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Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 9:42 PM UTC
Disgust
You may believe home to be an address, You are wrong. The co-ordinates I list as my place of residence, Are subject to change. As do the seasons, As my health waxes and wanes, As my job becomes a harrowing echo, My home will remain, Incorrupt, Unblemished. As the night-sky, Glistens and reminisces. Its nostalgic ribbon intertwines with my soul - My heart, Recognises its home. The waves, That serenely lap against the shore, Leaving, once elapsed, A maze of its belongings, Like a Nomad on his journey. Demonstrative tides of exposure, Against our profane human culture, To jumble together In definition, Our home and our belongings. Does this translate, That home is sovereign Of worldly corruption, And is therefore Safe from life’s unpredictability? Home, It is a state of mind. Home is the essence which coats your soul. Home is the promise of peace. Home could never be my place of residence, For between hospitals and the couches I have surfed, Void of worldly possessions, I have never once been homeless. I possess more than the man who cannot see That a fixed abode in this world is not the true interpretation, Of a phrase so bespoke. As I look into the night-sky, And reminisce; As the waves serenely lap Against the borders of land and sea, I accept that no matter where in the world I may find myself, The moon will still shine, The waves will still sing soft melodies to the sand, And my home, I forever hold in my hand.
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Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 10:28 AM UTC
Home
what do you want? the money the fame the *** the name the brains and a heavy pay-check? do you want the lies the rage the meaningless objects? or can you tell it is a facade to shame your intellect?
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Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 1:35 PM UTC
Desire
Life is fragile Don’t turn your head Cause when you look away Life has already ended We look around for things to do Ignoring the things we already have For the newer shinier things we see ahead Burying the old dull looking things we no longer want When we can no longer feel complete When all we feel is the hunger of something more The wanting of something that will only sedate the craving We have truly lost ourselves Look inside and ask yourself Do I REALLY need this? Or do I just want it to be a part of a trend Am I really going to use it Will it be useful in ten years Twenty years down the road And we find ourselves digging Finding old treasures we’ve forgotten Like finding buried treasure We hoard it for more years Until we can no longer remember When we actually got it We think and think But nothing comes to mind We see the now junk items And see ourselves staring back We see that we too are broken Covered in dust and unwanted Forgotten by those who once cared And buried by those we hold dear But still we marvel at the novelty The memories in which we can remember The few moments of happiness or sadness In which is etched into us like stone When we are able to look at something new And say that it won’t satisfy us Only then will we be able to say We have lived life to the fullest
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Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 12:39 AM UTC
Reflection of the Soul
A kaleidoscope of fleeting embers appears beneath the fireplace— Burnt ashes permeating these hollow halls of winter. Faded cards with Christmas carols mark the existence of another absolution Where we invent ourselves from glass crystals and a nonsense Fanatical of perfection. Shards of rainbow-colored glass on the floor as we run barefoot among the stars. Sparks of yellow and orange and blue and red and gold illuminate The dreary existence of this lonely town. As we search for new illusions to Fill our drunken hearts. Chestnut leaves fall onto the ground As we countdown— Five… Four… Three… Two… One… Another year gone— Another soul taken— To cashmere sweaters and expensive screens. What have we become?
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Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 12:01 PM UTC
New Years Eve
Little famished people left after they were born A tiny old place can no longer be their home Little acquisitive people travel to the cities Soon their greed seize their courtesy Little naive people disguise so well. “Let us add a white shade to our scarlet blood.” Little grey people complain about the world A tear or two should ‘justify' their ‘love' Little learned people fight for human rights Dazzling crystal goblets clink on every ‘I' Little erudite people cherish old tombs But they forget the life spent in the womb Little fading people live no life Hence they regret as they retire
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Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 4:42 PM UTC
Little People
Love You use it like a currency One coin — after another — when slipping through the mouth of a vending machine is no longer enough You shove and pound on! Until I gag: moneysecurityopportunitysuccesspridepowerstatusdreamshappinessthingsthingsthingsdeadthings When I ask You: “Do You regret gambling away in me the Life that was promised to You   as a wasteful investment when my open hand holds only Disappointment?” You answer with conviction suffices to convict me “Blood is thicker than water so I will try harder” as I swallow — each — and — every — — well — meaning — copper — flood my throat in the ****** beautiful taste of Love Love Love Love Nothing but Love. I shall never starve for Love if only I had the stomach for such Food.
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 2:25 AM UTC
What the heir hungers for
When I look at you and your hundred photographs with some smiles saying cheese while you are busy making some material memories. You tend a click a shooting star or perhaps a new born flower. You capture the reindeer and get a video of a someone drinking beer. Those likes that please and the validations that they give. Is it really what matters ? Would you still click the riviera instead of lying on the grass ? or would you take a moment to breath or post just another smiley ? Its a never ending cycle. Communication through light and distantly distant on the inside You still don't bother and still request more friendships. Do you still long for those hugs and that little chemistry. Do you still wish to hold hands or the ups in your heartbeats. I still wait for a whisper, telling me that you love me. I wish to wake up besides you and not for a beep. But there’s you and your Fake Dopamine.
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Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 3:33 AM UTC
Fake Dopamine
I find it funny How we live our lives Showing our love And gratitude And everything else In the value of little metal pieces And slips of paper Whose value Is more than it should be, When all we do is waste away Until the world is naught But dust and starlight.
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Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 1:50 PM UTC
Priorities
Diamonds are forever Because they're carbon And we're carbon She wants to last forever But she's going on 37 Honey I feel your pain as my strength will wax and wane That's why diamonds last forever Because they're carbon Heated carbon She wants to smile forever But today she's sad as ever That's why diamonds are forever Because they're carbon Under pressure Darling close your eyes And smile one more time And honey I feel your pain As my joints begin to pain That's why diamonds are forever Because they're hardened She just wants to remain beautiful But that's a shallow pool to swim And honey I feel your pain As my love brings sorrow again That's why diamonds are forever Because they're diamonds And we're diamonds She just wants to learn And that's no one else's concern And honey I feel your pain  As I stitch my scars again And that's why diamonds are forever Because they're diamonds And we're She just wants to take her time And not be crowded by the lies And honey I feel your pain But I don't want to waste my time aga in And that's why diamonds are forever Because they're diamonds And we're dying
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Dec 23, 2017
Dec 23, 2017 at 4:29 PM UTC
Forever diamonds
We used to work for what we need But now we toil with thoughts of greed Limitless hunger makes work tough Because you'll never have enough True wealth comes from a different place A source of emotion and grace Don't let your heart be ruled by want And resist desires endless taunt
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Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 2:37 PM UTC
More
Their eyes moving hither & tither, Accidentally enraptured on one another. As soon as they met they fell in love❤, Adding spice to life,just like clove. Finally he confessed : " Rose I love you" with a joyous cry, She replied: " My love, life without you is monotonous & dry" He gifted red rosé *** to fair Rose, Fair one affectionately cared for red, They both came too close.. In her dreams she saw her love on death bed.. What happened? who did she see?? Did the plant die? Or their relationship? Or both? But why did they leave her??? All started with restless eye, Ending with an unexplained gudbye...
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Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 9:27 AM UTC
Unexplained Good bye
We live in such a material age. Where people get excluded because of the pieces of cloth they wear Where peoples’ state of living relies on little rectangular pieces of paper The bigger the number the better they fare Where these tiny little numbers on a scale that people care about so much Change the reflection that appears in the mirror And the way that other people see them Even though personality is so much dearer And everyone’s obsessed With everyone else’s’ lives To distract them from their own problems Even though when you return they stab you like knives And if you really think Wonder, ponder and contemplate You realise this won’t matter when you die You’ll have a clean slate It won’t matter what car you drove Or the clothes and people and places you adorned yourself with So why worry now while you have a life to live?! The promise you’ll make to yourself will appear herewith; You’ll run and jump and touch the sky Stare at the stars as the cars go by And love and laugh until you cry Live until the day you die
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May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 1:58 AM UTC
Til'You Die
Iphone, laptops, and the internet is to make us all smarter But it makes us all dumber, and life alot harder Microwaves, bread makers, electric can openers so we can save time To help us make supper on less of a dime We no longer talk to friends we text Ment to bring us closer but it's more like a hex Want to see a sunset just look on a screen Don't go outside that would be obscene We spend all our time at work to buy possessions It's like an obsession This material world perplexes me It's all around me, you see Ment to bring us closer, save us money, and time But we are always working so much it's more like a crime No time for family, friend or mother nature In this material world we've fallen into a crater Wouldn't it be funny if the plug was pulled And we would have to go back to using hand tools I think we all would turn into drooling fools
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Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
Materialistic World
We consume big and create little, we like neat things instead of the mess. Wake up in the middle of our lives to find we only thought to buy more and pay less. Attention to the price tag—Need the hottest J's, the nicest bags. Stupidly married to the common cents,   we divorce from time and meaning spent. With our friends and families, we are short. Our support is digital. Our talk is report. We don’t bother to calculate what they add; high bandwidth and credit subtract the sad. Truth is no longer requested offline; we readily settle with others’ designs. Two-Day shipping makes us smile, for happiness we wait no while.
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Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 12:08 AM UTC
Two-Day
Through the serendipity of a naive act, A mere rumour of the bygone tale. Perceived by a small offense, Was the story of Riverdale. A machine of parts and ***** Built for an arithmetical crusade, Channeled with high voltage, The tool for every complex barricade. For science has toyed with his destiny, For his life was a written code, For his face was made of metal alloy, For his troubles laid on the same road. For his calculations were neat as heaven, As his binary numbers were perfectly synch, Like the sun rising on an early day, Like the rain falling on the same clay. But the story took a seismic turn, His mind was on a number's high, When like lightning came she, A thunderstorm from a clear sky A mermaid out of the blue sea, She touched his metal face, For she had seen none of like him. But that touch created a little spark, In the metal heart out of chances that slim. As his codes discharged to form a conscious wave, For the metal mind felt the aura, For the metal body moved to dance, For Riverdale loved that girl, For she was his fading chance. But do the humans understand love? I doubt they do, for the metal heart, Was driven out from the lands. For his story never had a start. The sin of emotion, the bliss of pain, For his metal heart rusted in vain. Over his kingdom of broken dreams, Neither did she, nor a soul felt his reign. As his metal body rusted away, In the aura of an insane world, Where love is a jewellery reserved, For this misery has now unfurled, He died a metal death with a humane heartbreak.
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Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
Riverdale
Through the serendipity of a naive act, A mere rumour of the bygone tale. Perceived by a small offense, Was the story of Riverdale. A machine of parts and ***** Built for an arithmetical crusade, Channeled with high voltage, The tool for every complex barricade. For science has toyed with his destiny, For his life was a written code, For his face was made of metal alloy, For his troubles laid on the same road. For his calculations were neat as heaven, As his binary numbers were perfectly synch, Like the sun rising on an early day, Like the rain falling on the same clay. But the story took a seismic turn, His mind was on a number's high, When like lightning came she, A thunderstorm from a clear sky A mermaid out of the blue sea, She touched his metal face, For she had seen none of like him. But that touch created a little spark, In the metal heart out of chances that slim. As his codes discharged to form a conscious wave, For the metal mind felt the aura, For the metal body moved to dance, For Riverdale loved that girl, For she was his fading chance. But do the humans understand love? I doubt they do, for the metal heart, Was driven out from the lands. For his story never had a start. The sin of emotion, the bliss of pain, For his metal heart rusted in vain. Over his kingdom of broken dreams, Neither did she, nor a soul felt his reign. As his metal body rusted away, In the aura of an insane world, Where love is a jewellery reserved, For this misery has now unfurled, He died a metal death with a humane heartbreak.
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In Ireland we had built a truly independent nation, standing proud after years of strife and deprivation But we yearned to join Europe, enticed by her charms, and she was happy to welcome us, with open arms Once we used to have pounds, shillings and pence, when we joined Europe we adopted euros and cents, We bought in to a single European currency, and got loads of money, for everything a subsidy Yes Europe proved to be extraordinarily generous, the goose that kept laying golden eggs for us Our government went mental with the money Europe kept sending, it appeared this generosity was never ending And our banks joined in with unprecedented lending, we the people were happy, ah the money we were spending We threw caution to the wind, it was pure insanity, we paid ridiculous prices for even the smallest property Mortgages and loans were given out like sweets, credit cards with no limit for those occasional treats Yes the borrowing and spending went on unabated, sure why wouldn’t it, it was completely unregulated. There was so much money, loans were so easy to get, each one of us accumulated a serious amount of debt Most of us were living way beyond our means, had we sold our souls for a handful of beans? Such was our success, other nations did applaud, we bought new houses and cars and apartments abroad Credit cards and loans bought so much other stuff, one could be forgiven for thinking we could never have enough We changed as a people, became quite materialistic, we wanted so many things that were beyond realistic we forgot what was important, which was really quite sad, judging each other it seemed now by how much each had
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Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC
The Irish Questioned (Part1)
In Ireland we had built a truly independent nation, standing proud after years of strife and deprivation But we yearned to join Europe, enticed by her charms, and she was happy to welcome us, with open arms Once we used to have pounds, shillings and pence, when we joined Europe we adopted euros and cents, We bought in to a single European currency, and got loads of money, for everything a subsidy Yes Europe proved to be extraordinarily generous, the goose that kept laying golden eggs for us Our government went mental with the money Europe kept sending, it appeared this generosity was never ending And our banks joined in with unprecedented lending, we the people were happy, ah the money we were spending We threw caution to the wind, it was pure insanity, we paid ridiculous prices for even the smallest property Mortgages and loans were given out like sweets, credit cards with no limit for those occasional treats Yes the borrowing and spending went on unabated, sure why wouldn’t it, it was completely unregulated. There was so much money, loans were so easy to get, each one of us accumulated a serious amount of debt Most of us were living way beyond our means, had we sold our souls for a handful of beans? Such was our success, other nations did applaud, we bought new houses and cars and apartments abroad Credit cards and loans bought so much other stuff, one could be forgiven for thinking we could never have enough We changed as a people, became quite materialistic, we wanted so many things that were beyond realistic we forgot what was important, which was really quite sad, judging each other it seemed now by how much each had
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If harmony in your life is what you truly aspire bonding of mind and body you must first acquire when they have become joined, unified as one know, only now, your journey have you begun Removing yourself from materialistic desire is a necessary condition that you will require enhancing your ability to more easily find this true wisdom embedded in your mind Illuminate your way with this one light of truth for the wisdom residing therein needs no proof an internal voice proclaims its veracity above any other your inner sanctum is impervious to any false cover The heart is the battleground, a place where all is contained where you find pain, ultimately you will find what is gained no person can ever perceive, nor has he ever been shown this place that awaits him, forever it must remain unknown So too your heart, its real location is in your own mind this true happiness we all seek, it need not be defined only first we must truly begin to know how it is to be controlled otherwise to be defeated by fear, and in need to be consoled Fear for the most part, belongs to the forces of evil and is their tool used for the purpose of confusing one’s wisdom, attempting to fool while the forces of good have the power to enlighten, resuscitating the mind strengthening those wishing to be saved, as well as giving sight to the blind Yes good and evil will, necessarily, continually strive if evil overcomes, it will be your soul that it will deprive and when evil reaches that point beyond redemption only its complete destruction will remove all contention This reality, perhaps, is why as human beings we are truly bound as one despite our differences, it is G-d’s will that evil must ultimately succumb when this final day approaches, He will allow us to collectively deploy united as one to execute G-d's command, and evil will we finally destroy
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Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 6:55 AM UTC
True Happiness Resides From Within
If harmony in your life is what you truly aspire bonding of mind and body you must first acquire when they have become joined, unified as one know, only now, your journey have you begun Removing yourself from materialistic desire is a necessary condition that you will require enhancing your ability to more easily find this true wisdom embedded in your mind Illuminate your way with this one light of truth for the wisdom residing therein needs no proof an internal voice proclaims its veracity above any other your inner sanctum is impervious to any false cover The heart is the battleground, a place where all is contained where you find pain, ultimately you will find what is gained no person can ever perceive, nor has he ever been shown this place that awaits him, forever it must remain unknown So too your heart, its real location is in your own mind this true happiness we all seek, it need not be defined only first we must truly begin to know how it is to be controlled otherwise to be defeated by fear, and in need to be consoled Fear for the most part, belongs to the forces of evil and is their tool used for the purpose of confusing one’s wisdom, attempting to fool while the forces of good have the power to enlighten, resuscitating the mind strengthening those wishing to be saved, as well as giving sight to the blind Yes good and evil will, necessarily, continually strive if evil overcomes, it will be your soul that it will deprive and when evil reaches that point beyond redemption only its complete destruction will remove all contention This reality, perhaps, is why as human beings we are truly bound as one despite our differences, it is G-d’s will that evil must ultimately succumb when this final day approaches, He will allow us to collectively deploy united as one to execute G-d's command, and evil will we finally destroy
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You long for the sensation of happiness, and try to find it in everything possible. But never get that real fulfilment you're looking for. You struggle to find what it is that you need, but you can hope its there. And just by looking at a new purse in your favourite store, next to some pretty heels; that array of happiness momentarily lies in your presence. But there are all these things to want in the world. All these materialistic items that can make you happy for just a few short moments. But what I personally really want is him. He gives me that happiness that lasts aeons, and that is what I need
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Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 7:52 AM UTC
Happiness
I wish you cared the way you care where you'll go for lunch today, I wish you listened the way you hear your favorite bass chords, I wish you'd spend time the way you waste away all your savings, Show me passion, don't show off Feel my heart beat like your sheets, so soft I feel your chest rise and fall Feel the way I truly care, and in return, get nothing at all. Why do you only care when it's convenient? When did my standards become so lenient? I wish you the best, the way you wish away today I wish you the best, but with you there is no grey.
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 7:11 PM UTC
Reciprocate.