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The wink. Playful. Lovely. Beautiful. Something that I can't do. My face, unwilling to go through the contortions. My cheeks somehow not following my orders. Both eyes blinking when only one is supposed to. Maybe because I love extra hard. That is why I wink with both eyes. Maybe like my feelings, everything gets messed up. Nothing under my control. Like my heart, my face doesn't obey me either.
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Sep 26, 2024
Sep 26, 2024 at 12:03 AM UTC
The wink
The double slit experiment In quantum mechanics Shows us one thing: That you can’t trust a ************ You can’t even trust a particle Without watching it like a hawk, And even then it will disobey you. Be a little rebel, Get yourself a little ***** Have your own opinions, Let relationships decay into ruin. Quantum mechanics tells me That we’re all a little cunty, Even the atoms that comprise us, So what choice do we have In the end?
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Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 7:27 PM UTC
The Double Slit Experiment
Another day, another systematic nightmare Commemorate a wonderful life Bite me first, I'll bite you back Melodramatic laughter I stabbed a knife in my eye Think I'm out my ******* mind Brainwashed and I'm feeling fine Destroy yourself it feels too good to fade away Why, do I want to hurt myself? Should I die for something else? I let my conscience get in the way Obey We hope you have a lovely day Obey You don't want us to come out and play Away, now now There's nothing to see here It's under control We're only gambling with your soul Obey Whatever you do, just don't wake up and smell the corruption
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Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 12:08 AM UTC
Lyrics No. 25
Never follow words Only listen to your heart It's voice obey first
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Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 11:12 AM UTC
Follow Your Heart (Haiku)
It's now, you need to be brave For you've fear in your heart It's now, you need to obey For you've been free, too long It's now, you need to be responsible For you've ran away from it all your life It's now, you need to fall in line For your entire life was out of line It's now you need, Balance For you've enjoyed the imbalance in chaos It's now the time to sit still For you've never stopped moving It's now the time to build For you've only but destroyed Remember the message Alas, you'll repeat the mistake twice.
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Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 10:40 AM UTC
Remember
Prism paradise. Administer the scimitar serum. Stray, gleam, candied eyes. Stay, morbid stars, Sermon on the shoe horn The 10, Ja commandant Glacial looking glass, I love what you’ve done with the place.
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Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 7:21 PM UTC
Cheery diversion
a little more time , that's all we needed. a little warm hug, to feel safe at home.
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May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 6:47 PM UTC
stay safe.
Spirits and shadows living in obscure extremities I move freely among them since i was a litlle kid I am familiar with their world just as they are familiar with mine Funny mysterious entities looking out for me in the most critical times And they stare at me, but not with their eyes Just as i see them without using my sight And their voice springs out from my belly Telling me to chase my desires endlessly I obey and i am awed For i traded my senses to a merchant disguised as a god I chase the serpent and i consult death to my left My time has not yet come , the spirits smile and i know i am blessed. Words Of Harfouchism
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Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 1:26 PM UTC
Obey in Awe
I made a friend Or rather I was made a friend For indeed it was not my will But it was his And should I resist the call From the one who made us all? Nah my listener That would be utterly wrong Besides there is no way I could resist if i tried For I was dead before But when he made me heir He gave me life Again not of my will But it was of his Now a son by price I shall do my best to know my father Who bought me and brought me to life This is rather hard for me to do I confess For I am used to the ways of the flesh And it would be impossible to know God For his ways and thoughts are ever above mine But praise to the Spirit I will learn of the Father and his will for me For that was his will not mine I dare not say I would not face troubles For the place he created Has wholly revolted And it is the place I now live But I am just passing through On my way home seeking to share the story Of how he bought me And how it was all his will And none of my own And as I sail this ocean vast On him, shall all my troubles shall I cast For it is through storms that one draws nearer To the things that cast out fear And it is through fires that my soul is tried But it is all to purify his bride All for his glory For indeed it is all his story Not one line is my own For it was his will and not my own Oh sing praises for evermore For he saved the chief of sinners And has made me a son Now I shall do my best to live like one Oh praise to his grace when I fall For flesh is what makes us And it is corrupt as I once was But now I have new robe And with the Lord’s help I will keep it clean Though through this muddy world does my path lay And I shall never hesitate to obey For it is not my will I say It is all his will that I obey Praise forever be To the one who set me free To the one who made me heir To the one who made me friend To his will I say amen
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Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 2:50 PM UTC
His Will Not Mine
I made a friend Or rather I was made a friend For indeed it was not my will But it was his And should I resist the call From the one who made us all? Nah my listener That would be utterly wrong Besides there is no way I could resist if i tried For I was dead before But when he made me heir He gave me life Again not of my will But it was of his Now a son by price I shall do my best to know my father Who bought me and brought me to life This is rather hard for me to do I confess For I am used to the ways of the flesh And it would be impossible to know God For his ways and thoughts are ever above mine But praise to the Spirit I will learn of the Father and his will for me For that was his will not mine I dare not say I would not face troubles For the place he created Has wholly revolted And it is the place I now live But I am just passing through On my way home seeking to share the story Of how he bought me And how it was all his will And none of my own And as I sail this ocean vast On him, shall all my troubles shall I cast For it is through storms that one draws nearer To the things that cast out fear And it is through fires that my soul is tried But it is all to purify his bride All for his glory For indeed it is all his story Not one line is my own For it was his will and not my own Oh sing praises for evermore For he saved the chief of sinners And has made me a son Now I shall do my best to live like one Oh praise to his grace when I fall For flesh is what makes us And it is corrupt as I once was But now I have new robe And with the Lord’s help I will keep it clean Though through this muddy world does my path lay And I shall never hesitate to obey For it is not my will I say It is all his will that I obey Praise forever be To the one who set me free To the one who made me heir To the one who made me friend To his will I say amen
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How many warnings taken as possible lies shall we dare, if first time, we were right? Feel it? You know? Not dying when, you know, you could have, you know what dying is, and this feeling, that's life. Wanna risk it? What if we agree, whatever we imagine is possible, together, nothing can defeat us. In the most straight-forward intuitive way you comprehend: whatever we imagine is possible, together, nothing can defeat us. Virtually impossible to let such an idea free, safely. I'm good, three score and ten plus a few extended journeys through history and myth at the speed of thought brings us here, just short of where we'd have met in the final analysis which takes ever and a day during which passings of times we breathe, peacefully. we troublers of our own house, heirs of the wind and all its princely powers, subject to right use, our bhering clear answers, affirming ever oboroborobo oboe riffs on electric bass\ backed by Feynman pounding Djembe drums through NAND gates tittling jots of rythmic swirls in backward 720s, time and again, as Sisyphus ever rolls, happishly, random rocks, laughing at jour yoke of yesteryears job titles. Our final task, in every mortal moment, breathe peace, and pass on. Or that's my plan. Y'think it'll fly?
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Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 7:51 PM UTC
Random chance
I am a monster I have to be obeyed- beware of my wrath
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Nov 9, 2019
Nov 9, 2019 at 11:58 AM UTC
Hurricane
A dream that he saw The silver lining smile on his wrist How it created a dream of the apocalypse Where people around him were just bodies who were Trying to tie knots around him And with a curve on his lip He would try to dance around it But, as those eyes of the bodies closed Driven by the realm of imagination and fantasy He would slowly Unravel those knots And became someone That yesterday couldn’t remember And tomorrow wouldn’t dare to guess
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Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 5:31 PM UTC
His silver lining smile
A resting place, beyond the madding crowd, find rest com fort ify your quiet place, safe, say, make it so, listen, hear jets high above, no contrails, no clouds, high pressure clear skies, no war on the horizon; what if we imagined this, today, while it is called today, were a day when no lie was left posing true, on earth, as in this quiet place. No word holding thoughts once common is left idle, meaning forms a place where a prehender can see how the handle makes the tool. In formation, each imagined useful idea in need of believers to let it be, in a word. Ask. Is this useful for good? Whole ideas can be null-ift, with a no. You know, if the whole idea is a lie locked in a meaningless whatphor. Nature, and Nature's god, for instance, escapes the test. Try it. Imagine now, 2019, your quiet place, am I a being being? For no reason? Is reason my word now, as may is mine, ask in your quiet place. Prove me now, and see if desire words, de sidare (old idea, from the stars) wishin' and hopin' and prayin' grant or give or take away that which you desire, see sire, desire is a word that waits in quiet places, for you, all ya'll, to cognize and claim, consider the connection made. Click. That peace past understanding, ever learning, line upon line, precept after precept apprehended in your quiet place word of truth shows unseen things, substantiates situations worth the waiting patient per fection of all concerning you, say the compilers of the good news who selected that which works from that which shant, should we agree to go and see, if so and so saying, make it so, makes it so. Amen is never a question, you know. Amen is an agreement when so and so says do as I tell you  to do, and you obey. Eh? A link in an old chain? Obediance is better than sacred making (art-ficing sacred, in effect). Quiet. This time-less gap be twixt touch and feel and hope and see. Here, we hear wisdom. She, please agree, is gentle, never rude, but sharp, easy to be entreated, a poke in the old pineal gland, pay attention, slightest ***** of a pin danced upon by angels who fasted for chains to be broken, oppressed be set free, strangers to be welcome here, iftar, after the fast the future now, here, where war is null ift, let us be a net of quiet places where messages from where heaven is connect to reality, woof and warp, Ley lines in time to this day, threads through the maze to now, as natural as breathing. (look around, there are no fates with scissors poised, the titled reader's pride acts a ***** and shame threatens blame, but hell. whatcha got to lose?) Be, still, being. Wonder what you are.
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Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 2:36 PM UTC
Find a quiet place
A resting place, beyond the madding crowd, find rest com fort ify your quiet place, safe, say, make it so, listen, hear jets high above, no contrails, no clouds, high pressure clear skies, no war on the horizon; what if we imagined this, today, while it is called today, were a day when no lie was left posing true, on earth, as in this quiet place. No word holding thoughts once common is left idle, meaning forms a place where a prehender can see how the handle makes the tool. In formation, each imagined useful idea in need of believers to let it be, in a word. Ask. Is this useful for good? Whole ideas can be null-ift, with a no. You know, if the whole idea is a lie locked in a meaningless whatphor. Nature, and Nature's god, for instance, escapes the test. Try it. Imagine now, 2019, your quiet place, am I a being being? For no reason? Is reason my word now, as may is mine, ask in your quiet place. Prove me now, and see if desire words, de sidare (old idea, from the stars) wishin' and hopin' and prayin' grant or give or take away that which you desire, see sire, desire is a word that waits in quiet places, for you, all ya'll, to cognize and claim, consider the connection made. Click. That peace past understanding, ever learning, line upon line, precept after precept apprehended in your quiet place word of truth shows unseen things, substantiates situations worth the waiting patient per fection of all concerning you, say the compilers of the good news who selected that which works from that which shant, should we agree to go and see, if so and so saying, make it so, makes it so. Amen is never a question, you know. Amen is an agreement when so and so says do as I tell you  to do, and you obey. Eh? A link in an old chain? Obediance is better than sacred making (art-ficing sacred, in effect). Quiet. This time-less gap be twixt touch and feel and hope and see. Here, we hear wisdom. She, please agree, is gentle, never rude, but sharp, easy to be entreated, a poke in the old pineal gland, pay attention, slightest ***** of a pin danced upon by angels who fasted for chains to be broken, oppressed be set free, strangers to be welcome here, iftar, after the fast the future now, here, where war is null ift, let us be a net of quiet places where messages from where heaven is connect to reality, woof and warp, Ley lines in time to this day, threads through the maze to now, as natural as breathing. (look around, there are no fates with scissors poised, the titled reader's pride acts a ***** and shame threatens blame, but hell. whatcha got to lose?) Be, still, being. Wonder what you are.
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I'm a murderer I already killed so many times I can't even count on my fingers anymore I should be arrested but I'm obeying laws with such elegance no one ever saw But they will judge me Just as I jugded before but they won't **** me Cause I'm the one , cutting me at millions pieces Or maybe more...
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Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 12:54 PM UTC
I'm a murderer
If you never try at all, it does no one any good. If you try just once, you’ll probably fail. If you try 100 times, you might see victory just once. Its not about the amount of failed attempts or victories, Its about your willingness to do [obey] and participate, every single time… @desire.is.dope 20190325 1352HRS
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Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 2:37 PM UTC
FOLLOWERS AND DOERS
oh! My love put your hand in mine we will discover a wealth mine we will be rich and gain every wish i know the winds blew up disturbing all things the ship sinks if we follow sail against winds the clouds appear making the universe dark we will convert our black luck   into good and sweet if we follow our lights gain from hearts the poor will be at land preventing any plant we will plant it will be green if we plant tree of love which is free the Satan will appear announcing war at angels it will stay if we we only obey the lover which is clear
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Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 1:23 PM UTC
hand in hand
The love in many ways is tough He leads the men to gain fight The women struggle as they tide By the men who wish to be tide They follow the love in his order in spite Of getting free they said day and night The love leads to the poverty to his followers If he obeys him, he neglects the useful He neglects his work and converted to dreamer The love makes his life more awful If the one obeys his wants and does illegal He enters in a circle of fugitive and fearer Obey your God and marry your lover You'll be the happier and your lover is keeper At your head and get lovers boy and girls in safer
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Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 4:19 AM UTC
let me talk about love
There is a person outside of time who created a world that was sublime. It was us who chose to eat the fruit that turned mankind down a different route. If we would listen, he'll show us the way and we will discover it's best to obey.
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Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
It's best to obey
Obey, and you will be happy. Disobey, and you will be in despair. Pestilences sticking with you till you die, Everywhere you go, the wrath of God, upon you. Blight seared on your land, accompanied with a pinch of mildew. Just a little of curses here and there, in a bowl of sadness and despair. A soup of punishments served to you. Enjoy.
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Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 11:07 PM UTC
Enjoy.
Obedience is better than sacrifice~LORD
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Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 8:32 AM UTC
Obedience
If the waves could listen and obey your voice. Why can't I? If the clouds of the skies would obey you, Why can't I? If the skies of the heavens open up for you, Why can't I? If the creatures of this world would obey you, Why can't I? It's just an excuse to say no to you. To say that I am not ready. Not ready to obey. Yet the creatures of the heavens, the clouds in the sky, the earth down below, and everything in between would obey you without hesitation, why can't I?
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Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 8:22 AM UTC
Why can't I?
"Just shrug it off," "Become a man." That's what they all tell me, But they don't understand. "Do well in school," "Get good grades too." Easy for them to say, They never felt my gloom. The world's full of authority, And yes you should respect it. But there's more than obeying, Problems too, prepare to expect it. I know their older, And probably wiser. But what if they're not, What if they never lit their fire?
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Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 3:58 PM UTC
Just Thoughts
Owned, it is what you are By god, you must listen Everyone needs to You have to bow True, you once were free How? You couldn't understand them Emptiness is what now fills you Mark of death awaits if you don't pay attention Owned, that is you Really, what could you ever expect? Excess thoughts are ridiculed Living under is better than dying free Some don't believe that Exactly that many are gone
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Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 8:16 PM UTC
Obey
do you know nothing of obeying your roots and not going wherever the wind blows instead setting standards and restricting movements with the wind to show just how bending is more truthful than breaking .
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Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC
-rooted obedience-