#obey
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.
Sep 26, 2024
Sep 26, 2024 at 12:03 AM UTC
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?
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 7:27 PM UTC
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
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 12:08 AM UTC
Never follow words
Only listen to your heart
It's voice obey first
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 11:12 AM UTC
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.
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 10:40 AM UTC
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.
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 7:21 PM UTC
a little more time ,
that's all we needed.
a little warm hug,
to feel safe at home.
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 6:47 PM UTC
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
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 1:26 PM UTC
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
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 2:50 PM UTC
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?
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 7:51 PM UTC
I am a monster
I have to be obeyed-
beware of my wrath
Nov 9, 2019
Nov 9, 2019 at 11:58 AM UTC
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
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 5:31 PM UTC
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.
Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 2:36 PM UTC
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...
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 12:54 PM UTC
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
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Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 2:37 PM UTC
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
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 1:23 PM UTC
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
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 4:19 AM UTC
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.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
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.
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 11:07 PM UTC
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?
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 8:22 AM UTC
"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?
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 3:58 PM UTC
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
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 8:16 PM UTC
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 .
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC