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#population
early cold autumn morning air both from the cities night of cooling and my own stagnation i have a chemical nervousness this heave a twisted stomach scents of stale cheese breads being reheated and a hint of vacuum cleaner hose then the dawning of the demic sprawl splays its density and it's a new me in villainy with the array
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Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 12:08 PM UTC
n o r m
trot it all out     two tottering opposites                                             duelling sets   of things we ought think two angers   we must take like a ***** draught and we are distractible one feeding of fear   to link us all                              and we are made quite yielding                                          i feel willing now  to rush upon death   just to get the it over with and the dragons can take the hoard                                                    and disable its currency a real species stopper well done
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Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 10:28 AM UTC
s t o p p e r .
the sky is sopping up                 smears of weather from the city day filling out darkly   the portly host of the eve   ushers us into warm dens nature starts the night shift it appraises this night is rat dog    recovering from urban filth                                        rolling in grass dew and spoil the tainting of the air     is contributed to from abroad migration of contraband fumes (forest fires out west)                                      and the heat raises too populated   to hold a proper witching hour the night in shifts any slumber has its quality watered down                                      the constant street activity weeping sunrise   nights excuses stopper   inebriation rests arrested blight   morning light and everything about your crushable body smiles naked things i roll over to face the uncurtained window hunch out of bed and stilt my way to support my self at the sill overcast with an invasive muffle of smog members of the bright-time    pooling for occupation                       do not remember the night                                 it's simply poor sleep
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Jun 9, 2024
Jun 9, 2024 at 8:04 PM UTC
praise the ***** night
draking death    features and tones no lust lost in oceans we toss man only   of our presence to be included rudely at the suggestion of the wet nurse thirsty in linen uniform beds her words nourish long as ever is in the business of breath methods of incubation amorated swells in the pattern batten the flourish of our human ilk for the journey would calm our raving losses        and punctuations of breeding
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Oct 23, 2022
Oct 23, 2022 at 10:10 PM UTC
linen
marrying and given in marriage wickedness breeds greater wickedness each generation stinkier than the last and every child born a greater evil the scattered righteous are few and hated overwhelmed and drowning in deep sea sparing the unborn from sorrows and griefs gifted with the Comforter for courage and help time is shortened for their sake in half a time shall they be rescued in three days and not a week and in a week and not a year buds have blossomed and harvest’s not delayed we mined the Moon and harnessed the Sun decay’s stench unmistakable but blindly persuaded as freedom’s necessary aroma, even sacred the wicked disintegrate where they stand in utter terror and panic slay one another earth terraformed in a day without end and buying and selling cease
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Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 3:47 AM UTC
Wicked Generation
Notre être, à l’incipit, apparaît minuscule Puis se développe notre histoire jusqu’à son crépuscule Une existence imaginée comme un cycle par quelques têtus Constituée d’un début, d’une suite d’intrigues, et d’une fin, avant de nous voir repus La partie la plus longue est communément appelée la vie Selon le contexte certaines dérangent et d’autres donnent envie Certaines sont accompagnées de louanges et d’autres de mépris D’échecs qui démangent, et de réussites anodines qu’on oublie Est-il raisonnable de se comparer et de se sentir misérable ? Alors qu’en creusant un peu on trouverait facilement quelque chose de louable Quelque chose que l’on a accompli pour aider une personne Peu importe la teneur de l’effort, l’essentiel est que l’on donne De sa personne, de son temps, de son pécule Apportant ainsi un instant de joie, un sourire, en somme rien de ridicule A quelqu’un dans le besoin, en détresse, ou se sentant inutile Tel une montre suisse à laquelle il manquerait une pile En oubliant que nous faisons tous partie d’un seul et même écosystème Que la mort du phytoplancton* entraînerait l’extinction de la race humaine Dans une époque où il semblerait que la réussite se mesure à la hauteur de ce qui est ou peut être consommé, J’estime que nous sommes tous importants et avons tous une valeur Inestimable, tout en étant palpable et faisant preuve de splendeur Et qui ne se restreint pas seulement à quelques possessions futiles et prochainement démodées Pauvreté et richesse se retrouvent souvent en cohabitation Quelques âmes en peine et perdues rêvent de jouir un jour de la possibilité de posséder un avion Alors qu’il est possible de voler et de voyager rien qu’avec de l’imagination Que courir, c’est voler entre deux foulées, voler par intermittence Que penser c’est voyager et contempler des pensées, sans avoir besoin de prendre des vacances Il est possible de créer et d’exister via la culture d’une passion Permettant la naissance d’un bien commun Un bien immatériel ou non, portant un amour inconsidéré en son sein Non par hasard mais par dessein. « Au milieu des choses », on se retrouve parachuté Dans un monde, une société qu’il est pénible de changer Mais l’histoire française nous a montré Qu’en nous y mettant tous ensemble rien ne pourra nous résister.
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Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 7:35 AM UTC
In medias res
Notre être, à l’incipit, apparaît minuscule Puis se développe notre histoire jusqu’à son crépuscule Une existence imaginée comme un cycle par quelques têtus Constituée d’un début, d’une suite d’intrigues, et d’une fin, avant de nous voir repus La partie la plus longue est communément appelée la vie Selon le contexte certaines dérangent et d’autres donnent envie Certaines sont accompagnées de louanges et d’autres de mépris D’échecs qui démangent, et de réussites anodines qu’on oublie Est-il raisonnable de se comparer et de se sentir misérable ? Alors qu’en creusant un peu on trouverait facilement quelque chose de louable Quelque chose que l’on a accompli pour aider une personne Peu importe la teneur de l’effort, l’essentiel est que l’on donne De sa personne, de son temps, de son pécule Apportant ainsi un instant de joie, un sourire, en somme rien de ridicule A quelqu’un dans le besoin, en détresse, ou se sentant inutile Tel une montre suisse à laquelle il manquerait une pile En oubliant que nous faisons tous partie d’un seul et même écosystème Que la mort du phytoplancton* entraînerait l’extinction de la race humaine Dans une époque où il semblerait que la réussite se mesure à la hauteur de ce qui est ou peut être consommé, J’estime que nous sommes tous importants et avons tous une valeur Inestimable, tout en étant palpable et faisant preuve de splendeur Et qui ne se restreint pas seulement à quelques possessions futiles et prochainement démodées Pauvreté et richesse se retrouvent souvent en cohabitation Quelques âmes en peine et perdues rêvent de jouir un jour de la possibilité de posséder un avion Alors qu’il est possible de voler et de voyager rien qu’avec de l’imagination Que courir, c’est voler entre deux foulées, voler par intermittence Que penser c’est voyager et contempler des pensées, sans avoir besoin de prendre des vacances Il est possible de créer et d’exister via la culture d’une passion Permettant la naissance d’un bien commun Un bien immatériel ou non, portant un amour inconsidéré en son sein Non par hasard mais par dessein. « Au milieu des choses », on se retrouve parachuté Dans un monde, une société qu’il est pénible de changer Mais l’histoire française nous a montré Qu’en nous y mettant tous ensemble rien ne pourra nous résister.
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A living pinnacle of our modern living, born in a body and transmitting after death returning to the spheres of population forming cycles of life and death!
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Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 3:10 PM UTC
Virus-A living cell
Persuaded in masses To control the population We’re all a predicament Of the same situation Born into captivity To think that we’re free Living through eyes That are too blind to see
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Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 11:44 AM UTC
“The System”
when the people are rotten fear yields more fruit than love but to rule with fist and fear is to become rotten inside thus both ruler and populace rot as one
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May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 6:34 PM UTC
rotten fear
What’s wrong with the Big Pharma? Controlling governments Ruthlessly consolidate The elite Who are able to afford Basic health care. Severe side effects Detrimental to our health and wellbeing. Taking painkillers Has caused an epidemic That’s part of a sinister plan To squeeze yet more profit Out of a system designed to Keep human beings chronically unhealthy. Vaccines too often have had the opposite effect, Exponentially increasing illness, Causing irreversible damage, And even taking lives of our sick brotherhood. Population suspect that it is now Being used as a weapon of mass destruction To effectively depopulate the earth.
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Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 8:50 AM UTC
Healthy Care
"Sleep when you're dead", "Oh come on, liven up", "What?? Nooo, please come", "One two three drink!!", "Snap out of it!", "What's wrong this time??", These and more, are phrases used by you "normal" people, in a ploy to entrance us very special, very unique, very very awesome people who have a condition known as depression..... We'll sleep when we want to, We'll liven up when our brain chemicals allow us to, We'll come along when, or if we have the confidence to, Don't.. Don't ever tell us to do that, And, what's wrong?, if you knew us at ALL, you'd refrain from asking that question!, Think on normals, we have feelings ya know!
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Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 3:12 PM UTC
Spent
Perpetual occupation. Thoughts o’Disgust. A path into oblivion. Who can we trust? 5% of the world population. 20%, prison population. More thoughts. More of disgust. Despair. Hope? Less. And less! Each day I think I forget. Its there. Orange TV show personality. As the leader of the free world?! What kind of world is that? What am I supposed t’think? Oh right. Because he’s free to tweet trash, garbage, putridness, calling everyone out other than himself, calling people dogs? That’s freedom. No thank you. In the meantime, go fix your ******* self! Before you try to fix everyone else.
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Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 7:43 PM UTC
The Leader of The Free World.
It's always a criminal time to fight/ To fizz away our furies and our fears in violent interactions within 'The Warrior Play'/ To unite in bouts/ Put personalities in liberty/ Releases to bring about the death reaction Untangled in all this Is an eye/ a void/ It paces and turns forgetful and lost ; a powerless ghost and a witness to these mad spoilings and energy fits/ This pinball of the battlefield is catalyst ; The untouched spirit of the weapon-head/ a war chime and the thirst of all of us 'soldiers'                  - in pattern & in population
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Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
War Chime
Pitter Patter Along the ground Sometimes silent Sometimes deafening They never stop But when they do Their life has been taken Or they've stepped on you Not too small Not too big Who do they belong to? Do you know yet? Ever heard an elephant stomp? A mouse scratching along the floor? These sounds radically different Yet something we can't ignore The question isn't the sound But rather the footprint As we all sport a unique one But which one truly is the biggest? Some would think, elephant Probably not you though Maybe even a dinosaur? Don't let your mind overflow It's as simple as you think Most have already figured it out Now go outside, take a heavy step Make an imprint. Is it all coming together? It should have already Us as humans We're the most deadly No matter how big it is To the eye it's small But we reign supreme here On this earth, our home Next time you see a print Be it Dog, Cat, Lion, or Deer The calendar lies It's always our year.
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Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 12:09 AM UTC
Footprints
Gone are the days, when by night, we would sleep on the trees And by day, roam around, finding for eatables and wild berries, We would then, swing from creepers to creepers, trees to trees, Playing amongst, brothers and sisters, friends, and other families. Our homes have been invaded, humans encroaching, day by day. We have been driven out of our homes; we have no place to stay. We now, no more, hunt for food, rather by the roadside, sit or lie Ever patiently, waiting for foods, thrown from vehicles passing by. They call us monkeys, but look who’s been monkey-ing? No thoughts on where we’d live, simply occupying. Cutting down trees, destroying our habitat, We have no home, we can call our own; ain’t it bad? Copyright © PS
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 5:48 AM UTC
CHANGING TIME
**World population 7,438,850,998** Just reminding! In case someone feels They are Or Anyone is irreplaceable...
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Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 7:32 PM UTC
#reminder 8....7,438,850,998 and growing...
The weeds must be                          purged, for they smother the                         potential to let flowers grow. For without it,         the earth suffocates, And eventually even flowers               will lose their petals.
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Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 4:42 PM UTC
Weeds Of The Earth