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Deep answers to deep. As I answer my self who pays the mort-gage theoretical spin off ona mobius strip from who uses war on reality as art, thus artificial, officially authorized use for brainless mortal minds projecting re- ah, rhea, lovely -- in the future, to the reader -- use these mentally any where these signal ¿:-,? something more is needed -- -- answers must follow preceding quest ions not sparked piezo wise Brakes. Sparks, , more than enough. ok Flint to steel, steel to towers, to antennae to now. Kapow. we have always imagined radio and TV. We think in ways Issac Newton never did imagine. Jiggle the prism dangling from my partner's ear. Rhea bhering all the gods, and there, errors began, gin being spiritually essential to geth to gather sense signals sortive suggestive -yes, whatifery, we have that, how much do you wush? One more breath. Why? Why do you ask? We have a rule. No wasted breath. Make every signal clear. The next idle word we speak won't wo not be spoken as once is wont for any unrefined term. Time out. Selah. Take a thought. - we have no angst, thus no anxious thoughts - should you be shopping for such, - those are outlawed here, - theives honor, liars pledged allegiance-con carne - - aye, ai, no-- we as words in warring times make - peace, no concarne mind heresy, see your self - do a little out of body experience imagining you can do it, melt into your chair, that is the easiest position to begin facing forward and falling with no fear, until something unnamed as yet no words may be in the beginning of beginning your agreement to be mindful of me, in your secret you stash, your hidden power valued in talents, specie solid real esse state being omygoooooooooo djasay I may break into song, as I see where this is headed headed up to see from below what an *** hat I am, at times out of body low low as a JD Sumner solo. A drunken god declared there is, as in so be it wine that makes glad. so be it wine that makes glad the core of man-made in my image, goodness of happiness in any time One more breath,
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Sep 1, 2021
Sep 1, 2021 at 4:39 PM UTC
kenpepiton
Bacchusup- one more breath
Deep answers to deep. As I answer my self who pays the mort-gage theoretical spin off ona mobius strip from who uses war on reality as art, thus artificial, officially authorized use for brainless mortal minds projecting re- ah, rhea, lovely -- in the future, to the reader -- use these mentally any where these signal ¿:-,? something more is needed -- -- answers must follow preceding quest ions not sparked piezo wise Brakes. Sparks, , more than enough. ok Flint to steel, steel to towers, to antennae to now. Kapow. we have always imagined radio and TV. We think in ways Issac Newton never did imagine. Jiggle the prism dangling from my partner's ear. Rhea bhering all the gods, and there, errors began, gin being spiritually essential to geth to gather sense signals sortive suggestive -yes, whatifery, we have that, how much do you wush? One more breath. Why? Why do you ask? We have a rule. No wasted breath. Make every signal clear. The next idle word we speak won't wo not be spoken as once is wont for any unrefined term. Time out. Selah. Take a thought. - we have no angst, thus no anxious thoughts - should you be shopping for such, - those are outlawed here, - theives honor, liars pledged allegiance-con carne - - aye, ai, no-- we as words in warring times make - peace, no concarne mind heresy, see your self - do a little out of body experience imagining you can do it, melt into your chair, that is the easiest position to begin facing forward and falling with no fear, until something unnamed as yet no words may be in the beginning of beginning your agreement to be mindful of me, in your secret you stash, your hidden power valued in talents, specie solid real esse state being omygoooooooooo djasay I may break into song, as I see where this is headed headed up to see from below what an *** hat I am, at times out of body low low as a JD Sumner solo. A drunken god declared there is, as in so be it wine that makes glad. so be it wine that makes glad the core of man-made in my image, goodness of happiness in any time One more breath,
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उसके दु:साहस के समक्ष गन्धर्व यक्ष भी मांगे पानी, मर्यादा सब धूल धूसरित ऐसा था दम्भी अभिमानी ? संधि वार्ता के प्रति उत्तर  में कैसा वो सन्देश दिया ? दे डाल कृष्ण को कारागृह में उसने ये आदेश किया। प्रभु राम की पत्नी  का  जिसने मनमानी  हरण किया, उस अज्ञानी साथ राम ने प्रथम शांति का वरण किया। ज्ञात  उन्हें  था  अभिमानी को  मर्यादा का ज्ञान नहीं, वध करना था न्याय युक्त बेहतर कोई इससे त्राण नहीं। फिर भी मर्यादा प्रभु राम ने एक अवसर प्रदान किया, रण  तो होने को ही था पर अंतिम  एक निदान दिया। रावण भी दुर्योधन तुल्य हीं निरा मूर्ख था अभिमानी, पर मर्यादा पुरुष राम थे निज के प्रज्ञा की हीं मानी। था विदित राम को कि रण में भाग्य मनुज का सोता है, नर  जो  भी लड़ते कटते है अम्बर शोणित भर रोता है। इसी हेतु तो प्रभु राम ने अंतिम एक प्रयास किया, सन्धि में था संशय किंतु किंचित एक कयास किया। दूत बना के भेजा किस को रावण सम जो बलशाली, वानर श्रेष्ठ वो अंगद जिसका पिता रहा वानर बालि। महावानर बालि जिसकी क़दमों में रावण रहता था, अंगद के पलने में जाने नित क्रीड़ा कर फलता था। उसी बालि के पुत्र दूत बली अंगद को ये काम दिया, पैर डिगा ना पाया रावण  क्या अद्भुत पैगाम दिया। दूत  बली अंगद हो  जिसका सोचो राजा क्या होगा, पैर दूत का हिलता ना रावण रण में फिर क्या होगा? अजय अमिताभ सुमन:सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित
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May 19, 2021
May 19, 2021 at 10:47 AM UTC
ajayamitabh7
दुर्योधन कब मिट पाया:भाग-3
उसके दु:साहस के समक्ष गन्धर्व यक्ष भी मांगे पानी, मर्यादा सब धूल धूसरित ऐसा था दम्भी अभिमानी ? संधि वार्ता के प्रति उत्तर  में कैसा वो सन्देश दिया ? दे डाल कृष्ण को कारागृह में उसने ये आदेश किया। प्रभु राम की पत्नी  का  जिसने मनमानी  हरण किया, उस अज्ञानी साथ राम ने प्रथम शांति का वरण किया। ज्ञात  उन्हें  था  अभिमानी को  मर्यादा का ज्ञान नहीं, वध करना था न्याय युक्त बेहतर कोई इससे त्राण नहीं। फिर भी मर्यादा प्रभु राम ने एक अवसर प्रदान किया, रण  तो होने को ही था पर अंतिम  एक निदान दिया। रावण भी दुर्योधन तुल्य हीं निरा मूर्ख था अभिमानी, पर मर्यादा पुरुष राम थे निज के प्रज्ञा की हीं मानी। था विदित राम को कि रण में भाग्य मनुज का सोता है, नर  जो  भी लड़ते कटते है अम्बर शोणित भर रोता है। इसी हेतु तो प्रभु राम ने अंतिम एक प्रयास किया, सन्धि में था संशय किंतु किंचित एक कयास किया। दूत बना के भेजा किस को रावण सम जो बलशाली, वानर श्रेष्ठ वो अंगद जिसका पिता रहा वानर बालि। महावानर बालि जिसकी क़दमों में रावण रहता था, अंगद के पलने में जाने नित क्रीड़ा कर फलता था। उसी बालि के पुत्र दूत बली अंगद को ये काम दिया, पैर डिगा ना पाया रावण  क्या अद्भुत पैगाम दिया। दूत  बली अंगद हो  जिसका सोचो राजा क्या होगा, पैर दूत का हिलता ना रावण रण में फिर क्या होगा? अजय अमिताभ सुमन:सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित
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We were scaling Mount Si when a cloud rolled in so thick we had to wipe the mist from our faces. Our shadows, already growing longer, disappeared entirely and the time we measured by the burning in our legs and the shortness of our breath seemed to go with them. Light no longer came just from above, it was all around us, equally, and it was then that I thought part of us would never return and that moment would never end, when you gasped and whispered, LOOK, your arm outstretched, and there floating out of the fog was a ghost, and then a shadow, and finally stepping onto the rocks as new as creation itself, a beautiful, white ram. From "Bird's Nest In Your Hair" by Brian Jobe
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May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 10:41 PM UTC
traci-sims
Rubato
We were scaling Mount Si when a cloud rolled in so thick we had to wipe the mist from our faces. Our shadows, already growing longer, disappeared entirely and the time we measured by the burning in our legs and the shortness of our breath seemed to go with them. Light no longer came just from above, it was all around us, equally, and it was then that I thought part of us would never return and that moment would never end, when you gasped and whispered, LOOK, your arm outstretched, and there floating out of the fog was a ghost, and then a shadow, and finally stepping onto the rocks as new as creation itself, a beautiful, white ram. From "Bird's Nest In Your Hair" by Brian Jobe
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_**Ram Mandir"Ayodhya" after 500 years a golden moment in indian history of india💖 Ram Mandir to be built in "Ayodhya" I feel so proud to be country like in India. There are many conflicts between communities here but the love and respect for other is always greater. I have no words to describe my "INDIA" UNITY IN DIVERSITY✨ "diverse country where peoples of many religions live together peacefully with their on separate cultures!" Oldest culture of world around 5000 years... "BE IT RAM BHAKTI OR RAHIM BHAKTI,IT IS IMPERATIVE THAT WE STRENGTHEN THE SPRIT OF RASTRA BHAKTI'' narendra modi.**_
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Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 2:33 AM UTC
nidhi098765
✨Ram Mandir ''Ayodhya"✨INDIA
_**Ram Mandir"Ayodhya" after 500 years a golden moment in indian history of india💖 Ram Mandir to be built in "Ayodhya" I feel so proud to be country like in India. There are many conflicts between communities here but the love and respect for other is always greater. I have no words to describe my "INDIA" UNITY IN DIVERSITY✨ "diverse country where peoples of many religions live together peacefully with their on separate cultures!" Oldest culture of world around 5000 years... "BE IT RAM BHAKTI OR RAHIM BHAKTI,IT IS IMPERATIVE THAT WE STRENGTHEN THE SPRIT OF RASTRA BHAKTI'' narendra modi.**_
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1857 was some years older, Bhaaratvarsh was still a slave. No Hïnđū king after Śïvājī had been bolder, None dared guerrilla attacks from a mountain cave. No Hïnđū queen after Läkšmībāī was braver, None consumed the patriotism wine agave. Mughal or howsoever other tyrannical kings were, The Colonial Age was worse and it was a blur. Bhāräŧ knows how to make things better, And I am sure about this administrator. Mōđī Jī is as focused as a recluse, And Yōgī Jī tolerates not a traitor. Shāh Jī is the best strategist, And the team is just perfect. Smřŧï auntie is the best counsellor, An example she is of the pink power. Rājnāŧh Jī is the best caretaker, Wise old man for the nation. Doctor Härśvärđhän is now elevated, He heads the World Health Organization. Coronavirus and its disease, COVID19, Originated in MainlandChina. Extinction, it is threatening, Now we all turn to Hïnđū values. Sänāŧän Đhärmä is very scientific, The blind faith belongs to aggressors. The oldest **** sapiens sapiens,*** In Jharkhand state, you will find its remains. They say that history repeats itself, Rām Rājyä beckons once again.
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Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 7:45 PM UTC
Atul
7 Years Later
1857 was some years older, Bhaaratvarsh was still a slave. No Hïnđū king after Śïvājī had been bolder, None dared guerrilla attacks from a mountain cave. No Hïnđū queen after Läkšmībāī was braver, None consumed the patriotism wine agave. Mughal or howsoever other tyrannical kings were, The Colonial Age was worse and it was a blur. Bhāräŧ knows how to make things better, And I am sure about this administrator. Mōđī Jī is as focused as a recluse, And Yōgī Jī tolerates not a traitor. Shāh Jī is the best strategist, And the team is just perfect. Smřŧï auntie is the best counsellor, An example she is of the pink power. Rājnāŧh Jī is the best caretaker, Wise old man for the nation. Doctor Härśvärđhän is now elevated, He heads the World Health Organization. Coronavirus and its disease, COVID19, Originated in MainlandChina. Extinction, it is threatening, Now we all turn to Hïnđū values. Sänāŧän Đhärmä is very scientific, The blind faith belongs to aggressors. The oldest **** sapiens sapiens,*** In Jharkhand state, you will find its remains. They say that history repeats itself, Rām Rājyä beckons once again.
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“Call on Rama! call to Rama! Oh, my brothers, call on Rama! For this Dead Whom we bring, Call aloud to mighty Rama. As we bear him, oh, my brothers, Call together, very loudly, That the Bhûts May be scared; That his spirit pass in comfort. Turn his feet now, calling "Rama," Calling "Rama," who shall take him” “When the flames Make an end: Ram! Ram!—oh, call to Rama.” -Edwin Arnold.
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Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 1:29 AM UTC
LEGEND
Hindoo Funeral Song.
“Call on Rama! call to Rama! Oh, my brothers, call on Rama! For this Dead Whom we bring, Call aloud to mighty Rama. As we bear him, oh, my brothers, Call together, very loudly, That the Bhûts May be scared; That his spirit pass in comfort. Turn his feet now, calling "Rama," Calling "Rama," who shall take him” “When the flames Make an end: Ram! Ram!—oh, call to Rama.” -Edwin Arnold.
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✖NOWADAYS ANOTHER NAME OF LOVE IS LUST✖ IN THE NEOLITHIC PERIOD, THE SECOND NAME OF LOVE WAS TRUST! ❤ A LOVE THAT HAD NO BOUNDARIES JUST LIKE, LORD RADHA AND KRISHNA'S UNDYING LOVE! ETERNAL LOVE OF SHRI RAM AND SITA! A LOVE THAT WAS FREE FROM EVERY BOND! ❤❤❤
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Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 11:48 AM UTC
nidhi0987654321
✖LOVE AND LUST✖
✖NOWADAYS ANOTHER NAME OF LOVE IS LUST✖ IN THE NEOLITHIC PERIOD, THE SECOND NAME OF LOVE WAS TRUST! ❤ A LOVE THAT HAD NO BOUNDARIES JUST LIKE, LORD RADHA AND KRISHNA'S UNDYING LOVE! ETERNAL LOVE OF SHRI RAM AND SITA! A LOVE THAT WAS FREE FROM EVERY BOND! ❤❤❤
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I am a 16RAM program of a telegram whose programmer programmed to deprogram all pogrom to the last gram by the use of an epigram. In simpler terms, I am a poet.
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Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 5:56 PM UTC
alaa2003
A Telegram
I am a 16RAM program of a telegram whose programmer programmed to deprogram all pogrom to the last gram by the use of an epigram. In simpler terms, I am a poet.
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¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ Rallying in hordes of horses, Assassins from malsI pillaged us, Maraud they did our temples. Merely by converting out from Đhärm, And reading the Satanic Verses, Never you do forget your roots, Demolish the original temple they did, India is Bhāräŧ and will always be, Right now the Hïnđū people celebrate. ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤
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Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 1:37 AM UTC
Atul
Good Things Take Time
¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ Rallying in hordes of horses, Assassins from malsI pillaged us, Maraud they did our temples. Merely by converting out from Đhärm, And reading the Satanic Verses, Never you do forget your roots, Demolish the original temple they did, India is Bhāräŧ and will always be, Right now the Hïnđū people celebrate. ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤
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All my seasons condensed are here and all of writers have passed Winter Springs Fall Summer all welcome to my shore Watch out pounding waves old like to splash as all of life is play this is my free will on stage I am an actress you my audience Entrance is free of charge donations not required Beware then the sun here burns hot like me no wonder everyone flies by in their own orbit but few land. My Aries fire must have some effect only cold bodies seek my heat as they pass careful not to land fearing to burn The playful moon borrows light from sunny sign me tie in and tie out dancing round and about glowing high all alone shining best by days heat waxing gibbous waning crescent first quarter last like the pieces of me mother Earth spins me messangers notes uplift or scorn me beautiful in and out but many Still fear the fire Ram me alone but all seasons need me only one twin celestial body merged joyfully with mine heat my once upon a life time partner my old Irish cream! I must be Mexican Irish Perumpecha native His Gin dubonnet American with a hint of Shamrock Trinity ~~~~~~~~~ By: Karijinbba All rights reserved
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May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 1:11 AM UTC
karijinbba
Shamrock trinity
All my seasons condensed are here and all of writers have passed Winter Springs Fall Summer all welcome to my shore Watch out pounding waves old like to splash as all of life is play this is my free will on stage I am an actress you my audience Entrance is free of charge donations not required Beware then the sun here burns hot like me no wonder everyone flies by in their own orbit but few land. My Aries fire must have some effect only cold bodies seek my heat as they pass careful not to land fearing to burn The playful moon borrows light from sunny sign me tie in and tie out dancing round and about glowing high all alone shining best by days heat waxing gibbous waning crescent first quarter last like the pieces of me mother Earth spins me messangers notes uplift or scorn me beautiful in and out but many Still fear the fire Ram me alone but all seasons need me only one twin celestial body merged joyfully with mine heat my once upon a life time partner my old Irish cream! I must be Mexican Irish Perumpecha native His Gin dubonnet American with a hint of Shamrock Trinity ~~~~~~~~~ By: Karijinbba All rights reserved
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Your Display Hues Your Touch Cues Caught me, In Loop RAM to ROM ROM to RAM. © Feelings Coated
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Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 7:52 AM UTC
DIPTIDHA
RaM to RoM
Your Display Hues Your Touch Cues Caught me, In Loop RAM to ROM ROM to RAM. © Feelings Coated
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We meet at "discord" over an IPv4 connection Talking for hours through microphone Your electronic smile has awakened, a feeling that the CPU does not process You entered my HDD with your virtual love, which filled so much space of illusions in RAM, So much that it gave Blue Screen
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Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 3:17 PM UTC
RuiStan
Eletronic love...
We meet at "discord" over an IPv4 connection Talking for hours through microphone Your electronic smile has awakened, a feeling that the CPU does not process You entered my HDD with your virtual love, which filled so much space of illusions in RAM, So much that it gave Blue Screen
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hum...habit...hic...abbott woozy celebrating with British Royal Family and...hub bout red dee to take a snoozy sup...par'n...this poet fur...hib bit..bing a lil oozy. Now this raggedy man whilst deep in sleep this past night what felt like galactic body fell upon ma slumbering heap affecting immediate fear lest worst nightmare, would crush with might but lo…just then zee spouse plunked herself with unconsciousness deep unable to recapture pleasant dreams well nigh past day light. So...rather than emit shrieks like some angry birds the idea arose to attempt poem to express discombobulated state whereby grey matter feels similar to thick whey curds palliative sans restorative power per rest will clear muddled pate thick with grogginess and marauding herds of mailer daemons worse than unsuitable mate or a world wide web filled with nerds thus lethargy purged via catharsis with forming words that follow rhyming pattern to convey mood = to a synonym for turds. respite from a cat nap as tonic no lion here can spell relief and serve as balm with pillowed temptress ever near beckons softly inviting calm before this human goes a berserk manic tear being revisited from haunts inside head of this scrivener caught by men in white coats strait jacketing this maniac in tattered under wear whose ***** by the way oh about the size of an average palm yet taut for witnessing deux score plus eighteen mortal year.
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May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC
matthew-scott-harris2p
Roy L. T. Canard, Si?
hum...habit...hic...abbott woozy celebrating with British Royal Family and...hub bout red dee to take a snoozy sup...par'n...this poet fur...hib bit..bing a lil oozy. Now this raggedy man whilst deep in sleep this past night what felt like galactic body fell upon ma slumbering heap affecting immediate fear lest worst nightmare, would crush with might but lo…just then zee spouse plunked herself with unconsciousness deep unable to recapture pleasant dreams well nigh past day light. So...rather than emit shrieks like some angry birds the idea arose to attempt poem to express discombobulated state whereby grey matter feels similar to thick whey curds palliative sans restorative power per rest will clear muddled pate thick with grogginess and marauding herds of mailer daemons worse than unsuitable mate or a world wide web filled with nerds thus lethargy purged via catharsis with forming words that follow rhyming pattern to convey mood = to a synonym for turds. respite from a cat nap as tonic no lion here can spell relief and serve as balm with pillowed temptress ever near beckons softly inviting calm before this human goes a berserk manic tear being revisited from haunts inside head of this scrivener caught by men in white coats strait jacketing this maniac in tattered under wear whose ***** by the way oh about the size of an average palm yet taut for witnessing deux score plus eighteen mortal year.
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the noise the noise it hits me like a speeding car the light so bright it turns me to tar blinded by light and deaf from sound I feel a ram of loss dig me into the ground the intensity of the senses mushes my brain it flings me around and around bringing me chaos every single day
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Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 12:47 PM UTC
sr3553d_w0r1d
Senses
the noise the noise it hits me like a speeding car the light so bright it turns me to tar blinded by light and deaf from sound I feel a ram of loss dig me into the ground the intensity of the senses mushes my brain it flings me around and around bringing me chaos every single day
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Until I lose my voice and no one listens the unsaid words of love will accumulate inside me, and will appear on my face like the flashes from an electronic sign whose bulbs have all blown except for two or three intermittently appearing like a code that no one but you understands. Until I lose my mind with no one's help the unthought thoughts will accumulate and be sacrificed like my greatgrandfather, an Isaac who wasn't spared. And I, an Isaac who was, was born under the sign of the ram, to be sacrificed in other ways.
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Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 6:49 PM UTC
jayseth-guberman
Until
Until I lose my voice and no one listens the unsaid words of love will accumulate inside me, and will appear on my face like the flashes from an electronic sign whose bulbs have all blown except for two or three intermittently appearing like a code that no one but you understands. Until I lose my mind with no one's help the unthought thoughts will accumulate and be sacrificed like my greatgrandfather, an Isaac who wasn't spared. And I, an Isaac who was, was born under the sign of the ram, to be sacrificed in other ways.
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Before I could be taken to Mount Moriah before a ram could be found to replace me before I was a redeemed first born the ram was left unsacrificed the redeemed was lost and the first born became the last. And all the martyrs who were lost before my birth, are still lost despite it. I have become a singularity a new word in an old Darwinian lexicon an irregular verb without plural or future tense unique in every respect and definition save all who would follow after and not be of me or ever could.
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Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 6:39 PM UTC
jayseth-guberman
A History of My Affliction
Before I could be taken to Mount Moriah before a ram could be found to replace me before I was a redeemed first born the ram was left unsacrificed the redeemed was lost and the first born became the last. And all the martyrs who were lost before my birth, are still lost despite it. I have become a singularity a new word in an old Darwinian lexicon an irregular verb without plural or future tense unique in every respect and definition save all who would follow after and not be of me or ever could.
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The only anagram that I can't stand to read is one that was just between you and me the nag a ram was simple and meant a million things at least it did to me At times I wonder if it meant half of those things to you.
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Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 3:03 AM UTC
Jellyfish
A (meaningful) nag ram
The only anagram that I can't stand to read is one that was just between you and me the nag a ram was simple and meant a million things at least it did to me At times I wonder if it meant half of those things to you.
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chemical romance without any bars, tub full of hot water, water glass filled with wine would I love you If I had you all the time? I think I’ll wait LA rituals come easy once we discovered our time zone a rolley between my fingers a whisker on my tongue your ram has my eagle flying you set me ablaze and the Phoenix rises from our ashes East - west - East - west ~Rachael Hays, 15A15
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Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC
rachael-hays
~ back entry ram~
chemical romance without any bars, tub full of hot water, water glass filled with wine would I love you If I had you all the time? I think I’ll wait LA rituals come easy once we discovered our time zone a rolley between my fingers a whisker on my tongue your ram has my eagle flying you set me ablaze and the Phoenix rises from our ashes East - west - East - west ~Rachael Hays, 15A15
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Rusty dusty pick up trucks Old Fords and busted Chevys Trucks that tear the road apart And some stuck down the levy Showing off at the truck show All polished up and nice When an old man in a beat up Ford Looked us over once or twice It don't matter how the cover looks It's what's beneath the hood You may look awful pretty But, with no power...it's no good You wanna get the ladies Remember, it's what's beneath the hood Although they like a real good ride There ain't no ride, if there's no wood I smiled and I watched the gent Walk and laugh and smile some He'd mumble something to the girls And they'd follow to where he'd come His truck, was old and battered Wasn't tricked out like the rest But, when it came to having girls around This old man was the best It don't matter how the cover looks It's what's beneath the hood You may look awful pretty But, with no power...it's no good You wanna get the ladies Remember, it's what's beneath the hood Although they like a real good ride There ain't no ride, if there's no wood A truck may last a long long time But you've got to use it right You've got to check the engine And try to run it every night I remember what the old man said It's about what's there beneath the hood The girls don't want it pretty The girls, they want it good..... It don't matter how the cover looks It's what's beneath the hood You may look awful pretty But, with no power...it's no good You wanna get the ladies Remember, it's what's beneath the hood Although they like a real good ride There ain't no ride, if there's no wood
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Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 11:34 PM UTC
roger-turner
It's what's beneath the hood....
Rusty dusty pick up trucks Old Fords and busted Chevys Trucks that tear the road apart And some stuck down the levy Showing off at the truck show All polished up and nice When an old man in a beat up Ford Looked us over once or twice It don't matter how the cover looks It's what's beneath the hood You may look awful pretty But, with no power...it's no good You wanna get the ladies Remember, it's what's beneath the hood Although they like a real good ride There ain't no ride, if there's no wood I smiled and I watched the gent Walk and laugh and smile some He'd mumble something to the girls And they'd follow to where he'd come His truck, was old and battered Wasn't tricked out like the rest But, when it came to having girls around This old man was the best It don't matter how the cover looks It's what's beneath the hood You may look awful pretty But, with no power...it's no good You wanna get the ladies Remember, it's what's beneath the hood Although they like a real good ride There ain't no ride, if there's no wood A truck may last a long long time But you've got to use it right You've got to check the engine And try to run it every night I remember what the old man said It's about what's there beneath the hood The girls don't want it pretty The girls, they want it good..... It don't matter how the cover looks It's what's beneath the hood You may look awful pretty But, with no power...it's no good You wanna get the ladies Remember, it's what's beneath the hood Although they like a real good ride There ain't no ride, if there's no wood
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Focus too much on one man or his human words Be it Christ, Buddha, Krishna or Ram He is crucified! and the light is gone!! If it can not be prevented And help them be in peace in this world we call real, Rules of the Heaven, subtle and known but to them, Will lie hidden in mere words, empty as the sky, for ever.
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Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 4:23 AM UTC
kolumn
Christ, Buddha, Krishna or Ram
Focus too much on one man or his human words Be it Christ, Buddha, Krishna or Ram He is crucified! and the light is gone!! If it can not be prevented And help them be in peace in this world we call real, Rules of the Heaven, subtle and known but to them, Will lie hidden in mere words, empty as the sky, for ever.
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Om Sai Ram Dear Family Excellent news! Thank You Swamiji. "108 Bhakti Kisses" Poetry book has been added to the Brevard Central Library collection in Florida. Paste the url below: http://discover.mylibraryworld.com/#section=resource&resourceid;=449915711¤tIndex=0&view;=allCopiesDetailsTab Sai Blessings, Sonya Ki Tomlinson
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 3:00 PM UTC
sonya-ki-tomlinson
Library accepted my Poetry Book!
Om Sai Ram Dear Family Excellent news! Thank You Swamiji. "108 Bhakti Kisses" Poetry book has been added to the Brevard Central Library collection in Florida. Paste the url below: http://discover.mylibraryworld.com/#section=resource&resourceid;=449915711¤tIndex=0&view;=allCopiesDetailsTab Sai Blessings, Sonya Ki Tomlinson
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