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#realities
The sky, The sky, The sky calls out To you, To you, To you, no more Instead, Instead, Instead an old Hickory tree That’s lived through War. The water, The water, The water now Only, Only, Only fills a Ceramic mug And a cup made of Glass. The sun, The sun, The sun shouts out To you, To you, To you, no more Instead, Instead, Instead a piece of Ice That does nothing But sit around And melt. A screen, A screen, A screen stares flat Into, Into, Into the black Abyss, Abyss, Abyss that is the Remnants of A Heart.
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Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 7:40 AM UTC
Sight/Seeing
night                                                         this is texture of apparition       a little restless heat the cat crosses between balconies the cardboard set of the backs of city houses stage of charming murders and secrets the skies speed and health dominates           there's a detonation of the half moon then the treads of clouds                                     and a sharp code of shooting star we have no right                                             bathed with loving context we should behave to earn such a view but our smarts aim                                     at now't but hazard and flirt war dooms at beat for thunder the night skies become ominous                                      with our ruined broach suspended under every breath
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Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 6:29 PM UTC
(an opposition to massacre)
See the world distinctly? Pearls? A kaleidoscope of memories? Or lucidly look differently? A beggar, or free from the constraints of Western reality? New eyes take in all perspectives: perceptions, Compelling new experiences: horizons. Releasing shame; distorted distractions. Embracing imperfections, peccadillos, Layers of realities, Depths, and Rationalities. Diversely. Maturely.
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Dec 6, 2023
Dec 6, 2023 at 12:45 AM UTC
New 👀
Another night of dreams, one after another, flickering half images echo real events but bare my heart. I try on new realities, like dazzling garments or popup stores of evanescent wants I may not admit to myself.
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Jun 10, 2022
Jun 10, 2022 at 10:02 AM UTC
pop-ups
Fabled America is slipping away, surely you’ve felt it, like wind knocking a weather vane in another direction. At some unnoticed moment we decided to ignore realities as a man intent on drowning himself plows heedlessly through the waves.
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Oct 7, 2021
Oct 7, 2021 at 6:35 AM UTC
unfavorable winds
Fate that's placed can often fade as not all future states of intent are set. The red direction changes status with which short term paths to step ahead, when we seek highs but lows commence. A complex collective mix and match of varied voices within each pack. Try to listen softly as your intuition leads, as ego driven voids a balanced clarity. Are we lost in the broth life serves us, between the choice of salt or sweet. Drawn towards distant points imagined through our lost and found realities. Find space in time to recuperate, when you let the mind wander and lust, remembering we're here to master masts.
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Aug 8, 2021
Aug 8, 2021 at 7:37 AM UTC
Compass
Life Those Who Fear Death, They Too After All Die, Those Never Fear Death, They Too After All Die, But Great Difference Is In The Death Of Both, One Dies Like A Jackal, Other Dies Like A Moth.
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Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 2:00 AM UTC
Life
There’s a multitude of other dudes, who look like me but do not do the exact same thing or have a matching attitude; Parallels played out in lyrical fashion, as I sit napping. I hear them yapping passing something unseen as strange beings from different realities. It’s not mimicry, or fancy imagery that I see but endless possibilities of what ifs that will never be. An athlete, teacher, painter, preacher, dancer, fittest novelist, world traveler who volunteers to help the suffering. Such strange daydreams that sometimes even leans towards more fantastic things, like a superhero or an eager young training cadet trying to be in Starfleet on Star Trek, trying to make first contact, and get to spaces we haven’t even imagined yet. Of all the alternate dimensions, that float out and in by miles, light years or even mere inches, the one that never fails to stir my strange inner self, is the one where I get my wish meeting that finest fairytale figure, that most beautiful myth. Looking in the eyes of my truest companion after struggling for so long to find them, and finally settling down with my soulmate.
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Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 10:07 AM UTC
Untitled 675
(a sonnet) Two realities, both alike in dignity, In fair America, where we lay our scene, There fallacious grudges explode into mutiny, and lawful-blood makes patriot-hands unclean. From common bonds these neighborly foes, sail contrary seas of truth; on which they stake their lives. Some, stoked for misadventure, by the host of a TV show, do with their scurrilous deeds bury their futures for strife. The fearful passage of compatriots love, by continued embrace of marketed rage, which, admitted truth and humility could dispose of, fills now our breathless hours and sets our stage. Which of you, with angry hearts, will patient peace attend, and back away from martial games so pointless strife can end?
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Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 7:29 AM UTC
realities
It seems so easy Something we can do endlessly But in truth while air can get into my lungs Like at times words don't form from our tonuges Sometimes even if we drink from Lethe Air escapes and we can't seem to breathe Especially in times we can't seem to function And can't reach our intuition It seems so easy Like we can do it tirelessly But even in times so fine The air escapes these lungs of mine Even with the sun we can find Troubles never truly leave the mind Sores never disappear completely So in something that seems to easy We just can't at times Even with the luck of 7 dimes Just simply in a state of seethe Its hard to breathe
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Oct 3, 2020
Oct 3, 2020 at 12:38 PM UTC
Breathe
chill of the winter night drifting through the open sunroof throbbing stars a crisp breeze licking our skin invading our bodies with tingling goosebumps slipping ourselves the pill of oblivion drifting into a reality that perhaps only existed in our minds we did believe our imaginations much more comfortably than we would ever believe reality so we sat there slumped on the black leather seats watching the notes spill from the speakers and dissipate into the air
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Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 5:22 PM UTC
pill of oblivion
One Day... One day we will be in a place where our dreams and realities come true… One day we will be - in each other’s arms…
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May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 9:58 PM UTC
One Day
"So if I do that, nothing can hurt me? "No, Abdullah, it won't stop the bullets. If someone is trying to hurt you, you have to call the police or get help, okay?" "Even if it's Mommy?" "Where's daddy?" "He's never home." "..."
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Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 7:04 AM UTC
Teaching: It ain't always sparkles and stickers.
I felt afraid of an old, muted man. Sitting near me on park bench. To my ears came a soothing voice singing, nothing's gonna hurt you baby..
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Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 11:06 PM UTC
I'm feeling poetic, okay?
the threshold to tomorrow is stalking us is there destiny in the indifference the indifference and concern with what is the future we should all be the masters of what is to occur go carefully with all the realities that exist they are there and need to be discovered Brian Hill - 2020 # 54
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Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 10:48 AM UTC
Tomorrow
Those who were born without wings can never know the taste of the sky Me, I fly up in the air and can never understand that dreams can die
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Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 4:59 PM UTC
Dreamer
Angelic faces have demonic realities. White has some hidden black. Good always needs evil. Light is because of dark.
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Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 2:54 PM UTC
Undeniable
That’s the thing about lived realities They are not expectations Nor stereotypes about cultures They are the opposite of common knowledge How about we document our life and get rid of these misconceptions?
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Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 8:26 AM UTC
This is diaspora
There's always more to it than meets the eye. Two flowers behind the fence house a million stories, Insurmountable for all to tell by. For some it's just two unnoticible flowers, For some it's the cradle of spring, For some it's imagery of prison, For some it's lovers in their haven, For some it's forbidden opportunities, For some it's consequence of a strife, For some it's an offering to a loved one, For some it's just the cycle of life.
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May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 4:36 PM UTC
Flowers
I know that there was once a time I wrote a poem about us I talked of alternate realities And in you it rose a fuss In it I spoke about our lives Multiple and each one different Some were happy some sad Our story always recurrent In the end I spoke of us I had come to a resolve In our story of talks and shows Soon the times would dissolve But as our time together has passed Our story has evolved Something inside me started to change In my story you became more involved Now in this story of talks and shows The original plot is new What once was an untimely end Now begins and ends with you So if you’ll let me I’ll write you in In as many places as I can I can’t lose you now you’re part of me Our life together just began
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Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 5:05 PM UTC
Ramblings of Alternate Realities Pt 2