#sphere
TicketMaster of Puppets,
you pull our strings.
Selling to bots and scalpers
ends in prices fit only for kings.
Fans spend hours in online queues,
only to end disappointed.
Or racking up credit card debt
for to be one of the anointed.
To get a good seat that has views
we pay 7x more than the price.
Why, pray tell, is this legal?
Don't we all agree greed is a vice?
Bands share some of the blame--
they don’t have to play this game.
But they’re raking in the dough.
My respect is sinking low.
Life burns fast,
but my bank account burns faster.
If you want your fans to stay around,
say **** off to TicketBastard.
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 10:13 PM UTC
Worth and weight,
first rule for being born,
again and again and again,
under promised pending
wrath of all that has been
called God, since Edison, say
or say, Nobel, perfector
of mountain moving stable
explosives when Teddy Roosevelt was a boy.
The New York American ****** Epstein Tool…
here, merge myths and mysteries with me, I
am a heretic hear to accuse the liars, using my
own personal experience as an allegiant Boomer,
reared in a town on Route 66, old trail water stop,
where Beale stopped and drank in his vision
marveling,
smiling, morphing into smirk, the look
on Trump's face when he said,
All those guys are dead.
Inside his core time processor fading out,
he suddenly feels Charlie Kirk, smiling from
the land of the well remembered innocents,
I send you the warming hot coals of Christmas,
to reward your attitude exalting hate over truth.
Peace on Earth causes kinder smiles, old boy.
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 11:09 AM UTC
Perfect love casteth out fear
Trust your angels - always near
Love can guide each daily deed
When you fill another’s need
Love inspires our downcast hearts
As love soars - our fear departs
Pray your love abides steadfast
For only love will always last
Kindness, healing, mercy too
Flow more free - with loving view
When unbidden fears appear
Replace with love, in every sphere
No matter what our ill or ail
Perfect love - will never fail
Love endures eternally
Love is true prosperity
Dec 30, 2020
Dec 30, 2020 at 10:05 AM UTC
a tendency to move around the sphere,
overhauls once inner sadness.
one has planted the seeds of laughter,
on a graveyard overgrown by reeds.
now observing them despair as
flames emerging from a sweet wine glass.
sipping on it, like a hungry child,
finding its way out of this social experiment.
indulging guilt, now as i stand,
on the velvet lace of passed times.
finally they told me to inhale wrongs,
exhaling passion for others to feed on.
no being with a heart still beating,
not i, nor you, nor the sphere itself,
should give oneself up to vagari of others.
exhale only for what melts its heart,
as a chocolate with honey melts into one's taste.
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 2:11 PM UTC
MySelf to pieces split and cleaved,
o'er the grave he stood bereaved.
When salvation seemed so close at hand,
he saw confusion in the plan;
Two halves of One he must retrieve.
The Seven Lights he sought to find,
suspended east-ward in the sky.
When once or twice he, free of fear
spied his heart out chasing deer;
he knelt - trembling before the lie.
Breathing slowed - the flowing saddle
in which he rode, abreast Death's rattle.
The numbers upward, did he climb
from six to seven, eight to nine;
symbols of a timeless battle.
In purgatory now I wait
for Flame of Hell or Heaven's Gate.
Strange personalities within vibrations,
a Cosmic Gong to heal Death's Station;
I stand my ground - I forge my fate.
Wherefore art thou Chariot I ride,
that which I've been given, hidden by the sky?
A Sphere of Mirrors w/ no sides,
into my tear of fire doth collide;
A temperamental Horse I ride.
Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 6:57 PM UTC
The Great Sphere is the higher, the between and the lower,
The Great Sphere is the highest of realities, the balanced universe and the lowest of primeval type universe,
The Great Sphere is with the highest form, the living beings of matter and spirit in the balanced universe and the unbalanced primeval universe,
The Great Sphere is within the highest man stood on the moon, the man of matter and spirit stood on the moon, and the primeval man stood on the moon,
The Great Sphere is True Life itself, it is life and death and utter death,
So the Great Sphere is all things, higher, between and lower.
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 9:54 AM UTC
In this world of miss opportunity
I can barely sing in this atmosphere
I’m living in this world where reflections are used as fear
Im look all around till I see through these spheres
Everyone is ready to throat cut the melodies of my soul
The world revolves and evolves even through flaws
So when I’m living out my dreams I’m not going to be just sleeping
I’m all around
•
I’m a sphere in this atmosphere
Fear is now my melody for flying
The world filled with mirrors and I’m now dressed in tunes and dreams
My voice is now the soil of my soul
Choking up the air that once held me in horror
The devil and the lord are just passengers in my flight
•
In my fight with spheres and mirrors
I’m pursuing dreams and pictures
Paintings and boxing rings pump fear
Broken glass, I can see many reflections
The big picture here in the spheres and mirrors
Can’t depict the world in which we’ve all created
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 11:20 PM UTC
I’m looking at life as a sphere
The easel escapes what’s boxed in
•
These eyes all have their own view
These squares just try to mirror
•
The birds keep calling my name
The soul in me just ignores
•
Imagine them as squirrels
Easy but never to ****
•
The flowers I’ve been growing
Show that the soil is the one that’s really richer
•
A masterpiece is all I’ll ever chase
Until then I’ll reach for the skies that color all around
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 10:53 PM UTC
A mutated earthling—
From an elitist experiment—
Burst with thorns and limbs,— yet too little to be seen,— That struck mines— Into landslides.
Through and through,— to species and things
A coast to coast hunter— that becomes a Gremlin ********** and thrilled by a prophet, foretold—
"A ditty hatband to put in flute,— is a note of sphere bullets."
For the meantime, hear the Chieftain's announcement:
"The folly is the naked; as the prudent is the masked—
No one should be phlegmatic in this game,—
For all of you should be sensitive— Unless, if you want to be an elsewhere's feast
Do not act— like a pearl with a great price!"
Soldiers cluttered in passageways,— For Pirates are Ubiquitous thieves
An assemble of frontiers hosed and geared— of wrought bodies— with uncertain prone.
In this war, together—
Barricades of water and bricks— Our chances to be unleashed,— From a long concealment,— To be sooner conquerors of intruders' exile.
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 12:28 AM UTC
_Neither to imagine inarticulately the moon,
Nor to articulate unimaginatively the sun,
But to scan the celestial sphere for sublime inspiration: the poet._
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 4:42 PM UTC
O' my transparent magical sphere
I am aware of your capabilities
I always regard your truthfulness
I bow before you once again
I also bow before the angel
Who gave me, you as a gift
Again I am here with a question
Please let me know the answer
Don't feel any pressure or fear
You are always my near and dear
Don’t hesitate anymore
Just speak the truth, only truth
My question is plain and straight
But still it is not that simple
The question is mind boggling
The question is very troubling
"Which is the most valuable
Which is the most vulnerable
Which is the fastest growing
Which is the fastest moving
Which is the most popular
Which is the most wanted
And which is the most insecure thing
In this modern mundane world"
All of sudden the sphere turned opaque
Then changed its colour in red and blue
Later it was filled with ***** smoke
Quickly replaced by white-white clouds
And then I figured, A word inscribed
What I saw, was a single word – "DATA"
I thanked my transparent magical sphere
I thanked the angel who gave me this gift
I bowed down with respect and regard
Returned with that single word answer
I assessed, analysed and concluded
Once again the magical sphere was true
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 10:57 AM UTC
I don't blame people for hating me
I hate myself sometimes
I just hope they give me a chance
I give myself chances
Until I start giving glances
And move through playful prances
Others witness my glancing dances
And knock me out my ****** trances
I wonder what I am
My eyes look at my hands
The wise watch the sands
Of time that slowly count down
Until we're not tyranny bound
In this empire of circular hate
Trapped on this circular crate
It gets smaller as we push inward
When the solution is the inverse
These ideologies keep us from expansion
Like those that knock me out my trances
But please give humanity more chances
A murderer stands before his judge
The judge says:
Death...
Why do you weep?
It's just one word
My sympathy isn't reached
For I am the herd
The murderer responds:
Sorry I must weep
These tears I can't keep
When that word sums up my future and my past
It evokes memories and desires engraved in brass
As a society we're constantly filling ourselves
As a species we're constantly killing ourselves
When knowledge is a sphere
That needs to be maximized
We need to look in the mirror
And continue asking why
But we must start in the middle
To fill up the sphere
Until we can solve this riddle
And I can keep tears
And we can be peers
Who live on this sphere
With nothing to fear
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 3:54 AM UTC
Come let’s squeeze in
while the sphere’s moon-lit cheek
turns her other sunny-cheek.
Come let’s mingle in the splash
while the sunup basks in
swims across the dewy green.
Come let’s try it again
while we are alive and breathing
there is a time for everything.
Come let’s be creative no ocean is deep
while a pearl shines in the seashell.
A handful of earth is wrapped
in the midst of a colossal airy space,
there is still a wonder in ****** green!
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 10:38 AM UTC
I see a sphere
it is like one that is,
but not like one that feels
this sphere, is vulnerable
it is colorful but thin
easy to puncture and see
the things that lie within
the colorful skin
i'm afraid it will lose color
and lose what it has once been
-Kaya
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 2:04 PM UTC
Her novelty has faded.
The stars hang back, distant ladies-in-waiting.
The night sky, their palace, is eclipsed by cities
Exploding with neon lights and grotesque trees.
She is too romantic.
Inch by inch, the black sheath is drawn back,
Revealing her smiling crescent.
She keeps a faithful orbit, and stirs
Blue oceans with long white fingers.
In her full sphere
She is a perfect spotlight,
Turning quiet snowy fields into
Illuminated empty stages.
She plays peek-a-boo, uncovering lovers
Gleaming whitely in the mouths
Of beds.
The beauty of entwined limbs
Exposed in her milky radiance.
She is the sun’s soft reflection.
He is never dim, and the black
Silk bag, a sort of corset,
Is ready to devour her again.
The wine is drained from the glass.
Her smile has become a slit.
The single pearl
Gulped,
Cloaked in shadow again.
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 7:47 AM UTC
This is just one giant sphere filled with Gods crayola crayons and science equipment
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 4:28 PM UTC
Frost makes its way from beyond the azure blue,
snow falls as fast as it will please,
passing through a cold winter breeze.
The clouds shift to a form the world anew,
never learning how to fly,
white sparkles float down from the sky.
I stare at the night sphere to search for what is true,
pure ice shows how a person can be,
as the winds wail in currents freely as the sea.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 9:24 PM UTC
As you radiate across the sky;
I cant help but wonder,
Am i staring to a real sparkle?
As i lay eyes upon your shine;
And be fascinated by your glow,
I determined that you are just a mimic of a genuine luminous sphere.
Nothing more , nothing less.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC
Life has nothing
That can amaze
Let alone impress,
And the future
Is faceless.
I want to die
In silence.
I want to disappear
Off of myself,
Off of the sphere.
F.Z.N
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 9:31 AM UTC
The gigantic sphere
in somewhere we don't know
resting on the throne of
the Sun
The gigantic sphere
up in the east sky
rising slowly like
a man climbing up
the Everest
The gigantic sphere
up in the west sky
falling slowly like
a snail climbing down
the Everest
The Sun is slow
but we feels fast
Why so fast while so slow?
'Cause you are having Fun!
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
This is my box,
home to contrived chaos.
I open and close it
many times a day.
Beside my box
are other boxes
bigger and smaller,
all of them surrounded
by an even bigger box.
And if you left this box
you'd see a field
of boxes
sprawling the land
further than eyes can see.
And how odd is it
--the mere idea--
that all these boxes
adhere to this sphere
we reside upon
like a collection
of living magnets.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 10:21 AM UTC