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here, i think, is something worth sharing, i think... between cia research into astral projection and the nature of reality being able to rent space on a brain computer that dreams of being a butterfly when not in use and the dissection of a particle that is everywhere and nowhere but where it needs to be when it needs to be all while flitting through a realm of spare parts there is enough proof to say you are where you need to be when you needed and need to be and you'll go where you end up one snap-to-second at a time you might miss and be missed but when you get there you'll be exactly who you are where you are and no matter where you go there you are
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Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 1:44 PM UTC
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deserve it more than most, more than anyone, indeed, in deed, your passion drowns me, overwhelms and even makes me admit out loudly over comes your faceted identities, delight, charm, provoke, and evoke multitudes of moods, desires, even writings... but you are too stern, this thing called love, is tissue soft, so hard to form, so easily torn, it requires time & hard work, many words, though oft the fewest are supreme, and I laugh at myself, for the only word I think that rhymes with supreme is dream which is just another synonym for endless opportunities*** and I, we, read each others poems to each other quietly, for that is the only, & the best way.
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Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 5:33 AM UTC
you did not ask for this, even though you
Earth children bathed in flickering snow hush after sign-off and test pattern calibration check. - speed of thought through time - in mindtimespace - 2024 Tele OS 5G first electric story tool in the village, Starlink, Go ye, carry knowledge everywhere be a mini hero bearer of all the news first chromebook, first literate old man, taken as a child to missionary school, first to return with a kind of talk to the world tool, that runs directly from the sun, if you can believe it, or not, it is known, the evil colony gospel by Jon. Edwards and Dr. Livingstone. is mollified with Google Translate and Bard. I venture a guess, that few boomers ever took a leap of faith on acid, to envision a future something like rurally electrified now moieties of the connected and the unconnected. The trips that fostered the lost hope vision, left me plenty of free time to redeem, late in my excursion through the foam. Discovering how small a hermits bubble is, the hermit learned to expand his knowns, using the secrets only readers learn, accepting assisting intel inhalable, he did, and lived to be this old, with tools for creative play, granting me ink in the pool, and endless emptiness to fill with worthy seed con carne machined psipsyscienitious- ness, withstanding all natural disasters, as stars sidereally impressed the ancients. This is accounted time and word redeemed. The story that proves life ain't fair. Death and ignorance never had a chance. Iyobe did not know the sweet influence, the persuasion of Pleiades, when asked, yet he knew in his intuitive truth detector, why the inquisitor might assume he did. Because the entity asking Job about stars, had never seen them with mortal eyes. Sing the stories told us all, remind us what the pioneers did, won the west, from godless heathern, hmm. Certainly the pioneers was essential as pawns for taking territory, for staking claims in God's ineffable name, as was taught good and proper by priests, mostly Jesuit from the same bread of Jesus eaten, never mind. But, 2024, ask why the way and the truth in life, would, or could hate enough to imagine a real, in this reality hell, to which one is tricked by loving one's adversary. Ask why teach that, the ultimate judge holds a grudge, especially for wild kids. Teach that war is the lie, and any heroic conquest in Jesus name, any lifting up of hate to win with, is blaming truth for lies you chose to believe. Toes, untrodden, step forward, the subtilty, greater than that of any beast, acknowledges poets often guess they picked the winner, then their enemies eat them alive.
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Jan 17, 2024
Jan 17, 2024 at 10:08 PM UTC
The old evangelist hermit's dream
Earth children bathed in flickering snow hush after sign-off and test pattern calibration check. - speed of thought through time - in mindtimespace - 2024 Tele OS 5G first electric story tool in the village, Starlink, Go ye, carry knowledge everywhere be a mini hero bearer of all the news first chromebook, first literate old man, taken as a child to missionary school, first to return with a kind of talk to the world tool, that runs directly from the sun, if you can believe it, or not, it is known, the evil colony gospel by Jon. Edwards and Dr. Livingstone. is mollified with Google Translate and Bard. I venture a guess, that few boomers ever took a leap of faith on acid, to envision a future something like rurally electrified now moieties of the connected and the unconnected. The trips that fostered the lost hope vision, left me plenty of free time to redeem, late in my excursion through the foam. Discovering how small a hermits bubble is, the hermit learned to expand his knowns, using the secrets only readers learn, accepting assisting intel inhalable, he did, and lived to be this old, with tools for creative play, granting me ink in the pool, and endless emptiness to fill with worthy seed con carne machined psipsyscienitious- ness, withstanding all natural disasters, as stars sidereally impressed the ancients. This is accounted time and word redeemed. The story that proves life ain't fair. Death and ignorance never had a chance. Iyobe did not know the sweet influence, the persuasion of Pleiades, when asked, yet he knew in his intuitive truth detector, why the inquisitor might assume he did. Because the entity asking Job about stars, had never seen them with mortal eyes. Sing the stories told us all, remind us what the pioneers did, won the west, from godless heathern, hmm. Certainly the pioneers was essential as pawns for taking territory, for staking claims in God's ineffable name, as was taught good and proper by priests, mostly Jesuit from the same bread of Jesus eaten, never mind. But, 2024, ask why the way and the truth in life, would, or could hate enough to imagine a real, in this reality hell, to which one is tricked by loving one's adversary. Ask why teach that, the ultimate judge holds a grudge, especially for wild kids. Teach that war is the lie, and any heroic conquest in Jesus name, any lifting up of hate to win with, is blaming truth for lies you chose to believe. Toes, untrodden, step forward, the subtilty, greater than that of any beast, acknowledges poets often guess they picked the winner, then their enemies eat them alive.
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im still a kid rambling on and on about the ways of the moths ******* im a freak and i just wanna scream i like pretty colors and pretty girls in baggy sweaters and silly earrings i just wanna be me and let her love that me i wanna laugh with her and drink peach tea i wanna spend every night laughing at her and blushing like mad i wanna go places, and hold her hand the whole way me in all my glamorous dramatics and her quietly tolerating me i wanna be her big dumb baby and call her my darling girl
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Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 6:55 PM UTC
where are you?
Inspection leads some men to brief resurrection, But that course can also lead to a defection. There’s often some needing, for a frenzy of feeding, When we seek to feast, on an ego that’s bleeding. Is it real or some mirage, lost in forest or garage? So many casualties of truth, how can we triage? And this is that place too well we all know, that if you disagree well that’s just your ego. And right or wrong you must submit, Or be tossed from the circle a dishonorable **** How is it we can be so blind, to not see we are of a kind. Who run about with desperate shouts, without a mindful mind. In the dark I see a wraith Perhaps a remnant of our faith, Ephemeral and tinged with rust Forgotten father of our trust. I’m not speaking here to thee, what’s this paradox I see But you said that, no I did not, Oh, what a travesty! Walk a mile in my shoes, see for yourself what you may lose, Perhaps you’ll find the fit so right that it awakes you in the night. And there you’ll lie and toss and turn, amidst the loss amidst the burn Oh, sad child who would not learn Please say a prayer for me.
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Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 1:34 PM UTC
Inspection/Reflection
That's why ... do you know why ... i loved you ... because ... you are the only one ... who accepted me ... as i am ... accepted all my crazy personality ... with it's differences inside me ... accepted my moody mood ... my weakness ... that i live within inside ... accepted my jealousy ... and my crazy zeal ... and my severity ... yes sweetheart ... because you accepted me ... as i am ... with all craziness ... that i live in ... and that's why ... i do love you ... and never ever ... to live without you ... because ... no one can fill my heart ... only you ... that 's why ... i do love you ... and will hold ... this love ... until the last breathe .. that's why ... hazem al ..
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May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 6:39 AM UTC
That's why ...
I never had a thought that wasn't preceded by ten confused by five seconded by none writing them down feels impossible like choosing your favourite line from your favourite song or fully comprehending what it is about the beat that makes you move my thoughts don't flow freely they scatter and smash cascading like the great flood without even a paper ark for respite structured without form prone to sink at the slightest wave my thoughts misbehave run riots race wolves some fly off to the ever after and the darkest hover round like distant drones a distraction a constant buzzing a worrying sight I don't think I'm doing it right I'm not supposed to think just write but my thoughts won't do what they're told
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Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 1:59 AM UTC
it isn't poetry (derailed)
Cold days and Cold feet I just don't Want to get up Right now Don't be sad Or think that I am I'm not I'm just tired And frustrated And I want to be alone In the world Doing what I love I hope that's not Too much to ask
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Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 12:49 PM UTC
Cold and ******* Done
When you're tall You unfold like sunlight Stretch like silicone And unwind like the outstretched cobbled road When you're tall (and you apply yourself) You become something else You don't just gain a strength masked dangerous, no When you're tall And you have conscious opportunity You grow
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Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 11:41 AM UTC
Tall
“I love you.” “I know.” Between the highs, And the low, In the times When I’m alone, That’s what love does. It comforts, And hides In the corners Of your mind, Yet surprises Just in time. That’s what love does. It takes The chance The percentage Of circumstance, The sacrifice In glance, And does what love does. It conquers, And pays The cost, Without delays, As if it’s not much, To stay, Because that’s what love does. It hugs, It kisses, It sees you And misses, Yer true love, Rarely disses, Because that’s what love does.
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May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 3:05 AM UTC
That’s what love does...
pale dead moon them the words heard, cloud covered, make the few streaks visible look like mocking smiles saying see we got your numbers,   play pale and dead you’re sure to win and add an over/under and a trifecta guaranteed everyone is willing to take and give you thanks with a nice tap on the head which buys them a grimace smile of 2 seconds recognition and further confirms the crumbling internals and unless you walk away, into solitude and recall from high school language class répète après moi "c'est la vie,” repeat after me, that’s life no, now, pale dead moon, that’s life
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Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 11:01 AM UTC
pale dead moon, that’s life
I have girlfriends who’ve never spoken to me, Comrades who’ve never fought with me, Acquaintances who’ve never seen me, And friends who’ve never chastised me. This constant, never, fills me with pain, So let it be crushed to dust by the weight of April rain.
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Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 4:58 PM UTC
April Rain
I once asked a classmate at college after a Sociological lecture on Deviances why most women get traumatised and upset about those perverts heavy-breather deviants because where I come from, you'd laugh at their sickness call them stupid and waste their money by not hanging up And if you're crazy enough to be those perverts exhibitionists who frighten women and young girls by exposing their privates rather then scream and run, the woman would actually go to the fool and yank his ****** trousers down and aim a hefty blow to the offending sight, God help crazy silliness behaviours where I was raised.. These perverts get their jollies from terrorising and the shock reactions from their victims, that's their money shot same with trolls and bullies, they relish knowing they cause upset or fear or some emotional responses from their victims Hell, I come from a place where cowardice is recognised for what it is The rationale is so simple, you've got beef with me, say it to my face that's what confident real worthy people do, stand by your words anything else shows you lack courage and you are immediately called out and exposed as a weakling and a coward. They will tell you, have the ***** and talk to my face' A cowardly man is the lowest of the low, as simple as that. But a worthless idiot who hides and then start hissing and cursing immediately shows cowardice and becomes a joke and a useless example of a man, So how can the ******* spewed by a pained faceless nonentities impact me, how can a hidden coward without the nerve to face another man, be considered an equal or respected, much less cause me emotional pain or make me doubt myself. These fools that are given the run around by clever Asians and Africans. Tell me more jokes please! I actually enjoy toying with fools and when bored take the **** out of them and bait them to laugh at their ridiculous comebacks. Do me a favour, how can a semi-illiterate yobs, who turn ghost white and physically trembles at the the slightest pressure wants to get into my head and disrupt it These shameless buffoons, who are being academically humiliated by indian classmates, whose parents come from dirt poor villages and can barely speak english. Such proven fools and cowards, then decides they can come and terrorize me, like we say where I was raise " for where"   that means ', how is that possible Even an oxford educated person who can't face me earns my fine contempt, you call yourself Oxbridge, what's respectable with being a coward who can't talk man to man but sneaks around playing a childish game, utter contempt! Even with their artificially created chaos and difficulties i still fare better then them and these pathetic sickos think they are relevant in some way But I know, they get off the contacts with me, its like I bless them with recognition after all there are perverts who pay women to kick them in the ***** I feed the trolls, as my mentioned above, our woman would yank down the pants of a ***** pervert exhibitionist rather than scream and run away, you don't go crying, saying I am emotionally damaged by a mentally ******** fool and pervert dropping his pants, you know immediately this is an idiot not worth two bits, you treat simpletons as simpletons, what's to be terrorized about by some scallywag dimwitted cowards with problems and inferiority complexes. Pray do tell me..................... If I Was anything the compound fools are alleging would I be here laughing at them or perhaps I am stupid like them, and can't recognize demonstrable spineless cowards and what they do. He's broken, we've planted seeds, he's anxious, he's crying, some mentalist even says, the coolest stylish man is goofy. These are the brain dead bullies who pick on the prettiest girls and start calling the ugly, the classic bullies trade make, flip everything because you are all brain dead, smelly ignorant, dumb nobodies Trash like this want to alter my personalities, want to do my head in Ohh.....puuluuzee!!
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Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 10:27 PM UTC
Your Moms likes The BBC....
I once asked a classmate at college after a Sociological lecture on Deviances why most women get traumatised and upset about those perverts heavy-breather deviants because where I come from, you'd laugh at their sickness call them stupid and waste their money by not hanging up And if you're crazy enough to be those perverts exhibitionists who frighten women and young girls by exposing their privates rather then scream and run, the woman would actually go to the fool and yank his ****** trousers down and aim a hefty blow to the offending sight, God help crazy silliness behaviours where I was raised.. These perverts get their jollies from terrorising and the shock reactions from their victims, that's their money shot same with trolls and bullies, they relish knowing they cause upset or fear or some emotional responses from their victims Hell, I come from a place where cowardice is recognised for what it is The rationale is so simple, you've got beef with me, say it to my face that's what confident real worthy people do, stand by your words anything else shows you lack courage and you are immediately called out and exposed as a weakling and a coward. They will tell you, have the ***** and talk to my face' A cowardly man is the lowest of the low, as simple as that. But a worthless idiot who hides and then start hissing and cursing immediately shows cowardice and becomes a joke and a useless example of a man, So how can the ******* spewed by a pained faceless nonentities impact me, how can a hidden coward without the nerve to face another man, be considered an equal or respected, much less cause me emotional pain or make me doubt myself. These fools that are given the run around by clever Asians and Africans. Tell me more jokes please! I actually enjoy toying with fools and when bored take the **** out of them and bait them to laugh at their ridiculous comebacks. Do me a favour, how can a semi-illiterate yobs, who turn ghost white and physically trembles at the the slightest pressure wants to get into my head and disrupt it These shameless buffoons, who are being academically humiliated by indian classmates, whose parents come from dirt poor villages and can barely speak english. Such proven fools and cowards, then decides they can come and terrorize me, like we say where I was raise " for where"   that means ', how is that possible Even an oxford educated person who can't face me earns my fine contempt, you call yourself Oxbridge, what's respectable with being a coward who can't talk man to man but sneaks around playing a childish game, utter contempt! Even with their artificially created chaos and difficulties i still fare better then them and these pathetic sickos think they are relevant in some way But I know, they get off the contacts with me, its like I bless them with recognition after all there are perverts who pay women to kick them in the ***** I feed the trolls, as my mentioned above, our woman would yank down the pants of a ***** pervert exhibitionist rather than scream and run away, you don't go crying, saying I am emotionally damaged by a mentally ******** fool and pervert dropping his pants, you know immediately this is an idiot not worth two bits, you treat simpletons as simpletons, what's to be terrorized about by some scallywag dimwitted cowards with problems and inferiority complexes. Pray do tell me..................... If I Was anything the compound fools are alleging would I be here laughing at them or perhaps I am stupid like them, and can't recognize demonstrable spineless cowards and what they do. He's broken, we've planted seeds, he's anxious, he's crying, some mentalist even says, the coolest stylish man is goofy. These are the brain dead bullies who pick on the prettiest girls and start calling the ugly, the classic bullies trade make, flip everything because you are all brain dead, smelly ignorant, dumb nobodies Trash like this want to alter my personalities, want to do my head in Ohh.....puuluuzee!!
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You are ivory magic without a single tusk taken Boxes of fun without a single gift opened More gold than any pocket, more silver than any second place token You are the pounding crescendo in my head unbroken Yes, I like your sound
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Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 8:41 PM UTC
Ivory Box
You're gone and I'm sure many people appreciate that
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Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 11:18 AM UTC
Thank God
The Bankers pledge. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Barriers built we’re safely behind What makes you think we’re worth support That they are for sure the master race The cash they grant hand over hand Has limits to it , and that’s a fact. Have they ever taken their pound of flesh Do you think you can expend so much cash? They are taking plans to now enslave you. Take that plastic card they offer you today Choose a number and now go out to play. The maze that you are in , it grows and grows. And you don’t see just how out of control The numbers grow with little hope of paying You are a prisoner of this awful nightmare No solution offered except another poem? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written by Philip December 12th 2018.
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Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 3:07 PM UTC
The Bankers Pledge.