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Let me try to make sense of the effectual fervency requirement. Availing much, eh, what is avail, to me, valient effort expense, perhaps. Available. Too much, eh. A valorous effort, charging a kind of weform mindform spirit shape we attending with half a brain, to A. Huxley, speaking from 1960 or so, What a piece of work man is. Very large numbers is subject to average approximation means, all means in rational balance and spinning energy allocations, as means to attract idle words, non compete, old karma dharma levels too deep to imagine twice the same. Fortune tellers or insurance companies, confidence business Framing referents, insuring we get the point, as readers Force fed referential self evidence from a printed grapho hos grapho grapho grafitti, evidence from Kilroy, the idea/ EASTER. {Passover} Prelude to Maydays, Kings are dead, long live the king, the thing, the idea, eh, boss of me, in me, he, is risen. He is risen, indeed, the enchantment, seen as we assume a shape, some spider's abandoned kite, we ride as a lash mite may, animated, we, as not me, nor thee, but we, working wonder for a living, offering confident upright reasons, for the prelogos nous level conscience, knowns at the liver level, knowns at rhenaladrenal level, gut conscience, upright, I, inside, rationally balanced dancing levels, we, as not us, but what we form, whenever, we become a mind of our own, a mobmind, Zeitgeist, any two or more, wonders what ifed into 2025 access to information interesting enough, to leave room for rest, in proof, pure peace, enough, to ponder liquid metaphoric reflective contemplative gearing is called for, mechanically, -moments ABSing preventative slow to bring seconds worth of concentration, to the scale, fluxuation vibratory humming, in balance, my rationed willpower used to make believe, I am chosing words at random, in a familiar way, being as one may literally be, in a book like environment, seeing as one can imagine, being a grapho, a decree, be me, see what a creature on the order of a reader familiar with Huxley, at Ape and Essence, experience a reader ties to carp… old fish, wisht once toomany times, solo hook, life sunk, back to the shack by the see full of good things to eat, beside a trickling stream seeping from high on the granite wall, Remember, hours of silence, with these inner humms, Acutron steady, even when the big guns go…. how biguns do, Acutron steady hummin', human interest, … how I hapt'gno, Acutron hmmm, steady, effectual fervent waiting to know, you know what time it was, in big picture 20th century mindhats known worn, bhering evidence to the wearer's status and caste known, witness the projected value associated, eh, what I say as sociated we think, ah as such, breathe, we think, while others read, ambiguous tense, as so situated, we think, we have being as readers ready logically, for whatever we find fits our plainest version of our version of the overall results of Easter, or, more importantly, today, Christmas, the message, McLuhan, most know something of his presentation of his perceptions from Canadian Academian POV verily, verily postpone --- time hold, a thought, thinking, first time, breathe, and think what thought feels like. Let this mind be in you, listen to yourself retell the reason, the use for, the faith ration each ready reader has availed one's own self's access to, letters, pen slow, brush slow, rude reed grapho in the beach, washt away, though your sins, as you define what has beguilted thee and thine idea, I am and curcumin -pops in- an adlib AI word, beguilingly the one this idea is, I am. At that point, in a real weform, we sigh, as is, we all sigh, but some think sigh.
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Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 4:50 PM UTC
Sighn's worths given seconds worths
Let me try to make sense of the effectual fervency requirement. Availing much, eh, what is avail, to me, valient effort expense, perhaps. Available. Too much, eh. A valorous effort, charging a kind of weform mindform spirit shape we attending with half a brain, to A. Huxley, speaking from 1960 or so, What a piece of work man is. Very large numbers is subject to average approximation means, all means in rational balance and spinning energy allocations, as means to attract idle words, non compete, old karma dharma levels too deep to imagine twice the same. Fortune tellers or insurance companies, confidence business Framing referents, insuring we get the point, as readers Force fed referential self evidence from a printed grapho hos grapho grapho grafitti, evidence from Kilroy, the idea/ EASTER. {Passover} Prelude to Maydays, Kings are dead, long live the king, the thing, the idea, eh, boss of me, in me, he, is risen. He is risen, indeed, the enchantment, seen as we assume a shape, some spider's abandoned kite, we ride as a lash mite may, animated, we, as not me, nor thee, but we, working wonder for a living, offering confident upright reasons, for the prelogos nous level conscience, knowns at the liver level, knowns at rhenaladrenal level, gut conscience, upright, I, inside, rationally balanced dancing levels, we, as not us, but what we form, whenever, we become a mind of our own, a mobmind, Zeitgeist, any two or more, wonders what ifed into 2025 access to information interesting enough, to leave room for rest, in proof, pure peace, enough, to ponder liquid metaphoric reflective contemplative gearing is called for, mechanically, -moments ABSing preventative slow to bring seconds worth of concentration, to the scale, fluxuation vibratory humming, in balance, my rationed willpower used to make believe, I am chosing words at random, in a familiar way, being as one may literally be, in a book like environment, seeing as one can imagine, being a grapho, a decree, be me, see what a creature on the order of a reader familiar with Huxley, at Ape and Essence, experience a reader ties to carp… old fish, wisht once toomany times, solo hook, life sunk, back to the shack by the see full of good things to eat, beside a trickling stream seeping from high on the granite wall, Remember, hours of silence, with these inner humms, Acutron steady, even when the big guns go…. how biguns do, Acutron steady hummin', human interest, … how I hapt'gno, Acutron hmmm, steady, effectual fervent waiting to know, you know what time it was, in big picture 20th century mindhats known worn, bhering evidence to the wearer's status and caste known, witness the projected value associated, eh, what I say as sociated we think, ah as such, breathe, we think, while others read, ambiguous tense, as so situated, we think, we have being as readers ready logically, for whatever we find fits our plainest version of our version of the overall results of Easter, or, more importantly, today, Christmas, the message, McLuhan, most know something of his presentation of his perceptions from Canadian Academian POV verily, verily postpone --- time hold, a thought, thinking, first time, breathe, and think what thought feels like. Let this mind be in you, listen to yourself retell the reason, the use for, the faith ration each ready reader has availed one's own self's access to, letters, pen slow, brush slow, rude reed grapho in the beach, washt away, though your sins, as you define what has beguilted thee and thine idea, I am and curcumin -pops in- an adlib AI word, beguilingly the one this idea is, I am. At that point, in a real weform, we sigh, as is, we all sigh, but some think sigh.
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the girls I danced with I never wrote songs about the girls I kissed under bursts of fireworks I never won carnival prizes for the girls I entered the sheets with I never made a deeper connection the girls who gave me their best I never understood their motives and I wondered where they all went and why we parted ways like cathedral doors and why they took the hand of other monsters and vanished into the night. I was too naive to notice all the red flags waving behind me and too dense to turn around and open my eyes. but now I face this dry vacancy and I see they’re intertwined with their domestics constricted with their marriages taunting their husbands commanding their boyfriends obsessed with their photo albums cramming belief and guidance into their children its the same unabridged story told over and over and over and over again. I too, sit with this adverse outcome: this one wants me to quit drinking and that one wants me on a diet and this one wants me to get a better job and that one wants me to exercise more. I’ve never been one to rest on my laurels, but as I lay down in this bed with this one like so many buried cold beneath the Earth, I can’t stop thinking of those angels from my past that have flown off into other heavens. I was never deserving of their time nor their presence and I am neither here nor there.
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Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 10:52 AM UTC
vacancy
What's gotten into me? Well, it's spite silly Despite a lack of a vacancy Much needed for what's actually important to me ©2024
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Aug 7, 2024
Aug 7, 2024 at 1:19 PM UTC
~•§•~ Silly You or Silly Me? ~•§•~
I feel something missing from me I have this empty, icy chest cavity Where a something should absolutely be But for the life of me I can't think of what the contents use to be I can't recall what I used to see Back in the day when I looked in the mirror, And the mirror looked back at me I think it was something important ultimately But there's definitely nothing there now so how important could what was there be, I mean really It doesn't appear to be a necessity Maybe it was just an option in the creation recipe Just figured since I'm working to put myself back together, This time completely I'd focus on the biggest vacancy But I guess I'll just leave it be, At least until it starts affecting me We'll just have to wait and see ©2024
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Apr 15, 2024
Apr 15, 2024 at 1:21 PM UTC
~•§•~ Don't Need It ~•§•~
I don't have enough room up there for it to be all in my head From the heaping piles of motionless dreams strewn across the floor, looking pretty dead To the racks on racks on racks in multiple mile high stacks of things I wish I'd not said Can't put the issues to rest if I myself can't drum up the will to get out of bed It's not strictly fear I feel whilst preparing for checkout, it's the overbearing weight of dread ©2024
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Feb 3, 2024
Feb 3, 2024 at 7:31 PM UTC
~•§•~ Sorry, No Vacancy ~•§•~
Do you remember the sky sinking? That fall, when we climbed up our vague tree and watched the nights burn      softly on Those naked arms,                  and our pricking skins You told me that the dark seemed quite obese I wondered how it could be remember the dawns   that lingered before us and birds with jewels between their beaks     Sun like a bruise clawed its way out We never did see— never unseeing ever on watch, yet the clouds     grew above and we only drew forests with our hands yours upon mine upon   yours upon— and down, down plunged it all First, gold           then the glass We jumped in weeping puddles and forced the mud into birthing birds Then came      the silvers and with them, those malnourished winds Do you remember the smoke that descended down the cliffs? That winter, we melted             with our pink flames and slept away those snarling wolves Beneath forts built of woollen quilts         our limbs tangled, tangled      with our tales You told me the dark      seemed quite obese I nodded like   a broken, puppet horse then— Dust gushed out the vessels of air    and cars coughed And down, down                 came it all Dawns befriended our solitary dusks and moons sped up their dance I ran my fingers down      the green of your strands You introduced a ladybug to my skin down, down tumbled nothing        First the browns then the blues We buried our barren feet in sticky sands and you told me It hurt where, I asked here. and there were you kissed And blues fell upon blues ’til cold, shivering, stumbled away And our tree was a painting     on the lips of a stream Restless, it lurked out our reach and the sky swelled and swelled till a heavy haze came plummeting hither And above us was left nothing but— It hurts, you said I asked you where here      here   here— the blues embraced the lonely of our land and kissed it all over   all over Huts, playgrounds, markets— Wells, trenches, hills and hills children, the rest      and voiceless shrubs All devoured. Do you remember the bleak stars as they struggled to flutter     in the smothering vacancy Then the summer smiled and stole our dying skies, and   all the quiet broke loose         in our bleached towns We in a moor sprayed with stillness     treaded through the misty of our eyes         feet upon cinders jagged where does it hurt, I asked   nowhere nowhere, nowhere—
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Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 5:39 AM UTC
In the smothering vacancy
Do you remember the sky sinking? That fall, when we climbed up our vague tree and watched the nights burn      softly on Those naked arms,                  and our pricking skins You told me that the dark seemed quite obese I wondered how it could be remember the dawns   that lingered before us and birds with jewels between their beaks     Sun like a bruise clawed its way out We never did see— never unseeing ever on watch, yet the clouds     grew above and we only drew forests with our hands yours upon mine upon   yours upon— and down, down plunged it all First, gold           then the glass We jumped in weeping puddles and forced the mud into birthing birds Then came      the silvers and with them, those malnourished winds Do you remember the smoke that descended down the cliffs? That winter, we melted             with our pink flames and slept away those snarling wolves Beneath forts built of woollen quilts         our limbs tangled, tangled      with our tales You told me the dark      seemed quite obese I nodded like   a broken, puppet horse then— Dust gushed out the vessels of air    and cars coughed And down, down                 came it all Dawns befriended our solitary dusks and moons sped up their dance I ran my fingers down      the green of your strands You introduced a ladybug to my skin down, down tumbled nothing        First the browns then the blues We buried our barren feet in sticky sands and you told me It hurt where, I asked here. and there were you kissed And blues fell upon blues ’til cold, shivering, stumbled away And our tree was a painting     on the lips of a stream Restless, it lurked out our reach and the sky swelled and swelled till a heavy haze came plummeting hither And above us was left nothing but— It hurts, you said I asked you where here      here   here— the blues embraced the lonely of our land and kissed it all over   all over Huts, playgrounds, markets— Wells, trenches, hills and hills children, the rest      and voiceless shrubs All devoured. Do you remember the bleak stars as they struggled to flutter     in the smothering vacancy Then the summer smiled and stole our dying skies, and   all the quiet broke loose         in our bleached towns We in a moor sprayed with stillness     treaded through the misty of our eyes         feet upon cinders jagged where does it hurt, I asked   nowhere nowhere, nowhere—
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Could I have seen them, I’d tell you in words—tunes—or hues. but there’s more an eye can do an eye can want. cobblestones— wooden benches Skeleton trees, and pretty profiles Sometimes, crimson skies or crimson dirts— liquids even. —she touches all she wants           she wants all— glimmering,        teasing, deceiving— Black boots on cement old —yellowed pages sewed together.   she wants all. an eye can breathe. And that was where they came in caravans. —inhale perhaps snow-covered grass    Or cracked desks Perhaps trees laden with beings or just—nothing. Could I have heard them, I’d tell you in clinking bangles— carved ice— or weeping flutes Could I have— —could I. they walked in— nay flew. Nay, swam. nay— Could I have fathomed— Carried torches, I think. they marched deep into my caverns —carried mirrors they. what of the paw-prints engraved in mud Crumpled letters     lying naked in puddles— nay. my caverns bore silk smoke over velvet nights. dark— and dreary and dying and dead— but they marched still And their torches hissed. Sapphire boots on sooty rugs—      They marched. They sang—nay. painted— nay, moulded a world out of cinders— Nay. Could I have touched, I'd know— on every turn and every crease They placed a mirror pure       as an infant’s tear —or maybe a sharpened gem who would dare to know— In every dungeon and every hall Their stares flickered like neon serpents —nay. Sun-licked butterflies, nay. halos above mountains chaste—nay— Could I have felt— But one —exhale and they were no more. Went into the rain perhaps, or past moonlight     maybe in pine trees under the sea Could I have tracked them down— but there’s more an eye can do An eye can want. light— Between the dawn,     between the darts Children in smiling yards light—    inside coal, Inside a broken sword— She touches all she wants    —she wants all. and a ray falls on the mirror and the mirror tosses it to the next   and next, to the next— Sun knits a web inside me. beams and glitter— Like a child’s song or a kitten’s roar —a war cry Could I laugh like a spear or mould the starlight into words I’d tell you— but the rays marched on into me    swift like kites warm like— like iron. nay—a mother’s hug Nay, beating drums —or an armour’s clatter, nay. Could I have known— But there’s life in piercing screams —And I was burning But is it not a privilege to watch the world wither from the very roots of the flames? to be their very mother— when your wings melt and towards the ground you wilt but you’re flying still—
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Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 3:06 PM UTC
Could I laugh like a spear
Could I have seen them, I’d tell you in words—tunes—or hues. but there’s more an eye can do an eye can want. cobblestones— wooden benches Skeleton trees, and pretty profiles Sometimes, crimson skies or crimson dirts— liquids even. —she touches all she wants           she wants all— glimmering,        teasing, deceiving— Black boots on cement old —yellowed pages sewed together.   she wants all. an eye can breathe. And that was where they came in caravans. —inhale perhaps snow-covered grass    Or cracked desks Perhaps trees laden with beings or just—nothing. Could I have heard them, I’d tell you in clinking bangles— carved ice— or weeping flutes Could I have— —could I. they walked in— nay flew. Nay, swam. nay— Could I have fathomed— Carried torches, I think. they marched deep into my caverns —carried mirrors they. what of the paw-prints engraved in mud Crumpled letters     lying naked in puddles— nay. my caverns bore silk smoke over velvet nights. dark— and dreary and dying and dead— but they marched still And their torches hissed. Sapphire boots on sooty rugs—      They marched. They sang—nay. painted— nay, moulded a world out of cinders— Nay. Could I have touched, I'd know— on every turn and every crease They placed a mirror pure       as an infant’s tear —or maybe a sharpened gem who would dare to know— In every dungeon and every hall Their stares flickered like neon serpents —nay. Sun-licked butterflies, nay. halos above mountains chaste—nay— Could I have felt— But one —exhale and they were no more. Went into the rain perhaps, or past moonlight     maybe in pine trees under the sea Could I have tracked them down— but there’s more an eye can do An eye can want. light— Between the dawn,     between the darts Children in smiling yards light—    inside coal, Inside a broken sword— She touches all she wants    —she wants all. and a ray falls on the mirror and the mirror tosses it to the next   and next, to the next— Sun knits a web inside me. beams and glitter— Like a child’s song or a kitten’s roar —a war cry Could I laugh like a spear or mould the starlight into words I’d tell you— but the rays marched on into me    swift like kites warm like— like iron. nay—a mother’s hug Nay, beating drums —or an armour’s clatter, nay. Could I have known— But there’s life in piercing screams —And I was burning But is it not a privilege to watch the world wither from the very roots of the flames? to be their very mother— when your wings melt and towards the ground you wilt but you’re flying still—
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This is not just A career opportunity It's an eternal call for The background visual poetry Model (Spirit) Who will stay eternal No less than the oldest star No less than the solo sun It's not about the pretty face Or the latitude And longitude of the body We're concerned about It's not about the education height We have nothing to do with It's not about your background Where you are from It's about the vibration Grace and inspiration It's about the energy And the balance It's more about Your inner self Everything who is you All it takes is to sense the air Go with the flow Keep the mind at rest Lost in time Don't ever stop Be inevitable Wherever Whenever With each passing day The rightful spirit Drop your CV Vibe with us
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Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 11:20 AM UTC
Classified
Love: “and I know not if I sink or swim” Love: here’s how I see it; everybody should have the ability to walk around with two sign optionality: 1. No vacancy 2. Open: (all rooms have A/C & cable) never be disappointed; you know what you’re getting up front and for an extra fee 3. credit cards Not Accepted
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Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 5:27 PM UTC
Love: “and I know not if I sink or swim”
_there’s_ _something_ _comforting_ _about_ _the_ _vacancy_ _in_ _my_ _heart_
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Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 2:24 AM UTC
[Can you hire me?] Yes If you are sensitive And willing I will You need to count The stars After sunset Everyday Think about it
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Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 5:26 AM UTC
Vacancy
I’ve been gone a long time Wasting the sunlight As it glowed on me I’ve been losing track Of the path That the moon herself delivered to me I’ve been slack in seeing the way Not everything can turn around I forgot to love At the speed of sound Now I love the way you’re there for me The way you’ll always remember me The way you touch my dreams every night You lead me out And I win the fight Now I know it’s not just you It is you To you My home I return to you I will return Please don’t wait around Just listen for that sweet sound Just play me that sweet come home music That makes my heart and soul Step in time There’s nothing keeping me from coming Home now Just to see your face is all I need To survive You’re all I need You’re all I need You’re all I need to survive On this pathway you’re the light That shines in every daily plight Remember that I’m only a traveler When you call I crave to hear you I can see you Though the lights dim I won’t forget where I’ve been Or how I’ve been All I need is this sweet return home music Found inside of you I just want to live that love song Play it loud as I press through this throng I’ve heard it all my life all along It lights my way Shows me right and wrong And I see you All of you Inside Waiting to welcome me home Sweet, sweet come home music Makes my soul Feel strong and whole Singing and dancing Long past the woe In this house There is room for one more I love you all
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Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 1:33 AM UTC
Vacancy Part III: A Poetic Narrative (finale)
Breathe In Out Again You’re safe You’re warm You’re home again You’re safe and sound You’re still around Your soul is found Bent low on the ground Your face became shroud But the water Her water His water Their water It loved you It cleaned you It sailed you home The clearest water you’ve ever seen The perfect temperature so keen Your thirst is gone The familiar man in the distance Clad in Red You’ve escaped his vengeance His game is dead Dead by the wondrous sword You stare at him He stares back so glim Then he bows Accepting your win Then he’s gone Gone forever Happy endeavors
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Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 1:35 AM UTC
Death of Red: Vacancy's Final Interlude
I said I’d return Some time ago Anticipating it was true But broken matter surrounded me Now it’s tantalizing heartbreak Followed by whispers in the night It’s like I lied And I stole from you Now I’m lost I’m sorry I’m such a lost cause I’m sorry I made you tremble But the tantalizing heartbreak told me That I forgot you tonight Please stay so near I’m crying and weeping inside Don’t placate my fears Nothing matters Can’t you see I don’t care Tantalizing heartbreak Teaching me whispers and lies I did lie And I stole from you I’m so lost I’m sorry I’m such a lost cause I’m sorry I made you tremble But the tantalizing heartbreak told me I forgot you tonight You’re not safe here You’re crying and weeping inside I placated your fears Everything matters to me Can’t you see I still care The tantalizing heartbreak Lied
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Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC
Tantalizing Heartbreak, a "Vacancy" Interlude
Blank Dark Path Silence Where am I? What is this box? It’s black Black as pitch Yet with a mounting sense of dread I can tell its true color is red Red like Him Help me Somebody help me Please Yesterday you took the morsel not for you Only now do you see your mistake Underneath lies years to recall your fears Blank Dark Path Can I be forgiven? When by sin I am smitten? The Red Man On his Red Throne Laughs and scoffs Taking no pity for me in this box Listen close, my son, and know Indeed there is one true way home Take the sins left in your wake Take the faults you try to forsake Lift them high above your head Enable your soul to no longer be dead Blank Dark What’s that sound? The box is closing in The Red Man’s wicked grin Frightens me to know This box is mine and mine alone Flee this place and never look back Only a deep few have realized their lack On this my voice you’ll be free of this place Learn your lesson or stay in Red Space Blank The Red Man’s vile smile His face inches above mine In this box I can’t move I can’t cry But I do Silence The silence is broken By my woeful wails Forgive me, my family I deserve this Red Jail Path I can see it The path’s been made clear The Red Man has lost I’ve beat him this year Dark The box shines The Red throne turns to glass The darkness is gone The Red Man is last Blank Blank Blink… … I’m free The box is no more The Red Man unseen On this luminous path I travel along There’s room for me now So I travel in song
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Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 9:55 AM UTC
Vacancy Part II: A Poetic Narrative
Blank Dark Path Silence Where am I? What is this box? It’s black Black as pitch Yet with a mounting sense of dread I can tell its true color is red Red like Him Help me Somebody help me Please Yesterday you took the morsel not for you Only now do you see your mistake Underneath lies years to recall your fears Blank Dark Path Can I be forgiven? When by sin I am smitten? The Red Man On his Red Throne Laughs and scoffs Taking no pity for me in this box Listen close, my son, and know Indeed there is one true way home Take the sins left in your wake Take the faults you try to forsake Lift them high above your head Enable your soul to no longer be dead Blank Dark What’s that sound? The box is closing in The Red Man’s wicked grin Frightens me to know This box is mine and mine alone Flee this place and never look back Only a deep few have realized their lack On this my voice you’ll be free of this place Learn your lesson or stay in Red Space Blank The Red Man’s vile smile His face inches above mine In this box I can’t move I can’t cry But I do Silence The silence is broken By my woeful wails Forgive me, my family I deserve this Red Jail Path I can see it The path’s been made clear The Red Man has lost I’ve beat him this year Dark The box shines The Red throne turns to glass The darkness is gone The Red Man is last Blank Blank Blink… … I’m free The box is no more The Red Man unseen On this luminous path I travel along There’s room for me now So I travel in song
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I AM the river that roars And razes lost souls I am hard Cold as arctic ice Yet free running liquid I will teach you To live for yourself is free Others need not impede I AM the sound that rings and screams And sears your ears But your screams are silenced By my vicious jeers I will teach you Live with fruitful abandon Bury those who disgagree I am the darkest most vile maw My breath fresh My teeth unseen I will teach you I will disappoint you And then, I'll smile I know your soul Worst and best I am vengeance Stray, and you're next
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Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 1:55 AM UTC
I Am Vengeance: A "Vacancy" Interlude
Ding **** I’m home! Let me in! Out here, it’s cold as sin. I’ve missed all of you. Hello? I see you... You can’t hide through! Ding **** Ding **** It’s cold out here... Clouds come from my mouth. I’m sorry I’ve been away. I’ve been gone So long... But I’m back now! Ding **** Ding **** Ding **** This isn’t funny anymore! This game has quickly turned to bore! This is my home for goodness sake! I see you all in there! Why can’t you... Can’t you... You can’t. You can’t see me. You can’t hear me. You forgot me. I’ve been gone So long... But I’m back now! I’ll help you remember me! We’ll be reunited family! Ding **** Ding **** Ding **** Ding **** Wait… Oh no… It’s him! He’s found me again! Behind the rock! Behind the tree! The Red Man still follows me! He’s staring at me! You can’t let him take me! I lament for all the wrongs I’ve wrought. I repent for the false treasures I’ve sought. I’ve been gone So long... But I’m back now! Let me in! Save me from HIM! DING **** DING **** DING **** DING **** DING **** This house is so pristine. So perfect clean white. And I the lone smudge as the first Sign of blight. But if you’d open the door... Just open the door. Save me before he comes! I can be clean! I’ve been gone Too long... Oh no he’s coming! And I can’t keep running, Running from red. Don’t leave me to waste. Please open, Make haste! DING **** DING **** DING **** DING **** DING **** DING **** DING – … .. . gone
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 1:57 AM UTC
Vacancy, A Poetic Narrative
Ding **** I’m home! Let me in! Out here, it’s cold as sin. I’ve missed all of you. Hello? I see you... You can’t hide through! Ding **** Ding **** It’s cold out here... Clouds come from my mouth. I’m sorry I’ve been away. I’ve been gone So long... But I’m back now! Ding **** Ding **** Ding **** This isn’t funny anymore! This game has quickly turned to bore! This is my home for goodness sake! I see you all in there! Why can’t you... Can’t you... You can’t. You can’t see me. You can’t hear me. You forgot me. I’ve been gone So long... But I’m back now! I’ll help you remember me! We’ll be reunited family! Ding **** Ding **** Ding **** Ding **** Wait… Oh no… It’s him! He’s found me again! Behind the rock! Behind the tree! The Red Man still follows me! He’s staring at me! You can’t let him take me! I lament for all the wrongs I’ve wrought. I repent for the false treasures I’ve sought. I’ve been gone So long... But I’m back now! Let me in! Save me from HIM! DING **** DING **** DING **** DING **** DING **** This house is so pristine. So perfect clean white. And I the lone smudge as the first Sign of blight. But if you’d open the door... Just open the door. Save me before he comes! I can be clean! I’ve been gone Too long... Oh no he’s coming! And I can’t keep running, Running from red. Don’t leave me to waste. Please open, Make haste! DING **** DING **** DING **** DING **** DING **** DING **** DING – … .. . gone
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I was alone all my life For a brief moment I thought I wasn't... But that disappeared swiftly And hit me harder than anything before... It feels as if my soul is gone I lost it with all my feelings... I need to find it... I'm slowly dying without it But where to look? Under the table? Behind the bed? Maybe I need to go on journey? Travel throughout the world Seek something that cannot be found Do you know how it looks like? How it feels like? Even I don't know how to find myself So how can somebody help? I'm all alone on this quest... Will I find it or will I die trying?
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Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 8:10 AM UTC
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there is flowers all around but no enough water for them to grow there is a sun up high but no enough sky for it to shine and i am dying of thirst and i am needing sunlight but all there is left is a draught and the constant quarrels between the ocean and sand
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Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 6:32 PM UTC
vacancy ;
If there's a human contact or touch That's how it will go... "I am hollow inside I meet you on the network I feed you some lies I force you to swallow I let you know - we're taking it slow & when I get bored - I ask you to go As if nothing happened” Only if you try to see It is as simple as it is You are my temporary distraction You can't fill in the vacancy & your greatest flaw, oh Elliot? It's just that you are beautiful & I don't know - who I am anymore "Everyone is an idiot Everyone is so cool My dear Elliot, what did you do? Don't you see, they're all struggling But they hide it better than you My beautiful Elliot, what did you do?" There are so many people but who wants to talk? When I'm confused I go on long walks to nowhere, I get lost in alleys & when the night wraps it's starry Blanket around me - I cease to feel What is so beautiful that I cannot see As if somebody stole all the stars from my eyes and Replaced them with buttons you & me - I cannot see
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Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 3:07 PM UTC
Idiot
Faces that pass along in the stuffy summer night See right through me Though I fight to be seen, to be noticed Acknowledged as a living breathing entity I walk along, waiting to be picked up for a second Inspected for usefulness And put down again Expiring my helpfulness again and again And then I see the shining ray of glory She steps through the crowd of gray And addresses me by name And I lead her down winding paths of Gold and Silver And she kisses me with her eyes She makes love to me with her words I feel her in every depth within me And then she's gone Leaving a vacancy in my soul.
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Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 9:18 PM UTC
Angel Sighting
There is no vacancy inside of me; That’s the space where my words are born.
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Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 4:41 AM UTC
There is no vacancy...
Oh, **** all this **** getting in the way of our happiness! I just want to drown gloriously in your eyes like I used to. To drink you in and be enveloped by your essence , to breath in the same air and kiss that kiss so openly begging to be tasted! The chasm close enough to rue, too far to jump? the universe conspires against us, **** **** **** Who the hell is in charge of this **** A fraction of a fraction off, in one calibration and love is completely ****** Who writes this stuff? Get a fuckng clue! I want a new case manager, this one is ******
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 11:13 PM UTC
Vacancy - Wanted Guardian Angel (Must have excellent Infinitesimal Calculus abilities).
Vacancies are only temporary Moments of emptiness where bodies rest elsewhere Though they always buzz In neon midnights Next to gutters, alleys and parking lots The distance between us Breaks in my gut
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Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 8:21 PM UTC
Vacancy