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How doth the little chupacabra Improve his lizard scales. Abracadabra and candelabra, He showers when it hails. His favorite thing to do is eat: His favorite food is goat. Salut, salut et bon appètit, His favorite part's the throat. Females, the locus of his focus, Attract him and repel him. Harum scarum and hocus pocus, They scorn him when they smell him.
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Jul 31, 2024
Jul 31, 2024 at 9:49 AM UTC
How Doth the Little Chupacabra
Remember Eternal silence Before the breaking light The trees outside With all their color With all my color Tumbling down Decaying Into black and white A sinking feeling Origin unknown Fleeting dreams (Some mine, some not) Absurdity moves through us Random thoughts collecting In the gutters of my mind Meaningless Noise Concealed within a single teardrop Falling from a roof top The final step The last breath
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Nov 10, 2021
Nov 10, 2021 at 11:18 PM UTC
Eternal Silence
Duality is not reality Illusory fractality All is one in actuality Merely flow, factually We spew distinctions and categories Reinforced with teachings and allegories Form begets function and hides the true junctions Structures simplify our senses so we do not swiftly die To live as one, connected to all Is oddly not compatible with life When peace is necessary for strife The rise just a part of the fall There’s no reason to avoid the knife For survival we must throttle this expanse of information Categorize and segment Love, despise, and fragment Place labels of good and bad To navigate the moral landscape To function as one in the part of the whole But in doing so, we split our soul These labels surely take their toll They hide the unity of you and me Strangle the beauty to simply be They keep us from being free There is no light without dark No flame without spark There is no cold without heat No slow without fleet No better without worse No life without the hearse Death and life two sides of the same coin You and I seem separate but are in fact joined These invisible lines divide and try to hide That we are all beautifully, inevitably, intertwined To see past these illusions We must accept flowing fusions Every cause has an effect We are spiraling specks Coalescing and creating Forming and making Finally breaking The cycle continues Eternally, infernally Or ceaselessly, peacefully For me This connection is a gift A resurrection from the rift The void is void when we don’t avoid it If you are me and I am you There is truly nothing left to do I float and live and love and die I find little interest in finding out why Instead I just seek to live in truth Love Impermanence Equanimity Realizing control takes a toll Surrendering control is the goal We are all just a part of the whole
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Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 7:19 PM UTC
A Part of the Whole
Duality is not reality Illusory fractality All is one in actuality Merely flow, factually We spew distinctions and categories Reinforced with teachings and allegories Form begets function and hides the true junctions Structures simplify our senses so we do not swiftly die To live as one, connected to all Is oddly not compatible with life When peace is necessary for strife The rise just a part of the fall There’s no reason to avoid the knife For survival we must throttle this expanse of information Categorize and segment Love, despise, and fragment Place labels of good and bad To navigate the moral landscape To function as one in the part of the whole But in doing so, we split our soul These labels surely take their toll They hide the unity of you and me Strangle the beauty to simply be They keep us from being free There is no light without dark No flame without spark There is no cold without heat No slow without fleet No better without worse No life without the hearse Death and life two sides of the same coin You and I seem separate but are in fact joined These invisible lines divide and try to hide That we are all beautifully, inevitably, intertwined To see past these illusions We must accept flowing fusions Every cause has an effect We are spiraling specks Coalescing and creating Forming and making Finally breaking The cycle continues Eternally, infernally Or ceaselessly, peacefully For me This connection is a gift A resurrection from the rift The void is void when we don’t avoid it If you are me and I am you There is truly nothing left to do I float and live and love and die I find little interest in finding out why Instead I just seek to live in truth Love Impermanence Equanimity Realizing control takes a toll Surrendering control is the goal We are all just a part of the whole
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do me a favor aight when you go switch off the lights close the door behind you pay attention to the lock it makes a sound pay attention do me this favor you gotta do it cause shadows everywhere voices everywhere enemies everywhere ain't no fun though as gang colors in the nineties tag watts tag berlin tag harlem shadows everywhere voices everywhere enemies everywhere for twentyseven years do me a favor aight? i've been looking for a brother i've  been looking for a mother nobody knows about it they don't know and they don't have to when they interrogate you about last night when they ask tell em: i was asleep at night as civilians do no talk about turf no talk about extortion no talk about capital crimes private matters wat matter is you lock the door baby
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Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 12:01 PM UTC
The Door (To Omar Little)
Cloud and water Is a way of thinking Of presumptive of being Which calms the minds Of those who see shadows In every corner And demons in every shadow alike Cloud and water And perfectly shapen sky
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Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 6:17 PM UTC
It's True Anyway
A dither of doubt Doesn't do justice to this To the self inflicted wound of how Carved out like wood And collapsed like stone The engraving is known And read often aloud To a mind bent on listening To such wavering doubts
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May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 9:01 PM UTC
Dear Alan Watts
So if you really go the whole way and See how you feel about the prospect of vanishing forever If all your efforts and all your achievements and All your attainments, turning into dust Into nothingness.. What is the feeling? What happens to you? It's a curious thing The most real state is the state of nothingness That's what it's all going to come to
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Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 3:33 AM UTC
What is the Feeling?
sliding under sliding under can you feel me here in this landslide my love my love my love can you not feel me here from the other side here i am here i am here i am in this mud slides rocks rocks rocks stone me rolling home what from this giant watching my words light never less than shone light light light screams from darkest flight oh scream scream scream minus me from water less streams flow flow flow teach my love to flow here i am an row row row ima front row seat in an battleship built complete submarines submerged slumbering the urge hiding sliding under ? ... .. .
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Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 7:16 AM UTC
sliding under
There is one big illusion We have a spacious room, where you are living on your own Filled with perception The concept of identity that you know The limited illusion of the self It only creates confusion Because now we’re separated from eachother Though we think it’s not We only have to learn to Let the e-go
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Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 5:26 AM UTC
Illusion
you can feel yourself – not as a stranger in the world, not as something here unprobational, not as something that has arrived here by fluke - but you can begin to feel your own existence as absolutely fundamental.
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Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 7:48 PM UTC
dream of life
The world is a system of interrelated components None of which can survive without each other Just as in the case with bees and flowers They arise mutually Mutual arising Things go together in a connected net The whole conception of nature Is a self regulating mechanism It has a totality It all goes together This totality is the Tao The more you allow things in your surroundings to take place The more order you will have
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Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 2:59 PM UTC
Taoist Way of Karma
I had a dream that there was something inside it felt like a bubble only whole like rock it held me down to earth in a heavy warm way yet I felt light like I could be carried off in the wind at desire, and it gave me fear but I wasn't afraid only curious because it also gave me something I've never felt, it was constant and consistent with what I could only describe as joy, it made me feel lost so I searched everywhere in my dream for the source. At first I thought it was place so I traveled to every place I had ever been then I thought maybe it was face so I welcomed memories of past love and became flooded with several specific scenes like I was in a TV changing channels and several times I thought I had came close, but as the last person faded, darkness surrounded I had awoke, to my surprise I felt as if I was still in my dream. As I lay in the dark and felt it necessary to type this before much like all my dreams they fade into haze, and in this moment I came to an epiphany. It was no place, it was no person; in fact, it was no object in this world. It was us, it was not the things we did, done, or could do. It was us in the simplest light, it was our mind wrapped in body and soul, it was the way we made each other feel in every tiny little moment entwined with it like held hands laced, these tiny moments walked side by side to create this feeling inside. In these words whispered in my thoughts "love is every perfect moment" I lost all fear. True moment isn't something that can ever be taken, only given. I knew that I'd always have this; I knew it was the perfect moment and it was intrinsic.
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Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 5:24 PM UTC
A Dream So Real
I had a dream that there was something inside it felt like a bubble only whole like rock it held me down to earth in a heavy warm way yet I felt light like I could be carried off in the wind at desire, and it gave me fear but I wasn't afraid only curious because it also gave me something I've never felt, it was constant and consistent with what I could only describe as joy, it made me feel lost so I searched everywhere in my dream for the source. At first I thought it was place so I traveled to every place I had ever been then I thought maybe it was face so I welcomed memories of past love and became flooded with several specific scenes like I was in a TV changing channels and several times I thought I had came close, but as the last person faded, darkness surrounded I had awoke, to my surprise I felt as if I was still in my dream. As I lay in the dark and felt it necessary to type this before much like all my dreams they fade into haze, and in this moment I came to an epiphany. It was no place, it was no person; in fact, it was no object in this world. It was us, it was not the things we did, done, or could do. It was us in the simplest light, it was our mind wrapped in body and soul, it was the way we made each other feel in every tiny little moment entwined with it like held hands laced, these tiny moments walked side by side to create this feeling inside. In these words whispered in my thoughts "love is every perfect moment" I lost all fear. True moment isn't something that can ever be taken, only given. I knew that I'd always have this; I knew it was the perfect moment and it was intrinsic.
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I believe we are all innately energy. Energy can never be destroyed, but is subject to constant restructuring it's design while ever leaning towards entropy. How we can inadvertently give a part of ourselves that is then influenced and redesigned even further by the power of someone else's conscious mind, and then eventually spread so far and thin that it's as if we were never there beyond the grave as time passes. Beyond recognition. Take for example the lives we engage ourselves in. Have you ever sat down and said your name, given yourself an assessment of who you are today? Who you feel you are becoming through your actions and desires? Do you remember who you were years ago, or who you thought you might have been but had no possible way of ascertaining? We can't see the future (very far), but our imaginations allow us to dive in to possible futures based on our own self-cognitive intuition, desire, and furthermore by experiences of déjà vu. there are theories suggesting that our minds are so powerful that we send out electromagnetic impulses unconsciously which very well affect the world around us. I've had profound epiphanies like this a few times in my life, and it makes me think about my avoidance to be engaged in the present. And memory is biased towards our desire as well. We can repress our thoughts, blur years of experience, or forget them entirely. With all this said, I would like to end with a George R. R. Martin quote which concludes my belief that we are all inherently and innately forms of all types of energy, because for most, this is true. "Men live their entire lives trapped in an eternal present, between the mists of memory and the sea of shadow that is all we know of the days to come."
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Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC
Re: The Real You
I believe we are all innately energy. Energy can never be destroyed, but is subject to constant restructuring it's design while ever leaning towards entropy. How we can inadvertently give a part of ourselves that is then influenced and redesigned even further by the power of someone else's conscious mind, and then eventually spread so far and thin that it's as if we were never there beyond the grave as time passes. Beyond recognition. Take for example the lives we engage ourselves in. Have you ever sat down and said your name, given yourself an assessment of who you are today? Who you feel you are becoming through your actions and desires? Do you remember who you were years ago, or who you thought you might have been but had no possible way of ascertaining? We can't see the future (very far), but our imaginations allow us to dive in to possible futures based on our own self-cognitive intuition, desire, and furthermore by experiences of déjà vu. there are theories suggesting that our minds are so powerful that we send out electromagnetic impulses unconsciously which very well affect the world around us. I've had profound epiphanies like this a few times in my life, and it makes me think about my avoidance to be engaged in the present. And memory is biased towards our desire as well. We can repress our thoughts, blur years of experience, or forget them entirely. With all this said, I would like to end with a George R. R. Martin quote which concludes my belief that we are all inherently and innately forms of all types of energy, because for most, this is true. "Men live their entire lives trapped in an eternal present, between the mists of memory and the sea of shadow that is all we know of the days to come."
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