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#weareone
I sat, spliff lit like a tiny sun in my hand, and looked up. To the stars, to the void, to the hush that hums behind silence. And I asked — In all of this, this chaos and order, this pain and pulse… Am I not all that? Wasn’t I born of stars? A flicker from the great ignition, dressed in skin, asking questions fire once whispered to stone? I’m not watching the universe — I’m remembering it. Living it. I am it. And you — you reading this — you are too.
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Jul 3, 2025
Jul 3, 2025 at 8:53 PM UTC
Am I Not All That
I am yellow, I am brown, I am white, I am black Underneath it all, I am just a  beating heart! I wonder what you see when you look at me, Oh just tell me, you are colour blind!
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Mar 16, 2021
Mar 16, 2021 at 6:08 AM UTC
Colour blind
The tadpole begins to frog She surrenders expanding bones "Am I the water Or is it the other way around?" Suddenly ****** into the one with everything "Am I dead Or is it the other way around?" Try to become itself or allow it to be revealed The trees suddenly make sense to her they've been watching her calling her home she longs to be held by them again If only she could reach Hop Hop above the leaves ahhhh at ease The other side of wave while always in the middle of one And. Then. She’s born again.
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Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 6:52 PM UTC
Am I the Water?
Sigils in the sky The wind is my luck My knowledge echoes , amplified As it wears the dusk. The bell chimes with my commands, Alchemy to help humans understand. The hidden truth bleeds in rhymes wearing dusk. Reflecting our paths in one big entangled knot Words Of Harfouchism
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Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 8:27 AM UTC
Wearing Dusk
i can only be as close to you as i am to myself because you are me and i am you you can only be as gentle to me as you are to yourself because i am you and you are me we can only love each other as much as we love ourselves because we are one
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Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 6:40 PM UTC
we are one
I am because you are We're connected to one another There's no me without you and vices versa We should forget about the diversity that split But we should embrace love that unite The black color does not represent evil and the white doesn't mean purity Love is beyond our skin color And it supersedes our beliefs and religion We're from the same source And we are unique in our own ways No one is indispensable and that's why need each other Let's look out for one another
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Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 4:18 AM UTC
I Am Because You Are
It's so easy to put people in boxes; draw lines creating side, there's 'us' and then there's 'them'. Those that they feel comfortable with and those they don't; there are those with many chapters and those that have just started writing their own; those who have the will to do and those who are only doing what they can. Those we share something in common with and those we don't seem to know at all but then somehow in all our boxes there's 'us' those who have tattoos, those who have been bullied, those who have bullies others, those who feel lonely, those who are madly in love,we who have overcome tremendous adversity—the lucky ones whose team may have won the championship this year, we with great self-love and some who have beat cancer and finally there's all of us created with great strength and beauty;together we shall stand—
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Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 7:34 AM UTC
Boxes
It is not a disease, It is a condition of loosing immunity.. And results in many disease. You called it AIDS. And you isolated them. You are the culprit. Accept them and Be with them... They are like one of us...
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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 11:16 AM UTC
Unnoticed
may we meet our hearts desires & make bonds we can’t forget, may we conquer all obstacles, & live a life we won’t regret. may we create a space that’s warm and safe for generations to come. may we stop the madness, dismiss the sadness, may we all just live as one.
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Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 12:41 PM UTC
we are one
You can feel it as i speak By the way i write when you read That it is weird to be in your shoes To infiltrate your mind, to see the truth To experience the unique existence of being you. But it is sort of sad That with each visit i get mad And repulsed By the lack of trust And the hate we take to tolerate love. And we love ,but not ourselves And we explore the void in search for help. But i say Empathy is a lie We must depend on each other For the future to be bright Fellowship won't be experienced untill you unite with the other. Words Of Harfouchism.
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Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 11:38 AM UTC
Empathy is a lie
I too , just like you ,wait for what inspires me. For if i write , i am consciously taking the responsibility, To offer leisure activity , and a lesson. Adaptable to every person , who has a burden , Or not Doesn't matter , because i hit the right spot. It is a self healing method i earned, Long ago , i learned not to be concerned Because, Energy can neither be created nor destroyed , only transformed. We are patterned. Shift your fixation. Love is attitude and behavior. You don't need a savior. Words Of Harfouchism
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Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 7:31 AM UTC
Sentience
They say Africa is a dark dark continent It’s true We produce one of the darkest crisp coffee They say we live in the bush It’s true We love the rose bush They say Africa is just one country That’s right The unity makes us one They say we love violence Absolutely We just can’t wait for the violins to lead the violent thumbing of the African drums They say Africa is an uncivilized continent That’s right Our civilization is above western imagination’s classification They say Africans live with monkeys That’s right We’re lovable by nature They say Africa is a filthy continent That’s right Thy continent is filled with the different races of all the world They say we were slaves That’s right We overcame slavery But they are still enslaved by their brains They say Africa is worthless Well it’s because they are milking our minerals So it’s true They say these and that We say we are who we are We are the Africa that some of the Europeans run to in order to escape their unjust countries We are the Africa that developed all the countries in the world We are the Africa that holds the highest wealth underground We are the Africa that every European country wants to get for themselves We are the Africa that gave birth to all the different continents We are who we are We love who we are
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Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 6:27 PM UTC
We Are Africa
You. You beautiful pearl of light You, who makes the world so bright You are always in our sight We are your army when you fight We are there when you might feel all alone You beautiful pearl of light We will always hold you tight We are one. You.
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Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 2:03 PM UTC
You.
My teeth sinking into his chest creates earthquakes, kills worlds of microbes, shifts tectonic plates and brings him rising to meet me. When I lick his skin, a thousand oceans are born, and then die. My fingertip dancing across his skin blooms a forest where it lands, which wastes away to desert as soon as I have left him. We are universes colliding, my love. Let's see how big of a bang we can make. Let's fling our stardust out into a whole other creation.
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Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 9:17 PM UTC
Big Bang Me
Fend off our victimisation Our celestial visualisation Help to keep the harmful at bay Tell us how love will find a way In times of ruinous meandering When our cognitive strengths are weak As baneful people take to slandering I will be there just seek I'm where you alone will find me When my troubled times will grind me I will seek my comfort in you There is nothing we cannot do The jealous, vicious, ugly hate That others land at our door The pain in their lives must be great To think they can destroy our core Life takes over it beats you down But your accomplishments renown The person you are in my eyes As through the ashes you will rise We stand, as always, together As one potent heart forever
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Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 7:04 AM UTC
I Won't Give Up On You
When I am gone One will take my place If I am lucky With my silent liaison Between source of all things Two will This is my hope Fickle dopamine drizzle Upon mon dreary friend I will squirt that stuff everywhere Then hope some more That a mess it wont make Lest a smile you doth crack In all of your seriousness Then my mission To raise consciousness Will be complete
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Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 12:26 PM UTC
When I Am Gone
My wall was not always stained red; the map that hangs upon it has bled from state and country and continent, the scarlet of a million lives seeped through porous paper skin, akin to the breached security of violated hearts, severed arteries never to be rejuvenated with the livelihood of broken nations - left to weep, wounds unhealable in the pained whirlpool of terror and tragedy.
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Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 10:40 PM UTC
When the Map Cried
Silence Timeless waiting Rushing water Suspended in ether The calling of angels The cradle of God Outgrown The lesser God The mother's milk Suspended in flesh Melodious voices Replacing the song Of angels and ether And objective love The false God The wanting The trying The failing The short Temper Of reality Calling to the cradle Savoring the waning time Searching for lost angels Forgetting their faces Forgetting their names Waiting for their voices Calling back home Outgrown The rushing time The calling of temptation The timeless waiting The hold of flesh To the silence and The cradle of God
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Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 3:54 PM UTC
Chrysalis
The Moon and the Stars It all started one night under the stars. Lying in the field on the clearest yet brisk last nights of summer's warm-held grasp. Telescope, blankets, friends and stars. We watched and waited as satellites and planes flew overhead; deciphering shooting star from orbital waste, relearning and recalling constellations recognized throughout man's lifelong past. Gazing into the wide open of the unknown with thoughts of extra-terrestrial, black holes, and the possibility of life after death. The darker the night the more magic seemed to exist. After wrapping up our outdoor viewing of the universe, we headed indoors for peaceful sessions of passing the pipe while listening to shamanic throat singing and overtones, as our friends sat gravely entranced, zoning out to the wonders of the world covered by media through National Geographic and the world-wide-web. It was somewhere a midst all this where I find myself; body calm and mind relaxed, propped up on the couch pondering the innermost immortal thoughts of the interconnectedness of life and death and sound and energy, spirit and soul as visions of spirals infinitely intertwining as one appear before my eyes. The sensations of what I imagine the reference of “getting the gears rolling” in the center of my brain as my pineal gland begins its first steps of decalcification brought about by the intentions of man. Up until this point my life was on a one track path. A steady straight line towards the unknown, unawakened, and ignorantly naive, believing everything I had been taught up until that moment was a true solid fact. With this new sensation of the potential for higher vibrations within my own soul, my heart began to rapidly race but without pain and suffering, rather with the excitement of this new realized grace. Awakening to this new idea, to this new age, to this new way of life.
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Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 11:06 AM UTC
The Moon and the Stars
The Moon and the Stars It all started one night under the stars. Lying in the field on the clearest yet brisk last nights of summer's warm-held grasp. Telescope, blankets, friends and stars. We watched and waited as satellites and planes flew overhead; deciphering shooting star from orbital waste, relearning and recalling constellations recognized throughout man's lifelong past. Gazing into the wide open of the unknown with thoughts of extra-terrestrial, black holes, and the possibility of life after death. The darker the night the more magic seemed to exist. After wrapping up our outdoor viewing of the universe, we headed indoors for peaceful sessions of passing the pipe while listening to shamanic throat singing and overtones, as our friends sat gravely entranced, zoning out to the wonders of the world covered by media through National Geographic and the world-wide-web. It was somewhere a midst all this where I find myself; body calm and mind relaxed, propped up on the couch pondering the innermost immortal thoughts of the interconnectedness of life and death and sound and energy, spirit and soul as visions of spirals infinitely intertwining as one appear before my eyes. The sensations of what I imagine the reference of “getting the gears rolling” in the center of my brain as my pineal gland begins its first steps of decalcification brought about by the intentions of man. Up until this point my life was on a one track path. A steady straight line towards the unknown, unawakened, and ignorantly naive, believing everything I had been taught up until that moment was a true solid fact. With this new sensation of the potential for higher vibrations within my own soul, my heart began to rapidly race but without pain and suffering, rather with the excitement of this new realized grace. Awakening to this new idea, to this new age, to this new way of life.
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I can’t see you as a friend. Just can’t say that you were one. I can’t stop searching for someone to love. Just can’t say that we are done.
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Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 2:25 AM UTC
More than a friend
"Black Man Murders White Cop!" "White Man Shoots Up Black Church!" "School Shooter Targets Christians!" Media paints the canvas of The world in black and white. The canvas is torn and taped Back together; the cracks filled In and covered up, like they were Never there. Ignorance is bliss, and What isn't seen isn't there, right? Unfortunately, the thirst for Hatred erased all of the Colors of the rainbow, and Pitted the remaining, black and White, against each other. It's impossible to paint the entire World in one color and expect It to be beautiful, unique, diverse. One cannot just take away the colors That are vital to such a masterpiece.
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Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 6:33 PM UTC
America's Thirst
Now, let us drink Let us drink Drink to the human race In every age, there will be good humans and bad humans. Human life is too long to devote to reproduction, Yet too short to devote to learning, In the helix of time. Perhaps that is why humans succumb to desire and seek release. Despite the fact that life is complete with The sun, The land, And poetry.
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Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 2:18 AM UTC
Supreme Leader Diego
Stars fall from the sky Like tears from the Angels Who weep in the Heavens And pray Love will save us. Electric thought light, Etheric vapors inflame us; Casting truth on our minds To reveal what enslaves us. Holdfast through the night, Our humility tames us.
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Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 4:13 PM UTC
Angel Minds
Lost in my imagination I can visualize the vibrations resonating from my core. Why have I fought this for so long? Sending me signs hidden in songs, every line, lyric, and rhyme. I remember almost feeling this way, once when I was misinformed. I don't want to go another step without you. The loose, ecstatic energy, manifesting, lingering, becoming one. It feels like the weight of the world has descended into two atmospheres -- Earth; holds everyone's seasons, sing me a reason in my next life, why I wouldn't glide through the forest like deer.
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Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
This Is What It Feels Like