#wireless - Hello Poetry

AI, Moon Walk X"lll"X 15=10 and 5 https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL1X51wyhBF7_aJvUdzE0qYPRaJMuBnn0l

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Oct 4, 2015

Oct 4, 2015 at 6:22 AM UTC

ricci-moon-scott-crow-moon

*AI, Moon Walk X"lll"X 15=10 and 5*

AI, Moon Walk X"lll"X 15=10 and 5 https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL1X51wyhBF7_aJvUdzE0qYPRaJMuBnn0l

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Moments notice, temporal sign posts, shifted meanings and twigs of broken memories all standing stark, as white lights of embers glow, slow to realize the masses continue to wonder. Eyes blazing in the giggling realizations uncanny calling out, of the in between, as many of us glean and glimpse. Have you oh wondering soul heard? have you oh simple soul seen? If so what is it you have grasped of this altered edge of oblivion? fair the a well spring of signs to set your heart and mind free? Or only to cast your gullet into eternal slavery, under the cutting reality of a cemented view? Flowing edge of the swells this temporal cascading do cause the light do play in the reflections truth of stability abound in focus and vibratory standards , counted and measured only in the minds eye and the hearts manifestations of excepted adherence to a collective? Or have you , or I , us sad and amazingly fickle souls found the true sound of sound doctrine? One of truth , love and understanding? For seems this dear hearted friend, is far from the end, though not the beginning unless the glimpse of it has been felt and rendered assured in your own heart, least we get ****** again from the very, very distant pasts start. So, it is asked yet again, where do we stand in this torrent and gelatinous time of man? Or shall we start all over again and wonder how tech can strip and manipulate the core and essence of a man and his absolute grasp of what is changeable in our entire past? Or is it merely and simply just that we are all on the very edge of our dreams in this construct of a thing?

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Oct 2, 2015

Oct 2, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC

ricci-moon-scott-crow-moon

Edge

Moments notice, temporal sign posts, shifted meanings and twigs of broken memories all standing stark, as white lights of embers glow, slow to realize the masses continue to wonder. Eyes blazing in the giggling realizations uncanny calling out, of the in between, as many of us glean and glimpse. Have you oh wondering soul heard? have you oh simple soul seen? If so what is it you have grasped of this altered edge of oblivion? fair the a well spring of signs to set your heart and mind free? Or only to cast your gullet into eternal slavery, under the cutting reality of a cemented view? Flowing edge of the swells this temporal cascading do cause the light do play in the reflections truth of stability abound in focus and vibratory standards , counted and measured only in the minds eye and the hearts manifestations of excepted adherence to a collective? Or have you , or I , us sad and amazingly fickle souls found the true sound of sound doctrine? One of truth , love and understanding? For seems this dear hearted friend, is far from the end, though not the beginning unless the glimpse of it has been felt and rendered assured in your own heart, least we get ****** again from the very, very distant pasts start. So, it is asked yet again, where do we stand in this torrent and gelatinous time of man? Or shall we start all over again and wonder how tech can strip and manipulate the core and essence of a man and his absolute grasp of what is changeable in our entire past? Or is it merely and simply just that we are all on the very edge of our dreams in this construct of a thing?

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she was a wireless broadcast that was when i was a receiver now i'm pickin up zilch, she's not a long repeater

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Mar 26, 2021

Mar 26, 2021 at 12:48 PM UTC

manx-kronos-pragna

Drop A Signal

she was a wireless broadcast that was when i was a receiver now i'm pickin up zilch, she's not a long repeater

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We trusted him, that voice on the wireless, cricketer by conviction after all. There were no other views that could compete, but now we've grown more critical or so we claim. And yet we still have affectations, our urban myths, two-faced politics. There's strong pressure to conform with the latest craze wherever born We share the Ooh's and Aah's across the world and must hooray the loudest common cause.

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Aug 1, 2017

Aug 1, 2017 at 1:55 PM UTC

tony-luxton

The Voice of Allistair Cooke

We trusted him, that voice on the wireless, cricketer by conviction after all. There were no other views that could compete, but now we've grown more critical or so we claim. And yet we still have affectations, our urban myths, two-faced politics. There's strong pressure to conform with the latest craze wherever born We share the Ooh's and Aah's across the world and must hooray the loudest common cause.

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