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"abolishing" poems
A ball player and a thief Will likely be pregnant by age 16. Lives in the ghetto and is poor, Often identified as a ***** Runs fast and does drugs, Hangs around with gangsters and thugs. Has a gun or a friend with one. Speaks in slang, must be part of a gang. Mess with her, she'll pull a Sharkeisha on you. If you were to picture a person of any race, That fits the description that just took place. A baller and **** hmm... what race matches that? Yeah you're right, that person is probably black. Is fast, does drugs, and speaks with slang? Lemme guess, is he also in a gang? A young mother who is also poor? Bet she doesn't know who the dad is, what a ***** All these negative stereotypes associated with being black. Its disheartening, sicking and its really sad. And whats sadder is that if you are the opposite of all of that, You are often told that you're not really black. Does your skin colour change for going to Harvard? Will it change for speaking like an English scholar? Because I play hockey and not ball, does that make me white? So what if I'm the type of person to run away from a fight? You don't have to be irresponsible and rude to be considered black. It's your ethnic background that determines that. And to some people, all we are is the complexion of our face. Light, dark, somewhere in the middle, to some, the bad of a few defines our whole race. Does running away from a cop, and being black give someone grounds to shoot? Why is it that my skin color is what is most important to you? Is asking a question when getting arrested for no visible reason really resisting arrest? Does struggling to break free from restraints to catch my breath, give someone a reason to grab on tighter to strangle me to death? The actions of a few don't define the actions of a whole group. And this assumption that all black are thugs, thieves and liars has done clear damage to, Michael Brown, Eric Garner, Trayvon Martin and so many more. They didn't know it, but just by being black, they put their lives at risk when they stepped out their door. Don't you think it's gotten too far when we have to prove Black Lives Matter, or when we the saying of a movement is Hands Up, Don't Shoot. Should people have to be reminded that blacks are real people and that our lives matter  too? We are athletes and musicians. Lawyers and physicians. The leader of a nation. An anchorman of a news station. We don't all fit into that mold that is preset for us. You can and should expect great things of us. Because we don't have to be a **** or a baller to be considered black. We define what type of black person we are, we determine that.
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Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 2:04 PM UTC
Abolishing Stereotypes
A ball player and a thief Will likely be pregnant by age 16. Lives in the ghetto and is poor, Often identified as a ***** Runs fast and does drugs, Hangs around with gangsters and thugs. Has a gun or a friend with one. Speaks in slang, must be part of a gang. Mess with her, she'll pull a Sharkeisha on you. If you were to picture a person of any race, That fits the description that just took place. A baller and **** hmm... what race matches that? Yeah you're right, that person is probably black. Is fast, does drugs, and speaks with slang? Lemme guess, is he also in a gang? A young mother who is also poor? Bet she doesn't know who the dad is, what a ***** All these negative stereotypes associated with being black. Its disheartening, sicking and its really sad. And whats sadder is that if you are the opposite of all of that, You are often told that you're not really black. Does your skin colour change for going to Harvard? Will it change for speaking like an English scholar? Because I play hockey and not ball, does that make me white? So what if I'm the type of person to run away from a fight? You don't have to be irresponsible and rude to be considered black. It's your ethnic background that determines that. And to some people, all we are is the complexion of our face. Light, dark, somewhere in the middle, to some, the bad of a few defines our whole race. Does running away from a cop, and being black give someone grounds to shoot? Why is it that my skin color is what is most important to you? Is asking a question when getting arrested for no visible reason really resisting arrest? Does struggling to break free from restraints to catch my breath, give someone a reason to grab on tighter to strangle me to death? The actions of a few don't define the actions of a whole group. And this assumption that all black are thugs, thieves and liars has done clear damage to, Michael Brown, Eric Garner, Trayvon Martin and so many more. They didn't know it, but just by being black, they put their lives at risk when they stepped out their door. Don't you think it's gotten too far when we have to prove Black Lives Matter, or when we the saying of a movement is Hands Up, Don't Shoot. Should people have to be reminded that blacks are real people and that our lives matter  too? We are athletes and musicians. Lawyers and physicians. The leader of a nation. An anchorman of a news station. We don't all fit into that mold that is preset for us. You can and should expect great things of us. Because we don't have to be a **** or a baller to be considered black. We define what type of black person we are, we determine that.
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I am the wind when the tide is high And the clouds hang like broken picture frames in the sky, Holding on for a moment of glory While the poet’s haunting words write me life’s little story. I am the sun when the world has no shine, A gleam lost within the precious folds of time. My manner of pride surpassing What so long ago became everlasting, For the days have become nothing more than an actor’s last scene. I am thunder rippling in the dark As the raindrops wound the already fragile hearts. Sorrow falling upon the world like a blanket, Wondering how much longer our broken souls can take it. I am lost when the storm shatters the world, Breaking the glass as the space between the lines unfurl. And wandering like no man wanders before, Hanging from the busted seam brought by greed, hunger, and war, Never allowing their dreams to wash upon a dusty shore. I am lightning, vibrant and ready to be a guide in the night, Ready to end the darkness with a future promising and bright. I am lightning, leading them through the storm And abolishing the suffering that our hearts and our souls transformed. I am lightning amongst thunder, ironically quiet and frightened, Yet, they forget that their darkness too deserves to be lightened.
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Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 2:30 PM UTC
I Am Lightning
Animals abolishing apples and apricots, angry astronauts abandon Abraham's automobile, algae acting after ant at Ally alligator's aunt's apartment Aching antsy alpha aardvarks arranging afternoon arguments After Amanda ate anchors, Anna attacked Alabama at Abbey Road Alice anounced an aristocrat arriving. An acceptable antonym!
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Apr 16, 2010
Apr 16, 2010 at 3:32 PM UTC
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I waited too long to mow my lawn biopsy my lung yet lived long enough, anon, however long is long. Whatever. It's not wrong to count along while busy living. Sing and stay strong absorb the sun's photons and store them in your bones. Those bones outlast slights and spurns are white as lightning and strong as sticks and stones. Inside is one's spirit, soul, the nameless one the one that's never known. It has no cell phone can't communicate or even moan. Therefore. Why complain? Have some fun. Soon I'll be undone subterranean my garden burned down. So what. John Donne died and so did Milton. Emerson too, and Whitman. Get over it. Vote. Love. When the train comes in the station whistle with it, wish on stars with passion or careful hesitation. Anything's fine, within reason. Season by season things get done. Algebra and calculus, Malcolm X, George Washington. No taxation without representation. A gun in every den. People will be governed one way or another, by a sovereign or trusted friend. Corporation. Men are more disposed to suffer, while Evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the Evils to which they are               resigned. I'm too young to die! I cry. My generation cannot outrun the sun but I want to see what happens next, a tsunami or tornado, rain and wind beyond our comprehension hit in the head by speeding debris, irony of ironies! plastic contraptions, rotting computers and yogurt cups, pain in the baby! Moment's notice. None, I notice, live long enough to see the end. Amen. A million years hence human sense has so modified and mutated among other moons we share one mind and everything's remembered by everyone. Look it up. There is no death, just perfect rest. A perfect tan is possible, and work is fun. I'm going there when I pass on because souls will travel at warp speeds, using nuclear fission. About suffering, religion was right (and wrong) all along.
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Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 9:18 AM UTC
On Suffering
I waited too long to mow my lawn biopsy my lung yet lived long enough, anon, however long is long. Whatever. It's not wrong to count along while busy living. Sing and stay strong absorb the sun's photons and store them in your bones. Those bones outlast slights and spurns are white as lightning and strong as sticks and stones. Inside is one's spirit, soul, the nameless one the one that's never known. It has no cell phone can't communicate or even moan. Therefore. Why complain? Have some fun. Soon I'll be undone subterranean my garden burned down. So what. John Donne died and so did Milton. Emerson too, and Whitman. Get over it. Vote. Love. When the train comes in the station whistle with it, wish on stars with passion or careful hesitation. Anything's fine, within reason. Season by season things get done. Algebra and calculus, Malcolm X, George Washington. No taxation without representation. A gun in every den. People will be governed one way or another, by a sovereign or trusted friend. Corporation. Men are more disposed to suffer, while Evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the Evils to which they are               resigned. I'm too young to die! I cry. My generation cannot outrun the sun but I want to see what happens next, a tsunami or tornado, rain and wind beyond our comprehension hit in the head by speeding debris, irony of ironies! plastic contraptions, rotting computers and yogurt cups, pain in the baby! Moment's notice. None, I notice, live long enough to see the end. Amen. A million years hence human sense has so modified and mutated among other moons we share one mind and everything's remembered by everyone. Look it up. There is no death, just perfect rest. A perfect tan is possible, and work is fun. I'm going there when I pass on because souls will travel at warp speeds, using nuclear fission. About suffering, religion was right (and wrong) all along.
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between the umbilicus of limbo, and the theater of cruelty the rational world remains a derelict void welcome are hallucinations abolishing reason that give meaning to blood shot gazing walls beyond  the limits of sanity where madness can not be opposed in a world of tug a war aberrations a lyric breathed voice shoots through nerve membranes while marching an infantry of squat shadows and false memories    that move like flames  in a vacant lot of burning violets she goes hungry a snake head eats its tail in graves scattered voice and speechless tongues arteries pulse vermillion naked and wanton waiting to be pierced for schitzo's release in a lyric of dreads desire a tidal force lifts a dirigible of hell in a fountain of blood while Jesus has a cheeseburger moonstruck in torn ******* a spreading bride dissolves hoop-armed around a formless shadow hallucinating her beloved killer foot stones kiss …. https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=carl+jung&&view=detail&mid=19CC0D7663DBC03C91B219CC0D7663DBC03C91B2&&FORM=VDRVRV
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Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 7:56 AM UTC
*Ritual of Endings
Today was a good day, Not a single tear was shed. Today was a good day, That's why I'm wishing I were dead. The desolate sea beckoning me, Depression, a mere inevitability. Dare not lie to me, My death will be chosen, setting me free. I rue the day I attempted while crying. Is it not superior to leave the world smiling? Today was a good day, I best get to flying away- Before my monsters return, abolishing yet another day... Death being an opportunity, Again poached away.
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May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
Today Was a Good Day
Oh, but the pain we suffer Alone in the dark, at night Ruminating lifes agonizing flaws Piles of letters on the floor Apologies and final farewells Meaningless attempts to explain A hammer pressed tightly Placing an end in its sight Groping the thighs of death Fingers typing ferociously Attempting to explain the pain To those that deserve it not Scattering pointless words For the world to see and mock Tear filled heart dumps the final breath An ocean away, and a draped face Covered by the endless miles Stretches out her love Tonight a friend has added the minutes Abolishing the hooded beast Saturatiing the darkness with hope Hugging away the darkness Oh the light that the precious soul Touching the darkest corners Emitted light with radiance The sparkle in the heart Ignites a glorious fire Burning bright for all to see Oh but only if The arms could Stretch a few more miles Thank you my friend For saving me from the end It is my love I send
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Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 5:13 AM UTC
A friend
Sky has fallen on your head, Earth erupting has upended you into two, is it time for change yet? Everyone knows the extinction's coming, racing towards US from our future, Seen on the horizon, still, no talk of evolution, adapting to reality, Not the worldly world of criminal insanity?  Non-republican caucasian Newborns to men who are heterosexual are still neutered as newborns, Mutilated as toddlers, kids, mass-raped, and every crime done against them As kids and teens, yet the Roman Catholic Empire doesn't even acknowledge Their inquisition against them, let alone slow it down, stop it.  How is It that Pope Benedict (Arnold, the Rat...), the last inquisitor, hasn't Been prosecuted in the ICC?  Just so you know, if "...we(e),..." don't Uninstall RumputiN/vlad-the-impaler from the Blackhouse by 1-21-21, the United **** of assassins is the new notsee Germany and since it's citizens Haven't stopped it's Gov't, it must be destroyed at all costs, for life, Humanity, the Earth, to even exist.  Is impeachment peachy keen now? Do you feel like keeping it in the ground, abolishing fossil fuel use yet?
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May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 10:31 PM UTC
Sky has fallen on your head, Earth erupting has upended you into two, is it time for change yet?
Sometimes a poet has to ponder upon: substitutes suspense building breaking glueing grooving gazzillion broken pieces put back together Love Heart Rhythm pace of words Rhythm ! Shall words be beautiful ? Or aggressive ? For some opponent heavy readers Lovely words just don't suffice! ***Love words, cheesy romanticism and odes to beauty turn out to be:*** too easy too light not a delight a psyche's cry is heard: "Where is some drama!? For God's sake!!!" We hear annoyed reader's comments... **"Brother, this cheesy woobadaloo, smoochy kind of poetry ain't nothing but pure **** An effort compared to one, two three, slight steps in muddy warm water nothing much to do, a lurking pudding, fibble will... oh, my my oooooohh" no harm done but boring but! - there's always a - but! some badass poetic freak with it's head in the clouds tell me about Love dear! till the day's tiles are done. ***"Where's some culmination!!?!! Crime, anger, passion!!!?!!! Terriffic twists of turmoil, sweat, deceit... !??! At least a bit of dark matter puked on a silver platter!! Where is this abruptly amazing, abolishing lust for hedonism!!!?"*** fortune torture pain lust give me some more! blood, thorns screams, tears sweet ****   Does beauty suffice!?! Without duality?! Is there a Real Poetry without Suffering ? Tell me poets!! Is there a Poetry- Divine without ugliness ?!? of words, energy, meanings without a constant fight!? inner dialogue characters opposition HAIKU!?!
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Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC
TELL ME POETS!
Get rid of them all, We do not need these vermin with their rituals and ceremonies, Pish posh their just a waste of money, We spend our dollars to "conserve" culture, Why, When we have pride in our own, Throw the beasts out, Let us alone rot in our culture, While the world prospers and grows relations, We promote our culture with pride, Ensuring we establish our culture in the minds of all, Abolishing the infection that reeks the minds of all who are not U.S.
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Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 12:51 AM UTC
Cultures
Staring out that great big window- with a slight sight of my boring reflection, staring up into the giant grey clouds engulfing my sunshine-my rays of life, Darkness creeps over the land, submerges everything that you know The building's turn gloomy, the power shuts off In the shadows i sit-the darkness is kind of familiar now. There wasn't even a suspicion of light. The murkiness of this ill light room was often friendly to me, it shared secrets of other peoples night life, and how they spent it- peeking in through the closet, he tells me- describing all of my unfortunate neighbors I'm lucky i befriended the darkness instead of abolishing it with- left on bathroom lights, and those jack-o-lantern night brights Each night he comes back with more smudged and smeared information- that he shares with me and only me. When i sleep he watches over me like a guardian demon- i wake i find no trace of him except under the bed and in that dark closet So i decided to board-up all the windows to never see the light of day again, in this dark temple i shall stay, to never speak of light or even think it In three weeks time The darkness overwhelms me, i can hardly see the light So i sit in my dark room and conjure up every terrible creature i can think of- hoping they come to life, and destroy this dark room The darkness feeling more and more like an addiction everyday- Two months now- all traces of life in me, in this house are forgotten The only memory i have is that of light peering in the darkness through the cracks in the boards-glowing, begging to come in and fill me with brilliance, but the darkness radiates through me- fending off the insight and intellect.
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Apr 2, 2010
Apr 2, 2010 at 9:24 AM UTC
darkness- consumes
Staring out that great big window- with a slight sight of my boring reflection, staring up into the giant grey clouds engulfing my sunshine-my rays of life, Darkness creeps over the land, submerges everything that you know The building's turn gloomy, the power shuts off In the shadows i sit-the darkness is kind of familiar now. There wasn't even a suspicion of light. The murkiness of this ill light room was often friendly to me, it shared secrets of other peoples night life, and how they spent it- peeking in through the closet, he tells me- describing all of my unfortunate neighbors I'm lucky i befriended the darkness instead of abolishing it with- left on bathroom lights, and those jack-o-lantern night brights Each night he comes back with more smudged and smeared information- that he shares with me and only me. When i sleep he watches over me like a guardian demon- i wake i find no trace of him except under the bed and in that dark closet So i decided to board-up all the windows to never see the light of day again, in this dark temple i shall stay, to never speak of light or even think it In three weeks time The darkness overwhelms me, i can hardly see the light So i sit in my dark room and conjure up every terrible creature i can think of- hoping they come to life, and destroy this dark room The darkness feeling more and more like an addiction everyday- Two months now- all traces of life in me, in this house are forgotten The only memory i have is that of light peering in the darkness through the cracks in the boards-glowing, begging to come in and fill me with brilliance, but the darkness radiates through me- fending off the insight and intellect.
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I shuffle my way into the kitchen, suicidal thoughts running through my head "you're worthless" "you're stupid" "you're ugly" Thats the only thing I hear. I grab the sharpest blade from the drawer slit  slit  slit It hurts but at the same time it feels amazing. I need to stop but I can't. drip  drip  drip My blood splatters onto the floor, with every cut more and more blood trickles down. This is so relieving. The knife is cutting out every insult, abolishing all of my glitches. all of my failures are replaced with integrity. I feel as if I were new. With this knife, I'm going to carve a better me.
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May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
Carving a better me
Hatred caused the darkness That radiated the land Perspiring a toxic fume Pollution covering the dawn of freedom Causing a grey sky The flowers die The soil rich with poison Beauty abandoned the colors Abolishing the glow in deep eyes Acid rain inside a dry mind Love lost interest of its golden shrine For gold has rotten teeth And love yearned for peace Violence could not find a home Love had to leave its throne And find a reason to dream a sickly smile Yet choose to stay awhile But where In the dark a rose bloomed Dawn did not know how to accept How sunshine would glow after the sun would set But we looked And finally dreamed Of many things The why's The where's The how's Our questions could not be answered Nor denied by prophecy Only examined by the mystery Elders only asked While the rain turned to ash Would you trust it?
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 7:14 PM UTC
Would you trust it?
A dawn begins―a New era erupted inside An unsalvageable territory That once stood towering And proud. They were Americans, Mocking the face of Danger, Not creating it. They were Americans, Powerful and free, But who are now Prisoners to                                                                                         Temptation and greed. What shall become of Them? Shall their souls Be sold to The devil, Masquerading as promise? Fools they all are― Cowering behind their Flag and their Anthem, Using them as a Definition of a True American. They were victorious,   Glorified in the Eyes of war and Violence―battled Between peace And harmony. The freedom fell In bereft Ruins, Abolishing the pride And glory of a Once great nation. They were Americans, Humble and kind.                                                                                        Now they’re waiting For the sun to rise And rid the country Of immorality. They were Americans And now they’re Just empty shells Living in the shadows Of a once great Nation. You see, they were Americans.
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Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 3:54 PM UTC
They Were Americans
And rather die as a mayfly, in one day, on their feet, Than live as long as an eagle flies, on their knees. "...It's funny how one insect can damage so much grain...", One instant can damage so much Grace,   Yet, abominable that only 400 years of supposed science has almost Destroyed what it took The Evolution 15 billion years to create, the Earth's life! Extinction is forever and no one will wear it well, the corporate structure's Convolution need not con anyone, we let them steer our perceptions and ships. Walking in nature's balance, giving back to her abundance, "...we(e)...", Illimitable in potential, and indivisible as life, evince to be! "...They don't stand a chance against our ...(heart), No, they don't stand a chance against our love..." If you're lifelong students, self-actuating and evolving, leaving no footprints That followed none, they will echo forever on, in all ways, always, Only if humanity gains the sanity to abolish the 'use' of fossil fuels, Thereby abolishing global defacto-slavery, as well.  Be well. "...There's a beacon in the sky meant to catch your eye...", Words weren't meant for cowards, be brave...". The Cosmos can't stop us from basing global society on scarcity, instead of nature's abundance. Tragically, our delusions won't be dispelled until that premeditated extermination of 7 billion.
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Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 2:11 AM UTC
Earth Day, Sinewed Snowflakes, Fly
Already have victims other words TROLLERS that i will slaughter soon::::::::::(((((((((IIIIII will get YOU Soon Be               REALLY READY TROLLS TO BE Abolished
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Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC
Abolishing trolls for good
from ash to soul and soul to ash, a continuation of life ever-last; dancing with hexahedron hierarchy -- eating off epidemic oligarchy -- we've crowned a fool, with saviours in town; our eyes in wool, 'til we turn around, with eyes of indigo, soaring free, an extra sight within the trees... soon each shape moulds together as one, like scattered stars at midnight come, an image emerges from the light, which unveils such a splendid sight: the fall of kings, the rise of queens and all the other fragile things; love and beauty on the tongue, swivelled down into the lungs, knowing not what to become, the cringe of fear resides in some; hide inside a box with *** until the waking morning comes... it's time to rise: wake up! wake up! leave your box, dispose of cups; out of the office, into vast love of a day which is anew, because -- the dark is done if you wish to banish; revolution is not so outlandish, when fish merely roam in schools of thought, with nothing ever truly taught, until one day, the shark will come, and cause you to despise your *** your weak hand, and your menace, for all is well when there is penance, "for they know not what they do...", leader to people, as lion to shrew; abolishing all antiquity in order to reach sublimity.
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
The Beginning of The End
Love is the death of honour pain the demise of grace voices whisper and taunt these thoughts plaguing my waking hours, infecting my dreams i stand before, then toward i crawl yet another cross-roads, another choice run, tempts the voice in vicious spite run and not return, someone else again, reinvent that your worthlessness may not be found the true face to stay hidden behind façade flee, pretend you can be free seductively the voices cajole without cease to walk away from those i owe leaving honour in the dust of broken promises for the pain they bring is to great to bear here people that love me in hope and grace you are not worthy, voices sibilant, bring only pain and i know it is all i am, consumed by hurt a heart beating on for no purpose, absent of reason love immolates me in corrupted, desired, fiery agony destroying strength, abolishing honour here grace has nothing to do but fall, fall fall all,the while voices giggle in mocking murmur.
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Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC
Run
I loved someone, once, They brushed their teeth with wishes of hope, Just so i could wake up to them spouting lies of heavenly grounds, But still i stayed, They said to walk one step at a time, But that was hard when my own shoelaces were out to get me, And yet I slept, They spread a religion of love, Knowing the bible was AI generated, And yet I believed them, They would force the words into my throat, Suffocating me with their false fist, And yet i loved them, The city was so busy yet no one saw the tears on my cheeks But i painted them red to show my devotion Abolishing my temperament, My truth was blended with busy traffic, And yet… I stayed.
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Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 8:17 AM UTC
Truthful Lies
Loudly, mercisly, the storm cloud Stalks overhead in his dark temper. This way, and that, he terrorizes; he reigns Over concrete cities and somber souls. Blowing and abolishing vibrant dreams Of the sun into a neutral nothingness.
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May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 1:07 PM UTC
Seattle, WA
Our ancient lineage contains folds encapsulating hidden wisdom unfurling at the weathered edges.   Curling inwards in attempt to direct us to the origin.   Source.   Deposits of insight lie within our bloodline, spiraling beside genetic codes we have carried through lifetimes.   The quickening has arrived, through comprehension acceleration and universal language of Love translations.   Verdant roots nourishing, allowing spiritual nutrients to enhance our brilliance.   We are Telluric creatures:Natural teachers essential to the transfusion of energy between the moon and the sun We are the ones, responsible for our is-ness magnification outgrow foundations we have constructed to keep ourselves from seeing past this self inflicted ceiling.   It has withheld us from feeling anything beyond this consumeristic dogma implanted in our society, force feeding us its enigmatic conditioning.   Detach pre-determined thinking to allow this ever-flowing journey of contemplating mysteries, abolishing worries of fear in the becoming.   It takes courage to assert ones self beyond what we have been taught,   to unlearn ready made thought and rewrite our own scriptures. Our ligaments are sacred scrolls awaiting our blessing, allowing them to unfold   leaving lacuna spaces for existence to experience traces of our essence.   Children of mother earth in collaboration with father time, the genesis of this breath has appointed us as divine, intertwined into a perfected geometric composition, we are creation curators of this generation woven into synthesis, mastered with our gift of presence, god-head recollection.
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Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 10:09 PM UTC
Infinite Growth Spurt
Our ancient lineage contains folds encapsulating hidden wisdom unfurling at the weathered edges.   Curling inwards in attempt to direct us to the origin.   Source.   Deposits of insight lie within our bloodline, spiraling beside genetic codes we have carried through lifetimes.   The quickening has arrived, through comprehension acceleration and universal language of Love translations.   Verdant roots nourishing, allowing spiritual nutrients to enhance our brilliance.   We are Telluric creatures:Natural teachers essential to the transfusion of energy between the moon and the sun We are the ones, responsible for our is-ness magnification outgrow foundations we have constructed to keep ourselves from seeing past this self inflicted ceiling.   It has withheld us from feeling anything beyond this consumeristic dogma implanted in our society, force feeding us its enigmatic conditioning.   Detach pre-determined thinking to allow this ever-flowing journey of contemplating mysteries, abolishing worries of fear in the becoming.   It takes courage to assert ones self beyond what we have been taught,   to unlearn ready made thought and rewrite our own scriptures. Our ligaments are sacred scrolls awaiting our blessing, allowing them to unfold   leaving lacuna spaces for existence to experience traces of our essence.   Children of mother earth in collaboration with father time, the genesis of this breath has appointed us as divine, intertwined into a perfected geometric composition, we are creation curators of this generation woven into synthesis, mastered with our gift of presence, god-head recollection.
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When in the Course of events, it becomes necessary for a   people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's Powers entitle them;                       [a decent respect to the opinions of mankind                       requires that they should declare the causes                       which impel them to the separation, _or not_]: We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all animals are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness; That to secure these rights,    Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their      just powers from the consent of the governed; _That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it and to institute a new Government_,  laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form as to them shall   seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn,   that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed.    But when a long train of abuses and usurpations pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute              Despotism, _it is their right, it is their duty,              to throw off such Government_,                  and to provide new Guards                  for their future security. Such has been the patient sufferance                     of the American citizen;                     and such is now the necessity                         which constrains them                     to alter their System of Government: The history of the present government of the united States is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny. To prove this, let the Facts be submitted to a candid world:
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Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC
Declaration of Revolution
When in the Course of events, it becomes necessary for a   people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's Powers entitle them;                       [a decent respect to the opinions of mankind                       requires that they should declare the causes                       which impel them to the separation, _or not_]: We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all animals are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness; That to secure these rights,    Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their      just powers from the consent of the governed; _That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it and to institute a new Government_,  laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form as to them shall   seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn,   that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed.    But when a long train of abuses and usurpations pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute              Despotism, _it is their right, it is their duty,              to throw off such Government_,                  and to provide new Guards                  for their future security. Such has been the patient sufferance                     of the American citizen;                     and such is now the necessity                         which constrains them                     to alter their System of Government: The history of the present government of the united States is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny. To prove this, let the Facts be submitted to a candid world:
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The abstract vision of surreality The staggering sound of objective communication The euphoric touch of manipulation The unsettling taste of falseness and fallacies The over-gratifying smell of fascist ********** Humanity diminished by power Comfort abolishing the difficult Complacency pairing with transgression Selfishness receiving unjustified praise Disorder feeding a psychotic nirvana Control forgotten from egotism The courage to change in hibernation Awakened by a chance for valor A journey begun, but far from ending An unknown reward waiting for its warrior Traps are set by the beast within Only the strong can obtain peace
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Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 6:51 AM UTC
A Chance To Be Good
you taught me to peel my own layers like oranges, abolishing my own comfort until my skin is raw and fresh, until the scent of selfish solitude is in the air you breathe. once bare, I must forget the ache of loss and grieve in silence as the desert sun taunts me with the color I've just shed. my eyes will always know your face. it is a face of a man with yellow eyes, a gun inside his pocket; ready to pull the trigger once the war inside him commences. gone are the days of peeling oranges. it is time for me to peel suns.
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 6:47 AM UTC
Peeling Suns