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"baffle" poems
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key— They have no Robes, nor Names— No Almanacs—nor Climes— But general Homes Like Gnomes— Their Coming, may be known By Couriers within— Their going—is not— For they’ve never gone—
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Alone, I cannot be
1099 My Cocoon tightens—Colors tease— I’m feeling for the Air— A dim capacity for Wings Demeans the Dress I wear— A power of Butterfly must be— The Aptitude to fly Meadows of Majesty implies And easy Sweeps of Sky— So I must baffle at the Hint And cipher at the Sign And make much blunder, if at least I take the clue divine—
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My Cocoon tightens—Colors tease—
There will be no red jester, no wolf, no jaded maid; there will be me, of seven years, blonde hair to narrow blades. No speaking is involved; we both know why you're here; you've come to watch me evaporate, or so both of us fear. The lights start to get brighter; the heat is too intense. My body burns but you stand still; the field 'round you is dense. You stand so helpless, As do I. We watch the whole world crumble. Friends of mine, you don't know yet, break away to rubble. All at once, in not five seconds, we're floating on in night. The stars around me baffle; no, this can't be right. We're immortal, you see, an affliction unforeseen. Now I'm doomed to waft forever, and live in the moon's gleam. So the question stands, girl: how long will you stay? I remember a flitting dream; it seemed to last a day. Yes, it was, I do recall, when I was not yet ten, that I saw this all happen, but I understood naught then. So there it is, we have a day, for me to impart all, which of our grand hopes unfold, and which were much too tall. Don't be scared, my dear, I'm sure we will be fine. So take in all I say; soak in every line. We won't speak again, and since there are few hours, I'll share my words and hope they work, in preventing the fire shower. What seems like a minute, but really was a day, you start to blur and fade. I'm sad you go away. My fear is thick and soaked in tears, and so we start to pray. "Dear Lord, I know, our world is broken. It's full of hate and crime. But, sir, please save the world I live. It's all I have that's mine. Find it in your heart, oh Lord, to show this fille the way, to stop the thugs and all the guns, and give us one more day. Amen."
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Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 1:45 AM UTC
"End of Time" - 6-Minute Poem Series
There will be no red jester, no wolf, no jaded maid; there will be me, of seven years, blonde hair to narrow blades. No speaking is involved; we both know why you're here; you've come to watch me evaporate, or so both of us fear. The lights start to get brighter; the heat is too intense. My body burns but you stand still; the field 'round you is dense. You stand so helpless, As do I. We watch the whole world crumble. Friends of mine, you don't know yet, break away to rubble. All at once, in not five seconds, we're floating on in night. The stars around me baffle; no, this can't be right. We're immortal, you see, an affliction unforeseen. Now I'm doomed to waft forever, and live in the moon's gleam. So the question stands, girl: how long will you stay? I remember a flitting dream; it seemed to last a day. Yes, it was, I do recall, when I was not yet ten, that I saw this all happen, but I understood naught then. So there it is, we have a day, for me to impart all, which of our grand hopes unfold, and which were much too tall. Don't be scared, my dear, I'm sure we will be fine. So take in all I say; soak in every line. We won't speak again, and since there are few hours, I'll share my words and hope they work, in preventing the fire shower. What seems like a minute, but really was a day, you start to blur and fade. I'm sad you go away. My fear is thick and soaked in tears, and so we start to pray. "Dear Lord, I know, our world is broken. It's full of hate and crime. But, sir, please save the world I live. It's all I have that's mine. Find it in your heart, oh Lord, to show this fille the way, to stop the thugs and all the guns, and give us one more day. Amen."
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Estimate tells us the avg. height of a female in the U.S. is 64 inches. This is quantitative. Unfeeling of prospect, the numbers fascinate and baffle. Recent estimation supposes 1500 active volcanoes on the earth of which 500 have erupted since history, the invention of writing.                                                                        Such a short time ago. Measuring in quantities, the earth is 4.5-4.6 billion years old. Creatures of like sentience who never wrote about volcanoes, the age of their earth. Quantities hum of something borrowed. So tight-wound, so deeply close, and yet still.                                                                         Something not ours. Blind, free of invention.
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 7:44 PM UTC
Statistics
1716 Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to **** it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam, Seek it with the saw, Baffle, if it cost you Everything you are. Then, if it have burrowed Out of reach of skill— Wring the tree and leave it, ’Tis the vermin’s will.
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Death is like the insect
the people whose job is to understand the multiverse can't figure this world out rid·dle                      ˈridl/noun: riddle; plural noun:   riddles 1.                                 | a question or statement intentionally           phrased so as to require ingenuity     in ascertaining its answer or meaning,                typically presented as a game; a person, event,   or fact that is difficult   to understand or explain. "the riddle of her death" [puz·zle ˈpəzəl/verb: puzzle; 3rd person present: puzzles; past tense: puzzled; past participle: puzzled; gerund or present participle:                                              puzzling 1.                          cause (someone) to feel confused because              they cannot understand or make sense of something: "one remark he made puzzled me" synonyms: perplex, confuse, bewilder,        bemuse, baffle, mystify, confound;         faze, stump, beat, discombobulate "her decision puzzled me" perplexed, confused, bewildered,        bemused, baffled, mystified, confounded,                              nonplussed, at a loss, at sea;              flummoxed, stumped, fazed, clueless,              discombobulated "a puzzled look on her face" baffling, perplexing, bewildering, confusing, complicated, unclear, mysterious, enigmatic, ambiguous, obscure, abstruse, unfathomable, incomprehensible, impenetrable, cryptic "his explanation was rather puzzling" antonyms: clear think hard about something difficult                    to understand or explain; "she was still puzzling over this problem                      when she reached the office"      | [      ] think hard about, mull over, muse over, ponder, contemplate,                                      meditate on, consider, deliberate on, chew over,                     wonder about "she puzzled over the problem"   solve or understand something by thinking hard; synonyms:                       work out, understand,    comprehend, sort out, reason out, solve, make sense of,    make head(s) or tail(s) of, unravel, decipher; informal:                figure out "she tried to puzzle out what he meant" noun: puzzle; plural noun: puzzles 1. [                 ], [           ] (                 ); a game, toy, or problem designed     to test ingenuity or knowledge; short for jigsaw puzzle                    (see jigsaw) a person or thing that is difficult to understand or explain; an enigma: "the meaning of this poem will always be a paradox" synonyms: enigma, mystery, paradox,        conundrum, poser, riddle, problem, quandary;                      "the poem has always been a puzzle"   late 16th century (as a verb): of unknown origin: synonyms: puzzle, conundrum, brainteaser, problem,       unsolved problem, question, poser, enigma,                        quandary; informal:       stumper "an answer to the riddle"                    verb/archaic verb: riddle; 3rd person present: riddles; past tense: riddled; past participle: riddled;          gerund or present participle: riddling 1.             speak in or pose riddles. "he who knows not how to riddle" solve or explain (a riddle) to (someone). "riddle me this then" Origin Old English rǣdels, rǣdelse ‘opinion, conjecture, riddle’;   related to Dutch raadsel,    German Rätsel,      to read
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 12:19 AM UTC
1. [Linear Z]
the people whose job is to understand the multiverse can't figure this world out rid·dle                      ˈridl/noun: riddle; plural noun:   riddles 1.                                 | a question or statement intentionally           phrased so as to require ingenuity     in ascertaining its answer or meaning,                typically presented as a game; a person, event,   or fact that is difficult   to understand or explain. "the riddle of her death" [puz·zle ˈpəzəl/verb: puzzle; 3rd person present: puzzles; past tense: puzzled; past participle: puzzled; gerund or present participle:                                              puzzling 1.                          cause (someone) to feel confused because              they cannot understand or make sense of something: "one remark he made puzzled me" synonyms: perplex, confuse, bewilder,        bemuse, baffle, mystify, confound;         faze, stump, beat, discombobulate "her decision puzzled me" perplexed, confused, bewildered,        bemused, baffled, mystified, confounded,                              nonplussed, at a loss, at sea;              flummoxed, stumped, fazed, clueless,              discombobulated "a puzzled look on her face" baffling, perplexing, bewildering, confusing, complicated, unclear, mysterious, enigmatic, ambiguous, obscure, abstruse, unfathomable, incomprehensible, impenetrable, cryptic "his explanation was rather puzzling" antonyms: clear think hard about something difficult                    to understand or explain; "she was still puzzling over this problem                      when she reached the office"      | [      ] think hard about, mull over, muse over, ponder, contemplate,                                      meditate on, consider, deliberate on, chew over,                     wonder about "she puzzled over the problem"   solve or understand something by thinking hard; synonyms:                       work out, understand,    comprehend, sort out, reason out, solve, make sense of,    make head(s) or tail(s) of, unravel, decipher; informal:                figure out "she tried to puzzle out what he meant" noun: puzzle; plural noun: puzzles 1. [                 ], [           ] (                 ); a game, toy, or problem designed     to test ingenuity or knowledge; short for jigsaw puzzle                    (see jigsaw) a person or thing that is difficult to understand or explain; an enigma: "the meaning of this poem will always be a paradox" synonyms: enigma, mystery, paradox,        conundrum, poser, riddle, problem, quandary;                      "the poem has always been a puzzle"   late 16th century (as a verb): of unknown origin: synonyms: puzzle, conundrum, brainteaser, problem,       unsolved problem, question, poser, enigma,                        quandary; informal:       stumper "an answer to the riddle"                    verb/archaic verb: riddle; 3rd person present: riddles; past tense: riddled; past participle: riddled;          gerund or present participle: riddling 1.             speak in or pose riddles. "he who knows not how to riddle" solve or explain (a riddle) to (someone). "riddle me this then" Origin Old English rǣdels, rǣdelse ‘opinion, conjecture, riddle’;   related to Dutch raadsel,    German Rätsel,      to read
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You kiss me, I kiss you You grab me, I stroke you On we go, *** for tat Push inside Fill me up Stretch me out I cling to you, surround you, arouse you Still and slow at first and the pressure builds Harder and faster, till we're all skin, and teeth, and nails And the smack of my skin on yours It's a race You pull me, I push you You scratch me, I bite you On and on it goes Breath mingling, sweat mixing Till we both come panting, leaning on each other This is physical, the most carnal desire. This I understand. In this we are mere objects; animals moving solely on instinct. It's the occasional tender touches that confuse me. A soft kiss on my forehead, your hand seeking out mine; these baffle me. Sometimes I wish I knew your intentions, sometimes I wish I knew mine. Do I want more from you then the physical? Do you desire more from me? In my wondering sometimes I think it might be nice to have a part of you, and to give you something more of me. But you never ask and I'm reluctant to offer. Where are your layers? Are we deeper than this kiddie pool we've been wading in? What are we? You never ask and I'm too cowardly to offer. So we remain laying together, so close yet so distant.
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Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 10:30 AM UTC
Intimate
∙∙∙◦◦•◎•◦◦∙∙∙ A pour of liquid upon the sky hollows around the city flickering unknowing lights as she stands on the corner A fantasy strews in my mind with walls painted to emblaze floors swarming with haze Red on her lips A tense that lures my eyes reaching the inside-out tangled in a state of enmity as I wade in serendipity nobody asked me how I feel the fact she was never even real We tag around the maze I baffle between truth and fake boundless as we kissed Breathtaking, filled with bliss A perfection I'll never miss But twas a treacherous crime And thankfully I woke up in time
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Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 8:59 PM UTC
November Night (A Memory in Time)
Since there is no escape, since at the end My body will be utterly destroyed, This hand I love as I have loved a friend, This body I tended, wept with and enjoyed; Since there is no escape even for me Who love life with a love too sharp to bear: The scent of orchards in the rain, the sea And hours alone too still and sure for prayer — Since darkness waits for me, then all the more Let me go down as waves sweep to the shore In pride; and let me sing with my last breath; In these few hours of light I lift my head; Life is my lover—I shall leave the dead If there is any way to baffle death.
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Since There Is No Escape
Beyond which no dreams knock My eyes are that threshold More than my talks Only my symbolic silences were there Since you came here My world started moving World of mine started moving The place of God was empty in my heart Today I saw your face in that place I came to you wandering like a cloud I came and I showered as if you are a hill You be the soul and I will be the body Lifelong I will be your shadow I then want to become a hermit So I tell you, I want to be yours You harness me, I am the power You are the night, I am the moonlight The place of God was empty in my heart Today I saw your face in that place I came to you wandering like a cloud I came and I showered as if you are a hill We will pay the favour of stars We had many incomplete desires That still bind us to each other The desire of a darling little one In our little home, we will get settled Let nobody's evil eye baffle us The place of God was empty in my heart Today I saw your face in that place I came to you wandering like a cloud I came and I showered as if you are a hill
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Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 6:10 AM UTC
Threshold
He says we got a connection Straight away after finding out more of me I can’t do anything with this stress but get well dressed Can never find that person to sense my humor He just repeats that I’m a cutie He tries to sound more hip than me Using slang from this century I never knew words could baffle someone else Because it is a joke he doesn’t know he is offended Uh oh I didn’t mean a thing I just meant to see if you could breathe when I tried to make you laugh Guys get kind of cold and several come and go This is the day that I’m sure that I did Made cute hate
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Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 2:10 PM UTC
made cute hate
Feelings are funny things I used think feelings were the sweet feelings you felt when you were very young When you were little (Before the emptiness came) These were what feelings were... to me. So it used to baffle me when I got older After I'd gone through some traumas of my own in life And suddenly I found much to my dismay That I no longer felt anything inside myself anymore Only an emptiness, a numbness, a nothingness... a void Those lovely early feelings had now all gone I knew...I knew there was something wrong But then I'd hear some people say "Oh, I feel this way or I feel that way... I feel happy, I feel sad, I feel... And I'd think to myself What! you still feel something inside yourself Y'know Me! I don't feel anything anymore All my old feelings that made me who I was they've  all gone And I have no idea how to get them back again. But then I'd think Y'know when you say you feel...say you feel lonely or depressed or calm and confident Overwhelmed or in control... whatever! all these different emotions/ so called feelings But these aren't.... these aren't the real feelings are they Not like the feelings you had when you were a little child Their just... aren't they just words describing mental states where/how you find yourself during the day You feel sad probably because you're thinking sad thoughts Or you feel happy because you're thinking happy thoughts But sure I could do that Yea! I could say well I feel... I feel hungry Or I feel a bit apprehensive about something that's coming up Or maybe I feel excited because I'm going out to a show somewhere But these... these aren't the real feelings are they though Not the lovely sweet feelings you had as a little child No! Their not the same. Y'know when a child comes into the world they start as a clean slate They have no words at all to begin with Yet even then they have these incredible sweet feelings inside that make them feel so happy and so special It makes them feel like they own the whole world Maybe... maybe their a symptom of the Divine. I...I don't know. And I'd say this to someone sometimes and it's like they'd look at me kind of strangely As if to say "What do you mean... when you say... the real feelings!
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Aug 25, 2022
Aug 25, 2022 at 12:02 PM UTC
The Real feelings
Feelings are funny things I used think feelings were the sweet feelings you felt when you were very young When you were little (Before the emptiness came) These were what feelings were... to me. So it used to baffle me when I got older After I'd gone through some traumas of my own in life And suddenly I found much to my dismay That I no longer felt anything inside myself anymore Only an emptiness, a numbness, a nothingness... a void Those lovely early feelings had now all gone I knew...I knew there was something wrong But then I'd hear some people say "Oh, I feel this way or I feel that way... I feel happy, I feel sad, I feel... And I'd think to myself What! you still feel something inside yourself Y'know Me! I don't feel anything anymore All my old feelings that made me who I was they've  all gone And I have no idea how to get them back again. But then I'd think Y'know when you say you feel...say you feel lonely or depressed or calm and confident Overwhelmed or in control... whatever! all these different emotions/ so called feelings But these aren't.... these aren't the real feelings are they Not like the feelings you had when you were a little child Their just... aren't they just words describing mental states where/how you find yourself during the day You feel sad probably because you're thinking sad thoughts Or you feel happy because you're thinking happy thoughts But sure I could do that Yea! I could say well I feel... I feel hungry Or I feel a bit apprehensive about something that's coming up Or maybe I feel excited because I'm going out to a show somewhere But these... these aren't the real feelings are they though Not the lovely sweet feelings you had as a little child No! Their not the same. Y'know when a child comes into the world they start as a clean slate They have no words at all to begin with Yet even then they have these incredible sweet feelings inside that make them feel so happy and so special It makes them feel like they own the whole world Maybe... maybe their a symptom of the Divine. I...I don't know. And I'd say this to someone sometimes and it's like they'd look at me kind of strangely As if to say "What do you mean... when you say... the real feelings!
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You've got yourself a new tattoo A tattoo of you on you Done in the ink of blue So that it would fit your mood Do you do the things you do To baffle and confuse Is that what made you choose Your tattoo of you on you
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Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 6:33 PM UTC
~New Tattoo ~
I turned as new resigned: A summer gleaned, my business was within, My charge the sober mind, My care the wintry bin. And found the boughs in stain, Past-promise-hued. O not Before, earnest as rich was yet so plain; A harvest was ungot. Beech drenching down my pathway goldenheart, Ash, pensive light-cheek rose, Both pluck the thought apart, And meant you, heart, to close? So fell the doomed farewells; So, so looked forth a thing: Regret, reproach, what else Must baffle, vex, beguile this severing
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This Severing
When I utter commit, I mean to dedicate First to Him, that gave my full birthright And two to myself, the reason to create, My commitment is my responsibility I choose to commit, perhaps you may not admit I want to melt my fears, thyself to acquit Realize my valour, to knit again my grit My commitment is my responsibility I commit to trust my inner instinct, Lest I stumble and be called extinct I will teach me to always be prinked My commitment is my responsibility I commit my business to what is real Perhaps people will get dull Maybe I will find my answers in the baffle And get busy making my now life blissful For my commitment is my responsibility
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Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 2:44 PM UTC
Commit Yourself
An innocent Child  growing into a Man, A journey of Evolution, A natural Phenomena, Physicality is a Mandala. Emotions in Abundance, Rising in Love, Only to Fall, A Mercurial Drama, The Heart is a Mandala. Choices to Baffle, Time conquered Memories, Sharpness of the Mind, Like the sparkle in Cola, Intellect is a Mandala. A jar wrapped in Silk, Holding the Fragments, of a colorful Identity, Disappearing into a Nebula, FOR I AM A MANDALA
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 12:30 PM UTC
I am a Mandala
The moon glowed, The lake sparkled. It was all beautiful to baffle. Figures danced into view, bounding beyond their limits. They knew this trance. The lake was their call, As was their mother. Nature has its ways, It knows one another. The children hath danced before, Careless and free. Free from the chains, That bound their souls to be. Soul is a strong spirit, It will persevere. Beyond that limit, Your explosive sphere. Look into the lake, With your glowing eyes. Accept thy fate, to become a firefly. Wings spring, Cries laugh. You fly above the surface, Free as a hawk. The winged ones are hidden, Beyond the world today. They are Elves, Sprites Of mythology today.
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 9:46 AM UTC
Elven flight
I remember waking up to your texts it would baffle me-the various ways you could say “good morning” you kept it interesting and i fell asleep every night smiling, knowing i would hear from you but now my phone stays silent most of the time
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May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
phone.
By: Cedric McClester A Muslim goes to pray At any mosque on any day Which is not meant to convey The things their critics have to say I don’t know if you’re aware Despite the way it may appear A mosque is just a house of prayer You’re not indoctrinated there So wasted time is being spent Looking at which mosque a terrorist went That don’t give you the slightest hint As to why he became so bent You are more likely to find The source that captured his warped mind Somewhere down the dial on line That’s how he became so blind Nowhere in Qu’ranic teaching Will you find what they are preaching It’s a matter of them reaching Their own ends while they are breeching Everything that Islam stands for Which put simply they ignore Though that’s the badge they wore While acting in ways Muslims abhor They can bastardize the text And baffle some folk’s intellects By ignoring the balances and checks That the Islamic religion projects And it’s easy enough to fall If there’s no foundation at all You might answer anyone’s call Who can reinterpret and enthrall Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015. All rights reserved.
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Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC
A MUSLIM GOES TO PRAY
Midsummer midnight skies, Midsummer midnight influences and airs, The shining, sensitive silver of the sea Touched with the strange-hued blazonings of dawn; And all so solemnly still I seem to hear The breathing of Life and Death, The secular Accomplices, Renewing the visible miracle of the world. The wistful stars Shine like good memories. The young morning wind Blows full of unforgotten hours As over a region of roses. Life and Death Sound on--sound on . . . And the night magical, Troubled yet comforting, thrills As if the Enchanted Castle at the heart Of the wood's dark wonderment Swung wide his valves, and filled the dim sea-banks With exquisite visitants: Words fiery-hearted yet, dreams and desires With living looks intolerable, regrets Whose voice comes as the voice of an only child Heard from the grave: shapes of a Might-Have-Been-- Beautiful, miserable, distraught-- The Law no man may baffle denied and slew. The spell-bound ships stand as at gaze To let the marvel by. The grey road glooms . . . Glimmers . . . goes out . . . and there, O, there where it fades, What grace, what glamour, what wild will, Transfigure the shadows? Whose, Heart of my heart, Soul of my soul, but yours? Ghosts--ghosts--the sapphirine air Teems with them even to the gleaming ends Of the wild day-spring! Ghosts, Everywhere--everywhere--till I and you At last--dear love, at last!-- Are in the dreaming, even as Life and Death, Twin-ministers of the unoriginal Will.
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Midsummer Midnight Skies
i can sing my song so loud and clear but whenever you are near i can only speak in silence we've both seen the other side of life peeked behind the veil put your hand into the dark just to see how deep the rabbit hole goes casualties of the struggle of life dreamers lost in the twilight we still believe in the light and we still want to do what is right the time is long gone for being polite there is nothing left to sacrifice but i will give you cascading earthly delight and where you go i will find you tonight i can be so full of myself i can speak my mind so loud and clear but whenever you are near i can only speak in silence its on the tip of my tongue and i could write such pretty sounding ******** when it doesn't matter i can baffle her with brilliance but it never gets me anywhere i want to be maybe i forget about myself and maybe i should say what's eating away at me and maybe i should shout it out speak from the heart or keep it to myself and fall apart i can sing my song so loud and clear but whenever you are near i can only speak in silence
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 6:43 PM UTC
speak in silence
1. Show me your inky night and dreaming darkness, the passing clouds, moonlit, wind driven, impassioned, that never would know where they wound culminate, or what transformations will take place between the nebulous begining and the end as they speed through as if they are programmed to perform feats that move the wheels forward. 2. Show me the constellations magnificent, that baffle me every time I stare, countless stars in your milky way like a  progression, dying or being born, some glittering, some death pale, red, blue or any hue one could imagine, and the endless mystery that envelops, all the wondrous things, making' being' as a part of 'nothingness' eternal, one in which "Maya"*unfolds as apparitions. 3. Show me,how you drown me in  your boundless love that makes every moment born, transcend beyond black holes of deaths and cycles of births connected like tunnel of wormholes.Make me listen the subtle music being conducted within every tiny spec, that takes part in this eternal ecstatic dance of the sublime. 4. Show me your magical might, that would make me both, Schrodinger's cat alive, in it's playful self, and simultaneously in a sleep like death, existing while it is non existent, and one with everything in this multiverse dead , dying, alive or emerging from gloom, all at once, while, reposing   within a consciousness, limitless.
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Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 1:31 PM UTC
Show Me, The Way It Is
The box poses on my table, So patient in its guise. Allures its extent to baffle, And prove me thus unwise. To draw me closer it will bait And lure by fine sweet sounds, Perplexity my new bed mate, Mischief that knows no bounds. I lie in this bed and ponder, Choice is mine, is it not? What gifts inside I do wonder! Temptation's guile my lot. Gilded and exquisitely wrought, Intricacy unparalleled, My prolonged resistance for naught, My hand thus adroitly compelled!
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Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 1:21 PM UTC
Temptation's Guile
Disastified. Dissatisfaction. Disappointing, disappear. Disability, disdaining- disgusting Difficult dislike Disgrace Let down. Saddened. aghast - balked. Beaten. chap-fallen - deafen. Bitter-pill. Blind. Alley. Blow. Anticlimactic. Crestfallen. thwarted, foil. baffle, bilk - discomfited, frustrated. thwarted. Unsuccessful
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Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 12:22 PM UTC
D
How unprepared I was when midnight approached me by Emission of vivid green neon lights From the futuristic skyscrapers to my unworldly eyes But more imposing A suspended meteor in the sky Upon the decrepit city which never stood My arrival at Midnight City, my peculiar neighborhood Thumping tracks and frantic sirens Bombard tremendous fear in my senses Amid the resonating pantomime that cracks throughout my head Merciless cyborgs arrive from nowhere And threaten mankind with unthinkable weapons Their bleak empty eyes bring dogmatic order As my escalated fears enslave me well Inside the mechanical serpent that darts With endless slick demented rails On such a twisted mind, it begins to run Confused and addled, I have no control of this matter Only worries dwell my mind The arrival of this mysterious force is my greatest baffle Does this herald the degeneration of Gaia? What is this complex machinery that enslaves all men? Where does this designate human posterity and fate? What was done for an act of retribution? Does this unprecedented apocalypse null all human solutions? In this dark tunnel, on a decrepit couch The dauntless train begins to screech with endless laughter As it tears tempestuously faster and faster Until all unearthly fluorescent lights blend together Thumping tracks and frantic sirens Eighty-six notches louder Alternating flashes of red and green Fourteen seconds prior A silhouette of a white demon projects from afar As it begins to approach us, its image ever becomes so bizarre Add a second of suspended silence of jest Before we scream and ensue The fatal crash
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Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
My Arrival at Midnight City
How unprepared I was when midnight approached me by Emission of vivid green neon lights From the futuristic skyscrapers to my unworldly eyes But more imposing A suspended meteor in the sky Upon the decrepit city which never stood My arrival at Midnight City, my peculiar neighborhood Thumping tracks and frantic sirens Bombard tremendous fear in my senses Amid the resonating pantomime that cracks throughout my head Merciless cyborgs arrive from nowhere And threaten mankind with unthinkable weapons Their bleak empty eyes bring dogmatic order As my escalated fears enslave me well Inside the mechanical serpent that darts With endless slick demented rails On such a twisted mind, it begins to run Confused and addled, I have no control of this matter Only worries dwell my mind The arrival of this mysterious force is my greatest baffle Does this herald the degeneration of Gaia? What is this complex machinery that enslaves all men? Where does this designate human posterity and fate? What was done for an act of retribution? Does this unprecedented apocalypse null all human solutions? In this dark tunnel, on a decrepit couch The dauntless train begins to screech with endless laughter As it tears tempestuously faster and faster Until all unearthly fluorescent lights blend together Thumping tracks and frantic sirens Eighty-six notches louder Alternating flashes of red and green Fourteen seconds prior A silhouette of a white demon projects from afar As it begins to approach us, its image ever becomes so bizarre Add a second of suspended silence of jest Before we scream and ensue The fatal crash
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