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I wish to disambiguate to explicate; expanciate: I do not begrudge polyamory, and whatever Love entails to any particular person, for I once was polyamorous; I understand some of the ways in which polyamory can work. Usually when single, or otherwise in an open relationship. I also do not begrudge sluttiness; everyone needs some and some can't resist. Besides, it is noble to work such charity. Who am I, who once sought such charity, to demonize it? I, who have lusts and desires? I do, however, take grievous offense to One in a relationship who tells their partner they're soulmates and who, instead of agreeing to end the monogamous relationship, goes and sleeps around and cheats on their "soulmate", moreover if over and over. It's hard to cope with such deep hurt, and I wish to convey my apologies for my rash hybridized expressions of Anger, Frustration and Hubris. Perhaps it perturbs me so simply because it reminds me of who I once could be and was. Perhaps it irks me so because I'm envious. Again; Polyamory is not a Sin; but before you just go **** someone at least be single or in an open relationship; it isn't only you who is affected by your choices, and I know that's hard to see when you are so young. Don't hold back who you really are, but please; don't cheat others in the process. Not only is Karma a ***** but so can Retribution be; you never know what One scorned is capable of; the next time you cheat someone they may not fall back on mere words; A few more years in this World may teach you that such Anarchy doth go both ways, my dear; Vigilante Justice knows few bounds: Don't take too many chances when it comes to who you **** nor when it comes to who you **** over.
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Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 7:39 PM UTC
Polyamory is not a Sin
I wish to disambiguate to explicate; expanciate: I do not begrudge polyamory, and whatever Love entails to any particular person, for I once was polyamorous; I understand some of the ways in which polyamory can work. Usually when single, or otherwise in an open relationship. I also do not begrudge sluttiness; everyone needs some and some can't resist. Besides, it is noble to work such charity. Who am I, who once sought such charity, to demonize it? I, who have lusts and desires? I do, however, take grievous offense to One in a relationship who tells their partner they're soulmates and who, instead of agreeing to end the monogamous relationship, goes and sleeps around and cheats on their "soulmate", moreover if over and over. It's hard to cope with such deep hurt, and I wish to convey my apologies for my rash hybridized expressions of Anger, Frustration and Hubris. Perhaps it perturbs me so simply because it reminds me of who I once could be and was. Perhaps it irks me so because I'm envious. Again; Polyamory is not a Sin; but before you just go **** someone at least be single or in an open relationship; it isn't only you who is affected by your choices, and I know that's hard to see when you are so young. Don't hold back who you really are, but please; don't cheat others in the process. Not only is Karma a ***** but so can Retribution be; you never know what One scorned is capable of; the next time you cheat someone they may not fall back on mere words; A few more years in this World may teach you that such Anarchy doth go both ways, my dear; Vigilante Justice knows few bounds: Don't take too many chances when it comes to who you **** nor when it comes to who you **** over.
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Listen. I know you've lived longer Than my short quarter century life. I know you've seen more, Done more, loved more, Touched more, tasted more, Experienced more things than i. I know you're only trying to help. I appreciate the giving of advice. I know you mean well When you say it's time to give them up, It's time to move on, To be my own person, To learn to live for only myself. But you haven't lived through The total decimation of your family. You haven't watched as the lives Of your loved ones fall into utter ruin One by one. You weren't relegated to helpless paralysis By the fear that you'd lose them all And by the depression that came with knowing You couldn't even help yourself. You don't know what it feels like To have the dagger of abandonment, The shattered shards of broken hearts, The pinpoint needles of disillusionment, The three-pronged fork of misunderstanding, ****** into your soul over and over By every lemon life throws your way. You don't know what it is to stand On the brink of death Because if you don't have them, You have nothing. You still have your family. All intact and whole. So don't begrudge me My clutching, grasping, clinging attempts At keeping what remnants of a family I have Together. I will not let them go Until they have to be pried From my dead hands. And even then, I will still be loyal. They are all i have.
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
Loyal
Hunting has a noble heritage, for sure Bringing us together, it forged a species Keen-eyed, communicative, feared by the fierce                So who am I to begrudge you your sport? I, too, love wide open skies, tramping over bog and fen, I even quite like dogs! I imagine nature might reveal herself to you In signs jealously guarded from the armchair carnivore. I can almost reconcile your harsh percussion With the croak of the raven, the sloshing tide And the chewing and mooing of cattle. But the pheasant!  For the love of God, the pheasant? It can hardly be a battle of wits! I've seen him as he sits, a big, red bullseye On fences and ***** Startled by every day he survives. How stirring can it be, Picking off the ones the cars and lorries never got? When you carry him home, Better off dead, Hang him in your garage for a week Feeling like Henry VIII, Cut him down, slit him open and find the crop Stuffed not with heather shoots and beetles But with half a pound of store-bought grain (Generously laced with antibiotics) - I hope the realisation creeps up That you may as well have asserted yourself In the hen coop, Blasting away at befuddled poultry And saving yourself a walk.
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Nov 24, 2010
Nov 24, 2010 at 1:33 AM UTC
The Pheasant
We embark on a new journey, Let our travels never end, Keep us heading in the same direction, Though the track may sometimes bend, Let happiness be our destination, Let our trademark be a smile, Let us enjoy every footstep, Not begrudge a single mile, Let us revel in new discoveries, Greet each fresh dawn with pleasure, Let us find our inner-wealth and know ... The true meaning of treasure.
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Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 2:25 PM UTC
Our Journey
I have secret skeletons That haven't seen the Sun From things supposedly fun Now all they do is make me run Skeletons exit my closet And enter my jury box All of whom I've met Then put behind locks Now they throw rocks Or find ways to mock They are ruthless Until I'm toothless I face a skeleton jury I face the skeletons' fury They seek vengeance Or perhaps repentance I play lawyer in my mind This job has become full time And I must laboriously linger Through skeleton stingers Until my mind is rattled By skeleton saddles They come from my past To shatter my glass The skeletons are attacking My bones are cracking Under their weight They are my freight They judge me And begrudge me I made many moronic mistakes I left laying at the bottom of lakes Now they are at the surface Of my fruitless furnace Skeletons remain Like a stain I look across the plain To see skeletal rain Precipitated by my dumb decisions Droplets make numerous incisions Each one callously cutting me to the bone Until the skeleton jury is my humble home
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Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 4:41 AM UTC
Skeleton Jury
acacia "i know that, i know that what's mine will find me" (1) <> sigh... (forgive my intrusion) not necessarily- for too many, we have to invent, create and forever to be on the lookout for to find what we need, forgive and then, not begrudge the time it may take, finally then to make it ours, for that's when the work begins, sometimes it takes a forever to know how to define, create find, a forevermore <nml> exactly 5:00am Wed Sep 10 in the dark, dark sunroom
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Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 4:05 PM UTC
For Acacia: For when the work begins
**Tupac said: **** the world** And on the first day he wept **Tupac said: **** the world** Because he knew God had slept **Tupac said: **** the world** No promises to be broken or kept **Tupac said: **** the world** This baby was already in debt **Tupac said: **** the world** In anger there is no word of thanks **Tupac said: **** the world** *He **** sure wasn't shooting blanks* **Tupac said: **** the world** So I ask why am I so sheltered? **Tupac said: **** the world** And act so self-centered? **Tupac said: **** the world** Is it because my Mom held me? **Tupac said: **** the world** And she was always there for me? **Tupac said: **** the world** Why can't I see his point of view? **Tupac said: **** the world** Why are white people so scared of you? **Tupac said: **** the world** He was a product of real life **Tupac said: **** the world** His bottle was a switchblade knife **Tupac said: **** the world** Yeah we thought he was a criminal **Tupac said: **** the world** His anger was not so subliminal **Tupac said: **** the world** So while we give thanks and pray **Tupac said: **** the world** It seems we really just look away **Tupac said: **** the world** Man what's wrong with that boy? **Tupac said: **** the world** A gun in his hand ain't no toy **Tupac said: **** the world** Where was he supposed to go? **Tupac said: **** the world** *What if you were raised by a ** **Tupac said: **** the world** Are we in a position to judge? **Tupac said: **** the world** Maybe it's us we should begrudge **Tupac said: **** the world** What should offend you more? **Tupac said: **** the world** The reality you try to ignore? **Tupac said: **** the world** The shock of all the profanity? **Tupac said: **** the world** Or the fact of his poverty? **Tupac said: **** the world** He knew he was disposable **Tupac said: **** the world** A gangsta rappers's not so lovable **Tupac said: **** the world** That was the only way to survive **Tupac said: **** the world** Nobody cared if he lived or died **Tupac said: **** the world** The industry only wants the money **Tupac said: **** the world** But they never called him honey **Tupac said: **** the world** He was dead before he was born **Tupac said: **** the world** But he could rhyme about scorn **Tupac said: **** the world** And now he's dead and gone **Tupac said: **** the world** Did you think he was wrong? **Tupac said: **** the world** He knew how to die better than you **Tupac said: **** the world** What do you pay attention to? **Tupac said: **** the world** Reality tv and some situation? **Tupac said: **** the world** *Being trendy and ************ **Tupac said: **** the world** The money really didn't really matter **Tupac said: **** the world** He kept up the harsh street chatter **Tupac said: **** the world** He wasn't climbing no social ladder **Tupac said: **** the world** Because his heart could never gather **Tupac said: **** the world** All the Lord's blessings **Tupac said: **** the world** Like flowers and angel's wings **Tupac said: **** the world** Living on the streets instead **Tupac said: **** the world** Where the ladder is full of lead **Tupac said: **** the world** The lead of pain and bullets **Tupac said: **** the world** And not soft golden nuggets **Tupac said: **** the world** Of love and tenderness **Tupac said: **** the world** Just blood and nothingness **Tupcac said: **** the world** So who is holding him now? **Tupac said: **** the world** Is he where love will allow? **Tupac said: **** the world** A man to become a boy? **Tupac said: **** the world** A boy with happiness to enjoy? **Tupac said: **** the world** You don't like gangstas rapping like crooks **Tupac said: **** the world** There's no page for him in the good book **Tupac said: **** the world** Were his sins from his mother and father? **Tupac said: **** the world** And those who would string up a brother **Tupac said: **** the world** Try to just say no when your ship ain't sailin' **Tupac said: **** the world** Hey God what is it that you were sayin'?
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Feb 1, 2012
Feb 1, 2012 at 2:06 PM UTC
Tupac Said
**Tupac said: **** the world** And on the first day he wept **Tupac said: **** the world** Because he knew God had slept **Tupac said: **** the world** No promises to be broken or kept **Tupac said: **** the world** This baby was already in debt **Tupac said: **** the world** In anger there is no word of thanks **Tupac said: **** the world** *He **** sure wasn't shooting blanks* **Tupac said: **** the world** So I ask why am I so sheltered? **Tupac said: **** the world** And act so self-centered? **Tupac said: **** the world** Is it because my Mom held me? **Tupac said: **** the world** And she was always there for me? **Tupac said: **** the world** Why can't I see his point of view? **Tupac said: **** the world** Why are white people so scared of you? **Tupac said: **** the world** He was a product of real life **Tupac said: **** the world** His bottle was a switchblade knife **Tupac said: **** the world** Yeah we thought he was a criminal **Tupac said: **** the world** His anger was not so subliminal **Tupac said: **** the world** So while we give thanks and pray **Tupac said: **** the world** It seems we really just look away **Tupac said: **** the world** Man what's wrong with that boy? **Tupac said: **** the world** A gun in his hand ain't no toy **Tupac said: **** the world** Where was he supposed to go? **Tupac said: **** the world** *What if you were raised by a ** **Tupac said: **** the world** Are we in a position to judge? **Tupac said: **** the world** Maybe it's us we should begrudge **Tupac said: **** the world** What should offend you more? **Tupac said: **** the world** The reality you try to ignore? **Tupac said: **** the world** The shock of all the profanity? **Tupac said: **** the world** Or the fact of his poverty? **Tupac said: **** the world** He knew he was disposable **Tupac said: **** the world** A gangsta rappers's not so lovable **Tupac said: **** the world** That was the only way to survive **Tupac said: **** the world** Nobody cared if he lived or died **Tupac said: **** the world** The industry only wants the money **Tupac said: **** the world** But they never called him honey **Tupac said: **** the world** He was dead before he was born **Tupac said: **** the world** But he could rhyme about scorn **Tupac said: **** the world** And now he's dead and gone **Tupac said: **** the world** Did you think he was wrong? **Tupac said: **** the world** He knew how to die better than you **Tupac said: **** the world** What do you pay attention to? **Tupac said: **** the world** Reality tv and some situation? **Tupac said: **** the world** *Being trendy and ************ **Tupac said: **** the world** The money really didn't really matter **Tupac said: **** the world** He kept up the harsh street chatter **Tupac said: **** the world** He wasn't climbing no social ladder **Tupac said: **** the world** Because his heart could never gather **Tupac said: **** the world** All the Lord's blessings **Tupac said: **** the world** Like flowers and angel's wings **Tupac said: **** the world** Living on the streets instead **Tupac said: **** the world** Where the ladder is full of lead **Tupac said: **** the world** The lead of pain and bullets **Tupac said: **** the world** And not soft golden nuggets **Tupac said: **** the world** Of love and tenderness **Tupac said: **** the world** Just blood and nothingness **Tupcac said: **** the world** So who is holding him now? **Tupac said: **** the world** Is he where love will allow? **Tupac said: **** the world** A man to become a boy? **Tupac said: **** the world** A boy with happiness to enjoy? **Tupac said: **** the world** You don't like gangstas rapping like crooks **Tupac said: **** the world** There's no page for him in the good book **Tupac said: **** the world** Were his sins from his mother and father? **Tupac said: **** the world** And those who would string up a brother **Tupac said: **** the world** Try to just say no when your ship ain't sailin' **Tupac said: **** the world** Hey God what is it that you were sayin'?
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“and he will rule over you.” I am not ready to release my religion the consistency of it has grown with me i am afraid if i unleash it from my soul the preached darkness will consume it i am afraid that the possibility of its factuality and actuality will hover in the atmosphere at noon i am afraid that by dismissing God too soon he will dismiss me Ironically, with my gaining of knowledge, i have come to begrudge the man in the sky who has cursed my *** to serve man to be taken out of man, to exist only within man he has given a text for those to quote when arguing the entrapment of women how am i to recognize the being when he has ****** me to be at the elbow of an entire gender has blamed my kind for the original sin of sins The Bible has shaped the complications of communities it has manipulated the societies that barely function it has forced people to fight for the basic rights all should hold how am i to forgive such sins committed against my kind? to accept the influences of a book that is thousands of years old that still governs my everyday life?
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Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 4:01 AM UTC
The Year of the Serpent
I can't pretend I know what happened, I think it's what others call fate. But everyone around me changed when you left, And any liking they had for you turned into hate. You became the outcast, No longer part of our clann. You were no longer welcome in our homestead, When we met you on the street, you were just another man. I'm sorry it turned out like it has, I wanted to have you there till the end. Because, although there was a major age gap, I still seen you as our friend. People begrudge change because it reshapes our lives, But maybe they're just jealous they settled too quick. Just know that I wish you all of life's successes, And remember they are only words, they are not sticks.
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Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 8:43 AM UTC
Uncle Sid
Genau, enow, enough after the confusion, we all could make a sound, okeh, yeah and we still knew a shaken head or hand or fist had meaning beyond words and noise my words, their noise, barbarians all, but my loved ones, still, my nana Even , none could say a meaningful word Ah, papa Eber, eber he be waving sayin' Shhhhlome. wow. a word, I was re connected re tied re ligamented re tendoned re nerved re ***** re bled re breathed inspire me, expire me, think me immaterial, no mattah nomattatall we stick together, gone bealright begrudge me not a bit o'livit ity, a st-utter here'n'there words, in wars, we always win. We are war's raison d'etre, as they say, its rational grounds for existence, its excuse for being. words are the instigators, provocateurs no wordless insult results in war, words are needed, otherwise fugitabowdit, how long? Seven times? 490 times? no, once, each time, no more. enoughs the evil enoughs enow. the weapons of our warfare, how can I say, watch we see salient leapers trampling the vintage, seeping from the heel wound in the beguiler's head. That's results. Angels sing and dance, they never tremble in the night, the hope we never lost, we just forgot, they remember as if it were the same, yes, today, forever they whisper, go on, there's more to living than meets the eye. enough has always had a plural, ask Sam Johnson.
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Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
A verily olde idea in a word
everywhere i go there's a cop not a real cop, but someone trying to convict me incarcerated by their eyes i'm stuck in their cell and they restrict me everywhere i go there's a God not a real God, but someone trying to judge me i'm condemned by their eyes i'm stuck in their hell and they begrudge me
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Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 10:07 PM UTC
everywhere i go
Jesus on the Cross is a gory picture Bleeding, Crying, Despairing Not exactly a God-like image one would imagine This week is holy the Christians claim leading to the death and eventual rise of their great Savior Is redemption then the answer to despair? The Bible says the gruesome death was predestined Yet it seems Jesus did for a moment doubt and plead in Gethsemane But on the Cross while bleeding and suffocating He prayed for the neighbors' sins to be forgiven Such is love, the Bible claims I do not believe it to be so, 'coz i still sin coz i still hate. If i believed this Love, then i would not hurt my brother If i believed in Redemption, then i would not begrudge my sister If i believed in the hefty price He paid, I would never let hate linger   I would live a life of love, joy and peace and belief in the holy Spirit, Son, and Father. But i do hurt, i do begrudge, i do hate and i do not believe!
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Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 10:48 AM UTC
Jesus on the Cross
I don't have a problem with hipsters, goths, jocks, skaters, rockers, preps, farmers, plumbers, executives, Blacks, Hispanics, Asians, Caucasians, gays, furries, bronies, foodies, junkies, abstainers, republicans, democrats, atheists, monotheists, polytheists, etc. People are people. So, why begrudge them that? I do, however, have a problem with mean, hateful people who's greatest joy comes in a form of shadenfreude. Be who you are, but don't impose your self-image onto others; impose others onto your Self with a healthy dose of salt. You may learn a thing or two. Live and let live.
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC
Harmony
I resent the water that gets to lick you all over every morning. I envy the sun that gets to kiss your skin so softly. I am jealous of the brush that gets to run through your hair. I hate the pen that gets to feel your gentle touch. And I begrudge the sheets that gets to wrap all around you as you sleep.
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Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
Lust
Each one of us is different, Every one of us unique, Not one of us should pass judgment, Ill of our fellow man should speak. For each one of us has value that not one of us should begrudge; To judge others says more of you than any of those you might judge. None of us are superior To think so is pure arrogance, Thinking others inferior Highlights only your ignorance.
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 7:54 AM UTC
Guilty?
We've been conditioned to project our Shadow onto all that's around us and then begrudge the faults we find. Self-fulfilling prophecies and confirmation biases: If you look hard enough for something you're bound to find it especially when you're subconsciously projecting it. We've been trained to let our Shadow speak for us, to act for us instead of confronting it and integrating it; many act as a puppet to their Shadow few (if any) are truly holistic in the realm of mind. The Shadow is a powerful backseat driver: it knows what you fear, what you desire, who you hate, and what you can't stand. It is the manifestation of those parts of yourself you'd sooner forget than have over for tea. The Shadow is not something that can be discarded or destroyed it is only a powerful source of energy and inspiration that will run you over if you give it the chance; it will make a zombie out of you. A creature dominated by Shadow can be said to be a Demon; a vessel for evil, a conduit for the Shadow's destructive potential: We live in a demonic society. By this definition, an evil society. A society that uses the powers of manifestation and Shadow to breed hate and suffering as opposed to utilizing them to help preclude such torment. It isn't just isolated to any one country; it is a plague upon the people of Earth the whole planet over for the Shadow is an integral part of the human mind and anyone can fall victim to it. With all these counter-examples of maturity and fairness it's a wonder anyone has any morality to speak of.
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Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 4:54 PM UTC
Shadow
We've been conditioned to project our Shadow onto all that's around us and then begrudge the faults we find. Self-fulfilling prophecies and confirmation biases: If you look hard enough for something you're bound to find it especially when you're subconsciously projecting it. We've been trained to let our Shadow speak for us, to act for us instead of confronting it and integrating it; many act as a puppet to their Shadow few (if any) are truly holistic in the realm of mind. The Shadow is a powerful backseat driver: it knows what you fear, what you desire, who you hate, and what you can't stand. It is the manifestation of those parts of yourself you'd sooner forget than have over for tea. The Shadow is not something that can be discarded or destroyed it is only a powerful source of energy and inspiration that will run you over if you give it the chance; it will make a zombie out of you. A creature dominated by Shadow can be said to be a Demon; a vessel for evil, a conduit for the Shadow's destructive potential: We live in a demonic society. By this definition, an evil society. A society that uses the powers of manifestation and Shadow to breed hate and suffering as opposed to utilizing them to help preclude such torment. It isn't just isolated to any one country; it is a plague upon the people of Earth the whole planet over for the Shadow is an integral part of the human mind and anyone can fall victim to it. With all these counter-examples of maturity and fairness it's a wonder anyone has any morality to speak of.
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and who's to stop me? management have managed their time productively.                                        shudder to think                                        they'd begrudge a                                        subordinate the time                                        to blast their feelings                                        off the clock. leaning over window panes that lack balconies to catch their workers.                                      my 1-1s have started and ended                                      with a heart in my mouth                                      making it harder for the words                                      'i quit' to get out. can i just pivot off of can i just piggyback can we just swivel can i put a pin in you and sew up the wounded look that face carries to the coffee machine every lunch Oskar take some sick leave or just leave at this point we haven't identified your fit and our culture of inclusion excludes delays in action i just don't understand how personal problems seep into the workplace what its been five months which is half the time you were with him can't it just be let go? just let me go you're being let go i want to let go.                                                     ~ HR will be in touch. ~
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Aug 19, 2022
Aug 19, 2022 at 5:52 AM UTC
HR ASKED ME TO TURN OFF THE OFFICE SPEAKER PAST 8PM
and who's to stop me? management have managed their time productively.                                        shudder to think                                        they'd begrudge a                                        subordinate the time                                        to blast their feelings                                        off the clock. leaning over window panes that lack balconies to catch their workers.                                      my 1-1s have started and ended                                      with a heart in my mouth                                      making it harder for the words                                      'i quit' to get out. can i just pivot off of can i just piggyback can we just swivel can i put a pin in you and sew up the wounded look that face carries to the coffee machine every lunch Oskar take some sick leave or just leave at this point we haven't identified your fit and our culture of inclusion excludes delays in action i just don't understand how personal problems seep into the workplace what its been five months which is half the time you were with him can't it just be let go? just let me go you're being let go i want to let go.                                                     ~ HR will be in touch. ~
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Ingrid sat on the brick wall of the bomb site her hands in her lap her untidy hair held in place with wire grips the plain grey cardigan and dress had food stains here and there you sat beside her in jeans and bought for you cowboy shirt the Saturday film matinée just seen suppose I'd best be home Ingrid said before Dad gets back he doesn't know I went to the pictures and he'll say it's a waste of money but it's only 6d you said surely he wouldn't begrudge you that? she said nothing but stood up and brushed down her dress best go she said wait a while you said let's buy some chips before you leave I've no more money she said I have you replied patting your jean's pocket ********* the 6 shooter toy gun hanging at your waist best not she said if Dad sees me he'll go off the deep end she stood there half undecided chips with salt and vinegar and maybe an onion or two you added giving her a look your head to one side she bit her lip as she fingered her cardigan but Mum said not to be late Ingrid said sometimes they throw in a slice of bread and butter you said especially for kids if you give them I'm starved look she smiled her hands going into the cardigan pockets what if he sees me go in there? she said he won't you said he couldn't see the end of his nose without getting dizzy you said anyway he might not be back until later she shrugged and then said ok if we're quick and so you stood up and walked her up Meadow Row and across the road to the fish and chip shop and bought 2 bags of chips and onions and 2 slices of bread and butter because you both gave that we're starved gaze you walked her back down Meadow Row eating in silence she eating ravenously her fingers busy her mouth opening and closing once you'd finished and you'd stuffed the waste chip papers into a bin by the grocer's shop she said thank you that was scrumptious and she kissed your cheek and walked off and across Rockingham Street towards the Square at the top by the entrance with arms crossed grim face Ingrid's father stood scowling standing there.
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Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 2:51 AM UTC
THE COST OF A BAG OF CHIPS.
Ingrid sat on the brick wall of the bomb site her hands in her lap her untidy hair held in place with wire grips the plain grey cardigan and dress had food stains here and there you sat beside her in jeans and bought for you cowboy shirt the Saturday film matinée just seen suppose I'd best be home Ingrid said before Dad gets back he doesn't know I went to the pictures and he'll say it's a waste of money but it's only 6d you said surely he wouldn't begrudge you that? she said nothing but stood up and brushed down her dress best go she said wait a while you said let's buy some chips before you leave I've no more money she said I have you replied patting your jean's pocket ********* the 6 shooter toy gun hanging at your waist best not she said if Dad sees me he'll go off the deep end she stood there half undecided chips with salt and vinegar and maybe an onion or two you added giving her a look your head to one side she bit her lip as she fingered her cardigan but Mum said not to be late Ingrid said sometimes they throw in a slice of bread and butter you said especially for kids if you give them I'm starved look she smiled her hands going into the cardigan pockets what if he sees me go in there? she said he won't you said he couldn't see the end of his nose without getting dizzy you said anyway he might not be back until later she shrugged and then said ok if we're quick and so you stood up and walked her up Meadow Row and across the road to the fish and chip shop and bought 2 bags of chips and onions and 2 slices of bread and butter because you both gave that we're starved gaze you walked her back down Meadow Row eating in silence she eating ravenously her fingers busy her mouth opening and closing once you'd finished and you'd stuffed the waste chip papers into a bin by the grocer's shop she said thank you that was scrumptious and she kissed your cheek and walked off and across Rockingham Street towards the Square at the top by the entrance with arms crossed grim face Ingrid's father stood scowling standing there.
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Fight, fight! Through these hallowed halls, The chalkboards that seem to scream, "Rah, rah! You're trapped within these walls, And all is not as they seem! 'Brilliant!' You may say, and 'Brilliant!' you may be, But the cramping hands, begrudge, And no match are you for these cackling C's, And a brain that just won't budge— Oh hark! Hear! Oh the scribbles far and near! Watch your own blank page! And know why white is the color of fear, My dear, where is your sage?" " 'Tis here!" Cry I, and gnash with my teeth, The grit that lies wherein, For what shall be, my God will bequeath: The writ that lies within.
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Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 9:25 AM UTC
Entrance exam song
People tell me I'm crazy To feel the way I feel Becuase it's all superficial It's based on nothing real I know in my heart How great a person you are And that can't be fake Or it wouldn't have gotten this far But I am really scared Of feeling this way I'm scared someone better Will take you away It's happened before And it could again Because you're truly amazing Others will see it, and, what then? What then for us? It just won't be I don't begrudge you happiness I just wish it was with me It would be so easy To just walk away now To never find out what could be But that won't do somehow I'll take a chance on you I'll put my heart on the line It could just work for us It could all be fine
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Feb 26, 2011
Feb 26, 2011 at 6:22 AM UTC
Distant Hearts
The trailblazers hellraisers want to learn to fly, but first must learn to try and not begrudge the birds their wings or beaks or things. It's each to his own and birds have flown for centuries while man looked on quite jealously, until Wilbur and Orville an unlikely looking pair, built a weird looking craft that flew into the air and there the story lies. Man no longer separated from the skies but flying catatonic,supersonic,chronically intoxicated by machines that he's created. It will all come to pass that when we run out of kerosene and natural gas, we'll recognise that flying free is but a dream and then we'll see that wings are meant for birds and no amount of whirlygigs,tornadoes,migs can change the fact that we were made to walk.
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Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 5:31 AM UTC
Gulls
THIS:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jCHL9b6nBXA (sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCII) Watch Paul McCartney's erm, debut of thence That soulful number "Yesterday." and they'll What, eh?  If's not the song itself t'avail, How 'bout John Lennon's snide remark for sense To Ringo, was't?  As if there was fr'intents This rivalry which could not in betrayl Be satisfied to have Paul up (sans bail?) Alone on stage where all the girls cooed hence. As if they did not cry for John in tour, And that by name, he must begrudge it too? I'm just a child in sheer compare as twere, Yet "all grown-up" now to effect, see through Their boyish ways and fall in love, though's poor. While "Yesterday's" notes never fail to woo. 22Mar19b
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Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 9:50 PM UTC
Don't Ask Me Where THIS Came From...
I don't pretend to know why Eve ate the apple but I know she's not the one who ****** us. He created Her for Him. A Marionett made on a whim, discarded. The predesecor to the ****** Mother. Mary, I'm so sorry. I wonder who realised first their limbs had strings?   A lamb and a shepard Born for slaughter. We were all daughters once. I sat through sermons week in, week out, never a doubt about where I was meant to fit. Meek Mild Submissive Mother I wonder what my daughters opinion is on having never been born. I stopped reading the bible before I could discover the word for a Childless Mother but I'm pretty sure it's Women. What does that make me. When I eat an apple, I like to cut it into slices and eat each segment individually.   I'll throw away the seeds, nibble at the core, discard the skin. We were told she took a bite but I often wonder just how Eve committed her sin and what is taste like. I do not begrudge Eve the apple. I begrudge Adam the audactiy to ask for a partner in suffering.
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Aug 27, 2021
Aug 27, 2021 at 1:12 PM UTC
Acidic Molasses
is a personal choice. It is well within One's realm of power to rise above what One has been to learn from One's own mistakes and to augment and amend the standards of quality to which One chooses to hold One's Self. Edification is not simply a lofty pipe dream achieved only by perhaps a few past geniuses; it is the perpetual act of active mental cultivation, taming One's Mind that One may lead it that in turn it may propel One upon the Path rather than One merely being dragged along for the ride of a lifetime. Edification is a personal choice. Begrudge not they who seem to choose to overlook it, though they may well begrudge you your vernacular; for it is they who cheat themselves with some grandiose mass-produced delusion of comfort and they thereby **** themselves to forever wallow in their own putrid and vile irk and ire. And, in the self-absorbed yet self-nihilistic process, do they cheat us all of an edified society! Even so, perhaps even more so, with that withstanding, it is of utmost importance not to begrudge them their disedified state, for pray they wallow not in malice, but in ignorance; for all it takes is perseverance and knowing One's Self. Aye, there's the rub.
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Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 2:23 PM UTC
Edification
*I wonder Is the sun jealous of the moon Or the fork of the spoon Does the pencil envy the pen Just a little, now and then Does the tree begrudge the flower Or the minute of the hour Does the computer resent the phone Because it has to stay at home I wonder*
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Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 2:58 AM UTC
I wonder