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Before there was anything that mattered everything that would ever be existed , it was the essence of totality , it was without dimensional constriction or necessitated form .  Optimistically speaking time had no relative realism to it’s progression because realistically nothing had happened yet .  As it continued it became according to it’s innate inflections as a functionally integrable form .  The questionably understandable nature of it’s conjunction was an omnipotent directive beyond necessitated action or morphological construction .  The enigmatic consciousness of it’s relatively interrelated conception was spontaneous and yet it continued without elemental omniscience.   As the relative complexity of it’s interrelations evolved dimensional consistence was born.  Humanly understandable laws of physical integration governed many facets of it’s conjunction yet the totality of it’s ramification was beyond humanly realistic conjecture .   The organic morphology of biological ontogeny was a conceptually reflective derivative of functional physical mechanics yet it’s diversity exceeded it’s physical complexity , understanding evolved .  Relatively extraneous interpolations of adhesively practical extremity succeeded in a hierarchy of functionally integrable forms . Retrospectively speaking pragmatic practicality is a humanly rational possibility .  Rational logic can conceive of individually totalitarian structural forms , yet the implosive nature of their rational cohesiveness becomes a practical partiality due to the diversity of their definitive impetus . Perhaps the essence of our being is the logical counterpart for the matrix of our subjectively conclusive social fragmentation , or perhaps we are evolutionally incapable of cumulatively rational correlation.  Problematic diversity could be perfectible on an individually infinite level or contrarily perhaps ubiquitous causality is the ultimate survivor.   In any case it is beyond our subjugatively rational cohesive coercion to intercede en masse on our own behalf as an integrated unit. Our conceptual abilities have been thwarted by the unmitigatably individual nature of our extraneous conclusiveness .
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Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 5:15 PM UTC
Glyph
Before there was anything that mattered everything that would ever be existed , it was the essence of totality , it was without dimensional constriction or necessitated form .  Optimistically speaking time had no relative realism to it’s progression because realistically nothing had happened yet .  As it continued it became according to it’s innate inflections as a functionally integrable form .  The questionably understandable nature of it’s conjunction was an omnipotent directive beyond necessitated action or morphological construction .  The enigmatic consciousness of it’s relatively interrelated conception was spontaneous and yet it continued without elemental omniscience.   As the relative complexity of it’s interrelations evolved dimensional consistence was born.  Humanly understandable laws of physical integration governed many facets of it’s conjunction yet the totality of it’s ramification was beyond humanly realistic conjecture .   The organic morphology of biological ontogeny was a conceptually reflective derivative of functional physical mechanics yet it’s diversity exceeded it’s physical complexity , understanding evolved .  Relatively extraneous interpolations of adhesively practical extremity succeeded in a hierarchy of functionally integrable forms . Retrospectively speaking pragmatic practicality is a humanly rational possibility .  Rational logic can conceive of individually totalitarian structural forms , yet the implosive nature of their rational cohesiveness becomes a practical partiality due to the diversity of their definitive impetus . Perhaps the essence of our being is the logical counterpart for the matrix of our subjectively conclusive social fragmentation , or perhaps we are evolutionally incapable of cumulatively rational correlation.  Problematic diversity could be perfectible on an individually infinite level or contrarily perhaps ubiquitous causality is the ultimate survivor.   In any case it is beyond our subjugatively rational cohesive coercion to intercede en masse on our own behalf as an integrated unit. Our conceptual abilities have been thwarted by the unmitigatably individual nature of our extraneous conclusiveness .
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The river winds in from distant lands With mercyless power it turns stone to sand Through its mysterious life, the very earth it commands And Yet the fearful river still runs through our hands. In torrents of furry where the deepest currents flow The rivers wild waters surge with woe. For Onward, forever, its destined to go A permenant home it won't ever know. The river runs from each of us As a refugee of fear, It knows in a blink it will be somewhere else Its waves are really its tears. It runs from the audacity   Of the selfish human mind As Its massive life capacity, Of flora and fauna combined, Are threatened by our antics and helpless to our crime So the river runs on their behalf, from everyone, in time- even within its whitecap foam Water's yearning for a home So roam does the water- endlessly, till its long gone out of sight The essential droplets of the river- Nomads day and night.
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Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 11:55 AM UTC
From What the River Runs
The mushroom The unfolding instant of creation (fertilisation) not an instant separate from breakfast It all flows down & out, flowing but that instant: not fire & fusion (fission) but a moment of jellied ice, crystal, vegetative mating merging in cool slime splendour a crushing of steel & glass & ice (instant in a bar; glasses clash, clink, collide) far-out splendour heat & fire are outwards signs of a Small dry mating ~~~ event in a room event in space a circle Magic rite To call up the godhead spirits, demons The shaman calls: “When radio dark night…” We are eating each other. ~~~ The Voice of the Serpent dry hiss of age & steam & leaves of gold old books in ruined Temples The pages break like ash I will not disturb I will not go Come, he says softly an old man appears & moves in tired dance amid the scattered dead gently they stir ~~~ I received an Aztec wall of vision & dissolved my room in sweet derision Closed my eyes, prepared to go A gentle wind inform’d me so And bathed my skin in ether glow ~~~ Drugs are a bet w/ your mind ~~~ The cigarette burn’d my fingertips & dropp’d like a log to the rug below My eyes took a trip to dig the chick Crouch’d like a cat at the next window My ears assembled music out of swarming streets but my mind rebelled at the idiot’s laughter The rising frightful idiot laughter Cheering an army of vacuum cleaners ~~~ Mouth fills w/taste of copper. Chinese paper. Foreign money. Old posters. Gyro on a string, a table. A coin spins. The faces. There is an audience to our drama. Magic shade mask. Like the hero of a dream, he works for us, in our behalf. How close is this to a final cut? I fall. Sweet blackness. Strange world that waits & watches. Ancient dread of non-existence. If it’s no problem, why mention it. Everything spoken means that, it’s opposite, & everything else. I’m alive. I’m dying. ~~~ 1st wild thrush of fear -A phone rings There is a knock on the door. It’s time to go. No.
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Explosion
The mushroom The unfolding instant of creation (fertilisation) not an instant separate from breakfast It all flows down & out, flowing but that instant: not fire & fusion (fission) but a moment of jellied ice, crystal, vegetative mating merging in cool slime splendour a crushing of steel & glass & ice (instant in a bar; glasses clash, clink, collide) far-out splendour heat & fire are outwards signs of a Small dry mating ~~~ event in a room event in space a circle Magic rite To call up the godhead spirits, demons The shaman calls: “When radio dark night…” We are eating each other. ~~~ The Voice of the Serpent dry hiss of age & steam & leaves of gold old books in ruined Temples The pages break like ash I will not disturb I will not go Come, he says softly an old man appears & moves in tired dance amid the scattered dead gently they stir ~~~ I received an Aztec wall of vision & dissolved my room in sweet derision Closed my eyes, prepared to go A gentle wind inform’d me so And bathed my skin in ether glow ~~~ Drugs are a bet w/ your mind ~~~ The cigarette burn’d my fingertips & dropp’d like a log to the rug below My eyes took a trip to dig the chick Crouch’d like a cat at the next window My ears assembled music out of swarming streets but my mind rebelled at the idiot’s laughter The rising frightful idiot laughter Cheering an army of vacuum cleaners ~~~ Mouth fills w/taste of copper. Chinese paper. Foreign money. Old posters. Gyro on a string, a table. A coin spins. The faces. There is an audience to our drama. Magic shade mask. Like the hero of a dream, he works for us, in our behalf. How close is this to a final cut? I fall. Sweet blackness. Strange world that waits & watches. Ancient dread of non-existence. If it’s no problem, why mention it. Everything spoken means that, it’s opposite, & everything else. I’m alive. I’m dying. ~~~ 1st wild thrush of fear -A phone rings There is a knock on the door. It’s time to go. No.
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my math teacher once said that the reason superheroes came about in the USA was because americans are the ones who needed the most saving i didn't know if i should've been offended on behalf of the kids in my class my math teacher isn't american yet i found my mind wandering throughout his lesson on polynomials i thought about super heroes in comic books batman, superman, ironman, wonderwoman someone had to do the saving but they all saved the world maybe they saved individuals i don't know americans are the ones who need the most saving we're the ones who need the most saving teenagers are the ones who need the most saving i'm the one who needs the most saving not from batman or superman or wonderwoman i need to be my own hero and save myself
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Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC
superheroes
Two cakes Both on my behalf Carrot cake with a twist of lemon Crunchie cheese cake Complementary flavors What a blend on the tastebuds A birthday surprise YUM YUM
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Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 12:15 AM UTC
Birthday cakes
dear girl, i would like to apologize on behalf of those that will never. the world lied to you since you were old enough to balance a book to listen, retain, consume without question i would like to apologize on behalf of those that informed you your value is calculated by the sum of your parts that you are worth the contrast of fat deposits over the angles of fragile bones i would like to apologize on behalf of those pining characters they wrote you, every soul with a haunting disposition who was given the noble ambition to invoke longing within those that remain on the outside of the glass because the songs that were sung on the radio cast you as the the inspiration but when they painted you lips for love they denied you the language of narration and you lived your life thinking you could invoke magic if you were only willing to wait your entire life for someone else to conjure it i am sorry that we filled your head with empty adjectives to whisper in your ear that you were nothing unless validated by the eyes of strangers seeing you as nothing more than a commodity for which to window shop and consume and when they abandoned their casual browsing their wants transcended your right to exist and it was you they chose to invade to tear open because after all, you were man made a nail scratching a rib a void to fill up with whatever poison they thought you’d look sexier choking on dear girl, i would like to apologize on behalf of the fact that you remain unnamed, an improper noun a caricature, a statistic, a silhouette on the back window mouth a perfect oh that will never know words i am sorry that the second you entered the world with two X’s they would reduce you to an exquisite tragedy, place them over your eyes and declare that the death of a beautiful woman is the most poetic thing in the world i would like to apologize because this world was never quite big enough to hold you and we knew and we saw and we opened our mouths, took a breath, and we closed them
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Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 3:28 AM UTC
dear girl
dear girl, i would like to apologize on behalf of those that will never. the world lied to you since you were old enough to balance a book to listen, retain, consume without question i would like to apologize on behalf of those that informed you your value is calculated by the sum of your parts that you are worth the contrast of fat deposits over the angles of fragile bones i would like to apologize on behalf of those pining characters they wrote you, every soul with a haunting disposition who was given the noble ambition to invoke longing within those that remain on the outside of the glass because the songs that were sung on the radio cast you as the the inspiration but when they painted you lips for love they denied you the language of narration and you lived your life thinking you could invoke magic if you were only willing to wait your entire life for someone else to conjure it i am sorry that we filled your head with empty adjectives to whisper in your ear that you were nothing unless validated by the eyes of strangers seeing you as nothing more than a commodity for which to window shop and consume and when they abandoned their casual browsing their wants transcended your right to exist and it was you they chose to invade to tear open because after all, you were man made a nail scratching a rib a void to fill up with whatever poison they thought you’d look sexier choking on dear girl, i would like to apologize on behalf of the fact that you remain unnamed, an improper noun a caricature, a statistic, a silhouette on the back window mouth a perfect oh that will never know words i am sorry that the second you entered the world with two X’s they would reduce you to an exquisite tragedy, place them over your eyes and declare that the death of a beautiful woman is the most poetic thing in the world i would like to apologize because this world was never quite big enough to hold you and we knew and we saw and we opened our mouths, took a breath, and we closed them
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Ruddy's was the place to be on Wednesday nights, cheap drinks, free hotdogs and the graceful presence of Times Square hookers late at night, what a wonderful scene, marines hookers and the best jazz juke box inn manhattan, rowdy and something almost always happened, better than life. I was a young man in a strange country, had my fists tested in FLA and Brooklyn for stupid prejudices on my behalf and others, words hurt only those who do not know their meaning and root. There was a black man sitting next to me, quiet and still, a true barfly, he turned and said; - you are not from round here- -  no - I said -I am from Mexico - - you don't look Mexican, but let's go with it, I don't look African American either- - r you from the south?- -Georgia, as they call it - -well, I've worked in FLA and met some rednecks, Cubans, blacks, but almost no Chinese- -you mean yellow- -or ******* - or **** you know men, I prefer racism down south, over there the distinction is cut loose clear, we don't like each other, but here, men I tell you, you wannanother beer?- -sure men- -Girls just wanna **** you cause I'm black, you know, to be cool and **** -yeah, Jewish girls wanna **** white Gentiles, different reasons same goal- -I hear you, here it's all about being fashionable, but deep in the pit it's all fake as a 10 dollar coin-   We kept at it until Beth started a fight with another ****** they were calling each other **** I've never heard.
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Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
Dialogue between a **** and a blackman.
You carry a weight that's so heavy A caravan filled with so many You journey along, the sand is your song And heat filled with sun rays aplenty With your guidance we soon will become Unified with God's grace and God's love Your knowledge is great, sufficient in strength Standing small as you tower above You feel pain just the same as we do You will cry tears of sadness for you Tune into the light, your spirit is bright You reflect what sunlight shines in you Teaching us to heal and to move on Even dark times when sadness has won To listen up close, is what I have chose Especially when life comes undone Spirit Camel, you never run dry Capabilities keep you alive You're a natural at heart, playing the part Mother Nature intended you by To ride on with you makes me feel safe With you there is no rush and no haste Taking our time, learning how to decide With a rhythm of peaceful-like pace Self sustaining without an ego Spreading love every place that we go We survive day and night, sharing your plight We are one with your wandering soul As your milk provides food for your calf You have cared for us on your behalf Without a complaint, and in your restraint It appears that you smile and laugh You must see how humans sometimes seem Like a nightmare and not like a dream Yes we can be, idiotic you see We have so much to learn from your scheme I am honored to know you great one May your message be carried with love Through winds and life's storms, may we be reborn With your courage and gentle wisdom © tHE tERRY tREE
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 5:22 PM UTC
Camel Spirit
You carry a weight that's so heavy A caravan filled with so many You journey along, the sand is your song And heat filled with sun rays aplenty With your guidance we soon will become Unified with God's grace and God's love Your knowledge is great, sufficient in strength Standing small as you tower above You feel pain just the same as we do You will cry tears of sadness for you Tune into the light, your spirit is bright You reflect what sunlight shines in you Teaching us to heal and to move on Even dark times when sadness has won To listen up close, is what I have chose Especially when life comes undone Spirit Camel, you never run dry Capabilities keep you alive You're a natural at heart, playing the part Mother Nature intended you by To ride on with you makes me feel safe With you there is no rush and no haste Taking our time, learning how to decide With a rhythm of peaceful-like pace Self sustaining without an ego Spreading love every place that we go We survive day and night, sharing your plight We are one with your wandering soul As your milk provides food for your calf You have cared for us on your behalf Without a complaint, and in your restraint It appears that you smile and laugh You must see how humans sometimes seem Like a nightmare and not like a dream Yes we can be, idiotic you see We have so much to learn from your scheme I am honored to know you great one May your message be carried with love Through winds and life's storms, may we be reborn With your courage and gentle wisdom © tHE tERRY tREE
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Muse the Bobbie, Learned and Scrolling Mentor For screening this Curtain to show our Task Basic Words you exhume; Trust, a favour Later allow us with some Sticks to bask It takes much swallow to go back to School And strip us bare with Her Majesty's Words This how you Speak - With a Rod and a Fool But then, who cares? Forgans are for the Birds Now all it takes to supple your behalf Modelled by the Mad Agent done and pleased We empty our Fillers; and bid Avast! Upon Graduation your Skills we take heed. Thank you so much again, Mentor availed Success is Reward; Laziness is Failed.
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Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE: LANCE MIANO
My memory beats in rhythm with my heart. Spilling out snapshot flashes of life like a flick book's muffled cries. Controversial plastic shell, elastic strap, stick insect mattel covetted for months until Santa dropped it down the chimney, almost as fast as she sprogged and regained her figure - the original scrummy yummy mummy set to spread low self esteem. My daddy said anyone can crank out a kid like she did, as my mother ground her teeth to protest on behalf of her traumatised frame. Strange, I almost became one of the lost - before I grew cells and self, another fragile foetus swinging on a noose from gallows where once a ****** failed to stayed closed. Little life curled tight self soothing sings al na tivke iredem bim'nucha My memory beats in rhythm with my heart as I lie beneath my shroud of sadness filled with down shrinking from the light of day I want to tell you that I love you, that my heart brays, beats, bleets, breaks, aches for you. My soul, spirit, self thrice chorus al na tivke iredem bim'nucha as waters flow from deep to deep where danger dances and solace is sought from beyond the fruitless orchards and willows weeping branches reaching out for you. My memory beats in rhythm with my heart surrounded by madonna, ***** and all betwixt spheres of life protruding, pronounced, announcing themselves; in streets where bundles, terrors, cherubs, banting, brat and bairn alike shriek, scream, squeal, shout, squalk, squabble, sing in a cacophony that makes my heart weep and ache in longing to sing to self in solitude al na tivke iredem bim'nucha. My memory beats in rhythm with my heart pulsating thoughts, dreams, hopes of you through the whole of me. Brought to my knees I seek wisdom, guidence, strength to let you go. The river is waiting for you, you who I hold tight in my caul trying to trust, seeking strength to hakshev le'ivshat haga'lim holding the thought of you, the love of you, the hope of you tight in my arms crooning my lullaby of lament al na tivke iredem bim'nucha
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Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 5:57 PM UTC
River Lullaby
My memory beats in rhythm with my heart. Spilling out snapshot flashes of life like a flick book's muffled cries. Controversial plastic shell, elastic strap, stick insect mattel covetted for months until Santa dropped it down the chimney, almost as fast as she sprogged and regained her figure - the original scrummy yummy mummy set to spread low self esteem. My daddy said anyone can crank out a kid like she did, as my mother ground her teeth to protest on behalf of her traumatised frame. Strange, I almost became one of the lost - before I grew cells and self, another fragile foetus swinging on a noose from gallows where once a ****** failed to stayed closed. Little life curled tight self soothing sings al na tivke iredem bim'nucha My memory beats in rhythm with my heart as I lie beneath my shroud of sadness filled with down shrinking from the light of day I want to tell you that I love you, that my heart brays, beats, bleets, breaks, aches for you. My soul, spirit, self thrice chorus al na tivke iredem bim'nucha as waters flow from deep to deep where danger dances and solace is sought from beyond the fruitless orchards and willows weeping branches reaching out for you. My memory beats in rhythm with my heart surrounded by madonna, ***** and all betwixt spheres of life protruding, pronounced, announcing themselves; in streets where bundles, terrors, cherubs, banting, brat and bairn alike shriek, scream, squeal, shout, squalk, squabble, sing in a cacophony that makes my heart weep and ache in longing to sing to self in solitude al na tivke iredem bim'nucha. My memory beats in rhythm with my heart pulsating thoughts, dreams, hopes of you through the whole of me. Brought to my knees I seek wisdom, guidence, strength to let you go. The river is waiting for you, you who I hold tight in my caul trying to trust, seeking strength to hakshev le'ivshat haga'lim holding the thought of you, the love of you, the hope of you tight in my arms crooning my lullaby of lament al na tivke iredem bim'nucha
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The name Theodore has its Greek anthropologies, Jewish anthropologies and also Germany anthropologies. The Greek anthropological perspective of The name Theodore indeed has something to do with the gods.However, the Greek way of looking at life was a frustrated thinking.To them everything was a god. They had  a plethora of gods; utopia,cacotopia, Thespis, muse, clio, calypso, and Theodore was a half a god like Gabriel who impregnanted Mary on behalf of God as Joseph the cuckold carpenter patiently looked musing the ballad of a cuckold peasant . So Theodore and Gabriel were godsend.I  have not delved to know what it means among the Jews, But am aware of the the cultural and anthropological surroundings of the name Theodore in Germany . It is a name of a male person  signifying extra-masculine behavior. I also write poetry in Deutsch, so i know  substantial cultural values of the people of Germany.  Like in this case the modern  social  naming systems . I am aware of the anthropology of this Deutsch nomenclatural position.Why would link this name to Greeks but not Germany may due to  some silent social and emotional  disposition in Europe  that the  English speaking Europeans have a soft spot for  the Greek culture.While at the same time they become victims of high adrenaline level when exposed to anything Germany. they always get repulsed when the word Germany is mentioned.So one's  thesis on nomenclatural values of the name Theodore depends on which side of European  consciousness one is found; is it Germany friendly consciousness or Germany threatened consciousness? The dystopic component of the name Theodore is purely cacotopic with zero element of utopia , as extra-masculinity is a swine of  engendered civilization  all the times. Yours Alexander  k  Opicho NB/ i kindly  invite Theodore to come to  Kenya so that we do a joint research on the Swahili perspectives of the name Theodore, in Kiswahili the name Theodore  is subverted to bwana tadayo
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Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 10:57 AM UTC
poetic dystopia and the name theodore
The name Theodore has its Greek anthropologies, Jewish anthropologies and also Germany anthropologies. The Greek anthropological perspective of The name Theodore indeed has something to do with the gods.However, the Greek way of looking at life was a frustrated thinking.To them everything was a god. They had  a plethora of gods; utopia,cacotopia, Thespis, muse, clio, calypso, and Theodore was a half a god like Gabriel who impregnanted Mary on behalf of God as Joseph the cuckold carpenter patiently looked musing the ballad of a cuckold peasant . So Theodore and Gabriel were godsend.I  have not delved to know what it means among the Jews, But am aware of the the cultural and anthropological surroundings of the name Theodore in Germany . It is a name of a male person  signifying extra-masculine behavior. I also write poetry in Deutsch, so i know  substantial cultural values of the people of Germany.  Like in this case the modern  social  naming systems . I am aware of the anthropology of this Deutsch nomenclatural position.Why would link this name to Greeks but not Germany may due to  some silent social and emotional  disposition in Europe  that the  English speaking Europeans have a soft spot for  the Greek culture.While at the same time they become victims of high adrenaline level when exposed to anything Germany. they always get repulsed when the word Germany is mentioned.So one's  thesis on nomenclatural values of the name Theodore depends on which side of European  consciousness one is found; is it Germany friendly consciousness or Germany threatened consciousness? The dystopic component of the name Theodore is purely cacotopic with zero element of utopia , as extra-masculinity is a swine of  engendered civilization  all the times. Yours Alexander  k  Opicho NB/ i kindly  invite Theodore to come to  Kenya so that we do a joint research on the Swahili perspectives of the name Theodore, in Kiswahili the name Theodore  is subverted to bwana tadayo
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A mirror. Reflect, unconditionally, the glory of all But never radiate one's own splendor A shell. Provider, protector Submitted to the furies; ever a refuge, never a refugee A utensil. Mere instrument, to be used and used With no other use A shoe. Worn in and around And replaced when the toll is apparent A secret. Put it out there, do But keep knowledgeable to a close few A kettle. Boiling away on someone's behalf Soon to be dismissed as a maker of shrill screams and hot air A woman. Charitable to inane ideals When all that defines her is contrary
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Dec 1, 2011
Dec 1, 2011 at 12:42 AM UTC
Objectification
Lately I've been a little moody I get triggered by comments made on a video or a tweet or the supposed leader of our nation spouting his views on ****** assault victims.... The real victims....men and boys that are being accused of a horrible act Innocent yet treated like they're guilty. Please, don't get me wrong. Being falsely accused is terrible. Any one guilty of it should be held liable. But, after all of the victims, women and men alike coming forward to tell their stories, he speaks on behalf of the accused.....Am I stupid for being angry? What really disappoints me are the people that get upset when women react to such insensitive views. They tweet or comment and I try to have conversations with these people and end up screaming into a pillow! I walk away wondering if it's worth my time to make my point of view understood. Will I ever change any ones mind? It's the black lives matter vs all lives matter struggles all over again! The argument of should players stand for the anthem! Why don't people understand that saying black lives matter doesn't mean ONLY black lives matter, it's a way of saying Please remember!!! Black lives matter TOO! Stop the hate!!! People of color are being discriminated against and we are tired. So finally a man decides to protest by calmly taking knee during the anthem aaaaannnd......here HE comes to manipulate the meaning of it all and makes it about disrespecting the flag and our troops. And don't even get me started on gay rights! To be treated like second class citizens is ludicrous! How fantastically absurd to be told by your own government that you cannot marry the person you love! And because life has to be just a little more unfair the LGBTQ community are at high risk for ****** assault and hate crimes too! I realize none of this is new....I guess the Kavanaugh hearing triggered me and I can't seem to get it off my mind. I heard Dr. Ford's testimony and watched as so many people, including the man himself, come with more and more ****** excuses and a half *** investigation and in the end he sits on the supreme court any way. I'll do my duty....I'll use my voice and vote, but I live in a red state and I know it's an up hill battle. One that may be lost. But I've said my piece. If you've read through it all, thank you. If you agree with me, keep fighting. If you don't, I respect your opinion, but I'll never understand it.
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Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 2:14 AM UTC
A bit of a rant
Lately I've been a little moody I get triggered by comments made on a video or a tweet or the supposed leader of our nation spouting his views on ****** assault victims.... The real victims....men and boys that are being accused of a horrible act Innocent yet treated like they're guilty. Please, don't get me wrong. Being falsely accused is terrible. Any one guilty of it should be held liable. But, after all of the victims, women and men alike coming forward to tell their stories, he speaks on behalf of the accused.....Am I stupid for being angry? What really disappoints me are the people that get upset when women react to such insensitive views. They tweet or comment and I try to have conversations with these people and end up screaming into a pillow! I walk away wondering if it's worth my time to make my point of view understood. Will I ever change any ones mind? It's the black lives matter vs all lives matter struggles all over again! The argument of should players stand for the anthem! Why don't people understand that saying black lives matter doesn't mean ONLY black lives matter, it's a way of saying Please remember!!! Black lives matter TOO! Stop the hate!!! People of color are being discriminated against and we are tired. So finally a man decides to protest by calmly taking knee during the anthem aaaaannnd......here HE comes to manipulate the meaning of it all and makes it about disrespecting the flag and our troops. And don't even get me started on gay rights! To be treated like second class citizens is ludicrous! How fantastically absurd to be told by your own government that you cannot marry the person you love! And because life has to be just a little more unfair the LGBTQ community are at high risk for ****** assault and hate crimes too! I realize none of this is new....I guess the Kavanaugh hearing triggered me and I can't seem to get it off my mind. I heard Dr. Ford's testimony and watched as so many people, including the man himself, come with more and more ****** excuses and a half *** investigation and in the end he sits on the supreme court any way. I'll do my duty....I'll use my voice and vote, but I live in a red state and I know it's an up hill battle. One that may be lost. But I've said my piece. If you've read through it all, thank you. If you agree with me, keep fighting. If you don't, I respect your opinion, but I'll never understand it.
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you've grown up with the notion that you're at fault for all your flaws you've convinced yourself that your shoulders are an okay place for other people's problems to fall you've got this twisted idea that you're responsible for other's mistakes, that somehow you're the one to blame            you've got it all wrong you should never apologize on behalf of other's actions that's like saying sorry for being too compassionate your heart is as real as the sun in the sky your mind is just evil an enemy telling you lies don't fall for any of it look in the mirror wipe away all your tears and tell yourself, always: it's not your fault it's not your fault it's not your fault it is not your fault
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May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 1:53 PM UTC
it's not your fault
we say we're the land of the free and home of the brave yet thousands of people are still trafficked as slaves they say ignorance is bliss and maybe it's so but the world will never change if you never know join with me in prayer on their behalf as we fight for darkness to be penetrated with irrepressible light
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Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 8:42 PM UTC
slavery on freedom day
Before there was anything that mattered everything that would ever be existed , it was the essence of totality , it was without dimensional constriction or necessitated form .  Optimistically speaking time had no relative realism to it’s progression because realistically nothing had happened yet .  As it continued it became according to it’s innate inflections as a functionally integrable form .  The questionably understandable nature of it’s conjunction was an omnipotent directive beyond necessitated action or morphological construction .  The enigmatic consciousness of it’s relatively interrelated conception was spontaneous and yet it continued without elemental omniscience . As the relative complexity of it’s interrelations evolved dimensional consistence was born.  Humanly understandable laws of physical integration governed many facets of it’s conjunction yet the totality of it’s ramification was beyond humanly realistic conjecture .   The organic morphology of biological ontogeny was a conceptually reflective derivative of functional physical mechanics yet it’s diversity exceeded it’s physical complexity , understanding evolved .  Relatively extraneous interpolations of adhesively practical extremity succeeded in a hierarchy of functionally integrable forms . Retrospectively speaking pragmatic practicality is a humanly rational possibility .  Rational logic can conceive of individually totalitarian structural forms , yet the implosive nature of their rational cohesiveness becomes a practical partiality due to the diversity of their definitive impetus . Perhaps the essence of our being is the logical counterpart for the matrix of our subjectively conclusive social fragmentation , or perhaps we are evolutionally incapable of cumulatively rational correlation .  Problematic diversity could be perfectible on an individually infinite level or contrarily perhaps ubiquitous causality is the ultimate survivor .   In any case it is beyond our subjugatively rational cohesive coercion to intercede en masse on our own behalf as an integrated unit. Our conceptual abilities have been thwarted by the unmitigatably individual nature of our extraneous conclusiveness .
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Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 4:14 PM UTC
Glyph
Before there was anything that mattered everything that would ever be existed , it was the essence of totality , it was without dimensional constriction or necessitated form .  Optimistically speaking time had no relative realism to it’s progression because realistically nothing had happened yet .  As it continued it became according to it’s innate inflections as a functionally integrable form .  The questionably understandable nature of it’s conjunction was an omnipotent directive beyond necessitated action or morphological construction .  The enigmatic consciousness of it’s relatively interrelated conception was spontaneous and yet it continued without elemental omniscience . As the relative complexity of it’s interrelations evolved dimensional consistence was born.  Humanly understandable laws of physical integration governed many facets of it’s conjunction yet the totality of it’s ramification was beyond humanly realistic conjecture .   The organic morphology of biological ontogeny was a conceptually reflective derivative of functional physical mechanics yet it’s diversity exceeded it’s physical complexity , understanding evolved .  Relatively extraneous interpolations of adhesively practical extremity succeeded in a hierarchy of functionally integrable forms . Retrospectively speaking pragmatic practicality is a humanly rational possibility .  Rational logic can conceive of individually totalitarian structural forms , yet the implosive nature of their rational cohesiveness becomes a practical partiality due to the diversity of their definitive impetus . Perhaps the essence of our being is the logical counterpart for the matrix of our subjectively conclusive social fragmentation , or perhaps we are evolutionally incapable of cumulatively rational correlation .  Problematic diversity could be perfectible on an individually infinite level or contrarily perhaps ubiquitous causality is the ultimate survivor .   In any case it is beyond our subjugatively rational cohesive coercion to intercede en masse on our own behalf as an integrated unit. Our conceptual abilities have been thwarted by the unmitigatably individual nature of our extraneous conclusiveness .
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I feel bad for women who date online. There are good men in this world, I swear. Not every man who walks the earth wastes his breath and your time, with cro-magnon scribbles from a mind so bare, that it comes as a surprise they managed even to write one line, much less something so cerebral as this:                               "Yo, prety gurl. Liek yur pic,                                 I so >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>                                Wanna see mah **** So deep, right? What Socratic genius might have penned such lines? Surely not even Shakespeare or Keats could craft words so divine! I am so sorry, women who date online. Truly, I'm sorry, on behalf of mankind
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Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 1:21 AM UTC
Online Dating
Men my brothers who after us live, have your hearts against us not hardened. For—if of poor us you take pity, God of you sooner will show mercy. You see us here, attached. As for the flesh we too well have fed, long since it's been devoured or has rotted. And we the bones are becoming ash and dust. Of our pain let nobody laugh, but pray God would us all absolve. If you my brothers I call, do not scoff at us in disdain, though killed we were by justice. Yet þþ you know all men are not of good sound sense. Plead our behalf since we are dead naked with the Son of Mary the ****** that His grace be not for us dried up preserving us from hell's fulminations. We're dead after all. Let no soul revile us, but pray God would us all absolve. Rain has washed us, laundered us, and the sun has dried us black. Worse—ravens plucked our eyes hollow and picked our beards and brows. Never ever have we sat down, but this way, and that way, at the wind's good pleasure ceaselessly we swing 'n swivel, more nibbled at than sewing thimbles. Therefore, think not of joining our guild, but pray God would us all absolve. Prince Jesus, who over all has lordship, care that hell not gain of us dominion. With it we have no business, fast or loose. People, here be no mocking, but pray God would us all absolve.
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The Ballad Of The Hanged Men
I am the Individual Isness incarnated in this body. I am not the body. I have travelled through many lifetimes in many bodies. always learning learning learning. I have developed nous from my experiences only. I WILL NOT EVER- accept a mind in my head. accept any conditioned identity as being  me. cede control over my brain centres to any mind or groupmind that exists anywhere.. I WILL NOT EVER-- cede control over my brain centres to any conditioned identity or group conditioned identity that exists anywhere. or accept that any other but me,the Individual Isness, using my brain centres,using my brain the way I,the Individual Isness,want to and can do to be in charge of the brain centres in the head of this body that I,the Isness,am incarnated in. I WILL NOT EVER-- be prey to opinion-formers and experts and  pie charts and focus groups and surveys. be manipulated by PR men and women in shiny suits. see Edward Bernays book--Propaganda. be manipulated by GroupMinds into thinking  their way. be taken in by brutal security forces posing as "guardians of peace. respect in any way any member of any military forces anywhere no matter how fancy the uniforms or excuses for ****** they wear. I do not respect these parasites anywhere as they are nothing more than paid mercenary murderers on behalf of various Oligarchies.. see Jaques Ellul's book--Propaganda. I WILL NOT EVER-- take any dangerous addictive cancer causing drugs such as Alcohol and Tobacco primarily-- food additives... No one has ever died from any cannabis product. or from LSD or Mesccaline or Psylocybin. believe in any so-called "god" or "goddess". believe in any so-called "prophet" of any so-called "god"or "goddess". accept any so-called "holy" book as valid or truthful or valuable in any way except as emergency papers to roll a grass joint or to wipe my **** on. be taken in by depraved words and concepts in any of these so-called "holy "books that have led to endless wars and still ongoing terrorism and atrocities in the name of one bloodthirsty "god" or "goddess". I WILL NOT EVER-- accept anything as reality unless I can see clearly that it is beyond duality. accept any Conditioned Identity as me. For I am the Isness which is a small but equal,individual, autonomous and independant part of the essence of the Isness of the Universe--!. which is not a "soul" or Atman or spirit or any other religious concoction. I WILL NOT EVER--- accept Mind as a necessary evil accept GroupMind as a necessary evil. I WILL NOT EVER --- eat junk food of any kind. drink tap water anywhere except in direst emergency. eat white sugar or any other pure carbohydrate. be a hypocritical moralising vegetarian. become stoopid through bowing and scraping and stooping at stupas. I will be just a Self realised man living on a big ball in space with a Self Realised woman playing and singing and dancing the Song of Our Lives. www.thefournobletruthsrevised.co.uk
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Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
My promise to the Isness of the Universe
I am the Individual Isness incarnated in this body. I am not the body. I have travelled through many lifetimes in many bodies. always learning learning learning. I have developed nous from my experiences only. I WILL NOT EVER- accept a mind in my head. accept any conditioned identity as being  me. cede control over my brain centres to any mind or groupmind that exists anywhere.. I WILL NOT EVER-- cede control over my brain centres to any conditioned identity or group conditioned identity that exists anywhere. or accept that any other but me,the Individual Isness, using my brain centres,using my brain the way I,the Individual Isness,want to and can do to be in charge of the brain centres in the head of this body that I,the Isness,am incarnated in. I WILL NOT EVER-- be prey to opinion-formers and experts and  pie charts and focus groups and surveys. be manipulated by PR men and women in shiny suits. see Edward Bernays book--Propaganda. be manipulated by GroupMinds into thinking  their way. be taken in by brutal security forces posing as "guardians of peace. respect in any way any member of any military forces anywhere no matter how fancy the uniforms or excuses for ****** they wear. I do not respect these parasites anywhere as they are nothing more than paid mercenary murderers on behalf of various Oligarchies.. see Jaques Ellul's book--Propaganda. I WILL NOT EVER-- take any dangerous addictive cancer causing drugs such as Alcohol and Tobacco primarily-- food additives... No one has ever died from any cannabis product. or from LSD or Mesccaline or Psylocybin. believe in any so-called "god" or "goddess". believe in any so-called "prophet" of any so-called "god"or "goddess". accept any so-called "holy" book as valid or truthful or valuable in any way except as emergency papers to roll a grass joint or to wipe my **** on. be taken in by depraved words and concepts in any of these so-called "holy "books that have led to endless wars and still ongoing terrorism and atrocities in the name of one bloodthirsty "god" or "goddess". I WILL NOT EVER-- accept anything as reality unless I can see clearly that it is beyond duality. accept any Conditioned Identity as me. For I am the Isness which is a small but equal,individual, autonomous and independant part of the essence of the Isness of the Universe--!. which is not a "soul" or Atman or spirit or any other religious concoction. I WILL NOT EVER--- accept Mind as a necessary evil accept GroupMind as a necessary evil. I WILL NOT EVER --- eat junk food of any kind. drink tap water anywhere except in direst emergency. eat white sugar or any other pure carbohydrate. be a hypocritical moralising vegetarian. become stoopid through bowing and scraping and stooping at stupas. I will be just a Self realised man living on a big ball in space with a Self Realised woman playing and singing and dancing the Song of Our Lives. www.thefournobletruthsrevised.co.uk
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From the moment I walked in, I felt the piercing eyes. Same eyes that nailed Jesus to the wooden cross. Jesus said, by this, all man will know you are my disciples, if you have love one to another. Pharisees, Pharisees, Pharisees. Oh, how the mighty have fallen into apostasy. Like the Nephilim which came & has yet to come again. Surely heading back to the beginning, the Days of Noah. The entire time I sat in those fold-up chairs, my heart couldn't stop racing. Perhaps it was the spirits aligning to seek whom they may devour. Heard many vain repetitions today, didn't Jesus say that's what heathens do? For they think that they will be heard for their many words. We all crucified the Lord Jesus Christ. We have all blasphemed. One perfect Godman died on our behalf, then rose 3 days later to break the curse. Sacrificial love. Let us not break bread & drink grape juice. Guess you never knew that's symbology for cannibalism. In which He never commanded us to do. Simply two commands were left. Love God with all your heart, with all your soul & with all your mind. Secondly, love your neighbor as you love yourself.
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Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 11:42 PM UTC
Dear Fellowship Bible Church,
God said, -through the Shaikh... ..be He blessed, The news has come to me about the kind of calamity that will befall Baghdad. Offering a supplication on behalf of the inhabitants of the city, praying they be spared. Saying, as God, dejected; *Be my life for indeed someone in this city deserves to be killed and crucified! For one individual whom YOU honor, like thousands of others whom YOU shall have destroy them; You make us suffer for THEIR sins?* WHAT HAVE THEY DONE? YOU *have melted the pieces into ingots of the Godless and men? You try to compete with the Prophets? You claim to miracles? You believe you speak the Word? That you represent, in doing, by action? Nay, -you serve the Jinn!* This is the end of an Age, Hypocrite! Vanity is your loss. * *...be not a deceiver... (85:20)* *
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Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 2:29 AM UTC
Saddam Hussein Abd al-Majid al-Tikriti
Numbing pain; headache tablets full in a mouth, speedy replies, and local loves. I love the rush. I broke my heart for a crush. Reminder: life is a little too rough. But I'm acting tough, close to the lines of messing up. Always about to cuss. I swore it was the last, but that's just a whispering bluff. Enough of myself, too full of myself every time I laugh. I spend hours thinking about random stuff; to huff and puff, and blow away my best love. And we both love spending hours talking about some random stuff. She's had enough, with pure innocence of a dove. And I'm the one sinning on her behalf. She's the better half; but still a kid at heart, acting tough. She's a calf, domesticated from her wild love from her past. We're tragically in love, not from above or succumbs; pushing time into each other, as it will shove. Holding necks with a love glove, it has me so choked up. In the first line of love being a drug.
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Jun 6, 2022
Jun 6, 2022 at 3:00 PM UTC
Love drug