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Dec 21, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC
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Birds have their homes. This bird made this world, Its own home. When other birds struggled To make friends beyond their homes, This bird made followers and comrades, Transformed them The perseverent leaders of a challenging mission It put its foot on Argentina and Set its victorious fight in Cuba. Availed losses in Congo Voiced and breathed every millisecond Struggled recklessly for a mission, Freedom, peace & prosperity of all its fellow birds Beyond borders. The most superior of the superior birds With an infinite and complex strings of cunningness Put an end to this bird in Bolivia. At the end, the bird failed Fell a prey for other selfish birds. As a root that fell and Buried itself in the soil with an infinite power. To give hope and shelter, To all those who come under it, For the near future and coming generations The bird died! But its mission ignited the phoenix flames In its bird comrades. Got them to fight for Every drop of Injustice, Imperialism and hatred That came racing towards them As an inescapable bullet Their hearts raised in spirit When every drop of its thought Hit them more fierce than The world’s most powerful atomic bomb. The bird died. But its ideals for the mission Rekindled the fires in their heart. Being born an ordinary bird, Fighting for the most demanded & toughest mission, Its thought and principles Set new leaders to fight the unattainable mission Now, looking the most possible Within an attaining distance The bird lived its life, An ordinary and the most challenging one. But transformed a phoenix, When it left the world. And created more of Daring Phoenix warriors; Attain a world filled with peace and happiness.
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Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 9:14 AM UTC
L16081995
Phoenix for the humanity
Birds have their homes. This bird made this world, Its own home. When other birds struggled To make friends beyond their homes, This bird made followers and comrades, Transformed them The perseverent leaders of a challenging mission It put its foot on Argentina and Set its victorious fight in Cuba. Availed losses in Congo Voiced and breathed every millisecond Struggled recklessly for a mission, Freedom, peace & prosperity of all its fellow birds Beyond borders. The most superior of the superior birds With an infinite and complex strings of cunningness Put an end to this bird in Bolivia. At the end, the bird failed Fell a prey for other selfish birds. As a root that fell and Buried itself in the soil with an infinite power. To give hope and shelter, To all those who come under it, For the near future and coming generations The bird died! But its mission ignited the phoenix flames In its bird comrades. Got them to fight for Every drop of Injustice, Imperialism and hatred That came racing towards them As an inescapable bullet Their hearts raised in spirit When every drop of its thought Hit them more fierce than The world’s most powerful atomic bomb. The bird died. But its ideals for the mission Rekindled the fires in their heart. Being born an ordinary bird, Fighting for the most demanded & toughest mission, Its thought and principles Set new leaders to fight the unattainable mission Now, looking the most possible Within an attaining distance The bird lived its life, An ordinary and the most challenging one. But transformed a phoenix, When it left the world. And created more of Daring Phoenix warriors; Attain a world filled with peace and happiness.
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I hope my good old ******* holds out 60 years it's been mostly OK Tho in Bolivia a fissure operation survived the altiplano hospital-- a little blood, no polyps, occasionally a small hemorrhoid active, eager, receptive to phallus coke bottle, candle, carrot banana & fingers - Now AIDS makes it shy, but still eager to serve - out with the dumps, in with the condom'd ******** friend - still rubbery muscular, unashamed wide open for joy But another 20 years who knows, old folks got troubles everywhere - necks, prostates, stomachs, joints-- Hope the old hole stays young till death, relax March 15, 1986, 1:00 PM
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Allen Ginsberg
Sphincter
I hope my good old ******* holds out 60 years it's been mostly OK Tho in Bolivia a fissure operation survived the altiplano hospital-- a little blood, no polyps, occasionally a small hemorrhoid active, eager, receptive to phallus coke bottle, candle, carrot banana & fingers - Now AIDS makes it shy, but still eager to serve - out with the dumps, in with the condom'd ******** friend - still rubbery muscular, unashamed wide open for joy But another 20 years who knows, old folks got troubles everywhere - necks, prostates, stomachs, joints-- Hope the old hole stays young till death, relax March 15, 1986, 1:00 PM
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Mi cuate         Mi socio                  Mi hermano Aparcero         Camarado                  Compañero Mi pata         M´hijito                  Paisano... He aquí mis vecinos. He aquí mis hermanos. Las mismas caras latinoamericanas de cualquier punto de America Latina: Indoblanquinegros Blanquinegrindios Y negrindoblancos Rubias bembonas Indios barbudos Y negros lacios Todos se quejan: -¡Ah, si en mi país no hubiese tanta política...! -¡Ah, si en mi país no hubiera gente paleolítica...! -¡Ah, si en mi país no hubiese militarismo, ni oligarquía ni chauvinismo ni burocracia ni hipocresía ni clerecía ni antropofagia... -¡Ah, si en mi país... Alguien pregunta de dónde soy (Yo no respondo lo siguiente): Nací cerca del Cuzco admiro a Puebla me inspira el ron de las Antillas canto con voz argentina creo en Santa Rosa de Lima y en los orishás de Bahía. Yo no coloreé mi Continente ni pinté verde a Brasil amarillo Perú roja Bolivia. Yo no tracé líneas territoriales separando al hermano del hermano. Poso la frente sobre Río Grande me afirmo pétreo sobre el Cabo de Hornos hundo mi brazo izquierdo en el Pacífico y sumerjo mi diestra en el Atlántico. Por las costas de oriente y occidente doscientas millas entro a cada Océano sumerjo mano y mano y así me aferro a nuestro Continente en un abrazo Latinoamericano.
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Nicomedes Santa Cruz
América latina
Mi cuate         Mi socio                  Mi hermano Aparcero         Camarado                  Compañero Mi pata         M´hijito                  Paisano... He aquí mis vecinos. He aquí mis hermanos. Las mismas caras latinoamericanas de cualquier punto de America Latina: Indoblanquinegros Blanquinegrindios Y negrindoblancos Rubias bembonas Indios barbudos Y negros lacios Todos se quejan: -¡Ah, si en mi país no hubiese tanta política...! -¡Ah, si en mi país no hubiera gente paleolítica...! -¡Ah, si en mi país no hubiese militarismo, ni oligarquía ni chauvinismo ni burocracia ni hipocresía ni clerecía ni antropofagia... -¡Ah, si en mi país... Alguien pregunta de dónde soy (Yo no respondo lo siguiente): Nací cerca del Cuzco admiro a Puebla me inspira el ron de las Antillas canto con voz argentina creo en Santa Rosa de Lima y en los orishás de Bahía. Yo no coloreé mi Continente ni pinté verde a Brasil amarillo Perú roja Bolivia. Yo no tracé líneas territoriales separando al hermano del hermano. Poso la frente sobre Río Grande me afirmo pétreo sobre el Cabo de Hornos hundo mi brazo izquierdo en el Pacífico y sumerjo mi diestra en el Atlántico. Por las costas de oriente y occidente doscientas millas entro a cada Océano sumerjo mano y mano y así me aferro a nuestro Continente en un abrazo Latinoamericano.
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You once said I read too much Le Carré or maybe Guevara, which could be true but I’m really just a hillbilly at heart with dreams of going to Chile with you on a fast boat running guns, but no más because you, you can dream forever without ever remembering who I was lying in your bed somewhere in Argentina reading Borges, wearing that black beret you brought with you from Bolivia, sweet Olivia, daydreaming of nights with Che.
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Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 10:22 PM UTC
r-2
Daydreaming of nights
You once said I read too much Le Carré or maybe Guevara, which could be true but I’m really just a hillbilly at heart with dreams of going to Chile with you on a fast boat running guns, but no más because you, you can dream forever without ever remembering who I was lying in your bed somewhere in Argentina reading Borges, wearing that black beret you brought with you from Bolivia, sweet Olivia, daydreaming of nights with Che.
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Yong Marx, yet to die, jumped out of an air-conditioned car, a journey Berlin to Bombay as the Dream merchant of Utopia metamorphosed him into a subhuman white bearded national bourgeoisie. The third world girl who was climbing a tree without Motorcycle- Diaries hung to her clothe looked like an Engelian mistake possibly not from Cuba, Zambia or Bolivia, certainly not a Soviet artefact. Alienation, self-affirmation and all unlike modes of production confused his surplus brain. The dichotomy of imaginings and reality with the girl proven anti-thesis kafkaesqued him an added ****** struggle. A shift in his struggle with a smile on her lips gave a hint of welcome to her Animal Farm. He did get inside. The moulded furniture, preoccupied sickle and the lacking exploitation left him a disappointing proletariat grin. She opened her mouth, blue words did not discharge. Neither the mid wife nor the revolution pumped her conscience. He got up, disappointed, alarmed, cursed the chap who misdirected to a class-less renewed pattern. “Comrade” she said shaking his hands, the blood did stir for a moment but the fight less slant , **** suits and her distant reality pained the rationalist. The amusingly alienated young Marx jumped into his car and left for utopia.
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Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
Gaye
When Marx came home
Yong Marx, yet to die, jumped out of an air-conditioned car, a journey Berlin to Bombay as the Dream merchant of Utopia metamorphosed him into a subhuman white bearded national bourgeoisie. The third world girl who was climbing a tree without Motorcycle- Diaries hung to her clothe looked like an Engelian mistake possibly not from Cuba, Zambia or Bolivia, certainly not a Soviet artefact. Alienation, self-affirmation and all unlike modes of production confused his surplus brain. The dichotomy of imaginings and reality with the girl proven anti-thesis kafkaesqued him an added ****** struggle. A shift in his struggle with a smile on her lips gave a hint of welcome to her Animal Farm. He did get inside. The moulded furniture, preoccupied sickle and the lacking exploitation left him a disappointing proletariat grin. She opened her mouth, blue words did not discharge. Neither the mid wife nor the revolution pumped her conscience. He got up, disappointed, alarmed, cursed the chap who misdirected to a class-less renewed pattern. “Comrade” she said shaking his hands, the blood did stir for a moment but the fight less slant , **** suits and her distant reality pained the rationalist. The amusingly alienated young Marx jumped into his car and left for utopia.
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Con las virtudes que olvidé me puedo hacer un traje nuevo? Por qué los ríos mejores se fueron a correr en Francia? Por qué no amanece en Bolivia desde la noche de Guevara? Y busca allí a los asesinos su corazón asesinado? Tienen primero gusto a lágrimas las uvas negras del desierto?
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Pablo Neruda
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Con las virtudes que olvidé me puedo hacer un traje nuevo? Por qué los ríos mejores se fueron a correr en Francia? Por qué no amanece en Bolivia desde la noche de Guevara? Y busca allí a los asesinos su corazón asesinado? Tienen primero gusto a lágrimas las uvas negras del desierto?
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In a place created By the hands of the minoritized regiment "Immigrant" has somehow become a bad word                                      an insult                                      a curse Immigrant, arrogant, delicate Dedicated to the saving of our lives The protection of our wives and children, the fear in their eyes It's evident your estimate's incorrect A guestimate on its hind legs You scared? Hesitant, eloquent, sentiment The settlement you created and forced us in Reminiscent of that place where we've been Pushing against discrimination because of the color of our skin And you teach your kin Such words of sin Look down your noses at us, you and your tie pin Tryna get signed in Bring mine in Eyes cryin. Blue skies and Bold lyin. You didn't give us time You didn't let us find your way, tryna get in line Tryna stay, I'm just tryna just tryna From Mexico, China to Puerto Rico, Brazil, Drinkin my Jamaican *** From Hindustan, Kazakhstan to Bolivia, Thailand, rock the wrong drum. Liberia, Ethiopia to London. We all came or were tryna come. You deported us, afforded, and so we sat ignored, deplored. Unsure of any light so we fight for what's downright ours and tonight, We bring our standards to new heights It'll be tight, and we'll bite. And we'll stand on our toes So everybody knows We stood for our rights.
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Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 12:12 PM UTC
MyNameIsAlexanderHamilton
"IMMIGRANT"
In a place created By the hands of the minoritized regiment "Immigrant" has somehow become a bad word                                      an insult                                      a curse Immigrant, arrogant, delicate Dedicated to the saving of our lives The protection of our wives and children, the fear in their eyes It's evident your estimate's incorrect A guestimate on its hind legs You scared? Hesitant, eloquent, sentiment The settlement you created and forced us in Reminiscent of that place where we've been Pushing against discrimination because of the color of our skin And you teach your kin Such words of sin Look down your noses at us, you and your tie pin Tryna get signed in Bring mine in Eyes cryin. Blue skies and Bold lyin. You didn't give us time You didn't let us find your way, tryna get in line Tryna stay, I'm just tryna just tryna From Mexico, China to Puerto Rico, Brazil, Drinkin my Jamaican *** From Hindustan, Kazakhstan to Bolivia, Thailand, rock the wrong drum. Liberia, Ethiopia to London. We all came or were tryna come. You deported us, afforded, and so we sat ignored, deplored. Unsure of any light so we fight for what's downright ours and tonight, We bring our standards to new heights It'll be tight, and we'll bite. And we'll stand on our toes So everybody knows We stood for our rights.
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*On horseback, they chase you, But you are light and you are gaining distance. On horseback, they chase you, and you laugh along with the hoof beats. Your smile catches sun, and you have never been scared of bullets.* I wanted to remember your smell Even after we stopped having Anything to talk about I wanted to remember how your Skin shivered, warm and desperate Even deep into my dreams There was a day when you rode on my Handlebars and we moved like Water through canyons There was a day when we traced Each other's shadows as big as Gallows in the dust I keep having this dream of the spring of 1887: I go out to bring the cattle in, but they are all dead. Frozen to death. And floating down thawing rivers. I keep having this dream of Bolivia: we are cornered after robbing a payroll and I am glad you are not with us. The last thing I remember is your smile catching sun
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Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
holly-salvatore
Butch and Etta
*On horseback, they chase you, But you are light and you are gaining distance. On horseback, they chase you, and you laugh along with the hoof beats. Your smile catches sun, and you have never been scared of bullets.* I wanted to remember your smell Even after we stopped having Anything to talk about I wanted to remember how your Skin shivered, warm and desperate Even deep into my dreams There was a day when you rode on my Handlebars and we moved like Water through canyons There was a day when we traced Each other's shadows as big as Gallows in the dust I keep having this dream of the spring of 1887: I go out to bring the cattle in, but they are all dead. Frozen to death. And floating down thawing rivers. I keep having this dream of Bolivia: we are cornered after robbing a payroll and I am glad you are not with us. The last thing I remember is your smile catching sun
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Living the dream and living the cliche On route around the world Ticking boxes off the bucket list And collecting souvenirs A poncho in Peru Bag in Bolivia Charm in Chile Amber skin in Australia A tatoo in Thailand And bandaged bruises in Bangkok Living in the moment Helped me do it all ​
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
macstoire
Living the Cliche
Living the dream and living the cliche On route around the world Ticking boxes off the bucket list And collecting souvenirs A poncho in Peru Bag in Bolivia Charm in Chile Amber skin in Australia A tatoo in Thailand And bandaged bruises in Bangkok Living in the moment Helped me do it all ​
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I first found Sundance bleeding in the desert like a dog. Dirt stuck to him in broken window panes, he bent his neck toward me in parts. Spoke through eyes red like Arizona rock. ******* was so ***** looked like the desert spat him up. Turns out it was the next town over. 

They’d never done a proper hanging, before. 
What happens when you’ve never done a proper hanging before is loose hands. Loose hands have a tendency toward knives. Sheriff sort of looked like a cross, on his back, that big knife stickin’ straight up like a piece of glass. Almost looked like Christ, all curled up, shining bright, golden in all that dust. Sundance drowned the devil in the Rio Grande. Sundance had hands that were ****** quick. I once saw him on a slow day. Even then, they didn’t get to see the lightning, people on the wrong end. 
All they got was that black-hole barrel. Must have looked like a third eye, on the other side. 
 Must have looked like a sunset. Sundance’s tequila-blues, a little shimmer, orange, red. Six sunsets in three seconds he was that quick. 
In Bolivia we met two hundred Federalies 
and I first saw him shake. 

 He said everything’s upside-down on the other side of the equator and sunsets happen the wrong ****** direction here. Said we got lazy and let the Texas spin us over the wrong way. I bet he was quick enough to see the lightning before the black. Sundance told me when the world ends, it’ll start in Texas. Said there’s a few canyons there that’ll swallow the whole ****** planet if we’re not too careful. Said we’ll be wakin’ up next to ****** snakes, before anyone notices.
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Feb 15, 2012
Feb 15, 2012 at 6:31 AM UTC
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Sundance
I first found Sundance bleeding in the desert like a dog. Dirt stuck to him in broken window panes, he bent his neck toward me in parts. Spoke through eyes red like Arizona rock. ******* was so ***** looked like the desert spat him up. Turns out it was the next town over. 

They’d never done a proper hanging, before. 
What happens when you’ve never done a proper hanging before is loose hands. Loose hands have a tendency toward knives. Sheriff sort of looked like a cross, on his back, that big knife stickin’ straight up like a piece of glass. Almost looked like Christ, all curled up, shining bright, golden in all that dust. Sundance drowned the devil in the Rio Grande. Sundance had hands that were ****** quick. I once saw him on a slow day. Even then, they didn’t get to see the lightning, people on the wrong end. 
All they got was that black-hole barrel. Must have looked like a third eye, on the other side. 
 Must have looked like a sunset. Sundance’s tequila-blues, a little shimmer, orange, red. Six sunsets in three seconds he was that quick. 
In Bolivia we met two hundred Federalies 
and I first saw him shake. 

 He said everything’s upside-down on the other side of the equator and sunsets happen the wrong ****** direction here. Said we got lazy and let the Texas spin us over the wrong way. I bet he was quick enough to see the lightning before the black. Sundance told me when the world ends, it’ll start in Texas. Said there’s a few canyons there that’ll swallow the whole ****** planet if we’re not too careful. Said we’ll be wakin’ up next to ****** snakes, before anyone notices.
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Taxi from El Alto spirals towards the clogged streets A thousand metres down from hell to high-rise Thanksgiving in America a daily struggle in Bolivia Street lamp effigies signal certain death to thieves Two bodies on road surrounded by yellow tape Hombres sleep-like stillness an uncovered curiosity This morning neither knew it would be their last Fifty police listen to chief behind mahogany lectern Death brings them 15 minutes of news-time fame Cars and peasants pass by with unheeding speed Is death the end or just another part of life in La Paz?
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Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 9:35 AM UTC
ian-beckett
Life & Death in La Paz
Taxi from El Alto spirals towards the clogged streets A thousand metres down from hell to high-rise Thanksgiving in America a daily struggle in Bolivia Street lamp effigies signal certain death to thieves Two bodies on road surrounded by yellow tape Hombres sleep-like stillness an uncovered curiosity This morning neither knew it would be their last Fifty police listen to chief behind mahogany lectern Death brings them 15 minutes of news-time fame Cars and peasants pass by with unheeding speed Is death the end or just another part of life in La Paz?
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“Hello” The sudden garland of a voice like mild rain on a searing day; refreshing invigorating. It is a calm mercurial accent Bolivia or Macedonia? But there were so many and “how they do vary.” Distinct and irregular voices. I took their lips for my mask And played their words like new dances for my breath. Their garlands rooted in my throat spoke a whispering cadence of euphoria So when I speak the graffiti of their lives is scrawled across my tongue. In all the rounding sound of my scattered vocabulary each and every relationship utters it words From the cradling of my mother to the last beady threads of goodbye not one word belongs to me. I speak with the tongues of men And of angels
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 4:16 AM UTC
chris-weallans
Glossolalia
“Hello” The sudden garland of a voice like mild rain on a searing day; refreshing invigorating. It is a calm mercurial accent Bolivia or Macedonia? But there were so many and “how they do vary.” Distinct and irregular voices. I took their lips for my mask And played their words like new dances for my breath. Their garlands rooted in my throat spoke a whispering cadence of euphoria So when I speak the graffiti of their lives is scrawled across my tongue. In all the rounding sound of my scattered vocabulary each and every relationship utters it words From the cradling of my mother to the last beady threads of goodbye not one word belongs to me. I speak with the tongues of men And of angels
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I've got meat It came across continent Born in Peru And bred in Bolivia But now in Aus Perhaps my poverty will starve it?
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Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC
macstoire
Meat
I've got meat It came across continent Born in Peru And bred in Bolivia But now in Aus Perhaps my poverty will starve it?
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Perhaps instead of expecting things Expecting everything to end the way you think, It is better to leave them to the unknown. To leave them empty so as you travel, As you evolve… And the pages will follow.
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Oct 28, 2012
Oct 28, 2012 at 2:02 AM UTC
andrea-5
Bolivia
Perhaps instead of expecting things Expecting everything to end the way you think, It is better to leave them to the unknown. To leave them empty so as you travel, As you evolve… And the pages will follow.
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decisions are based on forgetfulness the agony of the sick child inside of me i can't walk any further, i can't stay here don't want to jump in front of an express train the image of my little daughter is present the way she utters the words "papa" and "hi" papa is daddy in german, i want to live on i want to die, i don't want to die in pity dying an old man is better than suicide the strings of despair are the strings of hope route 36 / bolivia / white frost / toxic faces glaciers of doubts / silverred bloodstream my heart is beating on 888 beats per minute battlerapping is a good weapon against depression been writing against the opponent called myself it is never about the others but about inner struggle in long-term rehab, there are many psychologists, speeding through the aisles of responsibility around us are deep and darkgreen forests and hills we are isolated from human civilization to heal i fear the day of my return into the city of money and sins the innocence of my two children is tattooed on my body how could i **** their images by taking my own life? right now, i am listening to the strings of despair and hope by the end of the day, each letter will have become dust a golden lion with a twinkling mane is protecting me he is a disciple of god and thinks he is just a toy god's power is greater than every single human act nothingness was before him and he created nothingness
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Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 7:56 AM UTC
maxneumann
Fog In The Head
decisions are based on forgetfulness the agony of the sick child inside of me i can't walk any further, i can't stay here don't want to jump in front of an express train the image of my little daughter is present the way she utters the words "papa" and "hi" papa is daddy in german, i want to live on i want to die, i don't want to die in pity dying an old man is better than suicide the strings of despair are the strings of hope route 36 / bolivia / white frost / toxic faces glaciers of doubts / silverred bloodstream my heart is beating on 888 beats per minute battlerapping is a good weapon against depression been writing against the opponent called myself it is never about the others but about inner struggle in long-term rehab, there are many psychologists, speeding through the aisles of responsibility around us are deep and darkgreen forests and hills we are isolated from human civilization to heal i fear the day of my return into the city of money and sins the innocence of my two children is tattooed on my body how could i **** their images by taking my own life? right now, i am listening to the strings of despair and hope by the end of the day, each letter will have become dust a golden lion with a twinkling mane is protecting me he is a disciple of god and thinks he is just a toy god's power is greater than every single human act nothingness was before him and he created nothingness
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A nurse in Boulder snaps her suitcase closed. An Ohio surgeon drives to meet his plane. A well-digger packs her boots in Glasgow. Optical tools are stowed for the flight from Sydney. A dentist tucks her passport in its sleeve.            Faces of the kin they dearly love            read of blended pride and sorrow. But they must go where mercy calls. Their planes touch down across the globe - in Kenya, India, Bolivia, Sudan. Their clinics housed in shacks or tents. Their board, assembled huts or barracks. At day's first light their healing gifts begin.            Villagers faces glow with grateful love            as hope foretells a new tomorrow for loving help has come where it was called. The vaccine line ends at the nurse's station. New glasses bring a child the gift of sight. The dentist’s art relieves a father’s aching molar. The surgeon sets a fractured radius. Shouted joy acclaims a new well's teeming flow.             Let us praise that gentle love -             given from Delhi to Kilimanjaro - by those who came when they were called - by those who loved when mercy left no choice.
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Apr 4, 2025
Apr 4, 2025 at 1:17 PM UTC
robert-c-howard
ODE TO GRACE AND MERCY
A nurse in Boulder snaps her suitcase closed. An Ohio surgeon drives to meet his plane. A well-digger packs her boots in Glasgow. Optical tools are stowed for the flight from Sydney. A dentist tucks her passport in its sleeve.            Faces of the kin they dearly love            read of blended pride and sorrow. But they must go where mercy calls. Their planes touch down across the globe - in Kenya, India, Bolivia, Sudan. Their clinics housed in shacks or tents. Their board, assembled huts or barracks. At day's first light their healing gifts begin.            Villagers faces glow with grateful love            as hope foretells a new tomorrow for loving help has come where it was called. The vaccine line ends at the nurse's station. New glasses bring a child the gift of sight. The dentist’s art relieves a father’s aching molar. The surgeon sets a fractured radius. Shouted joy acclaims a new well's teeming flow.             Let us praise that gentle love -             given from Delhi to Kilimanjaro - by those who came when they were called - by those who loved when mercy left no choice.
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There is something in the dark room of Russia. Some of the dead were among the "Christmas trees" to the east of China and Brazil. She used the weaknesses of Hannah. For many of the city's words, keep the streets out of the sun; healthy lifestyle, animals, almonds and anthropogenic foods for demigods or mothers in the Italian language, and her needle legs, the blue uranium blues, the north and the omega, the angels of the Gentle Glory. The West and the Cat of St. Mary, a collection of notices and laws that steal the cancellation of my friend. Happy, Brazil, Italy, China, Good Christian Brochure, Paris, France and Roma Church in The Netherlands, Uganda, Nigeria, Publishing in New York. The Good African Aristotle Sister's General Tousfa Feet, Osea, Gabriel, Gabriel and Cindy, French, French Christian Samuel, Jordan, Jordan, Charlie: Also Saudi Arabia - Christianity? Home, India, Bahamas 2, Charles John, Patricia Bolivia, Julia, China, Youth, Japan, Japan. Well, the French ceilings once stood in a field. Swing elements in the window? English coffee mobile team, chemistry and well-known beach. Gold Bazaar, Africa Aussie-Byzantine Gold Bazaar Germany Germany Germany Germany Germany For many years the title of Germany in Germany Ma 'the azim is king. Outside or out in Russia. Blue, Blue, Blue, Italy, China, Good Christian, Washington, Lutey, Goals and California. Nerds Churchin The Netherlands, Uganda, Netherlands I am a friend of my friend Gabiolia or Nigeria. Academic Press york, new. Gabriel Quita, French, French, Christian Samuel Jordan, Charlie: Alps, Saudi Arabia - School, India, Bahamas 2, Charles John, Patricia Bolivia, Japan. Never, on the roof or in French. Write these members clearly? English coffee mobile team, chemistry and well-known beach. Robert Robertson, Sushi and Christian Black male United States Biowebstore Miami Star Cricket Green Bright Wedding Mother's Day Mother's Day Mother's Day Germany Germany Hot temper - American American Black Black Muslim Brotherhood Bissau Africa Africa Green Gold Terror German German Blood Germany Germany Germany and many cool cold years in Germany in two years, wild animals and animals are not king of the western king in Jamaica.
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Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 6:38 AM UTC
johnny-noiπ
the "Christmas trees" & her needle legs
There is something in the dark room of Russia. Some of the dead were among the "Christmas trees" to the east of China and Brazil. She used the weaknesses of Hannah. For many of the city's words, keep the streets out of the sun; healthy lifestyle, animals, almonds and anthropogenic foods for demigods or mothers in the Italian language, and her needle legs, the blue uranium blues, the north and the omega, the angels of the Gentle Glory. The West and the Cat of St. Mary, a collection of notices and laws that steal the cancellation of my friend. Happy, Brazil, Italy, China, Good Christian Brochure, Paris, France and Roma Church in The Netherlands, Uganda, Nigeria, Publishing in New York. The Good African Aristotle Sister's General Tousfa Feet, Osea, Gabriel, Gabriel and Cindy, French, French Christian Samuel, Jordan, Jordan, Charlie: Also Saudi Arabia - Christianity? Home, India, Bahamas 2, Charles John, Patricia Bolivia, Julia, China, Youth, Japan, Japan. Well, the French ceilings once stood in a field. Swing elements in the window? English coffee mobile team, chemistry and well-known beach. Gold Bazaar, Africa Aussie-Byzantine Gold Bazaar Germany Germany Germany Germany Germany For many years the title of Germany in Germany Ma 'the azim is king. Outside or out in Russia. Blue, Blue, Blue, Italy, China, Good Christian, Washington, Lutey, Goals and California. Nerds Churchin The Netherlands, Uganda, Netherlands I am a friend of my friend Gabiolia or Nigeria. Academic Press york, new. Gabriel Quita, French, French, Christian Samuel Jordan, Charlie: Alps, Saudi Arabia - School, India, Bahamas 2, Charles John, Patricia Bolivia, Japan. Never, on the roof or in French. Write these members clearly? English coffee mobile team, chemistry and well-known beach. Robert Robertson, Sushi and Christian Black male United States Biowebstore Miami Star Cricket Green Bright Wedding Mother's Day Mother's Day Mother's Day Germany Germany Hot temper - American American Black Black Muslim Brotherhood Bissau Africa Africa Green Gold Terror German German Blood Germany Germany Germany and many cool cold years in Germany in two years, wild animals and animals are not king of the western king in Jamaica.
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You tell your boss to Swivel ***** I will tell mine To stick my job up his **** We could even synchronise it Record it Editise it Turn that ************ Into art You can sell your mothers house And I can sell my grandmas flat Cash in all pensions and **** And that will be the end of that. Then move to Bolivia I hear they make Excellent crack.
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Oct 26, 2024
Oct 26, 2024 at 12:40 PM UTC
Jimmysilker
Crack rock retirement
You tell your boss to Swivel ***** I will tell mine To stick my job up his **** We could even synchronise it Record it Editise it Turn that ************ Into art You can sell your mothers house And I can sell my grandmas flat Cash in all pensions and **** And that will be the end of that. Then move to Bolivia I hear they make Excellent crack.
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take me away from this journey i am trapped in the land of placelessness blind / hypnotized route 36 / bolivia deaf / treated with ultrasound simultaneously scarcely knowing what all that means like a child who isn't listening to anyone i am feeling the rising of blood a wave of heat like sandstorms inevitability: willful / knowing / aware i am putting myself at risk of dying long ago i read about the risks and consequences of my drug abuse pervaded them intellectually while my heart remains deafly because of narcotics bitter, sear, aflutter and in panic there is just: one life one heart one body one man man what are you doing?!?! i am hollering into my inner embracing the envelope obsessed over bitterness numb love in the dungeon of plotted heavens lofty as never before is where i am running away from: every day * * * the rate of relapsing drug users is vast during the night when the wind is breezing mildly when the stones of the cities are breathing out the heat of the day while you are sneaking over the streets while you are sensing the smell of bitterness while you are experiencing yourself: more deeply more cleanly and more knowingly as before
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Sep 22, 2020
Sep 22, 2020 at 12:37 PM UTC
maxneumann
Of Longing And Greed (Edited Version)
take me away from this journey i am trapped in the land of placelessness blind / hypnotized route 36 / bolivia deaf / treated with ultrasound simultaneously scarcely knowing what all that means like a child who isn't listening to anyone i am feeling the rising of blood a wave of heat like sandstorms inevitability: willful / knowing / aware i am putting myself at risk of dying long ago i read about the risks and consequences of my drug abuse pervaded them intellectually while my heart remains deafly because of narcotics bitter, sear, aflutter and in panic there is just: one life one heart one body one man man what are you doing?!?! i am hollering into my inner embracing the envelope obsessed over bitterness numb love in the dungeon of plotted heavens lofty as never before is where i am running away from: every day * * * the rate of relapsing drug users is vast during the night when the wind is breezing mildly when the stones of the cities are breathing out the heat of the day while you are sneaking over the streets while you are sensing the smell of bitterness while you are experiencing yourself: more deeply more cleanly and more knowingly as before
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