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i don't even know it cause I try not to show it but you dealing with lover slash poet start speaking in tongues and you wont even know it then your body start reacting, to what I am saying like i own it your actions speaking louder than words your body show it I got what you need cause I'm the main component you thirsty, then lets feed our lust is potnent
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Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 6:33 PM UTC
Lust
I am somebody Shot in the Head... Found the bullets. Coroner Said. A child of God struck dead. Gang related disputing Fools. Aiming cowardly bullets right at you. I guess praying prayers just won't do. There is no safe in these hard knocks realities' Truths. Our Sista child! Our mother child! All the while the bodies pile. Her body now adds to that 'the shootings aren't as bad as last year' body count. Can't even stand anywhere in your city NOW? Something has to truly give. There's a plague of rigid legalities, relaxed moralities, and political realities stealing the 'safe' from our dying breed. The Black man withering away in siphoning inequalities. Doubling unemployment stretches outward like a statistical wild fire.... Our present fact. There is a genocidal component to these criminal acts. Copyrighted (C) Published in the 2018 Edition of the Reconstructed Literary and Visual Journal at Governors State University.
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Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 11:30 AM UTC
**Chi Town Violence Steals Away the Community. **
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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Exquisite Unique Become what you seek What is complete? How deep is your deep? Experience each moment You've earned it own it Fractal Vibrations one component Love comes from the soul Penetrate fills hatreds holes Twisting time with rhythmic rhyme Reading signs put in these lines Witness all the mental smoke Instigator stab and poke Give it all till I'm broke Passion hitting in one big stroke Time to come alive Elevate each other we'll thrive More than survive Unknown we can dive Vibrate till I turn to dust Never taste the center eat my crust In rhymes I trust..so full I bust Flow so fluid I'll never rust Now I can be flashy..tell a tale Not a one hundred percent sometimes I fail Pierce my heart with a rusty nail Darkness takes over but love prevails Imagination stretch..memorize every turn Set fire to your mind feel the burn Knowledge from pain is how we learn Balance will reward you with what you earn Wisdom doesn't flow from all that speak Truths are hidden which is why we seek We all must climb to reach your peak Creates who we are..Exquisite...Unique!!
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Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
Exquisite..Unique
I'm Outstanding in a field While out standing in a field ....with these teachers C̵͍̞̓̄r̸̛͖̣͙̋̀ë̵̝͔́ä̶͎͕͉̈́t̶̢̠̍ͅǔ̵̹̠̖̊͠r̴̜̙̗̊̀e̷̡̢̜̕s̵͖͚̒̿ and prophets You'd think its an easy hike, but its more seagoing I see, means my ego pre-going: Just Color coding as another motif to talk with No Shovel loading this buffer coating some mock spit Of Sirrus winds and summer loving... Was it other living or utter loathing? No component, Native I'm Buffaloing Icarus took the fire and I took the flowin We've got the water  ̶̧̧̼̖͙͔̹̻͕͖̠̤̓͊̆͋̐̓͂̄̊̚̕͠r̵͍͔̮͒̿̎́̊̈́͝ ũ̸͖͇̟̯̅̌̈́̕͠ n̵̲̤̙̜̑̑̽͑ n̵̡̺̪͎̯̫͐́̉͜͜ ì̷̺͍̹́̓̈́ ṉ̸̣̪͓̗̤́̈̊̈́̀ g̵͓̲̺̙̘̤̞̦̺̥̓͋̈̇͌̈́̃́͂̍͝ Is it fear or love? Got the mother-loving is it dear or turtle-dove? Talking in terms of inhaling foxglove Stuck in the mud asking: What's the size of.... What are we in the Light of? Still: Growing like a d̶̰̊̿̈́̓̿̿̑̈́͆̈̅̕a̵̻̤̒̅͛̿̀̎͘i̷͎̜̰̯͆̏̚s̵̡̢̼̺̬̬̖͚̦͍̠͑̀̀̃̀͌́͛̈́̌͝ȳ̴̞͖͓̝̥̭̥̖̑͋̔̎̀͗͘ ̸̢̪͍̠͕̩̥̒̍̓͋̈̐͊̂̎̓͝ ̵̡͇̳̦̦̥̰̝̐͐͌̐̓͐̈̏̀͘̕ ̶̡̨̟̼̺̺̝͇̍̀̓̓̏͌́͗̓̂͆͠ Growing like my Day Be more than Dimebag lately Growling like I'm Day Z̶̯̲̹̠̙̊̏́͗̿̎̅͗͐̿̃ Standing tall // Just Massing Nation Is it all in my Imagination? Fountain passion Claim free Mountain Fashioned hazily Passion Painting with Green Sea Ripples passing freely through the sword I be puffin on a horn like G̶̹͎̓̄̃͛͂͐͐a̵̻͕͔̯̹̿̕͝b̶̧̛͔̙͙̰̭̯̥̩̉̅̅̿̂̃r̴̝̞͎͂͗̈ĭ̴̘̈́̄̽̃͂̑́̈́͘͠ȩ̷̞̹̮̃̑̌͛̂́̀͝ḷ̶̢̡̭̫͉̬͇̀͜ ̸͚̳̘̜̫̱͖͂̇̓̈́̂̽͂̀̒ (Pfu du duu do duuuu) Tougher than.... ~imagining_ All the rougher when we matching wings Most people here ~just gather things_ Always stuffing torn like here we go: (̷̛̰̼͕̰͊̂͆̿̅̀͝F̴̧̛͎͎̹͕̬͔͉̃͆̄̎͛̈͋͆̓̇͝ͅū̸̪͎̦̻͕̼͉̼͇̤̄̀̏̓̅͗͌ ̸̧͚̝̟͎̺̝̱͉̓͝ḑ̷̧̰̞̪̥͊̈̑̑̔͋͐͜͝͝ų̵̢̮̙͙̭̫̤̤̖̽̄̈́̀͒̅̀̕͜͝͠ ̷̨̨̥̩̘̱̘̓̉̈̈͌̃͊́̾̚͘d̷̺͛͂̏͑̂͛̊͛͘͝u̷̧͉̹̟͎͉̎̓̎̌ú̵̢̪̺̱̥͆̅́̄̈́̈̚͝ ̷̨̝̥̫̣̻͚̍̍͊͛͌̃͌̀̆̃̚͜͠ḑ̵̡̛͚͚̩͓̼̲͇̮͑̃̅͗̿̓͐͝ͅõ̵̢̰͎̹̥̫̺͍̎́͌̓ ̵͚̺̼͇͔̻̫͇̤̆̔͛͐͆̀̚͝ḑ̴̻̪̉̍͌̽̿̚̚̚ͅư̶̛̘͔̹̰̈́͒͑̍͐̎̈̈́̒͜û̶̬̮̙͍̺̬̯̻͚̺͌̂̌ͅu̴̞̫͓̭̮̽̽͌̊̄̃̔̎̃͘͠͠ŭ̷͎̎̉̆̈́̚͠)̷͖͔͔̤̗̋͛͜ Come and tumble Hear how can it sing... All the colors, Smatterings Can't muck with my energy Mastered the art of astral projection Grinding rice with mortar and pestle Just to Vortex the best view Motor no next to you Torn from the best of true R̶̯̞͕̭͠͝e̴̳̗̍͒ͅä̷͎̬́̀̋̂̕l̴̼͇̗̈́̿̈ỉ̶̙͔̤̓t̵̩͚͎̥͕͓̍̏̌̉ẏ̸̫͌ worn for the rest of you. Rolling free with no potent fees Taking liberties with the energies Got the water      ̶̧̧̼̖͙͔̹̻͕͖̠̤̓͊̆͋̐̓͂̄̊̚̕͠r̵͍͔̮͒̿̎́̊̈́͝R ũ̸͖͇̟̯̅̌̈́̕͠ Un̵̲̤̙̜̑̑̽͑ Nn̵̡̺̪͎̯̫͐́̉͜͜ Nì̷̺͍̹́̓̈́ Nṉ̸̣̪͓̗̤́̈̊̈́̀Gg̵͓̲̺̙̘̤̞̦̺̥̓͋̈̇͌̈́̃́͂̍͝ Is it fear or love? Got the mother-loving is it dear or dote? More like do or don't. Floating on the shore like: Heeere we go. Blowing on a horn with Gabriel : (̴̨̳̙͕̲̤̮͕̖̅͐̄̍͒́̎̋̌̈́̾͑̆͑̊̿̃̓͛̓̒͘͜͝F̴̧̢̨̹͎̖̼̝͚̤̥̖̰̭͕̳̖̩̘̜̝̩̟̠̩̝̘̰͎̜̮͖̓̏̾̔̉͗̈́̕͝ͅͅ  ȗ̶̡̳͕̘̲̜̳͖͉͇̮̟̪̬̜̜̩̥̻̝̭͓̥̍̍͂̈͆̉͗̎̈́͗̓́̑͊̋́͗̿͐̍̏̋̓̓͊̿̚͠   ̷̢̧̹͙̫̜̝̲͖̹̪͓̲̫̟̹͎̖̦̝̳̙͎͍͍̱̳̼̗͎̻͖̰̘̻͈̲͌̏̐̽̀̉̇̒͗́͑́͑͐̈͌̿͐̍̒̒̌̀̈͑̃̅͋̌͛͂̔́̀̍́̎̅̚̚͘͝ͅͅḑ̶̧̢͇͎͖̝̠͈͍̫̰̝̯͔͉̝͓͚̭͖̻͓̗̬̺̞̖͈̜͍̹̜̺̩͈̃̎̀̂͂́̀͂̄̐̍̆̈́́̈́̈̏̈́̉̿͒͋̈́̓̾̍̆̍̈͊͂̐̒̀̚͜͝͝͝͝ û̷͚̻̟̰͈̒̊͒̀̿̾͋̒͌̊̾̇̉́͆̅͒̈́̈̾̓̑͗̃̈́̓̄̀́́̽͗͘̚̕͘͝ ̵̡̢̢̡̢̘͍͉͕̠̮̤̗̻͈̯͙̲̳͎̪̹̗͓͈̟͕͇̃͒̋͒͒̉͊̎̂̽̋͋̈̀͊̅̔̒͐̋́͐̏͑͋͌͛̇͛̓̄̄̍͐ͅd̸͔͕̞̪̝̖̩͂̂̎̀͐͒̿͘ư̶̡̩͙͇̥͈͔̮̟͕̺͙̈̅̽̍̒͌͛͑͋̉̿̎̂̿́̈́̊͗̄̔̎̏̑̂̔̊̈́̕͝ͅ ư̸̧̡̼͈̲̰͓̹̗̩͓͙̹̯̹͊͐̒̾̆́̍̒̓͑̍̈́͆̉̀͘ ̷̢̧̺̩͕̟̙̳̜̩̗͔̻͕͈̥͈͖̩͇͈̠͉̩̈́̃̌̈́͌̇͂̓̐̇̍̏́̋̔͂̈́́̒̽́̓̓̚͜͜͝͠͝ d̷͔̮͓͖̉ ờ̷̧̨̡̛̛͓̗͉̪͖̼̜̬̜̦͎̻̙̖̣̠͈̳͊́̈́͊͋͊̉̈͒̔̐̄̌̎̀̈́̊̋̉̏̒̑͗͋̓̔̉̓̋͒̇͘͘͝͝͠͠ͅ ̷̳̦͙͙̤̺̜̥̖̬̮̰͈̣̗̙̮̬̈́̈́̾̂͆̓̈́ͅͅ d̵̛̳͈̗̋͊̓̒̅̿́͗́̒̂̈́̌͋̄̀́̌̄̈́͛͋̊̎̈́̓̉̕͠͝͝͠͝͠ư̵̘͚͔̫̮̭̖̱̞͔̦̩̹̱̺̺̝̬͖̜̼̬̮͎͚̪̼̯̫̳̜̙͓̥͎̳̥̻̾͆̄̋̅̂̃͒͛̿̐͒̿̊̌̓̈̅̃̒̈̈́̎̿̓̕͘͜͝͝͠͝͝ ư̴̡̧̢̧̦̭͍̮̜͓̫̪͇̖̤͙̻̮͉̭̯̙̞̥̗̱̩̞̞̼̟̱̟̦͚̼̲̼͚͈̈́͆̏͆̌̉̀͛͆͐͛̇̇̍̓̔̄͂͌̿̒̄́̌̕̚̕̕̕͝͝ ų̵̧̛͉̺̜͎̜̩͖̲̟͔̬̦̤̖͎̫͔͖̮͕̗̼͙̫̼̭̦͕̫͖͉̆͐̾̑͂͋͂̎̊͗̈́̂̕͘͜͝ͅͅ ư̶̛͙̠͆̓̃̀̍̄̔̄̇͗̀́̐́̌͂̋̑̏̄̑̕͠͠͝͝͝)̵̨̡̧̛̛̙͚̪̬̤͕̥̳̥̱̞̺͎̫̩͌́̈́̑̂̌̈͐͐͊̈́̇͐̍͒̓̓̀͐̃̆͐̓̍̀̐̃͑̕̕̕̕͝͝
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Oct 27, 2021
Oct 27, 2021 at 1:12 PM UTC
(-)en-erg-es(Z)
I'm Outstanding in a field While out standing in a field ....with these teachers C̵͍̞̓̄r̸̛͖̣͙̋̀ë̵̝͔́ä̶͎͕͉̈́t̶̢̠̍ͅǔ̵̹̠̖̊͠r̴̜̙̗̊̀e̷̡̢̜̕s̵͖͚̒̿ and prophets You'd think its an easy hike, but its more seagoing I see, means my ego pre-going: Just Color coding as another motif to talk with No Shovel loading this buffer coating some mock spit Of Sirrus winds and summer loving... Was it other living or utter loathing? No component, Native I'm Buffaloing Icarus took the fire and I took the flowin We've got the water  ̶̧̧̼̖͙͔̹̻͕͖̠̤̓͊̆͋̐̓͂̄̊̚̕͠r̵͍͔̮͒̿̎́̊̈́͝ ũ̸͖͇̟̯̅̌̈́̕͠ n̵̲̤̙̜̑̑̽͑ n̵̡̺̪͎̯̫͐́̉͜͜ ì̷̺͍̹́̓̈́ ṉ̸̣̪͓̗̤́̈̊̈́̀ g̵͓̲̺̙̘̤̞̦̺̥̓͋̈̇͌̈́̃́͂̍͝ Is it fear or love? Got the mother-loving is it dear or turtle-dove? Talking in terms of inhaling foxglove Stuck in the mud asking: What's the size of.... What are we in the Light of? Still: Growing like a d̶̰̊̿̈́̓̿̿̑̈́͆̈̅̕a̵̻̤̒̅͛̿̀̎͘i̷͎̜̰̯͆̏̚s̵̡̢̼̺̬̬̖͚̦͍̠͑̀̀̃̀͌́͛̈́̌͝ȳ̴̞͖͓̝̥̭̥̖̑͋̔̎̀͗͘ ̸̢̪͍̠͕̩̥̒̍̓͋̈̐͊̂̎̓͝ ̵̡͇̳̦̦̥̰̝̐͐͌̐̓͐̈̏̀͘̕ ̶̡̨̟̼̺̺̝͇̍̀̓̓̏͌́͗̓̂͆͠ Growing like my Day Be more than Dimebag lately Growling like I'm Day Z̶̯̲̹̠̙̊̏́͗̿̎̅͗͐̿̃ Standing tall // Just Massing Nation Is it all in my Imagination? Fountain passion Claim free Mountain Fashioned hazily Passion Painting with Green Sea Ripples passing freely through the sword I be puffin on a horn like G̶̹͎̓̄̃͛͂͐͐a̵̻͕͔̯̹̿̕͝b̶̧̛͔̙͙̰̭̯̥̩̉̅̅̿̂̃r̴̝̞͎͂͗̈ĭ̴̘̈́̄̽̃͂̑́̈́͘͠ȩ̷̞̹̮̃̑̌͛̂́̀͝ḷ̶̢̡̭̫͉̬͇̀͜ ̸͚̳̘̜̫̱͖͂̇̓̈́̂̽͂̀̒ (Pfu du duu do duuuu) Tougher than.... ~imagining_ All the rougher when we matching wings Most people here ~just gather things_ Always stuffing torn like here we go: (̷̛̰̼͕̰͊̂͆̿̅̀͝F̴̧̛͎͎̹͕̬͔͉̃͆̄̎͛̈͋͆̓̇͝ͅū̸̪͎̦̻͕̼͉̼͇̤̄̀̏̓̅͗͌ ̸̧͚̝̟͎̺̝̱͉̓͝ḑ̷̧̰̞̪̥͊̈̑̑̔͋͐͜͝͝ų̵̢̮̙͙̭̫̤̤̖̽̄̈́̀͒̅̀̕͜͝͠ ̷̨̨̥̩̘̱̘̓̉̈̈͌̃͊́̾̚͘d̷̺͛͂̏͑̂͛̊͛͘͝u̷̧͉̹̟͎͉̎̓̎̌ú̵̢̪̺̱̥͆̅́̄̈́̈̚͝ ̷̨̝̥̫̣̻͚̍̍͊͛͌̃͌̀̆̃̚͜͠ḑ̵̡̛͚͚̩͓̼̲͇̮͑̃̅͗̿̓͐͝ͅõ̵̢̰͎̹̥̫̺͍̎́͌̓ ̵͚̺̼͇͔̻̫͇̤̆̔͛͐͆̀̚͝ḑ̴̻̪̉̍͌̽̿̚̚̚ͅư̶̛̘͔̹̰̈́͒͑̍͐̎̈̈́̒͜û̶̬̮̙͍̺̬̯̻͚̺͌̂̌ͅu̴̞̫͓̭̮̽̽͌̊̄̃̔̎̃͘͠͠ŭ̷͎̎̉̆̈́̚͠)̷͖͔͔̤̗̋͛͜ Come and tumble Hear how can it sing... All the colors, Smatterings Can't muck with my energy Mastered the art of astral projection Grinding rice with mortar and pestle Just to Vortex the best view Motor no next to you Torn from the best of true R̶̯̞͕̭͠͝e̴̳̗̍͒ͅä̷͎̬́̀̋̂̕l̴̼͇̗̈́̿̈ỉ̶̙͔̤̓t̵̩͚͎̥͕͓̍̏̌̉ẏ̸̫͌ worn for the rest of you. Rolling free with no potent fees Taking liberties with the energies Got the water      ̶̧̧̼̖͙͔̹̻͕͖̠̤̓͊̆͋̐̓͂̄̊̚̕͠r̵͍͔̮͒̿̎́̊̈́͝R ũ̸͖͇̟̯̅̌̈́̕͠ Un̵̲̤̙̜̑̑̽͑ Nn̵̡̺̪͎̯̫͐́̉͜͜ Nì̷̺͍̹́̓̈́ Nṉ̸̣̪͓̗̤́̈̊̈́̀Gg̵͓̲̺̙̘̤̞̦̺̥̓͋̈̇͌̈́̃́͂̍͝ Is it fear or love? Got the mother-loving is it dear or dote? More like do or don't. Floating on the shore like: Heeere we go. Blowing on a horn with Gabriel : (̴̨̳̙͕̲̤̮͕̖̅͐̄̍͒́̎̋̌̈́̾͑̆͑̊̿̃̓͛̓̒͘͜͝F̴̧̢̨̹͎̖̼̝͚̤̥̖̰̭͕̳̖̩̘̜̝̩̟̠̩̝̘̰͎̜̮͖̓̏̾̔̉͗̈́̕͝ͅͅ  ȗ̶̡̳͕̘̲̜̳͖͉͇̮̟̪̬̜̜̩̥̻̝̭͓̥̍̍͂̈͆̉͗̎̈́͗̓́̑͊̋́͗̿͐̍̏̋̓̓͊̿̚͠   ̷̢̧̹͙̫̜̝̲͖̹̪͓̲̫̟̹͎̖̦̝̳̙͎͍͍̱̳̼̗͎̻͖̰̘̻͈̲͌̏̐̽̀̉̇̒͗́͑́͑͐̈͌̿͐̍̒̒̌̀̈͑̃̅͋̌͛͂̔́̀̍́̎̅̚̚͘͝ͅͅḑ̶̧̢͇͎͖̝̠͈͍̫̰̝̯͔͉̝͓͚̭͖̻͓̗̬̺̞̖͈̜͍̹̜̺̩͈̃̎̀̂͂́̀͂̄̐̍̆̈́́̈́̈̏̈́̉̿͒͋̈́̓̾̍̆̍̈͊͂̐̒̀̚͜͝͝͝͝ û̷͚̻̟̰͈̒̊͒̀̿̾͋̒͌̊̾̇̉́͆̅͒̈́̈̾̓̑͗̃̈́̓̄̀́́̽͗͘̚̕͘͝ ̵̡̢̢̡̢̘͍͉͕̠̮̤̗̻͈̯͙̲̳͎̪̹̗͓͈̟͕͇̃͒̋͒͒̉͊̎̂̽̋͋̈̀͊̅̔̒͐̋́͐̏͑͋͌͛̇͛̓̄̄̍͐ͅd̸͔͕̞̪̝̖̩͂̂̎̀͐͒̿͘ư̶̡̩͙͇̥͈͔̮̟͕̺͙̈̅̽̍̒͌͛͑͋̉̿̎̂̿́̈́̊͗̄̔̎̏̑̂̔̊̈́̕͝ͅ ư̸̧̡̼͈̲̰͓̹̗̩͓͙̹̯̹͊͐̒̾̆́̍̒̓͑̍̈́͆̉̀͘ ̷̢̧̺̩͕̟̙̳̜̩̗͔̻͕͈̥͈͖̩͇͈̠͉̩̈́̃̌̈́͌̇͂̓̐̇̍̏́̋̔͂̈́́̒̽́̓̓̚͜͜͝͠͝ d̷͔̮͓͖̉ ờ̷̧̨̡̛̛͓̗͉̪͖̼̜̬̜̦͎̻̙̖̣̠͈̳͊́̈́͊͋͊̉̈͒̔̐̄̌̎̀̈́̊̋̉̏̒̑͗͋̓̔̉̓̋͒̇͘͘͝͝͠͠ͅ ̷̳̦͙͙̤̺̜̥̖̬̮̰͈̣̗̙̮̬̈́̈́̾̂͆̓̈́ͅͅ d̵̛̳͈̗̋͊̓̒̅̿́͗́̒̂̈́̌͋̄̀́̌̄̈́͛͋̊̎̈́̓̉̕͠͝͝͠͝͠ư̵̘͚͔̫̮̭̖̱̞͔̦̩̹̱̺̺̝̬͖̜̼̬̮͎͚̪̼̯̫̳̜̙͓̥͎̳̥̻̾͆̄̋̅̂̃͒͛̿̐͒̿̊̌̓̈̅̃̒̈̈́̎̿̓̕͘͜͝͝͠͝͝ ư̴̡̧̢̧̦̭͍̮̜͓̫̪͇̖̤͙̻̮͉̭̯̙̞̥̗̱̩̞̞̼̟̱̟̦͚̼̲̼͚͈̈́͆̏͆̌̉̀͛͆͐͛̇̇̍̓̔̄͂͌̿̒̄́̌̕̚̕̕̕͝͝ ų̵̧̛͉̺̜͎̜̩͖̲̟͔̬̦̤̖͎̫͔͖̮͕̗̼͙̫̼̭̦͕̫͖͉̆͐̾̑͂͋͂̎̊͗̈́̂̕͘͜͝ͅͅ ư̶̛͙̠͆̓̃̀̍̄̔̄̇͗̀́̐́̌͂̋̑̏̄̑̕͠͠͝͝͝)̵̨̡̧̛̛̙͚̪̬̤͕̥̳̥̱̞̺͎̫̩͌́̈́̑̂̌̈͐͐͊̈́̇͐̍͒̓̓̀͐̃̆͐̓̍̀̐̃͑̕̕̕̕͝͝
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In symmetry and colors a notable image.. meditative model Hubble finding in night sky light years from here and Now.. ***Science musings: How created..?*** A creator or creation..? ***A centered aging binary system..?*** Polarity energy says it all..? The unusual shape? Sacred geometry expresses itself..? A definite torus.. All Reality and Consciousness expressed as Torus..? ***Boundaries of cones form an X..?*** Creation of symmetry interconnectedness recognized..? ***Why unusual colors Red and Blue..?*** Left and Right Male and Female oppositions prevail..? ***As hydrocarbon molecules colors building blocks for organic life..?*** Center Light transforming to component colors..? ***In a few million years the Red Rectangle nebula will probably bloom into a planetary nebula..*** New birth Now announced...?
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May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 3:14 PM UTC
Red Rectangle
Nights pass and I pick away at my skin. Supine in this hallowed hollow of unwashed bedsheets and detritus Spending my time, the most precious currency to date, trudging through virtual stacks of head shots of those I've known or half-known. A healthy reminder that you are alone. You are behind. You ****** up early, kid. You are behind in some sense, even if half the acquaintances pleasant or otherwise in your class are working jobs not much better than yours. What I really hate is seeing joy. Seeing these people and their ****** happiness, it's great.     Really strengthens the misanthropic beast I've been feeding all week     And it feels good, anger Especially when the only other things I'm used to feeling are     worried or     bored So its nice to indulge, I guess I don't have to look for something to fuel my complaints, my bitter unwarranted jealousy –     that's an annoying component –     the awareness –     this would all be much more enjoyable if I didn't notice these things about myself but noticing is a habit I've nourished     for years far exceeding     the time spent with a cigarette between my fingers
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Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 7:59 PM UTC
Quitting
I had forgotten what home felt like. The things most important to me were lost. The smells, tastes, soundscapes only I know. I had forgotten the touch of home. How it hugs me, Safe I remember all the laughter brought, and never have I forgotten my mistakes. I carry my home with me, But I had forgotten a key component. Home feels like home. No matter where I am, Or the choices I take, when I hug you it's home.
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Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC
Feels Like Home
I didn't mean to take a piece of you much less such an important component of your circulatory system how does your blood pump from head to toe? why did you let it go? My hands are soaked in its blood staining my pillows so I'll mail it to you by plane, I can say I gave you one last flight before leaving
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC
Untitled
You know how when You put a kettle on a stove, Maybe for tea Or something else maybe You get the kettle To put on the stove And you put water in it From the tap Or if you're in The inner city Then maybe from A jug From cvs Or rite aid I don't know which is closer To your kettle That you're putting the Water in To put on the stove But the tap smells funny And tastes like minerals And artificiality So if you have a bit of money, Maybe an on-tap Filter or brita You turn the little **** on the front Of the oven And you hear The distressed, hurried Sound of a component Desperately trying To do its job It seems like forever But it's just a couple Seconds The spark catches The gas And glorious blue Energy leaps out And causes Instant condensation On the side of the Kettle you've filled With water And put on the stove And then Primordial chemistry As old as old Changes **** Around inside No time For a chem lesson Just listen And then after a few minutes A blast of Piping hot Shrill Pure energy Explodes out of the top In an earsplitting Harried call To you to let you Know the kettle You put on the stove Is now ready For you. All that pressure, From so much activity, Before you even Turned the heat on You walked around Gathering materials And moving about And all the calories You burn thinking About it And then the Thermal activity Which is breathtaking In its simple But ever so complicated Perfect order And predictability And all of this simply Amazing process Culminates In one constant, High energy geyser Of released pressure. This is equivalent To the results Of one thought About you. What a life As a kettle. Yea.
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Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 11:07 PM UTC
--Arithmetic--
You know how when You put a kettle on a stove, Maybe for tea Or something else maybe You get the kettle To put on the stove And you put water in it From the tap Or if you're in The inner city Then maybe from A jug From cvs Or rite aid I don't know which is closer To your kettle That you're putting the Water in To put on the stove But the tap smells funny And tastes like minerals And artificiality So if you have a bit of money, Maybe an on-tap Filter or brita You turn the little **** on the front Of the oven And you hear The distressed, hurried Sound of a component Desperately trying To do its job It seems like forever But it's just a couple Seconds The spark catches The gas And glorious blue Energy leaps out And causes Instant condensation On the side of the Kettle you've filled With water And put on the stove And then Primordial chemistry As old as old Changes **** Around inside No time For a chem lesson Just listen And then after a few minutes A blast of Piping hot Shrill Pure energy Explodes out of the top In an earsplitting Harried call To you to let you Know the kettle You put on the stove Is now ready For you. All that pressure, From so much activity, Before you even Turned the heat on You walked around Gathering materials And moving about And all the calories You burn thinking About it And then the Thermal activity Which is breathtaking In its simple But ever so complicated Perfect order And predictability And all of this simply Amazing process Culminates In one constant, High energy geyser Of released pressure. This is equivalent To the results Of one thought About you. What a life As a kettle. Yea.
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Conjunction: a small class of words distinguished in many languages by their function as connectors between words, phrases, clauses, sentences - the act of conjoining; combination; the state of being conjoined; union; association: - a compound proposition that is true if and only if all of its component propositions are true. - the coincidence of two or more heavenly bodies at the same celestial longitude. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am in a relationship. a colorless word a word of no clarity a good one? a bad one? a professional deal, or one that makes you squeal with pleasure or despair without context or content, a description of a status, not a state, but a quid pro quo I prefer I am in a conjunction *well recall the day our orbits more than crossed, but synchronized, when two bodies began to travel upon the same longitude one direction in conjunction t'was the day we coordinated on our mobile phone, co-configured our future, our calendars* *nowadays, I answer her questions while she is commencing to think, when her foolishness prevails, she questions, "did you remember to..." my answer, a question returned, connected, constant and conjunctive,* "and what's my name?" an answer conveying constancy *relationship oft the farthest place from logical, but you know that, say I am in a conjunction and the logicians will celebrate the end of your lonely celibacy, well they understand the truth inherent in and of and about your compounded proposition* *what unimaginative creatures we be, dispensing with beauty for factuality, but facts are easily misread, your fact and my fact, relationship, the exact same fact, conveys neither an agreement as to what that means are we unionized, associated, or conjoined what is the quality of our related ships?* so Dear Mr. Zuckerberg, amend my status please, post me as being in a state of: a) conductivity b) connectivity c) concoctive no, none of those capture what we have captured, so let create a new state, a new world, using a very old world word post us as follows, "Nat is in a conjunction"
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 6:32 AM UTC
I am in a relationship
Conjunction: a small class of words distinguished in many languages by their function as connectors between words, phrases, clauses, sentences - the act of conjoining; combination; the state of being conjoined; union; association: - a compound proposition that is true if and only if all of its component propositions are true. - the coincidence of two or more heavenly bodies at the same celestial longitude. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am in a relationship. a colorless word a word of no clarity a good one? a bad one? a professional deal, or one that makes you squeal with pleasure or despair without context or content, a description of a status, not a state, but a quid pro quo I prefer I am in a conjunction *well recall the day our orbits more than crossed, but synchronized, when two bodies began to travel upon the same longitude one direction in conjunction t'was the day we coordinated on our mobile phone, co-configured our future, our calendars* *nowadays, I answer her questions while she is commencing to think, when her foolishness prevails, she questions, "did you remember to..." my answer, a question returned, connected, constant and conjunctive,* "and what's my name?" an answer conveying constancy *relationship oft the farthest place from logical, but you know that, say I am in a conjunction and the logicians will celebrate the end of your lonely celibacy, well they understand the truth inherent in and of and about your compounded proposition* *what unimaginative creatures we be, dispensing with beauty for factuality, but facts are easily misread, your fact and my fact, relationship, the exact same fact, conveys neither an agreement as to what that means are we unionized, associated, or conjoined what is the quality of our related ships?* so Dear Mr. Zuckerberg, amend my status please, post me as being in a state of: a) conductivity b) connectivity c) concoctive no, none of those capture what we have captured, so let create a new state, a new world, using a very old world word post us as follows, "Nat is in a conjunction"
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The infinity of love which bonded hearts; Now it just remains a lament truth; Destiny always played the typical game of fortune; And the path changed for the infinite lovers; The infinity of love which bonded souls; Now it just resides at an imaginary platform; Confined to many terms and conditions; And love now exists in a platonic form; The infinity of love which bonded creatures; Now it just remains a virtual image; Reality shattered its approach; and virtual approach took up the command; The infinity of love which bonded two lives; Now it just remains as memories; As an essential component of life; And an indispensable truth to survive within; And the infinity of love which bonded feelings; Now it just binds memories for long!!
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Jul 10, 2012
Jul 10, 2012 at 7:20 AM UTC
Infinity
Come lay beneath the skylight At a time when it's calm and quiet There's always a strangeness within the silence It heightens as the contiguous melodies crescendo without a pilot Thoughts embraced are pushed aside for this moment To catch the breath in the night with rhythm as a component Still like the stem, of a flower unveiling the crown Deepening down as time is frozen to claim the golden exponent Midnight brings whimsical strings plucked by the creatures that hail Nature springs underneath man's dreams; Those clouds that we sail Through aural communication comes the cerebral provocation That latent faculties synchronize and incite with an inhale, then exhale
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Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 5:40 PM UTC
Skylight
Strip me down To my rawest form. To my browns and oranges. A copper silhouette. Peel me away Till I’m standing there With averted gaze. Leave me bare. Strip me down Shed all my layers, till I’m Just a component. Make me an idea, In its first happening. A dream yet to be realised. Look at me, Honestly, Unguarded. In my essence, Am I good?
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Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 12:51 PM UTC
Bare
All I have is skin, I am missing the tobacco and filter which you desperately need. You can't make a rollie and have a decent smoke with just skins Why do I only have the component that everybody else has?
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC
Skin
May 27, 2013 I let it take control of my mind. Disappearing in a mist of haze; wandering for days. Searching. Seeking. Finding. Fitting into my piece, so I could spread amongst the rest. So I could fit and be apart of it: the Great Mystery. Truth. So I can understand the meaning of life. Is my path determined? Do I have free will? Can I escape this? All I know is that everything is connected. Earth is a single component; a mere microscopic portion of the entire universe, which is compromised of more than the human mind can understand at this point in time.   A little stardust. How is it possible that less than five percent of our oceans have been discovered? Are we ignorant to the fact that when earth started experiencing life, it was in the depths of the ocean. Hence, all production of landscape, the animal kingdom, primitive and current **** sapiens, technology, advancement, and discovery of our past is a creation from the sea billions of years ago. Everything on earth is composed of gasses that came from the universe: what simplistic thinking. Humans fighting against humans, to taste eachothers blood in the name of “victory”, a game to exploit and prevent eachother form an equalized entirety. When will all work towards progress, instead of the demise of the "other". When will we realize our brothers and sisters are not our enemies. How connected the human race is as a species; does anyone realize? Class Mammalia, which consists of over 5000 species, is a single group of the animal kingdom, yet humans are classified by each other on basis a of enhanced melanin, and physical traits. Do dogs laugh at us? Ah, I used the term race and everyone decides to think it means colour, or some stupid stereotype! what have we come to? When will we reach our heads out of our ***** and realize what surrounds and encompasses us as a whole? A consistent river that flows with time, shining mortality by with plenty adventures, constantly writhing. No control. Like I am a mere droplet in the ocean, licking the coastline, bathing in the sunlight. Creating, and being created. Its amazing isn’t it?
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May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 8:59 PM UTC
My Journal: A thought
May 27, 2013 I let it take control of my mind. Disappearing in a mist of haze; wandering for days. Searching. Seeking. Finding. Fitting into my piece, so I could spread amongst the rest. So I could fit and be apart of it: the Great Mystery. Truth. So I can understand the meaning of life. Is my path determined? Do I have free will? Can I escape this? All I know is that everything is connected. Earth is a single component; a mere microscopic portion of the entire universe, which is compromised of more than the human mind can understand at this point in time.   A little stardust. How is it possible that less than five percent of our oceans have been discovered? Are we ignorant to the fact that when earth started experiencing life, it was in the depths of the ocean. Hence, all production of landscape, the animal kingdom, primitive and current **** sapiens, technology, advancement, and discovery of our past is a creation from the sea billions of years ago. Everything on earth is composed of gasses that came from the universe: what simplistic thinking. Humans fighting against humans, to taste eachothers blood in the name of “victory”, a game to exploit and prevent eachother form an equalized entirety. When will all work towards progress, instead of the demise of the "other". When will we realize our brothers and sisters are not our enemies. How connected the human race is as a species; does anyone realize? Class Mammalia, which consists of over 5000 species, is a single group of the animal kingdom, yet humans are classified by each other on basis a of enhanced melanin, and physical traits. Do dogs laugh at us? Ah, I used the term race and everyone decides to think it means colour, or some stupid stereotype! what have we come to? When will we reach our heads out of our ***** and realize what surrounds and encompasses us as a whole? A consistent river that flows with time, shining mortality by with plenty adventures, constantly writhing. No control. Like I am a mere droplet in the ocean, licking the coastline, bathing in the sunlight. Creating, and being created. Its amazing isn’t it?
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In a second my life changed like i could never imagine The world was all Topsy turvy and i a floating object in the turmoil A simple six letter word Thats all it took to take my stable world away Upon that fateful day I was 15 and the date was May 12 2008 My diagnosis Hodgkin's lymphoma stage 2 B My freedom was stolen from me School i could no longer attend People i could no longer see The world was shut away from me Chemo and Radiation were my companions Aiding me in my time of need But the truth in that was they were killing me more than saving Strong of heart was I I would not be taken down I tried to show no fear or sorrow And now am thought a strong young lady by many others The most glorious day was when the cancer went away September 28 2008 i was told After I regained the freedom i had lost four months later did my true story unfold January 12 2009 I knew something was wrong I was right I had not yet won the fight Hodgkin's lymphoma was back to greet me This time worse stage 4 B had me captured A junior in high school i had been But now once again I could no longer attend Chemo my friend, we were reunited I guess it missed me This time a new component was introduced Bone-marrow transplant, Auto stem cell After tackling these feats I met radiation again September 2009 i was said to be free it was like history repeating itself But this time i was wary now it is July 4 2010 I am heathy, I have graduated but the damage my six lettered fiend has reaped upon me is still here An immune system i no longer have My life still on pause But i do not care Because i know what its like to have your life dissipate without warning Life is like a flame it can be snuffed out in a second So remember my words Please Dont let any regret into your life Dont pass a single moment by Live love and try
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Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 2:50 PM UTC
Six Lettered Word
In a second my life changed like i could never imagine The world was all Topsy turvy and i a floating object in the turmoil A simple six letter word Thats all it took to take my stable world away Upon that fateful day I was 15 and the date was May 12 2008 My diagnosis Hodgkin's lymphoma stage 2 B My freedom was stolen from me School i could no longer attend People i could no longer see The world was shut away from me Chemo and Radiation were my companions Aiding me in my time of need But the truth in that was they were killing me more than saving Strong of heart was I I would not be taken down I tried to show no fear or sorrow And now am thought a strong young lady by many others The most glorious day was when the cancer went away September 28 2008 i was told After I regained the freedom i had lost four months later did my true story unfold January 12 2009 I knew something was wrong I was right I had not yet won the fight Hodgkin's lymphoma was back to greet me This time worse stage 4 B had me captured A junior in high school i had been But now once again I could no longer attend Chemo my friend, we were reunited I guess it missed me This time a new component was introduced Bone-marrow transplant, Auto stem cell After tackling these feats I met radiation again September 2009 i was said to be free it was like history repeating itself But this time i was wary now it is July 4 2010 I am heathy, I have graduated but the damage my six lettered fiend has reaped upon me is still here An immune system i no longer have My life still on pause But i do not care Because i know what its like to have your life dissipate without warning Life is like a flame it can be snuffed out in a second So remember my words Please Dont let any regret into your life Dont pass a single moment by Live love and try
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if i had to put into words the sour feelings in which i had toward your hold onto me; rather an explanation of the joys as well, i would start by analyzing your complex personality to my hair. as if a security blanket of tiny strands had not been enough to hold my satisfaction. too afraid to cut off, and watch fall to the floor the pieces of the past. the dead and dry ends of your humor these feelings: an etching of the damage i so willingly forced to make it look absolutely perfect in my eyes. they say, they mock actually, the presence of change in a woman, a mark of symbolic movement into the future. a haircut. well i have changed just as you have but the maintenance of it as well; has become much too expensive for my taste. the highlights were always too bright: but remarkable because not only did it change the way my hair looked but my whole appearance. isnt that silly; to compare you to a completely unrealistic dead component of myself. yes i think so as well. but as i am changing i realize: that you are very much alive and so are you growing. and with it bringing back the joys of the past; a new root in our bond   the ones i should have remembered before the haircut.
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Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 2:28 PM UTC
haircut
When did loneliness in a crowded room become a goal? Eavesdropping on inspiration; indolence. Like my art, pockets of brilliance are found in the wreckage of a market town with nothing left to sell. All those discordant ideals of escape and of nothingness. Still waiting for that ***** of light which must always break through. Isolation becomes a component of personality; a need for space in overpopulated surroundings. Like my art, pockets of living congregate in moments torn from the clock face, in lines of laughter and grief; the five o'clock champagne. All that revel in maladjustment, all who laugh at death, those who had given up on The Lie. When did my life reduce to words and symbols; stealing poetry from the street-preacher's leaflets? Like my art, pockets of reason form amongst the senselessness of meaning; how love sits different on every tongue, how wine hits sweetly only in the need to run. I have grown tired of running away, this stalwart need for acceptance. A want for a panic room, a need to fall to pieces, undisturbed.
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 12:15 PM UTC
Becoming An Artist
You cocked your head to the side, smiling at the sight before you. This meant you were happy. Or amused. Or in love. Or all of the above. You hold the world with a laugh. What could he not grasp? What he lacked was tact. The commitment component. He let you go for a moment of what he believed was relief. He was running from himself. You were running from your grief. A dead doll replaced you. Shake your head in disbelief. A dead doll couldn't face you. She could not speak. She should not speak. If she wishes to keep her voice. You'll strip her of her dreams. You'll strip her of her choice. Just like she did you. The decision was made. He'll fall away. He'll fall away. You'll run too far. The moment was too long. What he did was too wrong. There's no flying back. The cloud has now gone. You're to smile to the masses, and pretend you are strong. Kiss your new grasses, sing a new song.
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Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 12:54 AM UTC
To be cheated
Sub-atomic particles the atoms they form molecules, cell organelles cells, machinery of life organs, organisms communities and ecosystems planets, solar systems, galaxies galactic clusters and their inverse black holes the doors to other universes, a contradiction in terms.                  For language and its shadow consciousness must hold matter the material world snugly inside concepts theories and hypotheses to be experimentally verified using vision and the other senses, collecting data and interpreting the known facts accumulated over time.                                           Can matter exist without a consciousness to behold it? Believing in our mortality (the species) we have created God (a supreme being) probably not carbon-based to encompass every universe but is God inside or outside consciousness? Can God tell us what to do or must we tell God alone what to do?                       Here is ego projecting personality, exerting force on community, asserting the existence and predominance of component DNA. An already hackneyed theory that DNA survival drives procreation, personality, savings bonds everything but poetry (most poems included). Mustache, cowboy hat horse whisperer, gulag master Odysseus, King Lear                                       salvation in the details. Yes, these personalities individual and interesting as opossum, bear oak and ash beech nut, pine cone Grand Canyon sandstone, Green Mountain granite.
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Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 5:13 PM UTC
Sub-atomic particles
Sub-atomic particles the atoms they form molecules, cell organelles cells, machinery of life organs, organisms communities and ecosystems planets, solar systems, galaxies galactic clusters and their inverse black holes the doors to other universes, a contradiction in terms.                  For language and its shadow consciousness must hold matter the material world snugly inside concepts theories and hypotheses to be experimentally verified using vision and the other senses, collecting data and interpreting the known facts accumulated over time.                                           Can matter exist without a consciousness to behold it? Believing in our mortality (the species) we have created God (a supreme being) probably not carbon-based to encompass every universe but is God inside or outside consciousness? Can God tell us what to do or must we tell God alone what to do?                       Here is ego projecting personality, exerting force on community, asserting the existence and predominance of component DNA. An already hackneyed theory that DNA survival drives procreation, personality, savings bonds everything but poetry (most poems included). Mustache, cowboy hat horse whisperer, gulag master Odysseus, King Lear                                       salvation in the details. Yes, these personalities individual and interesting as opossum, bear oak and ash beech nut, pine cone Grand Canyon sandstone, Green Mountain granite.
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5 am you woke me up, to meditate. I thought someone had died, someone had, me. It was the ultimate time, you said. Looking down, I had to disagree. Can you feel the energy, she said. I can’t feel myself, go away. This is a window of opportunity she said. There was a window. Let us breathe she said. This had never happened before, nutcase came to mind. What is your mantra she said. What is my name I said. No, you have to reach out, draw in the energy. I am going to reach out, it won’t be pretty. Let me take you on a journey, join me. I’ll phone you a taxi, blast, it’s your house, I’ll phone me a taxi. If we connect the *** will be out of this world. Okay, through the delirium I heard the S word Mmmm feel it, Mmmm, feel it, Mmmm, can you feel it. I can definitely feel something. It’s getting stronger, we are one. We definitely are. We must connect. We definitely must. Before my husband comes off the nightshift. Thought I heard the H word there. Let us be one. Let us wind back to the husband. He is but a component in time. What time does this component come home at. Six, but it’s okay, he’s gay. Thought I heard the G word there. He likes to join in, which can be a pain. When you say join in, what do you mean. In the mantra, he likes to join in in the mantra.
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Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 5:38 AM UTC
The Mantra.