"defamation" poems
I contemplate these crossings illuminated by clouds
between a shape of thought and its veils
we didn't invent a screen-reality
it was already there, in the scriptorium of mind
I contemplate this geography known only by fingertips
unworded broken lines in tense bodies
I wonder about the lineage of tears, of hopes
how we grow old in this ardour, in the burning of bridges
I nod, I frown at the glaze of time
I move to the center of seeing like a novice
I gaze at the poliphony of being
at our Janus faced trade with flames
I say to myself it's good to decenter the "I" in this poem
however, there is no purity of words
height after height and depth after depth
we betray a simple evidence: we belong to the same air
will we regret our rush towards the malaise of thought,
will we be rowing over the theft of light?
an invisible will is building up, an antifragile declamation,
the soul's defamation
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 3:11 PM UTC
Pollution of the mind is real.
Our minds are cluttered with uselessness.
Stories on the street repeated mindlessly.
Words describe men and women as animals.
We insult the person and demean the animal.
We are no longer part of nature, unnatural we are.
People are dumb as a donkey, wise as an owl.
If a woman disagrees she is a ***** fights, a cat, she is.
To be a good mother you have to be a hen.
A man is built like a horse he is part of a stable.
In times of slavery Black people were animal, soulless.
Confusion between humans and animals caused by disconnection.
Religions and Politics in ****** use rats to justify: hatred.
Jews are told they are pigs, and drink blood.
Blood and Pigs are forbidden in Judaism.
Culturally socially we repeat mindlessly: slander.
Our connection to the earth and animal is lost so is our humanity.
Pollution of the earth causes pollution of the mind.
The earth cleanses itself by fire and ice.
The mind can also: freeze out these concepts these fallacies.
Burn the words that are defamation and abomination.
Do; yes do this to avoid the fires of hell.
Soon, hell will freeze over and become heaven.
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 2:31 PM UTC
**Hey Ranger Rick why don't you add this
one to the YipYap collection too**
You literally unblocked me
so you could add my nonpoem ''really part
3'' to your collection and
then blocked me again...?
Furthermore you say we're the bitter ones...
you're the one that keeps unblocking me
so you can comment on my poems
then blocking me back. Uh, stalking...? much
Didn't I tell you to stay off my page! ?
**Stalker: unwanted or obsessive attention by an individual or group toward another person. Stalking behaviors are related to harassment and intimidation and may include following the victim in person or >monitoring them.<
Cyber-Stalking: Cyberstalking is the use of the Internet or other electronic means to stalk or harass an individual, a group, or an organization. It may include >false accusations,< defamation, slander and libel. It may also include >monitoring, identity theft,<threats, vandalism & solicitation.**
.........................Ranger Rick Your are a Stalker, point blank.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC
It’s not much, I mean, but
uh, nothing, sorry, man I got butterfingers
slippery as my tongue, here
did you drop something, are you sure?
cause my thump-thumping heart dropped
so hard to the floor when it knew you were near
that it bounced right back up
right where it goes, then straight out my crown chakra,
only to dissipate and erupt
into Truth
the literal and the metaphorical
allegorical nebulas that resonate in full high-definition colour the way
all Nine symphonies played simultaneously
would look
sedimentary, like a cheesecake
when I first saw you, something
shifted in my horoscope with the same scope and scale
of a modern Greek myth – Prometheus rising, fire
in the eyes of one woman, that’s all
all Aphrodite could gather up—fix it to the mainstay, Odysseus
let’s get to it, in siren seas, eating weeds to survive
if there’s nothing left when Cthulu
comes alive, I hope at least
I’ll get to talk to you at a party
like, once, where we’ll mix some more
mythologies
Once Inana birthed the world, and Spider Woman showed her how
I could show you how Saraswati
makes music, and old Bacchus stays on his feet
Care to play my Isis? If that makes me Osiris
then drown me, chop me up. Throw my body
to Mr. Lucifer; the Morrigan will come to inspect your ****
and finding it satisfactory
will whisk you away somewhere better
How’s that last part sound to you, eh?
there’s not much left to waste in the techno age
of “nothing in moderation,” with all our
degradation,
defamation,
discrimination,
and mild inflammation caused by
nonspecific anxiety medications
in our nation of constant false elation,
so
my point is time
the one thing we got left to waste
is time, and I’m a dedicated pacifist, but
I wouldn’t mind killing
some of that, with you
Let’s blow this pop stand
and go hunting.
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 12:52 AM UTC
Curtains up
NOW OWN
~IT~
AS IF
you're the King
of the whole
**** stage
when
you're
really
just another
player
acting out
for those
cheap seats
you survey
Where else
****
HERE*
would
THEY
get to see
such a
[defamation]
-free play?"
(laughing)
**"Best you
throw some sweets**.
Indulge them
...**I'd say!
...I'd say!"**
The Evil Queen
smirks
&
a knife glints in her hand
Is
she
creeping
up
Behind You?
(or... does she need a real man?)
Ahhhh!!
you see...
she's
exhausted
A-LADD-IN
& she knows
where to find you..
(evil laughter)
Ohhhh!
It's
just as well
you're in costume
*...now remember
your lines*
"Don't props (& illusions) make a jolly good night!"
and baby, WOW!
you look
Oh! Soooo cute
in those tights!
and with a sweep of the stage, the smirking Queen exits > right
This stage
is all yours now
So Buttons... take a bow
(us Brits love an underdog in a fight)
... Make your bow deep
~with a flourish of resplendence~
that captures their hearts
try more than That wiggle
-and a lot more-
than one dance!
To do it well...
get a catchphrase
(which we'll ALL lurvey darlink from the start)
Believe me,
is good
Always
is
another...
try
the one
you've used in
rehearsals with the
Stepsisters
- all dragged up-
looking
L
O
V U
E G
L L
Y (like their mother)
cough
**** it..
Everyone chokes
on the dry ice that swirls!
The audience ponders....
WHO's the boys ?
THAT's... a... girl ?!
&
in
the
low
glow
they'll see
Cinders singing
of loves' sweet melody,
those s l o w shoe shuffles
softly sliding across their
t
r
a
p
door hearts
Laughing & crying along through
each emotion of the tattered
sweet princess, who
simply hasn't had
a Prince in her...
winks
sights
(YET!)
then
**Act II ends
with
a Flash!
&
a Bang!**
They all lived
ever after...
Cinders' happy?
THE END
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 5:20 AM UTC
Pray, And then Do Something!!!!
Be Still and Know.....
Face your Problems, don't Facebook them...
............
The Language of the Mob.
Never a place of Witnessing.
Look Up... Oh say can you SEE..
by this Dawns early Light
what WE Gratefully Hail
Christ's Heaven and Life...
Liberty's Light Shining Celebration Up
Beauty's tears of fading illumination out
Life falling softly into the arms of Grace...
Comfort the wounded, they are many..
Listen...
Sound of Clutter riding fiercely upon the breath of Giving..
becoming more like a machine gun.
Do you hear the Sound of fighting
within the streets of NEW Divinity?
****** **** defamation... all threats,
Yes... each of them given.. Its true ..Backdoor gifts of rage..
Once a puppet show for re-emerging Wisdom
Now a strip tease for an endless line of dancers
This is the Made in Hollywood movie that all have demanded
get your pop corn out...you are Witnessing the Question of Choice..
Nation sold for the drop of a dime
Free Choice...
the right to Vote by Public Declaration
Now held in the arms of What? the Secret Ballot?
Prayer. The power of WORD
Spoken by the Giants of Robot imagination
a trigger, tied to the experience of feeling..
The scientific formula of Good,
magnified by ONE million strong
Are we focused on the Good First,
or the Oneness of Anything?
..."Give the money to the Representative
and it will all go away"....
But it won't...
Do You Understand the Question Now?
Peace.
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
You've got the biggest smile on your face but no light in your eyes.
Your ******* are over-exposed, and you're slightly less than flesh but much more than bone.
Nobody remembers you now except in black and white,
In headlines and articles; your existence summed up in a single sobriquet.
You're the Mona Lisa of tragedy, a painting created with camera flashes,
And your nakedness is clothed in speculation and mystery.
The scandal of an era; defamation and declarations of promiscuity,
Ripping away your personality, tearing off your integrity.
Left even less than the mess your artist carved you into
After the insatiable appetites of the vultures picked your image dry.
A mere carcass where once there was a body of hopes and dreams,
Posed to perfection; you're the model everyone imagines you to be.
Beauty personified, everyone is an admirer,
Everyone wants to take credit for creating a masterpiece,
Yet there is only one person that can take credit.
Only one person responsible for transforming you
From the ordinary beauty to the extraordinary artwork.
You were transcended into eternity.
Only your artist and his methods remain secret;
A sculptor, a painter with an eye for an eye-catcher.
You're the flower that was destined for fame,
Even if your petals had to be cut up first.
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 3:37 AM UTC
It seems now, still, and into forever, meaning and being
arrive incorrectly, deciphered through perspective lacking
the cosmic kind of clarity you think we'd be preaching by now
but here I stand, represented by death and persecution,
****** abuse and defamation, stuck in limbo, curtains half-drawn
waiting to see if I'm one -- winding up just another number
Tell me, have you seen it?
Exposure in drip-drop?
Even though shown, so slightly shone, less than any other broadcast
Lasting less than any length of time divining prime time due process
Still we receive clapped hands and stop,
how could we dare intrude living rooms
and man caves, "Man, flip that tab back to Vine,
let me disintegrate." It seems I live to die in
higher percentage and end the show to
indignation. Happy Anniversary.
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 4:21 AM UTC
Was Jesus an impersonator
Or the original son of the creator
Did he steal ones name
Then get all the credit and fame
Lying about
Hanging about
Lazily wandering about
The non factual stuff he was saying
No wonder we still have heaps of doubt
Maybe, he could tell a great bedtime story
If so, did he copyright it all
And will he sue for defamation
Or was he just like the rest
Just after all the worlds glory
While I inside hiding
The real source of his information
All things come and go
Like World Leaders, Empires
Big Bang Theories & Co
He went on trial, then got lucky
Had groupies follow him
Hundreds of miles, along the Nile
Do you think
He will bother to give us a call
Before he comes back down
To judge us all
Gee time flies
When you believe in yourself
Hope I'm still here, if he returns
To at least defend myself
Jesus Christ, Oh my God
God just spoke to me
Looks like, I'm the chosen one
He said, get ready
Then, wait for his text
For I'm up next
For has anyone ever bothered
To do a family tree search
If you did, you would know that dad
Had more than just the one son
We have the same DNA as mum
But dad emptied his spirit
Into, not just the one ****** bowl
So next time you hear
The almighty word from ones mouth
Listen carefully from deep inside
Ones very own memory soul
Remember your parents advice
When you were a young youth
Because all creatures born on earth
Instantly know the meaning of ones life details
So don't ever think
You are the chosen black sheep
In your family’s fairytales
Live your life, fly like a bird
Just be Happy and Free
And be one with your creator.
Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 12:09 AM UTC
I had a chat to someone today who really went about it the wrong way. I dont think it very sane or fair to give a credit where the act lay bare.
I am someone whose opinion I think highly of,
and rest assured, I am interested in what I think of.
but to call a ***** a ***** and dig a hole with it for yourself
is not a wise thing to do.
though the wise have been thought crazy and the crazy wise
the fool is the fool in any position naive or wise because a what a fool believes
the wise always questions what he sees.
a fair and valid comment is not cause for defamation,
defamation though has cause and stains by association
and I will suffer none of it
because I just couldn't give a ****
think of it what you think of it.
Making of false, derogatory statement(s) in private or public about a person's business practices, character, financial status, morals, or reputation. Oral defamation is a slander whereas printed or published defamation is a libel. The plaintiff must prove that the defamation was communicated to someone other than him or her. And, if the statement is not obviously defamatory, it must be shown that it carries a defamatory meaning (see innuendo) and that reasonable people would think that it refers to the plaintiff. In case of unintentional defamation, the defendant may mitigate damages or escape liability by offering an apology. Defamation with malicious intent (see malice) invalidates the defense of fair comment and qualified privilege. Defamation that imputes a criminal offense punishable with imprisonment, is usually a sufficient ground for a court action even in the absence of a proof of special damages. Under the UK law, defamation damages are assessed by a jury and not a judge.
Read more: http://www.businessdictionary.com/definition/defamation.html#ixzz2tg2X8Lya
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 7:48 AM UTC
You broke the law, but you did not know that;
The law too does not care if you are ignorant of it;
You have a gutter for a mouth that is offensive;
A defamation lawsuit is the soap to clean it.
My Lord, if it pleases you may I ask why
I am in the dock on my left, if am the complainant?
Counsel, warn your client; it seems he too has a
Gutter for a mouth that a court contempt can clean.
My Lord, if we are starting on the wrong foot
I beg to differ; may I withdraw the lawsuit;
Complainant, for wasting the court’s time you are
Sentence to seven hours of community service without fine.
Any complaining about the bench is a Kamikaze lawsuit
for the affairs of mankind are affairs of emotions.
Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 6:59 AM UTC
It is necessary that we mourn the loss of courageous and liberal oratory genius, which has articulated wisdom across socio-economical strata within the echelons of aristocratic deception.
Our reason is characterised by far-reaching shores which lie beyond the predictability of Northern terrains within the clearances of a steadfast spirit.
Therefore, listen to the conference of autumnal foliage, as they cast their biopsychosocial formalities, which crackle upon the European political pathways upon which we traverse.
I love your red roots, which unravel a bouquet of scandalous refreshment where percentile volume is consumed within the glass of a bared soul.
Resolution is likened to a scientifically twelve-stringed classical portrayal of integrity.
Let us not forget the appetites of those predators, who feast upon defamation of character.
A coalition is an alliance of various parties who converge into an eclectic conglomerate, where the credibility of your being rests in the jaws of a seductive vampire.
So, as we travel across this conveyor belt of dismissed proclamation, we must acknowledge and embrace our unleashed restraint.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
Lies are nice
The essence of lies is to hide truth’s true form of purity or defamation, considering the protection it entails for countless reasons.
Lines of lies by smiles to eyes each side a blind side of layer, reason, caption of safety that remained fiction.
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 10:27 PM UTC
They said to buy local so I tried to buy Dave Cull’s lung.
But he wouldn’t sell it.
They said to buy local,
So I tried to buy Michael Woodhouse’ heart,
But it was out of stock.
The shop girl told me she would check out the back.
They said to buy local so I tried to buy Lee Vandervis’ hands,
He said he’d sell them to me but I tried them out and they had no grip.
The said to buy local so I tried to buy Harlene Haynes nose,
But it was already in something else.
(she told me it was malicious of me to ask and threatened me with defamation)
They said to buy local so I tried to buy the Highlanders cauliflower ears,
so I’d have enough florets for a salad,
But it turned out they weren’t organic, so I left it.
They said to buy local so I tried
They said to buy local so I tried
They said to buy local so I tried
And I tried
And I tried
And I tried
They said to buy local
-but between the dilapidated hospital and the drafty-damp flats there were no good organs to purchase.
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 5:44 AM UTC
Oh yes, you run.
On into the darkness,
enveloped in a cocoon
of your own making.
Drown in your deceit.
Drown in your decrepitness.
You silly man.
Layer upon layer you build,
mask after mask is replaced.
Blood seeps along the edges,
you carve too deep.
Dancing with your dagger,
you slipped up didn't you?
Like a jackal in disguise,
teetering on the edge of destruction,
for control was yours.
Isn't that what you said to me once?
Oh you silly man.
Cackle upon cackle,
lights up your epic fall.
Accompanied by an
oh so familiar feeling.
Dread at the recognition.
For you thought you abolished it long ago.
Along with your mother,
along with your brother,
you rid yourself of them,
just like you did this.
For vulnerability rears it's pathetic head,
and the stench alone
has you revolting.
Desperate you claw your escape route.
Power hungry mongrel you become.
Attila the ***
You say you have no pride?
You say you have no ego?
You say any conflict is not of your doing?
You silly man.
Run amuck with distortion,
impossible it is to recognize yourself.
So riddled with defamation
you have victimized yourself.
And worse,
you have betrayed your own soul.
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 2:54 AM UTC
Jesus hanging with nails in his feet
"Oh father why have you done this to me?"
God says "cause"
Jesus asks "why?"
God answers "you must die"
"To show the people how much I care"
Jesus screams "get me down from here!"
We all know that conspiracy
The assassination of John F. Kennedy
It was pinned on o'l Lee Harvey
Who was suspiciously whacked by Jack Ruby
I guess you sow what you reap
But tell me just one thing, so I can sleep
Why was Kennedy taken from us?
But LBJ we got to keep?
It was a cool, early September morn
No one was ready, no one was warned
The planes crashed then the country was torn
To turn the other cheek or march to war
We headed out with a paranoid red, white and blue look in our eye
We did what we did but was it right?
There were no MWD's so someone lied
-Tommy Johnson
*** used to be America's biggest cash crop
But somewhere, I don't know where that stopped
And the oppressive gavel of defamation dropped
Now we smoke joints in a dark garage with the fear of getting popped
It does more good than harm, so what's the deal?
Twenty years for a half ounce are you for real?
Got busted with bud now I lived behind bars and get served ****** meals
Is there some law that we can appeal?
A science teacher must at some point face
The topic of "evolve" and "create"
And put in logic and reason and keep out faith
It's the curriculum but some parents get so irate
Man, just let them do their job
These professional bickering moms
It's the battle of Darwin and God
-Tommy Johnson
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC
My relations are my downfall. I fell for an angel that fell from the constellations. Defamation through conversation, she chose over contemplation. She's dream chasing, while it's her I'm chasing, displacing my thoughts to her until the day she'll erase me. I long for her to embrace me, I feel so cold like a bullet shell casing, tasting the metal and copper. bracing myself for the devastation, she's so devastating. I'm impatiently patiently waiting. Wasting away day by day. I feel like I'm living with nothing more to say. Life is hard, you gonna learn today. What would happen if my life force walked away? I could have sinned or been saved. But I've already paved my way. I may or may not make it the next day. But until the day that I see you, I'll continue to play. Death is the greatest opponent, but a necessary component. I'm sick for the moment. My mind is decaying, all these pep talk aren't gonna delay the, inevitable truth that's at hand. At this rate, I'll never be a 25 year old man. I'm tired of waiting, I have no plan. I made you my future, that's stuck in quick sand.
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 2:03 PM UTC
Then there were the scarred scarecrows, the wolves with their cheekbones - like a bunch of cubs, I'll tell you now! Thirst for revenge on indigestible ants, tortures for animals. There were defamation, unremitting, stinging rib-like fractures in the moral mud, and screams of mercy begging from far away in a scented school toilet!
And then there were satisfied sleeping tales that, "Well, everything will be fine!" And "Don't be afraid!" - and, with grudging fist-right and killer-eyes, we all became emigrants within our own morals: we adhered to our principles! There was little satisfaction, holy vow against the siserehada of bone-breaking slaps: We'll show you! And a lot of ugly beats have fallen on us like a bombshell! - Thick wires between our nerve strings burst with urges, in a harrowing, violent pace: "If you stay inside school, you're sure to end! Die! "
- And there was no mistaken sentiment that he was conceived in hell every day in the midst of deliberate ordnance and mockery; and the adult incomprehension has proliferated like the wacky **** in the other hemispheres! How did it become then?
Without the secret, well-meaning human-faced angels, I would smell it myself today and wouldn't give it a gift! I won non-violent, eternally infectious wounds during duels: the tears of my face were contaminated by so many nasty spit! And every single day, if given that I could survive, I could run in laziness, and with asymmetric obsession, as a beachless pursuer:
An uninhabited wound that craves understanding and shelter! Yet how unfulfilled is the tide of prayer for the deaf, the last rock of cooperative humanism ?!
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 4:38 AM UTC
Who gave you the key to my cage?
I've embraced my death, like its love or compassion.
Four blank walls, suppressin my guessin.
Born into this, pulled out of it, now where do I go from here?
Colors fade.
Ideas change.
Defamation of the martyrs stage.
Never agreed to be freed.
Rusted metals attached to me.
I'm forced to drag it around,
Until the limb gives out.
To learn to live is what im limping toward.
But where do I begin?
Colors change.
Ideas fade.
Evolution of the modern age.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC
Beware of the limericks you write
There are many defamation lawyers in sight
Don't write bad things about your neighbour's dog or wife
The lawyers are just waiting to pull out their sharp legal knife
You could lose a fortune in a court-fight
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 1:21 AM UTC
Rudy's idea
that trump
hush money
with character
witness in
a defamation
law suit
rescind the
amount in
question for
favorable glance
with Stormy's
****** this
question of
honesty no
longer applicable
in case.
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 7:28 AM UTC
kiełbasa - or, alt. kieł - basa - king Vasa of Sweden (Gustav the First), the base of, i.e. based on a canine (kieł); including a rolling pin and a mile of intestines to shove the mince in and later eat.
reading through the style magazine...
what else, a count von Bismarck,
Eton connections - poor schmuck
ought to eat a mouthful of cinnamon
peppered with nail clippings -
it's not jealousy as **** just a sickly Loki
stare at it all - perfect skin, perfect abs,
10 dates a week, whimsical musing
and other attention deficits - i'm just here
to ask about the code of procedures
on the national health service (n.h.s.),
*informer
you no say daddy me snow me-a gon' blame
i lick he *** *** down
'tective man they say, say daddy me snow
me stab someone down the lane
i lick he *** *** down*
days long before Eminem and not quiet
vanilla ice ice baby...
the hippocratic oath shattered on me,
i guess i played the madness game to free myself
from defamation, self-preservation of
the person accused - god, what a parasite i've become,
i never used to obsess, but i've turned into my enemy,
it takes more calories to eat a second of
a thought about that than it would take
drinking a sharpshooter whiskey mix -
so here i am, with my Hölderlin heart -
stone cold stone mad - passive-aggressive infatuated
with Radiohead's kid A - playback from
the heyday of the prog-rock zenith reminded, of;
mind you, i was never into playing solo tennis
against a brick wall with the standard:
violets in may
or should i say
i love the whole affair
of being the spare
in her game of panicky chess
yep, you guessed it, rhyming,
Tenacious D's one note song
summarises what i can't
be bothered to explain
or defend.
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 9:03 AM UTC
It’s curve doesn’t shape my face
Neither the shimmer
Of all pushin’ and pullin’ whiten teeth;
It doesn’t make sense at all
When its heir and recipient
Mirrors only his very own aggravation.
I don’t think wearing classy stuff
Would make me lighten the day
Neither would arrogance and conceit
Put me in the cream of the top,
For at the end, I may simply slip away.
There were invisible wires
Bonding my muscles and soul
And then, my heart takes it flight
To the eternal embrace of my Father
Snatchin’ me away from the world’s inner core.
I wonder how the rooster left its beloved hen
His throat became anxious of the melted-rough thud
And how our pet Doggy run, not in the race
But from the sadden sun
Even he’s terrified by the minority of the roads.
I’m not lying on my bed for hours
Not even bringing idleness with my friend, Day
But found the words uttered:
For this is my day.
Thanksgiving overflows in me
My vocabulary was bashing with its own
For it’s earthly, but the Heaven shouts the greatest glory
It grants me with the heart’s purity and simplicity
With floating words of Truth and Life,
Without any defamation
That could re-incarcerate my so-human thoughts.
If I were a building,
Would my facade brag my interior?
Would people be drawn to the Designer?
For words will not come to life
If I were simply somethin’
That was just an edifice, yet has not been edified.
I, then, am human being
With the nature of humankind
Resisting the enticement of the flesh.
But if I’m to put that smirk back on my features,
Would it be my asset to talk big?
Of how the Giver has been good to me.
For if I’d see Eve face to face,
Would I glimpse only her impurities and be contaminated?
Or would the inner alteration
Widen its curve and spring up the spirit and the soul.
(5/17/14 @xirlleelang)
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 1:03 AM UTC
Better to have a stark reality than a fragmented facade. Rather you leave arms open than mouth closed. Say Gods name when you leave, not refuge but defamation. Put your loyalty into your spite for me. At least you can stay consistent with it there.
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 6:44 PM UTC