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What happened on Weehawken Heights, that warm midsummer’s day? There are several versions of the “truth” but none for sure can say. The Principals were both well known: Hamilton and Burr. Aaron Burr had made the challenge, Hamilton would not demur. Hamilton choose pistols as the weapons Then Burr proposed the site. Per the Irish Code Duello It was all proper and right. Dueling was illegal, so the Seconds looked away so they could plausibly deny that they had seen the fray. Each man walked off ten paces, and Mister Pendleton yelled “Pre-sent”! Most think that Hamilton fired first; wide and right, his shot was spent. Aaron Burr was deadly accurate: His shot, its target found: Alexander Hamilton, wounded, swooned upon the ground. “this wound is mortal, Doctor.” was all Hamilton could say. They bore him to the City where he passed on the following day. Aaron Burr also fled the scene, evading prosecution. He had “Full Satisfaction”, this hero of the Revolution. What is full satisfaction when Burr’s Star was past its season? He never more held public trust, indeed, stood trial for treason. A person can be haunted by a ghost that none can see. Burr’s brilliance had been blighted by a sort of infamy. Towards the end of his own life Burr said of his enemy: “{Had I known}The world was wide enough for Hamilton and me.” On July 11, 1804, Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr fought the most famous duel in American history. These two heroes of the Revolution were political enemies and Hamilton had done much to exclude Burr from the Presidency and from the  New York  governorship.  Burr,feeling he had been defamed by Hamilton's published remarks demanded the "Full Satisfaction" of a duel.  My account generally follows the account of the historian, Joesph Ellis. Any errors are my fault. Any items in quotes are words ascribed to these two famous individuals.  Aaron Burr never after held public office and eventually stood trial for treason for his alleged attempt to set up an independent country in the territory Jefferson purchased from France. After several years living in France, Burr returned to New york where he faded into obscurity. Alexander Hamilton is buried in the churchyard of Trinity Church in downtown New york. Towards the end of his life, Burr remarked: "Had I read Sterne more and Voltaire less, I should have known the world was wide enough for Hamilton and me."[35]
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Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 7:04 AM UTC
Full Satisfaction
What happened on Weehawken Heights, that warm midsummer’s day? There are several versions of the “truth” but none for sure can say. The Principals were both well known: Hamilton and Burr. Aaron Burr had made the challenge, Hamilton would not demur. Hamilton choose pistols as the weapons Then Burr proposed the site. Per the Irish Code Duello It was all proper and right. Dueling was illegal, so the Seconds looked away so they could plausibly deny that they had seen the fray. Each man walked off ten paces, and Mister Pendleton yelled “Pre-sent”! Most think that Hamilton fired first; wide and right, his shot was spent. Aaron Burr was deadly accurate: His shot, its target found: Alexander Hamilton, wounded, swooned upon the ground. “this wound is mortal, Doctor.” was all Hamilton could say. They bore him to the City where he passed on the following day. Aaron Burr also fled the scene, evading prosecution. He had “Full Satisfaction”, this hero of the Revolution. What is full satisfaction when Burr’s Star was past its season? He never more held public trust, indeed, stood trial for treason. A person can be haunted by a ghost that none can see. Burr’s brilliance had been blighted by a sort of infamy. Towards the end of his own life Burr said of his enemy: “{Had I known}The world was wide enough for Hamilton and me.” On July 11, 1804, Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr fought the most famous duel in American history. These two heroes of the Revolution were political enemies and Hamilton had done much to exclude Burr from the Presidency and from the  New York  governorship.  Burr,feeling he had been defamed by Hamilton's published remarks demanded the "Full Satisfaction" of a duel.  My account generally follows the account of the historian, Joesph Ellis. Any errors are my fault. Any items in quotes are words ascribed to these two famous individuals.  Aaron Burr never after held public office and eventually stood trial for treason for his alleged attempt to set up an independent country in the territory Jefferson purchased from France. After several years living in France, Burr returned to New york where he faded into obscurity. Alexander Hamilton is buried in the churchyard of Trinity Church in downtown New york. Towards the end of his life, Burr remarked: "Had I read Sterne more and Voltaire less, I should have known the world was wide enough for Hamilton and me."[35]
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You have no chance to rewrite your story There is no way to erase mistakes You can eclipse your shame with glory But your faults will always rise the stakes. You can’t escape your past and reputation They both will chase you to the day of doom And your tears shed in lamentation Will not dispel the reigning sceptic gloom. Do things of which you’ll never be ashamed Be kind. Be grateful, generous and honest Mean deeds will hurt you first, getting you defamed The noble ones will make of you the greatest.
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Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 1:35 PM UTC
Mistakes
What failures oh the failures of leaving home at seventeen of living and thriving as a minority foreigner of working and studying to post-grad levels of maturing wonderfully and being up and decent of loving and marrying and creating a good home of no crime, no debts, not a drunk, not a player of no stained reputation, no borrowing or theft of being easy-going, nice and friendly, an all-rounder what failures the failure of being successful and capable in grace the failure of doing so well a white neighbor burgled the failure of saying that's not right, you're rotten thieves the failure of standing up to bullying thieving mobs the failure of being gangstalked and destroyed the failure of being an educated professional black the failure of being a solid, courageous, wholesome man the failure of knowing you can't do wrong and get by Ladies and Gentlemen these are my failures Its all there in black and white its the failure of being a minority In the british democracy of the Socialists for it is greed to work hard and be successful its a failure for blacks to aspire and do well when your white neighbor is a drunken, welfare dependent waster and thief And Blacks beware, for if you dare tell them to go change you will be stalked, hounded, smeared, defamed, humiliated harassed, bullied, slandered, sabotaged, and basically driven to suicide or a breakdown They manufacture Failures to reflect their own failures They call it Trading Places and dish it out to 'Uppity' Blacks
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Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 7:40 AM UTC
Failure by design.........
What failures oh the failures of leaving home at seventeen of living and thriving as a minority foreigner of working and studying to post-grad levels of maturing wonderfully and being up and decent of loving and marrying and creating a good home of no crime, no debts, not a drunk, not a player of no stained reputation, no borrowing or theft of being easy-going, nice and friendly, an all-rounder what failures the failure of being successful and capable in grace the failure of doing so well a white neighbor burgled the failure of saying that's not right, you're rotten thieves the failure of standing up to bullying thieving mobs the failure of being gangstalked and destroyed the failure of being an educated professional black the failure of being a solid, courageous, wholesome man the failure of knowing you can't do wrong and get by Ladies and Gentlemen these are my failures Its all there in black and white its the failure of being a minority In the british democracy of the Socialists for it is greed to work hard and be successful its a failure for blacks to aspire and do well when your white neighbor is a drunken, welfare dependent waster and thief And Blacks beware, for if you dare tell them to go change you will be stalked, hounded, smeared, defamed, humiliated harassed, bullied, slandered, sabotaged, and basically driven to suicide or a breakdown They manufacture Failures to reflect their own failures They call it Trading Places and dish it out to 'Uppity' Blacks
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Met this easy chick that don't **** **** she a no brainer I said **** my duck and she said "What could be lamer?!" Defamed, I went home cried and smoked some ****** Watch teletubbies in my ****** like my last name was schiefer I went to bed and heard a scream like R.Kelly I peed my sheets Turns out the ****** was laced some sort of hallucinogen I'm worried that in my bloods a carcinogen decided not to worry cause whats the point We all die so chill and roll a joint
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 12:28 PM UTC
Realest talk
He saw her drop a wallet and nobody saw it He returned it without her seeing it and she was glad there was no thank you, no need to feel indebted to, no need to reciprocate, no belittling of the effort to not feel grateful, no aggrandizement of the effort to reward overly to the point of removing, no self-praise----all just a quiet act of kindness but then someone did see him and blamed him for taking it in the first place and not only was the act not appreciated but it was scorned, misinterpreted, misunderstood, confused, defamed and finally damned. When kindness is ****** could there be any greater crime? The act was kindness and nobody understood it, and everyone jumped to conclusions, and everyone found one reason to **** for another reason, and nobody took the extra time, caring, compassion, and thoroughness and patience and love it would have taken to find out the truth---so the the greatest crime prevailed---far greater than the act that was understood to be the "justifiable damnation", but isn't it always the breeding grounds for justifiable damnation when conclusions about the biggest things in life are so quickly assumed to be true when they aren't. Reverse the crime with patience, love, understanding, caring being thorough, being careful, and remember the act of returning the wallet held such integrity that your shine will show the light to everyone else sooner or later but your light will forever shine regardless so don't unjustifiably **** yourself either---love yourself---and thank you for returning the wallet
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Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 7:34 PM UTC
Wallet Returned
He saw her drop a wallet and nobody saw it He returned it without her seeing it and she was glad there was no thank you, no need to feel indebted to, no need to reciprocate, no belittling of the effort to not feel grateful, no aggrandizement of the effort to reward overly to the point of removing, no self-praise----all just a quiet act of kindness but then someone did see him and blamed him for taking it in the first place and not only was the act not appreciated but it was scorned, misinterpreted, misunderstood, confused, defamed and finally damned. When kindness is ****** could there be any greater crime? The act was kindness and nobody understood it, and everyone jumped to conclusions, and everyone found one reason to **** for another reason, and nobody took the extra time, caring, compassion, and thoroughness and patience and love it would have taken to find out the truth---so the the greatest crime prevailed---far greater than the act that was understood to be the "justifiable damnation", but isn't it always the breeding grounds for justifiable damnation when conclusions about the biggest things in life are so quickly assumed to be true when they aren't. Reverse the crime with patience, love, understanding, caring being thorough, being careful, and remember the act of returning the wallet held such integrity that your shine will show the light to everyone else sooner or later but your light will forever shine regardless so don't unjustifiably **** yourself either---love yourself---and thank you for returning the wallet
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As the hail makes love to the streets I query its vendetta with I What had I done to be defamed By such unforeseen chagrin The sound ‘tis the ****** of the horizon Echoes that of a violinist scarred by ****** mortification The harmony plays in quite a lovely manner Could hook one quickly if not careful Appeased I sit in a wooden, black chair And saturate in fine rock refrains A pacifying compensation if I may say A scripted version of hell
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Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 8:48 PM UTC
The Violinist’s Vendetta
This time please don’t feel sad. I’ve tried to fade away. Stretch thin to reach me. Gone un-scratched for an eon. As a breath on a death bed. Can’t be savored for too long. It’d feel nice to know who I am. I’m pressed to find a way. Dressed in his slime and his slop. It’d feel good to know who I’m not. Bottle up and conceal. It’s all moved away this time. I can feel. No Fawkes whisper to reveal. It’s all been changed. But for me. I feel the same. I’m broken and poured. All vivid, but defamed. The color I had in my fingers. Is distant on a tether. I just coil it back in. Before I grow numb in taste.
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Feb 7, 2022
Feb 7, 2022 at 1:46 PM UTC
Far Away
How a humble son of Scotland Fought to enviable height First a paratrooper captain Then as a British knight This witty chap from Glasgow Loaned himself, a decorated past From Distinguished Service Order To NATO's advisory cast As the press took him in notice His wiki posts drew no pity As with his tale of valour He was defamed: "Sir Walter Mitty"
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Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 10:48 PM UTC
A Tale of Valour: Sir Alan Mcilwraith
Trolls and moles, this way did pass But they can all, kiss my *** I’ve neither maligned nor defamed And am surprised, to be blamed But, I bear no malice or intent I’m only left, with this putrid scent BOEMS BY JA 576
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Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 5:03 PM UTC
TROLLING
Armed with knowledge of any given set of rules, One inherits great Power: arbitration of One's own Be well-versed enough to be able to subverse any and all obstacles, however adverse, and, moreover, to be able to transverse thyself (and, by extension, thy universe!) perchance edified by some means of verse, (but not necessarily: bask in the diverse!) during this sacred and fleeting saga of the converse called Life: denied, defamed, and defiled by perverse and attenuated souls; true cowards: unwilling to traverse their own inner darkness, rather opting for the reverse: to turn themselves schismatically and indefinitely averse to the divine, ineffable, and limitless inverse: So this plea, please: Just be you, let them be them. Let me be me, and let her be her. Let him be him, just let us be us. Just let us. Lettuce. *("Why he talkin' 'bout lettuce now, mommy?" "I guess he just think he funny, the fool!")* Look, point is: You are you and I am not, and I'm okay with that. I am I and you are not, and I'm okay with that. I hope you feel the same. If not, by me it's coo', yet I jus' gotta say: I pity the foo'. Bask in the holy beauty of this Life while you still have the chance. Truly, Solace awaits those who are willing to face this unchangeable aspect of this Life: Diversity is the nature of this Universe; the Void is One is Two are Three are the Ten Thousand (et cetera, blah blah blah) Get over it and strive for balance. Maintain balance. Create it. Be it. Be able to lose balance and find it again and again and again... Be it. Be you. I'll be me. I'll try, at least. I hope you do, too. I mean, I hope you try to be you, not that you try to be me.. 'cause that's for me to do.. not you. that's.. oh jesus, here we go! Foremost, One must harmonize with One's own Godself. Nary another can or will do that for you, nor shall ye for any other. So, whatsayeth thou: let's just try and we'll see just what we can do. I'm optimistic, albeit a sign of weakness in such a needlessly vampyristic world. Please, heed my verse should ye be so apt, or, rather: inclined! Thank you for reading. Blessings upon thy Path.
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May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 7:45 AM UTC
-Verse [Art, of Language]
Armed with knowledge of any given set of rules, One inherits great Power: arbitration of One's own Be well-versed enough to be able to subverse any and all obstacles, however adverse, and, moreover, to be able to transverse thyself (and, by extension, thy universe!) perchance edified by some means of verse, (but not necessarily: bask in the diverse!) during this sacred and fleeting saga of the converse called Life: denied, defamed, and defiled by perverse and attenuated souls; true cowards: unwilling to traverse their own inner darkness, rather opting for the reverse: to turn themselves schismatically and indefinitely averse to the divine, ineffable, and limitless inverse: So this plea, please: Just be you, let them be them. Let me be me, and let her be her. Let him be him, just let us be us. Just let us. Lettuce. *("Why he talkin' 'bout lettuce now, mommy?" "I guess he just think he funny, the fool!")* Look, point is: You are you and I am not, and I'm okay with that. I am I and you are not, and I'm okay with that. I hope you feel the same. If not, by me it's coo', yet I jus' gotta say: I pity the foo'. Bask in the holy beauty of this Life while you still have the chance. Truly, Solace awaits those who are willing to face this unchangeable aspect of this Life: Diversity is the nature of this Universe; the Void is One is Two are Three are the Ten Thousand (et cetera, blah blah blah) Get over it and strive for balance. Maintain balance. Create it. Be it. Be able to lose balance and find it again and again and again... Be it. Be you. I'll be me. I'll try, at least. I hope you do, too. I mean, I hope you try to be you, not that you try to be me.. 'cause that's for me to do.. not you. that's.. oh jesus, here we go! Foremost, One must harmonize with One's own Godself. Nary another can or will do that for you, nor shall ye for any other. So, whatsayeth thou: let's just try and we'll see just what we can do. I'm optimistic, albeit a sign of weakness in such a needlessly vampyristic world. Please, heed my verse should ye be so apt, or, rather: inclined! Thank you for reading. Blessings upon thy Path.
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Signals are indicative of current warnings, just like a beacon of light which penetrates the abyss of parliamentary speeches which are designed to evoke contemptuous laughter. Such animated gestures are not dissimilar to crumbled biscuits which are catapulted before throngs of anticipatory populations. However, there are varying degrees of rectitude, where the graded fraternity assume grandiosity as they lodge in the fabric of society with loyal deception. Lurking in the esoteric shadows with the adorned regalia of blatancy and defamed characters - our captors are hidden in plain sight with political sanction. Gestures are a form of non-verbal communication, where specific messages are planted in anthropological soils with intended purpose.
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Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC
Philanthropic Gesticulations
Lost in a petri dish Alone with a wish and a can A list of excuses and a spinning thirst First and foremost insatiable The parasitic host of the ball Falling in a familiar black swirl Alight and ashamed Defamed and demoralized Dancing in divine depravity An imp to the flame A slave to the golden glow
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Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 4:34 AM UTC
Thirst of the Petri Imp
The churl in spirit, up or down Along the scale of ranks, thro' all, To him who grasps a golden ball, By blood a king, at heart a clown; The churl in spirit, howe'er he veil His want in forms for fashion's sake, Will let his coltish nature break At seasons thro' the gilded pale: For who can always act? but he, To whom a thousand memories call, Not being less but more than all The gentleness he seem'd to be, Best seem'd the thing he was, and join'd Each office of the social hour To noble manners, as the flower And native growth of noble mind; Nor ever narrowness or spite, Or villain fancy fleeting by, Drew in the expression of an eye, Where God and Nature met in light; And thus he bore without abuse The grand old name of gentleman, Defamed by every charlatan, And soil'd with all ignoble use.
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In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: Part 111
All good is lost, And we pay the cost, As we watch our country burn; A shadow up ahead, In the path we now tread, A molester at every turn. A haven for girls, Kept decked up in pearls, Now amused as they stand defamed; What change came about? How sick can a man turn out? The law keeps the culprit unnamed! Hurting another with such fallen grace; Leaving her in pieces, feeling disgraced: Soiling her form, her mind, her life; It disgusts, hurts and saddens the soul, A father, a brother, a friend played the role: Shattering her dreams, her goals in a strife. Tainted now in the darkest of shades: *Her life is lost, a future fades; Faith is a myth, humanity a tale.* She's hardly alive, like the waking dead; *And though she weeps on her poisioned bed, She will live on bloodless and pale.*
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Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
In a decadent world like ours...
Gracious angel, held just past my reach I remember running wild with you, at the beach. Extravagant white dress, manicured tresses, That you let the water touch. Fallen angel, at my feet, I remember you begging to finish me. Enough black lace, curls around your face, That you let defamed hands touch. Weeping angel, at the stairs, I remember you saying you never cared. Simple jeans, hair lost in the breeze, Which the waves of my love couldn't touch.
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Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 4:22 AM UTC
Untitled
It hurts so much that I could cry-- I could die asking "why" was it all a lie? You had my heart inside your hand, yet demand to leave a brand for my soul's command? I danced foolishly to your song while all along it was wrong; now caught in pain's throng... You held my gaze, so hypnotized, my demise by your lies I never hypothesized. Yet you can say you're not to blame for your game that profaned my heart, now defamed? Somehow you say: "Why can't you see, it can't be-- will never be.", after deceiving me? Why would you play such a facade? No laud for such fraud, your judgement was flawed... Tell me why I cannot be mad, not glad, and so sad-- does that make me bad? Why? I don't understand, what I've done wrong to deserve only your guise, my shame, and this mute plea; now crushed in your wicked maw, left lonesome and mad...
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Apr 23, 2012
Apr 23, 2012 at 8:24 PM UTC
Lies
*bad designs have already been built. on the verge of collapsing from all the guilt. aged and longstanding no wonder we face the inevitably, as what has been built will now dwindle away as ironically, wilted petals will do the same, disintegration of what we had is defamed, a shattered frame never goes addressed, with too many problems we just left, but I guess maybe it was best. we lost everything, and still never learned anything. we have nothing left to say. just the rusted frame like our doorway, we don't have to knock to be heard. but watch your step so nobody gets burned. because it hurts as memories flood in, making you cry as tears scorch your skin, you begin wondering what could of been. and then you stop, and drop into the doorway as you take the mats spot, your the one fading into the wreckage, sinking away fast before you can find a new direction. Shattered and vanishing away, but you never left the rusted doorway, your looking to escape the battered zone, you know your grown, enough to handle the pain on your own.*
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May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 10:12 AM UTC
We Got Built On Top Of Our Own Graves.
Truths twisted for the conveniece of others all assumed trusts abondoned much invested, non respected much love given but nothing back when will they see how horrible they are when will they see what they have done they know not of any other who has ever done what they have making up stories in their heads and saying it so much to themselves and others that they believe its true phone calls of deception, testimonies of lies framed, defamed and misnamed one little voice believes even in the face of all so knowledgeable one lttle voice knows the truth thank you little voice
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Aug 2, 2012
Aug 2, 2012 at 1:09 PM UTC
Little Voice
"Kids sure are growing larger these days!" "Drug abuse is hardly seen!" *"My eyes view only opaque haze... from the awing abundance of trees!"* "Not a soul took their life this year!" "And not one harassed for being queer!" *"Bullying? What is this word you say?"* *"My son is not known for deceiving tricks, or time spent in various prisons!"* *"My daughter is not known by her shade of lipstick, in fact, when she speaks everyone listens!"* "Not one reason to lock your door!" *"Avarice defamed, people are content with less, rejoicing graciously for!"* *"Did you hear of the major contribution Of food for the poor?"* "I took a moment to watch water drops glisten" *"Predisposed judgements? Don't make me laugh."* *"Ink on the skin is an expression, and a craft!"* *"Those holes in their skin? That just means they seek more!"* *"It never occurred to me To speak not the truth!"* *"My government provides safety without being uncouth"* *"In fact, the president's never aloof He's stern in his convictions!"* *"Our troops have returned from what they're calling 'the unnecessary war!'"* *"BP oil are hanging their heads to the floor!"* *"And all marine life scrambling to shore, don't worry, with this sanctuary, we be hoof"* These things were heard on opposite day And unless thoughts stray They'll remain this way. Don't let it waste, or let it fray Because it matters right here, right now Today
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Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 6:14 PM UTC
Things Heard on Opposite Day
Act Anonymous Put on the mask of your true self Jump of the window and- Talk with strangers The true color of humanity is shining- under the rags of the dumping site where the dogs of the heaven made are- mating . the cycle must - go on! Needless to say, the mask- is the true identity The star dust nebula swirling around under every passing wheels gives me chills under my anonymity Still under the watch of divine intervention and under the subject of my free will "Please god close your eyes" on the ride i meet strangers with smile and humans who don't care there are turns of wormholes and strong pull of black holes the star dust nebula strikes again but- its just a ride. take a break now. the red signal means it. - - * Break time Story* Here is story I wanna tell . Just to keep you occupied. I once met me on the turning of time travel. I was horrible human because I defamed love for god and few centuries ago, I was celebrated engineer I happened to create the god. that was it. its a ride. - - - honk the horns mr. my man! start your engine, kindly. Move on forth. I have strangers to meet because they are with smiles. Smiles.
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Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
"Under the ride"
Ash in my fire Harness my desire Cool my flames This kind of martyrdom has caressed my soul And at times i wish to be defamed As insane as that sounds The solid ground upon which I was standing has been shaken Transfixed into a new vessel's identity dreaming I wouldn't be lying if I said that I wish to run screaming Though with the upgrades coursing my system redeeming This thought is but fleeting I wish to know, do you see this flow clandestine in the making? With only ephemeral woe, the words I chose to toss on throes can only meld into this conviction For I must confess i look best unkempt I feel that scruffy look whispers my hidden contempt This life's diluted, sweet smiles all the while twisted and bent Don't fret emotions spent now my dearest of loves I hear a sigh from my brethren above As they watch me write lines on parchment inclined to my predisposition Listen to me now dear, it is not conditioned and the furthest from fiction As pretentious as it sounds I get shivers With simultaneous joy As I see your eyes glisten
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Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
The Ripple Effect
So the time has now come It's over for you You're gonna be gone And there's nothing to do You always loved hate You never were known To be the very best And you've certainly shown That your evils and wrongs Can never be ceased Always turn the living Into the deceased And though it's amoral And never corrective I fell it's important To be reflective Of a dead lack of mercy And an ignorance of shame So that you may be ended And formally defamed So here I stand And not a moment too soon A squeeze of the trigger You begin to swoon You buckle your knees And fall to the ground I rise up and scream "Eternally bound!"
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Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 6:04 PM UTC
Eternally Bound
when god heard Lennon sing "Imagine," it/he/she filed a complaint with the Human Rights Commissions, a grievous hurt claimed, needing omission, hurtful words, the spirit opined, his repute, civlly defamed a direct attack on his divine permissioning and though his unverifiable existence, a poor excuse for such a sid vicious exercise re his persistence, he needed humans the song to excise, punishment suitable be arranged, to assuage his hurted feelings, canons of political correctness demanded it be whiteout erased as if history did not matter, those visible tracks of his trade no atheist or agnostic here, having had too many disputations, face to face confrontations, about the damnable ironic games It plays upon "his" human dolls, by this manic~depressive curmudgeon, from up above & his vapored flighty humors, sans rationality, for god was supplied with omnipotence but too minuscule an impotent allotment of the untold power of the sensibility of the five mortal sensible senses, the all-in reasons or rhymes, the electric grid making humans superior, the ability to imagine Imagine a power so wonderful, an all-in everything I am God of myself, when I imagine Imagine I wrote this and then,          I did imagined that your crinkly eyes laughed when your read this, and then,          you did. imagine that*
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Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 10:37 AM UTC
when god heard Lennon sing "Imagine"