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vhcgjhf Jul 2015
plot out distances between freckles
and count the amount of hairs;
in a beauteous analysis
a cold witnessing
of)a featured lifeless gaze
projected onto windows
refracted in time with the pounding
from lost soulless ghouls
in a dank puddled basement
as we stare through keyholes

the length of life waits to rescind
to wash up on the shoreline
anew, once refreshed
with Angina on

wading in cyclic waves
in deposits of reveries
stale orangeade sonatas
and dull area tirades


the purpose
economized

every axiom
americanized

and as your atoms become depersonalized
tension is materialized, in ornate ivory
shattered brass instruments rusted by
novels written to god
in a
fractured light
and range

cramped in a curtailed distance
a brickwall deadend universe
gnashing with frustration
****** yawns of futility

closed viaducts
and vacant lots
deafened eyes, grey
glimmering in retort
to their own expression


blind sight was squandered by the snapback, of all the
strings of the orchestra as they were simultaneously snipped
by sharp prying eyes, listening to the mixing of paint
to smell the music, its arms limp, vivid
wishing to pull you back (in hindsight)
with dreaded, deadened incantations
a dithyrambic liturgy to the drunken thoughtless night
of slurred litanies and unappeasable, irascible deities
lonely and immaculate, all-powerless and deft
in irksome quarrels and arguments
glossed over by the fine print of another
exalting the vainglorious self-inscribed paragons
and revelling every inadmissible mistake

gazing past to a solo star
dumbstruck and dead
from an evaluation
and dehydration

dying to know
forget it.
Adam Wayne Terry Sep 2015
A man's mind is his height,
his heart is his depth,
A man's mind is his height, his heart is his depth, and his soul spans the distance between.
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Sometimes I smile to hide the pain, but that's as fake as I get.
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Patience is built on deep thought and self-restraint.
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You can take any failure and make it motive to succeed.
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So many good people die so young. All we can do is carry their care and honor on.
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Some pain can last a lifetime.
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We may not always see it, but the sun shines all the time. Sometimes it just gets obscured by the clouds of our everyday lives.
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I am fortunate to have had a natural inclination to see the silver lining in most situations, but as with everything, there is a tradeoff. Seeing only the good in things can let complacency run amok, allowing too much of the bad be ignored. Another example of what I call The Duality of Existence. Everything has a counterbalance.
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Appearance is just a surface; true beauty lives beneath the bones. (In the heart and mind.)
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Show gratitude today instead of regret tomorrow.
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An affinity that perpetuates to infinity, that's what I seek.
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Photography is an art of timing and perspective.
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When you look at the moon looming ~250,000 miles away in the night sky, take a few seconds to notice which direction it's moving. Take from that what you may.
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Having children does not make you a man, handling your responsibilities does. Going beyond that by helping others to handle theirs makes you a good man. I am a good man.
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Words of Interest (with meaning):
dithyrambic (passionate);
scintillating (clever);
comburent (blazing);
ecumenical (universal);
edification (illumination).
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I think like a creative machine, but I feel like a tall leprechaun.
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Some men just want to watch the world learn.
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Music is poetry to sound.
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Reflection deepens your perspective.
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I can only trust that I won't let me down.
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I judge distance, not people.
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I know better than to play with fire, but you burn brighter than any I've ever seen.
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Where others have the law, religion, or karma, I have a strong conscience. It guides me by what my heart feels and my mind knows is right, which can at times contradict the aforementioned disciplines. The thing is that I have to live with my heart and mind, and both understand that everyone else has to live with theirs too. I am my own discipline, because I could be you.
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The heart can beat without the brain, but the brain needs the heart to survive.
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Take nothing for granted and appreciate all you're given.
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Inaction is an action.
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The greatest words require the greatest actions to substantiate their meaning.
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There are more stars in the heavens than there are grains of sand in all the beaches AND deserts on earth. Think about how many grains of sand you can hold in your hand.
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Hope can be a tenuous attachment.
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Maturity recognizes that responsibility is not optional.
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The ratio of humans that confound me to humans that impress me is staggeringly unbalanced.
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Change is the only constant.
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Good things come to those who do good things.
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These words just traveled through your mind in a sequence I designed.
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The best things in life aren't free, they're freeing.
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This is a collection of adages and laconic constructs.
Billy White Mar 2016
plot out distances between freckles
and count the amount of hairs;
in a beauteous analysis
a cold witnessing
of)a featured lifeless gaze
projected onto windows
refracted in time with the pounding
from lost soulless ghouls
in a dank puddled basement
as we stare through keyholes

the length of life waits to rescind
to wash up on the shoreline
anew, once refreshed
with Angina on

wading in cyclic waves
in deposits of reveries
stale orangeade sonatas
and dull area tirades


the purpose
economized

every axiom
americanized

and as your atoms become depersonalized
tension is materialized, in ornate ivory
shattered brass instruments rusted by
novels written to god
in a
fractured light
and range

cramped in a curtailed distance
a brickwall deadend universe
gnashing with frustration
****** yawns of futility

closed viaducts
and vacant lots
deafened eyes, grey
glimmering in retort
to their own expression


blind sight was squandered by the snapback, of all the
strings of the orchestra as they were simultaneously snipped
by sharp prying eyes, listening to the mixing of paint
to smell the music, its arms limp, vivid
wishing to pull you back (in hindsight)
with dreaded, deadened incantations
a dithyrambic liturgy to the drunken thoughtless night
of slurred litanies and unappeasable, irascible deities
lonely and immaculate, all-powerless and deft
in irksome quarrels and arguments
glossed over by the fine print of another
exalting the vainglorious self-inscribed paragons
and revelling every inadmissible mistake

gazing past to a solo star
dumbstruck and dead
from an evaluation
and dehydration

dying to know
forget it.

— The End —