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"domino" poems
Feathers glimmer and shine As though covered in fish oil I lubricate the brain As I slip through the sky With a frictionless flicker My lightening wings Brain waves rapidly fluctuate Perfect balance held Between left and right Each wing a hemisphere As they beat and beat Accelerating into hyper speed 80 to a hundred or more Beats per second As though injected With a sonic speed Synapses bursting and exploding Exponentially connecting Blistering wing speed I become electric My circuits exploring Rippling and flickering through paper My brain comes alive Flashing multicolored lights Like the cities nights But still spaces collect around me As I am buffered from the world Perfectly still though standing On an invisible ledge I hold my mind in place While I hum in space Head down I drop my beak Into a funnel of concentration As I tunnel into trumpets Penetrating deep I flower   In new knowledge Polar aspects of mind Released through coherent communication Set free with coordination I seek to marry chalk and cheese As I hold the balance Between two worlds Flashing synapses firing And combusting Against pointed concentration My mind juggles two ***** Expanding into their fullness Expressing vibrant color My slippery slender beak Slips and slides in As I flutter through pages I discover new unexpected surprises Problems solved, Startling adventures And puzzles completed I find the sugary syrup The delicate delicious sweet spot With the thrill of falling domino's Spilling and cascading Many ripples fanning out Through my mind   I find freedom Each ripple massaging my mind I am catapulted into outer space I dance from fact to golden fact   As I am propelled forward on stardust My momentum shoots me forward I bounce and bounce My mind becoming unbounded   I enjoy this great Hummingbird delight
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC
HUMMINGBIRD LIBERATING MIND
Feathers glimmer and shine As though covered in fish oil I lubricate the brain As I slip through the sky With a frictionless flicker My lightening wings Brain waves rapidly fluctuate Perfect balance held Between left and right Each wing a hemisphere As they beat and beat Accelerating into hyper speed 80 to a hundred or more Beats per second As though injected With a sonic speed Synapses bursting and exploding Exponentially connecting Blistering wing speed I become electric My circuits exploring Rippling and flickering through paper My brain comes alive Flashing multicolored lights Like the cities nights But still spaces collect around me As I am buffered from the world Perfectly still though standing On an invisible ledge I hold my mind in place While I hum in space Head down I drop my beak Into a funnel of concentration As I tunnel into trumpets Penetrating deep I flower   In new knowledge Polar aspects of mind Released through coherent communication Set free with coordination I seek to marry chalk and cheese As I hold the balance Between two worlds Flashing synapses firing And combusting Against pointed concentration My mind juggles two ***** Expanding into their fullness Expressing vibrant color My slippery slender beak Slips and slides in As I flutter through pages I discover new unexpected surprises Problems solved, Startling adventures And puzzles completed I find the sugary syrup The delicate delicious sweet spot With the thrill of falling domino's Spilling and cascading Many ripples fanning out Through my mind   I find freedom Each ripple massaging my mind I am catapulted into outer space I dance from fact to golden fact   As I am propelled forward on stardust My momentum shoots me forward I bounce and bounce My mind becoming unbounded   I enjoy this great Hummingbird delight
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What does quality time together mean When everybody's glued to their smartphones Mom and dad buy new gadgets and forget each other... again. Meals are left cold on the dining table Nobody pays attention to homecooked meals anymore Food is rather thrown in the bin or reheat again and again... What is the value of mom's kitchen when Domino's Pizza can be ordered via online? The magicof smartphones... Homes aren't cozy place for us anymore Everybody enjoys secrecy... privacy... Living far  apart but breathing under the same roof.... Dear daughter comes home in tears Dinner date a sheer disaster, she said... He checks his Whatsapp notifications every now and then...and smiling reading his messages.., A total shame... Technology is meant for convinience sake Same time rapidly ruins our everyday life What has happenened to real conversations? Hiding behind the sophisticated gadgets What good is that? Get rid of of your latest Samsung and show your true face...
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 5:29 PM UTC
Smartphones
In the murky depths of muck and mire hope flickers in hearts courageous enough to believe; sending out ripples in the waters like a domino effect rewound. Insignificant seedlings to the cruel eye filled with light and promise as yet unseen turned Fragile sprouts in healing green reaching up and out to rest hopes on the water front, as if to console one another - we are not alone. Against all odds, bean of India, Keep going – Power through the sluggish resistance Of this darkened plane. Though life seems lost in loneliness Listen closely, Hear the Whispering rumours of life beyond the deep Of basking in light and life beneath the welcoming heat of a dancing sun. A triumphant act of faith indeed, to content oneself with growing, never really knowing what lies beyond the darkness. I weep for you with joy, O little pocket of hope as you propel yourself forward - such strength, such courage for one who as yet knows not of that rosey happiness, that snow white purity that lies beneath your shell. I stand in awe of you; You with your absurd elegant beauty tracing your journey accepting it as part of yourself embracing who you once were. The original rags to riches tale; Roots in putrid, ravenous foundations yet you yourself remain unstained. The journey every bit as beautiful as your glorious destination – a testimony to your essential self. I see you take up your stance Front and centre, finally ready to declare yourself to the world. Budding beauty of new life awake! open your eyes, your heart, you dont have to hide anymore the world is missing who you are. And time births healing and growth. Every flower blooms at her own pace; Tentatively unfolding - delicate and fragile still with gentle colours begging will I do? Caught up in a lighter life becoming bolder, blessed, nurtured blooming bright, opened out hello world, here I am. Your wary days drowned, you claim your space, Fill your space, Make it your own. The ethereal splendour of your gentle petals Succeeded only by the loveliness within, As you build up your legacy of hope So wonder will not be lost in the falling petals but made more beautiful still in the healing gifts, in nourishing others, in the gifts you give of yourself back to the world.
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Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 5:44 PM UTC
Sisters of the Lotus Flower
In the murky depths of muck and mire hope flickers in hearts courageous enough to believe; sending out ripples in the waters like a domino effect rewound. Insignificant seedlings to the cruel eye filled with light and promise as yet unseen turned Fragile sprouts in healing green reaching up and out to rest hopes on the water front, as if to console one another - we are not alone. Against all odds, bean of India, Keep going – Power through the sluggish resistance Of this darkened plane. Though life seems lost in loneliness Listen closely, Hear the Whispering rumours of life beyond the deep Of basking in light and life beneath the welcoming heat of a dancing sun. A triumphant act of faith indeed, to content oneself with growing, never really knowing what lies beyond the darkness. I weep for you with joy, O little pocket of hope as you propel yourself forward - such strength, such courage for one who as yet knows not of that rosey happiness, that snow white purity that lies beneath your shell. I stand in awe of you; You with your absurd elegant beauty tracing your journey accepting it as part of yourself embracing who you once were. The original rags to riches tale; Roots in putrid, ravenous foundations yet you yourself remain unstained. The journey every bit as beautiful as your glorious destination – a testimony to your essential self. I see you take up your stance Front and centre, finally ready to declare yourself to the world. Budding beauty of new life awake! open your eyes, your heart, you dont have to hide anymore the world is missing who you are. And time births healing and growth. Every flower blooms at her own pace; Tentatively unfolding - delicate and fragile still with gentle colours begging will I do? Caught up in a lighter life becoming bolder, blessed, nurtured blooming bright, opened out hello world, here I am. Your wary days drowned, you claim your space, Fill your space, Make it your own. The ethereal splendour of your gentle petals Succeeded only by the loveliness within, As you build up your legacy of hope So wonder will not be lost in the falling petals but made more beautiful still in the healing gifts, in nourishing others, in the gifts you give of yourself back to the world.
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My dear summers dream was to the taste cream Pass me the triple beam the microphone fiend Back on the scene simplicity is your complexity So amazingly like grace I be rockin' the place Like we Studio 54 shut down the doors Once the bubbly pours and the **** adores Ya mental **** ya sentimentals and these new aged millennials They too satirical I make miracles flow potholes Creatin' mass mayhem your an inconvenience Cuz of ya hesitance my presence is known Without even being shown paragraphs of stone Hard to crack waxing tracks like a shark attack Felonious acts we never back down Til my soul drown in the core of the earth Royalties since birth new my worth they tried to mirth At my pain tryna change the game cuz all these cowards Saying the same thang got dang got dang Time to chess box like Wu Tang leavin' a stain On ya reign no tears though I'll be on solo Rippin' up instrumentals ya know how we do so...yeahhh From the Sunny to bees that make the honey Sticky icky like my spliffs be call me smokey Puttin' fire to mother natures forests check the creases I unleashes Rap game mafiaso so so better back back Or else get dropped lika Domino so here we go! Here we go! With the ghetto jams love girls with the derriere's of Pam Got **** once again it's time to slam Mics harder than Shawn Kemp ya flows shrimp That's why ya girl calls me Mr **** no limp Slick as Rick hello young world tilt and a whirl Catch the swirl of Qatar Pearls on the neck of ya girl Suckas better know I'm coming with a blow Harder than Bowe combined with a super glow black Saiyan raps slayin' turntables layin' So I can get wicked lyrics Pickett like Wilson Flows in unison formation of words Herds a violent surge feel the purge We high rising no disguisin' knockin' out Suckas who jivin' ain't none survivin' ?
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Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC
Even Though Why We Do Wrong??
My dear summers dream was to the taste cream Pass me the triple beam the microphone fiend Back on the scene simplicity is your complexity So amazingly like grace I be rockin' the place Like we Studio 54 shut down the doors Once the bubbly pours and the **** adores Ya mental **** ya sentimentals and these new aged millennials They too satirical I make miracles flow potholes Creatin' mass mayhem your an inconvenience Cuz of ya hesitance my presence is known Without even being shown paragraphs of stone Hard to crack waxing tracks like a shark attack Felonious acts we never back down Til my soul drown in the core of the earth Royalties since birth new my worth they tried to mirth At my pain tryna change the game cuz all these cowards Saying the same thang got dang got dang Time to chess box like Wu Tang leavin' a stain On ya reign no tears though I'll be on solo Rippin' up instrumentals ya know how we do so...yeahhh From the Sunny to bees that make the honey Sticky icky like my spliffs be call me smokey Puttin' fire to mother natures forests check the creases I unleashes Rap game mafiaso so so better back back Or else get dropped lika Domino so here we go! Here we go! With the ghetto jams love girls with the derriere's of Pam Got **** once again it's time to slam Mics harder than Shawn Kemp ya flows shrimp That's why ya girl calls me Mr **** no limp Slick as Rick hello young world tilt and a whirl Catch the swirl of Qatar Pearls on the neck of ya girl Suckas better know I'm coming with a blow Harder than Bowe combined with a super glow black Saiyan raps slayin' turntables layin' So I can get wicked lyrics Pickett like Wilson Flows in unison formation of words Herds a violent surge feel the purge We high rising no disguisin' knockin' out Suckas who jivin' ain't none survivin' ?
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I believe, love is very personal; each person feels it in a different manner. Some do not even know what love is until they lose it. Love is personal like perfection, no one is perfect but some are perfect for others. These, are never perfect for each other. Everything works as a domino effect, one is perfect for one, which is perfect for another, and so on. We have created a form that binds all of us; we live in a love triangle, which is no longer a triangle.
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Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 12:01 PM UTC
Algebra 2
This is only our second encounter but all hesitation is gone from your actions I walked into the lair of a merciless monster igniting a domino of reactions my cheeks flushed as I'm held by this beast that I find myself pinned underneath hot breath pours out on my neck as my ears are grazed by your teeth my heart pounds against your chest your hands roughly comb through my hair I squirm, submerged in your arms continually gasping for air your mouth desperately searching for mine I finally succumb to your kiss the problem with a fatal attractions, is deciphering what's hell and what's bliss
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
Fatal Attraction
Excerpts from “Travels with Einstein” by Michael R. Burch for Trump I went to Berlin to learn wisdom from Adolph. The wild spittle flew as he screamed at me, with great conviction: “Please despise me! I look like a Jew!” So I flew off to ’Nam to learn wisdom from tall Yankees who cursed “yellow” foes. “If we lose this small square,” they informed me, earth’s nations will fall, dominoes!” I then sat at Christ’s feet to learn wisdom, but his Book, from its genesis to close, said: “Men can enslave their own brothers!” (I soon noticed he lacked any clothes.) So I traveled to bright Tel Aviv where great scholars with lofty IQs informed me that (since I’m an Arab) I’m unfit to lick dirt from their shoes. At last, done with learning, I stumbled to a well where the waters seemed sweet: the mirage of American “justice.” There I wept a real sea, in defeat. Originally published by Café Dissensus Keywords/Tags: Einstein, Adolph, ****** Berlin, Jew, Jews, Arab, Arabs, Palestinian, Palestinians, Vietnam, Vietnamese, American, Americans, Yankees, Domino, Theory, Dominoes, Jesus, Christ, Bible, Christian, Christianity, Slave, Slaves, Slavery, Israel, Jerusalem, Tel Aviv
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Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 4:11 AM UTC
Excerpts from “Travels with Einstein”
A domino pile are my notebooks and the bottom thoughts hold my wand. Unleashed with certain and schemes, the past asking what ends meets means. Walking somewhere going through, But be careful to slay the monster, what a story can become. Once the swift master, now a slave to my dog. The Archer and Orion, Apollo and Venus shining. Battle for my sake. It is, there minds and souls weaved from foxed cloves the slip in space and rhyme. Just in my skin as a stitch and storm to sailor's plight, "Oh my captain, Ishmael Sank into the night!" Leaning Tower now breaks inside, opened window to the sunrise. Tap. Tap. Went the sound of ink, Ocean breathes me I breathe the sea princess and pea
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Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 1:21 PM UTC
Stories
By: Cedric McClester You lying *** You so and so, You didn’t know, That she would go? As if the general Didn’t tell you though, You’re claiming ignorance And putting on a show You lying *** You so and so Keep it up And your nose will grow Just like the puppet Pinocchio You’re trying to reach A new plateau You lying *** You so and so, You paint a picture But you’re no Van Gogh You’re gonna fall Like a domino See you belong In a minstrel show You lying *** You so and so, You hired her Don’t cha think We know? That you’re duplicitous As world leaders know, yo Like Canada's Justin Trudeau Cedric McClester,  Copyright © 2018.  All rights reserved.
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Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 7:16 PM UTC
YOU LYING ***
Through wigs and make up, I pick up slack, Where you fall, I have your back, You lose your rhythm, And fall off track, I am perfections, In which you lack, I have no flaws, I have no cracks, When you lose yourself, Find Domino Black.
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Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC
Domino Black
Every day I reveal I give a little more something special, so real to life a different side of life those pieces of me no one can steal every night I'm where it takes me to where I find that part of me that needs no excuses nothing to change nothing to add to But what if it isn't the truth? What if I am a product of fear? When I look at my keyboard, I remember things I cannot say aloud. That is the darkness. nothing to subtract the fairy of all things sharp and dangerous. a day in the sun a light That casts no shadow, Pushing through all darkness To reveal the only truth a smackeral here, a smidgen there i stitch into the weave as my truth as i can bare, leaving me naked and bereft but as a milliner of words so fine I stitch together a tapestry of twine upon a silken bed of shadow the words, they matter on the morrow Twisted threads of golden thought weaves crimson tears that taught the one that orates as they weave leaves a pattern that can't deceive cleft, my palette of words, sacred, alone but not forsaken- created, awakened and tasted and i stop for a while to taste the silence between words the echoes of my steps roaming inside a dream Chinese boxes with corners that domino like the seals of envelopes, they stick to sticky seals of words, telling of straw earth. sinkhole, the word frightened me as a child even now I tread lightly allaying the inevitable i tread lightly, lightly... allaying the inevitable babble of... "lustful gushing of wordlove that cascades from my brain enervated, regenerated obligated to explain the gears and cogs of this clockwork world write....again and again the never ending refrain oh listen to the silence listen between the words from the death of one breath; to the birth of the next
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Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC
Community poem
Every day I reveal I give a little more something special, so real to life a different side of life those pieces of me no one can steal every night I'm where it takes me to where I find that part of me that needs no excuses nothing to change nothing to add to But what if it isn't the truth? What if I am a product of fear? When I look at my keyboard, I remember things I cannot say aloud. That is the darkness. nothing to subtract the fairy of all things sharp and dangerous. a day in the sun a light That casts no shadow, Pushing through all darkness To reveal the only truth a smackeral here, a smidgen there i stitch into the weave as my truth as i can bare, leaving me naked and bereft but as a milliner of words so fine I stitch together a tapestry of twine upon a silken bed of shadow the words, they matter on the morrow Twisted threads of golden thought weaves crimson tears that taught the one that orates as they weave leaves a pattern that can't deceive cleft, my palette of words, sacred, alone but not forsaken- created, awakened and tasted and i stop for a while to taste the silence between words the echoes of my steps roaming inside a dream Chinese boxes with corners that domino like the seals of envelopes, they stick to sticky seals of words, telling of straw earth. sinkhole, the word frightened me as a child even now I tread lightly allaying the inevitable i tread lightly, lightly... allaying the inevitable babble of... "lustful gushing of wordlove that cascades from my brain enervated, regenerated obligated to explain the gears and cogs of this clockwork world write....again and again the never ending refrain oh listen to the silence listen between the words from the death of one breath; to the birth of the next
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It started with Guitar. It ended with Snarky comment. Guitar hit Song. Song hit Smile. Smile hit Happiness in a time of sadness. Happiness hit Laughter and Laughter couldn't help but tip too fast. Laughter hit Feelings. Feelings hit Observation. Observation hit Friendship, but more like Crush. Crush hit Heart. Heart hit Words. Words shook a bit, but hit Send anyway. Send hit Waiting, but Waiting brought Maybe. But Maybe wasn't stacked right. Maybe never fell. But the other ones did. The ones that didn't spell your name, but his. Love hit Replenish. Replenish hit Happiness. Happiness hit Life with my true love. Your name just lingered there, Maybe still standing. But then Maybe toppled. Maybe hit Conversation. Conversation hit Doubt. Doubt hit Curiosity. Curiosity hit Coincidence and Coincidence was just too big to miss. But that was the last part. Coincidence. Because his name was prettier, nicer, and actually said yes. But Coincidence just kept begging. Coincidence decided to get there anyway. Coincidence pushed Alcohol and Alcohol tapped Texting on the shoulder. Texting plummeted into Conversation. Conversation hit Argument. Argument hit Apology, but instead of Apology hitting Acceptance, it hit Snarky comment. And that hit Resentment and a bit of Anger too. Started with Guitar. Ended with Snarky comment. A Domino Effect into Catastrophe that I think about everyday.
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Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 5:08 AM UTC
A Domino Effect into Catastrophe
My blue virtual notepad My ever willing companion It's comforting and loyal Ready to serve at a gentle touch! Yellow notes are for grocery lists Red notes are Domino's alarm codes Purple is my WiFi codes And orange is for Bible verses But Blue! Blue is my old leather sofa Comfortable, familiar, Available Blue is the warm orange log fire That brings comfort and gives life. My Blue notepad, like the fire, Devours what I feed it. My raw emotion Unspoken hurt Anguish, disappointment Love, Joy, hopes and dreams. Blue understands that Mondays are red, Wednesdays are green and Fridays are black. Blue doesn't mind that number 5 its blue too Nor that the colour yellow Is for number two. Blue knows Enya sounds brown Vivaldi sounds red And Vanessa Mae white. Blue is my blank canvas My faithful companion My listening ear Blue is no mere colour Blue is Me
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Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 9:41 PM UTC
Blue Notepad
I was less magical than I once was at the time, I couldn't create a new world, And so I created a new life, A new life, new look, new hair, new hair, new hair, I had to cut my hair, or dye my hair, Or cut my hair, My hair is who I am... Who I was, Who I used to be, I needed to be ,needed to be, Me, free, I have the same dreams, goals, aspirations, I can just obtain them now, I was born out of the mind of someone much stronger than me, And I can be reborn into something stronger, Again after that, I can be Reborn, or Unborn, Or reborn again, I will never have my old life back, I say to the broken mirror cracks, I am Domino, Domino Black.
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Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC
Domino Black
I grew up in a home where words like "atheist" and "agnostic", if uttered, were shoved under rugs or place mats or quilt-work sentiments reading        "God Bless This Home" And so I too, would hide from those who hid from God. But then amongst the distaste and disregard of things less than God, I Became An Evangelist! Ah, yes! Because whose soul doesn't want to be saved by a thirteen year old with a clever Christian saying on his shirt that's a size too small? But not only that, no. I dragged my friends along with me. We were, in fact, a regular children's crusade. But I was a little bigot. I pushed away those who pushed away God, shocked at the thought that anyone could not believe in what now seems completely unbelievable. I even scorned the science teacher who had the audacity to introduce the evil of evolution. I was on fire. But then the Devil himself put Kurt Vonnegut on my lap. Yes, I accredit my loss of faith to a crazy science fiction writer. At least, he pushed the first domino. And my God, I was afraid. Afraid of feelings of distance Afraid of questions that never seemed to have an answer. Afraid I was losing myself. I struggled with the traditional questions, of course: Why would a benevolent God send good people to hell for not believing? Is he that insecure? If he is omnipotent, wouldn't he know what he was getting into when he created such sinful little ***** Why should we be indicted simply because we were born? How does He expect me to give Him my entire life? Fast forward about four years. I'm eating lunch with my oldest sister, a philosophy major, no less. She tells me how she experienced almost the exact same thing I did. And after an inward struggle of four years, finally I had the courage to admit my Agnosticism to myself. I simply did not know. How could I? But now I'm left to deal with my friends, and most of all my mother. I should not feel guilty for my beliefs, or lack thereof. I am an agnostic. I am a humanist. I am on fire.
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Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
All My Friends Are Christians: The Story of the Closeted Agnostic
I grew up in a home where words like "atheist" and "agnostic", if uttered, were shoved under rugs or place mats or quilt-work sentiments reading        "God Bless This Home" And so I too, would hide from those who hid from God. But then amongst the distaste and disregard of things less than God, I Became An Evangelist! Ah, yes! Because whose soul doesn't want to be saved by a thirteen year old with a clever Christian saying on his shirt that's a size too small? But not only that, no. I dragged my friends along with me. We were, in fact, a regular children's crusade. But I was a little bigot. I pushed away those who pushed away God, shocked at the thought that anyone could not believe in what now seems completely unbelievable. I even scorned the science teacher who had the audacity to introduce the evil of evolution. I was on fire. But then the Devil himself put Kurt Vonnegut on my lap. Yes, I accredit my loss of faith to a crazy science fiction writer. At least, he pushed the first domino. And my God, I was afraid. Afraid of feelings of distance Afraid of questions that never seemed to have an answer. Afraid I was losing myself. I struggled with the traditional questions, of course: Why would a benevolent God send good people to hell for not believing? Is he that insecure? If he is omnipotent, wouldn't he know what he was getting into when he created such sinful little ***** Why should we be indicted simply because we were born? How does He expect me to give Him my entire life? Fast forward about four years. I'm eating lunch with my oldest sister, a philosophy major, no less. She tells me how she experienced almost the exact same thing I did. And after an inward struggle of four years, finally I had the courage to admit my Agnosticism to myself. I simply did not know. How could I? But now I'm left to deal with my friends, and most of all my mother. I should not feel guilty for my beliefs, or lack thereof. I am an agnostic. I am a humanist. I am on fire.
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i Her Bayanihan entity, maketh me Muni-muni in the dusk Her Humaling for me is relishing, alleluia for her, wanderlust; I wilt court her mine soon, so she shalt knoweth all is bona fide I'll taketh her hand in courtship, pushing all the past hurt aside. ii I wilt Siping with her in the sugar, in the bowl she dip's her hand I'll dip mine finger's as well deep inside, inside her mind of tan; I'll draweth her name on cardboard, and use black marker to, Like bairn's in yard's, with relic yarn, I'll connect to mine muse. iii And thus to be fused, from ourn electrical sensual Spark's Naked in the world's view, just as actor's, playing the stage part; Though tis no script, this page is written by ourn amorous desire Indigenous bodie's, to light the torches, love HOTT, all sweet fire. iv Mango to be viscid, between me and her's succulent tang Her arm's wrapped around mine neck, not letting go, she hang's; She is Makisig in perfect perfection, wearing a domino mask Ballroom style, she driveth me wild, her love tis free, not a task. ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©あある じぇえん
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Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC
Kundiman ( love song) filipino tongue
Her greatest fear was going color blind, invoking domino effect, she embraced rainbow colors- whenever a chance she found. Now, she walks at the front as if she is the official bearer of colors in our frenzied blueberry hunt, up in the high ranges of Western Ghat's tropical rain forests. Our nostrils are special, "colors we see, make us madly sing" chants rend the air when- fragrance of ***** blooms wafted in the air. "Just like the smell when python opens mouth" said a voice, to the uninitiated, "Quit white, paint everything coal black, or is it the other way round?" "This place is magical can't make a choice" "Look! I found a serious irregular lake down there" "I didn't realize I was walking  in rounds, around a closed mall" "White light is a cheat, pixie laid us  is in the village green" "Y'll fall down" "Green was what i asked for got thick,red, gooey mud" "Why panic?" "Hey meet Mr.Yellow smile, kiss him a pretty, magenta ***** thought, good night" "I've a deep blue psyche, in nightmares I see ***** whales" "Wounded bleeding heart, she was nursed back to health it beats me, she limped back to her old green monster" "Hear that distant drums? brick red monster of the woods mating with a black cat" "A ritual of the tribes? is it meant as a crude joke?" Sitting under a tree shade, I hear for the first time in my life, a white ant's dark wintry song, lilting,  it spoke about the life as the queen ant's *** slave. **"Hey love this ***** magical feat, anything is possible, how reality takes a beat" **** it, three times over, on the bank  of the river,  then in water.."** "Blue grass, blue grass sing all the way up to the mountain pass, where ***** plants grow thick like ***** thoughts, a nightingale in funky dress singing  ***** songs and regale all" "That lush lass, her hair tied with a red bandana is a smart *** **** her" Someone screams in delight, evening spreads a magical light, more laughter, catcalls, the sassy chick just LOL Pass..pass A big headstrong hornbill, surveying the scene, gives a mating call the hillside reverberates with its sound. (C) K.Balachandran [email protected]
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Jun 10, 2012
Jun 10, 2012 at 7:19 AM UTC
Blueberry hunt
Her greatest fear was going color blind, invoking domino effect, she embraced rainbow colors- whenever a chance she found. Now, she walks at the front as if she is the official bearer of colors in our frenzied blueberry hunt, up in the high ranges of Western Ghat's tropical rain forests. Our nostrils are special, "colors we see, make us madly sing" chants rend the air when- fragrance of ***** blooms wafted in the air. "Just like the smell when python opens mouth" said a voice, to the uninitiated, "Quit white, paint everything coal black, or is it the other way round?" "This place is magical can't make a choice" "Look! I found a serious irregular lake down there" "I didn't realize I was walking  in rounds, around a closed mall" "White light is a cheat, pixie laid us  is in the village green" "Y'll fall down" "Green was what i asked for got thick,red, gooey mud" "Why panic?" "Hey meet Mr.Yellow smile, kiss him a pretty, magenta ***** thought, good night" "I've a deep blue psyche, in nightmares I see ***** whales" "Wounded bleeding heart, she was nursed back to health it beats me, she limped back to her old green monster" "Hear that distant drums? brick red monster of the woods mating with a black cat" "A ritual of the tribes? is it meant as a crude joke?" Sitting under a tree shade, I hear for the first time in my life, a white ant's dark wintry song, lilting,  it spoke about the life as the queen ant's *** slave. **"Hey love this ***** magical feat, anything is possible, how reality takes a beat" **** it, three times over, on the bank  of the river,  then in water.."** "Blue grass, blue grass sing all the way up to the mountain pass, where ***** plants grow thick like ***** thoughts, a nightingale in funky dress singing  ***** songs and regale all" "That lush lass, her hair tied with a red bandana is a smart *** **** her" Someone screams in delight, evening spreads a magical light, more laughter, catcalls, the sassy chick just LOL Pass..pass A big headstrong hornbill, surveying the scene, gives a mating call the hillside reverberates with its sound. (C) K.Balachandran [email protected]
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Captive of the city. A walk between the drawing and the camera, a drawing and a camera. Blindness is about understanding gesture. Stereoscope Sound Scenes Systems Blue lines form the links between the black cats suggesting, what we know is that we do not. Forget me the sweet song rising from her ashtray be gone hearts frayed afraid. Coma Cluster Coma Cluster Coma CLUSTER COMO cluster CLuster cOma ClUsTeR CoMa Soma simply trying to muster Domino Christos no longer allow my suffer ECCE **** IN The GARDEN of ever EARTHLY delights Strings Filaments Voids Soap bubbles filling a sink slide through Pop. Pop. I float above stronger than a rock my blue black burning body love emirates emanating Red-Shifted For You though dust clouds interfere
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC
SOho FeEds The pOOr
Bloodstained sweatshirt with no recollection of how it got there, or who's it was. Hands nervous and gentle, assured and rough, sitting terribly low on my hips. Street lights an unflattering amber on our pale skin, illuminating his eager eyes and my perpetually self-conscious ones. The sweet scent of teenage boy clung to him in the best possible way. These are the details of the first time he kissed me, the push of the domino. Since that night, with the neighbors' swing set alone as a witness and the brave frailty of a fall night's cold, I have been hooked. Trapped, spellbound, moonstruck, indelibly in lust with him. My back against a concrete wall, hands roaming and tickling the valorous strip of skin that really should be covered by my shirt. Lips on mine, hip bones digging into mine, hurried and heavenly. This was our last kiss. It was not tender, like the first one. But I was still too enraptured to worry about a **** thing, and he still had the upper hand. I do not know if we will get to re-do our last kiss, but god do I hope we do.
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Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC
ramblings of a wary-hearted girl, 14 dec 2014
There are times that I wish I was normal That I could be care free, as average as anyone can be Made within standards And regularity As orthodox as the eyes of most can see Statements boosting individuality Is easier said than done For in life there's no such thing as black and white One can't decide without thoughts to brew Nor think of things only from other's shoe The world we live in is nothing but a complex irony A domino of things which differ and contradict in every rational reason human beings knew I can never be an option to think of nothing but you You want to do something that in your heart you knew But If that will cut ties with those dear to you What will you do? Can that drive push through? Will you throw your conscience and push? I don't know what to do my heart is thrown in crude Watching endless chains of sacrifices and disappointments in a loop Even a libra can never weigh things through Going back to square one not knowing what to do
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Feb 16, 2012
Feb 16, 2012 at 8:57 AM UTC
IRONIC IRONIES
It's just a bite, what harm could it do? It triggers a domino effect, because one bite invariably turns into two, and three, and four and all of a sudden you're eating. But you can't do that, because being skinny will make everything better. You look in the mirror, hoping to see ribs and spine and hip-bones. You stretch your skin farther over your bones, and watch the fat melt away. You are skinny, and you are indestructible. Nothing fits. You shop for new clothes but they sag in all the wrong places. Nothing pulls over your chest the way it used to, instead it hangs there limply. There are inches of extra fabric behind your thighs. Your hips used to be graceful and womanly, but now you look like a pre-pubescent child. Being skinny just isn't fun anymore. But you can't go back, because you remember times when you'd stand in front of dressing room mirrors and clothes would s t r e t c h over your stomach and hips and thighs and ******* Everything would be too tight in all the wrong places. It is either skinny or fat, never an in-between. You can never be "healthy" because that's fat too. And the food is still on your plate while all of this runs through your mind and it almost kills you, because it's JUST A BITE. but it isn't 'just' anything. it's a big deal. So you leave the bite behind and your stomach begs you for something, anything. And then you see the candy. The chips. The diet sodas. The protein bars. The brownies. The ice cream. The milkshakes. And suddenly you are out of control, eating it all at once and you can't stop. It goes in but it HAS TO COME OUT. So you lock yourself in the stall. You tickle the back of your throat with your pointer finger and it comes back. Purple, Orange, Blue. Unnatural colors that come from processed foods. Red, yellow, green. And you are empty again, crying on the bathroom floor with no one to save you.
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Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 1:49 PM UTC
Skinny
It's just a bite, what harm could it do? It triggers a domino effect, because one bite invariably turns into two, and three, and four and all of a sudden you're eating. But you can't do that, because being skinny will make everything better. You look in the mirror, hoping to see ribs and spine and hip-bones. You stretch your skin farther over your bones, and watch the fat melt away. You are skinny, and you are indestructible. Nothing fits. You shop for new clothes but they sag in all the wrong places. Nothing pulls over your chest the way it used to, instead it hangs there limply. There are inches of extra fabric behind your thighs. Your hips used to be graceful and womanly, but now you look like a pre-pubescent child. Being skinny just isn't fun anymore. But you can't go back, because you remember times when you'd stand in front of dressing room mirrors and clothes would s t r e t c h over your stomach and hips and thighs and ******* Everything would be too tight in all the wrong places. It is either skinny or fat, never an in-between. You can never be "healthy" because that's fat too. And the food is still on your plate while all of this runs through your mind and it almost kills you, because it's JUST A BITE. but it isn't 'just' anything. it's a big deal. So you leave the bite behind and your stomach begs you for something, anything. And then you see the candy. The chips. The diet sodas. The protein bars. The brownies. The ice cream. The milkshakes. And suddenly you are out of control, eating it all at once and you can't stop. It goes in but it HAS TO COME OUT. So you lock yourself in the stall. You tickle the back of your throat with your pointer finger and it comes back. Purple, Orange, Blue. Unnatural colors that come from processed foods. Red, yellow, green. And you are empty again, crying on the bathroom floor with no one to save you.
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In an arcade a couple choose an engagement ring, through a window they peer and grin for this is the beginning of something new. He, the larger of the two- tshirt clad and cool- stares with nose against the pane. She, the rounder of the pair- dressed for work but doesn’t care- looks to her lover and smiles. In an arcade a couple chose their engagement ring, through the door they came out for that was the first domino to fall. I carry on with this coffee and think to the day when I’ll be in an arcade choosing a ring.
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Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 12:29 PM UTC
BYRAM ARCADE, HUDDERSFIELD
I say to you, I grow in your garden  as you grow in mine. I grant order and chaos, no move is yet to play out. I am All, all in All.... beginning ending, beginnings endings.   Co-creating in this non-creation, between blurred lines. It is there as Humankind you stand..      Male and  Female,     galaxy amid galaxy. I give you azure for pleasure,   darkness abides in good measure beyond this world waits great treasure. The service I ask of you is short lived and simple.. Love,  love yourself, love one another,  .. just love.          I am not away on business as some would suggest, I have not forsaken any of my Creation. I am always moving in, always moving out.. forever turning on, forever turning off.                  It starts and it ends and it starts again to end again, Impotence amid Omnipotence, a Mystery never to be solved, always to live and to die moment by moment.                  I am beyond your Imagination, you dwell in my imagination..         in my image you have your Being. You will never stand alone, you are always a part of this dance in the endless stream of much more. I carry you gentley through soft currents as well as rocky rapids. My words to you do not dwell in a book, They are alive and bring life. You were born to create this day, this Day, the only thing new under the sun.. Your freedom of will leaves you to create evil as well as good, your choice yet not your choice being forged out of my choice. There is no light at the end of the tunnel, you are the Light passing through the tunnel. You have forgotten who you are, who you were, who you will be. Fret not... I come to remind you of the abundance that is at your fingertips. To help you to turn away from the notion of scarcity. All you need, you have.. All you will ever need you already have.. you will it to be At times not knowingly. I am here to move you towards clarity. You can end the fight bleeding and on the ground or just not get in the ring... your choice yet again. Free will is just that.. it is not without consequence. Ignorance of Universal law is no excuse, the domino being pushed they tumble  into a future which is here along side the past, only the moment... infinite.
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Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
God's Tweet
I say to you, I grow in your garden  as you grow in mine. I grant order and chaos, no move is yet to play out. I am All, all in All.... beginning ending, beginnings endings.   Co-creating in this non-creation, between blurred lines. It is there as Humankind you stand..      Male and  Female,     galaxy amid galaxy. I give you azure for pleasure,   darkness abides in good measure beyond this world waits great treasure. The service I ask of you is short lived and simple.. Love,  love yourself, love one another,  .. just love.          I am not away on business as some would suggest, I have not forsaken any of my Creation. I am always moving in, always moving out.. forever turning on, forever turning off.                  It starts and it ends and it starts again to end again, Impotence amid Omnipotence, a Mystery never to be solved, always to live and to die moment by moment.                  I am beyond your Imagination, you dwell in my imagination..         in my image you have your Being. You will never stand alone, you are always a part of this dance in the endless stream of much more. I carry you gentley through soft currents as well as rocky rapids. My words to you do not dwell in a book, They are alive and bring life. You were born to create this day, this Day, the only thing new under the sun.. Your freedom of will leaves you to create evil as well as good, your choice yet not your choice being forged out of my choice. There is no light at the end of the tunnel, you are the Light passing through the tunnel. You have forgotten who you are, who you were, who you will be. Fret not... I come to remind you of the abundance that is at your fingertips. To help you to turn away from the notion of scarcity. All you need, you have.. All you will ever need you already have.. you will it to be At times not knowingly. I am here to move you towards clarity. You can end the fight bleeding and on the ground or just not get in the ring... your choice yet again. Free will is just that.. it is not without consequence. Ignorance of Universal law is no excuse, the domino being pushed they tumble  into a future which is here along side the past, only the moment... infinite.
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