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"Aren't you now tired of that green? different from the zeitgeist once was the ****** pulsation existed all along with me! I can see it in the movement  of yours when I  deep kiss you, not there, you are! it's too long, our liaison, my love listen, now it's time for a change, haven't you seen the clouds in quick changing formations? Yes, rest you need and a period of leisure would do you good.You have to don a hue to suit to to the mood, and yellow it is" The setting sun,languidly to the leaf said aloud. She felt the relief, she unhurriedly received his words  purple tinted.pointing the direction. The mountain wind, when the leaf  was green, an intense lover, moved her,always. A leaf callow and green in the wind, passion personified, during the gale she was the aggressive partner, demanding more, "You are hanging here for long,on this branch, knowing all, now time to let go, hear the music permeating through dust and clouds and lives transform yourself, you have danced enough with me here, change pace, let go, begin a journey new and find, what the cosmic hum tells to every single cell, and what's in the end, get ready to take newer forms from now on my love" Wind took her by hand and she let go every thing and naked to the soul, she jumped in to the deep below, a valley, in ferment, flowers, fruits and leaves in abundance, stood with bated breath, beckoning, welcoming, cheering the fallen leaf, the last dance it was,with the wind and sun, in whispers the wanton wind told her" time to go, feel light and explore, discover the secrets still left" Earth, red and fertile was much pleased, smiled at her, "Come down beloved, here I lie in wait, impatient, this is your bed, not a minute late you are, here as before in the appointed hour,you are aware at any time you have to end up as the salt of the earth, you'll love it here as much you did on a flowering branch, bit by bit like the fragments of a cloud in blue sky, you will become one with me; the fecund muddy earth, new seeds with a vision encrypted inside will fall on you get nourished by what your love donates and would sprout.
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Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 3:23 PM UTC
The saga of a leaf, told sans grief
"Aren't you now tired of that green? different from the zeitgeist once was the ****** pulsation existed all along with me! I can see it in the movement  of yours when I  deep kiss you, not there, you are! it's too long, our liaison, my love listen, now it's time for a change, haven't you seen the clouds in quick changing formations? Yes, rest you need and a period of leisure would do you good.You have to don a hue to suit to to the mood, and yellow it is" The setting sun,languidly to the leaf said aloud. She felt the relief, she unhurriedly received his words  purple tinted.pointing the direction. The mountain wind, when the leaf  was green, an intense lover, moved her,always. A leaf callow and green in the wind, passion personified, during the gale she was the aggressive partner, demanding more, "You are hanging here for long,on this branch, knowing all, now time to let go, hear the music permeating through dust and clouds and lives transform yourself, you have danced enough with me here, change pace, let go, begin a journey new and find, what the cosmic hum tells to every single cell, and what's in the end, get ready to take newer forms from now on my love" Wind took her by hand and she let go every thing and naked to the soul, she jumped in to the deep below, a valley, in ferment, flowers, fruits and leaves in abundance, stood with bated breath, beckoning, welcoming, cheering the fallen leaf, the last dance it was,with the wind and sun, in whispers the wanton wind told her" time to go, feel light and explore, discover the secrets still left" Earth, red and fertile was much pleased, smiled at her, "Come down beloved, here I lie in wait, impatient, this is your bed, not a minute late you are, here as before in the appointed hour,you are aware at any time you have to end up as the salt of the earth, you'll love it here as much you did on a flowering branch, bit by bit like the fragments of a cloud in blue sky, you will become one with me; the fecund muddy earth, new seeds with a vision encrypted inside will fall on you get nourished by what your love donates and would sprout.
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following is a list of evocative baby names. the least you can do is wait for it. wait while my brother donates the blood I loaned him. while my sister decides to believe in war. believe because she is finally allowed to fight. war because my brother is dying. dying even though he has money enough to cover his inheritance. a disabled twitter account. that I often quote. quote from inside my different *** marriage. where I’ll meet my wife. and her only child.
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Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 4:12 PM UTC
evocative baby names
Though life is priceless And invaluable, To be frank, The blood, one donates To a blood bank, An oasis in Life-devoid desert A delivering mother's An accident victim's A nation defending Soldier's life, Helps to regain back! What a lofty task! What a lofty task! Donating the resilient blood Does not affect Our health's statuesque,so Once in a while Let us learn,to a nearby Blood bank to go! When sinks in the idea, Of such a holy venture Following suit All will nurture the culture!
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Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 3:11 AM UTC
It could buy the priceless life
Jamie keeps a middle aged white man imprisoned below his house as an involuntary *** slave. Jamie also donates a few hundred dollars each month to human rights organisations around the world. Sam spends a few hours most weeks attempting to draw people’s attention to both local, and international slavery. Sam neither donates money to human rights organisations, nor keeps slaves himself. Whilst most people who are concerned about human rights issues have a problem with slavery, there is some disagreement as to the most effective way to address it. Some are of the view that Jamie, despite his direct participation in slavery, is doing more for human rights than is Sam. The theory is that by donating money to human rights organisations, one can offset the harm associated with keeping a slave, and in Jamie’s case, since the donations are significant, Jamie has accrued a human rights violation credit. -Frightening thinking
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Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 9:12 AM UTC
Middle aged white male *** slave
If you'd notice, you could see the way he lost his mind, shattered on the tile floor he donates to. The coats of bandages that soaked right through. You can feel the lack thereof in effort; and I'm not saying you should be the one to save him, or that it's your fault, all I'm saying is that the signs were there, and you didn't notice for the sake of "I'm doing better now." Maybe we become denial, or numb to the stone cold facts in front of us. We shouldn't side with anger because it's easier; rather lend a hand to someone lower than us in the hopes you'll raise the rock-bottom people and awareness that this effects more than obviously-
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Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 10:57 AM UTC
Effected
Javier Oscar Has two first names Two hands, two feet One brain (Though he wished he had two, One for work and one for play) Everyday, Javier Oscar walks to work Crossing two streets Striding up two stairs Sitting in-between two equally shaped Gray Squares With two bowls in front of him Round with two light blue swirls One for pennies, one for food Everyday, after work, Javier Oscar walks To a park, to a bridge, to his favorite Two trees Where he squats in a shelter, a home of Two cardboard boxes and two shredded raincoats One a kitchen, one a bedroom Every two days, Javier Oscar donates Two dollars to charity One a future hope, one a forgotten love. For Javier Oscar is not poor He has two hands, two feet, two names One a man, one a soul.
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Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 8:59 PM UTC
Javier Oscar
Birth gives life with an awful Closeness, since today I Sent a 1st birthday card To a part of me, that I gave to my son. It crossed in the Post with his Card which Read… "Ian donates high quality kidney to his son" In Giving We receive More than we Can ever expect When we do what Comes naturally to a Parent in this cycle of Life and living and love.
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May 1, 2012
May 1, 2012 at 11:24 AM UTC
Life
It is an unconventional truth It starts and it roots You start the engine right You gear the stem in sight You step on it faster It runs more like a master When it is time it over takes Its a chance it loves to take Just try to step on the right It slows down with all its might Drinks of the earth it drinks Empities it with a blink It greeds over it more Can you handle it like before It runs in the count of miles Starts eating the green inside It donates a lot of stuff Believe me you do not want it bluff It slowly taking over Planning to become a ruler Multiplying more than our race Becoming the faith of the earths face Lets take our control now Save the world before its down Lets see the beautiful skies blue Before they bid adieu.
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May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 12:22 AM UTC
The Running Motor
Mr Rain emptied his buckets. Firmament a brightness of blue. No clouds christen this glorious sky. Sun light shining before our eyes. A wonderful sight. Growth of New Year as tree she unfurls. Novelty of dotted growth stuck tight. On shoots of winter’s broken limbs. Rain overnight. Morning donates her renewed delight! Yesterday. Sunshine smiled a little. Chill dared to nip at beaks. Tickled ears at first light. Glory be! In a hidden hurry the ice rushed away. Unnoticed as the day dashed on. And then the miserable rain came once more. Soon to be snow so the seer says! By ladylivvi1 © 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
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Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 5:18 AM UTC
TODAY
Let the  taste & smell of the alcohol possess you to numb the pain that he gave you. -He donates pain though.
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Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 8:03 AM UTC
Alcohol
Food is energy refreshing the body fueling the mind powering the aura There are few times I do in fact eat and those times I realize how vital it is The energy it provides The focus it gives The inspiration it donates Looking around i see their faces. Those morning faces, staring straight ahead with grim looks on their mugs. No thought son their minds either than the food which consumes them. I spot a friend. Wet hair uncomprehensioned look dressed and prepared for the day ahead the day of unknowing Trying to prepare for nothing for that which doesn't really exist Yet... Now I'm shaking, A broken man trying to sift the pieces back together Back together
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Sep 29, 2011
Sep 29, 2011 at 12:39 PM UTC
Food for once
Must I tell you about her locs, That dance with the rhythm of her hips, Watching their twist, and turn – a testament To the tangled thoughts in every strand, a reflection Of the tender care she donates upon her hair. And would I love to keep a lock, and key To her locs, being a LONG story in itself— Free, vibrant, and unapologetically bold The sunlight catches the rich hues of her hair; Tales of her heritage, struggles, and her triumphs. I swear, I promise; I must say... Her locs are the echoes of the laughter And tears that have shaped her journey.
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Feb 20, 2025
Feb 20, 2025 at 12:25 PM UTC
Locs, and me
The farmer and his hands His family and his crops Tending to his lands 'Neath gentle water drops Bereft of all worries He works from night to day Back and forth he hurries Feet to mud and clay When his jobs are done He donates fruits of labors To each and everyone To town and to his neighbors While gray and clouded skies Beckon forth more rain He's in his fields of rye Harvesting the grain He cares not for himself Before his fellow mate Putting food on shelf And dinner on the plate The callused sturdy hands The strong and warming heart He loves his own homeland And farming is his art
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Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC
The Farmer
Let's collaborate and coordinate, cooperate and disseminate. Let's not disassociate or dare to hesitate, rather let's keep going til we reach a state of counterweight that celebrates the gifts our Father freely donates for us to re-dedicate and elevate His name til we resonate with the angels at heavens gates. Amen.
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Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 4:52 PM UTC
Collaborate
* *My BELOVEDz A FREE spirit bird Soars wings in flight Heart as soft was steel Wisdom bigger than intelligence Seen through her lovely eyes Flowers grow on her radiant face No wonder the honey bees flutter Her being is a garden burgeoning Her smiles as fresh as rain Her laughter flowing as early spring Her eyes - the cosmic gaze Her hair - the blue violet nests Her breathe - like tulips and roses She walks and comes like an autumn That makes everyone fall for her Fruits grow over her Ripens redz in LOVERz shade Pomegranate juice, chin apples How round and sweet her ******* Riches, fame, desires shower on her Her purity is wealthy royal treasury Her skin is silk Her pores essence is scent Her body is gold-dust curves Her ruby lips Her pearly teeth I always say to her YOU are God/dess/ Nature's 'Over indulgence" It is all about celestial LOVE Her existence evokes paradise sweet Her walks everyone sway in red wine Her lips honey, her breathe musk She is all divine, from head to toe Don't be surprised - if intelligence Missed the mark for wisdom...! Even her touch steals spring's heart Many have sighed and died though Just by the gaze of her LOVE Her face like sun & shine Her eyes like moon & light Does she know the sorcery of LOVE Her lips pink, cheeks red roes Her eyebrows - black and dark nights Her glow of eye - burn many hearts afire To me the curls of her hair Look like dark clouds Oh... her hand, fingers - reeds of ivory Her nails shining golden filberts Her neck - like an aware cautious deer Flows of the conflagration of her bosoms Her back as shining as surface of Mars She donates inward strength to LOVERz To play the mischievous subtle Her being plunders hearts and soul She profits through the trade of LOVE There is no one like her in this world The beauty of heavens on our earth She is an Angel of LOVEliness* *
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Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 8:41 AM UTC
Angel of LOVEliness
* *My BELOVEDz A FREE spirit bird Soars wings in flight Heart as soft was steel Wisdom bigger than intelligence Seen through her lovely eyes Flowers grow on her radiant face No wonder the honey bees flutter Her being is a garden burgeoning Her smiles as fresh as rain Her laughter flowing as early spring Her eyes - the cosmic gaze Her hair - the blue violet nests Her breathe - like tulips and roses She walks and comes like an autumn That makes everyone fall for her Fruits grow over her Ripens redz in LOVERz shade Pomegranate juice, chin apples How round and sweet her ******* Riches, fame, desires shower on her Her purity is wealthy royal treasury Her skin is silk Her pores essence is scent Her body is gold-dust curves Her ruby lips Her pearly teeth I always say to her YOU are God/dess/ Nature's 'Over indulgence" It is all about celestial LOVE Her existence evokes paradise sweet Her walks everyone sway in red wine Her lips honey, her breathe musk She is all divine, from head to toe Don't be surprised - if intelligence Missed the mark for wisdom...! Even her touch steals spring's heart Many have sighed and died though Just by the gaze of her LOVE Her face like sun & shine Her eyes like moon & light Does she know the sorcery of LOVE Her lips pink, cheeks red roes Her eyebrows - black and dark nights Her glow of eye - burn many hearts afire To me the curls of her hair Look like dark clouds Oh... her hand, fingers - reeds of ivory Her nails shining golden filberts Her neck - like an aware cautious deer Flows of the conflagration of her bosoms Her back as shining as surface of Mars She donates inward strength to LOVERz To play the mischievous subtle Her being plunders hearts and soul She profits through the trade of LOVE There is no one like her in this world The beauty of heavens on our earth She is an Angel of LOVEliness* *
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