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Technology Has empowered humanity Like humanity has been never been empowered The concern It has not only empowered humanity to a new level Brings in the ill effects humanity might face In the present and  future The new concern for humanity The use of technology in the wisest way possible Earth and nature The very root of humanity Been in shade Noblest thing that can be done Is the wise use the of technological advancement In the pathway of revival of nature In the natural and earthly essence of life Of course In global scenario there are corporates Big hulks That only go for accumulating more and more Whose concern Is not the nature and humanity Now the question arises The history of humanity We crave to discuss about now Has it the future time frame long enough? As the past time frame We are talking about in interest Or the ignorance and unconscious humanity Lead to the path of eliminating its own race?
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Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 3:33 PM UTC
Technology - the concern
With all of the technology that's around these days have we not in fact become enslaved by its ways? It should be used towards the immediate benefit of all mankind eliminating poverty, hunger, disease and to enlighten the mind.
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Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 10:47 PM UTC
Quatrain #93 - With all of the technology ...
foundational fluctuation as flatulence is introduced that’s right **** jokes pppfffrrrttttt destroying families undermining relationships damaging friendships ending love breaking the mold extinguishing the fire eliminating the excitement drowning fun and smelling bad – pretentious vegetarian wind walker kale excretions cabbage attack cauliflower bandit spreading propaganda and funk while talking trash about cigarette smokers – I could go on for days making egg comments referring to the arrival of Eddie’s big brown shark –
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Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
**** joke
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Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 2:54 AM UTC
Husband wife dispute/girlfriend/boyfriend breakup Solution
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Sixth grade was the first time I remember feeling out of place in my own body. I tried on a shirt from the year before and realized I wasn't the same size anymore. I felt strange for a moment, then brushed it off. I threw away the shirt the next day. By the end of middle school I knew I was bigger than my friends, but I tried to avoid thinking about it. I just wanted to fit in like the rest of them. Freshman year I got called fat and decided to make myself invisible. Treated every food as if it an allergy. Lost 30 pounds in 60 days. Told my parents I already ate. Told my friends I was eliminating junk food. Told no one my secret for years. Gained my weight back then lost it just as quickly. The never ending cycle of starving, binging, purging. Starving, binging, purging. Starving, binging, purging. Nobody notices when I fall off track because disordered eating is only cared about when the victim is skinny enough that you can see the evidence. I have been terrified for four years to speak out for fear nobody would believe me when I told them. No one expects a bigger girl to not know how to feed herself. There is something to say about a culture so warped that I get upset by the fact I don't have a stereotypical eating disorder body. Sometimes I wish it was more obvious, so at least that way they could see how hard I'm trying to be perfect... To fit in. America, am I not sick enough for you already?
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Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 11:03 PM UTC
Not Sick Enough
Four parts, woven together Uniting all universal truths What others do with it's powers Only the future will prove The first strand displays the world's true nature Destroying everything it creates We become unwanted children Who have learned to incorporate Killing in our communities Biting, grinding flesh and bone Swallowing with guilt free demeanors Only leaving foul-stenched excretions as evidence Second Strand speaks of our basic biological anxiety To deny the terror of death Imperatively born, emerging from nothing Given a name and consciousness Hopelessly abandoned from the beginning Only to be fated always with everlasting death Strand three We hide underneath the "Vital lie of the character" Pretend to be shining knights in armor Who will make us forget our Unconscious anxiousness of death We all work to attain prestige, money, and the Fleeting feel of immortality Worshiping Gods with clay feet And when our beliefs are attacked "Holy wars" becomes the pseudonym for Our immortality projects The last strand All the efforts we put into Making this Earth perfect By eliminating scapegoat "enemies" and "evil" deities We end up making everything filthy In the effort to make everything right and pure We turn the Earth's soil black and color the sky red We strived for utopias, making dystopians All these actions seem unconscious But it is not the animals nature or Evolutionary process It's just us trying to pretend We don't have perishable bodies; Trying to deny death
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Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
The Denial of Death
Four parts, woven together Uniting all universal truths What others do with it's powers Only the future will prove The first strand displays the world's true nature Destroying everything it creates We become unwanted children Who have learned to incorporate Killing in our communities Biting, grinding flesh and bone Swallowing with guilt free demeanors Only leaving foul-stenched excretions as evidence Second Strand speaks of our basic biological anxiety To deny the terror of death Imperatively born, emerging from nothing Given a name and consciousness Hopelessly abandoned from the beginning Only to be fated always with everlasting death Strand three We hide underneath the "Vital lie of the character" Pretend to be shining knights in armor Who will make us forget our Unconscious anxiousness of death We all work to attain prestige, money, and the Fleeting feel of immortality Worshiping Gods with clay feet And when our beliefs are attacked "Holy wars" becomes the pseudonym for Our immortality projects The last strand All the efforts we put into Making this Earth perfect By eliminating scapegoat "enemies" and "evil" deities We end up making everything filthy In the effort to make everything right and pure We turn the Earth's soil black and color the sky red We strived for utopias, making dystopians All these actions seem unconscious But it is not the animals nature or Evolutionary process It's just us trying to pretend We don't have perishable bodies; Trying to deny death
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My auspicious and audacious assault augments the annoyance of aged accomplices. My bodacious broadside of boffolas berates and buffaloes bros beneficently. A classy crusade Clownishly chiseling and criticizing childishness. A devilish ********** of dillydallying dullards; devoutly denying dimwits the dulcet dream of defiance. Excessive, exuberant edification, ebulliently eliminating education-evictees. A fair-weather frolic in flippancy with furious fools floundering in flawed foppishness. Gregariously grating glum guys gleefully, growing grander garnishes of gripping gallantry gaily. Heckling hooligans highlights my heavenly humor. Irreverently irking irritable, iniquitous idiots in inestimably infuriating and incredible instances. A jolly, jocular **** joking with jerks. A kreiger kicking kleptomaniacs in the karyotype. (Cut me some slack, this is 'k', after all.) A ludicrous, laughing lambaste of lollygagging lunatics, loftily loosing luscious lunacy on lucky losers. A magnificent masterpiece of malfeasance, a monstrous, malevolent mission of massive misfortune for the minor minors missing no malicious missive. A noxious, narcissistic niggling of nitwits, niftily nixing the noisome naivete of niggardly nobs. An offhand, off-color outburst of outlandish observations to outclass the obnoxious overtures of obsequious offal. A pragmatic prediction of possible platitudes or platypi, a placid parley of pyrotechnic pleasantries provoking Pyrrhic protections by prurient prats. A quixotic quibble quarreling with a queer quarry. Ribald ribbing, ruining the robust reality of the repreachful, repugnant, and rapacious with risque ridiculousness. A silly, slighting slander of sluglike slavishness, succinctly sinking sloppy simpletons sourly. Tracing the titillating talent of towing tyranny to towering terrors to tactless, togless, terrapins of the times.
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Jan 7, 2012
Jan 7, 2012 at 11:25 PM UTC
Awesome Alliterations
My auspicious and audacious assault augments the annoyance of aged accomplices. My bodacious broadside of boffolas berates and buffaloes bros beneficently. A classy crusade Clownishly chiseling and criticizing childishness. A devilish ********** of dillydallying dullards; devoutly denying dimwits the dulcet dream of defiance. Excessive, exuberant edification, ebulliently eliminating education-evictees. A fair-weather frolic in flippancy with furious fools floundering in flawed foppishness. Gregariously grating glum guys gleefully, growing grander garnishes of gripping gallantry gaily. Heckling hooligans highlights my heavenly humor. Irreverently irking irritable, iniquitous idiots in inestimably infuriating and incredible instances. A jolly, jocular **** joking with jerks. A kreiger kicking kleptomaniacs in the karyotype. (Cut me some slack, this is 'k', after all.) A ludicrous, laughing lambaste of lollygagging lunatics, loftily loosing luscious lunacy on lucky losers. A magnificent masterpiece of malfeasance, a monstrous, malevolent mission of massive misfortune for the minor minors missing no malicious missive. A noxious, narcissistic niggling of nitwits, niftily nixing the noisome naivete of niggardly nobs. An offhand, off-color outburst of outlandish observations to outclass the obnoxious overtures of obsequious offal. A pragmatic prediction of possible platitudes or platypi, a placid parley of pyrotechnic pleasantries provoking Pyrrhic protections by prurient prats. A quixotic quibble quarreling with a queer quarry. Ribald ribbing, ruining the robust reality of the repreachful, repugnant, and rapacious with risque ridiculousness. A silly, slighting slander of sluglike slavishness, succinctly sinking sloppy simpletons sourly. Tracing the titillating talent of towing tyranny to towering terrors to tactless, togless, terrapins of the times.
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I look with worried eyes, at social Vines, of flashing lights and a lack of rights. Human compassion is lacking where it needs to be. Hate feeds off of hate, but if thats all it takes, then **love should come so easily.** Bashing in windows. Spraying with mace. Choking to death. Eliminating race. Classes are gone, So classless mistakes, are now made daily at the hastiest rate. We’re starving and hungry for the tastiest taste, of what has become the most delicious most suspicious, vicious, fishy, repetitious, superstitious, vision named freedom. It's naive to think we’re free when all that we see, is a sea of beings not being one thing, and that’s free. When was the last time you felt it? And we’ve been given a life long song and dance of "whoever smelt it dealt it". So if you took the feeling of now and held it, bottled it up and shelved it, you would open up to find your mind in decline. This moment was better while laters behind. Thats the path that we’re on but we have control. We’re not egos and clothes, we’re people of souls We're humans of thought Not students of hate. Evil got a head start, but now truth is in the race. And if truth is in your face, and you choose to look away, then get used to the abuse and not confused at truce-less fates. The pre action of action is thinking to act. I'm thinking that actually we’re ready to snap. They’ve bent us too far, for us to go back. The past is a place where patterns attack. And people are put no matter the facts. Police are afoot demanding the last, of freedoms they take them, and **** them with gas. A historical scene on Kentucky blue grass these colors don't bleed, yet we see they fade fast. We’ve exceed the need, to keep things intact.
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Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 1:42 AM UTC
Freedom: When was the last time you felt it?
I look with worried eyes, at social Vines, of flashing lights and a lack of rights. Human compassion is lacking where it needs to be. Hate feeds off of hate, but if thats all it takes, then **love should come so easily.** Bashing in windows. Spraying with mace. Choking to death. Eliminating race. Classes are gone, So classless mistakes, are now made daily at the hastiest rate. We’re starving and hungry for the tastiest taste, of what has become the most delicious most suspicious, vicious, fishy, repetitious, superstitious, vision named freedom. It's naive to think we’re free when all that we see, is a sea of beings not being one thing, and that’s free. When was the last time you felt it? And we’ve been given a life long song and dance of "whoever smelt it dealt it". So if you took the feeling of now and held it, bottled it up and shelved it, you would open up to find your mind in decline. This moment was better while laters behind. Thats the path that we’re on but we have control. We’re not egos and clothes, we’re people of souls We're humans of thought Not students of hate. Evil got a head start, but now truth is in the race. And if truth is in your face, and you choose to look away, then get used to the abuse and not confused at truce-less fates. The pre action of action is thinking to act. I'm thinking that actually we’re ready to snap. They’ve bent us too far, for us to go back. The past is a place where patterns attack. And people are put no matter the facts. Police are afoot demanding the last, of freedoms they take them, and **** them with gas. A historical scene on Kentucky blue grass these colors don't bleed, yet we see they fade fast. We’ve exceed the need, to keep things intact.
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You’re like the sweetest heart You’re like my miracle You’re the only one I want You’re like the World Series You’re like the saints ,won You’re like the eagles versus You’re like frog legs in Paris You’re like my always pads You’re like every ticket I’ve ever had You’re like my air bag I never want to use you You’re like my little angel’s eyes You are second hand smoke You are on my way to my God you are my music high way And every Mexican blanket You are a field of hay and a single strike of lightning You are every unfinished piece I know I’m saving for our children I have seen them in make shifts so we can definitely make time for everyone Keep me on your next list You are all the self help books that I read for my own mend You are prevention magazine And you’re mom is all the wax I accidentally spill out of candles I think you’re my insecure side that’s scared to love you in front of the neighbors You’re all the days I showed up late to school for Chuck Norris jokes in detention You’re all the lonely drives I take and really enjoy the scenery You are Oreos and Sonic Ice You are better than any view You are every sing le time someone took me to the zoo You are the pink palace You are mismatched socks You are solid rock You are for twenty in the morning on the dot You are every time that I cannot forget dingus Or every time we drive I sing to you Or when we got locked inside of the parking lot on signal mountain and the park ranger came to help us so soon You are my best friend coming to see me when I got to college You are the patience I gain when I Stop wondering who the one is Maybe you are every time I run away You are all the times I cry so hard that it starts to rain You are the doe that always comes near and is never afraid of what will happen next You are the day you told me I was the girl you dreamed about You are the day we sat in the back of my car You are there for me when I have gone too far You meet me further than any arrest or charger cord And Graceland too You’re my wonderful morning You’re my answered prayers for sunshine You’re every single word I type in black and white Messy cars aren’t so bad too meme my love for this love is the only art form I choose Loves eliminating my clouded culture I’m ready for the day when eagles fly over Thank you god for everything
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Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 3:48 AM UTC
You are 2:47 in the morning, you are every time I start snoring
You’re like the sweetest heart You’re like my miracle You’re the only one I want You’re like the World Series You’re like the saints ,won You’re like the eagles versus You’re like frog legs in Paris You’re like my always pads You’re like every ticket I’ve ever had You’re like my air bag I never want to use you You’re like my little angel’s eyes You are second hand smoke You are on my way to my God you are my music high way And every Mexican blanket You are a field of hay and a single strike of lightning You are every unfinished piece I know I’m saving for our children I have seen them in make shifts so we can definitely make time for everyone Keep me on your next list You are all the self help books that I read for my own mend You are prevention magazine And you’re mom is all the wax I accidentally spill out of candles I think you’re my insecure side that’s scared to love you in front of the neighbors You’re all the days I showed up late to school for Chuck Norris jokes in detention You’re all the lonely drives I take and really enjoy the scenery You are Oreos and Sonic Ice You are better than any view You are every sing le time someone took me to the zoo You are the pink palace You are mismatched socks You are solid rock You are for twenty in the morning on the dot You are every time that I cannot forget dingus Or every time we drive I sing to you Or when we got locked inside of the parking lot on signal mountain and the park ranger came to help us so soon You are my best friend coming to see me when I got to college You are the patience I gain when I Stop wondering who the one is Maybe you are every time I run away You are all the times I cry so hard that it starts to rain You are the doe that always comes near and is never afraid of what will happen next You are the day you told me I was the girl you dreamed about You are the day we sat in the back of my car You are there for me when I have gone too far You meet me further than any arrest or charger cord And Graceland too You’re my wonderful morning You’re my answered prayers for sunshine You’re every single word I type in black and white Messy cars aren’t so bad too meme my love for this love is the only art form I choose Loves eliminating my clouded culture I’m ready for the day when eagles fly over Thank you god for everything
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My tires went over the cracks in the road As I drove by people standing on the sidewalk Exchanging words, emotions, dreams I passed them on my way to the cul-de-sac To exchange money, drugs, humanity The pedestrians penetrated me With piercing eyes of persecution They thought they hated me for being there But their hatred is what led me there They injected hatred into my life The way I injected ****** into my arm They injected banality into my life The way I injected ****** into my brain They injected austerity into my life The way I injected ****** into my heart They prayed that my sedation was of a more permanent nature Before that they prayed for the permanent sedation of my ****** nature Wanting me to be fully awake But not fully alive They snuck into my mind And exchanged emotions with emptiness I snuck into their house And exchanged furniture with emptiness They exchanged words with the police Who exchanged my freedom For everyone else's peace of mind But the exchange between the excommunicated Exacerbated my exiled existence The steel bars placed before me Paled in comparison To the bars that surrounded my heart And faded from memory When the Xanax bars entered my system Until I couldn't walk anymore Making me Professor X Hiding out with the other mutants Trying to lecture the world That zombies turn to demons If the exchange isn't examined When they exit their enclosure Sidewalk standers turn to explanations more elementary Eliminating empathy While elevating themselves above us This is the epitome of our exchange
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Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 3:55 AM UTC
Exchange
My tires went over the cracks in the road As I drove by people standing on the sidewalk Exchanging words, emotions, dreams I passed them on my way to the cul-de-sac To exchange money, drugs, humanity The pedestrians penetrated me With piercing eyes of persecution They thought they hated me for being there But their hatred is what led me there They injected hatred into my life The way I injected ****** into my arm They injected banality into my life The way I injected ****** into my brain They injected austerity into my life The way I injected ****** into my heart They prayed that my sedation was of a more permanent nature Before that they prayed for the permanent sedation of my ****** nature Wanting me to be fully awake But not fully alive They snuck into my mind And exchanged emotions with emptiness I snuck into their house And exchanged furniture with emptiness They exchanged words with the police Who exchanged my freedom For everyone else's peace of mind But the exchange between the excommunicated Exacerbated my exiled existence The steel bars placed before me Paled in comparison To the bars that surrounded my heart And faded from memory When the Xanax bars entered my system Until I couldn't walk anymore Making me Professor X Hiding out with the other mutants Trying to lecture the world That zombies turn to demons If the exchange isn't examined When they exit their enclosure Sidewalk standers turn to explanations more elementary Eliminating empathy While elevating themselves above us This is the epitome of our exchange
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Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 11:18 AM UTC
201506-w3
Festivals are appreciated by many just because they mean public holidays.. Some of them may also be holy days.. and they also reunite us people together.. They are the days in which there are no enmity.. but only unity.. the days in which everybody are supposed to be happy.. Today is Diwali, a festival celebrated by Hindus, but this does not mean that only Hindus can celebrate it.. Its all about sharing and helping other people,eliminating the darkness and most importantly, bring light in your house,lives,and in the lives of others.. Happy Diwali to ALL of you guys!
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Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC
Festivals
In a land where the sun will shine Softly on our bare skins, The cool, calm water will flow over Our feet dipped in- Sparkling, soothing, tickling, While we’ll both lazily lie, Arms spread out, time stretched out, Truths and worries left behind, Where the only possible distraction From each other’s sight could be That of a butterfly fluttering by, We'll track, over lilacs and yellows, its flight, Then suddenly we’ll catch each other’s eyes, And once again forget the presence of all life, Just soaking in the profoundness, Of being side by side. And my fingers, freed from All shackles of wrong and right, Will slowly move over soft, wet grass, Eliminating whatever distance before us lies, I’ll touch for a moment, your fingertips, And I’ll test you, wait for your reaction, I’ll see it on your smiling lips, And at last with your heavenly fingers, Mine will entwine, To finally fill that love-shaped void in our hearts, For the union of our souls to never grow apart. Wait for me in that land, my dear, Wait for me; I’ll meet you there.
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Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 3:47 PM UTC
I'll Meet You There
I should of left you years ago had I only known how much more pain you could actually cause me . If I'm getting honest perhaps i did know but I didn't want to admit it I wasn't ready I couldn't let you win to take power over me. I suppose I kinda got off on it the way you could make me feel incredible by eliminating my desire to feel at all. Or maybe I got off on the way you treated me always putting your needs ahead of mine the abuse and pain I believed I deserved. God how pathetic I was but I guess that's why it was so easy to get to know you to become devoured by your sweet seduction.. at the time I really needed you you saved me I guess that's why it's so hard to say goodbye to you as much as I truly sincerely ******* hate you and I do hate you I can't figure out how to escape the love I still will always have for you. You saved my life after all.. then you made it feel far from worth saving. I'm sorry it's been a good run but I'd say it's about time you've had this coming for awhile but I'd never been ready till now… and so I stand here hopeless Tired and ******* mad as hell to tell you it's time to go I'm ready to move on it won't be easy it isn't going to be easy but you win I surrender i am powerless over you and my life our life has become unmanageable I know when I'm with you that's the way it is.. so I'm leaving you to begin to pick up all the wreckage we made to buckle down and deal with my consequences for once in my life. And I have hope that one day I'll find someone better I'll be someone better and who knows I might even like me.. addiction you've been Dumped for Me so how does it feel? Wait you don't feel do you but don't worry I won't forget about you i couldn't I know your always there betting wishing waiting for me to **** things up expecting me to just come running back to you… and I know that will always be an option but right now I'm choosing life and feelings and depression and devotion and Hope never letting that Hope wonder to far away holding it close living Just for Today…..
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Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 7:32 AM UTC
Goodbye Addiction
I should of left you years ago had I only known how much more pain you could actually cause me . If I'm getting honest perhaps i did know but I didn't want to admit it I wasn't ready I couldn't let you win to take power over me. I suppose I kinda got off on it the way you could make me feel incredible by eliminating my desire to feel at all. Or maybe I got off on the way you treated me always putting your needs ahead of mine the abuse and pain I believed I deserved. God how pathetic I was but I guess that's why it was so easy to get to know you to become devoured by your sweet seduction.. at the time I really needed you you saved me I guess that's why it's so hard to say goodbye to you as much as I truly sincerely ******* hate you and I do hate you I can't figure out how to escape the love I still will always have for you. You saved my life after all.. then you made it feel far from worth saving. I'm sorry it's been a good run but I'd say it's about time you've had this coming for awhile but I'd never been ready till now… and so I stand here hopeless Tired and ******* mad as hell to tell you it's time to go I'm ready to move on it won't be easy it isn't going to be easy but you win I surrender i am powerless over you and my life our life has become unmanageable I know when I'm with you that's the way it is.. so I'm leaving you to begin to pick up all the wreckage we made to buckle down and deal with my consequences for once in my life. And I have hope that one day I'll find someone better I'll be someone better and who knows I might even like me.. addiction you've been Dumped for Me so how does it feel? Wait you don't feel do you but don't worry I won't forget about you i couldn't I know your always there betting wishing waiting for me to **** things up expecting me to just come running back to you… and I know that will always be an option but right now I'm choosing life and feelings and depression and devotion and Hope never letting that Hope wonder to far away holding it close living Just for Today…..
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There are clocks turning backwards there are rights being lost, you might think you’re unaffected but things are worse than you thought. For your wives and your daughters are now property of the state; they’ll be tracking their cycles and they better not be late. For your women are now watched by the militarized state; The old laws have been eradicated, cause it’s freedom the republican fundamentalists hate, and like the Taliban, your freedoms they’re taking. You better vote soon, before it’s too late, cause your rights are disintegrating. Come fathers and husbands throughout the land let’s give them an electoral beating that they’ll understand your vote is your voice so please take a stand. If the freedom of privacy's worth saving, you better vote soon, before it’s too late, cause your rights they’re eliminating.
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Aug 29, 2023
Aug 29, 2023 at 9:37 PM UTC
a hard right
Hanging at the end of Strained rope Swing my lost ambitions And desires My sanity swaying in the Cruel winds of Loveless night Just a square peg Confronted with A round hole Dropped anchor on The shores of insanity It seems so beautiful here. I must create my own world As my place in this one Does not seem fitting Genius is wasted Upon the buffoonery Of mass ignorance Intelligence shunned Brilliance and uniqueness Frowned upon and cast aside For the normality of uninteresting ****** zombies The painfully intelligent Forced into subversion Hiding their gifts For fear of being outcast Men who cling to the faults Of their fathers And stories of stir crazy, house wives Cabin fever was invented To thin our stock We all toy with the desire Forcing blind eyes Into the faces of The gifted Substance abuse is often a malady Of the painfully intelligent and artistic Drowning my will to be weird My own underhandedness Innately forcing my inner self Beneath a cloak of politeness This world This living theater Where we all assume Our own role Where our actions are Transcribed And cast upon us Like stones on the river I have grown tired Of acting the fool Prepare myself For a new role A starring role Have you ever felt The wonderment of déjà vécu? And the sorrow of knowing You belong to another time? I need the exhilaration of a time When life was simpler, Yet more confusing Was Judas the only one Christ trusted To deliver him to his fate? Is the human race too cowardly To be welcomed in the arms of a deity? Are we too ignorant to recognize That is has already occurred? Are we the last remnants Of an experiment gone wrong? The plague of the human race. Devouring consciousness Eliminating uniqueness Evolving into our own demise One too many mutations gone wrong Retching in the soiled undergarments Of our father's sins Reveling in the untold lies Of mother's milk I have soured on this world long ago Bounding for higher consciousness Looking for the unseen Searching for the undiscovered Drug sideways Through the sludge Of society Screaming wildly Through the entirety The gene pool would benefit From a healthy dose of chlorine
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Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 12:52 PM UTC
Unchlorinated (Stream of Consciousness)
Hanging at the end of Strained rope Swing my lost ambitions And desires My sanity swaying in the Cruel winds of Loveless night Just a square peg Confronted with A round hole Dropped anchor on The shores of insanity It seems so beautiful here. I must create my own world As my place in this one Does not seem fitting Genius is wasted Upon the buffoonery Of mass ignorance Intelligence shunned Brilliance and uniqueness Frowned upon and cast aside For the normality of uninteresting ****** zombies The painfully intelligent Forced into subversion Hiding their gifts For fear of being outcast Men who cling to the faults Of their fathers And stories of stir crazy, house wives Cabin fever was invented To thin our stock We all toy with the desire Forcing blind eyes Into the faces of The gifted Substance abuse is often a malady Of the painfully intelligent and artistic Drowning my will to be weird My own underhandedness Innately forcing my inner self Beneath a cloak of politeness This world This living theater Where we all assume Our own role Where our actions are Transcribed And cast upon us Like stones on the river I have grown tired Of acting the fool Prepare myself For a new role A starring role Have you ever felt The wonderment of déjà vécu? And the sorrow of knowing You belong to another time? I need the exhilaration of a time When life was simpler, Yet more confusing Was Judas the only one Christ trusted To deliver him to his fate? Is the human race too cowardly To be welcomed in the arms of a deity? Are we too ignorant to recognize That is has already occurred? Are we the last remnants Of an experiment gone wrong? The plague of the human race. Devouring consciousness Eliminating uniqueness Evolving into our own demise One too many mutations gone wrong Retching in the soiled undergarments Of our father's sins Reveling in the untold lies Of mother's milk I have soured on this world long ago Bounding for higher consciousness Looking for the unseen Searching for the undiscovered Drug sideways Through the sludge Of society Screaming wildly Through the entirety The gene pool would benefit From a healthy dose of chlorine
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Hello, you I guess you're new Because anyone with any sense Would know that crossing me doesn't last I've dealt with plenty of ******* You're not new and niether are your words. Eliminating you is easier than drinking water. Doesn't cost much and takes little time. Surprised? Well, your grand mistake, Your extremely stupid move, Was trying to cross a girl like me Who has absolutely nothing to lose. Not for a while, anyway.
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Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 8:43 AM UTC
*******
Smiling and communicating is such a pain But these things I must everyday feign Because this is a world that lives in a lie They avoid the truth even if it’s staring them in the eye I must wear a mask to live in this place They’d slaughter me if they saw my real face I’m a rare breed though I’m not the only one alive Eliminating them makes me the fittest to survive The ones who make everyone happy are the ones most sad Perhaps because they don’t want others to have a past so bad Its true when they say don’t judge a book by its cover I’m a serial killer; not a friend, nor your lover Though what I do is for those whose justice is denied A punishment I receive is I have no one to confide It’s not the beauty outside but what’s beyond the façade I have to measure my steps and always choose the right card Though what I do is not legally right I punish those who are demons of the night I am Dexter, master of disguise It’s not the truth that defines me; it’s my lies...
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Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 10:42 AM UTC
Dexter
During moments I yearned for forests grown for me alone, Caressing them in a dream, I could sense the throbbing of the heart Hidden beneath my ribs to bless my journey. Summoning me with a pulse that he recognizes in me. I heard the noise of abandoned smoke from a moment of care Join with me, Forcefully traversing desires to the hidden-most one. My spirit swung toward him, Creating a tingling On lips that devour breaths alive. I felt ashamed, But the eye, In moments—I scarcely know what to call them—that took me on another route Toward the television, saw warplanes . . . spray death on them. At that moment, The fire of machine guns raked all the bodies, And another fire raked my body when I trained my eye on him Hesitantly inclining his head Toward a shoulder unaccustomed to the secret of the stars of war Or to insomnia. Oh . . . . I leaned on it! And when he caressed a dumbfounded person I felt his fingers like coiling embers inside me. Bashfulness seized the excuse this caress gave . . . and vanished, Eliminating distance till the two of us were one. And the eye—he moaned: May love not forgive her the eye—repeated another evasion Toward a drizzle of men flung about in the air by just the rustling of a pilot penetrating a building To fall on screens as the debris of breaking news. But his breaths . . . shattering the still down of the cheek, And turning their picture into mist as Eddies of the screen’s corpses . . . varieties of death that they brought them. The spirit that became a body, The body that was sold for the sake of a touch, The eye that was concealed in his image And that approached the firebrand of conflagrations. Everyone drawing close to everyone, Everyone, Everyone, Everyone. But the thunder of their machine guns splintered them: Corpses piled on corpses, I mean on me, The eyes of those in it were extinguished. They slept in a trench of silence. My eyes’ lids parted in a wakefulness obsessed with them. I rose … and embraced the chill That the screens brought me in commemoration of Stalingrad. ……………………………… Translated by William Hutchins
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Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 10:38 PM UTC
Stalingrad
During moments I yearned for forests grown for me alone, Caressing them in a dream, I could sense the throbbing of the heart Hidden beneath my ribs to bless my journey. Summoning me with a pulse that he recognizes in me. I heard the noise of abandoned smoke from a moment of care Join with me, Forcefully traversing desires to the hidden-most one. My spirit swung toward him, Creating a tingling On lips that devour breaths alive. I felt ashamed, But the eye, In moments—I scarcely know what to call them—that took me on another route Toward the television, saw warplanes . . . spray death on them. At that moment, The fire of machine guns raked all the bodies, And another fire raked my body when I trained my eye on him Hesitantly inclining his head Toward a shoulder unaccustomed to the secret of the stars of war Or to insomnia. Oh . . . . I leaned on it! And when he caressed a dumbfounded person I felt his fingers like coiling embers inside me. Bashfulness seized the excuse this caress gave . . . and vanished, Eliminating distance till the two of us were one. And the eye—he moaned: May love not forgive her the eye—repeated another evasion Toward a drizzle of men flung about in the air by just the rustling of a pilot penetrating a building To fall on screens as the debris of breaking news. But his breaths . . . shattering the still down of the cheek, And turning their picture into mist as Eddies of the screen’s corpses . . . varieties of death that they brought them. The spirit that became a body, The body that was sold for the sake of a touch, The eye that was concealed in his image And that approached the firebrand of conflagrations. Everyone drawing close to everyone, Everyone, Everyone, Everyone. But the thunder of their machine guns splintered them: Corpses piled on corpses, I mean on me, The eyes of those in it were extinguished. They slept in a trench of silence. My eyes’ lids parted in a wakefulness obsessed with them. I rose … and embraced the chill That the screens brought me in commemoration of Stalingrad. ……………………………… Translated by William Hutchins
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And the question is, “What constitutes the good life?” And the neurons in my brain automatically begin to connect and arrange themselves into a conveyor belt of possible responses. This is not about fancy cars and giant mansions. This is about searching high and low for the unique existence of character buried in the depths of your heart. The labyrinth of suffering is something that traps and consumes every single one of us. Being aware and accepting the circumstances that will occur after exploring all the different solutions of discovering a way to escape is a major fundamental element needed to survive. Ostracizing yourself from the countless number of distractions in today’s generation to truly identify your individuality is the most crucial procedure in recognizing an outbreak from conforming to false associations. Infinite minutes are wasted every day because there are numerous amounts of interruptions that interfere with our life’s mission. Eliminating these disturbances will erase people’s impulses to shake hands with laziness. More people need to realize that utilizing time and wisely spending the precious moments we have left should be more carefully valued before it is too late. At times like this, it is perfectly acceptable to be self absorbed on account that working towards a goal is in effect. Take the time to focus on figuring out how to learn and how to proceed in expanding the mind’s personality. It is so important to acquire the ability to control the aspect of reason. But once enough experience is achieved to gather the information on how to conquer the labyrinth of suffering, you will then inaugurate the good life. There is only one way to assemble the knowledge as to where the door lies and that is by simply living life and never giving up. Take chances and live on curiosity. We learn by putting ourselves in situations that are out of our comfort zones, giving the opportunity to mess up. Overcoming the situation is when we gain the confidence to promote ourselves to the next level. Life is full of mistakes but it is about being intelligent about those obstacles. Building up from those faults and taking advantage of everything life offers. We will move on from every mistake only to come face to face with another one. But life carries us. It challenges us. And the brave souls that accept that challenge are the ones that go on living the good life.
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Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 4:09 PM UTC
The Good Life
And the question is, “What constitutes the good life?” And the neurons in my brain automatically begin to connect and arrange themselves into a conveyor belt of possible responses. This is not about fancy cars and giant mansions. This is about searching high and low for the unique existence of character buried in the depths of your heart. The labyrinth of suffering is something that traps and consumes every single one of us. Being aware and accepting the circumstances that will occur after exploring all the different solutions of discovering a way to escape is a major fundamental element needed to survive. Ostracizing yourself from the countless number of distractions in today’s generation to truly identify your individuality is the most crucial procedure in recognizing an outbreak from conforming to false associations. Infinite minutes are wasted every day because there are numerous amounts of interruptions that interfere with our life’s mission. Eliminating these disturbances will erase people’s impulses to shake hands with laziness. More people need to realize that utilizing time and wisely spending the precious moments we have left should be more carefully valued before it is too late. At times like this, it is perfectly acceptable to be self absorbed on account that working towards a goal is in effect. Take the time to focus on figuring out how to learn and how to proceed in expanding the mind’s personality. It is so important to acquire the ability to control the aspect of reason. But once enough experience is achieved to gather the information on how to conquer the labyrinth of suffering, you will then inaugurate the good life. There is only one way to assemble the knowledge as to where the door lies and that is by simply living life and never giving up. Take chances and live on curiosity. We learn by putting ourselves in situations that are out of our comfort zones, giving the opportunity to mess up. Overcoming the situation is when we gain the confidence to promote ourselves to the next level. Life is full of mistakes but it is about being intelligent about those obstacles. Building up from those faults and taking advantage of everything life offers. We will move on from every mistake only to come face to face with another one. But life carries us. It challenges us. And the brave souls that accept that challenge are the ones that go on living the good life.
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A cactus he loved, all he saw was beauty in her, the fascinating patterns,were engagingly intriguing, she sought his thorns, to naturally reciprocate, to love him, the way she always had known that art.             Never could she find, even one, however she tried,            thorns weren't his attraction, was she disappointed?            she had to learn love transactions, eliminating thorns,            then, everything in place had fallen one by one.
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 9:12 AM UTC
Unlearning her thorny habits of love
Got fired but looked as if he bluntly had resigned, Got penalized for improving every product's design. And yet created another one, cuz as hell was creative his mind, "Stay hungry, Stay foolish", was his ultimate key-line. Not a coder, not an engineer, no technical precision, No determined profession, except for a couple of visions. Loved his work and worshipped his love, Stood apart form the crowd to put himself above. Eliminating the unnecessary was the magic of his sight, What phone would you be using, if on his was a copyright? His fame is the consequence of what he always used to say, Conventional is always preferred, can you think it in a different way? Got trolled as the company's name was based on the name of a fruit, However it has been for many decades, digital technology's roots. He taught us how to follow one's dreams without always being afraid, Because thousands of supporters stand behind some handful filled with hate. He taught me to grab the golden opportunity and not regret on the one that drops, As like him one day, I will be able to say, "Ladies and gentlemen, My name is Steve Jobs!"
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Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC
Think different....
"the photographer, as well as the horrors of the warzone, also captured those brief moments of humanity."                   "air freshener naturalizes the air by eliminating unwanted odours"
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Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 8:50 AM UTC
construction /hypocrisy
It’s a race to the bottom of the bottle between sanity and sober realization to every impaired negation and how to alleviate and mediate the dependancy I place on finding new routes to the end of the flask. — The hands of the bottle hold dreaded burdens above my head, bringing life to each morrowed breath, and write hyms towards yearning a long awaited wish for death, sobriety weaves this addiction of solitude through each thought of halted life, and pushes it’s back as it’s heels leave crevices to follow, a view of darkness to come, with turning back placing another knot down a throat with attempt to swallow. as each run of whiskey drips down the walls of my throat the sinking ship within my veins finds strength to stay afloat. a Wiser whisper tickles at the anticipations towards taking another sip, the Hennessy tendencies stutter a ****** equilibrium captivating and inching my sanity towards a shot of sequel librium. — As ***** spews and consumes the inhabited ground, a paroxysm of unconsciousness feels mentally sound, blacked out with the following morning full of acts to repent, the monetary blackness proves to be nothing but content, recollection of priors seem to fade with the desire of sobriety and eliminating any hope towards thoughtless propriety. — Momentary happiness through intoxication provides no mediation between a sober fight for death and a drunken one, the wish for lifelessness is just subdued by stumbling to bed and the inability to steadily hold a gun to my head.
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Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 7:56 PM UTC
Emancipation Intoxication°
It’s a race to the bottom of the bottle between sanity and sober realization to every impaired negation and how to alleviate and mediate the dependancy I place on finding new routes to the end of the flask. — The hands of the bottle hold dreaded burdens above my head, bringing life to each morrowed breath, and write hyms towards yearning a long awaited wish for death, sobriety weaves this addiction of solitude through each thought of halted life, and pushes it’s back as it’s heels leave crevices to follow, a view of darkness to come, with turning back placing another knot down a throat with attempt to swallow. as each run of whiskey drips down the walls of my throat the sinking ship within my veins finds strength to stay afloat. a Wiser whisper tickles at the anticipations towards taking another sip, the Hennessy tendencies stutter a ****** equilibrium captivating and inching my sanity towards a shot of sequel librium. — As ***** spews and consumes the inhabited ground, a paroxysm of unconsciousness feels mentally sound, blacked out with the following morning full of acts to repent, the monetary blackness proves to be nothing but content, recollection of priors seem to fade with the desire of sobriety and eliminating any hope towards thoughtless propriety. — Momentary happiness through intoxication provides no mediation between a sober fight for death and a drunken one, the wish for lifelessness is just subdued by stumbling to bed and the inability to steadily hold a gun to my head.
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