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"empathies" poems
hold onto something that unfolds mysteries hold onto something that uproots reality stop, breathe, think .. of mystical empathies. hold onto thoughts they enlighten words to existence abundantly essential to a garden of imagination and free hold onto dreams their vision is as clear as identity’s knowledge to sublime grace and eternity hold onto peace an upliftment of joy and humility a radiating field of harmony hold onto your hands they carry the midst of pain the indulgement of passion the sensation of pleasure .. they remain known to a nation of nurture and feeling they remain crooked from a lost love’s limitations they remain still.
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Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC
Palms remain still
Lawmen oversee the old day's hanging's, Exit signs designed only for those who wear worn out tennis shoes, Conquered, Overcrowding as if only cattle can fit through!!!! No salt nor pepper to design creation meals of home, Fall is near, Plumbings far to clogged, Days passeth night, As night begins to freight!!! Wolves on the outside trade fur's with ferrel dogs!!! Clenching of teeth siren off as oven's they bake, They brew, Country town folk with rod and ungodly staff they overtaketh and rule!!!! Crises of all temptation, Bleeders to readers, ****** deviants get out to put down their own indignations!!! Desire all thou wilt, Desiree's, Empathies, Chalkers, scoffers , doctors of deaths pill!!! Read on, Read on uneducated pillar, For thy hooks art thy scrolls, Thy eyeglasses maketh thou gnomes of such readings to bring thou thrillers!!!!!! Fragrant destiny resistant to all microbial force, Accusation's humbling, Sovereignty is a mystery to us mortals!!!! Dragon's slayed to stature founder's ditches of war dug out of centurion portals, Wreaking architecture drawn out of mapped whirlpools lies, Some groweth deathly, Sweet talkers are refusing to trust their own worried minds!!!! Black coated tuxedoed hosts delighting their own escapes, Some window's stay open, Some stay closed in the fortress, This inescapable place!!!!!! Tis, This human landfill, Dump, Waste!!!!
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
clarity in the heat!!
unlikely friend remorse of the swelling tensions us risen from the affair we muse together of our greater imbalance the spontaneous occurrence of our bewicked empathies we were not designated yet this path our own will tiding foreign bodies to his shore
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Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 6:11 PM UTC
new moon
i know your heart then and now i wish your smile would fill me my vision as todays empathies fill my thoughts i can't promise you my yesterdays but my todays' are as full of you my tomorrows are As full of light as this Moon shining strongly as i peep softly and smilingly at a fear that has flown like these Graceful guttural and swiftly soaring birds that surround the you And  me; soaring with  such a Freedom; i don;t mind that this may not last now For it will return as surely as My breath mists the eyes I Remember.
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 6:26 PM UTC
Roses are as red remembered
"Science will save us" was the early diet off all education. Once the child could look around and gather some smatterings of bearings. Armed with a microscope and the absorption of former minds work, they set off to conquer the academic world. Their buildings glittering with the unspoken ideals of their field, a jump above and the zoning in a small nature of the universe, playing with God's laws, staring him in the eye. And we sit back in our leaky, sun-setted windows buildings, desiring the human condition, exchanging empathies of existence and lamenting the archaic actions of ancient revising their records: "Day 51: with these crazy apes" The dreams, the beard strokes, the pondering lost who fear for our lives. As we watch through our sunset windows the dawn of the new scientific man. A world without our thought
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Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 4:36 AM UTC
Science Students
lie in bed and contemplate the day simmer in dismay silence, stay be dark, fester in every way I used to think I was bold my parents would scold as I'd unfold another lie within we're all super heroes of our own making daily breaking vows of patience suffering selfish synonyms for self investment is it in our nature to really love to nurture caring without a care but for the good of those who incite our empathies I want to believe that down deep beneath the heap of ******* steep and plaster molded faces that creep in front of our souls there might be a light an ever so slight break in the blight the rugged muck that is my Plight the one thing keeping me from flight just solitary candle flame burning bright behind this facade I know it was there but I've grown cold my sadness madness anger rolled so tight it might burst into flames but that's the problem I hope it isn't snuffed that light the gentle one that hopes dreams of possibility denies the probability of failure and calamity the flesh screams out in pain just wishing someone- I can't even say it The truth is I don't want to be a monster
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Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 6:16 AM UTC
Obscenity
"As you are concentrating long and adamantly, As the gust sails of life’s empathies upon us, That billow through our daily lives my dear, Those elations we have to decide for imminent, If this is the sail of misery you bequeath to me, Than please my dear leave me at the shoreline, The islet where my roots are that embrace me,     With the wind sand and my tranquil waves afore, But remember what you have done on this day, I shall lift up my spirit here among what I know, And I will set out to another land an islet of my own,   If of every hour of a day realize that I am your destiny   With all the implacable palatableness and love derived, Each day a flower for her from the valley of flowers, As our lips clung intensely to seek one another, To share two lives as one is everyone’s fantasy, An endless undertaking of understanding and reverence,   Both must understand the different aspects of one another, It is a dream of allocating one’s life but remember always, Choose the sweetest drupe from the top of the sapling"   BY AG 06/14/2018 ©
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Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC
“DRUPE SAPLING”
The intangible vibrates. Filling pots and china plates. Sensing nourishing the feeding. Giving love to lifes lost meaning. Looking all around the rooms. Empathies face now assumes. Minds moments feelings touch. Eternal spirits out to lunch.
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Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 4:54 AM UTC
MY NAME IS....
Apparently if you have a hard time you are a statistic If you make a mistake a rather large one at that You are stupid and foolish This is why you and I We fall asleep with songs playing into our many voids Crammed with empathies better than what we are told on the other side of the spectrum -cj
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC
disorder