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"entrench" poems
In an alternate universe, the light would be more friend than foe. I need not entrench myself in the sturdiest foxhole... The deepest burrow. In an alternate universe, shadows would not goad me into submitting to leverage. Spotlight would be on, and I would take centrestage. In an alternate universe, the world would perceive with magnanimous eyes. With no malicious intent, with no obscure motives, all twisted and bent. In an alternate universe, I would readily reveal myself... As an entity and not a martyr. In my heart, there'll be no worry. Because there'll be no fangs amidst the jubilee. Only smiles that would draw out the best in each other.
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Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 9:54 AM UTC
Alternate Universe
We've reached an age where we talk at people. There's no 'to' or 'with'. We carelessly throw words around to each other hoping not to catch any unsatisfying sentences in return. Most of these substitutions for conversations are shoveled bit by bit through radio waves to small circuits in our pockets. Verbal language has become distant and alien to us. We're too content removing ourselves from the intimacy of communication that we've created societal norms that only further entrench this behavior while encouraging a facade of emotionless abandonment. An answer other than 'good' to the masquerade of an endearing question - "how are you?" - will raise eyebrows and prompt suspicion. How far removed are we as humans from one another that a question on another's well-being is genuinely regarded as a greeting and meant to be mostly ignored and never answered honestly? Put down your device and pick up your tongue.
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Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 7:25 PM UTC
7/16/2014 - On Communication
Astutely speaking, we all at some point Ponder on matters spiritual, the kind In the realms outside observable phenomena. Even to some extent, we can’t help Consulting various spiritual practitioners to Extrapolate circumstances prevalent in the future. Otherworldly beauty is not only a matter of Fascination it’s an obsession too. Hallowed space in today’s world is Exceedingly limited, an abundant scarcity A paucity of meaning attached to it. Various denominations exist to Entrench a semblance of piety to counter A rather stack waywardness. Neverland, is it real?
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Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 2:00 AM UTC
A piece of heaven.
I aimlessly drifted in teenage years, From subtle scion to zaftig plebe. Seen phony glory, vanquished fears, And the stench of a wicked glebe. From below, saw the stars up high, Igniting horizons with callow wonder. Beheld colossal beauty with mine inner eye, Begged for chained thoughts asunder. Amidst the serene flock to be slain, Oft' a titan, seldom a vacant savant. Known sorrow, elation, gain, vain, pain, This mortal hour, hear joyful lament. How quick we are to bid farewell, How slow for friendship to pierce the cloth. The rhythmic ache of that darkened knell, The sobbing whimpers for a lover's warmth. Nix for reciprocated amity, yet! My seat of affection thrives in twilight. Herein discipline is adamantly set, Whence shall this ****** ire take flight? Into the night that covers my soul, Unleash that verdant star I see. The divine abyss have taken its toll, I pray the shadow is only me. Note the ease to neglect one's clan, Yet savored glee of reunions by blood. Fury cease my elder ties, an infant plan, By filial ardor, I still kneel in mud. Star-shine ablaze onto vivid blooms, Arise the stench of broiling debris. Beauteous summer-tide metronomes, The sinking scythe follow gales of peace. Labor come sweat yield sweet fruition, Tis annual come the bronze harvest. Wrongful vengeance seek humble redemption, Autumn under siege of well-fed zest. Stormy vista rime graying meadows, Entrench the sepsis by the ice age. Taste weeping woe of guilty widows, Lest their beloved hunger in cage. Arise young lilac out of barren frosts, Touch the vital aura to begin anew. Altruists gladly pay auric costs, To stalk vile leviathan into dew. May stones bear indistinct distinction, So my stride shall stumble and falter. Peace paint heroes of sluggish fiction, Chaos rouse prodigies from quiet slumber.
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Aug 28, 2010
Aug 28, 2010 at 5:12 AM UTC
The Vincible Cloak
I aimlessly drifted in teenage years, From subtle scion to zaftig plebe. Seen phony glory, vanquished fears, And the stench of a wicked glebe. From below, saw the stars up high, Igniting horizons with callow wonder. Beheld colossal beauty with mine inner eye, Begged for chained thoughts asunder. Amidst the serene flock to be slain, Oft' a titan, seldom a vacant savant. Known sorrow, elation, gain, vain, pain, This mortal hour, hear joyful lament. How quick we are to bid farewell, How slow for friendship to pierce the cloth. The rhythmic ache of that darkened knell, The sobbing whimpers for a lover's warmth. Nix for reciprocated amity, yet! My seat of affection thrives in twilight. Herein discipline is adamantly set, Whence shall this ****** ire take flight? Into the night that covers my soul, Unleash that verdant star I see. The divine abyss have taken its toll, I pray the shadow is only me. Note the ease to neglect one's clan, Yet savored glee of reunions by blood. Fury cease my elder ties, an infant plan, By filial ardor, I still kneel in mud. Star-shine ablaze onto vivid blooms, Arise the stench of broiling debris. Beauteous summer-tide metronomes, The sinking scythe follow gales of peace. Labor come sweat yield sweet fruition, Tis annual come the bronze harvest. Wrongful vengeance seek humble redemption, Autumn under siege of well-fed zest. Stormy vista rime graying meadows, Entrench the sepsis by the ice age. Taste weeping woe of guilty widows, Lest their beloved hunger in cage. Arise young lilac out of barren frosts, Touch the vital aura to begin anew. Altruists gladly pay auric costs, To stalk vile leviathan into dew. May stones bear indistinct distinction, So my stride shall stumble and falter. Peace paint heroes of sluggish fiction, Chaos rouse prodigies from quiet slumber.
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Thirteen thousand strides progress Blind leathern tread with gritted teeth Stride hard rough bracken heather strive Incipient thought embrace the scarp Bent shoulder strain web strap entrench Sharp body lean oppose the wind Slow pitch forward cold lash rain Pause..Shrug pack .. Lurch on again Rough rock scrape pass Sharp edge hand scrape Each tread ascend dull lactic ache Stone eyes cast up Embrace dark peak Surge on .. Dig in.. Embrace the pain Aggressive stance.. find strength begin Engage the enemy entrenched within With comrades in adversity Side glance reveal Grey brother tight Mordant ploughshare gleaming bright United thought strong purpose right Grim grimace glower grinding on Helping hand support and share Exchang-ed glances sing the pain Relentless climb advance distain Strong ******* stride bogged into mire Grappling cragfast handclasp dire   Entropic  spirit brief despair Revelatory cause unswayed Each cloistered personal crusade Burst upwards into sunlight flame And stand with vision intertwined Each grim companion lasting friend Eyes meet brief recognition shout We know what it’s all about These clasping minds Empath embrace Profound cognitive self aware To follow where few others dare These comrades in adversity
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Oct 30, 2009
Oct 30, 2009 at 7:24 AM UTC
The Hill
My mind depletes every single day. A constant weight of inferno tied to my hands. Sinking to the bottom of my core, forever drowning. Take one deep breathe. It will be okay. You unruly physical beings that choose to entrench me. That choose to suffocate me and everyone around me. It wretchedly disgusts me that you have to see this. To see this on a daily basis. I'm sorry. I'll learn from this. But most of all I'll remember. I'll always remember... ...and that should haunt you.
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC
Heavy
A void frame holds together Black Mountainous clouds weighing heavy on the sky, fearing an inescapable storm. The land below, no longer recognizable for shadows have rained from the absence, eroding the clarity of which once stood firm. Still fresh and raw, the painter stops. His garrisoned red eyes entrench the being of his grotesque creation and with lost hope takes his final brushstroke. The brush, with nothing more to give, lifts an unsubstantial bit paint off of the canvas. Leaving what appears to be, a negative silhouette. The white void of a butterfly.
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Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
Chaos of a Masterpiece
Resentment, It really is unfair that I entrench you in despise But looking in your eyes it's just not cutting through all the lies The lies I tell myself so I can get by feeling alone Disconnected All the ******* time I'm only reflecting how you make me feel Difference is mines with itnention while your is innocent still. The only way I see this isn't through my eyes But crying everytime I see Something which you can't make mine Mine is home Mine is love Mine is the effort you got to despite all above. But the word forget has froze you still Stuck in care and sweetness But passion and lust need to be separated my love.
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 11:19 AM UTC
Resentment
Don't get too confident Somebody will make you tumble off to the side It's just how this ride Of the wave and momentum goes You have to embrace it Or it will devastate anything you thought you had Don't question it Just imagine yourself as the best you can be at the moment Ignore the other lights Just ingest and harvest the energy you have To illuminate the rest of the space And become a better version of a flawed creation Improve your relations With the neighbors They might be a good reason your future Improves Don't try to disprove Me You know if you keep comparing You will be staring At only the dirtiest pair of eyes And the sane humans can only handle the most devious of eyes for only so long. Add your own theme But do not fall for the scheme That tries to entrench itself within everyone. You might find yourself feeling like a trillion Or a praised pavilion But one day you will be intimidated to such a point that you'd question your worth with the very bottom layers of the dirt My one condensed way of shortening this piece Don't. Life is all about mentality and choices.
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Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 4:38 PM UTC
Harvest Energy
Shattered souls. Shattered hearts. Prayers that sunk into the earth, when I uttered those words on my knees at dusk. Endless hours...of begging and pleading with fate. Fate: 1. a prophetic declaration of what must be. Death:  1. extinction; destruction: It will mean the death of our hopes. Attempting to resurrect the shambles of the outcome of what was meant to crumble. Waking up stronger than the day before, every time the sun rises and allowing life to entrench my soul and flourish. Content with the past buried, never feeling the need to breathe hope into it. Salving the wounds into beautiful memories and speaking life into what lies ahead. We didn't lose each other, we gave up. Mostly out of selfishness, anger the vein that pumped the rage into explosion. Laying the crippling words to rest and forgiving all that is attached to it. Freedom, the joy of letting go...has taken ages off of my already old soul. Goodbye.
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Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 1:20 AM UTC
Letting Go.
My immortal record player Technics SL D303 entrench's something  recently acquired possessing physical  music. LP covers, with track listings printed as intended, to be read, one records' perfection; Jackie Lomax's début got me  into his Three album thanks again E bay.
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Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 5:27 PM UTC
Record Players
five minutes can fit a magnum opus of sound between them so believe me when i say this five minutes can make a shotgun out of our two glances like the thickness of honey squirted into a glass five minutes are viscous slowing time into drips that entrench sweet shrapnel of this miracle bullet in our hearts and our heads. five minutes between us we're in love and we're dead.
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Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 1:14 PM UTC
five minutes
Once you "shift" - you're off On a manic adventure, chaotic and mysterious: Buoyed by a self-aggrandised delusion; Your off to explore and discover; To find answers to unposed questions; To clarify coincidences and follow tenuous connections; Compelled to experiment and to wander, Wondering about unfathomables And your place in the Cosmic hierarchy; Trying to fit Reality into your newly conceived World; Trying to fit yourself into a newly conceived Reality. All information is relevant and pertinent, Although your filtering system is faulty - It all relates, even though connections aren't made; All those colours and sounds and improbable texts; All those lyrics absorbed and randomly regurgitated; All those shapes and serendipitous meetings, Conspire to cement and contradict; To fuel conspiracies and entrench coincidences. However, these wondering wanderings Have their price - and the cost is potentially lethal. The thin veneer of civilization is threatened By an unpredictable Actor searching unpredicted truths - Eventually, a collision of Authority and self-empowered delusionist; A collision of the socially endorsed and the socially disenfranchised; A collision with only one survivor - When you re-emerge from the Institution You're changed; shattered, re-constructed and de-fused For the Greater Beast that We call a Civil Society. [Afterall, I've repeatedly maintained that War {even on the Conceptual Plane} Is not a Legitimate Occupation, but a sometimes Necessary Evil to protect the Innocents and Idiots working for Our Simple Pleasures in the Essential Evil that is Life as We know it at Present. 10/3/2014]
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Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 5:31 PM UTC
Does Myn Shift Show Through These Genes?
Once you "shift" - you're off On a manic adventure, chaotic and mysterious: Buoyed by a self-aggrandised delusion; Your off to explore and discover; To find answers to unposed questions; To clarify coincidences and follow tenuous connections; Compelled to experiment and to wander, Wondering about unfathomables And your place in the Cosmic hierarchy; Trying to fit Reality into your newly conceived World; Trying to fit yourself into a newly conceived Reality. All information is relevant and pertinent, Although your filtering system is faulty - It all relates, even though connections aren't made; All those colours and sounds and improbable texts; All those lyrics absorbed and randomly regurgitated; All those shapes and serendipitous meetings, Conspire to cement and contradict; To fuel conspiracies and entrench coincidences. However, these wondering wanderings Have their price - and the cost is potentially lethal. The thin veneer of civilization is threatened By an unpredictable Actor searching unpredicted truths - Eventually, a collision of Authority and self-empowered delusionist; A collision of the socially endorsed and the socially disenfranchised; A collision with only one survivor - When you re-emerge from the Institution You're changed; shattered, re-constructed and de-fused For the Greater Beast that We call a Civil Society. [Afterall, I've repeatedly maintained that War {even on the Conceptual Plane} Is not a Legitimate Occupation, but a sometimes Necessary Evil to protect the Innocents and Idiots working for Our Simple Pleasures in the Essential Evil that is Life as We know it at Present. 10/3/2014]
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The protest in ur heart , it started with that. Ignoring the fact that i gave to the limit my muscle would entrench the most, what ,was i to give ? Ok what was i to sacrifice for u to stay? And if Ur leaving don't forget to shoot me here, or any place that will **** me quicker . coz i hate pain
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Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 12:18 AM UTC
Bleeding from Ur love
"I am freedom itself" hummed aloud, the wind that passes agitating tree tops, air am I, the giver of life,pumping energy" "I am with you" I echoed his song sans words "Though I won't hazard a guess where do we go" "Don't you bother, our circumnavigation is yet another of the stories, in the compendium,universe  does cherish. We belong to all, as movement that never ceases" "Get in to my vehicle, the heat will look after the rest, the transporter,that makes everything light, by burning down, I am the transformer too" "I am the hunger you possess" I replied "I eat and digest, create growth, make things move, in my ***** is the hunger to procreate,progress. Once the hunger is satiated, I get back slithering in to the burrow, like a serpent Anger I become when I decide to destruct, it's from the ashes of the old,the new is constructed! "From the salt in me,everything living sprout" earth, the begining and end of everything in customary silence,implied, I was overwhelmed. she is the nurturing mother of every seed with the potential to life, wants to open eyes to the sun then grow roots deep to entrench, stand ***** "I am one with you mother earth, from you sprung my body, that seeks light, rest at night" Sky was full of birds,regaling in every presence in it's fold, sky beams"I am a vessel fathomless, come in to my space open,dance your way to bliss, and seek wistful dreams written by interstellar light" "I am filled by you where there is an absence of other my mind limitless is in you exist, I am you in spirit, when I withdraw from all,I am all in you, nothing left" Water did speak both to my silence and eloquence, water is beyond the markers of darkness and light, From earth to dust, dissolving to be water and flow from one kind of existence to other, till the limits of cosmos.
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Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 11:03 AM UTC
The cycles,between being and nothingness
"I am freedom itself" hummed aloud, the wind that passes agitating tree tops, air am I, the giver of life,pumping energy" "I am with you" I echoed his song sans words "Though I won't hazard a guess where do we go" "Don't you bother, our circumnavigation is yet another of the stories, in the compendium,universe  does cherish. We belong to all, as movement that never ceases" "Get in to my vehicle, the heat will look after the rest, the transporter,that makes everything light, by burning down, I am the transformer too" "I am the hunger you possess" I replied "I eat and digest, create growth, make things move, in my ***** is the hunger to procreate,progress. Once the hunger is satiated, I get back slithering in to the burrow, like a serpent Anger I become when I decide to destruct, it's from the ashes of the old,the new is constructed! "From the salt in me,everything living sprout" earth, the begining and end of everything in customary silence,implied, I was overwhelmed. she is the nurturing mother of every seed with the potential to life, wants to open eyes to the sun then grow roots deep to entrench, stand ***** "I am one with you mother earth, from you sprung my body, that seeks light, rest at night" Sky was full of birds,regaling in every presence in it's fold, sky beams"I am a vessel fathomless, come in to my space open,dance your way to bliss, and seek wistful dreams written by interstellar light" "I am filled by you where there is an absence of other my mind limitless is in you exist, I am you in spirit, when I withdraw from all,I am all in you, nothing left" Water did speak both to my silence and eloquence, water is beyond the markers of darkness and light, From earth to dust, dissolving to be water and flow from one kind of existence to other, till the limits of cosmos.
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My head is a warzone in itself. Sometimes there's no victors. Sometimes there is. I hate to convince myself that i must confide A amoeba that's restricting me so i can abide There's no true purpose in where i hide And taking unnecessary sides I just want something tasty on my side Nothing too dazzling But that's exactly how i describe myself And i want to run it away Not so it can come back another day I tend to be vociferous And it irritates me Why can i have a mind that entices the thought and not berate it? I feel disjointed, jaded Far from elated Somehow my reinforcements become instant vaporization Nothing adds up to a stimulation What was i put here for? To quarrel, to entrench myself with misery? I need something to distract Keep me in humble tact Busy As a bee But i don't want to sting Or the frivolous bling Why can't i figure it out? Nobody can for me As easy as that pleases the ear I must adhere To my own belligerent madness And find some sanity in it It's a unembellishing feeling.
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Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 4:27 AM UTC
In Itself
I'd let it, the wind, If only it could Take me and shake me, If only it would Let the waves engulf me, Suspend me in black Drench and entrench me, I'd never look back I'd follow the sun, Drifting silent and still I'd burn, but I'd learn What's beyond the hill Let the shadows embrace me, Turn me deaf, blind, and dumb Erase and encase me, As we become one
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Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 5:41 PM UTC
Take Me
This is not some old tradition; This is the way of truth. Years of instruction without reception Making "yes men" out of our youth. The truths that we've heard, shall we not own? What equips us to disagree? Each person thinks they can judge alone, But God's Word stands from eternity. Another friend has fallen aside, A child of the church, a brother. Drawn by enticements only the world can provide, To follow the mastership of another. Oh, friend! Entrench your roots in the truth of God's Word, So that none can pull you away! Saturate your mind, let your prayers be heard, At stake is your eternal stay.
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Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC
Verity
He that trod upon subservient Europe with the imperial guards' fighting prowess, did himself and his heartthrob the empress, entrench thrones jointly owned by their hookup. He that caused guns to rage on Europe's plains and cannons to thunder on Egypt's sands, sent hussars and mamluks to distant flight. He usurped crowns for his dear siblings' gains, and enthroned loyalists to head vanquished lands. But was banished for good from France's sight after a stunning loss on Belgium's plains.
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May 27, 2021
May 27, 2021 at 12:41 PM UTC
Bonaparte
To the shirtless man who fell asleep holding my girl Ever since I fell for her I've dreamt of waking up to something beautiful Something more glorious than a sunrise and more memorable than a sunset Because its not something beautiful its someone beautiful so seeing you get to live my fantasy was as if some imaginary trigger had been pulled I felt the impact on my heart , the compression of my chest , the clenching of my fist , the gritting of my teeth , the churning of my stomach ... I was drowning Cuz seeing your arm wrapped around her was as sickening as watching a venomous serpent entrench her body daring me to try and approach But seeing her lay there with no remorse was as scarring as watching a mother sign her kid over to the state But how can I blame you , you're just a man Even I was pulled in by her gravity , held slave to her glittering gaze I know the smell of her perfume and the streaks of her hair I was paralyzed by her touch as if her hands were the controls to red light green light I found my hands tracing every outline that made her up so I can't blame you Because she is as desirable as that forbidden fruit And you ARE JUST A MORTAL MAN But I thank you for living my fantasy Because of seeing that I am vindicated in my reality Because while she was laying with you , I realized im as replaceable as this years iPhone .... That when waking up to something beautiful you better let them know or they'll be waking up to someone else
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Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC
Something Beautiful
your look saturates your focus brings me repose and rattles my bones my heart overflows as I witness your passion all day I could gaze dire desire shivering at the thought of a vanishing graze never more than a fleeting glance or short - lived touch our blockades entrench our confines have names mine is called he, yours is she our shackles we vowed our love manifested if perhaps time allowed us as one maybe left unrequited we are left unsatisfied us; left unanswered
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Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 7:52 PM UTC
U N A N S W E R E D
These are just words on a page, But they originate, From where I think my heart is. The same place that tells me, That I've always loved you, and could never stop even if I wanted to. The same place that shows me, Those things in life that are worth living, Aren't worth nearly as much without you. But sometimes the words can come from blackness. A different place that sits near a pit, Adjacent but distant, This place is a house of torment. The same place that tells me, That I never deserved your love in return, and will destroy it even when I don't want it to. The same place that shows me, My own demons that serve to entrench me, In my own shallow misery. These places exist in the same domain, And I hope you see this, With the hopes that I can explain, That the things from the pit don't hold as much weight, Nearly as much as where you sit, Near the place where I think my heart is.
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Dec 16, 2021
Dec 16, 2021 at 5:41 PM UTC
I Hope That You See This
It behooves us to shape the organization so we need not wait until we hear from above the command, but have the reins in our own hand, if we are to prove ourselves worthy of intense coming events. Those who do not move, do not notice their chains. They say 'Order reigns in Berlin! Our enemy is bigger today, “a colossus with feet of clay, crumbling from within.” Capital is an historical necessity, [Like the wooden plow and the chariot,] but, so too, its grave digger, the socialist proletariat. Atop smoking ruins, between the pools of blood and corpses of the murdered, the heroes of ‘order’ hasten to entrench their rule anew. We’ve been drowned, and left behind a fertile residue. The Rose that grows from “the muck of ages” still smells as sweet, future victory will bloom from this 'defeat'. Rulers of Russia and America across the sea, Germans, Belgians, Poles and Frenchmen, “you stupid henchmen!” Don’t you understand, “Your order is built on sand.” The revolution says “I was, I am, I will be.”
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC
From the Poetry of Rosa Luxembourg
let's wander exploring new places we'll wonder how we could ever be the same let's ponder oodles of ideas and over yonder we can make a new name our comfort zone may feel like home but heaven knows where we might roam discovering that where we're from is not all that is to come there is more than your hometown be willing to live upside-down let's adventure into the unknown this will quench your curiosity let's take the bench here and appreciate the beauty we'll entrench your heart's ferocity the only map we have to guide us is the voice we have inside the paths that we can take are vast no more looking to our past only we can choose our fate our journey is what we create
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Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 2:56 AM UTC
Wanderers.
Few can know the path of one who uses dark magic, though there be appeal it's road is fraught with sadness and rather tragic. One may use this power to control another's mind, one may even use it to change the body's age for a time. Yet few who use will ever speak of the price that must be given, never will they tell the piece of soul torn and forever hidden. But those who wield the dark arts to quietly entrench the world, can still become the brightest light that shines to heal with words. They may even stand right next to you offering a shoulder and hug, for the terrible things they have done can only be repaid with love. Forever will the truth remain in one that has walked the darkened road, ever will they repay the debt lest their heart once again corrode.
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Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC
Karma balancing