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"equilibrium" poems

I’m in my prime; at the cusp of my development. A few more years of growth make decay a lot more relevant… *Glass Elephant, Glass Elephant,* Irrelevance, benevolence, Compassion, or malevolence; I’m one of few who sees it sums no difference. Glass objects. Or Elephants. Irrelevance, Irrelevance Striving for motion, with motive elusive Each thing I endeavor is far too exclusive I need something inclusive, objectively singular A sinusoidal wave with a mean lacking integers Peace in zero and equilibrium inclusion *Glass Elephant Glass Elephant* Delusions, Delusions

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Feb 3, 2015

Feb 3, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC

Glass Elephant, Glass Elephant

I’m in my prime; at the cusp of my development. A few more years of growth make decay a lot more relevant… *Glass Elephant, Glass Elephant,* Irrelevance, benevolence, Compassion, or malevolence; I’m one of few who sees it sums no difference. Glass objects. Or Elephants. Irrelevance, Irrelevance Striving for motion, with motive elusive Each thing I endeavor is far too exclusive I need something inclusive, objectively singular A sinusoidal wave with a mean lacking integers Peace in zero and equilibrium inclusion *Glass Elephant Glass Elephant* Delusions, Delusions

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Turn the corner Hand tenses Looking down the iron sights I see an object fall "Tango down" I call over the radio what was his name? Tango, Threat, Terrorist, doesn't matter. Explosion Mud brick wall vaporized into dust Keep going Out of breathe Keep going Hand tenses "Tango down" Does it have kids? A Family? Threat eliminated Round the corner Hand tenses "Three tangos on west building roof top" Bullets from my brothers **** by my helmet Return fire "Take Cover!" Sweat drenched face fogs up my goggles Explosion Brick pieces pummel my back Ears ringing, faintly hearing "Alpha down, Medic!" Blurred vision, equilibrium thrown off Raise my rifle Hand tenses Silhouette falls "Medic!" heard faintly Hand tenses "Are you okay?" sounds distant Hand tenses "babe?" getting louder Hand tenses Hand tenses Wake up Sheets heavy with sweat "Babe, are you ok?" Throwing the blankets I jump back to the edge of the bed Her frightened face I've seen before I look down Hands tense Same look, no tangos No threats Just Ghosts

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May 23, 2014

May 23, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC

Turn the corner Hand tenses Looking down the iron sights I see an object fall "Tango down" I call over the radio what was his name? Tango, Threat, Terrorist, doesn't matter. Explosion Mud brick wall vaporized into dust Keep going Out of breathe Keep going Hand tenses "Tango down" Does it have kids? A Family? Threat eliminated Round the corner Hand tenses "Three tangos on west building roof top" Bullets from my brothers **** by my helmet Return fire "Take Cover!" Sweat drenched face fogs up my goggles Explosion Brick pieces pummel my back Ears ringing, faintly hearing "Alpha down, Medic!" Blurred vision, equilibrium thrown off Raise my rifle Hand tenses Silhouette falls "Medic!" heard faintly Hand tenses "Are you okay?" sounds distant Hand tenses "babe?" getting louder Hand tenses Hand tenses Wake up Sheets heavy with sweat "Babe, are you ok?" Throwing the blankets I jump back to the edge of the bed Her frightened face I've seen before I look down Hands tense Same look, no tangos No threats Just Ghosts

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My pen is a wand. It can write a curse or a powerful charm. My pen is a mirror. It can show you a monster or a beautiful figure. My pen is a key. It can free you from a trapped door or it can lock you inside that door until the oxgen runs out and you can't breath. My pen is a weapon. It will fight righteous battles or make a gruesome dissection. My pen is a balancing scale. It is a balancing scale because it tilts when the yin & yang of my being begins to out weight one other. Nothing is safe from my pen if i choose it not to be, my pen writes freely without filters or censorship. My pen is a ship in the sea unable to maintain equilibrium set on a course to land. One day it will stay still, but on that day my pen will run out of ink.

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Aug 13, 2014

Aug 13, 2014 at 5:13 AM UTC

My pen is a wand. It can write a curse or a powerful charm. My pen is a mirror. It can show you a monster or a beautiful figure. My pen is a key. It can free you from a trapped door or it can lock you inside that door until the oxgen runs out and you can't breath. My pen is a weapon. It will fight righteous battles or make a gruesome dissection. My pen is a balancing scale. It is a balancing scale because it tilts when the yin & yang of my being begins to out weight one other. Nothing is safe from my pen if i choose it not to be, my pen writes freely without filters or censorship. My pen is a ship in the sea unable to maintain equilibrium set on a course to land. One day it will stay still, but on that day my pen will run out of ink.

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i still remember the amount of butterflies that pounded my chest the first time i saw you i counted each one to make sure none of them were lying you looked at me like i had just changed the equilibrium of your universe and talked to me so gently i had to read into every word each word was like a novel, more interesting then the last you told stories about passion, love, and loyalty but managed to giggle your way through each stanza while i just stood there, waiting for the time i could throw in my two cents but your words were more like dollars, even larger bills you were so rich with so much excitement, i couldn't help but think i wonder if this person could ever love someone like me i played the lottery for 1 week straight, hoping that my ticket would get me a plane seat with the destination being your heart see i could have flown to fuji, hawaii or any of those places, but you were much more beautiful then any white sand beneath my feet luckily when i sat down that night to watch the news and they called out my number i jumped out of my seat and tried to pack as small as possible because i knew that this was gunna be an adventure but i had to have more room for you then for me ever since then, i cherished everytime i get to look in your eyes. everytime you wrapped your fingers around mine, i feel like a baby covered in fresh sheets tucked in so tightly that there was no possible way I couldn't have a good sleep oh i love how you sleep, your lips so plump i can tell you kiss the dreams that make you feel happy how you curl up against me, thinking i was pillow but I just sit there, watching you, loving you and missing you even though your still here.

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Sep 5, 2015

Sep 5, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC

the first time i saw you

i still remember the amount of butterflies that pounded my chest the first time i saw you i counted each one to make sure none of them were lying you looked at me like i had just changed the equilibrium of your universe and talked to me so gently i had to read into every word each word was like a novel, more interesting then the last you told stories about passion, love, and loyalty but managed to giggle your way through each stanza while i just stood there, waiting for the time i could throw in my two cents but your words were more like dollars, even larger bills you were so rich with so much excitement, i couldn't help but think i wonder if this person could ever love someone like me i played the lottery for 1 week straight, hoping that my ticket would get me a plane seat with the destination being your heart see i could have flown to fuji, hawaii or any of those places, but you were much more beautiful then any white sand beneath my feet luckily when i sat down that night to watch the news and they called out my number i jumped out of my seat and tried to pack as small as possible because i knew that this was gunna be an adventure but i had to have more room for you then for me ever since then, i cherished everytime i get to look in your eyes. everytime you wrapped your fingers around mine, i feel like a baby covered in fresh sheets tucked in so tightly that there was no possible way I couldn't have a good sleep oh i love how you sleep, your lips so plump i can tell you kiss the dreams that make you feel happy how you curl up against me, thinking i was pillow but I just sit there, watching you, loving you and missing you even though your still here.

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A man is like a flower Starts with a bud Blossoms into its nature Natural ecstasy and perfection In time it wears out too Finally falls off the tree A natural process A natural phenomenon Naturally the man See as a flower All the nature of being To the base is the same The intelligence the man puts into saying That he is only the creature of importance And everything in the world are the resource Resource to be consumed by himself Is the false flag he is raising And is in the denial of the very nature Anything which is resonant And synchronous to the nature Has the time in nature to the eternity Whereas if not In accordance to the nature Sooner or later On the verse of decay On the verse of extinction I see the human race is in the path of extinction As civilization denying nature rather than glorifying Human beings are far from the true essence And are not synchronizing in the heart Of the very nature The so called intelligence is what humans praise and glorifying A lot full of **** And it is a shame We see the population of human species To rise and rise So may presume the statement I just stated to be false But seeing the thought processes And so called intelligence Is setting the human species To a sense of decay The step to the human race to demolish its own race Is a unjustified intelligence in itself The truth and laws of nature Being in shade Humans incorporating thoughts As a tool of destruction Rather than construction In the field of criticism rather than motivation In the field of extinction rather than sustainability In the field of destruction rather than collaboration And effort in maintaining the continuity Of equilibrium and resonance with the nature On the contrary Making critics and complain about the others Not realizing all are the part of the whole Is creating a challenge to the nature Going off beat with the nature. We shall know Anything not synchronous And not resonant to the nature Nature wipes out sooner or later We cannot accept the very fact it is true Even seeing our own life As a child The bud to the flower The youth The perfection in being and entire existence The new ideas and new world The fruit of generation brings about The generation to come To fertilize the seeds of the existence The old age To be renewed thoughts Nature wipes out as per the plan of its own Accept it as a reality As it is the truth The sharpness of flower Remembered as the youthfulness of flower The bud is treated emotionally With care as it is to be the perfection In the time to come The flower to be wiped out is respected As it was once a perfection Once roared the magnificence of itself Upon this very world The being-wiped flower doesn’t ask For its claim in the now world And indulge the new with its now state But appreciate the perfection once it had Make believe the youthful flower to blossom And accept its own existence in the present. Every species and beings Are in the nature of being We are no different from the other species We are no superior and at the same time no inferior To the other species And not the other species to us humans Everybody and everything Is the part of the whole The whole is the nature itself.

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May 26, 2018

May 26, 2018 at 2:33 PM UTC

A man is like a flower Starts with a bud Blossoms into its nature Natural ecstasy and perfection In time it wears out too Finally falls off the tree A natural process A natural phenomenon Naturally the man See as a flower All the nature of being To the base is the same The intelligence the man puts into saying That he is only the creature of importance And everything in the world are the resource Resource to be consumed by himself Is the false flag he is raising And is in the denial of the very nature Anything which is resonant And synchronous to the nature Has the time in nature to the eternity Whereas if not In accordance to the nature Sooner or later On the verse of decay On the verse of extinction I see the human race is in the path of extinction As civilization denying nature rather than glorifying Human beings are far from the true essence And are not synchronizing in the heart Of the very nature The so called intelligence is what humans praise and glorifying A lot full of **** And it is a shame We see the population of human species To rise and rise So may presume the statement I just stated to be false But seeing the thought processes And so called intelligence Is setting the human species To a sense of decay The step to the human race to demolish its own race Is a unjustified intelligence in itself The truth and laws of nature Being in shade Humans incorporating thoughts As a tool of destruction Rather than construction In the field of criticism rather than motivation In the field of extinction rather than sustainability In the field of destruction rather than collaboration And effort in maintaining the continuity Of equilibrium and resonance with the nature On the contrary Making critics and complain about the others Not realizing all are the part of the whole Is creating a challenge to the nature Going off beat with the nature. We shall know Anything not synchronous And not resonant to the nature Nature wipes out sooner or later We cannot accept the very fact it is true Even seeing our own life As a child The bud to the flower The youth The perfection in being and entire existence The new ideas and new world The fruit of generation brings about The generation to come To fertilize the seeds of the existence The old age To be renewed thoughts Nature wipes out as per the plan of its own Accept it as a reality As it is the truth The sharpness of flower Remembered as the youthfulness of flower The bud is treated emotionally With care as it is to be the perfection In the time to come The flower to be wiped out is respected As it was once a perfection Once roared the magnificence of itself Upon this very world The being-wiped flower doesn’t ask For its claim in the now world And indulge the new with its now state But appreciate the perfection once it had Make believe the youthful flower to blossom And accept its own existence in the present. Every species and beings Are in the nature of being We are no different from the other species We are no superior and at the same time no inferior To the other species And not the other species to us humans Everybody and everything Is the part of the whole The whole is the nature itself.

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I got some things I want to confess From an awkward nerd to a beautiful countess You're more confusing than the Higg's Boson I understand more the positrons and electrons You're more complex than a polysaccharide "Understanding You" is no book my archive Why can't our relationship be a mutualism Rather than the one sided commensalism Could we be close like the tibia and fibula? So close like the aorta and vena cavas? To be close, I could only hope Like uranium 237 and uranium 238, inseparable isotopes Whenever I see you, I get the "kilig" affixes Like the sour taste of citru sinensis I can't get enough of your wonderful smile It's like the taste of pentahydroxyhexanal You might think I'm in delirium But my thoughts are in equilibrium You're the only girl inside my cranium And this love for you is more precious than titanium

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May 28, 2015

May 28, 2015 at 6:57 AM UTC

The Nerdiest Confession

I got some things I want to confess From an awkward nerd to a beautiful countess You're more confusing than the Higg's Boson I understand more the positrons and electrons You're more complex than a polysaccharide "Understanding You" is no book my archive Why can't our relationship be a mutualism Rather than the one sided commensalism Could we be close like the tibia and fibula? So close like the aorta and vena cavas? To be close, I could only hope Like uranium 237 and uranium 238, inseparable isotopes Whenever I see you, I get the "kilig" affixes Like the sour taste of citru sinensis I can't get enough of your wonderful smile It's like the taste of pentahydroxyhexanal You might think I'm in delirium But my thoughts are in equilibrium You're the only girl inside my cranium And this love for you is more precious than titanium

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We find multiple ways to disconnect Where business and technology intersect We kick one another for cash When we need equilibrium for our economy Our morals disintegrate to ash And we trade away our autonomy But we don't dare reflect Instead we disconnect We turn people into symbols and numbers So we can more comfortably slumber After causing heartbreaking pain Through bureaucratic chains Because face to face Our heart will race And we'll examine our submerged morals That lie in the depths with the coral But our reflection is too much to bear So we cowardly choose not to care The only way we can feel ecstatic Is to turn people into demographics The Internet connects us But also satisfies lust And imitates human contact Which has a negative impact The feeling leaves us sated And we don't feel the need to change Our armor becomes plated And we shoot arrows from long range Because we don't like the idea of being one another We get used to the idea of not seeing one another We disconnect so we don't have to try We disconnect so we can slowly die The ****** disconnection continues As we find more violent avenues We utilize fatal instruments To ****** without the sense Of physically feeling The life we're stealing We stabbed one another with swords Until the bullets soared But we still needed more So we disconnected further And became satellite searchers Studying people through actions Defining them by faction We don't have any interest in their personality or flaws All we're concerned with is if they're breaking the law The law we wrote to tip the scales The law that makes us too big to fail A husband leaves his wife Disconnecting from her life She's left with a child To raise in the wild Until a drone drops a bomb On the struggling single mom She's not an investor So we'll just harvest her worthless life Who'll be her protector When she's near someone we don't like? We **** her from our computer That's the way we casually mute her We carefully cultivated a disconnect To treat one another like insects This mentality will infect Until we interject Once we finally reflect Love will connect

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Oct 26, 2017

Oct 26, 2017 at 6:09 AM UTC

We find multiple ways to disconnect Where business and technology intersect We kick one another for cash When we need equilibrium for our economy Our morals disintegrate to ash And we trade away our autonomy But we don't dare reflect Instead we disconnect We turn people into symbols and numbers So we can more comfortably slumber After causing heartbreaking pain Through bureaucratic chains Because face to face Our heart will race And we'll examine our submerged morals That lie in the depths with the coral But our reflection is too much to bear So we cowardly choose not to care The only way we can feel ecstatic Is to turn people into demographics The Internet connects us But also satisfies lust And imitates human contact Which has a negative impact The feeling leaves us sated And we don't feel the need to change Our armor becomes plated And we shoot arrows from long range Because we don't like the idea of being one another We get used to the idea of not seeing one another We disconnect so we don't have to try We disconnect so we can slowly die The ****** disconnection continues As we find more violent avenues We utilize fatal instruments To ****** without the sense Of physically feeling The life we're stealing We stabbed one another with swords Until the bullets soared But we still needed more So we disconnected further And became satellite searchers Studying people through actions Defining them by faction We don't have any interest in their personality or flaws All we're concerned with is if they're breaking the law The law we wrote to tip the scales The law that makes us too big to fail A husband leaves his wife Disconnecting from her life She's left with a child To raise in the wild Until a drone drops a bomb On the struggling single mom She's not an investor So we'll just harvest her worthless life Who'll be her protector When she's near someone we don't like? We **** her from our computer That's the way we casually mute her We carefully cultivated a disconnect To treat one another like insects This mentality will infect Until we interject Once we finally reflect Love will connect

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How do I balance Loving you And not loving you? The scales always tip one way Or the other. I can't maintain equilibrium. I'm not even sure if I want to?

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Jun 2, 2015

Jun 2, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC

How do I balance Loving you And not loving you? The scales always tip one way Or the other. I can't maintain equilibrium. I'm not even sure if I want to?

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So we live In a society that takes wonderful ***** of energy,open minded wonders of powerful source light,and teach them to live In a society that takes wonderful ***** of energy,open minded wonders of powerful source light,and teach them to be subservient obedient fearful and judgemental,we were not born into pride and ego,force fed negativity and apathy,this is why I am just going to say this,mass brainwashing to keep us dumb,free thinking is frowned upon,but one thing they can never take is hope,we were born to break the chains and free ourselves and others around us,positivity lifts and negativity corrupts,so forgive yourself and those around you,anger and fear is what these lower vibrational beings want If your environment is negative remove yourself,and strive to be positive,your spiritual growth depends on it,we are here to help not judge,calling all caring empathetic souls to come together,it is now time for us to levitate the negative,instead of waiting around for a positive change be that change today Calling all LightWorkers,indigo children and starseeds let's make sure things like equilibrium and 1984 simply do not happen,peacefully and lovingly, Martin Luther King and John Lennon had a dream,and so do I,but this dream is my reality ❤️❤️❤️ o be subservient obedient fearful and judgemental,we were not born into pride and ego,force fed negativity and apathy,this is why I am just going to say this,mass brainwashing to keep us dumb,free thinking is frowned upon,but one thing they can never take is hope,we were born to break the chains and free ourselves and others around us,positivity lifts and negativity corrupts,so forgive yourself and those around you,anger and fear is what these lower vibrational brings want If your environment is negative remove yourself,and strive to be positive,your spiritual growth depends on it,we are here to help not judge,calling all caring empathetic souls to come together,it is now time for us to levitate the negative,instead of waiting around for a positive change be that change today

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Aug 22, 2016

Aug 22, 2016 at 5:58 PM UTC

john-r-pettigrew

Karma Conspiracy

So we live In a society that takes wonderful ***** of energy,open minded wonders of powerful source light,and teach them to live In a society that takes wonderful ***** of energy,open minded wonders of powerful source light,and teach them to be subservient obedient fearful and judgemental,we were not born into pride and ego,force fed negativity and apathy,this is why I am just going to say this,mass brainwashing to keep us dumb,free thinking is frowned upon,but one thing they can never take is hope,we were born to break the chains and free ourselves and others around us,positivity lifts and negativity corrupts,so forgive yourself and those around you,anger and fear is what these lower vibrational beings want If your environment is negative remove yourself,and strive to be positive,your spiritual growth depends on it,we are here to help not judge,calling all caring empathetic souls to come together,it is now time for us to levitate the negative,instead of waiting around for a positive change be that change today Calling all LightWorkers,indigo children and starseeds let's make sure things like equilibrium and 1984 simply do not happen,peacefully and lovingly, Martin Luther King and John Lennon had a dream,and so do I,but this dream is my reality ❤️❤️❤️ o be subservient obedient fearful and judgemental,we were not born into pride and ego,force fed negativity and apathy,this is why I am just going to say this,mass brainwashing to keep us dumb,free thinking is frowned upon,but one thing they can never take is hope,we were born to break the chains and free ourselves and others around us,positivity lifts and negativity corrupts,so forgive yourself and those around you,anger and fear is what these lower vibrational brings want If your environment is negative remove yourself,and strive to be positive,your spiritual growth depends on it,we are here to help not judge,calling all caring empathetic souls to come together,it is now time for us to levitate the negative,instead of waiting around for a positive change be that change today

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There is an inherent discrepancy 'twixt the World in One's Mind and the World that simply Is. That is, however, no intrinsically bad thing. For, I find, that the world Within needs the world Without, though they inderdepend and thus are not mutually exclusive. There needs to be a discrepancy for the pressures, as it were, to have any room or excuse to neutralize: to move towards equilibrium; however, it is not linear, nor is it parabolic: this, I believe, is where Calculus becomes a valid allegory for Life, itself.

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Apr 9, 2014

Apr 9, 2014 at 2:54 AM UTC

Anubis-the-Philosomancer

The Calculus of Life itself.

There is an inherent discrepancy 'twixt the World in One's Mind and the World that simply Is. That is, however, no intrinsically bad thing. For, I find, that the world Within needs the world Without, though they inderdepend and thus are not mutually exclusive. There needs to be a discrepancy for the pressures, as it were, to have any room or excuse to neutralize: to move towards equilibrium; however, it is not linear, nor is it parabolic: this, I believe, is where Calculus becomes a valid allegory for Life, itself.

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Life is full of twists and turns Happiness / Sadness Anger / Joy Passion / Indifference Love / Hate Opposites at first glance, each necessary in their own time, each with a purpose. Like the swing of a pendulum, each tick-tock is inevitable, each turn in the road purposeful, showing us something we need to learn from. If we do not learn, it passes us by, and it will pass us by again, and again, and again, until we learn the lesson life intends us to learn, then it will move on. Tick-tock, tick-tock, swing left, swing right, higher, lower, until we reach equilibrium, then tick-tock, tick-tock all over again. Live, learn, love... Live, learn, love... LIVE, LEARN, LOVE! Balance is the Key. And Love! And Life! And to take each day as it arrives and make the most of each opportunity, each smile, glower, crisis and peace in its stride, and at the end of the day to be able to say: I have LIVED this day!

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May 12, 2015

May 12, 2015 at 1:45 PM UTC

Life is full of twists and turns

Life is full of twists and turns Happiness / Sadness Anger / Joy Passion / Indifference Love / Hate Opposites at first glance, each necessary in their own time, each with a purpose. Like the swing of a pendulum, each tick-tock is inevitable, each turn in the road purposeful, showing us something we need to learn from. If we do not learn, it passes us by, and it will pass us by again, and again, and again, until we learn the lesson life intends us to learn, then it will move on. Tick-tock, tick-tock, swing left, swing right, higher, lower, until we reach equilibrium, then tick-tock, tick-tock all over again. Live, learn, love... Live, learn, love... LIVE, LEARN, LOVE! Balance is the Key. And Love! And Life! And to take each day as it arrives and make the most of each opportunity, each smile, glower, crisis and peace in its stride, and at the end of the day to be able to say: I have LIVED this day!

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Life reduced to a ticking clock, As shriveled men desperately clasp To slick tomes filled with diagrams Of shadowy glass towers, convoluted machines And factories with a singular purpose: To manufacture their own existence. The Plague spreads to druidic forests Where those who simply existed Overcome with glutinous ambition Demolish those majestic columns Which supported equilibrium While the world gleefully cheers.

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Oct 16, 2014

Oct 16, 2014 at 7:38 PM UTC

the-unknown-pussm

Untitled (10/16)

Life reduced to a ticking clock, As shriveled men desperately clasp To slick tomes filled with diagrams Of shadowy glass towers, convoluted machines And factories with a singular purpose: To manufacture their own existence. The Plague spreads to druidic forests Where those who simply existed Overcome with glutinous ambition Demolish those majestic columns Which supported equilibrium While the world gleefully cheers.

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1356 The Rat is the concisest Tenant. He pays no Rent. Repudiates the Obligation— On Schemes intent Balking our Wit To sound or circumvent— Hate cannot harm A Foe so reticent— Neither Decree prohibit him— Lawful as Equilibrium.

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Emily Dickinson

The Rat is the concisest Tenant.

1356 The Rat is the concisest Tenant. He pays no Rent. Repudiates the Obligation— On Schemes intent Balking our Wit To sound or circumvent— Hate cannot harm A Foe so reticent— Neither Decree prohibit him— Lawful as Equilibrium.

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A green pond In a leafless park Held with an iron bond His stagnant equilibrium. ©LazharBouazzi, 5 August, 2018

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Aug 4, 2018

Aug 4, 2018 at 9:53 AM UTC

Pond in The Belvédère Park, Downtown Tunis, On 4 August, 2018

A green pond In a leafless park Held with an iron bond His stagnant equilibrium. ©LazharBouazzi, 5 August, 2018

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Ive known you for approximately 6209.1225 days Which is equivalent to 17 years When people think of love, they never consider the bond between a sister and her twin. Its a God given best friend a pal for life, someone who will always have your back, the yin to my yang, my better half, While you may be bullheaded and stubborn, I can be quite openminded and forgiving and between the two we balance out, we make an equilibrium. It's me and you against the world from Beanie babies to paychecks, from ice cream trucks to a Corsica, It was me and you all along. Even if our Mother made a million mistakes I have to thank her for giving birth to the other half of my heart. I know Ill never be alone because you're always right there by my side.

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Mar 15, 2013

Mar 15, 2013 at 11:37 AM UTC

Ive known you for approximately 6209.1225 days Which is equivalent to 17 years When people think of love, they never consider the bond between a sister and her twin. Its a God given best friend a pal for life, someone who will always have your back, the yin to my yang, my better half, While you may be bullheaded and stubborn, I can be quite openminded and forgiving and between the two we balance out, we make an equilibrium. It's me and you against the world from Beanie babies to paychecks, from ice cream trucks to a Corsica, It was me and you all along. Even if our Mother made a million mistakes I have to thank her for giving birth to the other half of my heart. I know Ill never be alone because you're always right there by my side.

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I have taken myself to far. I have given myself over to something to strong. This frenzy lifts me to my fate. Guides me to my doom. Into you. Is where i will fall Your hogging the equilibrium I see you dying to come out and ruin me.

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Jan 17, 2012

Jan 17, 2012 at 12:24 PM UTC

I have taken myself to far. I have given myself over to something to strong. This frenzy lifts me to my fate. Guides me to my doom. Into you. Is where i will fall Your hogging the equilibrium I see you dying to come out and ruin me.

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What once is now was My feet tread delicately over egg shells Balance on unsturdy tightropes My body's equilibrium thrown off My legs shake like an earthquake of emotion From outer to inner core, I see A slimmer of green light, my american dream I am the Great Gatsby Holding onto a bit of the past Desiring it to become the present To the future of mine Yet with soft words I am met with inevitable flames of anger A rage so powerful, so dangerous So provoking, prodding me like a cow The man I was born from Whom is supposed to defend me Is one that destroys me His words conform, turning into a wrecking ball Slam into my heart, destroying it Pieces fall down like pebbles tip, tipping against a lover's window Except it taps the windows of Satan Awakening unknown, terrifying horrors As bottles clink, can crash, alcohol splatters So does the confidence I once had mbm

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Sep 27, 2018

Sep 27, 2018 at 6:47 PM UTC

Tightropes and Egg Shells

What once is now was My feet tread delicately over egg shells Balance on unsturdy tightropes My body's equilibrium thrown off My legs shake like an earthquake of emotion From outer to inner core, I see A slimmer of green light, my american dream I am the Great Gatsby Holding onto a bit of the past Desiring it to become the present To the future of mine Yet with soft words I am met with inevitable flames of anger A rage so powerful, so dangerous So provoking, prodding me like a cow The man I was born from Whom is supposed to defend me Is one that destroys me His words conform, turning into a wrecking ball Slam into my heart, destroying it Pieces fall down like pebbles tip, tipping against a lover's window Except it taps the windows of Satan Awakening unknown, terrifying horrors As bottles clink, can crash, alcohol splatters So does the confidence I once had mbm

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when i think about you not being here, i imagine outer space. no gravity spacetime and then rubbing your feet in a forest. it's raining, but we have a straw roof. i'm obsessed with collecting the water and you're splashing it out of the clay jugs telling me it's infinite laughing kissing me im on your chest. we're not saying anything but we're using the rain like morse code. my rain says i love you, yours says something about a flying squirrel. i laugh because you're weird and then you kiss my third eye. it makes so much sense, it fits so perfectly, it fills all the gel electrophoresis reservoirs. its a spider watching her eggs it's like when fluorine finds hydrogen, that's exactly what it is! it's a really high charge finding a molecular body that brings it back to equilibrium, that's what this is! so i don't care what anyone says because they obviously don't understand molecular orbital theory.

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Oct 22, 2013

Oct 22, 2013 at 5:39 PM UTC

i want you like fluorine wants hydrogen

when i think about you not being here, i imagine outer space. no gravity spacetime and then rubbing your feet in a forest. it's raining, but we have a straw roof. i'm obsessed with collecting the water and you're splashing it out of the clay jugs telling me it's infinite laughing kissing me im on your chest. we're not saying anything but we're using the rain like morse code. my rain says i love you, yours says something about a flying squirrel. i laugh because you're weird and then you kiss my third eye. it makes so much sense, it fits so perfectly, it fills all the gel electrophoresis reservoirs. its a spider watching her eggs it's like when fluorine finds hydrogen, that's exactly what it is! it's a really high charge finding a molecular body that brings it back to equilibrium, that's what this is! so i don't care what anyone says because they obviously don't understand molecular orbital theory.

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Truth bares the deepest recesses of her concealed modesties. Can you feel the resonating equilibrium of tantric sound as we connect across humanitarian divides? Tears fill my eyes, as I bask in the presence of such elevated humility. I am grateful for the wisdom of simplicity, as opposed to what may be deemed to be stupidity. Let us join hands around this circle of cultic agreement.

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Mar 19, 2014

Mar 19, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC

Pornographic Acknowledgement

Truth bares the deepest recesses of her concealed modesties. Can you feel the resonating equilibrium of tantric sound as we connect across humanitarian divides? Tears fill my eyes, as I bask in the presence of such elevated humility. I am grateful for the wisdom of simplicity, as opposed to what may be deemed to be stupidity. Let us join hands around this circle of cultic agreement.

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When deciding whether it's better to avoid ignore go numb than to feel hurt and cry remember why. Why you'd rather work talk and clean than sit lounge twiddling thumbs. Why you'd rather it rain snow or be sunny than equilibrium gray with thin clouds. Why idle steady clean hands are a sign of inexperience, and sore throbbing tired feet are worthwhile. Remember every single time that you're only happy when it rains but sun and cold will never get old.

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Aug 2, 2014

Aug 2, 2014 at 1:58 AM UTC

Decisions Made Easy

When deciding whether it's better to avoid ignore go numb than to feel hurt and cry remember why. Why you'd rather work talk and clean than sit lounge twiddling thumbs. Why you'd rather it rain snow or be sunny than equilibrium gray with thin clouds. Why idle steady clean hands are a sign of inexperience, and sore throbbing tired feet are worthwhile. Remember every single time that you're only happy when it rains but sun and cold will never get old.

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The equilibrium of the ecosystem is challenged by the rites of the 11th Century Norsemen. Smell the pine in the forests of North America where the dream catcher swings in the branches of the misty Boreal forest. We must never forget in our futile plight for supremacy, that the roots of trees are deeply connected to the annals of history where contemporary grandiosity is a mere mirage of what we call sophistication. Toccata and Fugue in D Minor is where Johann Sebastian Bach communicated his message as clear as the cries of those who were slaughtered in the Highland Clearances. Parallel octaves of our Viking ancestry are firmly established and will never be altered despite the quests of the New World Order.

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Dec 31, 2013

Dec 31, 2013 at 3:58 PM UTC

Scandinavian Modernity

The equilibrium of the ecosystem is challenged by the rites of the 11th Century Norsemen. Smell the pine in the forests of North America where the dream catcher swings in the branches of the misty Boreal forest. We must never forget in our futile plight for supremacy, that the roots of trees are deeply connected to the annals of history where contemporary grandiosity is a mere mirage of what we call sophistication. Toccata and Fugue in D Minor is where Johann Sebastian Bach communicated his message as clear as the cries of those who were slaughtered in the Highland Clearances. Parallel octaves of our Viking ancestry are firmly established and will never be altered despite the quests of the New World Order.

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It's summertime. The saxophone jazz sounds are pirouettetting the waves to find their own balance. It's a mauve inner dance in almost everything around. More exactly, the melodious movable sounds become soundable movement needing a reverberation time to dissipate the energy. The movement releases its own purity to become simple fecundity. The pulsed sound waves are also old memories lost in the natural green. The saxophone looks much more like a Tahitian prince dancing his love on the sand. The singing mauve sea waves have a sadness taste at sunset. The last one is a watery mermaid and he embraces her while searching the high. The sounds need touch and life. They need to dematerialize and to disappear into the universe. The saxophone remains a solitaire keeping safe his evanescent hermetic equilibrium.

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Mar 21, 2013

Mar 21, 2013 at 8:16 PM UTC

It's summertime. The saxophone jazz sounds are pirouettetting the waves to find their own balance. It's a mauve inner dance in almost everything around. More exactly, the melodious movable sounds become soundable movement needing a reverberation time to dissipate the energy. The movement releases its own purity to become simple fecundity. The pulsed sound waves are also old memories lost in the natural green. The saxophone looks much more like a Tahitian prince dancing his love on the sand. The singing mauve sea waves have a sadness taste at sunset. The last one is a watery mermaid and he embraces her while searching the high. The sounds need touch and life. They need to dematerialize and to disappear into the universe. The saxophone remains a solitaire keeping safe his evanescent hermetic equilibrium.

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Falling angels Black evil Whispering taunting tantalizing Teaching you dark secrets Fallen angel (echo) Fallen angel once flew high Life of humaneness gone rotten Humble equilibrium Both darkness and light consumes them falling angel (echo)

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Mar 24, 2015

Mar 24, 2015 at 6:18 AM UTC

Falling angels Black evil Whispering taunting tantalizing Teaching you dark secrets Fallen angel (echo) Fallen angel once flew high Life of humaneness gone rotten Humble equilibrium Both darkness and light consumes them falling angel (echo)

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