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"evaluating" poems
* Look at my LOVE Do not look at my looks And please tell me What is going on in YOU? Are you still thinking? May I tell you not to think Are you still evaluating? Can I ask you not to... When it comes to LOVE It is unfair for the clouds of LOVE Not to rain on YOU It is unfair for the breeze of LOVE To not carry the fragrance of LOVE to YOU It is unfair on the dew Not to form on your grass It is unfair for the bees To not find your flower to **** honey It is unfair for the birds Not to find a BLUE sky To soar wings in flight It is unfair for the Lioness To cajole the Lion to LOVE It is unfair for water to be dammed And not flow into your ocean of LOVE It is unfair to my skin woolens Not to cover you with LOVE warmth It is unfair for my blood Not to flow within your veins It is as much unfair for my breathe Not to be oxygen for your lungs Is not the silence of your being Narrating a tale of LOVE? The looks in your eyes That shines rays of LOVE That brings sunshine to life Shows your tender heart within Which is so overflowing with LOVE It is unfair to imprisoned your LOVE I took a second to tell YOU "I LOVE YOU very much" Now please give me A million life-times To be with YOU To prove to you How much I LOVE YOU It is unfair for life not to LOVE It is unfair for me not to LOVE YOU *
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Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 12:00 AM UTC
Unfair
If I let my eyes glaze over just right, I get a nice film quality picture. I hover out of my body- like a mad director, evaluating what we've got, I snip the film strips from my memory, franticaly re-piecing together the story. I didn't get the shots I wanted. I feel hollow and sick. Playing and re-playing the scenes where it all went to the dregs. Maybe if I were paying closer attention- I could have gotten it right. I could've rearranged the shot list- so "major life accident" was at the end of the movie- not the beginning.   Sorting through what we're left with, I hear no mellow music scoring my mothers choked sobs. No soft glow to hide the harsh lines of grief described on her face. The bottles of liquor weren't props. And when the sound of silence rendered her breathless- no one was there to yell "CUT"! I grit my teeth and hold back my seething anger at such a **** writer. This is not a sci-fi film. No alien plummets to earth eager to turn back the sands of time because there was a fluke in the configubobulator. Not a romantic comedy, where his smashed body miraculously recovers and my mother, him, and all the kids pursue their dreams as a family of comics on the road- The jackson 5 of stand up! No inspiring action film where the government tests a bionic exoskeleton, connects it to his brains nervous system, and after wild success he dedicates his life to intergalactic vigilante work, as well as a remaining a reliable family man. There's no sending it back for re-writes. There is no 1 hero to lean on. No villain to hate. Only us. I hope one day, it's enough. I hope one day we have a film we can be proud of.
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May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 7:20 PM UTC
All the magic happens in post.
If I let my eyes glaze over just right, I get a nice film quality picture. I hover out of my body- like a mad director, evaluating what we've got, I snip the film strips from my memory, franticaly re-piecing together the story. I didn't get the shots I wanted. I feel hollow and sick. Playing and re-playing the scenes where it all went to the dregs. Maybe if I were paying closer attention- I could have gotten it right. I could've rearranged the shot list- so "major life accident" was at the end of the movie- not the beginning.   Sorting through what we're left with, I hear no mellow music scoring my mothers choked sobs. No soft glow to hide the harsh lines of grief described on her face. The bottles of liquor weren't props. And when the sound of silence rendered her breathless- no one was there to yell "CUT"! I grit my teeth and hold back my seething anger at such a **** writer. This is not a sci-fi film. No alien plummets to earth eager to turn back the sands of time because there was a fluke in the configubobulator. Not a romantic comedy, where his smashed body miraculously recovers and my mother, him, and all the kids pursue their dreams as a family of comics on the road- The jackson 5 of stand up! No inspiring action film where the government tests a bionic exoskeleton, connects it to his brains nervous system, and after wild success he dedicates his life to intergalactic vigilante work, as well as a remaining a reliable family man. There's no sending it back for re-writes. There is no 1 hero to lean on. No villain to hate. Only us. I hope one day, it's enough. I hope one day we have a film we can be proud of.
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i live in a nothing realm. where i am temporarily frozen in a state of acceptance. yet not always approving or denying its assistance taking only what i see gets absorbed into the list of unimportant information that rarely gets put to use. never pondering if it will decay or stunt the growth of my existence i stood blank and emotionless. numb to the world around me. i was nonexistent in that parcel of a moment. for i am incapable of anything and everything that is unavailable to me in the now. only struggling resistance it was once brought to my vacant attention to follow through with all of the insignificant. but evaluating the differences in what is and is not can be exhausting. not enabling me to demonstrate persistence i can rarely display the emotions of what is appropriate for that particular time. even if the mandatory rotation of the earth was to choose to delay its turns for just a glimpse moment so that i can at a distance
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Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 1:27 AM UTC
nothingness
banana skin salad in artificial lemonade peacocks salivating mushy rooms belly aching Oreos are okie dokie ocean breezes open up me analyzing any eyes evaluating coffee grinds a manifesting apple in me apple in the Snapple leaking sticky salamander fingers static on a broken speaker attics over broken theaters salmon eating taco teachers teaching choco taco preachers preaching at Chicago creatures opal rings and oval things are focusing on yodeling a social need for opening in total global offerings and in a soup or telephonic happiness in playing sonic gently speaking thick Ebonics sickly tonic Let's be honest, boys
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Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 1:26 AM UTC
sack of jaweea
I find it interesting, The way we mold ourselves to the given situation Different faces means new spaces to fill liquid in, intoxicate, and ultimately change them. So we need our weapons clasped in our grip catch a bad intention, make sure they're the ones who slip... No!  We've been doing this all wrong. Keeping the walls up inhibits growth to be strong Even if it takes, "far, too long." Inevitably we exclaim pitches that reside in the same song. The color-changing, tree-walkers are said to blend into their environment. This is actually not true. They change based on light intensity, temperature, and mood. The personality-changing, free-walkers change based, On the type of reaction they want to get out of you. After all you could be the ***** to hold together the whole scheme Caught in a feverish nightmare, when it seemed to be a sweet dream Solitary work is needed, now, to avoid a potential sting And so I take the time to rhyme this, Evaluating the nature of everything. The mouth can be, but the eyes are not untruthful They precipitate pictures, from the scary to the downright beautiful Look deep within yourself, and see your own array of colors. We may be blind to the importance of some priorities, but I feel we're all lovers. "Hurt people hurt people," In my life it's a fact. But remember you can only be responsible for how you act. No offense or defensive tactics, Throw the whole playbook out. Conducting this vessel requires much practice, Reflect needs of warmth for the seeds to sprout Make sure you don't love someone, just for what they can give to you. Highlight their radiance, for making you feel the way you do The cycle, is only as vicious as one portrays it The choice is ours, and I choose to change it. Right here, right now Breathe in, Feel the oxygen go down Hold it, For a moment Every exhale reminds us, That life's color is golden. So fold up the clothes, And walk out the door. So many illuminated pigmentations to see, ~Everybody's a new world to explore~
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Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
Chameleon
I find it interesting, The way we mold ourselves to the given situation Different faces means new spaces to fill liquid in, intoxicate, and ultimately change them. So we need our weapons clasped in our grip catch a bad intention, make sure they're the ones who slip... No!  We've been doing this all wrong. Keeping the walls up inhibits growth to be strong Even if it takes, "far, too long." Inevitably we exclaim pitches that reside in the same song. The color-changing, tree-walkers are said to blend into their environment. This is actually not true. They change based on light intensity, temperature, and mood. The personality-changing, free-walkers change based, On the type of reaction they want to get out of you. After all you could be the ***** to hold together the whole scheme Caught in a feverish nightmare, when it seemed to be a sweet dream Solitary work is needed, now, to avoid a potential sting And so I take the time to rhyme this, Evaluating the nature of everything. The mouth can be, but the eyes are not untruthful They precipitate pictures, from the scary to the downright beautiful Look deep within yourself, and see your own array of colors. We may be blind to the importance of some priorities, but I feel we're all lovers. "Hurt people hurt people," In my life it's a fact. But remember you can only be responsible for how you act. No offense or defensive tactics, Throw the whole playbook out. Conducting this vessel requires much practice, Reflect needs of warmth for the seeds to sprout Make sure you don't love someone, just for what they can give to you. Highlight their radiance, for making you feel the way you do The cycle, is only as vicious as one portrays it The choice is ours, and I choose to change it. Right here, right now Breathe in, Feel the oxygen go down Hold it, For a moment Every exhale reminds us, That life's color is golden. So fold up the clothes, And walk out the door. So many illuminated pigmentations to see, ~Everybody's a new world to explore~
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Enough- Its enough having these corporations run our nation while the infiltration of money making keeps destroying world peace aspirations- Its like Satan and his manipulation keep telling me that success lies in the accumulation- And the accumulation of that money making is what makes life exhilarating? And the exhilaration of materialization keep growing as a representation of America’s successful creation- And soon it becomes discrimination- Upper class elevation vs. lower class stipulations- The poor patient vs. Rich patience- The barring margin of APR regulations- Keep our nation rotating-Gaining speed and evaluating- The appreciation of desperation is all for corporate gaming- The memorization and commercialization keep our nation deprecating from the rest of the worlds visualizations- Our accreditation creates frustration- Segregation and integration by the new world organization- Integration to a peaceful appropriation is questioned by this American administration- AND I QUESTION IT?
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Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 2:04 PM UTC
Enough
That lasting life change So deep, so heart felt? How is it born? That deep inner knowing A place of understanding Connected to what Is Divine within each of us? As we work together to understand truth What lies within each of us and directs us To the deepest desired connections Of our intertwined hearts? Is this within? The unfolding Inner most being A Higher Spiritual Self? The Spiritual Man The Spiritual Woman Who's purpose exposes Our strengths and weaknesses With expected and unexpected gifts? As our weaknesses bring Us to our knees Lamenting our life's challenges Crying out our broking hearts Evaluating the known and unknown How do we begin to move along The Way Home?! Do we go into the unknown shadow of darkness Only to shriek and back away?   Or do we chose to allow courage To accept our steps into it's presence? In spite of our fears Will we allow courage To forge our greatest strengths? As steal within the bellowing fires? And if we allow resolve Will we find deeper wisdom and truth Beating within the sacred chambers of our hearts? The opening is before us. If you place a hand on the door Open it wide! It was then! He stepped into the shadow of His own darkness….. Finding himself alone He reached his hand back Toward hers. Stepping into her own shadow She grasped his outstretched hand Pulling, supporting, anchoring together Both facing the Light... From within their own Shadows of darkness Holding fast, They began their journey together. Step by step Line up on line Precept upon precept.....
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May 20, 2022
May 20, 2022 at 5:51 PM UTC
How does it begin?
That lasting life change So deep, so heart felt? How is it born? That deep inner knowing A place of understanding Connected to what Is Divine within each of us? As we work together to understand truth What lies within each of us and directs us To the deepest desired connections Of our intertwined hearts? Is this within? The unfolding Inner most being A Higher Spiritual Self? The Spiritual Man The Spiritual Woman Who's purpose exposes Our strengths and weaknesses With expected and unexpected gifts? As our weaknesses bring Us to our knees Lamenting our life's challenges Crying out our broking hearts Evaluating the known and unknown How do we begin to move along The Way Home?! Do we go into the unknown shadow of darkness Only to shriek and back away?   Or do we chose to allow courage To accept our steps into it's presence? In spite of our fears Will we allow courage To forge our greatest strengths? As steal within the bellowing fires? And if we allow resolve Will we find deeper wisdom and truth Beating within the sacred chambers of our hearts? The opening is before us. If you place a hand on the door Open it wide! It was then! He stepped into the shadow of His own darkness….. Finding himself alone He reached his hand back Toward hers. Stepping into her own shadow She grasped his outstretched hand Pulling, supporting, anchoring together Both facing the Light... From within their own Shadows of darkness Holding fast, They began their journey together. Step by step Line up on line Precept upon precept.....
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man leisured by the least obliging functioning of what he terms “proper” manual endeavours of the biceps will clearly resolve the matter being his last adventure that’s consumerism, creating as many menial jobs as possible without the freedom to enjoy hardish and the elements; but of course man’s life will become easier, but his adventure seeking will simply become a zoology, a safari, a safety netting - consumerism is hardly an adventure, it’s a bicycle schematic: one wheel produces, another wheel consumes; most of the jobs under the hammer were not menial, they became menial only when heidegger’s hammer was involved and the rebellion came when hammering nails in turned into discussing philosophy; it’s hard to commence an emergence of philosophy window shopping, woman’s new kitchen area: you know how many marriages i have seen fail because of over-cooked pasta? too many. you know how many glass houses i’ve seen constructed by women peering into shop windows at mannequins? too many. i sometimes think about sartre’s c.c.t.v. voyeurism pervasive in english society alongside paedophilia, and i guess the jigsaw parts fit... they do; once dubbed the nation of shopkeepers, now dubbed the nation of integrally ~foreign mortgage lenders (nation of property developers / landlords... indeed, once a nation of shopkeepers, now a nation of landlords): or a nation re-evaluating communism by importing slavs to talk of the ups and lows of communism by trying to curb capitalistic egoism and turn it into a collective without communism’s egoism father stalin:                             or queen bee or queen ant china.
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Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 8:08 PM UTC
nation of shopkeepers turned into a nation of landlords
man leisured by the least obliging functioning of what he terms “proper” manual endeavours of the biceps will clearly resolve the matter being his last adventure that’s consumerism, creating as many menial jobs as possible without the freedom to enjoy hardish and the elements; but of course man’s life will become easier, but his adventure seeking will simply become a zoology, a safari, a safety netting - consumerism is hardly an adventure, it’s a bicycle schematic: one wheel produces, another wheel consumes; most of the jobs under the hammer were not menial, they became menial only when heidegger’s hammer was involved and the rebellion came when hammering nails in turned into discussing philosophy; it’s hard to commence an emergence of philosophy window shopping, woman’s new kitchen area: you know how many marriages i have seen fail because of over-cooked pasta? too many. you know how many glass houses i’ve seen constructed by women peering into shop windows at mannequins? too many. i sometimes think about sartre’s c.c.t.v. voyeurism pervasive in english society alongside paedophilia, and i guess the jigsaw parts fit... they do; once dubbed the nation of shopkeepers, now dubbed the nation of integrally ~foreign mortgage lenders (nation of property developers / landlords... indeed, once a nation of shopkeepers, now a nation of landlords): or a nation re-evaluating communism by importing slavs to talk of the ups and lows of communism by trying to curb capitalistic egoism and turn it into a collective without communism’s egoism father stalin:                             or queen bee or queen ant china.
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She quietly sits, Evaluating the words she Let escape her lips. Fighting with the anger, Igniting her naked Soul; being her only danger. Her words are so devastating
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Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 1:59 AM UTC
Selfless
Too many people walk staring down Watching their feet hit the pavement Heel toe Heel toe Heel toe It's all the same Over and over again Why is it so intimidating to look up? Are we afraid that glancing forward will cause us to trip? No We watch our feet Heel toe Heel toe Heel toe We watch our feet out of fear of what we will see when other's see us Have you ever looked into the eyes of a complete stranger intentionally? Held that stare for mare than a second or two? What we fear is their judgement Because For that extra second we hold their stare We are evaluating them sizing them up giving them purpose or lack of it That is what we fear Their judgement than verdict That they, this stranger sharing our path, will pound the gavel over our soul And pronounce us guilty unaccepted wrong strange different condemned Their judgement proves all too significant It will be what defines us That is why we stare down at our feet As they go Heel toe Heel toe Heel toe
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Jun 6, 2012
Jun 6, 2012 at 4:37 AM UTC
Heel Toe, Heel Toe
Your generation is defined by definitions. 'This generation', this new-fangled bunch of hooligans Cut out and put in the oven, Lives pre-formed, based on premonitions, Put into the system and cranked out Made up of numbers and tests that really define who you are. 'This generation' that you have given a set of rules A set of molds to fit into To pour their lives out and 'better the world' Shaped with your all-knowing tools Scissors that cut funding to the parts that maybe, Perhaps, might make them an individual. Because here, no, here we don't have room for individuality But we sure have room for this assembly Your freedom of religion, speech, and freedom to assemble No room for that, for fear of immorality We don't have time for originals, we don't have time for strays I'm sorry that you've got ideas, Generation Y But this is the generation of time constraints. We've got technology to innovate, an ozone to fit Communities to build and lives put at risk But that's not as important as what's in the now No, not as important as these tucks and nips We've got to put you under the needle Even after we swore, 'first do no harm', But this isn't going to hurt, I swear Well, maybe not on the outside. Look here, Y, you'd be better off compliant To fix our computers and drive our trucks To turn off your TVs and just trust us To read the chapter and finish the assignment Because to us, you all learn the same, To us you are still just a number Even if you think you're out when you graduate. So what, you graduated the system, And it's done it's work on you Have your daddy pick the college and your mama pick the sheets Pack your bags, you're ready for the big world And that's exactly what we made you think. Generation Y, you are fitting into the molds we gave you We tried to crank you out in groups of 300 And we did You were never allowed to be original And you weren't. Generation Y, this cookie-cutter, uniform 'Glued to technology', uninterested Group of 'stupid' teenagers You were forced to unify And forced into corrals, thereby, Forced into lives we've blessed you with. I swear, by my very intelligence That we're good by you, good by the world In evaluating what we need Where we need people Hopefully creating a society less-gnarled Generation Y, you may hate the population But you are the population And you are what we told you to be. Your lives were pre-formed from day one, So, please, Sit down, shut up, finish your definitions, And stop asking why.
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC
Y: An Argument
Your generation is defined by definitions. 'This generation', this new-fangled bunch of hooligans Cut out and put in the oven, Lives pre-formed, based on premonitions, Put into the system and cranked out Made up of numbers and tests that really define who you are. 'This generation' that you have given a set of rules A set of molds to fit into To pour their lives out and 'better the world' Shaped with your all-knowing tools Scissors that cut funding to the parts that maybe, Perhaps, might make them an individual. Because here, no, here we don't have room for individuality But we sure have room for this assembly Your freedom of religion, speech, and freedom to assemble No room for that, for fear of immorality We don't have time for originals, we don't have time for strays I'm sorry that you've got ideas, Generation Y But this is the generation of time constraints. We've got technology to innovate, an ozone to fit Communities to build and lives put at risk But that's not as important as what's in the now No, not as important as these tucks and nips We've got to put you under the needle Even after we swore, 'first do no harm', But this isn't going to hurt, I swear Well, maybe not on the outside. Look here, Y, you'd be better off compliant To fix our computers and drive our trucks To turn off your TVs and just trust us To read the chapter and finish the assignment Because to us, you all learn the same, To us you are still just a number Even if you think you're out when you graduate. So what, you graduated the system, And it's done it's work on you Have your daddy pick the college and your mama pick the sheets Pack your bags, you're ready for the big world And that's exactly what we made you think. Generation Y, you are fitting into the molds we gave you We tried to crank you out in groups of 300 And we did You were never allowed to be original And you weren't. Generation Y, this cookie-cutter, uniform 'Glued to technology', uninterested Group of 'stupid' teenagers You were forced to unify And forced into corrals, thereby, Forced into lives we've blessed you with. I swear, by my very intelligence That we're good by you, good by the world In evaluating what we need Where we need people Hopefully creating a society less-gnarled Generation Y, you may hate the population But you are the population And you are what we told you to be. Your lives were pre-formed from day one, So, please, Sit down, shut up, finish your definitions, And stop asking why.
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Into a bow, I folded paper wakame and ate it. Intentionally. Compulsive behaviors include : Ingredients such as : relativity , perspective taught me how to turn something flat three-dimensional and visa-versa. The Unfamilliar, not-yet-integrated uncertain if it could be capitalized on, forms of existing somehow gathered shame exposure sexuality erasure childhood memory determination in tasting. I would like my appetite back when you are finished evaluating Above the water horizon, where none of us can see, everything is different. : I can't believe I keep forgetting.
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Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 3:46 PM UTC
Value
We stop our faithful car Halfway between both National parks Because the scenery Was too gorgeous To quickly forget. We sit down near a cow fence And you pick me a flower And place it in my hair, And I can tell everything With you is about the scenery, The message, the emotion. You’re an artist that never Turns away from the canvas. You never turn off the appreciation, The evaluating, the creating, And I want to kiss your Tired eyes, The ones that must dream Exhausting things All night and day, And now there are tears in my eyes And they sting And it’s because I realize How draining it must be To be so beautiful. You make me realize How similar we are, I see myself in you. Everything to me is poetry. All the double meaning And metaphor Gives me context, gives me life, Helps me make connections. It drives me absolutely insane, Being an artist at heart, And then in a twist of fate, That turns out to be Exactly what you want. Now we’re weeping On the side of the road Somewhere in Idaho, And you love me, And I know it, And it hits me hard for the first time, And I’m an artist So I want to feel it all. And we talk about love And our fears about death, How we’ll always be artists - Me, the mad one, and you, The sad one, and we laugh, With tears of every emotion, And we want to drink them up, And it’s like time doesn’t exist On this abandoned highway road With the unforgettable view, The unforgettable me, And the unforgettable you.
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Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 8:07 PM UTC
Unforgettable
Kindness It is not hard to get lost in your own self-deprecation, But this is easily remedied by re-evaluating the situation. See your woes from the prospective of those causing you anguish, And ask yourself, what has happened to them to make them so selfish? Abolish Blame & adopt generosity of heart, You’ll start to see a small act of Kindness is a good way to start, Then adapt this gesture to reach out to others, To strangers, friends, your sisters & your brothers. By choosing to act in kindness and not with a selfish attitude, You’ll feel your spirit lift & with it flies your selfish outlook and your low mood, Your eyes will start to shine from helping another soul, Because you simply stop thinking about you, and focus on all other individuals. So, Be Kind, be brave, be honest & true, and if you know your morals are good, you will certainly bring out the best of you. Learn to love life and care for all living things you find, Because the secret to happiness is simple, you only have to be kind.
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May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 6:07 AM UTC
Be Kind
Sometimes I feel so crazy now Especially at night, so very alone My heart and soul feel so empty As my thoughts seem to roam It seems entirely different these days How my mistakes I seem to repeat Whenever I lead with my emotions Not really evaluating what my eyes see It seems I become more uneasy now No longer sure if I should take a chance As it seems each time I lead with my heart It always ends in another broken romance So I think I’ll hold still for the present Placing my faith in God that I will not slip And the wife I have asked Him for Will come into my life with a lasting bliss
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Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 1:30 AM UTC
Alone
#*Simple interests Complex values Evaluating Desired profits Loss of interests Principal principles lost*#
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Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 11:53 AM UTC
Complex values
The slightest thought of your touch makes me weak at the knees, causing me to melt at the part of my body only you seem to master. South of my belly button. North of my thighs. That's where you reside. That's where I never want you to leave when you're inside.                      F#%k                      Me. Excuse my French and kiss my explicit lips as they quiver. Thoughts like those seem too real as wants and needs become orgasmically synonymous in my head. I picture your body where this pillow lie instead. Vivid imagery of you tracing my frame with yours. The memories of what you'd do to my body in the past sparks present excitement. So slowly I go...there. Into your territory. Softly touching what belongs to you. Gradually finding what you found each and every time we made love. Passionately exploring the slippery place below see-level. Vividly imagining that you're here tonight, in me, going deeper and deep.. OH MY GOD. I inhale. Your name escapes my lips as an ****** escapes my.. lips. I exhale. Drifting into infantile sleep with the picture of you smirking imprinted on my brain. That face you'd make when you stared at me, evaluating the aftermath of your ****** destruction, followed by a nonchalant shift toward my ear, only to whisper.. Come Again.
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Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 4:16 AM UTC
Triple Ex Rated
This unusual lockdown Took us aside To draw closer to Him Praying with perseverance Evaluating our priorities Finding an uneasiness in our comfort zones Eve of lockdown Back to normal There is a real danger Returning to traditions Forgetting our resolutions Wanting to stay in our comfort zones After the lockdown Can't we see? The after effects of Covid-19 Working no more Crying for help Remaining to busy in our comfort zones? No more lockdown Are we ready? To move with the Lord? Seeking the lost Reaching the poor Needing to urgently leave our comfort zones Lockdown is history Have we forgotten? The situation demands our commitment Forsaking our indifference Requiring our time Abandoning the security of our comfort zones
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May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 9:43 AM UTC
Out of Lockdown! Finally!
It is underwraps, serious doubts you dont listen to my dreams, you dont ever know what I mean taking a second, even a minute evaluating this love that you swear we have, Perhaps this pushyness of your persistence is merely just a trap to kidnap me from my thoughts and control my train of thinking like a puppet and his master
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Apr 11, 2012
Apr 11, 2012 at 1:46 PM UTC
Confusion Under the Covers
The sun sits high now, and I am but a man. Though as time passes, the sun sinks and my silver moon surfaces, I become a hunter. As the bartender splashes cheap liquor into spotted glasses, I stalk quietly in the corner as a lesser man’s prey stumbles drunkenly, clumsily across the sticky floor. My eyes glide smoothly over the room, evaluating my most promising prospects. My eyes settle on one; she sits proudly and respectably, and I watch my plan unfold in my mind. I will be charming, and convincing; modest and self-depricating. She will resist, at first, as they always do, but the sincere look in my eyes will persuade her that I am not “every other guy.” She will fall head first into my pool of lies, and tonight she will be mine. And tomorrow, she will mean nothing.
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Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 7:11 PM UTC
The Predator
Glowing pools of cande light Arranged carefully around the studio. A steel cage stood, big and strong So unlike the man outside. An experiment For kicks, For love, For leather. Manicured nails, gelled hair and Sheathed in Armani. Standing, observing and evaluating The other and the scene. The city bustled, street lights shone And people walked by On the street below. Laughter penetrated the window. Hypnotized, the clock stopped ticking, The violins got louder and The laughter faded As though the window thickened. Picked up the sharp thongs Coiled by the gloves. Violins again and again Kept repeating the beginning Of the same song but I loved it every time. He stepped inside, shut the door And looked up. Wiry and thin. So unlike the steel cage, Big and strong. So uncertain and full of fear. The bustle forgotten, The city hummed quietly As long slender fingers Clenched the leather. Violins again and again Getting louder and louder Like the drum in our ears Beating ever faster. Smooth skin and sharp leather Met. Whimpers and gasps And titilation. An experiment For kicks. For art. For leather. Two bodies: Both wet and sweating. One standing, observing and evaluating The other and the scene. Laughter penetrated the window Again. The violins stopped, And he stepped out for bandages. It was an experiment. Just for kicks,   For lust, For leather. An experiment. For kicks, For pain, For pleasure.
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May 13, 2011
May 13, 2011 at 1:03 PM UTC
For kicks. For leather.
I was sad! I was crying on the floor that day! Rolling and sobbing! I absolutely had no idea about myself! I couldn't reach conclusions! I couldn't make decisions! I started over thinking about things I should not! I started criticizing myself! I started punishing myself! Punished myself! Punished my own self because I thought I deserve it! Punished my own self because I thought it would make me happy! Scratched, cursed, slapped,slammed and continued it! I punished myself until the day I asked questions to myself! Is this the solution? Does cursing myself would end me on a good boat? Would it help me to restore my feelings,my emotions,my beliefs,my perspective towards things,my respect for myself back? Do punishing my own self leads to anything else other than bruises and never going marks on my body , my mind,my soul and even my spirit? Is it right to mentally destroy my own self? I was sad until the day I realised that this phase is temporary! My sadness,this bad phase can be temporary if I believe it to be temporary! I decided to work on myself! My own self! To believe in myself once again because it is me who has to live for my own self and not any one else! Therefore,it's my opinion about myself that matters and not anyone else's! That day,after analysing and evaluating i got to know that it is me who is going to change my life,mould my decisions and differentiate between what is wrong and what is right for my own self! I decided to understand myself so that I can get myself completely ,my needs,my wants and love myself! It was difficult but it was worth it! And then I ended up on a conclusion that had help me go on in Life! Your life is in your hands! Your life is what you make it!
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Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 7:11 AM UTC
I am sad!
I was sad! I was crying on the floor that day! Rolling and sobbing! I absolutely had no idea about myself! I couldn't reach conclusions! I couldn't make decisions! I started over thinking about things I should not! I started criticizing myself! I started punishing myself! Punished myself! Punished my own self because I thought I deserve it! Punished my own self because I thought it would make me happy! Scratched, cursed, slapped,slammed and continued it! I punished myself until the day I asked questions to myself! Is this the solution? Does cursing myself would end me on a good boat? Would it help me to restore my feelings,my emotions,my beliefs,my perspective towards things,my respect for myself back? Do punishing my own self leads to anything else other than bruises and never going marks on my body , my mind,my soul and even my spirit? Is it right to mentally destroy my own self? I was sad until the day I realised that this phase is temporary! My sadness,this bad phase can be temporary if I believe it to be temporary! I decided to work on myself! My own self! To believe in myself once again because it is me who has to live for my own self and not any one else! Therefore,it's my opinion about myself that matters and not anyone else's! That day,after analysing and evaluating i got to know that it is me who is going to change my life,mould my decisions and differentiate between what is wrong and what is right for my own self! I decided to understand myself so that I can get myself completely ,my needs,my wants and love myself! It was difficult but it was worth it! And then I ended up on a conclusion that had help me go on in Life! Your life is in your hands! Your life is what you make it!
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Eyes scanned page, evaluating, thinking, judging. You read and you thought and then you talked all about it. The whole time not knowing that poem was all about you.
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Feb 12, 2012
Feb 12, 2012 at 3:34 AM UTC
Blind
i do have a life of my own. not everything i do revolves around you. lately i've minimised my contact and relations i have with you. and you're my best friend. something has changed in you and i don't seem to connect anymore. i think i realised this change of personality on New Years Day. when the question was asked; 'what is your ultimate goal for this year ahead of us?' 'to **** as many guys as i can possible' i mean that's cool and all. and like i suppose i support you in anything you do.. but its different. 'to be content with myself and figure out my future' that was my answer.. it seems like our answers could never actually come from best friends. or at least that's my opinion. but i think i've come to realise that i do not want you in my life if that is your biggest goal of this year. but you act like its all a joke because you've realised that you will never have the potential to do something worthwhile. too late now i suppose. and you spring up a plan on me for a week ahead to be out of town for almost a week. after evaluating it all, i found out i am unable to go due to prior commitments. you know..? like things you promise to do and won't change if other things come up. but you don't know that.. once i was upset so you sent me a text saying that we're having a confrontation that arvo only for you to blow it off and **** your boyfriend instead. i can genuinely say that i was depressed and was on the verge of suicide and just knowing the level of importance i had to you nearly sent me over the edge. i hope you're happy... with yourself. as when i told you that i couldn't attend, you attempt to convince yourself that the trip will now be "mega sucky". but in the same minute you send a message asking with exclamation points and all if it was still okay for you to go with the girl you replaced me with. you didn't just replace me on this trip.. you replaced me as your best friend. and i'm not coming back.. i guess that's "mega sucky" **** to **** *****
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Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 5:37 AM UTC
"mega sucky"
i do have a life of my own. not everything i do revolves around you. lately i've minimised my contact and relations i have with you. and you're my best friend. something has changed in you and i don't seem to connect anymore. i think i realised this change of personality on New Years Day. when the question was asked; 'what is your ultimate goal for this year ahead of us?' 'to **** as many guys as i can possible' i mean that's cool and all. and like i suppose i support you in anything you do.. but its different. 'to be content with myself and figure out my future' that was my answer.. it seems like our answers could never actually come from best friends. or at least that's my opinion. but i think i've come to realise that i do not want you in my life if that is your biggest goal of this year. but you act like its all a joke because you've realised that you will never have the potential to do something worthwhile. too late now i suppose. and you spring up a plan on me for a week ahead to be out of town for almost a week. after evaluating it all, i found out i am unable to go due to prior commitments. you know..? like things you promise to do and won't change if other things come up. but you don't know that.. once i was upset so you sent me a text saying that we're having a confrontation that arvo only for you to blow it off and **** your boyfriend instead. i can genuinely say that i was depressed and was on the verge of suicide and just knowing the level of importance i had to you nearly sent me over the edge. i hope you're happy... with yourself. as when i told you that i couldn't attend, you attempt to convince yourself that the trip will now be "mega sucky". but in the same minute you send a message asking with exclamation points and all if it was still okay for you to go with the girl you replaced me with. you didn't just replace me on this trip.. you replaced me as your best friend. and i'm not coming back.. i guess that's "mega sucky" **** to **** *****
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How tragic it is to be a thinker. To have such a remarkable ability To possess something that creates While, in that process, destroys. I associate with a group of thinkers With no clear place to direct our ideas So they bounce around in our heads Gaining force and speed Becoming more and more painful Until you can label our brains As a weapon of self-destruction. I associate with a group of thinkers Who have thought themselves Into pits of depression Because numbers and endless possibilities Never stop filtering through their head. How sad it is that I associate with people that I can't help I am friends with people Who have driven themselves into introversion People that have too many thoughts to collaborate on But have catapulted themselves into the depths of their own mind An entirely too frightening place to be On your own. How tragic it is to be listening to your friends Evaluating his state of mind While you sit in the back of the car And stare at the analog clock on the dashboard Thinking about different number combinations for 12:36 That 1x2x3=6 and 1+2+3=6 and 6-3=2+1 and 6/3=2+1 How tragic it is to associate with a group of thinkers With no clear place to direct their thoughts And to be a person who cannot pull their friends out From the murky waters of their own mind Let alone herself.
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May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
Weapon of Mass Destruction