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"evinces" poems

Without legitimate occupancy, Adverse possession is the legal right Of anyone who moves in and maintains A property, so here's the deal. We must Move in to 1600 Penn, The current tenant having broke the lease. The caravan from Guatemala first, Hondurans trudging slowly from the depth. Then the Yemen children not yet murdered, Those with preexisting conditions next, And women whose assaults were ridiculed, Those roughed up by cops and politicians. Losers in the war on drugs, the big house Having far exceeded capacity. The mentally ill, discarded by the Great communicator after he tore The Solar panels off the roof. This is Anger, not poetic license. When a Long train of abuses and usurpations Evinces a design to reduce them Under absolute Despotism, it Is their right, it is their duty to throw Off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security. Such Has been the patient sufferance of these And such is now the necessity which Constrains them to alter their systems of Government. And journalists under fire, If there's room still left in the briefing room, Let facts be submitted to a candid World.

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Oct 19, 2018

Oct 19, 2018 at 9:49 PM UTC

Squatting 1600 Penn

Without legitimate occupancy, Adverse possession is the legal right Of anyone who moves in and maintains A property, so here's the deal. We must Move in to 1600 Penn, The current tenant having broke the lease. The caravan from Guatemala first, Hondurans trudging slowly from the depth. Then the Yemen children not yet murdered, Those with preexisting conditions next, And women whose assaults were ridiculed, Those roughed up by cops and politicians. Losers in the war on drugs, the big house Having far exceeded capacity. The mentally ill, discarded by the Great communicator after he tore The Solar panels off the roof. This is Anger, not poetic license. When a Long train of abuses and usurpations Evinces a design to reduce them Under absolute Despotism, it Is their right, it is their duty to throw Off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security. Such Has been the patient sufferance of these And such is now the necessity which Constrains them to alter their systems of Government. And journalists under fire, If there's room still left in the briefing room, Let facts be submitted to a candid World.

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What foes or friends do we perceive when we connect by chance conceived? Would you care to explain how this is my fault? Pray tell tis Joseph come to his census. Come nigh so late to what truth evinces. Four heed own Lay won knot thin kit sis... Prays got a buff! Fine uh Lee… Coarse sit duhs pour ten dove baa doe mens. Naughty ville purse say! Oar eve in dud ark Om end... Shell Ira Bjorn ease? Orb headers till yore effete? Ike ant aft tub Abe eave oar yew yen owe... Wall oh win knit. Gore Ida head. Yuck use amoeba *** is hint umm eye fall tis zit? Yuck cues amoeba ditz nada tall mite urn toot ache tub lame. Bub I... Hope Joe Ill step pup two wit all Irie lay trill lee dew

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Aug 13, 2014

Aug 13, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC

lightbulb-martin

Aisle Of Lane Quit Jah

What foes or friends do we perceive when we connect by chance conceived? Would you care to explain how this is my fault? Pray tell tis Joseph come to his census. Come nigh so late to what truth evinces. Four heed own Lay won knot thin kit sis... Prays got a buff! Fine uh Lee… Coarse sit duhs pour ten dove baa doe mens. Naughty ville purse say! Oar eve in dud ark Om end... Shell Ira Bjorn ease? Orb headers till yore effete? Ike ant aft tub Abe eave oar yew yen owe... Wall oh win knit. Gore Ida head. Yuck use amoeba *** is hint umm eye fall tis zit? Yuck cues amoeba ditz nada tall mite urn toot ache tub lame. Bub I... Hope Joe Ill step pup two wit all Irie lay trill lee dew

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In particular evinces of comparable obliviousness To implications of extraneous misunderstandings That bring a melancholy of limited constrictions Makes one articulate anxiety in dazzling reform Of vibrant linguistic experimentation of lawless incongruity Resulting in rhetorical pyrotechnics that defy inflections And a wild farrago of tongues that boast a fecundity of speech

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Nov 4, 2012

Nov 4, 2012 at 5:49 PM UTC

edgar-whitman-wilde

Talk, Talk, Talk.

In particular evinces of comparable obliviousness To implications of extraneous misunderstandings That bring a melancholy of limited constrictions Makes one articulate anxiety in dazzling reform Of vibrant linguistic experimentation of lawless incongruity Resulting in rhetorical pyrotechnics that defy inflections And a wild farrago of tongues that boast a fecundity of speech

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*Neither is there any creature that is not manifest in his sight: but all things are naked and opened unto the eyes of him with whom we have to do.* Hebrews 4:13 When first I met you, girly-girl you gave my hormones quite a whirl believing I had found the pearl, Porneia… The shell was richer than your charm assuring me you meant no harm my stroke of luck: you clasped my arm, Porneia. You called me with that sultry voice and made me think I had no choice, Porneia. You glistened in a fantasy of pixillating pink HD your flesh tone’s ever-changing hue sure made me want to do it to that someone just beyond my view, Porneia. I emptied every magazine in search of angles yet unseen. The angels fell upon my screen, Porneia. More I tasted, more I needed – yet the bed remained unseeded waiting for your rose to bloom recurring passions to resume in contemplation of your womb, Porneia. Exposed: your jaded artifice, that bright celestial orifice, gynecologic precipice: Porneia. I took you for a worldly muse dead mistress of the thousand views; my carnal will could not refuse, Porneia. With your deceit I came to grips; you represent true love’s eclipse – the spurt of passion died in drips, Porneia. Alas, our book of love must end. The final chapter’s pages bend; the bookmarks, now deleted, send each one, a flower to your grave. My sinful soul you could not save, Porneia. Oh what has come between us princess? Now your rare allure evinces fearful alarm, the urge to flee – our love was never meant to be. Thus ends it all twixt me and thee, Porneia.

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Sep 9, 2015

Sep 9, 2015 at 7:12 PM UTC

Farewell Sweet Porneia

*Neither is there any creature that is not manifest in his sight: but all things are naked and opened unto the eyes of him with whom we have to do.* Hebrews 4:13 When first I met you, girly-girl you gave my hormones quite a whirl believing I had found the pearl, Porneia… The shell was richer than your charm assuring me you meant no harm my stroke of luck: you clasped my arm, Porneia. You called me with that sultry voice and made me think I had no choice, Porneia. You glistened in a fantasy of pixillating pink HD your flesh tone’s ever-changing hue sure made me want to do it to that someone just beyond my view, Porneia. I emptied every magazine in search of angles yet unseen. The angels fell upon my screen, Porneia. More I tasted, more I needed – yet the bed remained unseeded waiting for your rose to bloom recurring passions to resume in contemplation of your womb, Porneia. Exposed: your jaded artifice, that bright celestial orifice, gynecologic precipice: Porneia. I took you for a worldly muse dead mistress of the thousand views; my carnal will could not refuse, Porneia. With your deceit I came to grips; you represent true love’s eclipse – the spurt of passion died in drips, Porneia. Alas, our book of love must end. The final chapter’s pages bend; the bookmarks, now deleted, send each one, a flower to your grave. My sinful soul you could not save, Porneia. Oh what has come between us princess? Now your rare allure evinces fearful alarm, the urge to flee – our love was never meant to be. Thus ends it all twixt me and thee, Porneia.

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When in the Course of events, it becomes necessary for a people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's Powers entitle them; [a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation, _or not_]: We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all animals are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness; That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed; _That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it and to institute a new Government_, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, _it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government_, and to provide new Guards for their future security. Such has been the patient sufferance of the American citizen; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their System of Government: The history of the present government of the united States is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny. To prove this, let the Facts be submitted to a candid world:

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Jul 10, 2018

Jul 10, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC

Declaration of Revolution

When in the Course of events, it becomes necessary for a people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's Powers entitle them; [a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation, _or not_]: We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all animals are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness; That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed; _That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it and to institute a new Government_, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, _it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government_, and to provide new Guards for their future security. Such has been the patient sufferance of the American citizen; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their System of Government: The history of the present government of the united States is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny. To prove this, let the Facts be submitted to a candid world:

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The most tragic losses aren't the ones that come with fanfare, with reason and justification to grieve, to seek retribution, to go mad and reject the truth. No, the most tragic losses are the ordinary ones. Painfully ordinary, they are. No death, or suffering, or clear cut blame to lay. Just the rending of a heart, in silence, in stillness, in slow motion. The most tragic losses don't burst upon you, no, they step, carefully, meekly, into the room, and steal all the oxygen and light from it utterly, and excruciatingly slowly. They eat away at their subjects. They **** but leave no trail, no evidence to pile up and charge against...anyone. One day, they have simply taken over, become everything, choked all else of its life and beauty. One day they are just all that is there anymore. Ever catch a glimpse of an old man's eyes, and see something hollow there? That is the most tragic loss. It sits and stares into him, and he sees not your looking, nor anything else. He sees nothing beyond what has settled before him, that bores into his soul, that clutches cold clawed fingers around his heart Not suddenly, not shockingly, but tighter by an infinitesimal amount each day over rolling years like waves. It doesn't have a face, Doesn't have a name list or a deposition of grievances. It is beyond definition. We only see its reflection, there, in his eyes, as it holds him. It exists so completely that it doesn't, except in its image mirrored in a human heart. That is loss, of the worst kind. The kind that is forgotten, unmentioned, unimportant. The kind that consumes lives and evinces hollowness. It gives no permission to be destroyed, no right to fall apart, And yet we crumble before it, day by day, into our morning cereal. And bite by bite, Our ashes taste like living.

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Dec 29, 2012

Dec 29, 2012 at 7:23 PM UTC

The most tragic losses aren't the ones that come with fanfare, with reason and justification to grieve, to seek retribution, to go mad and reject the truth. No, the most tragic losses are the ordinary ones. Painfully ordinary, they are. No death, or suffering, or clear cut blame to lay. Just the rending of a heart, in silence, in stillness, in slow motion. The most tragic losses don't burst upon you, no, they step, carefully, meekly, into the room, and steal all the oxygen and light from it utterly, and excruciatingly slowly. They eat away at their subjects. They **** but leave no trail, no evidence to pile up and charge against...anyone. One day, they have simply taken over, become everything, choked all else of its life and beauty. One day they are just all that is there anymore. Ever catch a glimpse of an old man's eyes, and see something hollow there? That is the most tragic loss. It sits and stares into him, and he sees not your looking, nor anything else. He sees nothing beyond what has settled before him, that bores into his soul, that clutches cold clawed fingers around his heart Not suddenly, not shockingly, but tighter by an infinitesimal amount each day over rolling years like waves. It doesn't have a face, Doesn't have a name list or a deposition of grievances. It is beyond definition. We only see its reflection, there, in his eyes, as it holds him. It exists so completely that it doesn't, except in its image mirrored in a human heart. That is loss, of the worst kind. The kind that is forgotten, unmentioned, unimportant. The kind that consumes lives and evinces hollowness. It gives no permission to be destroyed, no right to fall apart, And yet we crumble before it, day by day, into our morning cereal. And bite by bite, Our ashes taste like living.

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early this year gentle as calm ocean waters lapping along a weir thumb and fore finger of right hand would peal back, (via diagonally flippant motion asper calendar representing progression of time) gets flipped over to veer in one direction (linear) revealing the next month at lightspeed vis a vis tempus fugit galloping tear thy head immediately lost hirsute thickness, i starkly share male or female pattern baldness extant along Harris genealogical trunk line rare yet divulging distress about limp decreasing strands sends shivers along spine, gloomy feeling linkedin with old fashioned meaning of queer and perchance tis foolhardy reeding this Samson night issue must ap pear tis unstoppable inching closer toward as mortality gets near youthful robustness fades replaced by senescence mere really ambling along tragicomic stream, one evinces gargoyles mockingly leer loosing sleep and kept raggedly awake in conjunction dreams fraught with frightful haunting monsters jeer ring sound reverberating hair splitting decibel jamming primary cranial gear aye tell mice elf nothing to fear... yet maximizing this plight with poem 'ere Yukon also temporarily part blond, brown, gold, et cetera locks mud dear.

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Feb 28, 2018

Feb 28, 2018 at 11:48 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

thinning hair - slight tweak from this twit

early this year gentle as calm ocean waters lapping along a weir thumb and fore finger of right hand would peal back, (via diagonally flippant motion asper calendar representing progression of time) gets flipped over to veer in one direction (linear) revealing the next month at lightspeed vis a vis tempus fugit galloping tear thy head immediately lost hirsute thickness, i starkly share male or female pattern baldness extant along Harris genealogical trunk line rare yet divulging distress about limp decreasing strands sends shivers along spine, gloomy feeling linkedin with old fashioned meaning of queer and perchance tis foolhardy reeding this Samson night issue must ap pear tis unstoppable inching closer toward as mortality gets near youthful robustness fades replaced by senescence mere really ambling along tragicomic stream, one evinces gargoyles mockingly leer loosing sleep and kept raggedly awake in conjunction dreams fraught with frightful haunting monsters jeer ring sound reverberating hair splitting decibel jamming primary cranial gear aye tell mice elf nothing to fear... yet maximizing this plight with poem 'ere Yukon also temporarily part blond, brown, gold, et cetera locks mud dear.

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Darkness Darkness does not come on its own It crusades against light delivering the unknown The beast of remembrance compels bleak thoughts Rearing my demons as questions onslaught ‘ Whys’ and ‘what ifs’ plague my mind The Answering whispers billow, harsh and unkind Muted tears evinces cloaked torment and misery While my love sleeps peacefully unaware beside me

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Apr 7, 2017

Apr 7, 2017 at 2:39 PM UTC

Darkness Darkness does not come on its own It crusades against light delivering the unknown The beast of remembrance compels bleak thoughts Rearing my demons as questions onslaught ‘ Whys’ and ‘what ifs’ plague my mind The Answering whispers billow, harsh and unkind Muted tears evinces cloaked torment and misery While my love sleeps peacefully unaware beside me

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When juiced a spore sized embryo, early in utero; fetus evinces atavistic miniaturization, where nascent differentiation wrought physical resemblance to - seek reachers, sans Tarzan and Jane forebears, or exemplification of religious embodiments writ upon taut lee helical real to reel strung nano deoxyribonucleic acid, where dome min ant ander recessive traits pop sic cull, and/or mom genes sought took comb hing gull, where foxy fiery hander chrome hat tick microscopic threads ineluctably hired bot to weave warp and woof for naught heard interpretive soundcloud issue onomatopoetic beat, whether as: the Marseillaise, muezzin, or reveille blown in the wind by alimentary mechanic, *** killed in all manner of ought tow mobile craftsmanship, which possibly inflated and made pregnant, when one seem n thrashes within timed zona pellucida drawbridge, hooping an ova to snag, though odds stacked against the most basic cell fish competition fought in the **** z of evolutionary biology informing **** sapiens one errant or defiant game gamete perhaps hinting a gamine tubby wonderfully woven with wisps viz The Idler Wheel Is Wiser than the Driver of the ***** and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More than Ropes Will Ever Do a ha at last that renegade oocyte nabbed, analogously the Michael Phelps re: among the flagellated madding crowdsource qua squirming sperm-faction caught thence the commencement when trappings for a newborn bought years later reviewing prenatal sonograms with grown son or daughter pointing out how ***** editorialized, epitomized, and exemplified in miniature (no bigger than any letter of the alphabet), and closely resembled many creatures extant throughout the briny deep such as an amphibian, reptile or Argonaut.

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May 27, 2017

May 27, 2017 at 8:24 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Noah cur teen call caul when Oscar goes wild with ingenue adulteration

When juiced a spore sized embryo, early in utero; fetus evinces atavistic miniaturization, where nascent differentiation wrought physical resemblance to - seek reachers, sans Tarzan and Jane forebears, or exemplification of religious embodiments writ upon taut lee helical real to reel strung nano deoxyribonucleic acid, where dome min ant ander recessive traits pop sic cull, and/or mom genes sought took comb hing gull, where foxy fiery hander chrome hat tick microscopic threads ineluctably hired bot to weave warp and woof for naught heard interpretive soundcloud issue onomatopoetic beat, whether as: the Marseillaise, muezzin, or reveille blown in the wind by alimentary mechanic, *** killed in all manner of ought tow mobile craftsmanship, which possibly inflated and made pregnant, when one seem n thrashes within timed zona pellucida drawbridge, hooping an ova to snag, though odds stacked against the most basic cell fish competition fought in the **** z of evolutionary biology informing **** sapiens one errant or defiant game gamete perhaps hinting a gamine tubby wonderfully woven with wisps viz The Idler Wheel Is Wiser than the Driver of the ***** and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More than Ropes Will Ever Do a ha at last that renegade oocyte nabbed, analogously the Michael Phelps re: among the flagellated madding crowdsource qua squirming sperm-faction caught thence the commencement when trappings for a newborn bought years later reviewing prenatal sonograms with grown son or daughter pointing out how ***** editorialized, epitomized, and exemplified in miniature (no bigger than any letter of the alphabet), and closely resembled many creatures extant throughout the briny deep such as an amphibian, reptile or Argonaut.

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early this year gentle as calm ocean waters gently lapping along a weir thumb and fore finger of right hand would peal back, (via diagonally flippant motion asper calendar representing progression of time) gets flipped over to veer in one direction (linear) revealing the next month at lightspeed vis a vis tempus fugit galloping tear thy head immediately lost hirsute thickness, i starkly share male or female pattern baldness extant along Harris genealogical trunk line rare yet divulging distress about limp decreasing strands sends shivers along spine, gloomy feeling linkedin with old fashioned meaning of queer and perchance tis foolhardy as reeding this Samson night issue must ap pear tis unstoppable inching closer toward as mortality gets near youthful robustness fades replaced by senescence mere really ambling along tragicomic stream, one evinces gargoyles mockingly leer loosing sleep and kept raggedly awake in conjunction dreams fraught with frightful haunting monsters jeer ring sound reverberating hair splitting decibel jamming cranial gear aye tell mice elf nothing to fear... yet maximizing this plight with poem 'ere Yukon also temporarily part blond, brown, gold, et cetera locks mud dear.

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Feb 28, 2018

Feb 28, 2018 at 11:36 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

early this year gentle as calm ocean waters gently lapping along a weir thumb and fore finger of right hand would peal back, (via diagonally flippant motion asper calendar representing progression of time) gets flipped over to veer in one direction (linear) revealing the next month at lightspeed vis a vis tempus fugit galloping tear thy head immediately lost hirsute thickness, i starkly share male or female pattern baldness extant along Harris genealogical trunk line rare yet divulging distress about limp decreasing strands sends shivers along spine, gloomy feeling linkedin with old fashioned meaning of queer and perchance tis foolhardy as reeding this Samson night issue must ap pear tis unstoppable inching closer toward as mortality gets near youthful robustness fades replaced by senescence mere really ambling along tragicomic stream, one evinces gargoyles mockingly leer loosing sleep and kept raggedly awake in conjunction dreams fraught with frightful haunting monsters jeer ring sound reverberating hair splitting decibel jamming cranial gear aye tell mice elf nothing to fear... yet maximizing this plight with poem 'ere Yukon also temporarily part blond, brown, gold, et cetera locks mud dear.

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trump - hide and run for headline cover before armageddon arc de triomphe interesting facts if zee al chemist trump doth win go hide in the bunker to save your *** brace yourself as this don holed confabulates that gold iz brass and conjures prestidigitation like spinning false hoods in2 truth - crass - - - - - - - - - - - - - a synonym force head fabricator - will threaten democracy, thus be afraid as this pompous voice quotes from hiz playbook, which = a charade the hard core truths, he (who i liken to the plague) doth evade - - - - - - - - - - - - - and dreams up fault of Barack Obama for extinction of dinosaurs, crucifixion of Jesus Christ down fall of the Roman Empire, or far tethered Fred Flintsone ca fetching an escapade - - - - - - - - - - - - - yea...this rip pub lick'n presidential contender evinces a psyche frayed building and monopolizing castles in the sky - nonexistent as a grade - - - - - - - - - - - - - school fib - or donning role as play ground bully teaming with ivan the terrible to dominate the greensward in the above fiction, but...man that loose canon dressing his - - - - - - - - - - - - - "make america great again" gag line - whar i ran and mid eastern countries will rise as one cheering him as star of global hit parade despite any raging oppositional pandaemonium birth er ring a conflagration - - - - - - - - - - - - - kenya believe the world acquiesces to thine projected masquerade blocking im grate shunning crowds - which number of people rival in size taller (if stack one atop thee other) - - - - - - - - - - - - - than the trump tower casino or high rise with his signature - hm...mebbe funds provided by drug lords, the swedish house mafia or terrorist ties??? - - - - - - - - - - - - - whom security details silence by tossing a hand grenade sham on you Potemkin village people for quaffing draughts from elixir purportedly to transform visage with trademark swept back, wavy and coiffed hirsute.

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Jan 9, 2018

Jan 9, 2018 at 12:40 AM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

trumpet call 2 run & hide b4 armageddon

trump - hide and run for headline cover before armageddon arc de triomphe interesting facts if zee al chemist trump doth win go hide in the bunker to save your *** brace yourself as this don holed confabulates that gold iz brass and conjures prestidigitation like spinning false hoods in2 truth - crass - - - - - - - - - - - - - a synonym force head fabricator - will threaten democracy, thus be afraid as this pompous voice quotes from hiz playbook, which = a charade the hard core truths, he (who i liken to the plague) doth evade - - - - - - - - - - - - - and dreams up fault of Barack Obama for extinction of dinosaurs, crucifixion of Jesus Christ down fall of the Roman Empire, or far tethered Fred Flintsone ca fetching an escapade - - - - - - - - - - - - - yea...this rip pub lick'n presidential contender evinces a psyche frayed building and monopolizing castles in the sky - nonexistent as a grade - - - - - - - - - - - - - school fib - or donning role as play ground bully teaming with ivan the terrible to dominate the greensward in the above fiction, but...man that loose canon dressing his - - - - - - - - - - - - - "make america great again" gag line - whar i ran and mid eastern countries will rise as one cheering him as star of global hit parade despite any raging oppositional pandaemonium birth er ring a conflagration - - - - - - - - - - - - - kenya believe the world acquiesces to thine projected masquerade blocking im grate shunning crowds - which number of people rival in size taller (if stack one atop thee other) - - - - - - - - - - - - - than the trump tower casino or high rise with his signature - hm...mebbe funds provided by drug lords, the swedish house mafia or terrorist ties??? - - - - - - - - - - - - - whom security details silence by tossing a hand grenade sham on you Potemkin village people for quaffing draughts from elixir purportedly to transform visage with trademark swept back, wavy and coiffed hirsute.

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The wisdom of Love, Unlike any other, Renders you gentle As a dove, smoother Than a royal mantle, It holds you high, No sooner flings afar - Loved one is nigh Yet distant, a star: And earthly reality Almost convinces In effect, of the severity The state evinces ... Must-make-do futility With sorbet, coffee Or tea.

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Apr 15, 2021

Apr 15, 2021 at 1:00 PM UTC

nikhil-khandekar

The wisdom of Love, Unlike any other, Renders you gentle As a dove, smoother Than a royal mantle, It holds you high, No sooner flings afar - Loved one is nigh Yet distant, a star: And earthly reality Almost convinces In effect, of the severity The state evinces ... Must-make-do futility With sorbet, coffee Or tea.

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My mind is a twilight trawler Looking down on each step One eye always forward Heavy, loud steps Each with its own timbre and reason Every turn is a surprise When you're alive But I find myself In a certain corner Of a certain city or forest And it's time to learn the streets, Or the trees And find more than water. My mind is a twilight trawler. I look hard at your daughter. I look hard at other people's daughters. I look down on each step, With stronger feet and sharper head But paint me black and call me dead, I look back at your daughter. Unjust Observing In-between Undecided... ***** I am the product of many forces My drive is not to find their sources But carry on the human lust-- The gift of light evinces dust.

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Mar 18, 2019

Mar 18, 2019 at 11:17 PM UTC

Twilight Trawler

My mind is a twilight trawler Looking down on each step One eye always forward Heavy, loud steps Each with its own timbre and reason Every turn is a surprise When you're alive But I find myself In a certain corner Of a certain city or forest And it's time to learn the streets, Or the trees And find more than water. My mind is a twilight trawler. I look hard at your daughter. I look hard at other people's daughters. I look down on each step, With stronger feet and sharper head But paint me black and call me dead, I look back at your daughter. Unjust Observing In-between Undecided... ***** I am the product of many forces My drive is not to find their sources But carry on the human lust-- The gift of light evinces dust.

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In the search of a true face across the world I see many faces… Some unfold what they are and some persist under the veil of futile glare… While one being a saint emits divine fragrance and evinces the ultimate path, another behind saffron keeps usurping the modesty of the earth… While a doctor justifying his duty works a lot and returns someone’s breath, another with sham assurance and selfish gain revels in welcoming the naked dance of death… Where one reveres women as fortune and one pushes her in to the jaws of inferno.. Where a net of conspiracy lies behind a crooked smile.. Where illusive tears play with emotions determined to drown others in woe.. Beauty there is deified And yet carnal desires rule supreme.. Hiding under honeyed speech man proclaims deceptiveness is alien to him… Giving a blank look he projects himself as innocent but there remains in him a hidden criminal mastermind… Who promises himself as the Truth’s son is in reality a matchless fraud… Swearing to be a true friend behind you he walks with your enemy hand in hand… Unpredictable and strange are everyone.. But the time’s rain washes away all pseudo makeup, drags out the disguised of his castle… But all of a sudden my search seizes the real point I find Nature and child’s heart, with truth, are not poles apart.. Ceaselessly display only beauty and simplicity.. That’s why on earth the living incarnation of divinity, both are..

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Mar 14, 2018

Mar 14, 2018 at 7:16 AM UTC

THE EMPIRE WITHOUT VEIL

In the search of a true face across the world I see many faces… Some unfold what they are and some persist under the veil of futile glare… While one being a saint emits divine fragrance and evinces the ultimate path, another behind saffron keeps usurping the modesty of the earth… While a doctor justifying his duty works a lot and returns someone’s breath, another with sham assurance and selfish gain revels in welcoming the naked dance of death… Where one reveres women as fortune and one pushes her in to the jaws of inferno.. Where a net of conspiracy lies behind a crooked smile.. Where illusive tears play with emotions determined to drown others in woe.. Beauty there is deified And yet carnal desires rule supreme.. Hiding under honeyed speech man proclaims deceptiveness is alien to him… Giving a blank look he projects himself as innocent but there remains in him a hidden criminal mastermind… Who promises himself as the Truth’s son is in reality a matchless fraud… Swearing to be a true friend behind you he walks with your enemy hand in hand… Unpredictable and strange are everyone.. But the time’s rain washes away all pseudo makeup, drags out the disguised of his castle… But all of a sudden my search seizes the real point I find Nature and child’s heart, with truth, are not poles apart.. Ceaselessly display only beauty and simplicity.. That’s why on earth the living incarnation of divinity, both are..

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Jan 21, 2018

Jan 21, 2018 at 5:58 PM UTC

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Light Lettered Laughter

The essence of wit is brevity which interestingly evinces chivalry delivered verdict to hex **** size (once and for all) president dons mantle of deviltry and trumps constitutional credo defining American elementary particular edicts denoting, enshrining, framing, grand honorable inalienable rights when foolhardy lobbyists prevail evicting execrable“enemy” i.e. forward thinking (progressively liberal) which subsequently might help timid citizens to invoke probate, procure, produce cojones in opposition against rabidly power hungry, misogynistic courting among the body politik fostering future feverish fortuity, toward risking life and limb sans Uncle Sam selfless gratuity (especially as Benjamin Button syndrome – reverses aging process acquired thru heredity gets in full swing) stamping mindset nonestablishmentarian identity with my Kosher blessing despite any infamy permission to go ahead with jocularity from a superstar coach named Kennedy thereby garnering homespun liberty where icon bank on direct laudable, linkedin longevity with unrolled Scottish grandeur (Pomp and Circumstance broadcast) synchronized with precise unrolled welcome mat yule receive granted “FAKE” feted soiree as curtain call doth close toward final decade of mortality yet dismiss bing hash-tagged a scofflaw at any opportunity especially if legislated mandate earmarked as priority in tandem with the key quality apothegm stipulates decrease sing sanity as the hands of father time spin (Doktor Dude Little) backward away from present day turbidity increasing revanchism uber victory.

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