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Before there was anything that mattered everything that would ever be existed , it was the essence of totality , it was without dimensional constriction or necessitated form .  Optimistically speaking time had no relative realism to it’s progression because realistically nothing had happened yet .  As it continued it became according to it’s innate inflections as a functionally integrable form .  The questionably understandable nature of it’s conjunction was an omnipotent directive beyond necessitated action or morphological construction .  The enigmatic consciousness of it’s relatively interrelated conception was spontaneous and yet it continued without elemental omniscience.   As the relative complexity of it’s interrelations evolved dimensional consistence was born.  Humanly understandable laws of physical integration governed many facets of it’s conjunction yet the totality of it’s ramification was beyond humanly realistic conjecture .   The organic morphology of biological ontogeny was a conceptually reflective derivative of functional physical mechanics yet it’s diversity exceeded it’s physical complexity , understanding evolved .  Relatively extraneous interpolations of adhesively practical extremity succeeded in a hierarchy of functionally integrable forms . Retrospectively speaking pragmatic practicality is a humanly rational possibility .  Rational logic can conceive of individually totalitarian structural forms , yet the implosive nature of their rational cohesiveness becomes a practical partiality due to the diversity of their definitive impetus . Perhaps the essence of our being is the logical counterpart for the matrix of our subjectively conclusive social fragmentation , or perhaps we are evolutionally incapable of cumulatively rational correlation.  Problematic diversity could be perfectible on an individually infinite level or contrarily perhaps ubiquitous causality is the ultimate survivor.   In any case it is beyond our subjugatively rational cohesive coercion to intercede en masse on our own behalf as an integrated unit. Our conceptual abilities have been thwarted by the unmitigatably individual nature of our extraneous conclusiveness .
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Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 5:15 PM UTC
Glyph
Before there was anything that mattered everything that would ever be existed , it was the essence of totality , it was without dimensional constriction or necessitated form .  Optimistically speaking time had no relative realism to it’s progression because realistically nothing had happened yet .  As it continued it became according to it’s innate inflections as a functionally integrable form .  The questionably understandable nature of it’s conjunction was an omnipotent directive beyond necessitated action or morphological construction .  The enigmatic consciousness of it’s relatively interrelated conception was spontaneous and yet it continued without elemental omniscience.   As the relative complexity of it’s interrelations evolved dimensional consistence was born.  Humanly understandable laws of physical integration governed many facets of it’s conjunction yet the totality of it’s ramification was beyond humanly realistic conjecture .   The organic morphology of biological ontogeny was a conceptually reflective derivative of functional physical mechanics yet it’s diversity exceeded it’s physical complexity , understanding evolved .  Relatively extraneous interpolations of adhesively practical extremity succeeded in a hierarchy of functionally integrable forms . Retrospectively speaking pragmatic practicality is a humanly rational possibility .  Rational logic can conceive of individually totalitarian structural forms , yet the implosive nature of their rational cohesiveness becomes a practical partiality due to the diversity of their definitive impetus . Perhaps the essence of our being is the logical counterpart for the matrix of our subjectively conclusive social fragmentation , or perhaps we are evolutionally incapable of cumulatively rational correlation.  Problematic diversity could be perfectible on an individually infinite level or contrarily perhaps ubiquitous causality is the ultimate survivor.   In any case it is beyond our subjugatively rational cohesive coercion to intercede en masse on our own behalf as an integrated unit. Our conceptual abilities have been thwarted by the unmitigatably individual nature of our extraneous conclusiveness .
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Beauty Radiates from your diamond like Oval eyes as they look upon the World, giving it's many facets New meaning with each glance. Everyone that knows Your eyes can feel the Elation of being at peace with Death now that they have looked into the gates of heaven. Gazing into them causes deep Introspection because seeing your own Reflection through such a perfect orb Leaves you wondering what you could have been.
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Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
Eyes
My Dad was a unique person too little understood. I do not sing his praises as often as I should. This day I will remember my Daddy as he was holding me when I was little tickling me, just because. He would tell me not to worry or have no fears, or tears. He's in a place of warmth and comfort where there are no days, or years I won't think of him as gone away his journey's just begun. For life holds so many facets this earth is only one. I'll remember not his fight for breath nor remember not the strife I'll not dwell upon his death but celebrate his life. Today I celebrate his birthday. He would be eighty~four. Though a woman now of many years, I'm still my Daddy's little girl.
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May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 9:08 PM UTC
Daddy's Little Girl
What is it with this fatal attraction For my soul that’s what it is I have tried hard to ignore it And not always give in Erase you from my heart and mind To be free from you at last But every time you’re near I simply have no chance What is it about you Keeps me wanting more Your eyes mesmerize me And pull me into your world Your body makes my pulse race I undress you with my eyes I wish it were just physical I’d have walked away by now I love the way your mind works Even if I don’t always understand You make me think about things That I never have before The way you make me smile And the way you make me laugh Is just another of your facets That keeps me coming back I love the way you accept me Like it’s ok to be myself I let my guard down around you And I take off my many masks You seem to understand me Even with all my many quirks You even seem to tolerate me When I’m acting like a ***** There’s so much more about you That I just can’t find the words To tell all the reasons That you're driving me berserk That’s why I keep staring at you With such passion in my eyes You're my fatal attraction And that I can’t deny.
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Apr 19, 2010
Apr 19, 2010 at 3:56 PM UTC
Fatal Attraction
CLASSIFIED! Those discreet facets of our organization have not yet been sanctioned for public effulgence.
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Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
How many Illuminati does it take to change a lightbulb?
A fueling, flashing fulgent, furnace, fulgurous, frothy, fumes and feathery flakes, I do not speak of waves of snow, hoary frost, or ice, a cold gelare or even frozen lakes! Formidable, furrows, fructifying, functioning fruition to foremost fondly found a flaming, I revel not in such destruction but choices for my naming! For flowers flow fields forever, forswearing funneling fjords finitely, fire fray’s forests furthermost, Instructing in the arts of language, for I am your gracious host! Fakir formulates factious forms fading flummoxed into fury, a fugacious fusible and furtive fleeting feigning furiosity, A deep ditch dug, tight as pug, wrapped blanket snub though not a flub, all perspicacity! Finds frosty frore a frozen freezing faction for fusty flaming feasance, Fomorian fantasy of formidable faggoting, facient up to fancying, fancying, furnaced flesh fluidity finds itself factitivity, facets for fabulists from the faint familiarity, Relating cold to heat as such, requires but a human touch, apologize I do you see for all my clueless severity! Fans of all the falconry, who fallow fields of family, falter for a fallacy, falling into infamy as forgone flame frontogenesis, fatigues a Faustian felony, for which fate finds is fastigiated foolery, febrile features featly and yet furiously, favonian fear of fellowship fiendishly, figures foal to fatherly, finally fiddle flinchingly, although not so too furtively; I finagle in my filigree!
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Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 1:13 PM UTC
Wauhermes in Toto
People take the world as they see it themselves some see black some see white many see grey as for me? I see it for what it is....technicolored.                                                                                                   Life is far to wonderful and bright too see it as simple black                                        it is too deep and mysterious to be only white it is too exciting and amazing to be described as grey There's a reason that there is color present everywhere. If the world were colorless, so life would be.                                                                                                    But the autumn leaves are crimson and gold and apricot The halls in which we walk are of light saphron and amber                                                        The city streets in which we trod are spurted with shades of periwinkle and magenta The meadows through which we stroll have flowers of violet and buds of rose                                                         The trees with which we have our yuletide celebration are the solemn green   Life is as we see it dont be strapped down to bland colors like                                          grey                     white                              black Life is color Furious Scarlet                             Dejected Sapphire                                                                  Joyful Fuscia                                                                                               Envious Sage                                                                                                                                     Playful Yellow Even as you look in the mirror, colors are shown to you. I see eyes of chocolate                                     cheeks of mauve                                                                          teeth of pearl                                                                                                             lips of ruby                                                                                                                                            skin of gold Even my soul is multicolored in all its numerous facets                                                        Dont let yourself be barred into the cell of neutrality                                                                                                    See life for the rainbow that it truly is.
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Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 3:27 AM UTC
Rose Colored Glasses
People take the world as they see it themselves some see black some see white many see grey as for me? I see it for what it is....technicolored.                                                                                                   Life is far to wonderful and bright too see it as simple black                                        it is too deep and mysterious to be only white it is too exciting and amazing to be described as grey There's a reason that there is color present everywhere. If the world were colorless, so life would be.                                                                                                    But the autumn leaves are crimson and gold and apricot The halls in which we walk are of light saphron and amber                                                        The city streets in which we trod are spurted with shades of periwinkle and magenta The meadows through which we stroll have flowers of violet and buds of rose                                                         The trees with which we have our yuletide celebration are the solemn green   Life is as we see it dont be strapped down to bland colors like                                          grey                     white                              black Life is color Furious Scarlet                             Dejected Sapphire                                                                  Joyful Fuscia                                                                                               Envious Sage                                                                                                                                     Playful Yellow Even as you look in the mirror, colors are shown to you. I see eyes of chocolate                                     cheeks of mauve                                                                          teeth of pearl                                                                                                             lips of ruby                                                                                                                                            skin of gold Even my soul is multicolored in all its numerous facets                                                        Dont let yourself be barred into the cell of neutrality                                                                                                    See life for the rainbow that it truly is.
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Desolated in the biting winter Bitter frost masking gnarling wood In the morning when the sun kisses our heads Gone are the icicles with a thousand facets Fragile emotions only whisper Sorrows and regrets to keep you company In your consummate solitude   All of which juxtapose your worth b.
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Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 8:07 AM UTC
Solitary
Before there was anything that mattered everything that would ever be existed , it was the essence of totality , it was without dimensional constriction or necessitated form .  Optimistically speaking time had no relative realism to it’s progression because realistically nothing had happened yet .  As it continued it became according to it’s innate inflections as a functionally integrable form .  The questionably understandable nature of it’s conjunction was an omnipotent directive beyond necessitated action or morphological construction .  The enigmatic consciousness of it’s relatively interrelated conception was spontaneous and yet it continued without elemental omniscience . As the relative complexity of it’s interrelations evolved dimensional consistence was born.  Humanly understandable laws of physical integration governed many facets of it’s conjunction yet the totality of it’s ramification was beyond humanly realistic conjecture .   The organic morphology of biological ontogeny was a conceptually reflective derivative of functional physical mechanics yet it’s diversity exceeded it’s physical complexity , understanding evolved .  Relatively extraneous interpolations of adhesively practical extremity succeeded in a hierarchy of functionally integrable forms . Retrospectively speaking pragmatic practicality is a humanly rational possibility .  Rational logic can conceive of individually totalitarian structural forms , yet the implosive nature of their rational cohesiveness becomes a practical partiality due to the diversity of their definitive impetus . Perhaps the essence of our being is the logical counterpart for the matrix of our subjectively conclusive social fragmentation , or perhaps we are evolutionally incapable of cumulatively rational correlation .  Problematic diversity could be perfectible on an individually infinite level or contrarily perhaps ubiquitous causality is the ultimate survivor .   In any case it is beyond our subjugatively rational cohesive coercion to intercede en masse on our own behalf as an integrated unit. Our conceptual abilities have been thwarted by the unmitigatably individual nature of our extraneous conclusiveness .
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Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 4:14 PM UTC
Glyph
Before there was anything that mattered everything that would ever be existed , it was the essence of totality , it was without dimensional constriction or necessitated form .  Optimistically speaking time had no relative realism to it’s progression because realistically nothing had happened yet .  As it continued it became according to it’s innate inflections as a functionally integrable form .  The questionably understandable nature of it’s conjunction was an omnipotent directive beyond necessitated action or morphological construction .  The enigmatic consciousness of it’s relatively interrelated conception was spontaneous and yet it continued without elemental omniscience . As the relative complexity of it’s interrelations evolved dimensional consistence was born.  Humanly understandable laws of physical integration governed many facets of it’s conjunction yet the totality of it’s ramification was beyond humanly realistic conjecture .   The organic morphology of biological ontogeny was a conceptually reflective derivative of functional physical mechanics yet it’s diversity exceeded it’s physical complexity , understanding evolved .  Relatively extraneous interpolations of adhesively practical extremity succeeded in a hierarchy of functionally integrable forms . Retrospectively speaking pragmatic practicality is a humanly rational possibility .  Rational logic can conceive of individually totalitarian structural forms , yet the implosive nature of their rational cohesiveness becomes a practical partiality due to the diversity of their definitive impetus . Perhaps the essence of our being is the logical counterpart for the matrix of our subjectively conclusive social fragmentation , or perhaps we are evolutionally incapable of cumulatively rational correlation .  Problematic diversity could be perfectible on an individually infinite level or contrarily perhaps ubiquitous causality is the ultimate survivor .   In any case it is beyond our subjugatively rational cohesive coercion to intercede en masse on our own behalf as an integrated unit. Our conceptual abilities have been thwarted by the unmitigatably individual nature of our extraneous conclusiveness .
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i was born all naturally formed in a lax factory im actually a hack with ******* in my nose, practically, every day,  haphazardly stumbling home, half asleep i cant tell whats happening vision begins blackening im whack like kriss kross crack like rick ross major brown boy to houston be like, "yes, we have liftoff" dont like me when i'm ****** off cause ***** i'm bruce banner or maybe i'm bruce wayne either way, i got mad manners tearing down walls like berlin preaching like its a sermon potential begins to burgeon i'll cut you up like a surgeon killing in place of coercion so you better lower the curtain my head and my body are hurtin so tell me how quick does the world spin? i'm taddling on ya, you can call me a toddler but the snitchin n' **** is somethin im never fond of and i never grow up, cause i'm the neverland smuggler peter pan turns into one of my best customers i never grew into my head, im not cocky never had the eye of the tiger, im not rocky growing up i never got in fights or caused a lotta **** but presently im screaming **** the world", i've got a bone to pick i've gotta problem and i think its the probable cause you hold me captive, keep me trapped in your facets of laws looks of repulsion are what cause me to brandish my claws constant compulsions reminiscent of prodigal flaws i've gotta problem and i think its the probable cause see im a goblin shark i'll sink in my nautical jaws im not a joker im a jester with lesser facades wrought with insomnia cause drugs are american gods
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Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 1:39 AM UTC
american gods
i was born all naturally formed in a lax factory im actually a hack with ******* in my nose, practically, every day,  haphazardly stumbling home, half asleep i cant tell whats happening vision begins blackening im whack like kriss kross crack like rick ross major brown boy to houston be like, "yes, we have liftoff" dont like me when i'm ****** off cause ***** i'm bruce banner or maybe i'm bruce wayne either way, i got mad manners tearing down walls like berlin preaching like its a sermon potential begins to burgeon i'll cut you up like a surgeon killing in place of coercion so you better lower the curtain my head and my body are hurtin so tell me how quick does the world spin? i'm taddling on ya, you can call me a toddler but the snitchin n' **** is somethin im never fond of and i never grow up, cause i'm the neverland smuggler peter pan turns into one of my best customers i never grew into my head, im not cocky never had the eye of the tiger, im not rocky growing up i never got in fights or caused a lotta **** but presently im screaming **** the world", i've got a bone to pick i've gotta problem and i think its the probable cause you hold me captive, keep me trapped in your facets of laws looks of repulsion are what cause me to brandish my claws constant compulsions reminiscent of prodigal flaws i've gotta problem and i think its the probable cause see im a goblin shark i'll sink in my nautical jaws im not a joker im a jester with lesser facades wrought with insomnia cause drugs are american gods
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Raven crosses the threshold Hawk, a protector and a visionary . . . stands watch Together: a great change is gonna come Raven sculpts the formless into shape, awakening Hawk to an inspirational message Together: a pathway to higher consciousness Raven mines the darkness For facets of light, where our true self is found Eyes wide shut, eventually leads to our souls purpose Hawk surfs the primordial forces of life and Can't see so catches an updraft for improved perspective Eyes wide shut, eventually leads to our souls purpose Raven brings the ghost Hawk brings the quill Together: Turtle Island medicine
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Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
Raven and Hawk
My kryptonite? That's a good question. I'm no superhero, no, my limbs too fragile for any crime fighting, any dark lighting of the night, I can't be a Batgirl. But everyone still has a kryptonite. I jokingly tell people ice cream, or inappropriate musicals, or turtles, or writing. Writing is a good one. I will do a lot for the sake of the written word. But that's not what truly gets to me, what breaks me down every time. Change and love. Changing love. It begins as perfection, as bliss on a stick, like a Firecracker Popsicle, delicious until you get to the part you don't like, or, when you get to the end. All you have left is this disgusting flavor in your mouth or the taste of bark, and neither is pleasant. Everything ends. That's what kills me. That is my kryptonite. Endings. In so many facets, this thing kills me. They are my favorite part of every story, but my least favorite part of my life. They are what I spend the most time constructing in a paper, but they are the thing I avoid the most in reality. I have been taught, in my life, that everyone will leave. There's abandonment sewn into my heart that I'm not sure can ever be erased because, unfortunately for me, its always been true. Almost everyone has left me, and I can't help but assume the rest will leave too, until I am alone. That's what I love about writing. When you write, there's characters, a new world, a new life. You're never alone, and you're never yourself. When you despise who you are so much, its a dream to try on a different coat and live another life, even if its for only a few minutes. Another flaw of mine; getting off track. We began on kryptonite, and then I turned it into a tale about the wonders of writing. Typical Grace, distracted about words. Words, words, words, but are they real? They're real to me, so I guess that's all that matters. I guess it all circles back to my original kryptonite. Love. I love too much and get hurt too easily. Its the struggle of my disorder and the folly of my far too large heart, far too large for my little body. Sometimes I wonder if my entire body is one larger, misshapen heart ***** I fully realize the heart is not where emotion comes from, but I'm certainly not all brain. Heart is the only ***** that makes sense. so strong, so vital, but so breakable. Maybe that's why they call it falling in love, because even Superman can't fly away from it. Its kryptonite.
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC
Kryptonite
My kryptonite? That's a good question. I'm no superhero, no, my limbs too fragile for any crime fighting, any dark lighting of the night, I can't be a Batgirl. But everyone still has a kryptonite. I jokingly tell people ice cream, or inappropriate musicals, or turtles, or writing. Writing is a good one. I will do a lot for the sake of the written word. But that's not what truly gets to me, what breaks me down every time. Change and love. Changing love. It begins as perfection, as bliss on a stick, like a Firecracker Popsicle, delicious until you get to the part you don't like, or, when you get to the end. All you have left is this disgusting flavor in your mouth or the taste of bark, and neither is pleasant. Everything ends. That's what kills me. That is my kryptonite. Endings. In so many facets, this thing kills me. They are my favorite part of every story, but my least favorite part of my life. They are what I spend the most time constructing in a paper, but they are the thing I avoid the most in reality. I have been taught, in my life, that everyone will leave. There's abandonment sewn into my heart that I'm not sure can ever be erased because, unfortunately for me, its always been true. Almost everyone has left me, and I can't help but assume the rest will leave too, until I am alone. That's what I love about writing. When you write, there's characters, a new world, a new life. You're never alone, and you're never yourself. When you despise who you are so much, its a dream to try on a different coat and live another life, even if its for only a few minutes. Another flaw of mine; getting off track. We began on kryptonite, and then I turned it into a tale about the wonders of writing. Typical Grace, distracted about words. Words, words, words, but are they real? They're real to me, so I guess that's all that matters. I guess it all circles back to my original kryptonite. Love. I love too much and get hurt too easily. Its the struggle of my disorder and the folly of my far too large heart, far too large for my little body. Sometimes I wonder if my entire body is one larger, misshapen heart ***** I fully realize the heart is not where emotion comes from, but I'm certainly not all brain. Heart is the only ***** that makes sense. so strong, so vital, but so breakable. Maybe that's why they call it falling in love, because even Superman can't fly away from it. Its kryptonite.
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The deep sighs of fall send chills across the daisies. My compass is sick and there’s a sense of urgency in my eyelashes, feeling around for the blisters on my skin searching for a bed to sleep. Facets of sleep encourage the rain to fall, cold weather raising capillaries under my skin. I wrote the history of the Holocene era on daisies, microscope lenses tickling my eyelashes; dim lighting makes me home sick. My mind is sick, I dream of oceans in my sleep, medicine labels printed on my eyelashes pill bottles coloured like fall. Tattoos of purple fringed daisies cover my shoulders like skin. Teeth full of apple skin; asking God how not to be sick, wondering if a sacrifice of daisies will get my blood to sleep. My hair is like the leaves during fall; I hope I get to keep my eyelashes. There’s snow in my eyelashes, landscapes of frost form on skin the cold air begins to fall, I decide to call in sick preferring to hide in a hot sleep until my breaths sprout purple daisies. How to grow Gerber daisies, without losing my eyelashes? My fingernails are full of sleep, hot tea grasps at my paper skin. The panacea for the sick is a perfect concentration of wool sweaters and fall. You eat daisies in the fever of fall. Through my eyelashes I am morally sick, but yesterday I finally let sleep settle into my skin.
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Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC
Sestina 1 - Surgical winds
Time is the eternal sculptor Chiseling away through centuries To create innovative masterpieces Where many facets of life emerge Bridging the past, present and future Shaping the moments we dwell in Where events are scheduled To display the varied installations Which cannot be replicated Recorded in the chronicles of time When our world will fade away But time will be there till eternity Relentlessly sculpting for the future For, time brings change And everything changes, except time itself
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
Time
1. Love everything, and everyone. Thank the grass for being a soft place to fall, and those who own the arms of your safe place to crash. Love the girl who taunts you, love the boy who tries too hard. Love the woman who screams that you will never make it, love the man who stares a little too long. Do not waste too much time on loving yourself, for when you exude love you will receive it. You must love those who do not deserve it, and all the while you will receive love you do not deserve. For love is not a feeling, but an action. For love is not restraining, but freeing. 2. When you start to notice your reflection, remember that it does not matter. A soul needs a home, and your home is a fine home. Your body keeps your soul safe, and warm, and fed. So worry more about what you put into your mind than your mouth, and never forget that your soul cares not of the shape of it’s home. 3. When you see someone who is in need of help, they become your obligation. The only true way to understand a person is to love them, and the best way to love a person is to serve them. There is no man or woman who was born undeserved of love, and you ought to give more than you think your heart will allow. 4. When lost, know that you do not have one sole purpose. You have many facets, and many talents. Each day you may have a different purpose, and each day it may not be a grand one, but each day it is an important one. Be open to things you did not think of yourself capable, and know that nobody cares about your embarrassments more than yourself. 5. Every day of your life you will make mistakes, and if you think that you have to right to belittle others because of theirs then honey, I am here to tell you that you are wrong. Unfair judgment hinders understanding, which hinders the most important thing of all: love.   6. Forgive all, but do not trust all. Love all, but do not pleasure all. You are to lose yourself, to emerge yourself in the work and service of others. You are to overwhelm yourself with love and kindness, so much that it spills over. You are to give more than you have, and to take less than you need. 7. Do not worry about being happy. The search for happiness is never ending, and a path that has no destination. Lose yourself, and happiness will find you. Look for happiness, and you will lose it all.
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Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 4:28 AM UTC
7 Things I will tell my daughter
1. Love everything, and everyone. Thank the grass for being a soft place to fall, and those who own the arms of your safe place to crash. Love the girl who taunts you, love the boy who tries too hard. Love the woman who screams that you will never make it, love the man who stares a little too long. Do not waste too much time on loving yourself, for when you exude love you will receive it. You must love those who do not deserve it, and all the while you will receive love you do not deserve. For love is not a feeling, but an action. For love is not restraining, but freeing. 2. When you start to notice your reflection, remember that it does not matter. A soul needs a home, and your home is a fine home. Your body keeps your soul safe, and warm, and fed. So worry more about what you put into your mind than your mouth, and never forget that your soul cares not of the shape of it’s home. 3. When you see someone who is in need of help, they become your obligation. The only true way to understand a person is to love them, and the best way to love a person is to serve them. There is no man or woman who was born undeserved of love, and you ought to give more than you think your heart will allow. 4. When lost, know that you do not have one sole purpose. You have many facets, and many talents. Each day you may have a different purpose, and each day it may not be a grand one, but each day it is an important one. Be open to things you did not think of yourself capable, and know that nobody cares about your embarrassments more than yourself. 5. Every day of your life you will make mistakes, and if you think that you have to right to belittle others because of theirs then honey, I am here to tell you that you are wrong. Unfair judgment hinders understanding, which hinders the most important thing of all: love.   6. Forgive all, but do not trust all. Love all, but do not pleasure all. You are to lose yourself, to emerge yourself in the work and service of others. You are to overwhelm yourself with love and kindness, so much that it spills over. You are to give more than you have, and to take less than you need. 7. Do not worry about being happy. The search for happiness is never ending, and a path that has no destination. Lose yourself, and happiness will find you. Look for happiness, and you will lose it all.
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Clever minds that stretch The many elements which live as our backdrop Too often everyday is spoiled By unnecessary people, gathering ammunition For climbing invisible platforms of command These are cast aside by simple smiles and welcomes And it was. Even if the task was invisible to me at first My soul felt at home amongst these new work mates My responsible position was underwritten Given gravitas and a freedom to which I wasn't quite used The time was charged with familiar but different It was fraught but strangely healthier in paradox The honest fight was taken with gestures of family proportion Success had waned but the unity of 'knowing' was the strength That continued to support that Company In spite of the turmoil my personal facets were given air To run and to adjust, to temper and to manage Poor communication was completely disastrous The confusion of three currencies And the balance of understanding left us guessing Never mind agreement or translation Through all this, looking back my heart is lifted Not by the freedom or the ability to achieve ...mostly, It is the strength from our leader, That calm, silver haired man When many were distraught you kept us going And fed us with hope and built our confidence, Not always with the obvious But gave us the ability to win through by believing , Believing in us and building back our motivation and teasing out The raw infrastructure of our true capabilities Never before has anyone, apart from my Mother Believed in me as you did. To tackle the toughest of tasks Anything that the industry, the public or our customers Could throw at us, we dealt with it. Sadly you could do nothing at the final demise but take the role Of a father giving news of an aged relative sadly moved by A force greater than yourself I know had you the influence, the power and the funding............ You were always more than a boss Chris Your transparent enthusiasm raised our spirits And in times of worry I hope we lifted yours too. I think of you often, thank you for being a friend After we were no longer professionally connected. I see your generous smile and your warm handshake I can hear your laugh now It's always a treat to catch up over a beer. I now find you in my phone, in my photographs But mostly in my heart for being a great bloke You taught me so much. Speak soon, with love, Max
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Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 10:01 AM UTC
Living with Gretag
Clever minds that stretch The many elements which live as our backdrop Too often everyday is spoiled By unnecessary people, gathering ammunition For climbing invisible platforms of command These are cast aside by simple smiles and welcomes And it was. Even if the task was invisible to me at first My soul felt at home amongst these new work mates My responsible position was underwritten Given gravitas and a freedom to which I wasn't quite used The time was charged with familiar but different It was fraught but strangely healthier in paradox The honest fight was taken with gestures of family proportion Success had waned but the unity of 'knowing' was the strength That continued to support that Company In spite of the turmoil my personal facets were given air To run and to adjust, to temper and to manage Poor communication was completely disastrous The confusion of three currencies And the balance of understanding left us guessing Never mind agreement or translation Through all this, looking back my heart is lifted Not by the freedom or the ability to achieve ...mostly, It is the strength from our leader, That calm, silver haired man When many were distraught you kept us going And fed us with hope and built our confidence, Not always with the obvious But gave us the ability to win through by believing , Believing in us and building back our motivation and teasing out The raw infrastructure of our true capabilities Never before has anyone, apart from my Mother Believed in me as you did. To tackle the toughest of tasks Anything that the industry, the public or our customers Could throw at us, we dealt with it. Sadly you could do nothing at the final demise but take the role Of a father giving news of an aged relative sadly moved by A force greater than yourself I know had you the influence, the power and the funding............ You were always more than a boss Chris Your transparent enthusiasm raised our spirits And in times of worry I hope we lifted yours too. I think of you often, thank you for being a friend After we were no longer professionally connected. I see your generous smile and your warm handshake I can hear your laugh now It's always a treat to catch up over a beer. I now find you in my phone, in my photographs But mostly in my heart for being a great bloke You taught me so much. Speak soon, with love, Max
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In this tangled web of energies emerges truth , lined with golden love. Tentacles grasp and hold, striving to keep smiles alive and well. Forcing back negative entities. We rebel primal ways, expanding facets of creativity To push forth, To push off, To find yourself somewhere in between. Sunken in the sidewalk’s crevasse. ***** and beautiful, the lotus blooms in harmony We’re here waiting; seeking. Trying to balance this chaos we’ve created. Calming minds and steadying tides, the ocean pulls by Luna’s force. The subtle aspect, when we have no control. The moon rises. Bending blood; bending minds, bending emotions. All subjected to planetary reactions and protractions. Measured by our willingness to flow. Desperately trying to find solace. We cave. We faulter, and give in to the moonlight. Taking in all it has to offer and becoming reborn within the sun. A new birth in the light. Refreshed and retrieved, we emerge from our reckless physicality and burst through in spirit. Gods. Beings. Light bodies. Humans. Tangible, broken and beautiful.
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Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 4:39 AM UTC
Triangles and Moon Halos
Dancing to the rhythm of the universe, A beautiful, organic chaos. Grateful for the lessons, I drift in a pool of elysium. A wounded healer in progress, Prancing on a satin thread, Woven with multidimensional facets. Allow me to amend the social poison Flowing within this boundless vessel.
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May 17, 2023
May 17, 2023 at 2:46 AM UTC
Dancing to the rhythm of this universe
*Simplicity cannot be embellished With the grandiose of sophistication Its stark beauty carves out the facets Of the rarest of diamonds, set within* The Heart
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Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
Simple Beauty
We face death as we know, Written in facets of stone under our feet, we have built or own demise , the weight of ourselves holding us to that blue undertow, as we sink into our black euthanasia.
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Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 2:04 PM UTC
concrete
On a journey of delightful imagination, The facets of which had no explanation. A loving nature that was beyond measure, Became for me this sweet tender treasure. My beloved gave me love like the Pacific, My heart is filled with her waves so terrific. Her vast desires has me overwhelmed, From where this great passion stemmed? © Perveiz Ali
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC
Soulful Imagination II
They say that lightning strikes are one in a million. Then how is it that every time you hold my hand or stare into my blushing face, that a jolt, of pure electricity runs through our shared connection, bound in tiny intricacies in our veins, restless in our hearts, our minds? I would love to believe that, that lightning only strikes at impossible odds- but I can't, not while I am touching you; my own heart is a live wire and jumping into my throat with the raw voltage coursing through me- terrifying, exhilarating, breathtaking- and belies the science I know will disagree with me. It can never know the passion of traveling at love's breakneck speed believing in someone else, trusting them to catch you when you burn up or to push you up when you can't remember the light. It could never know the terrible loss of energy when the one you love hurts, speared by insensitive sparks. It could never know life in all its tiny fractured facets, believing that one answer is all that is needed- that lightning is impossible to contain. I laugh at the sheer ludicrousness though- Me? A human lightning strike? ABSURD. But you take my hand again, promising so many good moments ahead, so many beautiful ideas and dreams together, and my heart leaps- flying and flipping in ecstasy- and I know- Lightning strikes are one in a million, and I was lucky enough to be struck by yours.
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Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 6:54 PM UTC
Lightning
In my world there is a gem... On which there are two predominant facets. It has never been just me, or just you... It is us... Marooned on a little cast off islet. If I could take just one sip from the fount of transitory courage, I'd take the leap into waters deep. So I could pave the route for our safe passage. To freedom and love... Without restrictions or restraint. If only we could... We'd harness from the infinite palette above and with it, boundless magic we would paint.
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Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC
Boundless
Rock n’ roll music, Folger’s, and paint-smeared hands. Dresser drawers filled to the brim with undeveloped camera film. Blue bonnets and overgrown grass, pecans and crunching fall leaves. Dirt roads and river-rocks, typewriters, polaroid cameras, and feather-quill pens. Those hand-me-down blue eyes and brown ones that are “sometimes hazel.” Crystal clusters and Lord of the Rings. Countless mosquito bites and play-pretend games in the clubhouse. Early-birds and night-owls. Trudy; and Randy Hayes. “Don’t touch everything you see,” and “If you say you’re bored, I’ll find work for you to do.” Sweet tea and okra and southern dishes blackened and drenched in cheese or gravy. Grandma always burned everything to make sure it was fully cooked, and to her, it was never burned, just “well-done.” Cigarettes and carpentry and cookbooks. Wild blackberries and birthday parties at the lake. Sleeping in all day and staying up all night and procrastination. Shepherd's Pie, potatoes, and four-leaf clovers. “Nil Desperandum. Never Despairing.” I’m from a whole house that eats eggs for breakfast, and I’m allergic to eggs. And trees as tall as buildings and buildings as tall as trees. “You should never take the lord’s name in vain,” and “Jesus loves you, so you should love others.” Day-dreams and stargazing and thunderstorms. “All or nothing,” and “There is no try, only do.” Old family pictures in dust-glittered frames. We are crystals. We have facets, each one makes us who we are. With only one window of our lives to express, we’d merely be glass. I am a part of each of these things just as much as they are each a part of me.
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Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 12:36 AM UTC
Crystals
Rock n’ roll music, Folger’s, and paint-smeared hands. Dresser drawers filled to the brim with undeveloped camera film. Blue bonnets and overgrown grass, pecans and crunching fall leaves. Dirt roads and river-rocks, typewriters, polaroid cameras, and feather-quill pens. Those hand-me-down blue eyes and brown ones that are “sometimes hazel.” Crystal clusters and Lord of the Rings. Countless mosquito bites and play-pretend games in the clubhouse. Early-birds and night-owls. Trudy; and Randy Hayes. “Don’t touch everything you see,” and “If you say you’re bored, I’ll find work for you to do.” Sweet tea and okra and southern dishes blackened and drenched in cheese or gravy. Grandma always burned everything to make sure it was fully cooked, and to her, it was never burned, just “well-done.” Cigarettes and carpentry and cookbooks. Wild blackberries and birthday parties at the lake. Sleeping in all day and staying up all night and procrastination. Shepherd's Pie, potatoes, and four-leaf clovers. “Nil Desperandum. Never Despairing.” I’m from a whole house that eats eggs for breakfast, and I’m allergic to eggs. And trees as tall as buildings and buildings as tall as trees. “You should never take the lord’s name in vain,” and “Jesus loves you, so you should love others.” Day-dreams and stargazing and thunderstorms. “All or nothing,” and “There is no try, only do.” Old family pictures in dust-glittered frames. We are crystals. We have facets, each one makes us who we are. With only one window of our lives to express, we’d merely be glass. I am a part of each of these things just as much as they are each a part of me.
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I trace my fingertips along your neon facets. I twist and turn you to make a match or make a mish mash of coloured squares. You bring me back in time to 1980's plastics. I cannot solve your puzzle for i lack your cuboid logic. But just to rotate and feel your shape in my hand is sublime and fantastic!
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Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
Rubiks rub