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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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Lies are lies they deny you the truth. Truth is truth it denies you the lie. when examined closely both are exactly the same. They are interchangeable. People that tell the "truth" to you are denying you lies. How boring and dangerous and malevolent are people full of truth. Choose your religious truth--- Christian truth. Islamic truth. Judaic truth. Vedic Hindoo truth. Buddist truth. Capitalist truth. Socialist truth. Free market truth. Managed market truth. Monarchist truth. Democratic truth. Militarist truth. Liberal truth. Fascist truth. People that tell lies to you are denying you truthfulness. How boring and dangerous and malevolent are people full of lies. Choose your lies. Christian lies. Islamic lies. Judaic lies. Vedic Hindoo lies. Buddist lies. Capitalist lies. Socialist lies. Free market lies. Managed market lies. Monarchist lies. Democratic lies. Militarist lies. Liberal lies. Fascist lies. Truthfulness is neither truth nor lies. It exists on its own. Truthfulness is free of the Duality of Truth and Lies.. The individual Isness exists in the state of Separate and Merged with the Isness of the Universe. Permanent Mindlessness is unconditional love--just ask any Dog or Cat. The Mind separates us from the Isness of the Universe. The Mind creates Duality which is governed by Conditional Love. The individual Isness creates Unconditional Love(Consciousness) which is outside Duality. Mind cannot create Unconditional Love. The individual Isness cannot create Conditional Love. If you have Mind/Conditioned Identity in your head you cannot love Unconditionally. If you do not have Mind/Conditioned Identity then you can only love Unconditionally. If you have Mind and Conditioned Identity  you cannot be Merged with the Isness of the Universe. If you are Mindless and Conditioned Identityless you are merged with the Isness of the Universe. Conditional Love says I love you on Condition I can hate you. Unconditional Love says I will never stop loving you but I may dissapprove of your actions but I will never hate you because I cannot hate.. Conditional Love is selective--it only applies to Family and Friends and fellow GroupMind members. Unconditional Love is not selective--it applies to every living being--human or otherwise. Unconditional Love does not see people as Friends and Enemies. Unconditional Love sees people as individual Isness incarnated in bodies. Humans are deceived by the Mind into believing that the Conditioned Identity is their true Identity and deceived by the Mind into believing that they should leave the running of their brains and therefore their lives to the Mind. The individual Isness is a small but equal individual independent, nameless,formless,genderless,autonomous portion of the Isness of the Universe that people controlled by Mind are taught to call a Soul. The Soul is just another Mind created Conditioned Identity. The Atman is just another Mind created Conditioned Identity. The individual  Isness is formed from a small but equal portion of the essence of the Isness of the Universe and incarnated in a Human Body of either Gender-_male or female of any skin colour. www.beyondenlightenment.co.uk
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Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 1:24 AM UTC
Truth and Lies and Truthfulness and the Isness of the Universe
Lies are lies they deny you the truth. Truth is truth it denies you the lie. when examined closely both are exactly the same. They are interchangeable. People that tell the "truth" to you are denying you lies. How boring and dangerous and malevolent are people full of truth. Choose your religious truth--- Christian truth. Islamic truth. Judaic truth. Vedic Hindoo truth. Buddist truth. Capitalist truth. Socialist truth. Free market truth. Managed market truth. Monarchist truth. Democratic truth. Militarist truth. Liberal truth. Fascist truth. People that tell lies to you are denying you truthfulness. How boring and dangerous and malevolent are people full of lies. Choose your lies. Christian lies. Islamic lies. Judaic lies. Vedic Hindoo lies. Buddist lies. Capitalist lies. Socialist lies. Free market lies. Managed market lies. Monarchist lies. Democratic lies. Militarist lies. Liberal lies. Fascist lies. Truthfulness is neither truth nor lies. It exists on its own. Truthfulness is free of the Duality of Truth and Lies.. The individual Isness exists in the state of Separate and Merged with the Isness of the Universe. Permanent Mindlessness is unconditional love--just ask any Dog or Cat. The Mind separates us from the Isness of the Universe. The Mind creates Duality which is governed by Conditional Love. The individual Isness creates Unconditional Love(Consciousness) which is outside Duality. Mind cannot create Unconditional Love. The individual Isness cannot create Conditional Love. If you have Mind/Conditioned Identity in your head you cannot love Unconditionally. If you do not have Mind/Conditioned Identity then you can only love Unconditionally. If you have Mind and Conditioned Identity  you cannot be Merged with the Isness of the Universe. If you are Mindless and Conditioned Identityless you are merged with the Isness of the Universe. Conditional Love says I love you on Condition I can hate you. Unconditional Love says I will never stop loving you but I may dissapprove of your actions but I will never hate you because I cannot hate.. Conditional Love is selective--it only applies to Family and Friends and fellow GroupMind members. Unconditional Love is not selective--it applies to every living being--human or otherwise. Unconditional Love does not see people as Friends and Enemies. Unconditional Love sees people as individual Isness incarnated in bodies. Humans are deceived by the Mind into believing that the Conditioned Identity is their true Identity and deceived by the Mind into believing that they should leave the running of their brains and therefore their lives to the Mind. The individual Isness is a small but equal individual independent, nameless,formless,genderless,autonomous portion of the Isness of the Universe that people controlled by Mind are taught to call a Soul. The Soul is just another Mind created Conditioned Identity. The Atman is just another Mind created Conditioned Identity. The individual  Isness is formed from a small but equal portion of the essence of the Isness of the Universe and incarnated in a Human Body of either Gender-_male or female of any skin colour. www.beyondenlightenment.co.uk
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As the glorious LION Stands strong in stature Radiating with a presence Of Absolute rule The air washed with A bristly respect A natural pride Beams with  beauty He guards the gateway to truth and only the brave may enter He is the king that needs no crown as he holds a royal presence as he sits in his golden coat and main Lies spark combust just bounce off dissolve in all his shine. As broken men become renewed Their fractured parts Collect in the melting *** Of the Lion's  stare As they are engulfed and swallowed In the reservoirs of his strength As the many wounded souls Find themselves restored In his majestic presence As he rattles the very fabric Of this world There is no procrastinating belly Exposed by a lackluster display No one insults his strength By creating a make believe world Or covers him with scaffolding so That they may alter him For he is the finished article And he is never held up or supported With anyone's emotional ropes or strings For he no ones puppet He is never silenced By the Strangle hold of this world Tightened with a multitude of gestures For I hear his ROAR!!!!!!!! His explosive self expression As his throat bursts and beams like the sun Breaking all collars, and his tongue is freed As a thousand trap doors Open up in him   And boulders are lifted and rocks are shattered within the sound of his voice. His Soft pads of silent stealth Gather for all his wealth As the power of his pounce Is governed by both his strength Of spirit and the honesty With which he meets the earth For he owns all of his own pain And paces and growls to warn Away any who seek to steal his fresh **** And diminish him with pretty lies For he owns all his space As it feeds his strength As somewhere in the fury of feasting Lionesses and Lions   We find our freedom For his power explodes like a volcano When his soul meets the earth   As he shakes off all avoidance To seek only truth As streaks of white light And pure Gold glisten in the SUN As the world's projections Reflect and bounce off him There is so much to learn From a beautiful LION
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Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
LION
As the glorious LION Stands strong in stature Radiating with a presence Of Absolute rule The air washed with A bristly respect A natural pride Beams with  beauty He guards the gateway to truth and only the brave may enter He is the king that needs no crown as he holds a royal presence as he sits in his golden coat and main Lies spark combust just bounce off dissolve in all his shine. As broken men become renewed Their fractured parts Collect in the melting *** Of the Lion's  stare As they are engulfed and swallowed In the reservoirs of his strength As the many wounded souls Find themselves restored In his majestic presence As he rattles the very fabric Of this world There is no procrastinating belly Exposed by a lackluster display No one insults his strength By creating a make believe world Or covers him with scaffolding so That they may alter him For he is the finished article And he is never held up or supported With anyone's emotional ropes or strings For he no ones puppet He is never silenced By the Strangle hold of this world Tightened with a multitude of gestures For I hear his ROAR!!!!!!!! His explosive self expression As his throat bursts and beams like the sun Breaking all collars, and his tongue is freed As a thousand trap doors Open up in him   And boulders are lifted and rocks are shattered within the sound of his voice. His Soft pads of silent stealth Gather for all his wealth As the power of his pounce Is governed by both his strength Of spirit and the honesty With which he meets the earth For he owns all of his own pain And paces and growls to warn Away any who seek to steal his fresh **** And diminish him with pretty lies For he owns all his space As it feeds his strength As somewhere in the fury of feasting Lionesses and Lions   We find our freedom For his power explodes like a volcano When his soul meets the earth   As he shakes off all avoidance To seek only truth As streaks of white light And pure Gold glisten in the SUN As the world's projections Reflect and bounce off him There is so much to learn From a beautiful LION
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The pigeons are sad The pigeons saw that The future comes with bad The pigeons were telling that The prophets born here The prophet know that It is the land of kind , welfare and tied The religions at that land The assembly of religions The peace between nations Were established there Here was the prophet David Who the mounts the trees , The stones and  the birds, Repeated his prays He governed with justice After him ,Solomon was gotten He governed with justice The welfare had increased And the peace with there The Romans occupied it And the injustice appeared The killing and the theft Were actually increased Here was born Jesus Who invited to peace At shortest and clear That was not admired By Romans or Jewish Who were there They planned to **** him The land became unfair The decreasing of welfare The increasing of fear Till the new nation appeared The new religion increased It called for justice It led to peace The Muslims achieved a victory As they built a great glory And they blockaded the land The patriarch man said," We didn’t give the keys Except to your leader Who is justice’s famous" They wore one of soldiers The smartest cloth They introduced him As the prince of Insurers as the caliph of Muslims The greatest patriarchs said," That is not the man we did Actually knew and have red At our book that mentioned Him actually as we saw awake." The leader of soldiers ordered To sent a letter to the caliph At bright city wide distance As he wanted to keep blood Out of bleeding He wanted not to **** The innocent people He didn’t want to bore His name over death His religion ordered them To save the innocent people To the caliph to came The caliph and a servant  moved The leader of the greatest land At that time, at that moment From the kind and light city He read the yassin of holy Quran that equals twenty Minutes For riding the donkey And his servants walks only Then the caliph got off only And the servant rode the donkey And they read the yassin for away To count and know time And mention the God only Then the caliph and servant  also Walked with their donkey To rest it also They keep reading yassin only Till they reached near the holy City that mentioned with  holy In Quran with great respect The turn is on the servant   To get  that donkey rode And the caliph would walk He said," my prince! I must Get down and you must Ride that donkey" He said," then I will be called Injustice caliph led the insurers To be injustice at every talkers And it is your turn If the air came to me smelt With good smell than yours If the water I drink Have more delicious than yours If I created from mud Made of silver and gold I will rode that animal And you must go walker Ride it my good insurer" The soldiers saw him They did great clutter They wanted to salute him The patriarch said with amazed," See what is that noise? He looked and said That is him , that is him!" The patriarch went and looked He counted patch in his The cloth of the greatest prince Of the greatest Nation motioned At the ancient, at the present He said," you are who is mentined! You are the caliph "Omar" was the caliph He gave them the safe deal That mentioned by his name The patriarch gave him the keys Of  Jerusalem to him The time for afternoon pray came The caliph prayed out the church The patriarch said Why you didn’t pray at that Place at the inner of the church Omar said if I prayed here The Muslims after that Say "Omar" prayed here And they took it To be a mosque indeed
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Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 4:38 AM UTC
The pigeons
The pigeons are sad The pigeons saw that The future comes with bad The pigeons were telling that The prophets born here The prophet know that It is the land of kind , welfare and tied The religions at that land The assembly of religions The peace between nations Were established there Here was the prophet David Who the mounts the trees , The stones and  the birds, Repeated his prays He governed with justice After him ,Solomon was gotten He governed with justice The welfare had increased And the peace with there The Romans occupied it And the injustice appeared The killing and the theft Were actually increased Here was born Jesus Who invited to peace At shortest and clear That was not admired By Romans or Jewish Who were there They planned to **** him The land became unfair The decreasing of welfare The increasing of fear Till the new nation appeared The new religion increased It called for justice It led to peace The Muslims achieved a victory As they built a great glory And they blockaded the land The patriarch man said," We didn’t give the keys Except to your leader Who is justice’s famous" They wore one of soldiers The smartest cloth They introduced him As the prince of Insurers as the caliph of Muslims The greatest patriarchs said," That is not the man we did Actually knew and have red At our book that mentioned Him actually as we saw awake." The leader of soldiers ordered To sent a letter to the caliph At bright city wide distance As he wanted to keep blood Out of bleeding He wanted not to **** The innocent people He didn’t want to bore His name over death His religion ordered them To save the innocent people To the caliph to came The caliph and a servant  moved The leader of the greatest land At that time, at that moment From the kind and light city He read the yassin of holy Quran that equals twenty Minutes For riding the donkey And his servants walks only Then the caliph got off only And the servant rode the donkey And they read the yassin for away To count and know time And mention the God only Then the caliph and servant  also Walked with their donkey To rest it also They keep reading yassin only Till they reached near the holy City that mentioned with  holy In Quran with great respect The turn is on the servant   To get  that donkey rode And the caliph would walk He said," my prince! I must Get down and you must Ride that donkey" He said," then I will be called Injustice caliph led the insurers To be injustice at every talkers And it is your turn If the air came to me smelt With good smell than yours If the water I drink Have more delicious than yours If I created from mud Made of silver and gold I will rode that animal And you must go walker Ride it my good insurer" The soldiers saw him They did great clutter They wanted to salute him The patriarch said with amazed," See what is that noise? He looked and said That is him , that is him!" The patriarch went and looked He counted patch in his The cloth of the greatest prince Of the greatest Nation motioned At the ancient, at the present He said," you are who is mentined! You are the caliph "Omar" was the caliph He gave them the safe deal That mentioned by his name The patriarch gave him the keys Of  Jerusalem to him The time for afternoon pray came The caliph prayed out the church The patriarch said Why you didn’t pray at that Place at the inner of the church Omar said if I prayed here The Muslims after that Say "Omar" prayed here And they took it To be a mosque indeed
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This is me...           Seeking refuge           under a tree,           As the wind released           it's pensive sigh.           Leaves sapped dry           were then set free.           Shades of yellow           took to the air in an           attempt to fly.           This is me... Peering through jaundiced eyes. Laying still in a torrent of ochre. As leaves fall from lowered skies, Drenching and submerging me in a sea of scattered amber. This is me...           Captivated by this           spectacular phenom.          Flavescent dance           governed by           wind and gravity.          This is the dream...           Too long held for ransom           By the relentless           grasp of reality.          This is me... Awaiting such time to arise and run. In my heap, my safe haven, my fortress of yellow. Till the inevitable set of the orange sun Only then... myself to the moon I would again show.
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 9:22 AM UTC
Spectrum Yellow
. •     re-      kindle     the spark    that governed     this game•the fire   that once burnt as bri-   ght as sun•all of this once before, had a name•but now is weak from the time it had be- gun•there was a time when it wo- uld consume•......it would defy the odds....just so it could burn as one• frantic and desperate for the magic to resume•uncertainty has carved itself into the heart that has come undone•winds bearing ill no- tions revealed as the enemy• stitch up the gaps keep- ing out the rogue gust•   pro tect   the light that burns ever weakly•rejuve- nate the spirit that harbours broken trust •rekindle me now... i'm still in the game• the heart                   save the     you will isn't                              candle           need ready                           and              to see to make                         nur-              me     sense                            ture             with of the                             it                 this dark•                             to                  in-                                       fla-              sig-                                      me•             nia                                                           as my                                                          mark                                                          • .
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Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 7:24 AM UTC
Flame
. •     re-      kindle     the spark    that governed     this game•the fire   that once burnt as bri-   ght as sun•all of this once before, had a name•but now is weak from the time it had be- gun•there was a time when it wo- uld consume•......it would defy the odds....just so it could burn as one• frantic and desperate for the magic to resume•uncertainty has carved itself into the heart that has come undone•winds bearing ill no- tions revealed as the enemy• stitch up the gaps keep- ing out the rogue gust•   pro tect   the light that burns ever weakly•rejuve- nate the spirit that harbours broken trust •rekindle me now... i'm still in the game• the heart                   save the     you will isn't                              candle           need ready                           and              to see to make                         nur-              me     sense                            ture             with of the                             it                 this dark•                             to                  in-                                       fla-              sig-                                      me•             nia                                                           as my                                                          mark                                                          • .
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O Viking Gods of the Norse, you governed the mighty seas. your boats were built of gopher wood; and you made wise use of a breeze!
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Nov 26, 2010
Nov 26, 2010 at 2:36 PM UTC
O Viking Gods of The Norse
In 1963 Mahalia prodded the good reverend... “tell them about the dream Martin” transfixed on a yonder time he recounted prophecies of a near future from a mountaintop he foretold a history of a people returned again to gardens of paradise thriving in friendly democratic soils overflowing with a colorful biodiversity governed and nurtured with a vibrant sunshine of divine justice welcoming all weary sojourners... from the pinnacle of a Birmingham jail cell Martin burst the bars with the clarion peel of a golden trumpet proclaiming the gospel of liberation to the wardens of unholy gulags “free yourselves” the horn emblazoned in streaking lightning across the sky cowed by prophetic truths of righteousness, shamed by lies the pride of arrogance bespeaks to placate the intransigence of dominion, we prayed the the walls of racism, bigotry, prejudice would tumble down as Martin lit the Battle of Jericho today our country’s profit driven gulags overflow with people of color as justice lingers on death row begging for a plea bargain of a life sentence in solitary confinement... from the ****** Sunday Bridge in Selma, Martin offered a prayer for peace, rebuking the dogs of war admonishing the tenders of blood thirsty machines to beat the gears of war into pruning hooks and plowshares advocates of peace hope to steer the plow across the battlefields of acrimony to sow rich seeds of reconciliation, planting new gardens where the rich yields of peace will be consumed by all God's children yet these gardens remain unplanted, untended and defiled by the machinery of war that churns churns, churns... Martin last dream occurred on a balcony in Memphis witnessing to the divinity of those considered untouchable after a hard days work collecting a city’s refuse he insisted all labor was worthy of dignity and the economic justice of a fair wage Martin looked squarely into the eye of the gun sights of those who thought differently he never blinked, he dreamed Martin formed his last testament to an angry nation yearning for the reconciliation of stability and peace, unmoved that it’s violence, exploitation and bigotry only stoke bonfires of acrimony and division, condemning the reprobate principality to the bleakness of a smoldering discontent and continued generations of recurring nightmares… Martin's dream continues in awakened hearts sojourning on Music Selection: Mahalia Jackson Joshua Fit the Battle of Jericho MLK Day 2014 Oakland
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Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC
Martin Dreamed (WIP)
In 1963 Mahalia prodded the good reverend... “tell them about the dream Martin” transfixed on a yonder time he recounted prophecies of a near future from a mountaintop he foretold a history of a people returned again to gardens of paradise thriving in friendly democratic soils overflowing with a colorful biodiversity governed and nurtured with a vibrant sunshine of divine justice welcoming all weary sojourners... from the pinnacle of a Birmingham jail cell Martin burst the bars with the clarion peel of a golden trumpet proclaiming the gospel of liberation to the wardens of unholy gulags “free yourselves” the horn emblazoned in streaking lightning across the sky cowed by prophetic truths of righteousness, shamed by lies the pride of arrogance bespeaks to placate the intransigence of dominion, we prayed the the walls of racism, bigotry, prejudice would tumble down as Martin lit the Battle of Jericho today our country’s profit driven gulags overflow with people of color as justice lingers on death row begging for a plea bargain of a life sentence in solitary confinement... from the ****** Sunday Bridge in Selma, Martin offered a prayer for peace, rebuking the dogs of war admonishing the tenders of blood thirsty machines to beat the gears of war into pruning hooks and plowshares advocates of peace hope to steer the plow across the battlefields of acrimony to sow rich seeds of reconciliation, planting new gardens where the rich yields of peace will be consumed by all God's children yet these gardens remain unplanted, untended and defiled by the machinery of war that churns churns, churns... Martin last dream occurred on a balcony in Memphis witnessing to the divinity of those considered untouchable after a hard days work collecting a city’s refuse he insisted all labor was worthy of dignity and the economic justice of a fair wage Martin looked squarely into the eye of the gun sights of those who thought differently he never blinked, he dreamed Martin formed his last testament to an angry nation yearning for the reconciliation of stability and peace, unmoved that it’s violence, exploitation and bigotry only stoke bonfires of acrimony and division, condemning the reprobate principality to the bleakness of a smoldering discontent and continued generations of recurring nightmares… Martin's dream continues in awakened hearts sojourning on Music Selection: Mahalia Jackson Joshua Fit the Battle of Jericho MLK Day 2014 Oakland
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Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. And they finally found the solution.
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Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 1:25 PM UTC
Star Eater
Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. And they finally found the solution.
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I COULDN'T GO OUTSIDE IN CASE I GOT ZIKA, BUT THERE WAS NO WAY I WAS GOING TO GET WEAKER, I MET RONALDO, AT A FIFA PARTY AS YOU GO, AND MESSI AND NEYMAR WHO HAD NOWHERE .. .. , THEY SAY THAT INDONESIA IS TO BE ATTACKED BY TERRORISTS, BUT WE'VE HAD ENOUGH OF TORNADOES AND EXTREMISTS, NAOMI SOCKED SOMEONE ELSE ON A BA PLANE, AFTER DIVORCE, CHARLTON WON'T BE THE SAME AGAIN, ENGLAND'S VOTING TO STAY WITH EUROPE OR NOT, MOST DON'T GIVE A S.... , THEY'LL SAY THEY FORGOT, TRUMP CONTINUES TO BORE US AND DEPLORE MOST, DON'T LET MONEY BUY OR ENTERTAIN HIS ILLITERATE BOAST; WE'LL GET ON WITH OUR LIVES, DON'T NEED THOSE GUYS, THEY SHOULD REMEMBER THAT SOME THINGS ARE NOT GOVERNED BY THEIR SIZE.
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Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 8:16 AM UTC
CURRENT TRENDS
We hear so often about our rights. But what rights we have is a priviledge, governed by laws. We the people makes the rules. We the people controls the rules. And sometimes goes to the extreme to keep them too. What's right for one? Isn't totally right for society. Those that feels brave with a gun. Sprout about constitutional rights. And intimidate others by fear. A sign of times, we will never learn. For, as guns can protect you. We aware constantly, they can **** you. And your constitutional rights share the blame. When guidance of common sense isn't used. We let fee based groups dictate the rules. And, they share a percentage of the blame. We hear guns don't **** That people do. Which is complete true. When they use their consitutional rights to do it. All because, we live by the rights to bare arms. Which is a priviledge. Many people fails to see.
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Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 8:12 AM UTC
Constitutional Rights
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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Partly darkened and part in light A time when the stars and sun shared the sky Bear witness to two behemoths wielding might Impending clash foreseen to go awry Two trains of thoughts charging from opposite ends Each bearing their own solid ideals Their flags that flew with conflicting brands Convictions they carry on beaten, weary wheels Almost an eternity, the time is soon Seconds lasted before they finally would meet Feeling of dread like the cloud covered moon With war cries of whistles, they would greet No possible way that they could miss War waged in steeled wills and forged metals Anticipate the moment, their couplings would kiss Unleashing a barrage of predestined reprisals Sheer destruction as they ate into each other All in tow haphazardly derailed A clash made of brute strength and power A result of when decisiveness had failed All was motionless save for the light of day The two lay dead; spent currencies in coal Fire and smoke had emerged from the fray Signifying that the two have met their goal Their cargo now freed, engaging in petty skirmish Lunging and wrestling as they fought for dominance Determination to overwhelm; never to languish Jousting fists fueled by pent-up vengeance Almost at end this long drawn battle Much like a storm to be patiently ridden out When the last of the debris should settle Then would be lifted the dusty veil of doubt The sun has now risen revealing the aftermath Shedding light on the devastation incurred Dark thoughts possess the most potent of wraths But nothing could beat the muscle of the written word Looking back I've realised the harm I've caused Found great solace in the dark words I've governed Life still hurls; it can never be paused Just dust yourself off for you're better off enlightened
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 5:14 AM UTC
Collision Course (III)
Partly darkened and part in light A time when the stars and sun shared the sky Bear witness to two behemoths wielding might Impending clash foreseen to go awry Two trains of thoughts charging from opposite ends Each bearing their own solid ideals Their flags that flew with conflicting brands Convictions they carry on beaten, weary wheels Almost an eternity, the time is soon Seconds lasted before they finally would meet Feeling of dread like the cloud covered moon With war cries of whistles, they would greet No possible way that they could miss War waged in steeled wills and forged metals Anticipate the moment, their couplings would kiss Unleashing a barrage of predestined reprisals Sheer destruction as they ate into each other All in tow haphazardly derailed A clash made of brute strength and power A result of when decisiveness had failed All was motionless save for the light of day The two lay dead; spent currencies in coal Fire and smoke had emerged from the fray Signifying that the two have met their goal Their cargo now freed, engaging in petty skirmish Lunging and wrestling as they fought for dominance Determination to overwhelm; never to languish Jousting fists fueled by pent-up vengeance Almost at end this long drawn battle Much like a storm to be patiently ridden out When the last of the debris should settle Then would be lifted the dusty veil of doubt The sun has now risen revealing the aftermath Shedding light on the devastation incurred Dark thoughts possess the most potent of wraths But nothing could beat the muscle of the written word Looking back I've realised the harm I've caused Found great solace in the dark words I've governed Life still hurls; it can never be paused Just dust yourself off for you're better off enlightened
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* An old  Song on  King Maveli goes somewhat like this. When the legendary King Maveli, Once governed over the land, God’s own country, Kerala, All the citizens had equality; And citizens were joyful and cheerful; They were all free from mischief; There was neither worry nor illness, There were no lies, prevailing; There was neither theft nor dishonesty, And no one was false in words either. Measures and weights were right; No one cheated or mistreated. When Maveli, our King, ruled the land, All the people created one caste-less race; And lived harmoniously as one family * ** WILLIAMSJI MAVELI* www.mavelinadu.com www.maveliveedu.com [email protected] **
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Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 3:54 AM UTC
An Old Song on KING MAVELI*
WOMEN I cast you out for pandering your *** WOMEN You are shameful On you I gift this hex: *If you need to be the object of manly gratification If you have no interest in the freedom or the liberation Then your life will now be governed by the exploitation A vessel pure and simple for man’s *********** WOMEN You are worthless **** upon my shoe Read between the lines my friend Figure out the clue For it is in here somewhere Deep within this write Nothing's ever as it seems Nothing's black and white WOMEN Does a bloke walk round? With his ***** hanging out? Does he emphasize his testicles? Does he bandy it about? I think you know the answer Just stop and use that brain Then maybe in the future Equality will rightly be reclaimed But all the time you flaunt your **** ****** you ***** in their face You, my friend To the sisterhood **Are a ******* skanky **** disgrace** Wake up and smell the Costa For conditioning is wrong You need to understand You cause The Cause to be prolonged This is my stand I hold my own I’m never fazed By stick nor stone For I know deep within my heart The value of my worth I will never sell my principles For merriment or mirth **So … please …. just take a moment To digest The words within this write Unharness faux benevolent blinkers Because this is our absolute pre-emptive right**
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Feb 3, 2011
Feb 3, 2011 at 4:31 AM UTC
WOMEN
Craving more than what we've got A desire burns and it burns a lot I'm not speaking monetary I know the answer is in me How can I affect humanity Save the children from the horror of war Stop the bullets that take animals to the floor Feed the homeless and the poor End our planets suffering core I'm a dreamer, But they are dreams of love If only peace would fly Like the dove If only our priority was kindness And life was priceless If only we took what we need Instead of being governed by greed Take, take, take, and when it comes to giving back Generosity seriously lacks It's not my problem We have nothing in common It doesn't affect me So just let it be It's not my family, Nor my community It's not my country, it doesn't bother me It's not my ocean So continue to fill it full of poisonous potion They're not my animals, Who cares if they go extinct I'll breath in toxic air So long as it doesn't stink Be complacent And you're complicit to all these things Take responsibility For the outcome that it WILL bring
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Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 11:31 AM UTC
If Only (Dreams of Love)
North Korea I imagine has lots of nice people All crammed into cold little houses Fearful of what chairman **** head does next All hoping that if war starts its over quickly Just those at the top that perpetuate the lies A country broken deep inside Brainwashed and weary, no food or fuel Governed by an overweight fool
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Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 8:48 AM UTC
Chairman Butthead
Maybe some doubt is exactly what I need; the staleness may be temporary, the hollow self-perceived. I know being humble is exactly what I need; forgetting who I have been and seeing who I can be. Maybe this monocracy is really what I need; a self-governed dictatorship that disqualifies my needs. I hope feeling insecure is exactly what I need; a push from behind will only make a non-believer be believed. But, maybe decision describes my every need; without the aid of a constant bicker and without putting off some heat. I feel that this disclosure of the real life I should lead, may bring back the epic epicenters of things I can't believe. But, maybe it's this doubt that fringes the end of human being. Or maybe its the chattering of hate I've built while teething. Or maybe its the "no one" that stands beneath my feet. Or maybe its the "no one" that hovers over me. This is doubt pure and true- and I know it wants a piece of you.
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Jul 20, 2010
Jul 20, 2010 at 1:38 AM UTC
Doubt
I All all and all the dry worlds lever, Stage of the ice, the solid ocean, All from the oil, the pound of lava. City of spring, the governed flower, Turns in the earth that turns the ashen Towns around on a wheel of fire. How now my flesh, my naked fellow, Dug of the sea, the glanded morrow, Worm in the scalp, the staked and fallow. All all and all, the corpse's lover, Skinny as sin, the foaming marrow, All of the flesh, the dry worlds lever. II Fear not the waking world, my mortal, Fear not the flat, synthetic blood, Nor the heart in the ribbing metal. Fear not the tread, the seeded milling, The trigger and scythe, the bridal blade, Nor the flint in the lover's mauling. Man of my flesh, the jawbone riven, Know now the flesh's lock and vice, And the cage for the scythe-eyed raver. Know, O my bone, the jointed lever, Fear not the screws that turn the voice, And the face to the driven lover. III All all and all the dry worlds couple, Ghost with her ghost, contagious man With the womb of his shapeless people. All that shapes from the caul and suckle, Stroke of mechanical flesh on mine, Square in these worlds the mortal circle. Flower, flower the people's fusion, O light in zenith, the coupled bud, And the flame in the flesh's vision. Out of the sea, the drive of oil, Socket and grave, the brassy blood, Flower, flower, all all and all.
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All All And All The Dry Worlds Lever
There was once a child born beneath the sign of unburial. She carried too much— not in arms but in tethered memory. Things with no names, only weights. A cracked watch that ticked in reverse. A button from a coat that no one had worn in three generations. A feather from a bird dreamt once by her grandmother, never seen again. She believed— as those marked by absence do— that keeping meant remembering, and remembering meant nothing would vanish. Others crossed her path, offered to help unfasten the straps. She refused. They did not know which talismans bled and which only looked like wounds. So she walked. Through salt seasons, through bone-rattling frost, through forests with no floor and skies that never asked her name. The bag grew heavier. She grew cleverer. Silent. And then— on a day that wasn’t special, under a sun that wasn’t kind— she set it down. Not as surrender. As an experiment. The earth did not crack. The ghosts did not scatter. Her shadow did not abandon her. She sifted the contents. Some were dust. Some were still singing. Some curled away like dried petals and begged to be left behind. She took a key. She took the bell. She left the rest for the moss. She walked on. Not lighter, exactly— but less governed by the shape of her grief.
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Jun 18, 2025
Jun 18, 2025 at 10:23 PM UTC
Burdens
A ******** enthusiast Whose pessimism is intrinsic And not fashioned A frequenter the doldrums With a penchant for exaggeration A confused Scorpio Plagued by ghosts of former selves Meandering along a thorny path Under darkened infinite skies Waiting for the severed backbone I Possess trailing behind To latch on And offer restoration and purpose An eternal student A slave to academia With an insatiable hunger for knowledge In the field of economics Governed by perfectionism That will be my demise A feminist A riot grrrl With an acute fascination with morbidity A worshipper of rock music And Professional headbanger An enlightened inner-directed soul An awakened dreamer Gouging out The remaining fragments of delusion From the eyes Embracing realism A sufferer Aspiring to be human.
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Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC
Riot grrrl
All this air is getting so thick With sick, powerful people, taking the open space all away Concrete on the parks, we use to play Imprison the mind until those dreams start to fade We're fighting for oxygen Suffocating on the stuff they make us breath. We're fighting for oxygen Make like the trees but, denied the ability to leave. We're fighting for oxygen They sold the air for a lot of corporate greed. You wouldn't understand all the hands Shaking ***** plans behind closed doors You wouldn't understand all the rich Switching winning sides of a poor man's war. How can I respect this beautiful land When it's governed by grease-palmed ****** How can I respect these political felons While I'm just fighting for oxygen? They tell me to take a stand for what's right In this place I still call free They tell me to take a stand "But only if it holds the same view as me" I'm looking up to stars, light years from this place Aligned to show a for sale sign on my face They'd sell the earth I enjoyed living in And make me fight for this oxygen
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Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 1:00 AM UTC
Fighting for Oxygen
What if I let you read my poems? A window to my prowess The edible part of this eccentric fruit The beauty of this beast The justification of this tongue-tied pride What if I let you see me? In an unexpected lightning Caught off guard No consciousness for good or bad No apology, no self-regard A mind without dogma or dead ends No societal influence Juried by mere conscience So much love, so much violence Hasty vengeance by the ARTLESS Derailed from logic and peer reference Governed by wimps and impulses Nutrition and *********** Nutrition and *********** Mankind’s infamous purpose Now.. Now let us go back to the green hill The good soothsayer's teaching The shackles of our being Let us close our eyes... and Breathe
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May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 6:28 AM UTC
core parts
When not governed By the natural forces Your soul is unrestricted Stretches along the Vastness of this universe Nothing weighs on you Neither does forces Anchor you to a place Living without boundaries Comes limitless possibilities Sailing through tranquility Without the obstructions Formlessness is defined Silhouette takes shape You become free flowing Wading through space Like an expert swimmer In the realm of No beginning and end When you realize You are part of this cosmos Accept the reality Beyond the limiting forces Soul become more intense It’s the will of indestructibility Existence in eternal sphere
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 9:10 AM UTC
Consciousness and Beyond