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Unbiased at least he was when he arrived on his mission, Having never set eyes on the land he was called to partition Between two peoples fanatically at odds, With their different diets and incompatible gods. "Time," they had briefed him in London, "is short. It's too late For mutual reconciliation or rational debate: The only solution now lies in separation. The Viceroy thinks, as you will see from his letter, That the less you are seen in his company the better, So we've arranged to provide you with other accommodation. We can give you four judges, two Moslem and two Hindu, To consult with, but the final decision must rest with you." Shut up in a lonely mansion, with police night and day Patrolling the gardens to keep the assassins away, He got down to work, to the task of settling the fate Of millions. The maps at his disposal were out of date And the Census Returns almost certainly incorrect, But there was no time to check them, no time to inspect Contested areas. The weather was frightfully hot, And a bout of dysentery kept him constantly on the trot, But in seven weeks it was done, the frontiers decided, A continent for better or worse divided. The next day he sailed for England, where he could quickly forget The case, as a good lawyer must. Return he would not, Afraid, as he told his Club, that he might get shot.

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Unbiased at least he was when he arrived on his mission, Having never set eyes on the land he was called to partition Between two peoples fanatically at odds, With their different diets and incompatible gods. "Time," they had briefed him in London, "is short. It's too late For mutual reconciliation or rational debate: The only solution now lies in separation. The Viceroy thinks, as you will see from his letter, That the less you are seen in his company the better, So we've arranged to provide you with other accommodation. We can give you four judges, two Moslem and two Hindu, To consult with, but the final decision must rest with you." Shut up in a lonely mansion, with police night and day Patrolling the gardens to keep the assassins away, He got down to work, to the task of settling the fate Of millions. The maps at his disposal were out of date And the Census Returns almost certainly incorrect, But there was no time to check them, no time to inspect Contested areas. The weather was frightfully hot, And a bout of dysentery kept him constantly on the trot, But in seven weeks it was done, the frontiers decided, A continent for better or worse divided. The next day he sailed for England, where he could quickly forget The case, as a good lawyer must. Return he would not, Afraid, as he told his Club, that he might get shot.

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once there was some self respect,now, life is control by drug useing interlect.taking all selflove aspect.turning you into a reject, forgeting pain so quick is incorrect truly a drug user defect.

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Mar 12, 2011

Mar 12, 2011 at 3:36 AM UTC

once there was some self respect,now, life is control by drug useing interlect.taking all selflove aspect.turning you into a reject, forgeting pain so quick is incorrect truly a drug user defect.

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incorrect something that should have never been incorrect a being of disillusioned experiences and truths inaccurate proportions and measurements which define me as a logical fallacy inaccurate colors and hues which do not correspond with my inner being imprecise ideas and beliefs spilled onto a canvas with little to no direction imprecise translations of my true self with no attempt to fix it mistake didn't think it through because I didn't think I had to mistake didn't predict the real outcome because I thought they'd understand failure with nothing more than a swift brush stroke and some applied use of sense of self failure was the only thing I could think of as I opened my eyes by the burning candle light

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May 28, 2014

May 28, 2014 at 2:46 AM UTC

incorrect something that should have never been incorrect a being of disillusioned experiences and truths inaccurate proportions and measurements which define me as a logical fallacy inaccurate colors and hues which do not correspond with my inner being imprecise ideas and beliefs spilled onto a canvas with little to no direction imprecise translations of my true self with no attempt to fix it mistake didn't think it through because I didn't think I had to mistake didn't predict the real outcome because I thought they'd understand failure with nothing more than a swift brush stroke and some applied use of sense of self failure was the only thing I could think of as I opened my eyes by the burning candle light

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Bravery is not, Easy to find, In a culture such as mine, We often define, An incorrect view of what is good, What deserves praise or should, Be acknowledged by those who could, Hand out honours. Bravery is not, In shooting a gun, At another man's son, Or in knowing you've won, So with a buffer going for the glory, So you can have the best story, Of how you scored the key, Winning blow. Bravery is not, A foolish choice made, That through luck somehow paid, Off but always weighed, Down your chances of success, Though you always said: "Yes", When asked: "Was it for the best?" After time passed. Bravery is, Admitting to yourself that you, Might have been wrong to, Assume what you always knew, About yourself was definitely right, And that things might, Not be as black and white, As you thought. Bravery is, Telling people you were wrong, That you don't belong, In the category you were in all along, And in fact there's more to the truth, When it comes to you, And getting to know who, Lives in your skin. Bravery is, Disagreeing with normality, Arguing with the morality, Put forward by the society, That thinks its way is above, All else, And loving who you love, And being proud of, **WHO YOU ARE**

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Apr 16, 2015

Apr 16, 2015 at 1:41 PM UTC

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Bravery is not, Easy to find, In a culture such as mine, We often define, An incorrect view of what is good, What deserves praise or should, Be acknowledged by those who could, Hand out honours. Bravery is not, In shooting a gun, At another man's son, Or in knowing you've won, So with a buffer going for the glory, So you can have the best story, Of how you scored the key, Winning blow. Bravery is not, A foolish choice made, That through luck somehow paid, Off but always weighed, Down your chances of success, Though you always said: "Yes", When asked: "Was it for the best?" After time passed. Bravery is, Admitting to yourself that you, Might have been wrong to, Assume what you always knew, About yourself was definitely right, And that things might, Not be as black and white, As you thought. Bravery is, Telling people you were wrong, That you don't belong, In the category you were in all along, And in fact there's more to the truth, When it comes to you, And getting to know who, Lives in your skin. Bravery is, Disagreeing with normality, Arguing with the morality, Put forward by the society, That thinks its way is above, All else, And loving who you love, And being proud of, **WHO YOU ARE**

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_1981_ They came in like diseased eagles; mutated forms of those they wore on their chest and with the change once again in the weather, the ZOMO swooped in to quell what was ‘wrong’, what would bring them down. They run in the streets as well as the miners, running for different reasons and different aims. I look down, out my window and see the army helmets littering the street like rats. Police. Rats. I could no longer see a difference. My father went to work that morning. I clutch my doll knowing the chance of seeing him again is Miniscule. Poor. There is no more cereal in the cupboard; there is no more cereal in the shop; there is no more shop. The ZOMO set it on fire when the word Solidarity appeared in the window. “We are closing the border for the safety of the People” Incorrect. Unjustified. For the safety of You, the Elite. “Nine killed in mine shooting” Which side? Only the ZOMO carry guns. Fascism. Communism. I could no longer see a difference

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Apr 9, 2017

Apr 9, 2017 at 9:40 AM UTC

_1981_ They came in like diseased eagles; mutated forms of those they wore on their chest and with the change once again in the weather, the ZOMO swooped in to quell what was ‘wrong’, what would bring them down. They run in the streets as well as the miners, running for different reasons and different aims. I look down, out my window and see the army helmets littering the street like rats. Police. Rats. I could no longer see a difference. My father went to work that morning. I clutch my doll knowing the chance of seeing him again is Miniscule. Poor. There is no more cereal in the cupboard; there is no more cereal in the shop; there is no more shop. The ZOMO set it on fire when the word Solidarity appeared in the window. “We are closing the border for the safety of the People” Incorrect. Unjustified. For the safety of You, the Elite. “Nine killed in mine shooting” Which side? Only the ZOMO carry guns. Fascism. Communism. I could no longer see a difference

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We are bred to be slaves but what keeps us in chains? There must be something that allows the deranged The key that locks our flowing lion's mane. How we ought to say we are ashamed That in America we talk of freedom When most are economic slaves; You're not incorrect to say this. But what is keeping you enslaved? Unplug for a while. Sit in stillness if you will it. The answers will come to you, If you ask, and you feel it.

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Dec 19, 2014

Dec 19, 2014 at 3:54 AM UTC

Economic Slavery

We are bred to be slaves but what keeps us in chains? There must be something that allows the deranged The key that locks our flowing lion's mane. How we ought to say we are ashamed That in America we talk of freedom When most are economic slaves; You're not incorrect to say this. But what is keeping you enslaved? Unplug for a while. Sit in stillness if you will it. The answers will come to you, If you ask, and you feel it.

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I am Comfortable able to ease your fears with a smile or a flip of my appropriately curly hair. I am forgiven traffic ticket proper sentences and twinkly eyes, able to quickly ease your alarm I am Just a Warning I am The Exception elegant sentences king's English never tolerating the incorrect use of their I am private college education the accessory to your culture the other to your subject always complimentary, but never the source of discussion I am Beautiful Accompanied by "What are you mixed with" A reflection of appropriation for my own culture Too White for Black, Too Black for White I am inner city in the suburbs I am Lightskinned the kind of Black that keeps you Comfortable.

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May 15, 2015

May 15, 2015 at 5:04 PM UTC

I am Comfortable able to ease your fears with a smile or a flip of my appropriately curly hair. I am forgiven traffic ticket proper sentences and twinkly eyes, able to quickly ease your alarm I am Just a Warning I am The Exception elegant sentences king's English never tolerating the incorrect use of their I am private college education the accessory to your culture the other to your subject always complimentary, but never the source of discussion I am Beautiful Accompanied by "What are you mixed with" A reflection of appropriation for my own culture Too White for Black, Too Black for White I am inner city in the suburbs I am Lightskinned the kind of Black that keeps you Comfortable.

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You came back with rage again You stupid, freaking, angry pen I used to think that we were friends But that seems to be coming to an end You're an angry pen A crazy pen I don't like you one bit You're a lazy pen A stupid pen A freaking baby nudist pen And I Hate You I want to write but you're too busy distracting me With you're incorrect grammar and all your pointless babbling I can't believe this is happening How can a pen be mad at me? I feel like a disciple and this pen is just a Sadducee And I'm ****** off, again But this time it's going to stay All I wanted to do was play But this pen led me astray And I hate it Every little click makes me cringe Every little word I write makes me want more revenge But lets face it... What exactly would I do a pen? Instead of taking it a part and putting it back together again Well, it depends... But honestly pens don't really make good friends You rusty pen You musty pen You mother freaking ugly pen! I hate you pen! I breake you pen! I can't wait to look down from Heaven and see your face in hell.

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Sep 17, 2013

Sep 17, 2013 at 8:46 PM UTC

Angry Pen pt. 2

You came back with rage again You stupid, freaking, angry pen I used to think that we were friends But that seems to be coming to an end You're an angry pen A crazy pen I don't like you one bit You're a lazy pen A stupid pen A freaking baby nudist pen And I Hate You I want to write but you're too busy distracting me With you're incorrect grammar and all your pointless babbling I can't believe this is happening How can a pen be mad at me? I feel like a disciple and this pen is just a Sadducee And I'm ****** off, again But this time it's going to stay All I wanted to do was play But this pen led me astray And I hate it Every little click makes me cringe Every little word I write makes me want more revenge But lets face it... What exactly would I do a pen? Instead of taking it a part and putting it back together again Well, it depends... But honestly pens don't really make good friends You rusty pen You musty pen You mother freaking ugly pen! I hate you pen! I breake you pen! I can't wait to look down from Heaven and see your face in hell.

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http://m.wikihow.com/Unhook-a-Bra Pinch the eyelets but oh so gently, To properly unhook the device to safely release paradise From it's containment chamber. This be one of many secrets to unlocking The mechanism that holds some of the happy things The human body artist conceived To perpetuate the Species. According to the internet, To extract joy to the world correctly, Depends upon both your station and your Positioning. Thus, it helps to have GPS, Which most men think is that pointy thing Between their legs, But is not. Given the laws of gravity, And other natural limitations, Sadly that utensil of little avail In this surgical operation. If one desires to release the tension Between the connectors of the protectors, Guardians of her heart, It will be necessary to Let your fingers do the walking. So cut and paste the title above, In your web browser place! Do your homework or risk feeling As petite as a schnauzer. Seems your natural tendency, Righty or lefty, matters in this endeavor, Of which I was unawares, oft pressing the incorrect lever. This, the likely cause of my spectacular Teenage Fumblings and failures. Had I known that fact, In the days before the Internet, Surely I would have brought along my Catchers mitt To step up my game. Sage advice the article provides: *Get a bra, and practice, practice, practice! It gets easier with experience.* But methinks that is a bit of a Risky adventure, Lest you be seen boy, Practicing upon yourself, Or even a dummy, Dummy! So cut and paste the title above In your web browser, Do your home work or risk feeling As petite as a pocket schnauzer. But the most important tip This wealthy article of information provides, The conclusion. In the hour of your desperate struggle, Drooping Ego And Crushed Pride, Ask for assistance from one more practiced, Hopefully nearby, Whose help usually comes with a charming smile of touching condescension For your male idiocy and verbal in-articulation. *She, unawares, that you have got her Positioned precisely where you want!* For when you lift her up, In a free state, the one Divinity intended, and in your arms, enfolded and protected, In one grand poetic gesture, Sweep her off her feet, Her surprise will be **.. O So Touching!**

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Aug 9, 2013

Aug 9, 2013 at 6:30 PM UTC

Unhook-a-Bra (2013)

http://m.wikihow.com/Unhook-a-Bra Pinch the eyelets but oh so gently, To properly unhook the device to safely release paradise From it's containment chamber. This be one of many secrets to unlocking The mechanism that holds some of the happy things The human body artist conceived To perpetuate the Species. According to the internet, To extract joy to the world correctly, Depends upon both your station and your Positioning. Thus, it helps to have GPS, Which most men think is that pointy thing Between their legs, But is not. Given the laws of gravity, And other natural limitations, Sadly that utensil of little avail In this surgical operation. If one desires to release the tension Between the connectors of the protectors, Guardians of her heart, It will be necessary to Let your fingers do the walking. So cut and paste the title above, In your web browser place! Do your homework or risk feeling As petite as a schnauzer. Seems your natural tendency, Righty or lefty, matters in this endeavor, Of which I was unawares, oft pressing the incorrect lever. This, the likely cause of my spectacular Teenage Fumblings and failures. Had I known that fact, In the days before the Internet, Surely I would have brought along my Catchers mitt To step up my game. Sage advice the article provides: *Get a bra, and practice, practice, practice! It gets easier with experience.* But methinks that is a bit of a Risky adventure, Lest you be seen boy, Practicing upon yourself, Or even a dummy, Dummy! So cut and paste the title above In your web browser, Do your home work or risk feeling As petite as a pocket schnauzer. But the most important tip This wealthy article of information provides, The conclusion. In the hour of your desperate struggle, Drooping Ego And Crushed Pride, Ask for assistance from one more practiced, Hopefully nearby, Whose help usually comes with a charming smile of touching condescension For your male idiocy and verbal in-articulation. *She, unawares, that you have got her Positioned precisely where you want!* For when you lift her up, In a free state, the one Divinity intended, and in your arms, enfolded and protected, In one grand poetic gesture, Sweep her off her feet, Her surprise will be **.. O So Touching!**

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A test is nothing more than: one man's way of gauging another man's way of calculating another man's way of thinking all so pride may be synthesized in forms of correct and incorrect put to paper for someone's satisfaction.

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Mar 23, 2012

Mar 23, 2012 at 3:14 AM UTC

Synthesize Pride

A test is nothing more than: one man's way of gauging another man's way of calculating another man's way of thinking all so pride may be synthesized in forms of correct and incorrect put to paper for someone's satisfaction.

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Tremendous effort by those who develop ability to keep their tongue in check For a day from being politically incorrect I do mind when you look at me Saying do not mind and then proceed to tell Another cutting sexist bad humour.

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Mar 8, 2022

Mar 8, 2022 at 2:01 PM UTC

Happy Women's Day

Tremendous effort by those who develop ability to keep their tongue in check For a day from being politically incorrect I do mind when you look at me Saying do not mind and then proceed to tell Another cutting sexist bad humour.

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Didn't listen to a word they said, Don't let it go to your head, No sweeter than a siamese cat, A pillow soft to follow that. I am me I am honesty, I am me to be honest highly modest, To dress you up not incorrect, As I lead you on that subject txt, No sense of cure no maintenance here, No in betweens to acetate fewer. I am me I'm honesty, I am modest to be honest. To the people on the street, In all my work friends up all week, And in glory you appear, At night you disappear. I am me I'm honesty. I am modest to be honest, In private times asking this big question, Its easy to sell in one direction. A give or take its hard to make, Give me one more big suggestion. I am me I'm honesty, I am modest I do promise, I am me I'm honesty, I'm getting away from my O'Reily office. @O'Reily26102012

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Aug 11, 2014

Aug 11, 2014 at 1:38 AM UTC

I Am Me I'm Honesty

Didn't listen to a word they said, Don't let it go to your head, No sweeter than a siamese cat, A pillow soft to follow that. I am me I am honesty, I am me to be honest highly modest, To dress you up not incorrect, As I lead you on that subject txt, No sense of cure no maintenance here, No in betweens to acetate fewer. I am me I'm honesty, I am modest to be honest. To the people on the street, In all my work friends up all week, And in glory you appear, At night you disappear. I am me I'm honesty. I am modest to be honest, In private times asking this big question, Its easy to sell in one direction. A give or take its hard to make, Give me one more big suggestion. I am me I'm honesty, I am modest I do promise, I am me I'm honesty, I'm getting away from my O'Reily office. @O'Reily26102012

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Firstly, I'm not a body-shamer. To each their own (a good phrase, though grammatically incorrect), But sometimes I find it hard to understand The tatoos, the piercings, the colors and placements. The usual answer, if I dare ask: I'mhxpressthinmythelf. Good for you. Does the diaper pin through your cheek Tell us you're a Dad or something. Na. The quarter inch bolt and nut through your ear? Are you a machinist or a plumber, or something? Na. The doll-house plates in your lips? Are you a Duck Dynasty fan? A member of the Audubon Society or something? No. I'mapontingxprschmyselpth! Sorry, what was that? I'mapontingxprschmyselpth. I'm sorry. I don't quite get what you're saying. I don't mean to be rude, But could you express those plates for a minute... I... I get it.

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Feb 13, 2017

Feb 13, 2017 at 1:45 PM UTC

Express Yourself

Firstly, I'm not a body-shamer. To each their own (a good phrase, though grammatically incorrect), But sometimes I find it hard to understand The tatoos, the piercings, the colors and placements. The usual answer, if I dare ask: I'mhxpressthinmythelf. Good for you. Does the diaper pin through your cheek Tell us you're a Dad or something. Na. The quarter inch bolt and nut through your ear? Are you a machinist or a plumber, or something? Na. The doll-house plates in your lips? Are you a Duck Dynasty fan? A member of the Audubon Society or something? No. I'mapontingxprschmyselpth! Sorry, what was that? I'mapontingxprschmyselpth. I'm sorry. I don't quite get what you're saying. I don't mean to be rude, But could you express those plates for a minute... I... I get it.

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My intuition is telling me, There will be better days approaching... I'm attempting to approach the approbation Of my career that I is going to fulfil... My thoughts get real rational, My feelings get real vivid, My chic get elevated, Consistently... My intuition is telling me, There will be better days idiosyncratic... My intuition is never incorrect, My intuition is illumine not an illusion... With my intuition I'm imperturbable Consistently... Not everyone has the same one... Not everyone has the same one... Not everyone has the same one...

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Jan 17, 2017

Jan 17, 2017 at 6:32 PM UTC

My Intuition...

My intuition is telling me, There will be better days approaching... I'm attempting to approach the approbation Of my career that I is going to fulfil... My thoughts get real rational, My feelings get real vivid, My chic get elevated, Consistently... My intuition is telling me, There will be better days idiosyncratic... My intuition is never incorrect, My intuition is illumine not an illusion... With my intuition I'm imperturbable Consistently... Not everyone has the same one... Not everyone has the same one... Not everyone has the same one...

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BWOY This DISRESPECT Thing’s... ..... Really Interesting..... !!! Many CLAIM Disrespect... Because of TRUTH Said... That Upsets Their Heads... !?! Well In My Experience... These Heads Are DELIRIOUS... !!! Cos’ Their Form of Defence... Is Mostly PURE NONSENSE... ?!? From Women To Men... They Act Like Children... !?! When They’re Taken To Task... For Behaving Like An *** Whose Not Had Some Grass... !!! Standing On Grounds... Where Their Morals AREN'T Sound... !!! QUICK To Run Their Mouths... Like... Lipsticked Clowns... Cos' Their Disrespect Circus... Really Has NO PURPOSE... !?!?!?! Cos Their Acts Are WORTHLESS... Like A... BURNED Epidermis... !!!! Cos' Their Skins Are TOO Thin... For The Truth To WIN... !!! So Their Disrespect Begins... With... RIDICULOUS Links... !!! So... Wrong And Strong... Is What They PROLONG................... When THEIR DISRESPECT... Is Proved To LACK Strength... !!! Because What They Try... Is To Try To... DENY... TheIr Fallacies And LIES... !?! Cos’ They're NOT Wise Guys... !!! Whose Type of DISRESPECT... Leaves People... DEAD... !!!!!! Especially When … They Come INCORRECT... !!! I’ve Now Been Disrespected … By So Many Collectives... That It Feels Like An Infection … That WON’T STOP Spreading... !!! As If I Am... The Target... For IGNORANCE To Market... !?! But It’s Now Become CLEAR... That My Veneer And Thinking Steers... Most Eyes And Ears To Clearly FEAR... When I Start To Draw NEAR... !!!!! Because of My Skin... And Because of My Lips... ?!? And Because My Words... Are TOO PURE For The Herds... of These SHEOPLE People... !!! So I’m TOO BLACK For Some... But NOT Black Enough For Others... Who Share The Same Colour... ?!? As If... Taking Care of My Mother... Was … DISRESPECTING... My Own … Blackness... ?!? Some People Should THINK... BEFORE They Link... Their Words To Things... That Are Clearly STUPID... !!!! So Of Course Some Women... Have Run Their Lips Like SINKING Ships... !!! When It Comes To How... I Break Them Down... DISRESPECT of My TALENT... ?!? When I Choose To CHALLENGE... Their... DOUBLE Standards... !!!!!!!! With Words That RAVAGE... The LIES They... Manage... !!! Has PROVEN To FEED... DISRESPECT Speech... From IGNORANT Peeps’... Who Seem To BELIEVE... That They Really Know Me... ? DISRESPECT For THEM... Are Thoughts That Lend... Themselves To Express... SO MUCH NONSENSE... !?!?! That I Now Call Them... ..... IGNORAMUSES..... !!! So Called... " Friends "... And.... " Acquaintances ".... Should DO THIS LESS... !!! Choose To EXPRESS... A Lot of Talk That’s DEFECTIVE... !!! Because Just Like ME... NOBODY's ABOVE... Being............... .......“ DISRESPECTED “..... !!!!!

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Aug 23, 2020

Aug 23, 2020 at 12:03 AM UTC

“Disrespected” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 28/2/2020

BWOY This DISRESPECT Thing’s... ..... Really Interesting..... !!! Many CLAIM Disrespect... Because of TRUTH Said... That Upsets Their Heads... !?! Well In My Experience... These Heads Are DELIRIOUS... !!! Cos’ Their Form of Defence... Is Mostly PURE NONSENSE... ?!? From Women To Men... They Act Like Children... !?! When They’re Taken To Task... For Behaving Like An *** Whose Not Had Some Grass... !!! Standing On Grounds... Where Their Morals AREN'T Sound... !!! QUICK To Run Their Mouths... Like... Lipsticked Clowns... Cos' Their Disrespect Circus... Really Has NO PURPOSE... !?!?!?! Cos Their Acts Are WORTHLESS... Like A... BURNED Epidermis... !!!! Cos' Their Skins Are TOO Thin... For The Truth To WIN... !!! So Their Disrespect Begins... With... RIDICULOUS Links... !!! So... Wrong And Strong... Is What They PROLONG................... When THEIR DISRESPECT... Is Proved To LACK Strength... !!! Because What They Try... Is To Try To... DENY... TheIr Fallacies And LIES... !?! Cos’ They're NOT Wise Guys... !!! Whose Type of DISRESPECT... Leaves People... DEAD... !!!!!! Especially When … They Come INCORRECT... !!! I’ve Now Been Disrespected … By So Many Collectives... That It Feels Like An Infection … That WON’T STOP Spreading... !!! As If I Am... The Target... For IGNORANCE To Market... !?! But It’s Now Become CLEAR... That My Veneer And Thinking Steers... Most Eyes And Ears To Clearly FEAR... When I Start To Draw NEAR... !!!!! Because of My Skin... And Because of My Lips... ?!? And Because My Words... Are TOO PURE For The Herds... of These SHEOPLE People... !!! So I’m TOO BLACK For Some... But NOT Black Enough For Others... Who Share The Same Colour... ?!? As If... Taking Care of My Mother... Was … DISRESPECTING... My Own … Blackness... ?!? Some People Should THINK... BEFORE They Link... Their Words To Things... That Are Clearly STUPID... !!!! So Of Course Some Women... Have Run Their Lips Like SINKING Ships... !!! When It Comes To How... I Break Them Down... DISRESPECT of My TALENT... ?!? When I Choose To CHALLENGE... Their... DOUBLE Standards... !!!!!!!! With Words That RAVAGE... The LIES They... Manage... !!! Has PROVEN To FEED... DISRESPECT Speech... From IGNORANT Peeps’... Who Seem To BELIEVE... That They Really Know Me... ? DISRESPECT For THEM... Are Thoughts That Lend... Themselves To Express... SO MUCH NONSENSE... !?!?! That I Now Call Them... ..... IGNORAMUSES..... !!! So Called... " Friends "... And.... " Acquaintances ".... Should DO THIS LESS... !!! Choose To EXPRESS... A Lot of Talk That’s DEFECTIVE... !!! Because Just Like ME... NOBODY's ABOVE... Being............... .......“ DISRESPECTED “..... !!!!!

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I am the ********** and poetry is my **** slapping me around with its, enriched vocabulary, scarred vowels across my face. A-E-I-O-U, i owe you, 1 minute of sinful poetry. I put a ****** on the mic so I wouldn't pass off my poetic S.T.D. infecting the dictionary. but my grammar was incorrect. after 9 months- OOPS! out comes the alphabet. and when i gave birth to English, you took it from me and created tongue twisters, poetic metaphors that will have you, speechless. and I'm back at point one. I am the ********** and poetry is my **** scarred vowels across my face. A-E-I-O-U.

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Apr 29, 2010

Apr 29, 2010 at 6:48 PM UTC

I am the ********** and poetry is my **** slapping me around with its, enriched vocabulary, scarred vowels across my face. A-E-I-O-U, i owe you, 1 minute of sinful poetry. I put a ****** on the mic so I wouldn't pass off my poetic S.T.D. infecting the dictionary. but my grammar was incorrect. after 9 months- OOPS! out comes the alphabet. and when i gave birth to English, you took it from me and created tongue twisters, poetic metaphors that will have you, speechless. and I'm back at point one. I am the ********** and poetry is my **** scarred vowels across my face. A-E-I-O-U.

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I don't want to be perfect What an incorrect prospect I like my defect At least I'm not an object My eyes do not resemble suns My words are more like guns Aimed at your sons I've only just begun My hair is not soft and fine You simply cannot define Or enshrine Standby and do not whine My thoughts are not innocent and pure Nothing is secure But I am certainly not your saviour My behaviour brings danger I am not your entertainer My hands are not are not flowers I have different powers Which devours and towers Over your mouth as he cowers Nature is not just beautiful And neither am I How dare you belittle it with unsuitable lies Save your goodbyes I am not your demise, that would be unwise Do you not realise I have a disguise? I am not perfect Yet you could never recreate and resurrect my imperfections Save your affections I need to find my own directions, away from your infectious reflections

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Jun 2, 2014

Jun 2, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC

I don't want to be perfect What an incorrect prospect I like my defect At least I'm not an object My eyes do not resemble suns My words are more like guns Aimed at your sons I've only just begun My hair is not soft and fine You simply cannot define Or enshrine Standby and do not whine My thoughts are not innocent and pure Nothing is secure But I am certainly not your saviour My behaviour brings danger I am not your entertainer My hands are not are not flowers I have different powers Which devours and towers Over your mouth as he cowers Nature is not just beautiful And neither am I How dare you belittle it with unsuitable lies Save your goodbyes I am not your demise, that would be unwise Do you not realise I have a disguise? I am not perfect Yet you could never recreate and resurrect my imperfections Save your affections I need to find my own directions, away from your infectious reflections

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All suffering comes from the inability to stand pain. As long as these two, suffering and pain, are not distinguished with the razor-sharp sword of wisdom, we will continue to suffer. But it would be incorrect to say, that we are indeed able, but unwilling, because no one likes to suffer. There is a flash of awareness, when we perceive the possibility, yet being able to, in a way, that is given to us. Not from a God outside of us, as if this would play favorites. I can’t describe any way to that place. I just know that it happens sometimes. And this awareness causes immediately complete relief. © Barbara-Paraprem, 2015

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May 8, 2015

May 8, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC

barbara-paraprem

SUFFERING AND PAIN

All suffering comes from the inability to stand pain. As long as these two, suffering and pain, are not distinguished with the razor-sharp sword of wisdom, we will continue to suffer. But it would be incorrect to say, that we are indeed able, but unwilling, because no one likes to suffer. There is a flash of awareness, when we perceive the possibility, yet being able to, in a way, that is given to us. Not from a God outside of us, as if this would play favorites. I can’t describe any way to that place. I just know that it happens sometimes. And this awareness causes immediately complete relief. © Barbara-Paraprem, 2015

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Stochastic perfection Staccato smoothness Screaming comfort Mental duress Gutter rat beauty Sensory control Primal sophistication Mutating soul Indecipherable pitch Blinding vision Deafening clarity Reckless precision Simplistic genius Street-wise intellect Monosyllabic truth Politically incorrect Emotional apocalypse Raging articulation Distorted calm Dominating freedom Numbingly sensitive Inappropriate dignity Contemplative explosion Tempestuous tranquility

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Feb 14, 2012

Feb 14, 2012 at 5:20 PM UTC

Dedicated to The Foo Fighters

Stochastic perfection Staccato smoothness Screaming comfort Mental duress Gutter rat beauty Sensory control Primal sophistication Mutating soul Indecipherable pitch Blinding vision Deafening clarity Reckless precision Simplistic genius Street-wise intellect Monosyllabic truth Politically incorrect Emotional apocalypse Raging articulation Distorted calm Dominating freedom Numbingly sensitive Inappropriate dignity Contemplative explosion Tempestuous tranquility

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You look too good to be true You must be bad You look like my future boo I would be glad You look too bad to be good I must be mad You look like ur in the mood Maybe just a tad. You look too fly to be down (for me) I must be nervous, Because your silly *** frown Says you might just curve us. You look too hip to be scared I know that I'm ripped But when we're both in the bed I gotta handle them hips You look too fine to be mind I hope I'm incorrect I don't mind being behind When I dig in ***** Why don't you bring those curves to us So I can put my line in you Koz girl this is a bad bust And I'm finna put you in line BUT Most importantly. You is you

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Aug 27, 2018

Aug 27, 2018 at 2:46 PM UTC

You look too good to be true You must be bad You look like my future boo I would be glad You look too bad to be good I must be mad You look like ur in the mood Maybe just a tad. You look too fly to be down (for me) I must be nervous, Because your silly *** frown Says you might just curve us. You look too hip to be scared I know that I'm ripped But when we're both in the bed I gotta handle them hips You look too fine to be mind I hope I'm incorrect I don't mind being behind When I dig in ***** Why don't you bring those curves to us So I can put my line in you Koz girl this is a bad bust And I'm finna put you in line BUT Most importantly. You is you

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(Inspired by Ethan Smith's poem of the same title.) You’ve taken so many different pieces of others’ personalities and put them together to form me that I don’t even know who the real me is anymore… Let alone knowing that I am still partially you, as much as I hate it, I have to recognise it… and what’s more As much as I hate it, I don’t hate you don’t hate the way you still bore a hole into my heart, Remember that. Sarah… I haven’t said your name in so long because I’ve spent years trying to convince everyone- myself included- that you were gone, that you are nothing but a distant, fallacious, distorted memory, that the thought of you drowns out my reality and leaves me shaking and broken and that at the same time, I haven’t changed a god **** thing about myself, but we both know that that’s complete ******** We are two completely different people, you made me feel like a prisoner within myself, but I suppose you were only doing what you thought needed to do to survive. It’s a shame it didn’t work, I’m sorry, that we ran out of time. When grandma said her baby girl had died, that the light had gone from her eyes she was wrong, I told her so but she’d be incorrect to assume that you are still living inside of me, instead you are ticking inside of me, ticking like a bomb waiting to explode, Sarah. The name sounds foreign your eyes are terrifying me your old friends are boring the hell out of me; your voice is one I don’t recognise. Hell, I barely recognise myself anymore and I guess I have you to thank for that But remember as much as I hate the fact that you still exist inside of me… I have to recognise that I can’t hate someone who was me for so long.

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Nov 4, 2014

Nov 4, 2014 at 4:14 PM UTC

samthechangeling

A Letter To The Girl I Used To Be

(Inspired by Ethan Smith's poem of the same title.) You’ve taken so many different pieces of others’ personalities and put them together to form me that I don’t even know who the real me is anymore… Let alone knowing that I am still partially you, as much as I hate it, I have to recognise it… and what’s more As much as I hate it, I don’t hate you don’t hate the way you still bore a hole into my heart, Remember that. Sarah… I haven’t said your name in so long because I’ve spent years trying to convince everyone- myself included- that you were gone, that you are nothing but a distant, fallacious, distorted memory, that the thought of you drowns out my reality and leaves me shaking and broken and that at the same time, I haven’t changed a god **** thing about myself, but we both know that that’s complete ******** We are two completely different people, you made me feel like a prisoner within myself, but I suppose you were only doing what you thought needed to do to survive. It’s a shame it didn’t work, I’m sorry, that we ran out of time. When grandma said her baby girl had died, that the light had gone from her eyes she was wrong, I told her so but she’d be incorrect to assume that you are still living inside of me, instead you are ticking inside of me, ticking like a bomb waiting to explode, Sarah. The name sounds foreign your eyes are terrifying me your old friends are boring the hell out of me; your voice is one I don’t recognise. Hell, I barely recognise myself anymore and I guess I have you to thank for that But remember as much as I hate the fact that you still exist inside of me… I have to recognise that I can’t hate someone who was me for so long.

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you don't like my words but you preach yours. your words are full of frightful hate, and childish ignorance. your veins are black just like your distraught style. and your heart is cold, just like your fate. you may think I'm harsh, you may think I'm incorrect, but my opinion will still say the same, just like your indecencies

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May 28, 2014

May 28, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC

you don't like my words but you preach yours. your words are full of frightful hate, and childish ignorance. your veins are black just like your distraught style. and your heart is cold, just like your fate. you may think I'm harsh, you may think I'm incorrect, but my opinion will still say the same, just like your indecencies

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you tended to parasites, thinking they were blossoms. you expected them to grow around and into the person i used to be. you expected something beautiful. but now, vines are constricting me, growing around me, curling inside me. insects are scuttling on me, through me, they are a part of me. i am made up of parasites, of weeds, and wilted flowers. everything good in me has been devoured by everything bad you've cultivated. (i reach out to you, hoping you will feed me with praises, with smiles, with gentle intentions.) but you water me with hurtful words, disappointed gazes, and angry actions. you expect a paradise in me, and you are disappointed when you see a barren wasteland in the person i was supposed to be. and i am disappointed because i cannot grow the way you want me to with the way you nurture me.

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May 29, 2017

May 29, 2017 at 5:03 PM UTC

incorrect growth

you tended to parasites, thinking they were blossoms. you expected them to grow around and into the person i used to be. you expected something beautiful. but now, vines are constricting me, growing around me, curling inside me. insects are scuttling on me, through me, they are a part of me. i am made up of parasites, of weeds, and wilted flowers. everything good in me has been devoured by everything bad you've cultivated. (i reach out to you, hoping you will feed me with praises, with smiles, with gentle intentions.) but you water me with hurtful words, disappointed gazes, and angry actions. you expect a paradise in me, and you are disappointed when you see a barren wasteland in the person i was supposed to be. and i am disappointed because i cannot grow the way you want me to with the way you nurture me.

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**** These... ... Liars And LIARS... !!! Aren’t These Folks TIRED... ?!? of ALL of Their Lies... Deceit And YES Crimes... !!! Cos’ It’s A CRIME To DENY... The Truth From The Minds... of Those Who SUPPORT... What Comes From Their Jaws... !!! These Days There’s A WAR... On The TRUTH Now For Sure... !!! From Rooms of BIG Boards... To Those Filled With LORDS... And This Year's ENSURED... That Corona Has FORCED... !!! MANY To... QUESTION... ?!? If LIES Have Been Spreading... MORE Than The Infection... !?! And This... U.S. Election... Has POOR Vote Collections... !!! That Has Donald Trump... And His People Flummoxed... ?!? Because They’ve Been STUNNED... By The Votes For... Biden... !!! Having Claimed That He’d Won... BEFORE... Postal Ballots... Started To Cause DAMAGE... To His Hopes To Inhabit... The Whitehouse And Manage... Like Some New Age Fascist... !!! Or... Is THAT A LIE... ?!? When He Could Be The Guy... To Set The World Right... ? And To Stop Paedophiles... Who Are From Wealthy Tribes... !!! Or... Is THAT FAKE News... ? And Simply... UNTRUE... ?!? Now I DON'T Have A Clue... Unlike... Q'ANON Crews... !!!! Whose Theories Are Deemed... To Now Be... FALLACIES... By These Media Teams... Who Of Course NEVER LIE... !!! Because Their Talk Is PURE... And Don’t Meddle With Child... !?! I Think There Are LIARS... Whose Pants Are On FIRE... Who... Should Be Retired... !!! From Feeding Us News... With Their Bias In View... !!! As If It Is... " COOL "... To Keep The Truth Skewed... !?! When … Many of Them... MAY BE Paedophiles Too... ?!? When They’re In The Blend... And Clearly Have Spent... Time With Names … ALLEGED... To Have Messed With Children... !!! Something’s INCORRECT... When Those That PRESENT... Are QUICK To Suggest... That They And Their Friends... Are Cleaner Than Sheen... !!! ... NOT Charlie... !!! ... The CLEANER... That Keeps Surfaces Clean... !!! Well To Me Their Demeanour... Needs A Bit More Inspection... Just Like This Election... of... TWENTY TWENTY... !!! Where It Seems That... ... Court Scenes... Will Define Who Will Be... In The Presidents Seat... America’s Shrouded... In Much That Is Clouded... And May Well Reveal... A World of FALLACIES... !!! Where LIARS Are PLACED... In A Place Where They Make... Decisions For MASSES... Where Lies Become Standard... And Be Things That RAVAGE... Through CORPORATE SAVAGE... And Liars Who Package... New Falsehoods To DAMAGE... A Future Where Freedoms... And Lives Keep COLLAPSING... Because of These Leaders... Who’ll Leave The Truth CRASHING... !!! The Future Looks TRAGIC... When Elections Cause PANIC... !!! PROTESTS And … Madness... That Leave Things Unbalanced... !!! Where Newsrooms Conspire... ... To Be FALSIFIERS... of What... SHOULD Be Desired... Reports That Speak TRUTH... Instead of... FAKE News... !!! That Clearly Requires... An ABUNDANCE of... ...... “ LIARS “...... !!!

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Nov 17, 2020

Nov 17, 2020 at 1:33 AM UTC

“LIARS” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 5/11/2020

**** These... ... Liars And LIARS... !!! Aren’t These Folks TIRED... ?!? of ALL of Their Lies... Deceit And YES Crimes... !!! Cos’ It’s A CRIME To DENY... The Truth From The Minds... of Those Who SUPPORT... What Comes From Their Jaws... !!! These Days There’s A WAR... On The TRUTH Now For Sure... !!! From Rooms of BIG Boards... To Those Filled With LORDS... And This Year's ENSURED... That Corona Has FORCED... !!! MANY To... QUESTION... ?!? If LIES Have Been Spreading... MORE Than The Infection... !?! And This... U.S. Election... Has POOR Vote Collections... !!! That Has Donald Trump... And His People Flummoxed... ?!? Because They’ve Been STUNNED... By The Votes For... Biden... !!! Having Claimed That He’d Won... BEFORE... Postal Ballots... Started To Cause DAMAGE... To His Hopes To Inhabit... The Whitehouse And Manage... Like Some New Age Fascist... !!! Or... Is THAT A LIE... ?!? When He Could Be The Guy... To Set The World Right... ? And To Stop Paedophiles... Who Are From Wealthy Tribes... !!! Or... Is THAT FAKE News... ? And Simply... UNTRUE... ?!? Now I DON'T Have A Clue... Unlike... Q'ANON Crews... !!!! Whose Theories Are Deemed... To Now Be... FALLACIES... By These Media Teams... Who Of Course NEVER LIE... !!! Because Their Talk Is PURE... And Don’t Meddle With Child... !?! I Think There Are LIARS... Whose Pants Are On FIRE... Who... Should Be Retired... !!! From Feeding Us News... With Their Bias In View... !!! As If It Is... " COOL "... To Keep The Truth Skewed... !?! When … Many of Them... MAY BE Paedophiles Too... ?!? When They’re In The Blend... And Clearly Have Spent... Time With Names … ALLEGED... To Have Messed With Children... !!! Something’s INCORRECT... When Those That PRESENT... Are QUICK To Suggest... That They And Their Friends... Are Cleaner Than Sheen... !!! ... NOT Charlie... !!! ... The CLEANER... That Keeps Surfaces Clean... !!! Well To Me Their Demeanour... Needs A Bit More Inspection... Just Like This Election... of... TWENTY TWENTY... !!! Where It Seems That... ... Court Scenes... Will Define Who Will Be... In The Presidents Seat... America’s Shrouded... In Much That Is Clouded... And May Well Reveal... A World of FALLACIES... !!! Where LIARS Are PLACED... In A Place Where They Make... Decisions For MASSES... Where Lies Become Standard... And Be Things That RAVAGE... Through CORPORATE SAVAGE... And Liars Who Package... New Falsehoods To DAMAGE... A Future Where Freedoms... And Lives Keep COLLAPSING... Because of These Leaders... Who’ll Leave The Truth CRASHING... !!! The Future Looks TRAGIC... When Elections Cause PANIC... !!! PROTESTS And … Madness... That Leave Things Unbalanced... !!! Where Newsrooms Conspire... ... To Be FALSIFIERS... of What... SHOULD Be Desired... Reports That Speak TRUTH... Instead of... FAKE News... !!! That Clearly Requires... An ABUNDANCE of... ...... “ LIARS “...... !!!

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