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"informational" poems
As Stong as the An African Elephant Yet were are supple and elegant. We are persuasive talkers so our words are very Eloquent. Crafted From man's rib and An earthly element is How God made the first Wombman in the old testiment. During the worlds development We somehow begun to be irrelevant Forgetting that we were designed as a help mate who is heaven sent. We shed Bloods for days sometimes a months without dying. Raising our children to Be Ladies and gentlemen whom are edifying. In our wombs a human life we are able carry. We are informational like a human dictionary. We store resoureful pieces of data like a library. Created with brown sugar, warm honey, cocoa and Gold. Out spirits are Radiently Bold. Our bodies are temples that can't be bought or sold. We have a Story that must be hear and told. We are the beautiful flowers in the month of May That Springs up and blooms in middle of noons day. We flourish just as the fluorescent blue jay, Whose mood is Joyful and gay. Our Skin absorbs the sun's Incandescent. Ray. Some may say, Our hair is ***** but Actually, Our hair just happens to defy gravity So we wear it upon our head proudly like a Crown because Living in socitey's prospective of what you should look like will weigh you down. You will stay stuck on being lost when you already have been found. Be about your fathers business and know you are Heaven bound. We are run life's race with meaning and purpose in our pace Even our walk is embedded with grace Nature's beauty smiles upon our face As We Wear God's love like a Pure Gold necklace that's trimmed with lace. The Strength we've gain Turned us into warriors from living the through the most Excruciating pain Thats the Reason we humbly pray as we sing and dance in the middle of the storm's rain. Our humility will continue to remain. We are women of Virtue I wrote this to encourage you Never let no one break, hurt or discourage you know who you belong to. And who deserves a Woman of your statue. For Being black Is Exhilarating And being a woman is Breathtaking but Being a Black Woman is an Honorary Identity that is Legendary.
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Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC
Dear Black Woman
As Stong as the An African Elephant Yet were are supple and elegant. We are persuasive talkers so our words are very Eloquent. Crafted From man's rib and An earthly element is How God made the first Wombman in the old testiment. During the worlds development We somehow begun to be irrelevant Forgetting that we were designed as a help mate who is heaven sent. We shed Bloods for days sometimes a months without dying. Raising our children to Be Ladies and gentlemen whom are edifying. In our wombs a human life we are able carry. We are informational like a human dictionary. We store resoureful pieces of data like a library. Created with brown sugar, warm honey, cocoa and Gold. Out spirits are Radiently Bold. Our bodies are temples that can't be bought or sold. We have a Story that must be hear and told. We are the beautiful flowers in the month of May That Springs up and blooms in middle of noons day. We flourish just as the fluorescent blue jay, Whose mood is Joyful and gay. Our Skin absorbs the sun's Incandescent. Ray. Some may say, Our hair is ***** but Actually, Our hair just happens to defy gravity So we wear it upon our head proudly like a Crown because Living in socitey's prospective of what you should look like will weigh you down. You will stay stuck on being lost when you already have been found. Be about your fathers business and know you are Heaven bound. We are run life's race with meaning and purpose in our pace Even our walk is embedded with grace Nature's beauty smiles upon our face As We Wear God's love like a Pure Gold necklace that's trimmed with lace. The Strength we've gain Turned us into warriors from living the through the most Excruciating pain Thats the Reason we humbly pray as we sing and dance in the middle of the storm's rain. Our humility will continue to remain. We are women of Virtue I wrote this to encourage you Never let no one break, hurt or discourage you know who you belong to. And who deserves a Woman of your statue. For Being black Is Exhilarating And being a woman is Breathtaking but Being a Black Woman is an Honorary Identity that is Legendary.
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Welcome to the informational age We're enjoy the world of technology Never felt this modern world could emerge Magical world with braveness and courage. Welcome to the social media age As everything we do is on page We live like birds in a cage It makes us falling into a rage. Welcome to the insane and madness age To make headlines,create a **** sweet savage Can't believe we're on this stage But we are still holding our grudge. Welcome to the sweetest scientific age Your reputation,you better manage Like passenger manage it, as your luggage Saving it, save safe from the salvage.
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 10:01 AM UTC
Welcome
Eat, drink - and savour body It burns - and freshly blushing Of ankles, knees - the jutting crags Eat, drink - get lost - in moaning Of own thoughts - heads' fog Is rooted deep in groin Eat, drink - yell over famine With belt and taunt Draw tight the ego's thirst For thinking - shame yourself For narrative of truth - give up And joyfully accept The informational injection Comparison, identifying, drama "I believe!" - a dream forgotten Neglected honour - recognizing game Unheard is role - a viewer Yet - to the wall of lies - another burst "Why do you peel own skin away?!" Waste life attire Save in affliction - reason When silence in the head Shrieks - "Jump! Take step! Put hanging!" Just watch - and call for an encore Applaud - from stage - from audience Out of theatre - "Louder! Louder!" With tears - splutter
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Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 11:34 AM UTC
Eat, drink - and savour body
There is no courage in questions We know someone will answer Answers that take us nowhere Informational fodder, answers that do not heal There is no courage in questions We know will leave our world intact Answers that take us nowhere Details that make a case, but do not heal But what is the question we fear? Do you love her? Yes. Do you still love me? Yes.
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May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC
Interrogation
There that lives, is a land, so vast, so big, so wonderfully grand. Cloaked in fantasy, in a blaze of illusion, only minds with eyes may see this fusion. All that may come to be, starts with a gland of artistry. There it dwells, deep inside, awaiting to inspire the awakening of the third eye. Harbored within, are worlds with no ends, and all around matter fails to exist. Wide minded, visions of potential beauty, drain from my lungs and spew into my eternity. I am nothing more than a spec of informational energy. As my essence retreats from my body, I am embraced with the warmth love of infinity. Pleasant and soft, I snuggle up, just a bit, enjoying thee evermore bliss, or whats left of it... As I come down from my cloud, I slip, and loose grip. Dimensions are fading, communications are disconnecting, my ears ring and sound returns to me, all that's left of this trip is water filled eye's and a better understanding of what LOVE really is... Why can't the world be like this???
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Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC
Dreaming Awake
Kelly Brook Mistook A book For a hook. Went fishing with Alanis Morissette And Anneka Rice. Caught a complete set Of Encyclopaedia Britannicas. Popped it in the keep-net And mused, This really is a landmark Of informational literature But is rather wet So not easily used. I think I'll stick To the Internet.
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Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC
Kelly Brook Goes Fishing
From: Daniel Rodden This notice is from Daniel Rodden who is currently residing in Garfield jail. This is an informational email to let you know of the different options available for communication with Daniel Rodden. Several services offered by the jail: InmateCanteen.com The following options are available at Inmate Canteen. Deposit Funds Purchase Phone Cards Buy Canteen Video Visitation* E-mail an Inmate*
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Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 11:08 AM UTC
Spoil Him Rodden
When my friend committed suicide, I didn’t find out directly. I found out through a teacher. I was called in the office later that day along with everyone connected with my group of friends. We sat there, and as the counselor told us why suicide was bad they gave us a pamphlet from the back wall. How? How could they put suicide alongside ****** ecstasy, *** AIDS, Party Drugs, Teen Alcohol, Texting and Driving. Depression is not something offered at parties or given out for 20$ a pop. Depression doesn’t make you tipsy or destroy brain cells. FREDDIE MERCURY DIDN”T DIE FROM DEPRESSION. Like that pamphlet my eyes were opened. Bi-Folded and Arranged like an informational epiphany
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Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 1:44 PM UTC
Pamphlet
I read once that sleep helps the brain regulate the metabolism. I never paid much attention to informational possible life changing books; I guess that’s why I have the lungs of an 80 year old nicotine addict. It’s 1/16/14, 6:56 pm. My mother used to tell me that whatever bad habits I did, would affect my future greatly, I guess that’s why I can’t last two laps on the track without breathing heavily. I guess that’s why I’m afraid to approach people face to face because I’m scared my tobacco scented breathe will push them away. When I was growing up I wasn’t always aware of problem solving methods, so I wouldn’t over think and wouldn’t care about it, now I do, things were better back then. I should stop smoking cigarettes, it’s affecting my running. It is now 5/18/14, I still run like I’m a 5 year old uncontrollable child
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May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC
Black Lungs
She'd started watching 1950's informational videos. You were accepted for being outside the box And she was everything except in it. Class president kids used to be reviled Elections were exciting, polls came in, And now... now what was it? Something she should be ashamed of. Because she cannot dance in a short skirt in front of a crowd But instead because she plays the music For the girls in the short skirts Band uniforms like shells she can hide inside Because while it's not something the other kids love, It's what she loves. Tennis dresses like skin without makeup Student council shirts that finally fit, That she feels like she can finally fill out Unlike the jeans that she can't. Golf jersey tossed aside, brushes and pencils picked up Volunteer work piled in Piling into the plays and new experiences And acceleration, constant growing, Growing out of shells that she used to love And gaining skins that she loves even more Looking back and seeing that the girls in short skirts On the sidelines, on the gym floors, Had not shed anything yet Had not grown. They were walking, she was running Toward the end of high school, toward a goal, To see how high in the sky they could get, To see how high in confidence and compassion she could reach They shed clothes, she shed skin and shells They were permanent, fearing change She was evolving, embracing it.
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Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC
Shells
Scrolling through the past Is informational It reminds us of who we once were And who we've become Rediscovering feelings We had almost forgotten we had And we'd shared them with the world And we didn't do half bad I thought I'd never escape her Her iron grip leaving bruises where she held us But we did We made it Life got a little better for it too We aren't fixed We are still sad We still have depression But it's not as bad as it was She's gone from our lives Our abuser Tormenter Stepmother And she dares to call herself a fighter
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May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 1:23 AM UTC
Release
¤^¤^¤^¤^¤^¤ every word is brought to life through cycles engorged with angels and demons lifes meaning lost within our "reason" rectangles upon squares rounded loops >>>>squashed <<<< within triangles until rings of HANDS encircle and mend ~~~ words ~~~ significance obscure mixed up with the urban jungle encryption of layers encoding of input output outsourcing outside resourcing informational infrastructure concrete conundrums where is the DIVINE -?- or even the human in mind touch ~~~ HEART ~~~ -?- the divine -?- blessed the soul that remembers we are all WHOLE connected and entwined to the bone and who knows where we'll be without understanding of the WORDS the CONCEPTS without these precious ~~~ souls ~~~ hearts BOLD you him her as i am ♡ ALIVE ♡ (C) Worldeater (C) SoulSurvivor
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC
words of the divine . with worldeater
i like your touch the warm embrce that you give the quiver in my lip when we kiss the moment are eyes meet in sync perfect for the moment dislike n that it will end discourage about the fact that all we are , are friends from me to you simple yet informational feelings i get when around are beyound sensational but you know facts remain the same we are all that we keep framed friends
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May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 8:03 PM UTC
from me to you
Silence...a moment with self, because from no other can the answers be dealt. It's nice to get help, but within you is informational untapped wealth. Can't keep riding down this avenue, for, with what I believe in, in the long run it'd be untrue. Excuses are for those who refuse to cope. A life led in that direction without reflection will only stumble, Crashing from a downhill slope. Simply existing is genuinely resisting the life that could be. Slave to the system, and slave to your mind, are you ever going to be free? Is anybody listening, or rather glistening from contentment? In a future time don't look back upset with where the years went. Be true and think through how it is you want the currency spent. Some people keep kicking in the wrong direction never really ever leaving a dent. Is this just to vent, or to better human nature? Chances are, by tomorrow, this won't even be remembered.
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Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 12:22 AM UTC
Introspection
What might be feasting on your brain Soon may be festering strange gain When prying finds an open ear Informational leakage best you fear Golden rule of less is more Is trick to fix and leave at door Taking time debugging self Keeps voracious pests from gaining wealth Soon you will know of what I speak Should a tricky hacker find you meek
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May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 7:56 AM UTC
BUG
The energy that is our life is water. We are all intelligent, emotional, informational rivers of energy. When we die our energy evaporates, dissipating to return to the source, an infinite ocean. When we are born the droplets of consciousness coalesce to form a concentrated pool of life.
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 9:06 PM UTC
Water
The craziest thing about a bridge is how it connects two things that have no business being connected. It's interesting, the informational and cultural exchanges that result from such a bridging. ("Interesting" is an antisemantical word: void of meaning. Just filler, really. It doesn't mean anything.) A bridge is a tool of conquest: allowing one land access to another, so that it may be subjugated. A platform for seemingly well-meaning goats to impale and destroy any gatekeeping trolls.
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Jan 7, 2024
Jan 7, 2024 at 9:39 AM UTC
Empire (Abridged)
Fact-checking is meaningless if People have no respect for facts. Just watch social media and you Will see how the public reacts To natural disasters or shootings. Conspiracy theories quickly abound And suddenly the Internet is An informational battleground. Knowing the truth no longer gives us A feeling of calm or a sense of relief, Since few people have an incentive For altering a false belief. Experts say our psychological Weaknesses are targets for those Who spread misinformation for Ideological ends. These pros Know how to use the media well. Their credibility's merely a ruse. And suddenly the falsehoods are Amplified all over the news. Hacks and kooks and fringe group crazies Have been around forever; it's true. If there's a chance to spread their lies, They do not miss a cue. Fringe groups going mainstream. Yikes! That's a recipe for disaster, Especially when a gullible public Eats up the nonsense faster and faster. Orwell's 1984 For many years made us wary. The year twenty seventeen Is also looking ****** scary. -by Bob B (9-3-17)
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Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 12:14 PM UTC
Information War