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"interceptions" poems
I've been looking at the world from a different perspective IG filters and Snapchat interceptions I was off the grid,  I am now in inception Social media dance floors no escape or exceptions what do you stand for? put your hands in the septic so your arms can take all the **** that Your legs normally dealt with Apartment, complex complicated life consequences Brothers life deciphered into the trenches Despite all of the help we lent him Life can be a loan when you are alone It can get expensive Don't own a home, but I could show you what rent is I could show you what hustle is, I'm that relentless Slick mouth, silver tounge...this is manifested Bike peddling, rebelling Ambidextrous Quiet devilish, my medicine makes most hella lit I speak in crooked tongues like most nuns who settle with Being Singular minded there Vibes are so celibate A courier in this Corredor settlement How do I, in these times, stay not high but relevant I'm confined in thin lines, tell them **** time, if the sunshine, makes us dumb blind Like retail and it's details with the big signs See this conclusion is just a visual illusion A cesspool in the mainstream visual pollution This vortex is just a digital confusion Digits to acidic, hash tags for the lab rats to abuse them watch me slipstream into a hazmat suit and snap back to an audience all the toxics that I'm using my minds a clock incapsulated in the bottom of a backpack but only in math class, I state facts for your amusement How can you do this?! Who the **** are you kid?! I'm Duke Nukem with a scorpion fist ready to hiduken! I'm Isaac Newton with a paint brush when I do this Painting photosynthesis with my sentences, I conclude with... Nothing but a chronological order I cause a cascade of disorder I'm on the edge don't **** with me and my border...can't **** with me I'm the best this visual mess is what your ordered
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Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 3:33 PM UTC
Filtered Perspective
I've been looking at the world from a different perspective IG filters and Snapchat interceptions I was off the grid,  I am now in inception Social media dance floors no escape or exceptions what do you stand for? put your hands in the septic so your arms can take all the **** that Your legs normally dealt with Apartment, complex complicated life consequences Brothers life deciphered into the trenches Despite all of the help we lent him Life can be a loan when you are alone It can get expensive Don't own a home, but I could show you what rent is I could show you what hustle is, I'm that relentless Slick mouth, silver tounge...this is manifested Bike peddling, rebelling Ambidextrous Quiet devilish, my medicine makes most hella lit I speak in crooked tongues like most nuns who settle with Being Singular minded there Vibes are so celibate A courier in this Corredor settlement How do I, in these times, stay not high but relevant I'm confined in thin lines, tell them **** time, if the sunshine, makes us dumb blind Like retail and it's details with the big signs See this conclusion is just a visual illusion A cesspool in the mainstream visual pollution This vortex is just a digital confusion Digits to acidic, hash tags for the lab rats to abuse them watch me slipstream into a hazmat suit and snap back to an audience all the toxics that I'm using my minds a clock incapsulated in the bottom of a backpack but only in math class, I state facts for your amusement How can you do this?! Who the **** are you kid?! I'm Duke Nukem with a scorpion fist ready to hiduken! I'm Isaac Newton with a paint brush when I do this Painting photosynthesis with my sentences, I conclude with... Nothing but a chronological order I cause a cascade of disorder I'm on the edge don't **** with me and my border...can't **** with me I'm the best this visual mess is what your ordered
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i understand how people are different and get confused misinterpreation translation interceptions switching places propaganda communicating and not really telling the truth jaded and persuaded by those around influenced by their decisions their power their will somehow we end up in the same place together it just keeps going
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Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 3:33 AM UTC
Misinterpretation
Self healing is amazing. Sometime I rather dream forever and never wake up. What matters to me is what I can not see. Just like oxygen love is vital. Seems too often love is idle. I see myself adjust to ways or games I thought I'd never play. In retrospect I was already liquified dope Easy to follow, but then I knew sorrow When I vent and repent it is usually rare It is not a coincidence when our emotions bleed bare Stay aware of the masks that we all tend to wear I never experienced a nightmare Who is scared of what the night shares? Were all connected now spiritually and through the internet, so stay alert and never fumble to negative interceptions Electric relaxation is a humble connection Perception is a trip because I never seen my self Crazy who I think I am I'm not to someone else Serene, for the moments Steady, on an orbit whirl Self healing is amazing. Ready for these foreign worlds.
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Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 6:17 AM UTC
Foreign Worlds
Striking hues Carefree aura Radiating innocence A romantic armour Hypnotized ! ! No words required An exotic flower With alluring seduction Obsessed with the grace Unconscious interceptions An essence of vitality Gravitates the soul Lately surrendered With an inner toast Remedy of all ailments Akin to the heart Secrecy it grows
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Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 10:12 AM UTC
Grace
I hear your lips speaking. Your breath slowly creeping down my spine, So overwhelming, It cannot be a crime. I hold you, you know me. Temptation, you blow me. For this isn't our first time. The hearts heavy beating, Our eyes steady meeting. For we are young and in our prime. Tongue tickles mine, tickles lies, tickles line. Our minds filled with hope and our hearts to divine. A hand on your hip and bite on your thigh. A dose of high notes leaves me begging you tonight. Eyes forced behind lenses and hair summer blonde. My hand convincing me to force your head in the pond. A soft beat, limbs moving, half heart interceptions. Put your hands up while I check you for weapons. You know I love you and there is no question. Please promise me safety from your subtle deceptions. Tonight I love you. Tomorrow we die. **** all the gods that look down from the sky. A hand on your hip and a bite on your thigh. The sin that we live drops angels from up high.
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Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 10:19 PM UTC
Tonight
Words are just carbon duplicates of intertwined shapes to insinuate a specific instruction Trying to make sense of it all, intricate complications seem to follow the very next sound Wrapped in their secular meaning and internal definitions, we don't know the true pieces inside them Does it mean light, dark, weird, crazy, confused, red, green, or gold? Left, right, or upside down, who knows. Its a guessing game of sorts. What do you see? Is it the same as me? Linguistics interrupting unusual interceptions of crossing patterns within mixed mediums See Jack Run, Red Fish, Blue Fish or 1,2,3 What does this all mean? Is it all free? Signs of simple or insane complexities surrounding mental restraints. Turning the page, what do we see next? Oh ok, now I get it !! Letters of different languages placed within the confines of a verbal, visual, or audible prison "Call me Ishmael"
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Nov 16, 2024
Nov 16, 2024 at 12:54 PM UTC
What are words...
Covered in dresses brown-haired freckled messes devour my unconscious interceptions stealing and running stunning in trance one glance she makes my eyes twirl I've lost myself for a lot less of a girl. At ease, hold now, steady the right girl for you is just not ready lower your pace, this love is not a race. Her grace, her soft and puffy face her sweet and delicate ways her actions take place her roles in plays. Her stare could hold me for days. And when she laughs it's said poems by the gods are read to script the words that rush from our surroundings.
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Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 5:56 PM UTC
Decency
We had a special play for the game against Highland Park. It was called 36X. After some razzle-dazzle in the backfield, Mike Gentry got the ball and ran 65 yards for the winning touchdown. Frank Sewell was a power- ful lineman--the center, actually. I played linebacker on defense, and I was lucky, because I played right behind right tackle, Ted Melinick, who wound up getting a full football scholarship to KU (the University of Kansas). My best friend, Ralph "Sandy" Sandmeyer, half the size of Melinck, but the most tenacious lineman on the team, was elected co-captain. I was the other one. It matters not at what level you play. What matters are the memories that stay with you for a lifetime--the snapshot memories of special moments that flash through your mind for the rest of your days. The camaraderie of your teammates, particular plays--tackles, touchdown runs, interceptions, even injuries you sustain--all form an indelible montage. My favorite memory was the one where, as a wide-receiver on offense, I went into the flat to catch a pass, but was intercepted by Loyce Bailey. I jumped on his back to tackle him, but he rode me like a saddle for 40 yards. Loyce happened to be black, and therefore lived in the black ghetto on the east side of Topeka. He was also the best athlete in all of Topeka. Bailey, like Melinick, got a full ride to KU to play foot- ball. He was their starting saftey. Several decades later, I saw Loyce again, this time at a reunion. I reminisced with him about my futile attempt to tackle him. He remembered the play, and we both laughed loud and hard. We gave each other a big hug. Another indelible memory.   Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
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Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 5:38 PM UTC
A WINNING SEASON
We had a special play for the game against Highland Park. It was called 36X. After some razzle-dazzle in the backfield, Mike Gentry got the ball and ran 65 yards for the winning touchdown. Frank Sewell was a power- ful lineman--the center, actually. I played linebacker on defense, and I was lucky, because I played right behind right tackle, Ted Melinick, who wound up getting a full football scholarship to KU (the University of Kansas). My best friend, Ralph "Sandy" Sandmeyer, half the size of Melinck, but the most tenacious lineman on the team, was elected co-captain. I was the other one. It matters not at what level you play. What matters are the memories that stay with you for a lifetime--the snapshot memories of special moments that flash through your mind for the rest of your days. The camaraderie of your teammates, particular plays--tackles, touchdown runs, interceptions, even injuries you sustain--all form an indelible montage. My favorite memory was the one where, as a wide-receiver on offense, I went into the flat to catch a pass, but was intercepted by Loyce Bailey. I jumped on his back to tackle him, but he rode me like a saddle for 40 yards. Loyce happened to be black, and therefore lived in the black ghetto on the east side of Topeka. He was also the best athlete in all of Topeka. Bailey, like Melinick, got a full ride to KU to play foot- ball. He was their starting saftey. Several decades later, I saw Loyce again, this time at a reunion. I reminisced with him about my futile attempt to tackle him. He remembered the play, and we both laughed loud and hard. We gave each other a big hug. Another indelible memory.   Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
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Seen as having never been Though circumspectly in between This parody of eerie sound Sifting simply, and profound… Through tones of gossamer intent, In vagaries of soft ascent, Whispering, wafting through the breeze With phantom interceptions ease…. Quite thought as having never been In silenced echoing, serene. M. 3 February 2022
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Feb 2, 2022
Feb 2, 2022 at 9:09 PM UTC
Circumsound