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"mammals" poems
it's 3:23 in the morning and I'm awake because my great great grandchildren won't let me sleep my great great grandchildren ask me in dreams what did you do while the planet was plundered? what did you do when the earth was unraveling? surely you did something when the seasons started failing? as the mammals, reptiles, birds were all dying? did you fill the streets with protest when democracy was stolen? what did you do once you knew? I'm riding home on the Colma train I've got the voice of the milky way in my dreams I have teams of scientists feeding me data daily and pleading I immediately turn it into poetry I want just this consciousness reached by people in range of secret frequencies contained in my speech I am the desirous earth equidistant to the underworld and the flesh of the stars I am everything already lost the moment the universe turns transparent and all the light shoots through the cosmos I use words to instigate silence I'm a hieroglyphic stairway in a buried Mayan city suddenly exposed by a hurricane a satellite circling earth finding dinosaur bones in the Gobi desert I am telescopes that see back in time I am the precession of the equinoxes, the magnetism of the spiraling sea I'm riding home on the Colma train with the voice of the milky way in my dreams I am myths where violets blossom from blood like dying and rising gods I'm the boundary of time soul encountering soul and tongues of fire it's 3:23 in the morning and I can't sleep because my great great grandchildren ask me in dreams what did you do while the earth was unraveling? I want just this consciousness reached by people in range of secret frequencies contained in my speech ©2003
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Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC
Hieroglyphic Stairway by Drew Dellinger
it's 3:23 in the morning and I'm awake because my great great grandchildren won't let me sleep my great great grandchildren ask me in dreams what did you do while the planet was plundered? what did you do when the earth was unraveling? surely you did something when the seasons started failing? as the mammals, reptiles, birds were all dying? did you fill the streets with protest when democracy was stolen? what did you do once you knew? I'm riding home on the Colma train I've got the voice of the milky way in my dreams I have teams of scientists feeding me data daily and pleading I immediately turn it into poetry I want just this consciousness reached by people in range of secret frequencies contained in my speech I am the desirous earth equidistant to the underworld and the flesh of the stars I am everything already lost the moment the universe turns transparent and all the light shoots through the cosmos I use words to instigate silence I'm a hieroglyphic stairway in a buried Mayan city suddenly exposed by a hurricane a satellite circling earth finding dinosaur bones in the Gobi desert I am telescopes that see back in time I am the precession of the equinoxes, the magnetism of the spiraling sea I'm riding home on the Colma train with the voice of the milky way in my dreams I am myths where violets blossom from blood like dying and rising gods I'm the boundary of time soul encountering soul and tongues of fire it's 3:23 in the morning and I can't sleep because my great great grandchildren ask me in dreams what did you do while the earth was unraveling? I want just this consciousness reached by people in range of secret frequencies contained in my speech ©2003
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WE ARE TRANSFORMING MATERIALS BORN OF LIFE INTO THINGS THAT CANNOT SUSTAIN LIFE, CREATE LIFE WE ARE TRANSFORMING THE EARTH, INTO DEATH. IT IS OBVIOUS, AT THIS POINT THAT MAN, -HATES LIFE. *"At least to all the other things living whom have thought, -like mammals."* Imagine that an alien race has come to Earth.... What would you, "fix," about it? FIX? ..ate, eh'
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Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 12:56 AM UTC
Pla Styx's
This disaster by master Coming faster An intoxication and Not a charm This disaster spread Like word of honorable pastor There is a cloud Dark cloudy cloud of This disaster This disaster flirting the environ This disaster caressing the mammals In its environs. .. Oh this disaster a disaster They fear this disaster like when Oil castor drops in fire This disaster pretty nice not Like pearls in shells of oyster. This disaster scary to their bones Take this duster Rub and wipe this disaster Please take it!
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Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 1:38 AM UTC
IT'S DISASTER
This is my rising, it is so glaring. The longer you hold me down the better and brighter I shine. I am like the firefly, illuminating the remote darkness with my brightness, giving it an illusion of magic. The tinted glow mixed up with the cries of mammals and birds of the night makes it a mysterious moment. Alone at deepest abyss, with the flicker of the moonlight penetrating through the leaves in the forest, i can hear the wolves calling out as if beckoning for me to approach. The fireflies giving out their light freely unperturbed by my presence. How can you not see the love of nature, working tirelessly in synergy with all things. Even though you ignore it, never can it go away, for the beauty of its flame can make the fairies grant your wish. The heart knows the unexplainable mysteries of the invisible which the mouth cannot express. ©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
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Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 11:30 AM UTC
MYSTERIES OF THE INVISIBLE.
"There are animals in the road" the traffic reporter said "We're not told what they are find another route instead" And so I got to wondering though I wasn't going that way what the mystery beasties were that were on the road that day Were they a herd of wildebeeste who took a wrong turn on the veldt or perhaps a wayward mule train delivering some sacks of spelt Maybe a team of trainee reindeer diverted from the North Pole or a bunch of llamas from Peru that fell through a wormhole Or bears, or wolves, or lions could be zebras or kangaroos surely not beached aquatic mammals or elephants trumpeting the blues Exotic beasts seemed unlikely though it was more likely cattle or sheep though it could have been migrating badgers moving goalposts somewhere safe to keep Cynthia Pauline Jones, 27/10/13
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Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 8:36 AM UTC
There Are Animals in the Road
Maybe I needed words to confirm whisper them when it's your turn mouth me from across the room E-L-E-P-H-A-N-T J-U-I-C-E is the same as I love you deceive me with mammals as I play piano pouring my heart upon the keys do with me as you please "I'm yours, I'm yours" rings out the chorus the deafening silence of love unrequited. A boomerang that doesn't come back a runaway train on broken tracks maybe I should have held onto words not listened to the singing birds that told me you felt the same how could I believe your heart was tamed for I am no ringmaster a gazelle that's wandered into foreign pastures I was your prey yet I was bold for the words I say are seldom told with such earnest longing so behold I L-O-V-E Y-O-U
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Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 7:48 PM UTC
Elephant Juice
Blue whales Killer whales Beluga whales The biggest mammals on earth ***** whale Pilot whale Bowhead whales My favorite clouds of water
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Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
Whales
Father figures through out my life they fall to pieces for my mother, only to get swept out by her broom when the floor the family is depending on gets too filthy to dwell in. Blame this on the fact that Pisces is in Saturn in my birth chart. It was never in the cards for me to have a father. I no longer have to play the role of a daughter. My age has outgrown that possibility, my mother could never keep a man in the house for too long, on the surface she is strong but my mother makes us sleep in her bed for a reason. I came from a male chromosome that came from a body that has yet to perish but dead to my existence. I don't mind this, except nights when I'm pure tragic madness, and he pulls up in front of my house while I'm drinking wine and puffing chemicals. Hello, you made me but we don't speak. Strange sadness but mammals don't need parents to fend for them once one hits a certain degree of awareness. But I thank him anyways for giving me life.
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Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 4:51 PM UTC
Pisces in Saturn
Life for me began as an egg,  it wasn't really a special egg, just a regular egg shape with some green splotches .So, you were just like the Platypus and the Echidna ?. Exactly like the Echidna and Platypus .Well not quite exactly, those creature are mammals, I'm more like a lizard, I'm actually part dinosuar. My mother is a dinosuar like creature known as a Dinosapien, But I'm more human than she was. I'm about 60 percent human , though I do posses Lizard organs , My eyes are , My heart and lungs are, So is my ****** my appetite and my tongue I can taste the air, Just like the snake . Em, but dinosaurs don't do that How dya know ?, Well because of science and Jurassic park Yah, I'm sure their both official sources, any way, so how come were having this conversation ?, well that's the one thing about dinosaurs , they were notorious for having one sided conversations with themselves, ya mean they were bonkers ?, no not crazy and once they left the nest ,were pretty much losers, I mean loners. What about mating?, Well they had wieners ya know, no, not that and what about female dinosaurs ?, well the females didn't care , they just wanted a male for about 3 minutes, if he was lucky maybe 3 and a half, the males were more concerned about ****** contact with the ladies. So, I guess there was a lot of dudes ******* each other then ? em, I think this conversation is over now
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Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 12:30 PM UTC
EGG
The other day When I said that your face reminds me of a rhinoceros I wasn't saying that you look like a bulky box Or that your skin looks grey I was really trying to say that You make me feel like there are a hundred 5 ton mammals stampeding across my heart And sometimes when I look at you I can't even breathe Because all the weight of wanting this Crushes my lungs til my chest burns like an African desert Consequently most rhinos are found in Africa And I researched all of this in the hopes that Maybe you would understand You see the thing is I am not good with emotions And I know as much about love as I know about quantum physics And I don't even know what quantum physics is about Or what it means for that matter I've been trying to read all the romance novels that I could find I've been trying to watch all the rom-coms I can torrent Hell I even watched Valentine's Day thrice But I still don't know what to do when I'm with you I am unsure and clumsy and petrified So much so that I can't even work up the courage To hold your hand I'm trying, I really am It's just so **** difficult When falling in love feels more like Jumping out of a helicopter A hundred thousand feet up Without a parachute on One day I will be able To directly say what I really mean Without metaphors involving animals That only I understand But for now let me just say Your face reminds me of a rhinoceros
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Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 7:02 AM UTC
An Adventure In Miscommunication
Do we notice the finer things in life? The husband's and wives, children that's been conceived! Thou and they are all thou needeth when thy roof springs its leak! Sick Wearied Weak? Looking in all the wrong places? Itinerant in the stagnative imagination's For don't even the mammals haveth a place to stay? Like the son of man I haveth no chapel For this head to consecretly layeth!!! Dog nights seem more teething!!!! Vestige of all beauty You've left that still life post, Wherein thy mantra's I seeketh the most!!! The I loveth thou's And thou more.... Deluge of happiness Covereth me Bury me In atmospheric condition, Oh man didst thou not mention? The plaques to ***** it's protract sorrow!!!! Hath society made materialism And the dollar sign Their romantic gesture? A pity to God And me!!!! Mobs of fleas To calleth what they maketh MANIFESTED TESTIMONIES!!!! Wherein the frauds Fakes And phonies Art thy t.v magnate stars!!!!!
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Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 6:17 PM UTC
Abstract expressionism
There are seven eyes of understanding some people in life are so commanding but the divine wisdom behind them all is to rise up in knowledge and not fall. -------------- Just as there are seven planes of consciousness - seven spiritual states - so also are there seven states of understanding. It is always seven. The number seven is the divine number. The seven understandings are: Eye of Instinct: governs the animal world which includes insects, fish, amphibians, reptiles, birds and mammals. Eye of Intellect: rules most of the common human realm of existence. Eye of Inspiration: is for those human souls whose feelings are developed like poets and artists and other creative people. Eye of Intuition: is for those advanced human souls who have conscious visions and understanding true to the point. What you understand by intuition is always true. What you understand by intellect is sometimes true and sometimes not. Eye of Insight: human souls on the fourth and fifth plane have insight; their understanding is direct, without thinking with the mind. Eye of Illumination: means seeing God as he is and is experienced by those human souls who see the Light of God inside and outside of their mind. The understanding is divine. Eye of Integration or Realization: this is the merging, becoming and understanding of oneself as God (the I am God state – Nirvikalpa Samadhi). -----------------------
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Jul 23, 2023
Jul 23, 2023 at 1:28 AM UTC
The Seven Eyes of Understanding
Gentle breaths dandle under waves of water as the spirits emerge in an oyster shell in and out of sultry tones between whispered gargles that expel saliva full of love in each intoxicating pour of perfect pearls lubing the heart introducing the underworld in starfish light as mammals in heat spew deeper and lower they sink amid the corals in and out releasing bubbles of bliss
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May 3, 2011
May 3, 2011 at 10:02 AM UTC
Oyster Love
Transplanted to these '...fruited plains...', grandpa, One of Gaia's fruits, what was his twinkle among The countless stars? Here, millions have come To stay, imbuing us with their place of origin, Their souls dancing, flying, in a universal way. For over 60 years Americans to be came through Ellis Island, headed to who knows where West, My grandfather, Uru, which means hero, a Fin, One of three who left a concentration camp that Fifteen thousand entered, did too, to NYC, NY. Following freedom's beacon, its first light he saw, The Statue of Liberties still unscorched torch, thanx To Frederic Auguste Bartholdi, and the French. Of Libertas, the Roman goddess of freedom and a '...Tabula ansata, a tablet evoking the law, upon Which is inscribed the date of the American Declaration of Independence, July 4, 1776.' The broken chain of tyranny lies at her feet, Upon a pedestal, wherein etched words are, From Emma Lazurus' sonnet, 'The New Colossus', Which may rise again, only if we embrace them: '...Her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. 'Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!' cries she With silent lips. 'Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!' Only 151 feet tall, she will ever stand taller, or Be turned to dust with us, all of humanity and Large mammals, as well as the Earth, tragic Members of extinctions annals, if we don't stop The permanent altering of weather cycles through Overuse of fossil fuels, the degradation of the Earth's orbit around the Sun. We can walk in Nature's abundant balance again, humane beings. Still, she gives hues to the vast canvas of what The Big Apple, and its beautiful mosaics' art, can be. I shine only because he, a Merchant Marine, did.
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Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 2:06 AM UTC
Giving Thanks To Our Ancestors
Transplanted to these '...fruited plains...', grandpa, One of Gaia's fruits, what was his twinkle among The countless stars? Here, millions have come To stay, imbuing us with their place of origin, Their souls dancing, flying, in a universal way. For over 60 years Americans to be came through Ellis Island, headed to who knows where West, My grandfather, Uru, which means hero, a Fin, One of three who left a concentration camp that Fifteen thousand entered, did too, to NYC, NY. Following freedom's beacon, its first light he saw, The Statue of Liberties still unscorched torch, thanx To Frederic Auguste Bartholdi, and the French. Of Libertas, the Roman goddess of freedom and a '...Tabula ansata, a tablet evoking the law, upon Which is inscribed the date of the American Declaration of Independence, July 4, 1776.' The broken chain of tyranny lies at her feet, Upon a pedestal, wherein etched words are, From Emma Lazurus' sonnet, 'The New Colossus', Which may rise again, only if we embrace them: '...Her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. 'Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!' cries she With silent lips. 'Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!' Only 151 feet tall, she will ever stand taller, or Be turned to dust with us, all of humanity and Large mammals, as well as the Earth, tragic Members of extinctions annals, if we don't stop The permanent altering of weather cycles through Overuse of fossil fuels, the degradation of the Earth's orbit around the Sun. We can walk in Nature's abundant balance again, humane beings. Still, she gives hues to the vast canvas of what The Big Apple, and its beautiful mosaics' art, can be. I shine only because he, a Merchant Marine, did.
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Do we notice the finer things in life? The husband's and wives, children that's been conceived! Thou and they are all thou needeth when thy roof springs its leak! Sick Wearied Weak? Looking in all the wrong places? Itinerant in the stagnative imagination's For don't even the mammals haveth a place to stay? Like the son of man I haveth no chapel For this head to consecretly layeth!!! Dog nights seem more teething!!!! Vestige of all beauty You've left that still life post, Wherein thy mantra's I seeketh the most!!! The I loveth thou's And thou more.... Deluge of happiness Covereth me Bury me In atmospheric condition, Oh man didst thou not mention? The plaques to ***** it's protract sorrow!!!! Hath society made materialism And the dollar sign Their romantic gesture? A pity to God And me!!!! Mobs of fleas To calleth what they maketh MANIFESTED TESTIMONIES!!!! Wherein the frauds Fakes And phonies Art thy t.v magnate stars!!!!! ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry
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Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
Abstract expressionism
**Scattered Thunderstorms The radar shows a band of multi-green storms, Parallel running to the East Coast, Stretching from So. Florida to Falmouth, Rhode Island. Path-dependent, the edges skirt my present location, Instrumented, but not weather resistant, Water teases, invites me to a head clearing session. Breezy gusts of overcast, caramel salty bay waters, (weirdly calm), Spray sprites whisper, scattered thunderstorms, starboard side I am the only boat out, especially, The only one going for sure aimlessly, Radar non-discriminatory, stupidity legal, So fools like me go out alone. Scattered Thunderstorms, Unavoidable, summer's favored annoyance of choice. The melancholic platelets budding off my bone's marrow, Forming wondrous clots of sadness, Running strong in the currents of my veins, Downtempo'd, there is no relief for Inside of my radar scanned brain, the scattered thunderstorms, Have arrived much earlier today. What sourced this elegiac distich, Too many poets, fully disclosing their downbeat, aroma of defeat? The world is in a **** mood, not one of us, got nothing Good to say, seems that love storms ripping hearts With no trace of mercy, the radio has elected nonstop Taylor Swift and Jonas Bro's Just to make the point! It is so easy to feel ****** When the sun is unshining, elegant distich, **** me. Thinking back, getting a good idea, Found some long necked Corona overlooked, Turn on the tv, pretend I'm a real cowboy, And for god's sake, shut down poetry, Good Bye Poetry, for the rest of the day Value you more than me, but you've worn me down My blood streams your anguished distress, I cannot survive these scattered revolver-repeating Anguish-Cries-For-Relief from the Thunderstorms, That now having reached, breached, That now, having infected my heart which started This day brow beaten, First poem of the day, already shell-shellacked, Now, I must shut me, batten me, down. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The average lifespan of a platelet is normally just 5 to 9 days. Platelets are a natural source of growth factors. They circulate in the blood of mammals and are involved in hemostasis, leading to the formation of blood clots.
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Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 2:26 PM UTC
Scattered Thunderstorms: From Your Poetry, Into My Blood...
**Scattered Thunderstorms The radar shows a band of multi-green storms, Parallel running to the East Coast, Stretching from So. Florida to Falmouth, Rhode Island. Path-dependent, the edges skirt my present location, Instrumented, but not weather resistant, Water teases, invites me to a head clearing session. Breezy gusts of overcast, caramel salty bay waters, (weirdly calm), Spray sprites whisper, scattered thunderstorms, starboard side I am the only boat out, especially, The only one going for sure aimlessly, Radar non-discriminatory, stupidity legal, So fools like me go out alone. Scattered Thunderstorms, Unavoidable, summer's favored annoyance of choice. The melancholic platelets budding off my bone's marrow, Forming wondrous clots of sadness, Running strong in the currents of my veins, Downtempo'd, there is no relief for Inside of my radar scanned brain, the scattered thunderstorms, Have arrived much earlier today. What sourced this elegiac distich, Too many poets, fully disclosing their downbeat, aroma of defeat? The world is in a **** mood, not one of us, got nothing Good to say, seems that love storms ripping hearts With no trace of mercy, the radio has elected nonstop Taylor Swift and Jonas Bro's Just to make the point! It is so easy to feel ****** When the sun is unshining, elegant distich, **** me. Thinking back, getting a good idea, Found some long necked Corona overlooked, Turn on the tv, pretend I'm a real cowboy, And for god's sake, shut down poetry, Good Bye Poetry, for the rest of the day Value you more than me, but you've worn me down My blood streams your anguished distress, I cannot survive these scattered revolver-repeating Anguish-Cries-For-Relief from the Thunderstorms, That now having reached, breached, That now, having infected my heart which started This day brow beaten, First poem of the day, already shell-shellacked, Now, I must shut me, batten me, down. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The average lifespan of a platelet is normally just 5 to 9 days. Platelets are a natural source of growth factors. They circulate in the blood of mammals and are involved in hemostasis, leading to the formation of blood clots.
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Love is sharper than stones or sticks; Lone as the sea, and deeper blue; Loud in the night as a clock that ticks; Longer-lived than the Wandering Jew. Show me a love was done and through, Tell me a kiss escaped its debt! Son, to your death you'll pay your due-- Women and elephants never forget. Ever a man, alas, would mix, Ever a man, heigh-ho, must woo; So he's left in the world-old fix, Thus is furthered the sale of rue. Son, your chances are thin and few-- Won't you ponder, before you're set? Shoot if you must, but hold in view Women and elephants never forget. Down from Caesar past Joynson-Hicks Echoes the warning, ever new: Though they're trained to amusing tricks, Gentler, they, than the pigeon's coo, Careful, son, of the curs'ed two-- Either one is a dangerous pet; Natural history proves it true-- Women and elephants never forget. L'ENVOI Prince, a precept I'd leave for you, Coined in Eden, existing yet: Skirt the parlor, and shun the zoo-- Women and elephants never forget.
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Ballade Of Unfortunate Mammals
Purposes as incomprehensible and wonderful as these purposes Either you had no purpose or the purpose is beyond the end The purpose of sitting is not to be satisfied or satiated Because the timepiece not only serves a purpose, it is adapted to that purpose Except it was a secret purpose The world is a mental activity, a dream of souls, without foundation, purpose, weight or shape People in collective idleness are even more repellent than when purpose motivates them God, glass, my townspeople! For what purpose? His purpose and mine is to catch photons and store them in our bones Lately, as have you, I have thought about our war and its purpose To have a season for every purpose, Ecclesiastes was right about that Names of plants, languages of mammals, purposes of insects, placement of rocks My friend who is counselor to kings and presidents never lacks purpose To what purpose, April, do you return again? Not to say there is no purpose necessarily, I just don’t immediately get it Stately purposes, valor in battle, glorious annals of army and fleet, death for the right cause Use of violence by the local militia for a limited purpose, protect the young from the janjaweed, the crop from the **** The knight, the penitent misses last assessment of life’s purpose, babbling for God to appear I mean your entire purpose should be living, you must take living seriously Sleep with a purpose Or lose all purpose beyond ****** child *** and food hoarding Counting is associated with primitive forms of writing, that is the purpose of poetry The purpose of school is to introduce us to the world’s innumerable wonders Their corners sharp, their lines exact, as if their purpose was to show the plane geometry of snow That’s when everything becomes clear, purpose v. purposelessness matters less Lonely physics, national purpose This then is the purpose of purposelessness (and of eating less)! We will live with the question What was our purpose? If we are not at home in the world, contributing purpose, we lose our desire to stay here—and we die The men who left the machine have started their own business, a new endeavor by which they will keep warm and purposeful You go the way of an unknown soldier, unable to assess the purpose of the battle Let Greece then know my purpose I retain, nor vex with new treaties my peace in vain And shake the purpose of my soul no more
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May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 5:43 AM UTC
Out of Emptiness
Purposes as incomprehensible and wonderful as these purposes Either you had no purpose or the purpose is beyond the end The purpose of sitting is not to be satisfied or satiated Because the timepiece not only serves a purpose, it is adapted to that purpose Except it was a secret purpose The world is a mental activity, a dream of souls, without foundation, purpose, weight or shape People in collective idleness are even more repellent than when purpose motivates them God, glass, my townspeople! For what purpose? His purpose and mine is to catch photons and store them in our bones Lately, as have you, I have thought about our war and its purpose To have a season for every purpose, Ecclesiastes was right about that Names of plants, languages of mammals, purposes of insects, placement of rocks My friend who is counselor to kings and presidents never lacks purpose To what purpose, April, do you return again? Not to say there is no purpose necessarily, I just don’t immediately get it Stately purposes, valor in battle, glorious annals of army and fleet, death for the right cause Use of violence by the local militia for a limited purpose, protect the young from the janjaweed, the crop from the **** The knight, the penitent misses last assessment of life’s purpose, babbling for God to appear I mean your entire purpose should be living, you must take living seriously Sleep with a purpose Or lose all purpose beyond ****** child *** and food hoarding Counting is associated with primitive forms of writing, that is the purpose of poetry The purpose of school is to introduce us to the world’s innumerable wonders Their corners sharp, their lines exact, as if their purpose was to show the plane geometry of snow That’s when everything becomes clear, purpose v. purposelessness matters less Lonely physics, national purpose This then is the purpose of purposelessness (and of eating less)! We will live with the question What was our purpose? If we are not at home in the world, contributing purpose, we lose our desire to stay here—and we die The men who left the machine have started their own business, a new endeavor by which they will keep warm and purposeful You go the way of an unknown soldier, unable to assess the purpose of the battle Let Greece then know my purpose I retain, nor vex with new treaties my peace in vain And shake the purpose of my soul no more
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So tired Back to work and then there's this social event and that social event and the last one is the best one and I'm still trying to get over not having last years job that was taken from me and given to you and still trying not to even think about this because this is a whole new year and Driving past Napa Valley's Wineries Hotels, Buses, wine Everything wine and I don't know where I'm going My GPS broke, and the directions are drive straight and you'll see it Suburbia has turned into true wealth I've gone back in time, wine Haciendas on hill tops like feudal mansions, waiting for the peasants to do the actual work of wine, the dirt and the sweat of wine as the owners twiddle their thumbs and worry about the stock market and their wine I arrive at my Castle. For a few moments I will be allowed to taste the lifestyle of the wine and pretend that I too belong in this castle watching grapes ripen and waiting for the teaming hordes to do my work and the mechanical wine processors sit idly waiting for the grapes and I feel a tinge of sadness and fear for the grapes to be processed like in a slaughter house until I realize they are only fruit, and not mammals And on the hot deck overlooking the beautiful, silent valley with grapes ripening before our eyes the only chair left is next to you I sit down and look to my right and I see the woman who I feared would take my job and now did and I wonder how it is that this has happened that I've driven for miles in the hot sun through miles of grapevines only to be made to sit next to you who jealously drooled over my job and could never say anything good about my work and then you won. And we talk and I'm very clever and you don't like that because I'm supposed to be stupid and it's supposed to be obvious why you got the job not me and not some seniority thing and you say nothing nice, and it's only me keeping up a charade of conversation that could turn ugly at the drop of a pin but doesn't due to my skill and you then leave made uncomfortable by the evidence of my continued existence and lack of dumbness And it's only later that I realize in my imagination I wanted to hurl you from the deck and into the wine press
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Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 12:25 AM UTC
Winner and Loser
So tired Back to work and then there's this social event and that social event and the last one is the best one and I'm still trying to get over not having last years job that was taken from me and given to you and still trying not to even think about this because this is a whole new year and Driving past Napa Valley's Wineries Hotels, Buses, wine Everything wine and I don't know where I'm going My GPS broke, and the directions are drive straight and you'll see it Suburbia has turned into true wealth I've gone back in time, wine Haciendas on hill tops like feudal mansions, waiting for the peasants to do the actual work of wine, the dirt and the sweat of wine as the owners twiddle their thumbs and worry about the stock market and their wine I arrive at my Castle. For a few moments I will be allowed to taste the lifestyle of the wine and pretend that I too belong in this castle watching grapes ripen and waiting for the teaming hordes to do my work and the mechanical wine processors sit idly waiting for the grapes and I feel a tinge of sadness and fear for the grapes to be processed like in a slaughter house until I realize they are only fruit, and not mammals And on the hot deck overlooking the beautiful, silent valley with grapes ripening before our eyes the only chair left is next to you I sit down and look to my right and I see the woman who I feared would take my job and now did and I wonder how it is that this has happened that I've driven for miles in the hot sun through miles of grapevines only to be made to sit next to you who jealously drooled over my job and could never say anything good about my work and then you won. And we talk and I'm very clever and you don't like that because I'm supposed to be stupid and it's supposed to be obvious why you got the job not me and not some seniority thing and you say nothing nice, and it's only me keeping up a charade of conversation that could turn ugly at the drop of a pin but doesn't due to my skill and you then leave made uncomfortable by the evidence of my continued existence and lack of dumbness And it's only later that I realize in my imagination I wanted to hurl you from the deck and into the wine press
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I'm a rap game prodigy irony like Socrates that I could spit this philosophy so flawlessly. Unmatched like I'm scalene- scaling my way to the top so high like I'm a scaffolding go ahead fold and scowl at me and watch me cackle sarcastically- while I tell the masses to become appealing the apple of my eye is hip-hop do you feel me? Massive attacks while the males become ***** and subject to the ways of misogyny oh **** here we go again, this bothers me what? equality? Misuse the muse and move through your mind makeshift mammals mimmicking media monkeys no wonder half the world's a ****** like you when you see- the way I spit so fluently second language, feel the anguish anger within me resentment followed by residuals the world is red and we're all cruel consumed by corporate corruption no function left to the fiction of fascism so fasten your seat-belts and see me belt way more than 16sixteens, it's sickening how sick this flow can be so ambiguous hip-hop is bigger than us- it's luck, it's lust- it's a **** you when there's a lack of trust- it's **** it's love it's touch, it's **** it's drugs and grudges and beef and ******* it's empowerment, cowards and records strictly to deflower. it's appreciation and admiration and it at one point shook the entire nation- i'm complacent at the placement of this prophecy that hip-hop has engrained into me I'm grateful for the grandfather's and the sons and the daughters the step-fathers and mother ******* cut throat music industry if you don't **** with hip-hop you don't **** with me. *****
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Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC
Poetry and rap have the same address just in different neighborhoods.
I'm a rap game prodigy irony like Socrates that I could spit this philosophy so flawlessly. Unmatched like I'm scalene- scaling my way to the top so high like I'm a scaffolding go ahead fold and scowl at me and watch me cackle sarcastically- while I tell the masses to become appealing the apple of my eye is hip-hop do you feel me? Massive attacks while the males become ***** and subject to the ways of misogyny oh **** here we go again, this bothers me what? equality? Misuse the muse and move through your mind makeshift mammals mimmicking media monkeys no wonder half the world's a ****** like you when you see- the way I spit so fluently second language, feel the anguish anger within me resentment followed by residuals the world is red and we're all cruel consumed by corporate corruption no function left to the fiction of fascism so fasten your seat-belts and see me belt way more than 16sixteens, it's sickening how sick this flow can be so ambiguous hip-hop is bigger than us- it's luck, it's lust- it's a **** you when there's a lack of trust- it's **** it's love it's touch, it's **** it's drugs and grudges and beef and ******* it's empowerment, cowards and records strictly to deflower. it's appreciation and admiration and it at one point shook the entire nation- i'm complacent at the placement of this prophecy that hip-hop has engrained into me I'm grateful for the grandfather's and the sons and the daughters the step-fathers and mother ******* cut throat music industry if you don't **** with hip-hop you don't **** with me. *****
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The beautiful majestic mammals walk Warmly with the perfection of family As mother  and father walk  glowing   With a melting pride as their little one's Gather around their feet As they possess the greatest and Largest hearts that float across this land Grand parents follow close behind as they all Live within the strength of a united family The parents and grand parents  Great forests within themselves as their babies Nestle against their solid legs like tree trunks And shelter under huge protective bodies Tuck under huge attentive ears Blankets of listening love All elephants know their priorities As the well groomed predators Who would desire to split are     Powerless against the energy of family As great lions can only watch them Softly pass through Each elephant resembling a castle As predators slam against   Huge thick grey walls of giant Structures as there is no way in Each castle bonded to each other With the strongest and greatest gravitational love As they create an impenetrable Kingdom They are wild but can be obliging as they Sometimes assist humans who like to carry Their little kings and queens on their back The little ones which need to be loved and looked after They move together like a mobile mountain As they pass through the savanna but each Member knows the importance of getting Out there to find food and water for Ones they all love so very much As they travel far and wide Doing whatever it takes Great paralyzing problems shrink Within the force of family As they lift large logs above their Head to demonstrate to the world Its obstacles are nothing against Strength of family love in forward motion Like money problems that scare those Outside , are just smashed Down like pathetic little twigs . There is so much we can learn From these giant family kingdoms As they travel through from one generation to The next Softly and lovingly passing through
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Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 6:19 AM UTC
FAMILY LOVE
The beautiful majestic mammals walk Warmly with the perfection of family As mother  and father walk  glowing   With a melting pride as their little one's Gather around their feet As they possess the greatest and Largest hearts that float across this land Grand parents follow close behind as they all Live within the strength of a united family The parents and grand parents  Great forests within themselves as their babies Nestle against their solid legs like tree trunks And shelter under huge protective bodies Tuck under huge attentive ears Blankets of listening love All elephants know their priorities As the well groomed predators Who would desire to split are     Powerless against the energy of family As great lions can only watch them Softly pass through Each elephant resembling a castle As predators slam against   Huge thick grey walls of giant Structures as there is no way in Each castle bonded to each other With the strongest and greatest gravitational love As they create an impenetrable Kingdom They are wild but can be obliging as they Sometimes assist humans who like to carry Their little kings and queens on their back The little ones which need to be loved and looked after They move together like a mobile mountain As they pass through the savanna but each Member knows the importance of getting Out there to find food and water for Ones they all love so very much As they travel far and wide Doing whatever it takes Great paralyzing problems shrink Within the force of family As they lift large logs above their Head to demonstrate to the world Its obstacles are nothing against Strength of family love in forward motion Like money problems that scare those Outside , are just smashed Down like pathetic little twigs . There is so much we can learn From these giant family kingdoms As they travel through from one generation to The next Softly and lovingly passing through
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Chordata's horns flourished for them trekking in dirt with bah searching hills of solid Earth mammals' head toward A welkin world
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Jun 21, 2011
Jun 21, 2011 at 5:23 PM UTC
Ibex I
3D Printing Proud owners of 3D Printers ! Makers of 3D Printers ! Designers of 3D Printers ! What you are creating Does't hold a candle To Designer-maker-owner All-in-one models Created eons ago !! It is the female of Every species of mammals ! Bones, flesh, blood Nerves, memory cells Power plants to convert Food to energy ! Control systems to regulate Regeneration of fresh cells Filter system to provide Clean oxygen to Fuel the Power Plants With Powerful binoculars Audio production mechanics Audio receptors to pass on Grey cells enclosed in Secure and hard shell Strands of fine hairs To cushion impact and As thermal insulation Protection shields for All sensory units Efficient drainage system Propulsion facilities Guidance and command Center for all activities!! Processors working 24/7 Processing gene information Tweaking and fine tuning Some info and trashing a few Data storage many TB more Than many data centers could Offer with minimum Upkeep and maintenance Self-Encryption capabilities And above all the ability To produce both male and Female of their species All from getting just One ***** and ultimately infusion of LIFE Into the product as casual As our breathing. Do we know the creator? Different Religions have Different Names for it But all the same it is THE ONLY ONE That counts :-)
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Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
3D printing