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"mottos" poems

They say the ties that bind, wither towards the end Their witty mottos downplay the love of a friend “The blood of the covenant,” the adage remains still frozen, “Flows much thicker than the water of the womb.” And therefore they deduce: our loyalties reduce And family only matters when it is chosen. But the blood relations between man’s nations Groan under the strain of their bond For who would have thought that brothers were not By long and far man’s best creation.

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Oct 2, 2022

Oct 2, 2022 at 12:56 PM UTC

They say the ties that bind, wither towards the end Their witty mottos downplay the love of a friend “The blood of the covenant,” the adage remains still frozen, “Flows much thicker than the water of the womb.” And therefore they deduce: our loyalties reduce And family only matters when it is chosen. But the blood relations between man’s nations Groan under the strain of their bond For who would have thought that brothers were not By long and far man’s best creation.

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I shoud've told the bartender to tie me to the last working pay phone. But I didn't. I let her introduce herself. Sadie, she said, like The Beatle's song. I'm hard to forget, so I asked, What's your motto? She breathed in reverse. She looked at the door. She was past mottos. It was Josh, right? Yeah. Let me tell you something. I'm the bad, **** ***** that's gonna wreck your health. And she did. Every weekend for 105 weekends. I opened her up like a paycheck. I spent her on a big brass bed. I spent her on glass tile. I spent her on the kitchen island. The Japanese table. The water lily pond. Her brother Frank or Gary or Marvin---some American classic---kept us horizontal with white whiskey from his personal still. Personal still. And there is a house in New Orleans, but there's another one in Colorado Springs, one you should be wary of. I shoud've told the bartender to tie me to the last working pay phone. But I didn't. I let him tell me about his dream. My name is Jack, he said, as in Jumpin' Jack Flash. Like the Rolling Stones' song? Like the Stones' song, man. You were in it. Four white girls shared one mic. Karaoke night. You were in my dream. Are you listening to me? I'm gonna say it anyways. I only had one eye, but I could see you. Seen you plain as day. You were scared of me. As you should be. We were on the coast. No, I don't know which one. I saw that thought on your forehead. It was a dream. Anyway, you were holding a pen. A giant pen. And I asked for your name. I lifted my drink from the makeshift napkin coaster. Pulled a pen out of my coat pocket. Straightened out the napkin. I scribbled Nobody. Handed it to him. And aimed myself toward the interstate. I shoud've told the bartender to tie me to the last working pay phone. But I didn't. She had one helluva an afro. Her name was Katrina, not like any song, like the hurricane. My skin tastes a little like coffee, Katrina said. I like coffee. You wouldn't like me. Probably not. But I've been lost in this bar forever. I could change my mind. No, sweetie. Forever ain't that long. Just ask my ex-husband. Katrina paid for her drink. Asked me if I'd like the change. Yeah, I'll take it. I called my buddy Chris back in Oklahoma, but he didn't answer. I called my buddy Ben back in Oklahoma, but he didn't answer. Sam. Sarah. Brooks. Nothing. Silence. Barkeep (I always wanted to say it), I don't think your phone is working. It works. You gotta remember kid. You're on Rocky time. There's an hour, every night, where you're the only person you know that's awake.

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Jul 30, 2013

Jul 30, 2013 at 2:48 AM UTC

I shoud've told the bartender to tie me to the last working pay phone. But I didn't. I let her introduce herself. Sadie, she said, like The Beatle's song. I'm hard to forget, so I asked, What's your motto? She breathed in reverse. She looked at the door. She was past mottos. It was Josh, right? Yeah. Let me tell you something. I'm the bad, **** ***** that's gonna wreck your health. And she did. Every weekend for 105 weekends. I opened her up like a paycheck. I spent her on a big brass bed. I spent her on glass tile. I spent her on the kitchen island. The Japanese table. The water lily pond. Her brother Frank or Gary or Marvin---some American classic---kept us horizontal with white whiskey from his personal still. Personal still. And there is a house in New Orleans, but there's another one in Colorado Springs, one you should be wary of. I shoud've told the bartender to tie me to the last working pay phone. But I didn't. I let him tell me about his dream. My name is Jack, he said, as in Jumpin' Jack Flash. Like the Rolling Stones' song? Like the Stones' song, man. You were in it. Four white girls shared one mic. Karaoke night. You were in my dream. Are you listening to me? I'm gonna say it anyways. I only had one eye, but I could see you. Seen you plain as day. You were scared of me. As you should be. We were on the coast. No, I don't know which one. I saw that thought on your forehead. It was a dream. Anyway, you were holding a pen. A giant pen. And I asked for your name. I lifted my drink from the makeshift napkin coaster. Pulled a pen out of my coat pocket. Straightened out the napkin. I scribbled Nobody. Handed it to him. And aimed myself toward the interstate. I shoud've told the bartender to tie me to the last working pay phone. But I didn't. She had one helluva an afro. Her name was Katrina, not like any song, like the hurricane. My skin tastes a little like coffee, Katrina said. I like coffee. You wouldn't like me. Probably not. But I've been lost in this bar forever. I could change my mind. No, sweetie. Forever ain't that long. Just ask my ex-husband. Katrina paid for her drink. Asked me if I'd like the change. Yeah, I'll take it. I called my buddy Chris back in Oklahoma, but he didn't answer. I called my buddy Ben back in Oklahoma, but he didn't answer. Sam. Sarah. Brooks. Nothing. Silence. Barkeep (I always wanted to say it), I don't think your phone is working. It works. You gotta remember kid. You're on Rocky time. There's an hour, every night, where you're the only person you know that's awake.

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Under the bridge, a once again Tranced by the rhythm of a river Chaos culminated to calm strains Crucified and paraded in clarity A push and I pushed deeper to sink Your eyes lighted with a remedy A redemption of persisting ache A depth tucked and hidden in a mast Unclaimed and reared, purely untainted An essence delivered by a spirited past Cocoon to a parameter of perception A scent delicately brewed in aged truce Under a bridge in a moment called now Blocks scented with nitrogen spurred ***** A depart from the swan hypnotic dreams A renegade of mottos, hollows of morrows

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Apr 4, 2016

Apr 4, 2016 at 4:54 AM UTC

Hollows of Morrows (Additional Audio)

Under the bridge, a once again Tranced by the rhythm of a river Chaos culminated to calm strains Crucified and paraded in clarity A push and I pushed deeper to sink Your eyes lighted with a remedy A redemption of persisting ache A depth tucked and hidden in a mast Unclaimed and reared, purely untainted An essence delivered by a spirited past Cocoon to a parameter of perception A scent delicately brewed in aged truce Under a bridge in a moment called now Blocks scented with nitrogen spurred ***** A depart from the swan hypnotic dreams A renegade of mottos, hollows of morrows

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My mottos matter. Yours do too. What you believe Becomes true for you. Her motto was that Hard work was the key. She never had fun. How could she? She always worked hard. She believed that she ought to. The question remains, What is your life's motto?

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May 31, 2014

May 31, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC

My mottos matter. Yours do too. What you believe Becomes true for you. Her motto was that Hard work was the key. She never had fun. How could she? She always worked hard. She believed that she ought to. The question remains, What is your life's motto?

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My mind is shattered Green glass bottles lining a city curb My body is scarred Battle wounds from an inner war I am awkward and shy Mouths go mute and sound becomes silence I am weird and uneducated Care about myself like pigs care about wings I choose emptiness and haze Love is a fantasy, let the tab dissolve I choose lies and incomplete thoughts As interesting as a white wall But I want you Poetic mottos, background story, fluttering ideas But I can’t have you Age, timing, hopelessness, broken, sinner.

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Feb 26, 2012

Feb 26, 2012 at 11:27 PM UTC

cassandra-forte

Struggles of a Wretch

My mind is shattered Green glass bottles lining a city curb My body is scarred Battle wounds from an inner war I am awkward and shy Mouths go mute and sound becomes silence I am weird and uneducated Care about myself like pigs care about wings I choose emptiness and haze Love is a fantasy, let the tab dissolve I choose lies and incomplete thoughts As interesting as a white wall But I want you Poetic mottos, background story, fluttering ideas But I can’t have you Age, timing, hopelessness, broken, sinner.

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Old mottos resurfaced in a strange land Ogling blindly eyeballs all over the horizontal landscapes Laying with my head upside dangling from the bed Drunk wobbling it up now to find balanced faces like demi-demon ghosts white haunting panting voices and legs for days dwindling each other down with nail file twine How long does it take to cut open your arm with an unlit candle? Rub at it turning the wax skin and burn I have your half blood head fang hanging over my bed now It bleeds on me still Drips in my mouth while I rest It tastes okay I guess

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Sep 22, 2012

Sep 22, 2012 at 4:16 AM UTC

Old mottos resurfaced in a strange land Ogling blindly eyeballs all over the horizontal landscapes Laying with my head upside dangling from the bed Drunk wobbling it up now to find balanced faces like demi-demon ghosts white haunting panting voices and legs for days dwindling each other down with nail file twine How long does it take to cut open your arm with an unlit candle? Rub at it turning the wax skin and burn I have your half blood head fang hanging over my bed now It bleeds on me still Drips in my mouth while I rest It tastes okay I guess

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What's the difference between man and woman? When all there is---mistakes and clichéd mottos We failed to fully respect each other, and just disguised ourselves as gods instead of being human

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Apr 20, 2021

Apr 20, 2021 at 8:28 PM UTC

What's the difference between man and woman? When all there is---mistakes and clichéd mottos We failed to fully respect each other, and just disguised ourselves as gods instead of being human

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My dear friend, There's no answer in those bottles Or those false bravados There's truth in cliche mottos But those answers are hollow Unlike those pills you swallow Because you're chronically suicidal With no contrary to guide you And no lover to confide to So you'll just cram it all in a note in the hotel room they find you Now you're only living through all the strangers you were kind to The family that stood beside you The hell you dragged their mind through The lovers you had lied to The crafts that you had fine tuned The dark past behind you And whatever state your mind looms now With love, M. Whit

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Mar 13, 2017

Mar 13, 2017 at 1:40 PM UTC

Illuminationworkshop

Return to Sender II

My dear friend, There's no answer in those bottles Or those false bravados There's truth in cliche mottos But those answers are hollow Unlike those pills you swallow Because you're chronically suicidal With no contrary to guide you And no lover to confide to So you'll just cram it all in a note in the hotel room they find you Now you're only living through all the strangers you were kind to The family that stood beside you The hell you dragged their mind through The lovers you had lied to The crafts that you had fine tuned The dark past behind you And whatever state your mind looms now With love, M. Whit

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Learned more from this pain than i ever did from a church. Listening to your gut but make sure you detox it first. **** be killin me softly, leave me in a Hearse, Never a good thing when i hear from you first. Be careful what you see, even salt look like sugar, Maturity is not throwing salt when you know you could've, And not smackin ******* when you know you should've. People Be like "oh i miss you" **** i miss me too. Had to use these teflon tissues to get me thru, You not alone, **** i wanna be with me too, Deadass On some days , smiles were too good to be true. I be business minded when i be minding my business. And ****** be ******* and ******* be on some ***** **** Overcame this novocain, Recasted the impression of depression, Ring around the rosary, Never relying on religion. Im from a home of funny bones And My elbows been ashy, I knew It would take more than macaroni art to kraft me, And i been itching for this platform If you ask me, I used to wonder if i was a real person. I used to wonder like what's my real purpose? When i was young ,I taught my shadow to stick to my toes, When lifes a battle, I fought to stick to mottos. As a poet i never looked at it this way, I never booked myself for this reading. I was overbooked. I bookmarked my favorite moments , I been forever overlooked. And never understood what "more" ment, I been overcooked. The preheating of this season left me bleeding. This farenheit left me heavy breathin No fear of heights but Excuse me while I fall from - grace - me with your presence and These broken promises, Never been transparent to this degree, Had to leave that monster house. That was my American horror story. I used to be couped up, Had to tell double d to get outta my laboratory, See mfs want my jazz but not my blues, They Wanna be in my class but aint payed they dues, Yall be Morally incorrect, ....More or less... Lately i been Moralless, Need to get saved no church bells , Put me on the zach Morris list, These rhymes be like my confessions, Front row seat to my ascension, Carry out this life to which we've been sentenced, Delivery me from evil - with even more incentives, I dream in MLA format. Double spaced a letter to my younger self, Just some **** I wish i told the older me A ***** laundry list of things I thought ought to be owed to me, My OCD be blowin me, Need all my ducks in a row, My prolonged silence been leading this Crescendo, Im not playing NO GAMES, fuxk you and your Nintendo.

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Mar 10, 2021

Mar 10, 2021 at 10:00 PM UTC

Learned more from this pain than i ever did from a church. Listening to your gut but make sure you detox it first. **** be killin me softly, leave me in a Hearse, Never a good thing when i hear from you first. Be careful what you see, even salt look like sugar, Maturity is not throwing salt when you know you could've, And not smackin ******* when you know you should've. People Be like "oh i miss you" **** i miss me too. Had to use these teflon tissues to get me thru, You not alone, **** i wanna be with me too, Deadass On some days , smiles were too good to be true. I be business minded when i be minding my business. And ****** be ******* and ******* be on some ***** **** Overcame this novocain, Recasted the impression of depression, Ring around the rosary, Never relying on religion. Im from a home of funny bones And My elbows been ashy, I knew It would take more than macaroni art to kraft me, And i been itching for this platform If you ask me, I used to wonder if i was a real person. I used to wonder like what's my real purpose? When i was young ,I taught my shadow to stick to my toes, When lifes a battle, I fought to stick to mottos. As a poet i never looked at it this way, I never booked myself for this reading. I was overbooked. I bookmarked my favorite moments , I been forever overlooked. And never understood what "more" ment, I been overcooked. The preheating of this season left me bleeding. This farenheit left me heavy breathin No fear of heights but Excuse me while I fall from - grace - me with your presence and These broken promises, Never been transparent to this degree, Had to leave that monster house. That was my American horror story. I used to be couped up, Had to tell double d to get outta my laboratory, See mfs want my jazz but not my blues, They Wanna be in my class but aint payed they dues, Yall be Morally incorrect, ....More or less... Lately i been Moralless, Need to get saved no church bells , Put me on the zach Morris list, These rhymes be like my confessions, Front row seat to my ascension, Carry out this life to which we've been sentenced, Delivery me from evil - with even more incentives, I dream in MLA format. Double spaced a letter to my younger self, Just some **** I wish i told the older me A ***** laundry list of things I thought ought to be owed to me, My OCD be blowin me, Need all my ducks in a row, My prolonged silence been leading this Crescendo, Im not playing NO GAMES, fuxk you and your Nintendo.

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Everything has to be by the book. I hate that book. One By One We are a unit We are given The freedom To speak of something better To live by different mottos To believe in stories of the past Often, we must Live by this book of rules A helpful, Organized book I despise it In this book We are only given The illusion That we own ourselves.

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Jul 21, 2011

Jul 21, 2011 at 9:20 PM UTC

Everything has to be by the book. I hate that book. One By One We are a unit We are given The freedom To speak of something better To live by different mottos To believe in stories of the past Often, we must Live by this book of rules A helpful, Organized book I despise it In this book We are only given The illusion That we own ourselves.

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Once the window open up it's a different kind of breeze And ****** put in extra work if they live on there knees No subtitles but my idols have the safe for the work And If they were force I made sure I enjoyed the perks But I chose wisely in all my different cases So I Shine bright no diamonds just the apollo laces No church for the wild but just different kind of mockery So let me put it down be for they start mocking me Kings to the mild but what does the gold represents The Depression and aggression and horrible contents But that just history they don't want y'all to know the events Because if y'all knew the truth y'all would fall and repent Snakes in the grass but they come in different colors So don't fall for the winter cold and false umbrellas I subscribe you to sleep it off with brand new intentions Because if we fall down they will still erase what was mention Official with the hooks but I change for the books And If I get any points then I might look shooked So ima have to storage my monogamy's in my apologies Cuz ima **** myself if I start to believe in my Sorrys But my description is chopped down to one piece But if I mix it all then y'all all will destroy my peace The vision is blurred but followers don't be scared Cuz if I disappear it's to only to be reappear Uh No god to this Uh No honor to this Uh No honestly to miss Uh No lies to kiss So the pro tools is open to the old school And Exit them out because they're the ones who made the rules Perfection is the correction if there's no path to follow So I guess my wisdom will be my words and y'all new mottos

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Jul 13, 2014

Jul 13, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC

steven-rude-harris

No Church For The Wild

Once the window open up it's a different kind of breeze And ****** put in extra work if they live on there knees No subtitles but my idols have the safe for the work And If they were force I made sure I enjoyed the perks But I chose wisely in all my different cases So I Shine bright no diamonds just the apollo laces No church for the wild but just different kind of mockery So let me put it down be for they start mocking me Kings to the mild but what does the gold represents The Depression and aggression and horrible contents But that just history they don't want y'all to know the events Because if y'all knew the truth y'all would fall and repent Snakes in the grass but they come in different colors So don't fall for the winter cold and false umbrellas I subscribe you to sleep it off with brand new intentions Because if we fall down they will still erase what was mention Official with the hooks but I change for the books And If I get any points then I might look shooked So ima have to storage my monogamy's in my apologies Cuz ima **** myself if I start to believe in my Sorrys But my description is chopped down to one piece But if I mix it all then y'all all will destroy my peace The vision is blurred but followers don't be scared Cuz if I disappear it's to only to be reappear Uh No god to this Uh No honor to this Uh No honestly to miss Uh No lies to kiss So the pro tools is open to the old school And Exit them out because they're the ones who made the rules Perfection is the correction if there's no path to follow So I guess my wisdom will be my words and y'all new mottos

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utter too old for self-help, mottos and slogan tokens, fool useless, and come pre-broken need a goal summary, a single word capturing the struggle perpetual, and a word that is an only commandment utter and when it I utter it is a philosophy, a command, an auto-renewed challenge, the only sensible, true definition of love, simple encompass total permanence it is first of the day, last at night for in a life of utter there are no gaps, interruption, allowances... say it utterly

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Oct 18, 2015

Oct 18, 2015 at 11:18 AM UTC

utter too old for self-help, mottos and slogan tokens, fool useless, and come pre-broken need a goal summary, a single word capturing the struggle perpetual, and a word that is an only commandment utter and when it I utter it is a philosophy, a command, an auto-renewed challenge, the only sensible, true definition of love, simple encompass total permanence it is first of the day, last at night for in a life of utter there are no gaps, interruption, allowances... say it utterly

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The men I date The places I live a song I humm don't know the lyrics to I forgot where I heard it You say give it up and come to me I say yes but I can't leave Is it my pride Is it because you're too close to a young child's daydream All you see Is pretty And good enough for me I need a place to hide And that isn't in these mottos that were forced on me Friends and colleagues saying the same **** thing There will always be you and me In a sound In a smell In a new woman to pull the trigger You're a liar, You can't hate me

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Mar 11, 2014

Mar 11, 2014 at 2:39 AM UTC

The men I date The places I live a song I humm don't know the lyrics to I forgot where I heard it You say give it up and come to me I say yes but I can't leave Is it my pride Is it because you're too close to a young child's daydream All you see Is pretty And good enough for me I need a place to hide And that isn't in these mottos that were forced on me Friends and colleagues saying the same **** thing There will always be you and me In a sound In a smell In a new woman to pull the trigger You're a liar, You can't hate me

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Tempers edge the need for your anvil head to break. The way back from work saw Lowry people scrape the pavement. Dog-leg drags of shuffle, of make-up slide, mixing flea-skin sweat with pollen rub into a tincture of stench. This is image that I do not want I have half a mind to **** but I cannot be bothered, the other ,a a monologue of delirious ramblings some" French kings versus squadron mottos" thing... and , in truth, I am not sure what it's going on about. I am indoors, windows open, curtains closed naked from the waist down, feeding the freedom of sprawl- but this is mistake of gargantuan order a cosmic, foolish, schoolboy- error of judgement. The sofa is leather. My scar tangled manners are reports of my standing an amateur tanners spewed stew of expletives. In a half-arsed way it seems I am to remain part of the furniture I search for shorts.. long shorts, short longs, whatever, my legs and **** seek the solace of cloth. On the canal a coot needs oiling what feels like 20 minutes of incessant jar is tapping with my rationale Testing my love for all things feathered. Something needs to give. I am a Gobi taste of sandal straps and in dire need of irrigation/ rehydration I have waited way too long for liquid... Don't get me wrong, this isn't some test of deprivation- this is heat swung laziness that is all it is..nothing more nothing less.. And so.. We will get it tonight You cannot pull isobars this far apart to not have them break.. And that ogrish flat-top is thugging the harbour side rents.. Ah yes... "Après moi le deluge" Seems to make sense, now

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Jun 24, 2017

Jun 24, 2017 at 4:02 AM UTC

alistair-william-bullen

Tempers edge the need for your anvil head to break. The way back from work saw Lowry people scrape the pavement. Dog-leg drags of shuffle, of make-up slide, mixing flea-skin sweat with pollen rub into a tincture of stench. This is image that I do not want I have half a mind to **** but I cannot be bothered, the other ,a a monologue of delirious ramblings some" French kings versus squadron mottos" thing... and , in truth, I am not sure what it's going on about. I am indoors, windows open, curtains closed naked from the waist down, feeding the freedom of sprawl- but this is mistake of gargantuan order a cosmic, foolish, schoolboy- error of judgement. The sofa is leather. My scar tangled manners are reports of my standing an amateur tanners spewed stew of expletives. In a half-arsed way it seems I am to remain part of the furniture I search for shorts.. long shorts, short longs, whatever, my legs and **** seek the solace of cloth. On the canal a coot needs oiling what feels like 20 minutes of incessant jar is tapping with my rationale Testing my love for all things feathered. Something needs to give. I am a Gobi taste of sandal straps and in dire need of irrigation/ rehydration I have waited way too long for liquid... Don't get me wrong, this isn't some test of deprivation- this is heat swung laziness that is all it is..nothing more nothing less.. And so.. We will get it tonight You cannot pull isobars this far apart to not have them break.. And that ogrish flat-top is thugging the harbour side rents.. Ah yes... "Après moi le deluge" Seems to make sense, now

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eventually your LIES become your TRUTHS if you can't blow them away with your BRILLIANCE baffle them with your ********

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Jan 10, 2016

Jan 10, 2016 at 10:57 PM UTC

eventually your LIES become your TRUTHS if you can't blow them away with your BRILLIANCE baffle them with your ********

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Come, discern, focus, conceive the two degree wide, two said sounds wide, two words wide agon, we call the mindspace, now, in time agged into efforting conception, we hold each a seed within ourselves, and we have been lead to believe we learn in real time, while we digest suggestions from the environs, while we why away another reason war has used to make hate, articles of faith, he who does not hate is father and his mother, brother, did you take the oath, the one at a four square baptism, didja? So, you are pretty sure there is a hell to shun, and one unrepented will to ill treat a living liar, such as all men just happened to be, because, and you know its true, because the bible says Paul read in on a… Ode to Zeus, factcheck me, I'm good. no liar shall enter truths spirit will to make up minds used to making peace in terms of loving push and pull adverarial wonderous chaotic beautiful rushes, or thunderous clouds of sunset joy, during latter rains, each year. There it was on the way into the Agon, where mottos enforce mental engagement, - a royal society motto, - take no man at his word, science proves - true the admonition. citizens must be readers ready to read the omens, and the letters all spelled out in Delphic chance, to those initiates in service as translators. As your scribe, dear patron saint, what would your holy other than usness say to us, as we inquire in spirit form, mere thoughts, from words another feeds us as we think? It is the symbol of the curious, the wise serpent, most honed first guess, right, answers sworn do tell, as ever before becomes thinkable, we can imagine humans building Machu Pichu, crow-lee squacks, waddayathankftat.

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Oct 24, 2024

Oct 24, 2024 at 8:16 PM UTC

What if this were thinkable...

Come, discern, focus, conceive the two degree wide, two said sounds wide, two words wide agon, we call the mindspace, now, in time agged into efforting conception, we hold each a seed within ourselves, and we have been lead to believe we learn in real time, while we digest suggestions from the environs, while we why away another reason war has used to make hate, articles of faith, he who does not hate is father and his mother, brother, did you take the oath, the one at a four square baptism, didja? So, you are pretty sure there is a hell to shun, and one unrepented will to ill treat a living liar, such as all men just happened to be, because, and you know its true, because the bible says Paul read in on a… Ode to Zeus, factcheck me, I'm good. no liar shall enter truths spirit will to make up minds used to making peace in terms of loving push and pull adverarial wonderous chaotic beautiful rushes, or thunderous clouds of sunset joy, during latter rains, each year. There it was on the way into the Agon, where mottos enforce mental engagement, - a royal society motto, - take no man at his word, science proves - true the admonition. citizens must be readers ready to read the omens, and the letters all spelled out in Delphic chance, to those initiates in service as translators. As your scribe, dear patron saint, what would your holy other than usness say to us, as we inquire in spirit form, mere thoughts, from words another feeds us as we think? It is the symbol of the curious, the wise serpent, most honed first guess, right, answers sworn do tell, as ever before becomes thinkable, we can imagine humans building Machu Pichu, crow-lee squacks, waddayathankftat.

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MOTTOS I have two mottos that sustain me Through whatever comes along. Number one says simply: “LIFE IS TOUGH - BUT I AM TOUGHER” The second is A little longer. It says: TOUGH TIMES DON’T LAST - TOUGH PEOPLE DO. I don’t know where These words all came from. I only know they keep me On my feet and moving on. ljm

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Jun 4, 2018

Jun 4, 2018 at 5:57 PM UTC

LoriJonesMcCaffery

MOTTOS I have two mottos that sustain me Through whatever comes along. Number one says simply: “LIFE IS TOUGH - BUT I AM TOUGHER” The second is A little longer. It says: TOUGH TIMES DON’T LAST - TOUGH PEOPLE DO. I don’t know where These words all came from. I only know they keep me On my feet and moving on. ljm

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Disheveled and mutated. Ugly shell of what it used to be. Our government curated by the CEO Neo-Con warheads with nuclear weapon arms and drone strikes aimed at every other countries heart. Hawks of the most grotesque nature. Warhawks with bombs of freedom and democracy. The right to social justice and free choice are properties of the US. Yet those same words "Property of the US" line those missles, the only freedom they ring is freedom from this world. Free to dive into the afterlife. Staunch support to policies of corrpution. Reeking of ****** and money. Dressed in red and green, piles of each, blood and money line their legacies. Facades played out in media like a family soap opera. Facsist facades play out in legislature, tyranny inducing consequences. Justice not served as they rally around the mottos of "Just us". As in just us rich and powerful get to pass laws. Just us white and privileged get walk away from cops without a 12 Guage bullet in the brain. As in just us media pundits know about politics. In jusice they have no belief. Only selfish belief of "just us". Oligarchic and xenophobic. Slandering the people's knowledge like we don't feel the ***** hand of power encasing us in its ****** grips. Convincing out of fear we are all each other's worst enemies due to color religion or Politcal theory. Propaganda created shackles out of freedom and enslaved us in our own good will. The ***** roots of our skyscrapers poison the soul because what they rake in at the top is dollars made from death and destruction. From the creation of war refugees and third world farmer suicides they install suede in the penthouse. The money has created shackles out of freedom and enslaved us.

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Jul 29, 2016

Jul 29, 2016 at 5:00 AM UTC

Disheveled and mutated. Ugly shell of what it used to be. Our government curated by the CEO Neo-Con warheads with nuclear weapon arms and drone strikes aimed at every other countries heart. Hawks of the most grotesque nature. Warhawks with bombs of freedom and democracy. The right to social justice and free choice are properties of the US. Yet those same words "Property of the US" line those missles, the only freedom they ring is freedom from this world. Free to dive into the afterlife. Staunch support to policies of corrpution. Reeking of ****** and money. Dressed in red and green, piles of each, blood and money line their legacies. Facades played out in media like a family soap opera. Facsist facades play out in legislature, tyranny inducing consequences. Justice not served as they rally around the mottos of "Just us". As in just us rich and powerful get to pass laws. Just us white and privileged get walk away from cops without a 12 Guage bullet in the brain. As in just us media pundits know about politics. In jusice they have no belief. Only selfish belief of "just us". Oligarchic and xenophobic. Slandering the people's knowledge like we don't feel the ***** hand of power encasing us in its ****** grips. Convincing out of fear we are all each other's worst enemies due to color religion or Politcal theory. Propaganda created shackles out of freedom and enslaved us in our own good will. The ***** roots of our skyscrapers poison the soul because what they rake in at the top is dollars made from death and destruction. From the creation of war refugees and third world farmer suicides they install suede in the penthouse. The money has created shackles out of freedom and enslaved us.

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I think I think we have high expectations for a world constantly competing We expect to be treated fairly And to treat others fairer God how we wish that were true I think we live in a world where beauty really is only skin deep but the slogans and mottos will have you think otherwise as you buy that new mascara and pass on one more cookie And not that we cant be who we want to but because you are ranked by social class and the amount of space left in your closet By the grade you got in science or how fast you ran the sprint in gym I think Amelia earhart is still alive And my stuffed animals come alive when I leave the room I think global warming is a bigger deal then kim kardashian’s nip slip i think we dream and dream because we know reality will never just give it to us. we have to earn it. I think we give more to others because we expect them to eventually do the same for us I think people with mental illnesses are seen as outcasts but I think they actually see the pain and shattered, ripped corners that the rest of the world pretends not to see I think bathing suits are uncomfortable and the sun is a ball of light that punishes us for wearing such small items of clothing I think we work too hard and money should just turn into snakes and slither away because that alone would solve so many problems i think kids need more activity and less school i think the government is ran bycorrupt leaders and one day they will be the reason we collapse into dust i think magazines portray beautiful women making us other women feel not beautiful but who cares what i think it's just what i think

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Jun 1, 2018

Jun 1, 2018 at 7:32 PM UTC

I think I think we have high expectations for a world constantly competing We expect to be treated fairly And to treat others fairer God how we wish that were true I think we live in a world where beauty really is only skin deep but the slogans and mottos will have you think otherwise as you buy that new mascara and pass on one more cookie And not that we cant be who we want to but because you are ranked by social class and the amount of space left in your closet By the grade you got in science or how fast you ran the sprint in gym I think Amelia earhart is still alive And my stuffed animals come alive when I leave the room I think global warming is a bigger deal then kim kardashian’s nip slip i think we dream and dream because we know reality will never just give it to us. we have to earn it. I think we give more to others because we expect them to eventually do the same for us I think people with mental illnesses are seen as outcasts but I think they actually see the pain and shattered, ripped corners that the rest of the world pretends not to see I think bathing suits are uncomfortable and the sun is a ball of light that punishes us for wearing such small items of clothing I think we work too hard and money should just turn into snakes and slither away because that alone would solve so many problems i think kids need more activity and less school i think the government is ran bycorrupt leaders and one day they will be the reason we collapse into dust i think magazines portray beautiful women making us other women feel not beautiful but who cares what i think it's just what i think

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Are You .... " P.C. " .... ? What Does That Mean ... ? Does It Make You Feel You're Good ..... ?!? And Treat People The Way You Should ... ? I Guess For Some ... That's What This Means ... ? Well Folks I Hate To ... SHATTER Dreams ... !!! But ... That's NOT What It Means To ME ... !!! Calling Me ... " Coloured " ... Instead of ... " Black " ... ISN'T RIGHT ... !!!!! What's Up With That ... ?!? How Many Colours ... Do You ... SEE ... ?!? When You REALLY ... Look At ... ME ... !?! Coloured Is How White Folks Be ... After Fighting ... In The Street ... !!!!! But Am I Black ... ??? Or Am I Simply ... Just A Man ... With A Slightly ... DARKER Tan ... !!! Check Those Words ... And ... " OVER - STAND " ... !!!!! P.C. Means .... NOTHING ... To Me ... !!! P.C. Can Stand For .... " Police Constable " ..... Too Many of Them ... Means ... Here Comes TROUBLE ... !!!!! P. C. ..... Does NOT Mean ... You Are ..... " Humble " ..... !!!!!! Stay With Me Now .... Don't You .... " Stumble " .... !!! This Simple Piece of Poetry ... Will NOT Be Seen As Being ... " P.C. " ... !!! Especially By The ... " Bourgeoisie " ... !!!!! But Truthfully ...... What Does It Mean ... ? " Personal Computer ? " Or ... Could It Be ... ? " Big Brother's Viewer ? " ... " Watching " ... ALL The Things We Do ... ? Whilst Surfing Sites ... In Our Bedrooms ... I'm Not Sure ... ? Do You Have A View ... ? That's Something ... On Which To ... Chew ... !!! "Eh get back to the question Jack !?!" "Actually, the name is Virge ! Son, listen up, to these here words !!! are you P.C., or dismissing my poetry !?!" Here's Some More ... ..... " Analogies " ..... P.C. Could Mean ... ? YES ... " Poetry Clique !!! " That's ... BAD P.C. ... !!!!!!!! I See These Cliques And EVIL Breeds ... And Watch Them From A .... " Distant Seat " ................................... ........ !!! P.C. ... Could Mean ... A .... " Private Club " .... Do You See The Link ... ??? GOOD That's The Stuff ... !!! That Makes ... " P.C. " ... A Thing For Those .... Who May Get Stuck .... Because P.C. .... Means Oh So Much ... !!! To Their ... " little " ... ... NEEDY Minds ... I'm Saying ... !!!!! Are These People Blind ... ?!? THEY Seem To Need ... To Have ... " Guidelines " ... And ... Tend To Lie ... Throughout Their Lives ... THEY Like HARD Drugs ... !!! And ... Getting Drunk ... !!! "Sir, park your car between these lines, NO, NOT those ones ! that's Moss's Drive ! Her Mottos's ... "Be a ******* model, take ******* and wreck your life !!!" Folks That's A Joke ... of ... My Design ... !!! Did You Laugh ... ? If Not ... That's Fine ... Let Me Move On ... And Feed Your Mind ... With More of ..... My .... Simple Rhymes .... !!!!! " P.C. " ... Could Just Mean ... .... " Pretty Cool " ..... ?!? Now THIS Definition ... Fits The Vocal Style I Use ... !!! And My Poetry When Fuelled ....... By My Wish To ... ... Air My Views ... WITHOUT Pretence ... But Through The Use of ... ... " Common Sense " ... My Wordplay's Built ... Like ... Navaho Tents ... !!!!! And Is NOT MEANT To .... ..... Cause Offence ..... !!! But .... " secret sects " .... I DO Detect .... Are Stuck On Being .... " Politically Correct !?! " Now THIS P.C. Is NOT For Me ... !!!!!! Cos' This Defines ... .... " Hypocrisy " .... !!!!!!!!!!!! Be Nice Because ... You WANT TO BE ... !!!!! NOT To Prove .... You Are ............................ ,........ " P.C. "

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Nov 13, 2019

Nov 13, 2019 at 6:30 PM UTC

"P.C." ... A Poem written by Big Virge 11/11/2005

Are You .... " P.C. " .... ? What Does That Mean ... ? Does It Make You Feel You're Good ..... ?!? And Treat People The Way You Should ... ? I Guess For Some ... That's What This Means ... ? Well Folks I Hate To ... SHATTER Dreams ... !!! But ... That's NOT What It Means To ME ... !!! Calling Me ... " Coloured " ... Instead of ... " Black " ... ISN'T RIGHT ... !!!!! What's Up With That ... ?!? How Many Colours ... Do You ... SEE ... ?!? When You REALLY ... Look At ... ME ... !?! Coloured Is How White Folks Be ... After Fighting ... In The Street ... !!!!! But Am I Black ... ??? Or Am I Simply ... Just A Man ... With A Slightly ... DARKER Tan ... !!! Check Those Words ... And ... " OVER - STAND " ... !!!!! P.C. Means .... NOTHING ... To Me ... !!! P.C. Can Stand For .... " Police Constable " ..... Too Many of Them ... Means ... Here Comes TROUBLE ... !!!!! P. C. ..... Does NOT Mean ... You Are ..... " Humble " ..... !!!!!! Stay With Me Now .... Don't You .... " Stumble " .... !!! This Simple Piece of Poetry ... Will NOT Be Seen As Being ... " P.C. " ... !!! Especially By The ... " Bourgeoisie " ... !!!!! But Truthfully ...... What Does It Mean ... ? " Personal Computer ? " Or ... Could It Be ... ? " Big Brother's Viewer ? " ... " Watching " ... ALL The Things We Do ... ? Whilst Surfing Sites ... In Our Bedrooms ... I'm Not Sure ... ? Do You Have A View ... ? That's Something ... On Which To ... Chew ... !!! "Eh get back to the question Jack !?!" "Actually, the name is Virge ! Son, listen up, to these here words !!! are you P.C., or dismissing my poetry !?!" Here's Some More ... ..... " Analogies " ..... P.C. Could Mean ... ? YES ... " Poetry Clique !!! " That's ... BAD P.C. ... !!!!!!!! I See These Cliques And EVIL Breeds ... And Watch Them From A .... " Distant Seat " ................................... ........ !!! P.C. ... Could Mean ... A .... " Private Club " .... Do You See The Link ... ??? GOOD That's The Stuff ... !!! That Makes ... " P.C. " ... A Thing For Those .... Who May Get Stuck .... Because P.C. .... Means Oh So Much ... !!! To Their ... " little " ... ... NEEDY Minds ... I'm Saying ... !!!!! Are These People Blind ... ?!? THEY Seem To Need ... To Have ... " Guidelines " ... And ... Tend To Lie ... Throughout Their Lives ... THEY Like HARD Drugs ... !!! And ... Getting Drunk ... !!! "Sir, park your car between these lines, NO, NOT those ones ! that's Moss's Drive ! Her Mottos's ... "Be a ******* model, take ******* and wreck your life !!!" Folks That's A Joke ... of ... My Design ... !!! Did You Laugh ... ? If Not ... That's Fine ... Let Me Move On ... And Feed Your Mind ... With More of ..... My .... Simple Rhymes .... !!!!! " P.C. " ... Could Just Mean ... .... " Pretty Cool " ..... ?!? Now THIS Definition ... Fits The Vocal Style I Use ... !!! And My Poetry When Fuelled ....... By My Wish To ... ... Air My Views ... WITHOUT Pretence ... But Through The Use of ... ... " Common Sense " ... My Wordplay's Built ... Like ... Navaho Tents ... !!!!! And Is NOT MEANT To .... ..... Cause Offence ..... !!! But .... " secret sects " .... I DO Detect .... Are Stuck On Being .... " Politically Correct !?! " Now THIS P.C. Is NOT For Me ... !!!!!! Cos' This Defines ... .... " Hypocrisy " .... !!!!!!!!!!!! Be Nice Because ... You WANT TO BE ... !!!!! NOT To Prove .... You Are ............................ ,........ " P.C. "

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