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He was taken into custody on Friday After he got off a bus in Marseille That had come from Amsterdam By way of Brussels, According to police. The manhunt began After he opened fire At the Jewish Museum In the center of Brussels, Killing at least 3 people, Obviously: an anti-Semitic attack. He was taken into custody “As soon as he set foot in France,” According to François Hollande, Congratulating himself For an efficient round up of The usual suspects, all Jihadi Round trippers from Syria. He was taken into custody in a mere 6 days-- A magnifique display of French efficiency, A sublime achievement by Our furry friends in Police-Protective Services. The swarthy perp was carrying a Kalashnikov-- That’s AK-47 for you NRA gun nuts-- A handgun, ammunition, a baseball cap, A small video recording device, and a Copy of The Koran, All items matching Descriptions of the gunman, And, even if not, a known-terrorist Named Mahdi bin Laden, Carrying an assault rifle Would have been enough To fit the profile, Justify the profiling, Sufficient to stop anyone Passing through Customs, Except, of course The French Corps Diplomatique, Wreaking most of the havoc in the EU these days. There was once a time when any Thom, Dieter or Heine Could get outta town on a ratline, Blessed by the Pope, Assisted by the OSS. A white linen suit and a Panama hat: Was all it took any Schutzstaffel To pull off another Argentine makeover, Melt into the landscape, Speaking Spanish with a thick German brogue. It’s nice to know Jew persecution is criminal, Socially frowned on these days.
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Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 5:59 PM UTC
“Jihad”
He was taken into custody on Friday After he got off a bus in Marseille That had come from Amsterdam By way of Brussels, According to police. The manhunt began After he opened fire At the Jewish Museum In the center of Brussels, Killing at least 3 people, Obviously: an anti-Semitic attack. He was taken into custody “As soon as he set foot in France,” According to François Hollande, Congratulating himself For an efficient round up of The usual suspects, all Jihadi Round trippers from Syria. He was taken into custody in a mere 6 days-- A magnifique display of French efficiency, A sublime achievement by Our furry friends in Police-Protective Services. The swarthy perp was carrying a Kalashnikov-- That’s AK-47 for you NRA gun nuts-- A handgun, ammunition, a baseball cap, A small video recording device, and a Copy of The Koran, All items matching Descriptions of the gunman, And, even if not, a known-terrorist Named Mahdi bin Laden, Carrying an assault rifle Would have been enough To fit the profile, Justify the profiling, Sufficient to stop anyone Passing through Customs, Except, of course The French Corps Diplomatique, Wreaking most of the havoc in the EU these days. There was once a time when any Thom, Dieter or Heine Could get outta town on a ratline, Blessed by the Pope, Assisted by the OSS. A white linen suit and a Panama hat: Was all it took any Schutzstaffel To pull off another Argentine makeover, Melt into the landscape, Speaking Spanish with a thick German brogue. It’s nice to know Jew persecution is criminal, Socially frowned on these days.
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Acrostic poem. I tell you all 'bout yourself so deeply. Loss of words I'll never get surely, Over the cliff we will fall freely, Victory will come so quickly, Ever imagining it as purely. Your question goes clearly, Of course sharing openly, Up & above all happily.
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Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 7:56 PM UTC
I Love You
I. this room tastes like a storm on the sea: salt crashes in waves against the soft shore of my lips, hot like thunder, hard as hail. drenched, desperate, drowning, fingers palm-deep in wet earth, you infuse my blood with lightning, fill my lungs with water, pull me under-- a death knell floods our ears, a furious cradle of waves; our eyes shut, lashes silvered with rain, mouths crushed, sharing one last breath, electricity still humming at my core, our bodies making last promises II. the current lifts us to the surface; we clasp each other and pray to the old gods ignite us, belyse oss, strike us, ignite-- the sky yellows over us and we taste petroleum on our tongues and we dig in with fingers and limbs we absorb each other, we hold-- your eyes are blue as the water when the wind rips you from me-- ignite us ignite us lightning breaks the tempest-- bathed in gasoline, we become two flames in the sea, inextinguishable.
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 2:59 AM UTC
great red spot
Det kaller på oss som en svak hvisken i vintervinden følger det oss Aldri slipper vi unna dets kalde gisp Den tunge kjettingen strammes rundt brystet Kulden sprer seg gjennom kroppen Lammer tankene Fyller sinnet Til det omfavner deg Og alt du ser er dødt
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May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 8:50 PM UTC
Vintervinden
I stjärnornas ljus utan boning utan hus. Hör vindens svaga sång livet tystnar på en gång. I luften viskas hemligheter resandes i evigheter. Världen är blott en dröm djupt i din sömn. Stig på i nattens famn följ med oss om du kan.
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May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 2:31 PM UTC
Nattens Famn
There's few spaces in this world where a sea of faces doesn't scare me. There's fewer spaces in this world where the faces turn up to me and smile - real, actual smiles - and not the fake ones for shady profiles. I love you guys. I see Open Eyes - filled with a thirst to know more, see more, be more, be better than before. Eyes that do not blink at the introduction of something new, views that don't flinch when given something to think about. I see Open minds - welcoming the creation of a brand-new world, one where art doesn't have to shuffle along the sidelines of a room, where society can leave  its guidelines at the door.  I'm sure that we here, today, are the first to realize that art creates a life beyond the arbitrary beating of hearts. We're children  of the first thinking generation,  catching on to swinging anchors from sinking ships  to swim up and  breathe in the first gulps of art.
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Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 12:34 PM UTC
NaPoWriMo - #30 - oss-m
A new kind of acrostic for my Pooja: While observing this love of ours, Over the time this world will be jealous. Me you will always find by your side, But we won't let 'em drain our hours, Mine you are solely & I am only yours, Over the decades, they will observe us, We will rather enjoy our lovely showers. Yes, my love, we are going to be happy, Over the long time span of several years, Under the blessings bestowed upon us, Rose of our love has no thorns, Up above into the bed of soft clouds, Onto our heads from the divine mother, Yes, my love, it'll be her blessing for us. I love you and that's an irreversible fact, Nostalgia of her loving caring nature is here, Toss all the worry away into the water, Onto the surface of an agitated stream, Think of us both as the same entity, Never fear the outcome of a nicely done job, I am your friend and your mother. Cool whispers will make their way, Onto your ears they will make ways, Medley of pop songs they will play, Even though we will have differences, My love you cherish, multiply & reflect, Over the moonlit sky so dark blue, Calling all the best caring careful souls. We, you and me, are blessed to be together, It's as if we were never different actually, Let's not worry about the unknown future, Let's just receive what comes with open arms, Let's not fear anything that has not happened yet, It's impractical to worry about the unknown, What if we succeed should be our thought. Because you love me like you have never loved, And I love you exactly like you ever wanted, Being together should be our foremost priority, Yes, with each other we are creating magic, But this is just a hint of our potential together, And we are capable of a lot more after marriage, Because you and I love each other so much. Another thing about this love of ours, A baby will come into your womb.
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Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 6:59 AM UTC
Why They Will Be Jealous
A new kind of acrostic for my Pooja: While observing this love of ours, Over the time this world will be jealous. Me you will always find by your side, But we won't let 'em drain our hours, Mine you are solely & I am only yours, Over the decades, they will observe us, We will rather enjoy our lovely showers. Yes, my love, we are going to be happy, Over the long time span of several years, Under the blessings bestowed upon us, Rose of our love has no thorns, Up above into the bed of soft clouds, Onto our heads from the divine mother, Yes, my love, it'll be her blessing for us. I love you and that's an irreversible fact, Nostalgia of her loving caring nature is here, Toss all the worry away into the water, Onto the surface of an agitated stream, Think of us both as the same entity, Never fear the outcome of a nicely done job, I am your friend and your mother. Cool whispers will make their way, Onto your ears they will make ways, Medley of pop songs they will play, Even though we will have differences, My love you cherish, multiply & reflect, Over the moonlit sky so dark blue, Calling all the best caring careful souls. We, you and me, are blessed to be together, It's as if we were never different actually, Let's not worry about the unknown future, Let's just receive what comes with open arms, Let's not fear anything that has not happened yet, It's impractical to worry about the unknown, What if we succeed should be our thought. Because you love me like you have never loved, And I love you exactly like you ever wanted, Being together should be our foremost priority, Yes, with each other we are creating magic, But this is just a hint of our potential together, And we are capable of a lot more after marriage, Because you and I love each other so much. Another thing about this love of ours, A baby will come into your womb.
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Arm gooin' daàn me muvva's An arm gonna goo by buz Cos me feet am bloomin' urtin' An I aint got me an oss Then arm off to ave some bevvies An arm gonna get kaylied If yow'm in the Jolly Nailor Then arl shaàt ya one inside Doh goo bein' a soft apeth Doh goo doin' owt thats daft Cos when yow'v dun ad' a skinful Then yow know yow just get saft If ar doh see yow befow'r yow goo Arl see yow on anon Cos arm kippin' on the sofa Raànd me mums aàs back up um
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Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 9:24 AM UTC
Daàn Me Muvva's
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Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 4:03 AM UTC
"You're the Boss."
Vad var det vi sa när vi sträckte ut våra armar Vad var det vi sa när vi två tittade ut ifrån berget Vad var när vi skrek när drommar bar oss bortom stan Å, en dag ska vi härifrån Och vis ska slåss Ja, vi ska slåss mot goliat Så tror på mig, för jag vet att du är modigast // What was it that we said, when we threw our arms up against the wind What was is that we said, when we watched, hand-in-hand, from the mountaintop What was it that we shouted, when our dreams carried us far beyond the city One day, we'll leave this place. So we shall fight Goliath never stood a chance ; Trust me for I am testimony to your courage
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Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 4:18 AM UTC
Goliath
The years they pass and fade down into notHing but mEmories still Linger everywhere I always knew my liFe was meant for something and every step i guess has brought me hEre the mysterY was never in times coming the misery was never in times gOne bUt Hope and ache and joy and pAin and loVing brought faith and failurE and the strength to carry on cause life is not soMe road that we're all walking it's dAys and hours and momenTs spenT with you and whEn the liaRs and deceivers Start their talking i can tell what's false from what is true theY say each day's a gift thOUgh none are perfect like broken toys reWrapped so carefully stILl every Loss and victory was worth it and every Scar's becomE a part of mE
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May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 6:55 PM UTC
You Matter
är världens fira att det tog dig ifrån mig från oss?
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Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
lång distans
Gjennom språk gjør vi oss forstått alikevel virker det ikke som vi forstår vi snakker sammen bruker språket later som om vi lytter mens vi egentlig bare venter venter på at personen skal bli ferdig slik at vi selv kan snakke skape forståelse uten egentlig å forstå
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May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 8:57 PM UTC
Samtalen
ta meg hjem gates bevoktet av Troll sterke menn sterke kvinner sterke folk la meg kjempe sammen med deg bror søster den kalde kan ikke skade oss la oss gå hjem til skjønnhet og fredelig til frisk luft og vennlig gatene feire til Ragnarök og henge vår elendigheter på Yggdrassil over bro over Troll der det hele begynte la oss være brennende som våre forfedre smart som vår kin vi har fortsatt tid la oss gå hjem, la oss gå hjem, la oss gå hjem,
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 3:02 PM UTC
Norge
Ef veröldin vissi að hve miklu leyti þú þjáðist á krossinum þínum, myndi trú hjá oss brenna eins og þúsund sólir. Þeir munu aldrei þekkja þyrnana sem stungu í þig, eða hvössu flísarnar sem brunnu á bakinu. Jafnvel þú, Drottinn vor, spurðir Föðurinn af hverju; Æ, sjáðu ekki vort trúleysi! Fyrirgef þú oss syndugum mönnum; veit þú oss þína miskunn; börnin þín erum týnd; þó ég allra týndastur.
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Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 7:18 PM UTC
Þín Passía
Herregud, jeg påkaller Deg. Jeg ber Deg om ikke noe stort eller noe som endrer verdens evighet. Jeg ber Deg om å rense min sjel, og føre meg til det gode, omgitt av en verden hvori jeg angrer meget. Jeg ber Deg om å dyrke min tro slik at jeg dyrker Deg på den måten som fortjenes og trenges. Jeg ber Deg særlig om å forsyne min slekt med helse og nåde, selv om ikke alle innser Ditt ansikts lys. Men mitt siste ønske ber jeg mest innvilges; jeg ber Deg om å tilgi oss alle, Herregud, Freds Prins, i all Din herlighet. Led alle Dine falne barn inn i Din evige tilstedeværelse.
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Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 6:44 PM UTC
Herregud
Man får säga ibland Att det finns skönhet som inte går att beskriva När till och med en himmelsk strand Skulle se gräslig ut om man skulle jämföra Så länge jag bor här Kommer det inte finnas något att klaga på Vi är som ett par Med två partiklar som möttes och blev oskiljaktiga Jag har varit med dig i tre år nu Och kärleken brinner fortfarande Det är uppenbarligen jag och du Och det är inget erbjudande Det är hellre ett vackert oundvikligt löfte Som skrevs med outplånligt bläck på ett häfte Du ser ut som en mångfacetterad hydra Som står ovanför en blå matta Det känns så skönt att korsa dina broar Och att gå vilse i kurvorna du har Jag måste också prata om din gröna klänning Som man inte kan undvika att smeka Den absorberar solsken, släpper syre, får oss att leva Och gör mig glad när jag kommer kring Du är ljusare än solen under sommaren Men mörkare än ett svart hål när vinter spränger dörren Som regnet som får regnbågen att dyka upp Uppskattar jag mörkret för då ser man norrsken Samtidigt, brukar snö bygga upp En vit rock som försvinner sen Du var inte mitt första val från början Men nu står du högst upp på listan Jag behöver erkänna att jag är kär i dig Trots att du inte ens är en riktig tjej.
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Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 12:37 PM UTC
Stockholm
Hon brukar ha på sig en mössa Som gömmer en del av långa håret En gyllene kaskad som inte blöter Men är *** lugnande, och skiner Mössan skämmer aldrig bort ansiktet Huset till hennes fina ögon, gul, grå, och blå En blandning som måste bedömas som perfekt Så tydlig som en plus en är lika med två Det känns alltid bra att resa söderut Att flygga utifrån språngbrädan Och att ta **** tack vare vinden Som blåser periodiskt när hon andas ut Jag landar då på hennes mun Som hyser den hemliga bron Som väntar på att jag närmar mig för att hälsa på, Inte varje gång, men det blir alltid en härlig överraskning då Jag brukar stanna kvar där en stund Vaggad av vågorna bildas av hennes läppars kurvor Och inser att man kan väl resa utan att flytta på sig Jag står här orörlig och kysser henne Det räcker för att skapa nya banor Som leder till ett ställe som kallas extas Ett ställe som kan enbart finnas När vi är tillsammans, När det finns inget avstånd mellan oss När vi är i mitten av en sensuell dans Det är klart att jag vill ta ingen paus Men hellre fortsätta tills natten gradvis raderas av solen Tills det är dags att börja om resan igen.
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Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 4:47 AM UTC
Resan (1/2)
ik gal te dass mainu Jo zehan ch hai mere Ohne mattha chumeya pehlaan Yaa hath chumme tere tere bullan di tareef pakka Keeti honi ae Tere jisam te nishani koi Ditti honi ae Haaye kujh taan hoya ae Dona de dassde chehre Ohne mattha chumeya pehlan Yaa hath chumme tere ** mainu supne aunde rehnde aa Ohde te tere ni Ohnu seene te sulaavein Tu har raat-henere ni Mera chehra nai ghummda Tere ohdon char chufere Ohne mattha chumeya pehlan Yaa hath chumme tere Preet waangu pyar oss ton Zaahir nahin hona Paise wala taan hona ae Par shaayar nahin hona Ohde naal lai layi tu Main maut naal lai loon phere
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Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 5:06 AM UTC
Night
L oss O f V aluable E motions :)
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Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 6:02 AM UTC
Love Truth