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Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 10:11 AM UTC
God grant me the serenity
To stack all the Bitcoin I can,
The courage to create more memes
That expose the thieving fiat system,
And the wisdom to know
That Bitcoin fixes this;
Living one day at a time
Enjoying one moment at a time
Accepting criticism and adversity
As the pathway to orange pilling
All people, trusting that every
Last person will get Bitcoin
At the price they deserve;
Trusting the equations of Satoshi
That my value will increase
Due to truly scarce money
And aligned incentives;
With responsibility
And freedom for all
Amen
Dec 28, 2023
Dec 28, 2023 at 11:27 AM UTC
Uncle Sam sat down across from me and placed his satchel on the floor.
It was time to pay the piper; that is God’s immutable law.
I tapped my bony finger, impatient to begin.
“That will be fifty eight thousand, Sam, starting with Tonkin.”
From his satchel, that seemed bottomless, Sam produced the cash.
“Start counting!” I demanded, as I drooled over his stash.
He started pilling Franklins up on the table there between us.
Each “C” note meant one hundred dead Due to McNamara’s genius.
Fathers and sons had fallen; young men by the score.
Just think of the girls they never kissed; the children they never saw.
Uncle Sam doled out the bills until his thumbs were sore
When he finished I took out my Scythe and swept them on the floor.
I saw Sam’s look of horror at my eyeless, nose less face.
He had counted out a treasure that he knew he can't replace.
“It was a Pleasure doing business.” Oh, how I despised that man!
Still I was certain that we’d meet often,even after Vietnam.
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 8:02 AM UTC
Fake parental love
Apathetic attitudes all around me
What is love
What is friendship
Those questions keep me dead in my waking dreams
I dream of love and acceptance the pursuit of happiness
So many dead dreams pilling up keep me questioning what the so called god has in store for me
Great ambitions so many goals reaching the sky above
Yet i'm constantly faced with hate and demise
I lay in dismay at all the phonies and so called accepting Christ loving people who do nothing but stand there and talk in a pretentious yet ****** manner
The hordes of people swarming the halls like packs of wolves swarming for their lunch
student organizations losing their purpose only there to look attractive for the school school the institution that imprisons me like a rat in a cage i wish to be free of such disorder and unrest
After my day is done i walk down from the hell i have experienced
i try to go away from it
trying to seek shelter in such an unholy environment
i come back to the hell
another god forsaken place
full of apathetic unpredictable hate random bursts of rage and fits
expectations expectations
draining my heart of emotion
i am but an alien feeling nothing but alienation
i'm just a stranger in a strange land
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 12:09 PM UTC
You’re my slow breath, my fast break.
My earth quake when things need shaken.
When everything’s pilling up and taking
Me with it.
You take it and twist it.
And suddenly I’m dancing with the way you talk,
Keeping pace with the way you walk.
Thinking up lyrics, as I pick out side walk chalk.
And I draw my name , playing play ground games.
Like I’m ten again,
Like the world isn’t heavy because its not.
You hold it up and around me ,
Keep me swimming instead of drowning.
Lithe and light, loud and giggling,
Remind me what makes life worth living.
I see you and my head is spinning.
You’re my sunshine, my playtime.
You’re a silly sentence with a goofy rhyme.
Your that poem I write when I’m smiling to big
And things are to good to find sleep that night.
You’re a hug and a text, the most beautiful mess.
Of all the things you chose to be
you chose’em best.
Honest, your honestly the best thing to
Bring out the very best me everyday,
Every now and then when I’m pinned and I need you,
I just call and there you are.
My slow breath, my fast break.
Im so glad I met you , so glad I’m taken.
Taken by you, right of my feet and into the playground.
Not a day passes , that I don’t want you around.
Not a single day I don’t miss the sun.
Just to keep pace with the way you walk,
Hear the sound of your voice so excited to talk.
Not a day passes I don’t want to be where you are.
Not a sunny day passes I don’t think of the park.
Feb 2, 2012
Feb 2, 2012 at 5:05 PM UTC
The old man with no luggage
wears a pilling houndstooth jacket
and suede fedora with a
leather strap and horse-bit buckle.
Stark seams line his trousers.
He has:
Wirey gray hair, calloused wrists,
a popped blood vessel neath his thumbnail,
and deep crevices in his palms.
He folds his boarding pass into a kite,
as he looks into the sun
through the tiny cube of a window.
He sees:
The geometric shadows
cast in early afternoon.
And skyscrapers.
They cut through the sprawling
grid like an artery.
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 12:36 PM UTC
Every time it is the same
Listening to the sound of her answering machine
PLEASE LEAVE YOUR MESSAGE FOR-
And then the moment of bliss-
Kaylie White
Her voice, just two little words
But they are all I get
I long for her day in and day out
Nothing ever changes
Unanswered messages on social media
I see she is active, responding to others, but I am left in the dark
Wondering what the hell went wrong
A sad normality
Unanswered texts
Pilling up on one another
I'm so lonely and lost without her
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 2:46 PM UTC
Some Youth Are SO RUDE ... !!!
Their Language Is ... Crude ... !!!
and Most Have A PROBLEM ...
The Problem Is ... YOU ... !!!
If You Are Like Me ...
and Won't Take Abuse ...
From Kids Who Walk Streets ...
With A ... BAD Attitude ... !!!
My Name AIN'T ... " B.A." ... !!!
and It AIN'T ... " Mr. T " ... !!!
But ...
Test Me With RUDENESS ...
and Then You Will See ...
That I Can Get ... BRUTAL ...
Just Like The ... " A Team " ... !!!!!
BRUTAL With ... "Tactics" ...
WITHOUT Prophylactics ... !!! ...
That's ... Just A Line ...
To Take Your Mind CAPTIVE ... !!!
My Words Are ... PROACTIVE ... !!!
To STOP All This MADNESS ... !!!
Young Kids Doing BADNESS ...
DEFINES The Word ... Sadness ... !!!
Sadness For MANY ...
When Mum's On The TELLY ...
With Tears In Her Eyes ...
cos' Her Child DIDN'T Die ... !!!
Her Child Was A ... " Victim " ...
of Kids On ... A Mission ...
To Rob and Then **** Him ... !!!!
And ...
Leave His Blood ... SPILLING ... !!!!!
That Story's ... Instilling ...
A GOOD Way of Living ... !!!
Young People ...
STOP KILLING ... !!!!!
and Learn To Be WILLING ...
To Do MORE ... FORGIVING ... !!!
and STOP ...
All This ... PILLING ... !!!
and STOP Taking Life ...
cos' Life Is For LIVING ... !!!!!
Rudeness ... IN VIEW ...
Can ..................................................... Isolate ................... "You" ........................................ !!!
Cos' Very Few People ...
Like Youth Who Are RUDE ... !!!
These Words Are The TRUTH ... !!!
cos' Being ... "ALONE" ...
With ... NOWHERE To Move ... !!!
THIS Is Where RUDENESS ...
Is Bound To Get You ...
So ...
What Is The Point ... ?!?
and ... What Do You PROVE ... !?!
Forgive Me ... I SEE ...
Walking In ...
DEAD MENS' Shoes ... !!?!!
Just Watch An OLD Western ...
and See How They Do ...
There's ALWAYS A Gunman ...
FASTER Than ... YOU ... !!!!!
There's ALWAYS ... Somebody ...
Who's ... RUDER Than You ... !!!!!!!!
So .....
What Will You Do ... ?!?
When YOU Are ... "The Victim" ... !!!
........... Facing A Crew ............
Who NOW Are The Ones' ...
Pointing Fingers At YOU ... !!!!!!
That's One FINAL Thought ...
On Which You Should ... CHEW ...
REMEMBER My Comment ...
About ... DEAD MENS' Shoes ... !!!!!
A Life of GOOD VIBES ...
IS The Way To LIVE LIFE ... !!!!!!
These Words Hold The ... " Clues " ...
To AVOID ............................ Dead Mens' Shoes ... !!!
THUS ...
THIS Is My View ...
Shoes Are For WALKING ... !!!
So That's What I DO ...
Try Doing It ... TOO ... !!! ...
Try Showing Some LOVE ...
To Those Who LOVE YOU ...
and REMEMBER These Words ...
There's ...
NO NEED To Be ....
...... " Rude " ......
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 9:52 PM UTC
Call me a dreamer because I get caught up in my dreams.
Elevate above reality restoring my self esteem.
In between the hard times and struggle I find my drive.
It's no wonder they say through hard times we thrive.
Stuck inside the belly of the rough.
Deceived by thoughts of what's granted isn't enough.
It's up to me to take control of my mind.
The prior is history no need to rewind.
As I meditate I'm reminded to live every moment like my last,
Instead of getting hung up on moments of the past.
Who knows what the future beholds,
Better act on action rather than have stories told.
Contemplating as my true self awakens,
Expressing gratitude for things that were for granted taken.
Most find distractions to avert the need to deal,
With issues arising from values that make them real.
Safety protocols cease the ability to feel.
Still traumatized from the last time the heart had to heal.
Evolving through the years you come to realize,
The burden only gets bigger while pilling up the lies.
How much longer will you let yourself compromise,
Start digging deep and seek where you must rise.
Growing through external accomplishments is barely effective.
Real growth comes from a place that's rather reflective.
All you you really need is to gain some perspective.
You'll soon find how you perceive something is only subjective.
May 23, 2021
May 23, 2021 at 1:11 PM UTC
Messing with a saint
So I'm flying with no wings.
The other likes my gun
So I shoot him with a pic and I blow his brains.
Literally seriously clearly your pilling me like a orange.
I can't take it cause u come just to squeeze me and you know it.
I'm feeling used
I'm feeling new
How do I ***** something without even touching you ?
Why do they talk when they want to
I trust in God never trust in the issues cause I'm walking issue don't trust me I got issues...
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 3:30 AM UTC
Sting of sloppy light.
Purse, bow, amphetamine.
Brown hair & a pink—
wind current cut through
one open car window
to the other car window
pilling cigarette smoke cheap
& steady forward.
He's a beauty, that one.
Wallet, vest & tie, coke.
Cut open her stomach &—
waves of salt water
bolted to the ground
like tiny rocks & hardened
shells lain beneath the sea,
a doubtless factotum.
Pull & stitch.
Sting again.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 2:04 AM UTC
Cri Per sooth a lbay Goyle
way hem- raging letter
(p)Frozen shell, thaw sleeting
Pulsing necks harelm glow-in
after math of the shadowy fight
her's filling glaint, gladly save
entice weary charter banner
pilling sooth sabre
Immerseyourself, freeself lead soul
not that of a barron but soon
something/ ethers awept & taken
back from ground
back from reprose
back from amist
Groomed tooken & Vol = best
my friends & love
i am awept
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 10:16 PM UTC
Pills, pills, pills across the board!
Pills in the eyes
Pills in the throat
Pills pills pills!
Pills in your sleep
Pills with your supper
Pills pills pills!
Aug 14, 2021
Aug 14, 2021 at 7:59 AM UTC
People,
Deceived by those who whisper
Within lines of bliss.
Evil,
My vertebrae does shiver.
Can you hear the hiss?
Hooks,
Pierce you like poisoned thorns.
Chains pilling to a grave dug deep.
Books,
Describe them with Minotaur horns.
In their prison corpses shriek.
Hold,
Your heart like a hand grenade.
You’re not alone.
Mold,
Yourself into a renegade,
Home in a warzone.
Give,
Your last breath to your brothers,
Your sword in the serpent’s abyss.
Live,
Give your life for another,
Cast away the demon’s kiss.
Carpe Diem.
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 8:51 AM UTC
The unknown air to breathe
just so concealed
rushing down the memory lane a thing caught the mind’s eye
unknown dreams and indentured places
the very delusion of certainty.
with the turmoil pilling up
gratifying or tainted unable to asset.
justification being like the secluded love possessed by the sun for the moon
self created agitation seems immortal
ignorant of the elucidation present within
** being insightful of the self is the key to ease**
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 11:36 AM UTC
My love for you has started to astrophy
Muscel memory only exist if you can actually remember how to use it
And my heart has been cold for a long time
Frozen in a state of anguish
I do not want it back
Because with it comes pain and heartache
I can not take it anymore
My body has had enough
It's like self flagellation
Only I never see it coming
And it ******* carries a heavy punch
It's easy to walk around and pretend
That Felicity still belongs to me
And a lot harder to live in truth and wear my pain on my sleeve, a place my heart should be
I've never really had to be in the closet before
But with this...
With this I find skeletons pilling up around
Me
No air left to breath
I feel like I am running
Running out of time
Running out of energy
Running out of hope
And I refuse to bruise my knees
For someone who needs
More than I can give
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 1:33 AM UTC
A heart lost,
Battles half won,
Injured souls,
Lifeless bodies
Pilling up...
Blood shed,
Watery eyes,
Till all that's left, is
Sobbig for the dead
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 4:06 PM UTC
Always wait 'till it's gone
Always blind even when taught
Always deaf even when sought
Only looking back at what was
Only pilling bricks on my walls
Only gulping bile in my rue
Coulda had, coulda got
Coulda grabbed, coulda talked
Coulda laughed, coulda loved
Emptied comforts, emptied joys
Emptied rooms, emptied possibilities
Emptied mind, numb false serenity
Only broke up by
Intense flashes of
Sanity.
Disgust.
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 11:54 PM UTC
I best chill out, take another ****
recalibrate,
remember my heart's broke
talking about girls will always make me choke
how'd you feel about pretty women?
well pretty women are sick of me
and yet I slay 'cus it's time I'm killing
it's a void that I'm filling
whenever I'm drinking and pilling
popping my life away
my head's higher than the ceiling
maybe I'll never feel the same
trying to find somewhere to place the blame
the hardest part is that
I know it's just growing pains
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 7:09 AM UTC
So often, love softens hard hearts.
Pilling ***** on sweatered chests
Choosing light, lift off of our own air
Prove over and over, in an even way.
Oddly adding is a scary day in my planner
Running into any additional action is the antidote to my brooding and to my bad manners.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 4:00 AM UTC
Reality
Becomes it
Sooner
In a rush of sudden in a heart-skip-inhalation
It lacks the grace you've graced me so gracefully with.
I'll say graciously.
It comes thundering in
Slamming doors
Shut
Slamming hearts
Thundering in, and then it forgets why it came in the first place
Why the **** did it come in the first place
Just to rush on home
Where time lies naked enfolded
In my aching
I can't bear it
The thought of it
I can't bear it
The suddeness, the sadness
Your strength refuses to man the lighthouse
I can't bear it
Your face.
It's everything.
You.
You're everything. Everything.
Everything.
And I'll whisper this
Quieter than all the silences between us
That I regret
I'd cry to you a million cloudbreaks
If it flooded out those
Don't let me be
Pleading, not now, when I lie
Claim I want it most
I want nothing more than
Everything
To hear these sad songs form the
Background
Of something else
Something small like
My heart
My heart in your hands
Hold on for dear life
Forever
No, now. Now more than ever.
Happiness is a strange tale
It paints itself in blue
Bluer than your eyes in the half-light and my heart when you whisper,
Wait I'm lying,
Bluer than my heart in your tears
or my mind when you say
Nothing
Something
And it heaps up inside me
Piles of piles in piles on piles
Pilling up
The dread I so
Time again
Feverishly denied
I'm ******* afraid
Of this
And 54 days from now
Then two days from one year
I can't see myself able to
Cope
I'm madly in love
I'm ******* afraid
I need you more than this
I love you more than
This
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 12:25 PM UTC
Again this compassed
Done with this feeling
Last with this bargain
Away with the dealing
Belated and lagging
Broken records play
Same old song, away
Screeching are sound
When you stay around
I am afflicted anew
Withdraw, my savior
Long past due
The bills are pilling
My thrills are dying
Dispassion growing
Heartbeat sinks
Inside the pit, the fire
Let the burning flow
Heaven sinistral
Purgatory sleeps
Only wakes on earth
I refuse to affirm
Which no one will know
I refuse to hold on
I will only let go
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
Painfully golden sun
Runs over the dark brown pasture
Of tranquil summer.
Enlarged double sevens on its waist
And brimming black waves
Striding ahead of me.
What follows after is,
Deadly disfigured disgusting dust.
Grains as sharp as broken glass
Shatter and splash,
Ripping and untangling every little vein
As they revolve inside my two eyes.
For once I-
I wanted to run on the same line.
But being one's mere wish it is,
The scar from yesterday
Edges its piercing blade against my mane,
Pilling every inch of my skin,
Delivering its pain
Across the entire system.
Audience screams as he reaches the white belt.
He was just- just born like that-
Effortless and fortunate.
Yet he snorts as if he owns the world.
Behind him,
My frayed crimson hooves howl in the shadow.
Once again-
I'm on the starting line,
Spurting towards the unseen finishing point
Of a never-ending race.
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 4:26 AM UTC
my painted fingers feel like armor
when i rub them together i feel them pilling
i like pills
specifically oxy
it makes me nauseous
so does bourbon
but i dont mind that
it also makes me floaty
and black out
i dont like to black out i love drunk memories
they make me feel free
even though im really stuck in a bird cage
it was my moms birthday
she smiles when i told her i love her
what have you done tonight
what do you mean
I wanna try coke
ive been thinking about that a lot lately
***** makes me feel best I dont get hungover with it
so I drank that too
I wanna stab my self
not for pain or anything (I mean i want that too)
but because I love blood i wanna see it
taste it
im done now
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 12:39 AM UTC
Once, tomorrow met yesterday,
And the two discussed,
Of the individual failures,
And errors of humanity
Tomorrow was told of all the sorrows,
Grievances, tortures and sufferings,
That occured in the struggles of freedom,
Of Political arenas and religious catastrophes;
The world wars, black deaths and holocausts;
As the visions of all these events floated in his mind;
Tomorrow realized how bad mankind lived yesterday
His heart was stabbed, tears flooded his yet to be born face
Tomorrow then met today;
The story of Today was not very different,
Only a transformation has occurred, but no solution
Seemingly more devastating wars were hanging in the atmosphere
Cyber attacks, terrorism and human trafficking haunted the Today vocabulary,
Closely alienated to a host of diseases without cures;
All official meetings being based on global warming worries
Morals and customs has long fled from all youngsters;
Conspiracy theories pilling on each other and religious segregation rising like noone's business!
Tomorrow knew from his deepest instincts;
He was the last hope for mankind; the last line of faith;
All these sufferings has to wait with today,
What is only needed is a choice;
A good choice from all humanity;
A choice to be good from all inhabitants of the earth;
Being good to everyone and everything is all mankind is left with,
Inorder to help tomorrow deliver a better life
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 7:30 AM UTC