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Olivia Kent Aug 2013
Puppet image, sorrowful,
Rouge dusted sparkles bless his cheeks,
Such childlike image, as cheery angel,
Gay, misled by teen fantasy,
Hair coiffured not a whisper out of place,
In faded denim hot pants,
Appears out of place,
Parading as a shop mannequin,
Like a tiny harlequin,
Lust for some emotion,
Advertising wares for sale, in aim of a promotion,
A sad commodity,
Full of ****** satisfaction,
Young men, old men , suited men and booted men,
Seeking cutie prey,
Maybe,Streets paved in gold,
Fools gold in the truth was found,
Impure truth was the only thing he ever bought!
Prince Albert,although not his **** in truth,
Instead pond life **** took on the role, with cruel control,
Lives in land where tragic lies, and sorrow becomes magnified,
The shards of all, is ****** fantasies.
As an immigrant to land of city lights,
I see through windows fogged by city smoke!
Visualising through caring eyes,
What I see appalls me deep within,
Tears my soul to tears!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Olivia Kent Dec 2013
Pinnocchio and the Queen!
Puppet image, sorrowful,
Rouge dusted sparkles bless his cheeks,
Such childlike image, as cheery angel,
Gay, misled by teen fantasy,
Hair coiffured not a whisper out of place,
In faded denim hot pants,
Appears out of place,
Parading as a shop mannequin,
Like a tiny harlequin,
Lust for some emotion,
Advertising wares for sale, in aim of a promotion,
A sad commodity,
Full of ****** satisfaction,
Young men, old men , suited men and booted men,
Seeking cutie prey,
Maybe,Streets paved in gold,
Fools gold in the truth was found,
Impure truth was the only thing he ever bought!
Prince Albert,although not his **** in truth,
Instead pond life **** took on the role, with cruel control,
Lives in land where tragic lies, and sorrow becomes magnified,
The shards of all, is ****** fantasies.
As an immigrant to land of city lights,
I see through windows fogged by city smoke!
Visualising through caring eyes,
What I see appalls me deep within,
Tears my soul to tears!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
This is a re-post....Just as I've been doing stations today I thought I'd repost this x This was about Victoria Station in London!
cherryblossom Jun 2020
Sometimes its better to move one...
Be tired...
You dont need them...
You not interested...
Put your life first...
Your future first...
Your career/study first...

You went through a heartbroken...
Hes a pinnocchio
Who lied...
TO YOU...

Move on and walk away...
Aaron LaLux Jun 2018
Some people say I’m over emotional,
but I can’t help it,
see love can be tricky to find,
I mean you can’t exactly Yelp it,

even though soul food is more filling than pop rocks,
so I focus on Self and people mistake that as selfish,
but there’s a difference between self centered and selfish,
and you’re a fool if you choose to not know the difference,

would rather be alone than with a clone,
that’s me being self conscious of all the noisy nonsense,
I’m strongest when I’m alone & when I find a love that’s true,
I get all Neo-Em and act all helpless,

well this,
is just the way it goes,
up late alone listening to Emo-Soul,
ready to Seal the Deal with a Kiss From A Rose,

while all these liars lie like Geppetto,
or better let Pinnocchio,
trying to prove what they say is true,
but I’m no fool so I just observe as their nose grows,

and no I don’t believe Them when their scheming,
because We’re wild & beautiful & They’re just tame & gross,
see nothing is more disgusting than a liar,
nothing more a turn off than someone frontin’ like they on one,

so if you’re not don’t front like you’re the one,
you’re not a rider you’re a parking meter who’s time expired,
We are Amazing Spaceships,
you’re just a scarred car ready to retire with flat tires all tired,

drained of all feelings,
you’re counterfeit not the real thing,
I don’t care about your Brand Names,
you can’t copyrite Freedom,
I don’t care what you are,
I care who you are a a human being being,

and I know I’m getting worked up,
but that’s only because I feel let down,
so don’t be surprised if you wake up,
open your eyes and find I’m nowhere to be found,

and you realize that I lost your lies found truth and left town,

with just a backpack full of daydreams,
and a heart full of gold,
I’ll have hit the open road,
just Me, Myself and my Emo Soul…

∆ LaLux ∆
just above that tier of humor
known as
sarcasm
     there is the Elder Irony
and Irony is wedded to Rhetoria...
Irony is the Husband
and Rhetoric is the Wife
and regardless of ***
biological reality is
such cheap waste of the bullet minds...
the Daughter is Sarcasm..
so now the vile:
intellectual man gets a ******...
Irony i am
Rhetoric she is
and comes the brat Sarcasm
like sanctifying the first
thirst allowances of the you
and the world around you
and you are
Pinnocchio and i am the fox...
and this makes mother
uncomfortable
and there's so much mother of a mother
not daughter of a daughter
in her voice...
the gangster theme:
go to sleep hungry
wake up like the eyes of a predator
a parasitical worm in the ppupil
but then the worms in the iris
and then the worms in the sclera
like indecisions of acne
and the dead white cells like
my body is a microcosm
when frolick with
ego *****
and all that glue and goo..

           aha! now i found you!

"Shem" (שֵׁם): Singular, meaning "name".
"Shemot" (שְׁמוֹת): Plural, meaning "names".

therefore? Ha-Shem-vav-Ha-Shemot...
or Ha-Shem Shemot...

          because we are saying:
/Judaism doesn't allow
for an indefinite article:
a lion is not the lion
akin to Scar or Mufasa...

          or as such: an explicit indefinite article:
implicit being:
names: indefinitely plural without
explicitly implying or implicitly negating...
not-nuacing...

       the indefinite nouns are all plural:
so when something plural
is to be in nouns
the cats: specific to say... the Inglorious *******...
Three Muskateers...
but it's otherwise plural
without article... dogs... cats...
not the Ukraine but simply Ukraine:
not A Ukraine...
a particular or a universal
or specifying
abysses... types or typos...

      ha shem: the name
      shemot: names
                names a:          verb...
      Musubi: the name of a name of a name...
but we didn't learn the name
of god first...
we called fire fire
sooner than we could give god a name
we called a stone a stone
and a bird a bird
and if man is the historical animal
i guess even animals are hierarchical
therefore man unlike
ape
whereby ape is political
then ape is not historical
and that's how Heidegger made summary
in geology
and said:
individual, beware...
just wake up at 7am and go cycle
and eat a doughnut before
but the point being is...
as much as the cliche stands:
by politicians...
sorry Aristotle:
but man is not a political animal...
all animals are political animals
but whereas humans have to give Logos
and words to politics
animal politics is just animalism
we got politics all wrong
when once upon a time
we received ingrained unshakeable politics
without god
but within god's design of
ontology vs morals about...
all animals are politics:
it's only humans that have the worst
politics to express...
man can only be truly claimed as above animal
in him being a historical-        evidence
squabbling: proof seeking...

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