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Before there was anything that mattered everything that would ever be existed , it was the essence of totality , it was without dimensional constriction or necessitated form .  Optimistically speaking time had no relative realism to it’s progression because realistically nothing had happened yet .  As it continued it became according to it’s innate inflections as a functionally integrable form .  The questionably understandable nature of it’s conjunction was an omnipotent directive beyond necessitated action or morphological construction .  The enigmatic consciousness of it’s relatively interrelated conception was spontaneous and yet it continued without elemental omniscience.   As the relative complexity of it’s interrelations evolved dimensional consistence was born.  Humanly understandable laws of physical integration governed many facets of it’s conjunction yet the totality of it’s ramification was beyond humanly realistic conjecture .   The organic morphology of biological ontogeny was a conceptually reflective derivative of functional physical mechanics yet it’s diversity exceeded it’s physical complexity , understanding evolved .  Relatively extraneous interpolations of adhesively practical extremity succeeded in a hierarchy of functionally integrable forms . Retrospectively speaking pragmatic practicality is a humanly rational possibility .  Rational logic can conceive of individually totalitarian structural forms , yet the implosive nature of their rational cohesiveness becomes a practical partiality due to the diversity of their definitive impetus . Perhaps the essence of our being is the logical counterpart for the matrix of our subjectively conclusive social fragmentation , or perhaps we are evolutionally incapable of cumulatively rational correlation.  Problematic diversity could be perfectible on an individually infinite level or contrarily perhaps ubiquitous causality is the ultimate survivor.   In any case it is beyond our subjugatively rational cohesive coercion to intercede en masse on our own behalf as an integrated unit. Our conceptual abilities have been thwarted by the unmitigatably individual nature of our extraneous conclusiveness .
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Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 5:15 PM UTC
Glyph
Before there was anything that mattered everything that would ever be existed , it was the essence of totality , it was without dimensional constriction or necessitated form .  Optimistically speaking time had no relative realism to it’s progression because realistically nothing had happened yet .  As it continued it became according to it’s innate inflections as a functionally integrable form .  The questionably understandable nature of it’s conjunction was an omnipotent directive beyond necessitated action or morphological construction .  The enigmatic consciousness of it’s relatively interrelated conception was spontaneous and yet it continued without elemental omniscience.   As the relative complexity of it’s interrelations evolved dimensional consistence was born.  Humanly understandable laws of physical integration governed many facets of it’s conjunction yet the totality of it’s ramification was beyond humanly realistic conjecture .   The organic morphology of biological ontogeny was a conceptually reflective derivative of functional physical mechanics yet it’s diversity exceeded it’s physical complexity , understanding evolved .  Relatively extraneous interpolations of adhesively practical extremity succeeded in a hierarchy of functionally integrable forms . Retrospectively speaking pragmatic practicality is a humanly rational possibility .  Rational logic can conceive of individually totalitarian structural forms , yet the implosive nature of their rational cohesiveness becomes a practical partiality due to the diversity of their definitive impetus . Perhaps the essence of our being is the logical counterpart for the matrix of our subjectively conclusive social fragmentation , or perhaps we are evolutionally incapable of cumulatively rational correlation.  Problematic diversity could be perfectible on an individually infinite level or contrarily perhaps ubiquitous causality is the ultimate survivor.   In any case it is beyond our subjugatively rational cohesive coercion to intercede en masse on our own behalf as an integrated unit. Our conceptual abilities have been thwarted by the unmitigatably individual nature of our extraneous conclusiveness .
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Supposing that we lit some candles. One for each person on this earth, we would blow one out at a funeral and light one up at a birth. The world would grow darker every time we lost a fighter but with every new born baby it gets just that bit brighter. If you travelled into a city that was dark and gritty you'd know that they didn't have many in their committee. But.. If the light was brilliant and bright it would send a beaming message throughout the night. Saying "We are here! And we are alive!" Not wanting to be alone we endeavor to collide and form one giant, shining beacon that burns so fierce we're sure it can't weaken We sparkle and crackle and bend nature to our whim the mighty fire so strong it just had to gave in. With it we forged iron and buildings, cars and computers and lit paths of lives to guide commuters We lit up the universe as far as we could see Improving our lives greatly with technology obsessed with our professed fixture on practicality we completely forgot about morality Our fires forged weapons which we aimed next door In one swift movement we saw the effects of war 6,000,000 candles extinguished over arguments on which light is most distinguished So fixated on this light we blinded our eyes and the candle smoke filled the skies. We thought candles were good, they elevated us higher but now all we have is thick smoke and fire. The fire consuming all in its route the root of our lives follow suite. It's eating the oxygen and burning the grass the sand is melting and forming to glass. The glass it shatters into a thousand pieces more candles are lighting, the temperature increases The resources decline, as do the candles buried in ash a hundred thousand scandals. Now only a few lit candles remain as they slowly melt and fade away.
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Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 1:39 PM UTC
Supposing that we lit some candles..
Supposing that we lit some candles. One for each person on this earth, we would blow one out at a funeral and light one up at a birth. The world would grow darker every time we lost a fighter but with every new born baby it gets just that bit brighter. If you travelled into a city that was dark and gritty you'd know that they didn't have many in their committee. But.. If the light was brilliant and bright it would send a beaming message throughout the night. Saying "We are here! And we are alive!" Not wanting to be alone we endeavor to collide and form one giant, shining beacon that burns so fierce we're sure it can't weaken We sparkle and crackle and bend nature to our whim the mighty fire so strong it just had to gave in. With it we forged iron and buildings, cars and computers and lit paths of lives to guide commuters We lit up the universe as far as we could see Improving our lives greatly with technology obsessed with our professed fixture on practicality we completely forgot about morality Our fires forged weapons which we aimed next door In one swift movement we saw the effects of war 6,000,000 candles extinguished over arguments on which light is most distinguished So fixated on this light we blinded our eyes and the candle smoke filled the skies. We thought candles were good, they elevated us higher but now all we have is thick smoke and fire. The fire consuming all in its route the root of our lives follow suite. It's eating the oxygen and burning the grass the sand is melting and forming to glass. The glass it shatters into a thousand pieces more candles are lighting, the temperature increases The resources decline, as do the candles buried in ash a hundred thousand scandals. Now only a few lit candles remain as they slowly melt and fade away.
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You are the practicality that keeps me grounded; I am the spontaneity that drags you along. You are the reason to my irrationality; I am the tumult to your calm. You are the answer to my questions; I am the words to your quiet deeds. You are the engineer I cherish; I am the bookworm you esteem. You are the chef I rate as top; I am the baker you adore. You are the handyman I can count on; I am the seamstress you prefer. They say opposites attract, and it seems that might be true. Like two pieces from the puzzles we both love, We fit together seamlessly. To be cliche, you complete me, But in ways I never knew weren't whole.
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Apr 3, 2011
Apr 3, 2011 at 8:34 PM UTC
antonyms and synonyms
what happened to all the feeling? am I becoming less and less real to you? can't you see that I have a heart and it's dying because of you? you say things I know you don't mean, please don't mean them. it only seemed like yesterday when we were laughing without a doubt of whether the future would swallow us up. i still am not quite bothered by it just yet. but if I ask you all about tomorrow you'll say you're unsure. you won't plead for me to stay anyways, so why should I bother waiting? why should I bother pinning down my insides to submit to the practicality of my own mind? why is there an ambivalent voice telling me that this isn't about how I feel, but instead a test whether my love is real? To stay means to trudge through the thoughts and thorns heavily scraping my chest To love means to set aside what might benefit me, and instead continually asking "how are you?" even if I know you'll answer that you're more than fine. And it probably won't bother you that I'll fade away sooner into the sidelines, where the present is the future, and I remember how unsure you always sound--- but that's alright. I still just might be hoping for the best of us.
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 10:03 AM UTC
monday | 10:51pm
Two furry snake skins. The material keeps my feet warm and I miss them when they're gone! Comfort and style over practicality don't leave them on too long! Odd ones make me smile. Must be replaced once in a while.
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May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 3:46 AM UTC
Socks
Before there was anything that mattered everything that would ever be existed , it was the essence of totality , it was without dimensional constriction or necessitated form .  Optimistically speaking time had no relative realism to it’s progression because realistically nothing had happened yet .  As it continued it became according to it’s innate inflections as a functionally integrable form .  The questionably understandable nature of it’s conjunction was an omnipotent directive beyond necessitated action or morphological construction .  The enigmatic consciousness of it’s relatively interrelated conception was spontaneous and yet it continued without elemental omniscience . As the relative complexity of it’s interrelations evolved dimensional consistence was born.  Humanly understandable laws of physical integration governed many facets of it’s conjunction yet the totality of it’s ramification was beyond humanly realistic conjecture .   The organic morphology of biological ontogeny was a conceptually reflective derivative of functional physical mechanics yet it’s diversity exceeded it’s physical complexity , understanding evolved .  Relatively extraneous interpolations of adhesively practical extremity succeeded in a hierarchy of functionally integrable forms . Retrospectively speaking pragmatic practicality is a humanly rational possibility .  Rational logic can conceive of individually totalitarian structural forms , yet the implosive nature of their rational cohesiveness becomes a practical partiality due to the diversity of their definitive impetus . Perhaps the essence of our being is the logical counterpart for the matrix of our subjectively conclusive social fragmentation , or perhaps we are evolutionally incapable of cumulatively rational correlation .  Problematic diversity could be perfectible on an individually infinite level or contrarily perhaps ubiquitous causality is the ultimate survivor .   In any case it is beyond our subjugatively rational cohesive coercion to intercede en masse on our own behalf as an integrated unit. Our conceptual abilities have been thwarted by the unmitigatably individual nature of our extraneous conclusiveness .
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Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 4:14 PM UTC
Glyph
Before there was anything that mattered everything that would ever be existed , it was the essence of totality , it was without dimensional constriction or necessitated form .  Optimistically speaking time had no relative realism to it’s progression because realistically nothing had happened yet .  As it continued it became according to it’s innate inflections as a functionally integrable form .  The questionably understandable nature of it’s conjunction was an omnipotent directive beyond necessitated action or morphological construction .  The enigmatic consciousness of it’s relatively interrelated conception was spontaneous and yet it continued without elemental omniscience . As the relative complexity of it’s interrelations evolved dimensional consistence was born.  Humanly understandable laws of physical integration governed many facets of it’s conjunction yet the totality of it’s ramification was beyond humanly realistic conjecture .   The organic morphology of biological ontogeny was a conceptually reflective derivative of functional physical mechanics yet it’s diversity exceeded it’s physical complexity , understanding evolved .  Relatively extraneous interpolations of adhesively practical extremity succeeded in a hierarchy of functionally integrable forms . Retrospectively speaking pragmatic practicality is a humanly rational possibility .  Rational logic can conceive of individually totalitarian structural forms , yet the implosive nature of their rational cohesiveness becomes a practical partiality due to the diversity of their definitive impetus . Perhaps the essence of our being is the logical counterpart for the matrix of our subjectively conclusive social fragmentation , or perhaps we are evolutionally incapable of cumulatively rational correlation .  Problematic diversity could be perfectible on an individually infinite level or contrarily perhaps ubiquitous causality is the ultimate survivor .   In any case it is beyond our subjugatively rational cohesive coercion to intercede en masse on our own behalf as an integrated unit. Our conceptual abilities have been thwarted by the unmitigatably individual nature of our extraneous conclusiveness .
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Practicality is the reality of ignominious totality the devices of all sizes and the grammatical mentality of systematic duality. Punctuation is the ********** the *********** of every generation the permutation and saturation of wordsmith temptation for re-calibration the aberration and consternation that leads to misinformation and condemnation and annihilation of the constellation colloquial conversation the abomination of language urbanization the fermentation and ionization of linguistic complications the desolation of commas and semi-colons the affirmation of their vs they're the augmentation of amalgamation is just the lyrical ************ of a hooded basketball top nation the culmination of devastation the gestation and interpolation that leads to appreciation isolation and justification acceleration the modification and assimilation of poorly-worded implementation and the contamination of myriad exploration alienation in illumination punctuation is the salvation of documentation against the tides of violation and the extermination of regurgitation the classification of discrimination and last but not least the liberation of misrepresentation.
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Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 10:49 AM UTC
Linguistic Augmentation
I try to sing this melody Of my own fidelity But I lack this morality That tells me the reality Of a life in harmony With spirits heavenly I am my own entity And when I show this identity It has no truth to humanity So I speak in brevity To hide the perplexity That only few conceptually Embrace with full integrity To soar in the clouds joyfully Like the eagles in serenity And the gods of heredity We are the truthful society Yet know one knows it verily I will continue transcendently Like the lotus in her artistry I will paint mindfully The visage of prosperity In all its beauty So vividly Until I rest solemnly In my garden above the galaxy Where all who truthfully Flew with divinity In utter tranquility While this world unfaithfully Decayed presently In the lies of commonality In this globe of duality Don’t sing this parody Avoid the practicality Your song is skillfully Hiding from the animosity You will have your symphony In a sky of pure unity
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Aug 23, 2012
Aug 23, 2012 at 2:24 PM UTC
A Song Skillfully Hiding
Society is a paradox body shaming those who are "too thin" or "overly thick" Everyone lives behind a plastic bubble known as social media lacking authenticity & practicality *** is nothing but a "game" and dormancy is encouraged while being fit & healthy is the ultimate title If you believe in something you are told to proclaim it unless it's not what the world wants you to say Are these really social norms?
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Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
Paradoxical
Marines call to say hello, impress. I'm over 35 but my boys 19. They could go: Hide! One moment spent tying a shoe, another dying, gunshot wound or poisoned food. Events in their mere chronology                                                        make no sense. And the details of yr dad's life don't either.                                                                         Late night quiet cigarette smoker. But next day, the butts cleaned into the can. Who does that? Lady in a skirt or overalls rolled up - cigarette smoke. Now it's yr dad.                             Yr dad who                                                  watches for war. Even if Uncle Sam disbands, dissolves we the people will still be here and stay involved with North America. The purple mountains majesty                            and shining seas little people, big people, brown, red, and white. Addicted                            to action movies. Perhaps there is no choice. One must sit, sitting still                            as a buddha, sitting bull. I can imagine myself and all others - drivers, voters, runners -                            little fetal muscles at first. Metastasizing. What's it called when the cell                            at the tip of the ***** or organism, divides, and the ***** grows? It's called                            girl on a bicycle. I find I make no sense. Her **** a practicality to her, is                            delicious to me a miraculous sea lettuce or snapdragon. You've heard it before.                            A moral dilemma wrapped in robes and silks and odors. Yet, come close,                            and business beckons work gets done, life goes on, hair grows in, we go on                            vacation the Marine Corps calls, desperate for new fetuses to teach                            purposeful workmanlike killing I'll do my own killing, thanks, when violence comes to the       neighborhood                            if I've got your back your back's gotten and if I'm on point, the point's taken. One world under God invisible with liberty and justice for all who                            Art in heaven what the hell's his name.                                           Nemesis.                                                           Hysterical. The small war of an especially inept empire. The world's too big to swallow as the Krauts and Nips found out. Empire is self-correcting. Them dark-skinned mustachioed ********* who can't fix their own electricity seem to be kicking our ***** pert good. As did the ***** before them. All to the good. A good lesson to know and then we all become friends following the brawl. We apparently cannot skip the fight. It must be fought, and **** the girls.
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Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC
Marines Call to Say Hello
Marines call to say hello, impress. I'm over 35 but my boys 19. They could go: Hide! One moment spent tying a shoe, another dying, gunshot wound or poisoned food. Events in their mere chronology                                                        make no sense. And the details of yr dad's life don't either.                                                                         Late night quiet cigarette smoker. But next day, the butts cleaned into the can. Who does that? Lady in a skirt or overalls rolled up - cigarette smoke. Now it's yr dad.                             Yr dad who                                                  watches for war. Even if Uncle Sam disbands, dissolves we the people will still be here and stay involved with North America. The purple mountains majesty                            and shining seas little people, big people, brown, red, and white. Addicted                            to action movies. Perhaps there is no choice. One must sit, sitting still                            as a buddha, sitting bull. I can imagine myself and all others - drivers, voters, runners -                            little fetal muscles at first. Metastasizing. What's it called when the cell                            at the tip of the ***** or organism, divides, and the ***** grows? It's called                            girl on a bicycle. I find I make no sense. Her **** a practicality to her, is                            delicious to me a miraculous sea lettuce or snapdragon. You've heard it before.                            A moral dilemma wrapped in robes and silks and odors. Yet, come close,                            and business beckons work gets done, life goes on, hair grows in, we go on                            vacation the Marine Corps calls, desperate for new fetuses to teach                            purposeful workmanlike killing I'll do my own killing, thanks, when violence comes to the       neighborhood                            if I've got your back your back's gotten and if I'm on point, the point's taken. One world under God invisible with liberty and justice for all who                            Art in heaven what the hell's his name.                                           Nemesis.                                                           Hysterical. The small war of an especially inept empire. The world's too big to swallow as the Krauts and Nips found out. Empire is self-correcting. Them dark-skinned mustachioed ********* who can't fix their own electricity seem to be kicking our ***** pert good. As did the ***** before them. All to the good. A good lesson to know and then we all become friends following the brawl. We apparently cannot skip the fight. It must be fought, and **** the girls.
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Defying the consensus of complacency, And the enantiomorphic political practicality, Candidates embrace their vacillating indexicality. Spouting thrift store self reliance sapientiality, Telling lores of cultural compatibility. Hope filled promises of economic suitability, Aligned with institutional feasibility. Packaged in over-inclusive catchall empty signifiers Strewn across all media screens, communal utilitarian plan flyers. Requesting no need for responsiveness, For a vote no longer dictates precedence, In the age of social media endemic presence relevance. PFL
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Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 3:40 AM UTC
Matters Not
We hardly fit with our jagged edges and our heavy breathing, our holes don't even coincide. Our symmetry is imperfect, as imperfection can be. We can't call it home. We're too edgy to ever do so. It doesn't even come close to that feeling of comfort and love. We're not in love, nor are we friends by any means. Hardly acquaintances. We wouldn't lift a finger a finger to help the other No, this isn't home, love or friendship. Our weapons are still on us. The poison's hidden in the secret compartments of the rings we gifted each other. We never believed in anything but practicality. I specially sharpened the blades I brought with me. I know he loaded some 'special' bullets in his gun. We deal like this, like rival gang leaders It's the only thing that has remained the same through all these years, frighteningly comforting in it's stagnancy. It doesn't even come close to companionship. It's definition lies somewhere between hatred, addiction and need. Quiet intimacy will prevail between us and anyone who walks in, feels like they're intruding on something a bit more private and clandestine. Though no one notices, our spines don't relax even once.
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Aug 6, 2012
Aug 6, 2012 at 7:48 AM UTC
Intimacy, of all things
sometimes-(sometimes);       i love you on the lips moon garden             paradise hills and november and it's temple   template of our own world of wild tales .. sometimes sometimes twine    sometimes silent running   sometimes engine purl               under our dark star      the wind rises ; blood and black lace        the pace of our isle               raw and in keeping sometimes the lighthouse taps blinking metronome and we use habits of coherence and practicality and partnership in some dark corners alternatives on another earth seats an uninvited guest viewing (i feel.. sometimes)
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Oct 23, 2023
Oct 23, 2023 at 6:30 PM UTC
movies i was thinking of buying
* *PART I Let the world be - against our LOVE Let the society also be so - against our LOVE Let the laws, rules, regulations be - against our LOVE Let the religions, scriptures, gurus be - against our LOVE Let our friends, colleagues and Family, relatives be - against our LOVE Let even YOU and me be - against our LOVE Let them be, Let us be.. Let everyone be - against our LOVE Yet it is NOT going to be "The end of our LOVE" PART II Every "against" is just a gray smoke Trying to pretend to be a blue sky "They"- the one who are against LOVE If they are eager to crucify Jesus If they are eager to lynch Mansoor If they are eager to poison Meera If they are eager to throw LOVERz In the pyre of FIRE Remember this... The air around us is "LOVE" The whole world shall burn In the grief of two LOVERz flames So don't worry, it is not going to be "The end of our LOVE" PART III We all know, we all know That the enemies of LOVE are many They are educated, smart, intelligent Powerful, leaders and identity groups etc. Those who can reason, argue & debate, Rationalize with practicality & pragmatism But they do not even have a heart To feel the trueness & purity of our LOVE So don't worry, it is not going to be "The end of our LOVE" PART IV What comes out of our LOVE Is the most Powerful & Almighty NATURE LOVE in my heart - is not ruled by anyone LOVE in YOUR heart - is not ruled by anyone LOVE in our heart - is "OUR" LOVE It is not even ruled by us So don't worry, it is not going to be "The end of our LOVE" PART V Today those who pretend to be masters Today those who pretend to be leaders Today those who pretend to be gurus Those who pretend to "I know it ALL" They won't be here tomorrow to live They are only passengers of life Traveling illegally without tickets Because they are living without LOVE So don't worry, it is not going to be "The end of our LOVE" PART VI Do not forget, Do not forget LOVE has taken centuries It has taken ages From the garden of Eden Where Adam - Eve ate the apple Since Romeo-Zuliet died When Layla-Majnun wailed in longing LOVERz have poured their breathe Into every living thing on earth So don't worry, it is not going to be "The end of our LOVE" PART VII The breath you take is of LOVE The breath I take is of LOVE The breath the whole world takes is of LOVE Who are we to say "YES" and "NO" to LOVE? LOVE does not even take our permissions So don't worry, it is not going to be "The end of our LOVE" PART VIII LOVE is not even this moment "NOW" LOVE is not a slave of any constitution LOVE can't be imprisoned in any identities: Religious, regions, gender, caste, Class, society, color, race, age etc. LOVE is not owned by anyone LOVE is not even owned by LOVERz So don't worry, it is not going to be "The end of our LOVE"* *
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Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 11:35 PM UTC
So Don't Worry..
* *PART I Let the world be - against our LOVE Let the society also be so - against our LOVE Let the laws, rules, regulations be - against our LOVE Let the religions, scriptures, gurus be - against our LOVE Let our friends, colleagues and Family, relatives be - against our LOVE Let even YOU and me be - against our LOVE Let them be, Let us be.. Let everyone be - against our LOVE Yet it is NOT going to be "The end of our LOVE" PART II Every "against" is just a gray smoke Trying to pretend to be a blue sky "They"- the one who are against LOVE If they are eager to crucify Jesus If they are eager to lynch Mansoor If they are eager to poison Meera If they are eager to throw LOVERz In the pyre of FIRE Remember this... The air around us is "LOVE" The whole world shall burn In the grief of two LOVERz flames So don't worry, it is not going to be "The end of our LOVE" PART III We all know, we all know That the enemies of LOVE are many They are educated, smart, intelligent Powerful, leaders and identity groups etc. Those who can reason, argue & debate, Rationalize with practicality & pragmatism But they do not even have a heart To feel the trueness & purity of our LOVE So don't worry, it is not going to be "The end of our LOVE" PART IV What comes out of our LOVE Is the most Powerful & Almighty NATURE LOVE in my heart - is not ruled by anyone LOVE in YOUR heart - is not ruled by anyone LOVE in our heart - is "OUR" LOVE It is not even ruled by us So don't worry, it is not going to be "The end of our LOVE" PART V Today those who pretend to be masters Today those who pretend to be leaders Today those who pretend to be gurus Those who pretend to "I know it ALL" They won't be here tomorrow to live They are only passengers of life Traveling illegally without tickets Because they are living without LOVE So don't worry, it is not going to be "The end of our LOVE" PART VI Do not forget, Do not forget LOVE has taken centuries It has taken ages From the garden of Eden Where Adam - Eve ate the apple Since Romeo-Zuliet died When Layla-Majnun wailed in longing LOVERz have poured their breathe Into every living thing on earth So don't worry, it is not going to be "The end of our LOVE" PART VII The breath you take is of LOVE The breath I take is of LOVE The breath the whole world takes is of LOVE Who are we to say "YES" and "NO" to LOVE? LOVE does not even take our permissions So don't worry, it is not going to be "The end of our LOVE" PART VIII LOVE is not even this moment "NOW" LOVE is not a slave of any constitution LOVE can't be imprisoned in any identities: Religious, regions, gender, caste, Class, society, color, race, age etc. LOVE is not owned by anyone LOVE is not even owned by LOVERz So don't worry, it is not going to be "The end of our LOVE"* *
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Staring at a reflection Watching for clues Waiting for signals But I'm never allowed to lose Weight Fat No flat stomach left And thin hairs mar The one you're left with Your body protrudes underneath your Bra-line and It makes you want to cry Your butts still good But you fearfully watch the Jiggle of your thigh Your body is all you've ever had Your teeth are yellow and Your hair loves to be bad your nose is chipped and angled Your skin mangled with spots and Scars Marred Imperfect Only the mirror makes you smile But photos lack the style of 'Attractiveness' You feel you can only look like you In person But now you have to search for the good You know they would have you do that. Okay, I like the practicality of my body. Where I have stood, there has stood Health, a wealth of love in Laughter lines I love the lines of my muscles Count my contours, Feel I'm fine when I breath in my Cheekbones, hate the stress filled Frown lines Never forget the time I Looked and found myself Too thin Too tired Too wired up To find myself Too injured. Never regret And never forget The point I realised At least imperfect Allows for 'happy'
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Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 7:48 PM UTC
Just another uncertainty
I tend to romanticize,  I romanticize friendships and love and all relations, Makes them a little more than what they seem, Doesn't it? And maybe that's what the flaw of romanticizing life is, Once you start romanticizing it you ignore the practicality, That the real-life beholds, One part of you stuck at the expectations, And other tries to avoid the befalling of this little kingdom, Your mind survives in, So you romanticize bad memories too, As if you were really dead every second someone scolded you, Or crumpled your ***** of life, And in this loop of romanticizing, you end up hurting everyone, So you tell yourself to wake up, You force yourself to be awake, And when you finally are, You see there never has existed a premise, Where you were playing your orchestra.
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Jan 2, 2021
Jan 2, 2021 at 11:05 PM UTC
Romanticizing.
Passion in society is presently temporary They say passion is an emotion A state of mind A stage A honeymoon Star-crossed Blinded Struck by love Intense, yet fleeting But passion used to mean Forever. Love, at a distance All encompassing disease Debilitating Weakening It started from your heart Branched out Reached and spread with force Until your entire being Everything you were Was consumed. You were a sick man If you were struck with passion You had reached the end You were hopelessly, and honestly absorbed When passion meant forever And marriage, Used to be more for practicality Than passion To build a life Maturely To drive the kids to soccer practice, Pay the electric bill, To be together every day With another person Left no room For *** on the kitchen floor With the kids to walk in on It did not permit The ripping of clothing When you'd only have to throw it in the wash With a ballerina costume later The real test of a relationship is not distance Sneaking away in the night Stealing kisses in the dark Sneaking away When it's exciting, The real test is the everyday, The monotonous aspects Living with someone Noticing things you never did before It's terrifying because you might start to see The passion pass
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 8:16 PM UTC
Passing Passion
**It seemingly oscillates from The realm of practicality to that of blatant absurdity A fearfully bold doubting Thomas of sorts Embroiled in self-esteem issues In constant conflict with itself Sitting on the fence always A pleasant consolation And being a daredevil a fantasy Nurtured in the remotest miniscule part of the brain Tell me this aint fearless cowardice**
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Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 2:33 AM UTC
An austere heart.
Hey darlin’, you make my soul feel like flying to the outer depths of the solar system, so that I may float effortlessly between time and dimension and truly feel alive. Float here next to me, share this space with me. There’s an asteroid river spiraling over our heads; swirling video game galaxies, and marshmallow-flavored stars. They can’t tell us what to believe in anymore and they can’t make me substitute practicality for dreaming. They can’t tell us what to believe in anymore. We’re burning this city tonight, and we’re using your limits as fuel.
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Jun 1, 2011
Jun 1, 2011 at 5:23 PM UTC
galactic waves
VOICES IN THE NIGHT Seeking safety while others are sleeping,the rest in a dispute with a familiar game of whether the mind or body will win When losing traction will another soul comprehend even a fraction ,meaningless to many but a few keep hope in scope Planning and practicality save souls in print but real people have understanding and offer their own spin Wondering from the middle travels outward, east or west north to south even an Aussie or from across the pond can give hope Giving is receiving simple samples offer light, taken in can block blight,going out producing an unknown grin Faceless names a soul behind each keystroke, varying opinions offer a new vote Hidden bond often easy to find ,meshed together once lonely issues have now found a twin Conversing in space some silent while other seems lost in a race,never really knowing when they will find that meaningful antidote Suddenly interaction can become a tempting attraction ,exposing hidden emotions a new devotion,silent song into a joyous hymn Far apart minds now riding a mutual rift, easier to make light if others have the same plight Randomness can rule when minds are often short, Once a great thought soon will abort hopefully not lost forever if we tug to hard on that string Absent minds left meandering once locked down now offering possibilities ,growing with knowledge now developing with each insight. R.C.
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Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 7:10 AM UTC
VOICES IN THE NIGHT
We will fulfill LOVE's promises The sun, the moon, the stars, the night We will fulfill LOVE's vows The flowers, the clouds, the breeze, the birds Our LOVE will remain like this nature's bounty When fate made us meet We met at the horizon Where the sky meets the earth When LOVE happened between us The BLUE became red, yellow and orange We've experienced a blissful heaven Where all inner-flowers bloom And our heart-bees hum As if we have found our SOUL Made for each other We became each other's Candle and light Moon and stars Clouds and rain Sun and sunshine Sadness and tears Joys and happiness Our souls-connect awakened All colors of dormant LOVE Like a single rainbow of VIBGYOR Come and let us become ONE forever Let us fulfill our LOVE's promises Let us fulfill our LOVE's vows Even as strangers - Our LOVE recognized each other Our happiness and sadness merged Into LOVE's joyful tears Our LOVE story shows the world True LOVE never dies True LOVE lives forever Such mad and true LOVERS Like Romeo-Zuliet, Layla Majnun - Our LOVE re-creates LOVE's essentials How much ever the mind tries to reason out "Oh heart, please do not LOVE" But... Like the moon glowing In dark sky of the night Like the sun shining In the blue skies of the day Our LOVE could not be hidden By any human practicality prisons The heart where LOVE flames are ignited The coals catches the ember glow Is the sanctum of LOVE's idol The molten lava of LOVE Melts the life's hardened stone-rocks Let our life take us any where Unaware of the journey And/or the destination Let it not change our LOVE a bit In attempt to live life Seeking "Spiritual enlightenment" Let us worship with devotion Our LOVE's divine blessings Because... LOVE is our NIRVANA Our bond of LOVE is strong As strong as nature's permanence We will unite in ONE-LOVE within our core Like two galaxies merging into ONE Black-Hole
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Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 11:41 PM UTC
LOVE Is Our NIRVANA
We will fulfill LOVE's promises The sun, the moon, the stars, the night We will fulfill LOVE's vows The flowers, the clouds, the breeze, the birds Our LOVE will remain like this nature's bounty When fate made us meet We met at the horizon Where the sky meets the earth When LOVE happened between us The BLUE became red, yellow and orange We've experienced a blissful heaven Where all inner-flowers bloom And our heart-bees hum As if we have found our SOUL Made for each other We became each other's Candle and light Moon and stars Clouds and rain Sun and sunshine Sadness and tears Joys and happiness Our souls-connect awakened All colors of dormant LOVE Like a single rainbow of VIBGYOR Come and let us become ONE forever Let us fulfill our LOVE's promises Let us fulfill our LOVE's vows Even as strangers - Our LOVE recognized each other Our happiness and sadness merged Into LOVE's joyful tears Our LOVE story shows the world True LOVE never dies True LOVE lives forever Such mad and true LOVERS Like Romeo-Zuliet, Layla Majnun - Our LOVE re-creates LOVE's essentials How much ever the mind tries to reason out "Oh heart, please do not LOVE" But... Like the moon glowing In dark sky of the night Like the sun shining In the blue skies of the day Our LOVE could not be hidden By any human practicality prisons The heart where LOVE flames are ignited The coals catches the ember glow Is the sanctum of LOVE's idol The molten lava of LOVE Melts the life's hardened stone-rocks Let our life take us any where Unaware of the journey And/or the destination Let it not change our LOVE a bit In attempt to live life Seeking "Spiritual enlightenment" Let us worship with devotion Our LOVE's divine blessings Because... LOVE is our NIRVANA Our bond of LOVE is strong As strong as nature's permanence We will unite in ONE-LOVE within our core Like two galaxies merging into ONE Black-Hole
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What are friends? Are "friends" just specks of moments shared, times when you feel cared for or are they real persons? Do friends make you cry, make you feel hated, wonder if this was an end belated, or are they just the good smiles and laughter? Do friends leave, or are they forever? Do they remain a part of your life even though you're a traveler? Why do we have to give up? Why do we have to move on? This so-called action of maturity, of dignity, of practicality, Wiping years and tears as though they were far gone, Refusing to let anything hurt just a little too slowly. But isn't that sacrilegy? Killing something sacred for the sake of an easier way, A ****** of moments, reducing "friends" into just a diluted memory, Tossing trust - mutual trust - into that pile of yesterday. When we separate, when we fly to different corners, When decades go by and all we have left is the past, Are those still friends, or are they just matters for the lonely heart to ponder on how it went by so fast? I never thought my heart would ever come to this place where doubts are shadows and the only lights left are two really bright ones, but so many have flickered dead, out of space, What used to be a burning room of blue.
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 6:26 AM UTC
Friends
You might be **** even kind... But I care not for your ego. I might as well be blind. You might be interested in many things. None of which light my fire. A hollow heart filled with empty blings. I live to build and design. Practicality is so hard to find. I want to understand the world. Very few share my mind. I'm simply complicated. And there is no shortcut to my desire. I'm after the impossible. But that is all I require.
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Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
Impossible Desire
If I were the principle of my school I would bring some changes to the rules A school where every child can dare To think freely and be their true selves I would give the a problem to solve By themselves.A chance to evolve To grow., with all the senses involved I don't want parrots belching memorized words Students aren't sheep, teachers aren't shepherds I would want them to live in an open world Where they can question everything under the Sun Bookish knowledge is not all There's more to life than Newton's laws We are artists, us human not robots Scientist, philosophers, why should we be restricted to some selected thoughts I would want basic life skills To be taught to every pupil So that when they leave these gates They aren't left confused and dazed We must teach them empathy Theory gives way to practicality So that when they got no help They can think for themselves Don't sacrifice the individual At the altar of peer-pressure These would be my principles If I were my school's principal.
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Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 12:19 AM UTC
Principles of a Principal
She wears it around her neck on a chain. Safe in the only home it's known, smug between her ******* A key to her first diary, where she wrote about her hopes and her dreams. About her love for the boy down the street and about how she lost her virginity and cried for a week.         A key to her trousseau, holding warmth from the blankets and linens,  practicality from the dishware,  love from  the Shakespeare poems and long awaited hope from the yellowing lace.   A key to her first home, with the white picket fence and the swing set in the back. Where her children would grow up, where laughter would ring and loneliness would echo in the halls                 A key to her favorite jewelry box, with the diamond earrings and macaroni necklace.  The discarded ring that she had to ask for and that never quite fit   He knows the key is there, he's seen it for 3 decades.  He knows the devastation that is in store if he uses it. Its the key to open her heart.
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Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 11:27 AM UTC
The key