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And all your heros are gone, but you refuse to take off the mask. A loudmouth, a capitalist, with greasy hair and a golden toothpick, he is your enemy he is your oppressor and he sits upon a throne of coal and blood with armed security and a nation built for him, to protect him and his money, a police state, pat downs on the corner, murdered in the street, your daughters gotta eat. He grows fatter and fatter still, he loves complacency, he loves contentment, he invests heavily in both. He knows we are strong, he knows we are many, he knows he must divide us to win, he knows we're his greatest weapon, so he created Fox News, he created TMZ, stealthily, we didn't even notice, he created NPR and KVIE, he gave them masks that look like ours. They look poor, they look starved, they look like us, but they have a different master. Our master is the earth, our master is our coworker, our neighbor, our mailman, our dishwashers, our bus drivers, our minimart clerks. Our masters are not the TV, our masters are not the radio, our masters are not the New York Times, they are not National Geographic, they are not BP, they are not our principals, our administrators, our policemen, our CEOs, our investors, our bankers, our insurance providers, these people hate us, they hate us because they can't squeeze blood from a stone, and the rivers are running dry, the factories are standing still, the people, our masters and our friends, they're in the streets, they're shouting "BLACK LIVES MATTER" they're shouting "NO JUSTICE NO PEACE" "NO MORE WAR FOR OIL" **** THE POLICE" "DOWN WITH THE 1%" and soon and soon, The False Gods will grow so fat and we'll have nothing left to eat but them, and on that day we'll sit down to dine and it won't be civilized and it won't be pretty, their blood, our blood, will feed the rivers and their flesh will feed our hungry children and their money will burn and warm our chilled bones but we can't wait, we can't wait for this to happen because everyday they grow stronger, we grow weaker and the river becomes dryer. The Bourgeois is our enemy, they say 'All Lives Matter' they say 'Work Hard and Your Dreams Will Come True' BUT THEY LIE
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Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 4:54 PM UTC
nolan-higgins
Untitled
And all your heros are gone, but you refuse to take off the mask. A loudmouth, a capitalist, with greasy hair and a golden toothpick, he is your enemy he is your oppressor and he sits upon a throne of coal and blood with armed security and a nation built for him, to protect him and his money, a police state, pat downs on the corner, murdered in the street, your daughters gotta eat. He grows fatter and fatter still, he loves complacency, he loves contentment, he invests heavily in both. He knows we are strong, he knows we are many, he knows he must divide us to win, he knows we're his greatest weapon, so he created Fox News, he created TMZ, stealthily, we didn't even notice, he created NPR and KVIE, he gave them masks that look like ours. They look poor, they look starved, they look like us, but they have a different master. Our master is the earth, our master is our coworker, our neighbor, our mailman, our dishwashers, our bus drivers, our minimart clerks. Our masters are not the TV, our masters are not the radio, our masters are not the New York Times, they are not National Geographic, they are not BP, they are not our principals, our administrators, our policemen, our CEOs, our investors, our bankers, our insurance providers, these people hate us, they hate us because they can't squeeze blood from a stone, and the rivers are running dry, the factories are standing still, the people, our masters and our friends, they're in the streets, they're shouting "BLACK LIVES MATTER" they're shouting "NO JUSTICE NO PEACE" "NO MORE WAR FOR OIL" **** THE POLICE" "DOWN WITH THE 1%" and soon and soon, The False Gods will grow so fat and we'll have nothing left to eat but them, and on that day we'll sit down to dine and it won't be civilized and it won't be pretty, their blood, our blood, will feed the rivers and their flesh will feed our hungry children and their money will burn and warm our chilled bones but we can't wait, we can't wait for this to happen because everyday they grow stronger, we grow weaker and the river becomes dryer. The Bourgeois is our enemy, they say 'All Lives Matter' they say 'Work Hard and Your Dreams Will Come True' BUT THEY LIE
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A mother’s limited knowledge of food choices, You can hear the kids’ voices, They want food, Screaming are the broods, They seek healthcare The little scared children. They could not afford to feed them properly as babies, And cannot afford it now, the ladies. “We are begging the government,” The worried mothers say. The widespread poverty, Lack of public safety in the North, Guns are everywhere, And violence is getting worse, All contribute to The plight of mothers Who want their children to be happy like others’. “We are begging the government,” The worried mothers say. Poor infant development, Premature death, Babies gone before they took a breath. Kids are not being vaccinated, And bad conditions are created. Malnutrition, All affect mothers and their Precious offspring. “We are begging the government,” The worried mothers say. PforR, The British government, And PATH, Put all of their efforts to make sure Kids are being treated. But still, Healthcare providers the country leave, And mothers are left with no relief, With no regret of leaving millions of starving kids, They fly to the beautiful turquoise skies, In order to get one more dollar an hour, They think it gives them power. “We are begging the government,” The worried mothers say. The mothers don’t give up, They want to be educated, Money has to be donated. With only technology, they can do it. The access, the supplies, the needed budget, and commitment, Will help children get the best treatment.
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Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 1:18 PM UTC
natalie-shkolnik
The Mothers' Fight
A mother’s limited knowledge of food choices, You can hear the kids’ voices, They want food, Screaming are the broods, They seek healthcare The little scared children. They could not afford to feed them properly as babies, And cannot afford it now, the ladies. “We are begging the government,” The worried mothers say. The widespread poverty, Lack of public safety in the North, Guns are everywhere, And violence is getting worse, All contribute to The plight of mothers Who want their children to be happy like others’. “We are begging the government,” The worried mothers say. Poor infant development, Premature death, Babies gone before they took a breath. Kids are not being vaccinated, And bad conditions are created. Malnutrition, All affect mothers and their Precious offspring. “We are begging the government,” The worried mothers say. PforR, The British government, And PATH, Put all of their efforts to make sure Kids are being treated. But still, Healthcare providers the country leave, And mothers are left with no relief, With no regret of leaving millions of starving kids, They fly to the beautiful turquoise skies, In order to get one more dollar an hour, They think it gives them power. “We are begging the government,” The worried mothers say. The mothers don’t give up, They want to be educated, Money has to be donated. With only technology, they can do it. The access, the supplies, the needed budget, and commitment, Will help children get the best treatment.
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A pastel blue backdrop behind three glass frames not a cloud in the sky not a plane flying by Yet I cannot learn to love the sky without the trails smoky puffs of vapour line a day with uncertainty For a blue sky is bland without the odd trace of imperfection, even birds in formation become the aforementioned. "I can't stand to sing the same song the same way two nights in succession" Routine it seems is its own imperfection. Give me a grey sky in June And thunder in peace A stark croaking crow Can be sheer bliss All things aligned, Excitements amiss For the brain needs A puzzle, a challenge... Confrontation, **** your Hollywood films and Normalisation, your predictable habits And false gestation; Astro-Turf fields And palm tree islands, Man-made beaches And glacier skylines Synthetic audio and bastardisation of the arts, your contempt for nature Shall be your Achilles for the world we live in, the forests and canopy's are the very providers Of human abilities, rid us of them and face extinction, this is the nature of colonisation. The earth which houses us is not formulaic, It's a collision of astronomic proportions every detail as vital as another Mankind can be primal, Oedipal and graceless, but respecting your home is not an optional gift, for we cannot survive as a species adrift.
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Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC
zacolian
Land Of Artifice
A pastel blue backdrop behind three glass frames not a cloud in the sky not a plane flying by Yet I cannot learn to love the sky without the trails smoky puffs of vapour line a day with uncertainty For a blue sky is bland without the odd trace of imperfection, even birds in formation become the aforementioned. "I can't stand to sing the same song the same way two nights in succession" Routine it seems is its own imperfection. Give me a grey sky in June And thunder in peace A stark croaking crow Can be sheer bliss All things aligned, Excitements amiss For the brain needs A puzzle, a challenge... Confrontation, **** your Hollywood films and Normalisation, your predictable habits And false gestation; Astro-Turf fields And palm tree islands, Man-made beaches And glacier skylines Synthetic audio and bastardisation of the arts, your contempt for nature Shall be your Achilles for the world we live in, the forests and canopy's are the very providers Of human abilities, rid us of them and face extinction, this is the nature of colonisation. The earth which houses us is not formulaic, It's a collision of astronomic proportions every detail as vital as another Mankind can be primal, Oedipal and graceless, but respecting your home is not an optional gift, for we cannot survive as a species adrift.
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You three believe in creating scarcity, NOT union. You build HOV lanes for your luxury cars, caring less how efficient they are. They roll royce cross your game board, fuming trails of money. Bell Atlantic bought Madison Avenue, you bought all the properties. Now tenants can't avoid the traffic or the noise of an internet rolled in palms and diced spiraling to speed limits ... ... ... ... and red highways ... ... ... ... and orange traffic cones that block hybrid cars, already swerving to avoid bankruptcy. We STOP the STOP people STOP moving, our preamble crumbles to a STOP, becoming a eulogy — an ideal dumb to power trippery, after Time Warner and Comcast merged, allies on opposite sides of the game board. Verizon, Comcast, AT&T; together you own pretty much everyone but Fox and Disney, (yet have invested in them heavily). Verizon, Comcast, AT&T; your oligarchy is NBC, Universal, CNN, Warner Brothers, and now FullScreen, family-friendly nepotism that inbreeds bearing deaf drones bored of flying, over Why Beyonce is a Feminist. or Why Ferguson was racist, media's offspring just keep clicking, the headline genocide victims basking in concentrated lamps for a sliver of attention. Verizon, Comcast, AT&T; Now you want the backend buffering, bulging eyes and emptying pockets of those Spocked into believing, hyperspeed was ever necessary. No choice when the exits are slow and there are no backroads. Verizon, Comcast, AT&T;, offspring of the Bell Atlantic Company, we will not let your ****** populate the internet. Call it Capitalism, but your playing Monopoly, yanking the carpet underneath to the wood of Tyranny. You shamed Bell's invention by stringing together telephone internet, and entertainment companies until you could be lazy. Monkeys who spent millions to shriek at government parties about the communication machine, a system downloaded so slowly, we did not act on cons piracy theories, when Amazon made online shopping so easy. Dear Internet Service Providers, so called ISP's, WE ARE DONE playing Monopoly. Our collective voice will shout blasphemy on your streets, hashtagged net neutrality, till you're counting pennies. So empty your Washington banks cause it's 3 a.m. and no ONE is winning.
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Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 3:09 PM UTC
courtney-pruitt
Dear Verizon, Comcast, & AT&T,
You three believe in creating scarcity, NOT union. You build HOV lanes for your luxury cars, caring less how efficient they are. They roll royce cross your game board, fuming trails of money. Bell Atlantic bought Madison Avenue, you bought all the properties. Now tenants can't avoid the traffic or the noise of an internet rolled in palms and diced spiraling to speed limits ... ... ... ... and red highways ... ... ... ... and orange traffic cones that block hybrid cars, already swerving to avoid bankruptcy. We STOP the STOP people STOP moving, our preamble crumbles to a STOP, becoming a eulogy — an ideal dumb to power trippery, after Time Warner and Comcast merged, allies on opposite sides of the game board. Verizon, Comcast, AT&T; together you own pretty much everyone but Fox and Disney, (yet have invested in them heavily). Verizon, Comcast, AT&T; your oligarchy is NBC, Universal, CNN, Warner Brothers, and now FullScreen, family-friendly nepotism that inbreeds bearing deaf drones bored of flying, over Why Beyonce is a Feminist. or Why Ferguson was racist, media's offspring just keep clicking, the headline genocide victims basking in concentrated lamps for a sliver of attention. Verizon, Comcast, AT&T; Now you want the backend buffering, bulging eyes and emptying pockets of those Spocked into believing, hyperspeed was ever necessary. No choice when the exits are slow and there are no backroads. Verizon, Comcast, AT&T;, offspring of the Bell Atlantic Company, we will not let your ****** populate the internet. Call it Capitalism, but your playing Monopoly, yanking the carpet underneath to the wood of Tyranny. You shamed Bell's invention by stringing together telephone internet, and entertainment companies until you could be lazy. Monkeys who spent millions to shriek at government parties about the communication machine, a system downloaded so slowly, we did not act on cons piracy theories, when Amazon made online shopping so easy. Dear Internet Service Providers, so called ISP's, WE ARE DONE playing Monopoly. Our collective voice will shout blasphemy on your streets, hashtagged net neutrality, till you're counting pennies. So empty your Washington banks cause it's 3 a.m. and no ONE is winning.
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silence sweet silence like none other despite the library door slamming everytime someone leaves or arrives it seems to slam louder when they leave i am not perturbed or distracted, nor am i expecting not to be here, alone, surrounded by books, i just am lamenting this place not being as busy as it should be who’s fault is that? celebrating this place not being as busy as it should be guilty as charged all these faces i see it’s like a small town here sometimes abandoned sometimes inhabited once again, i don’t care how can i? my head, full of Aurelius and Bukowski doesn’t have space to well, deep down, i guess i do care but not as much as i suppose society begs i should how can i? i’m too busy figuring out who i truly am and the books help, Bukowski was correct, these philosophers are like brothers to me and i speculate my deep “connection” to them to men whom i never met yet felt more fatherly care from than my own maybe that’s the root sometimes, all this reading begs the question do i like books more than people? or people more than books? i think i know the answer, eureka! i love books, and individuals alike i don’t like people especially when they group up in congregations and crowds, strangers in a can of sardines with no space to possibly ever care only to survive and barely breathe or to escape such a reality how could i? when they don’t even care for themselves it’s disheartening, really to witness such potential in one soul and watch it ******* melt away around his or her friends around their families’ incessant influence and needs abusing providers consumed by their personal troubles and struggles and vices, infected by the amplification of a hang out girls night boys night the clubs, the bars the gossips of nonsense and **** that simply isn’t their business sewage their obvious and yet radiantly painful, like a sunburn that isn’t on you but hurts to look at on someone else, avoidance of themselves begging the following: could these souls spend an hour, alone, with a book and paper and pencil? how could they? they’d like to, i’m sure, but hate themselves just enough to not be able to. -melancholicreator
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Feb 27, 2024
Feb 27, 2024 at 4:30 PM UTC
melancholicreator
can of sardines
silence sweet silence like none other despite the library door slamming everytime someone leaves or arrives it seems to slam louder when they leave i am not perturbed or distracted, nor am i expecting not to be here, alone, surrounded by books, i just am lamenting this place not being as busy as it should be who’s fault is that? celebrating this place not being as busy as it should be guilty as charged all these faces i see it’s like a small town here sometimes abandoned sometimes inhabited once again, i don’t care how can i? my head, full of Aurelius and Bukowski doesn’t have space to well, deep down, i guess i do care but not as much as i suppose society begs i should how can i? i’m too busy figuring out who i truly am and the books help, Bukowski was correct, these philosophers are like brothers to me and i speculate my deep “connection” to them to men whom i never met yet felt more fatherly care from than my own maybe that’s the root sometimes, all this reading begs the question do i like books more than people? or people more than books? i think i know the answer, eureka! i love books, and individuals alike i don’t like people especially when they group up in congregations and crowds, strangers in a can of sardines with no space to possibly ever care only to survive and barely breathe or to escape such a reality how could i? when they don’t even care for themselves it’s disheartening, really to witness such potential in one soul and watch it ******* melt away around his or her friends around their families’ incessant influence and needs abusing providers consumed by their personal troubles and struggles and vices, infected by the amplification of a hang out girls night boys night the clubs, the bars the gossips of nonsense and **** that simply isn’t their business sewage their obvious and yet radiantly painful, like a sunburn that isn’t on you but hurts to look at on someone else, avoidance of themselves begging the following: could these souls spend an hour, alone, with a book and paper and pencil? how could they? they’d like to, i’m sure, but hate themselves just enough to not be able to. -melancholicreator
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Is there one word that holds the power? The breath created by humble lungs The frequency resonating a once unheard ********* thrum And cunningly shaped by a Loquacious tongue To awaken the minds of the sleepers Or is it emotion soothed by an ancient vibe Of Universal Love But what is Love? Like a tender mother’s hug Found in the eye of your first friend Before gazes averted strangers And embraced the world by steady trust within Separate tables pushed together Greetings warm with heartfelt laughter Everyone singing their own song As a global chorus comes On like a rushing blast of heat from the opened oven of love Forward like the sea foam after the rip tide fades Onward like the feathered wind, invisible Yet its presence manifest in ethereal ways The crescendo of 7 billion voices strong The thumps of our brothers’ hearts beat out a mighty tune Pounding the drum of a once deafened ear The fiddlers from the forest meadow and the rushing of the leaves Reminding us of our nature As Oxygen consumers And carbon dioxide providers Have you heard the killing of trees? No, but its seems to be all the Rage Everywhere I go, seeing tree stumps line the way Yet green grows evermore Our living spirit chooses life Because of darkness The Light must shine If I am You and You are Me and no one gets lost in-between the cracks and the gaps of the sidewalks separated by all too distant train tracks and the windows of the restaurant protecting the paying customer from the reality of the man on the street corner surviving the long night of the soul Urban deserts, Moniless pits Filled with human suffering but human all the same we are One God Different faces Different Eyes Different names Wandering the Earth Waiting to be saved Or for those on top maybe just judgment day
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Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 9:12 PM UTC
universal-thrum
One Word
Is there one word that holds the power? The breath created by humble lungs The frequency resonating a once unheard ********* thrum And cunningly shaped by a Loquacious tongue To awaken the minds of the sleepers Or is it emotion soothed by an ancient vibe Of Universal Love But what is Love? Like a tender mother’s hug Found in the eye of your first friend Before gazes averted strangers And embraced the world by steady trust within Separate tables pushed together Greetings warm with heartfelt laughter Everyone singing their own song As a global chorus comes On like a rushing blast of heat from the opened oven of love Forward like the sea foam after the rip tide fades Onward like the feathered wind, invisible Yet its presence manifest in ethereal ways The crescendo of 7 billion voices strong The thumps of our brothers’ hearts beat out a mighty tune Pounding the drum of a once deafened ear The fiddlers from the forest meadow and the rushing of the leaves Reminding us of our nature As Oxygen consumers And carbon dioxide providers Have you heard the killing of trees? No, but its seems to be all the Rage Everywhere I go, seeing tree stumps line the way Yet green grows evermore Our living spirit chooses life Because of darkness The Light must shine If I am You and You are Me and no one gets lost in-between the cracks and the gaps of the sidewalks separated by all too distant train tracks and the windows of the restaurant protecting the paying customer from the reality of the man on the street corner surviving the long night of the soul Urban deserts, Moniless pits Filled with human suffering but human all the same we are One God Different faces Different Eyes Different names Wandering the Earth Waiting to be saved Or for those on top maybe just judgment day
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They said we were the best twosome together. So claim i. We were considered as the best solution providers for problems in relationships. But we couldn't figure out our own muddle. If only you could see what i saw If only you had shown me the love i craved. Everytime we would meet, your hand tangled up in mine and everytime you would leave, it was a glimpse of you that i yearned for. The things we fantasize about doesn't come by itself! we have to work for it. For a better life For a better relationship as well Our future is our confidence and self esteem. If she can't learn to love you, she can't learn to love herself. Perhaps you've made me the antagonist. But i became the protagonist of myself. The best chapters of my story are still to be written. If i upset you, don't stress; never forget that god isn't finished with me yet.
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Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 1:11 AM UTC
abhi-beeharry
Words Once Uttered, Can Never Be Taken Back!
They said we were the best twosome together. So claim i. We were considered as the best solution providers for problems in relationships. But we couldn't figure out our own muddle. If only you could see what i saw If only you had shown me the love i craved. Everytime we would meet, your hand tangled up in mine and everytime you would leave, it was a glimpse of you that i yearned for. The things we fantasize about doesn't come by itself! we have to work for it. For a better life For a better relationship as well Our future is our confidence and self esteem. If she can't learn to love you, she can't learn to love herself. Perhaps you've made me the antagonist. But i became the protagonist of myself. The best chapters of my story are still to be written. If i upset you, don't stress; never forget that god isn't finished with me yet.
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Waking among the concrete structures Starting the day running around in earnest For chores are plenty and time is handful To begin a new one-hundred-meter-dash Trying to outdo each other, in an imaginary race Every stride we take, the concrete takes away our zeal There is no cushion for the hectic lifestyle Taking a toll on our mind and body We seem to have reached somewhere But end up at the same station, to catch the train Inadvertently, packing every coach Few faces we know from our daily commute Lots of new faces add up to the crowd We are an individual, but interspersed in the crowd Waiting to get-off at the daily destination The concrete pavements and the concrete buildings Greets us gloomily, although modern architecture Facades of glass reflecting off the chaos of life outside Immediately, we are in a grind of the job Lost in numerous presentations and graphical projections The pie charts take the sweetness out of our life Savoring only percentages, with sprinkling of peppery talks Targets are set and client’s meet are arranged To strike out a deal and sign-off the nuptials It’s a marriage of client and service providers Where brands are hogging the limelight For us it’s the race to maintain our saneness As it’s a daily commute through the concrete jungle
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Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
amitav
The Concrete Story
Waking among the concrete structures Starting the day running around in earnest For chores are plenty and time is handful To begin a new one-hundred-meter-dash Trying to outdo each other, in an imaginary race Every stride we take, the concrete takes away our zeal There is no cushion for the hectic lifestyle Taking a toll on our mind and body We seem to have reached somewhere But end up at the same station, to catch the train Inadvertently, packing every coach Few faces we know from our daily commute Lots of new faces add up to the crowd We are an individual, but interspersed in the crowd Waiting to get-off at the daily destination The concrete pavements and the concrete buildings Greets us gloomily, although modern architecture Facades of glass reflecting off the chaos of life outside Immediately, we are in a grind of the job Lost in numerous presentations and graphical projections The pie charts take the sweetness out of our life Savoring only percentages, with sprinkling of peppery talks Targets are set and client’s meet are arranged To strike out a deal and sign-off the nuptials It’s a marriage of client and service providers Where brands are hogging the limelight For us it’s the race to maintain our saneness As it’s a daily commute through the concrete jungle
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If you are having trouble with your overall new iphone 4, there are many associated with in your own home i phone fix procedures you can consider. Even so, take into account that you can also find many i phone repair solutions you may want to should fully stay clear of, as these ways might cause additionally hurt along with emptiness the particular extended warranty. Thus, before you decide to chance a do-it-yourself iPhone fix, find the adhering to: apple iphone Mend Accomplish ?Complete: Turn these devices down, after which back with. Restarting the actual apple iphone generally adjusts almost any downside to software program plus purposes. This is a quick solution, however normally probably the most worthwhile. This is the identical to along with computers, while reigniting your personal computer usually corrects numerous operation difficulties. ?Complete: Upgrade a apple iphone. If your hardware just isn't working correctly, it is usually due to the lack of a system upgrade. Link the particular iPhone on your docking personal computer, and after that insert apple itunes. If the bring up to date is accessible, select to download and install your upgrade in the mobile phone. When the revise possesses uploaded towards the cellphone, all problems needs to be remedied. ?Accomplish: Recharge the battery. Should the power is starting to wear lower, features for quite a few hardware and software could fall short, contributing to inadequate overall performance through the device. Asking battery modifies these complaints. iphone 4 Restore Sports Dress in jailbreak the cell phone. It sometimes does add additional overall performance and also modification features, issues voids the guarantee, if you decide to ought to switch the cellular phone, you will be required to get a brand new one, entirely. Stay clear of examining the extender in any respect. After you break the close on the apple iphone, Apple inc and also the providers won't make gadget back again. It is advisable to you need to take the phone to your company or perhaps certified iPhone repair service service provider and have absolutely all of them think about the gadget very first, in advance of continuing. Not surprisingly, that which you do to fix your current iPhone depends upon their guarantee and your expertise as a repairman. If you can't believe that it will be easy to complete the particular maintenance yourself, you ought to use a professional iphone 3gs repair shop service provider. http://www.passwordmanagers.net/ Password Manager Windows
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Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 1:26 AM UTC
anastasiad
If you are having trouble with your overall new iphone 4
If you are having trouble with your overall new iphone 4, there are many associated with in your own home i phone fix procedures you can consider. Even so, take into account that you can also find many i phone repair solutions you may want to should fully stay clear of, as these ways might cause additionally hurt along with emptiness the particular extended warranty. Thus, before you decide to chance a do-it-yourself iPhone fix, find the adhering to: apple iphone Mend Accomplish ?Complete: Turn these devices down, after which back with. Restarting the actual apple iphone generally adjusts almost any downside to software program plus purposes. This is a quick solution, however normally probably the most worthwhile. This is the identical to along with computers, while reigniting your personal computer usually corrects numerous operation difficulties. ?Complete: Upgrade a apple iphone. If your hardware just isn't working correctly, it is usually due to the lack of a system upgrade. Link the particular iPhone on your docking personal computer, and after that insert apple itunes. If the bring up to date is accessible, select to download and install your upgrade in the mobile phone. When the revise possesses uploaded towards the cellphone, all problems needs to be remedied. ?Accomplish: Recharge the battery. Should the power is starting to wear lower, features for quite a few hardware and software could fall short, contributing to inadequate overall performance through the device. Asking battery modifies these complaints. iphone 4 Restore Sports Dress in jailbreak the cell phone. It sometimes does add additional overall performance and also modification features, issues voids the guarantee, if you decide to ought to switch the cellular phone, you will be required to get a brand new one, entirely. Stay clear of examining the extender in any respect. After you break the close on the apple iphone, Apple inc and also the providers won't make gadget back again. It is advisable to you need to take the phone to your company or perhaps certified iPhone repair service service provider and have absolutely all of them think about the gadget very first, in advance of continuing. Not surprisingly, that which you do to fix your current iPhone depends upon their guarantee and your expertise as a repairman. If you can't believe that it will be easy to complete the particular maintenance yourself, you ought to use a professional iphone 3gs repair shop service provider. http://www.passwordmanagers.net/ Password Manager Windows
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Why do old men cry? it's such an unmanly act so we've all been told "Boys don't cry", they say "You're acting like a female" **** up", "Be a man" boys do become men they till good and evil soil coping in the world through all walks of life anxiety sprouts like wheat must prove their manhood learn to make their way to take care of their own selves and share with others they raise families quality time, joy, heartache see their children grow just like all people all men experience loss life's equalizer they face rejection lose their jobs and livelihood they go off to war they watch loved ones die parents, wives, children and friends no one is immune but real men don't cry providers and protectors with stiff upper lip why do old men cry? it took a lifetime to learn they're only human
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May 14, 2010
May 14, 2010 at 11:49 AM UTC
del-maximo
An Old Man's Tears
Why do old men cry? it's such an unmanly act so we've all been told "Boys don't cry", they say "You're acting like a female" **** up", "Be a man" boys do become men they till good and evil soil coping in the world through all walks of life anxiety sprouts like wheat must prove their manhood learn to make their way to take care of their own selves and share with others they raise families quality time, joy, heartache see their children grow just like all people all men experience loss life's equalizer they face rejection lose their jobs and livelihood they go off to war they watch loved ones die parents, wives, children and friends no one is immune but real men don't cry providers and protectors with stiff upper lip why do old men cry? it took a lifetime to learn they're only human
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upon closer examination, my hands, my history. my hands fit irregular-sized gloves, life summaries, slightly worn, marked down for the discount table. my creases are covered up underneath a few genesis survivors. a "handful" of youthful blonde hairs,   failing to depart, as time has requested. these blonde survivors, refuseniks to time's ravages, mockery makers, of history book writers. yet, these cohorts few, are in cahoots with, wave machines, tidal decay suppliers, gray color, content providers, to the balance of my body. nicks and grooves, crisscross stitches, vanity disrepairs, someone is counting down lifelines, one million billion cells,   used up, only shells, wreckage of death stars, jails for membranes,   forgetful fabric memorizers, crumbled fractures, patches designed by an unknown haute couturier, a failed revisionist of the original conception. All our hands. upon closer examination, Jubilee finale, arrival day of the   Halcyonian, mythical bird, powerful enough, charm the winds, calm the waves, harbinger of our demise. that date, initialized,   DVR recorded, visible, right there, upon on all our hands, all our history. Source coded in a language for which the Rosetta stone yet undiscovered, but visible, right there,   on all our hands, all our history. Halcyon bird, comes when it comes, though we, always, surprised, oblivious to the obvious. Halcyon bird, coming, to calm, and to lament loss, coming, to still the wind and wave within the heart, repair the deepest rent. So these words, caresses, coming, to calm and to lament, from my hands to yours, asking modestly, for acceptance, for forgiveness, for another's hands hold mine, my heart. Yet my hands wave on, each wave, a day, an entry in and on my handy ledger, where recorded, **upon closer examination, my hands, my history, the what is as well what cannot ever be.** ------------------------------------------------------------------ * http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/halcyonian (Halcyonian, a mythical bird, said to have the power of charming winds and waves into calmness, associated with death)
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Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 3:55 AM UTC
nat-lipstadt
My Hands, Our Hands
upon closer examination, my hands, my history. my hands fit irregular-sized gloves, life summaries, slightly worn, marked down for the discount table. my creases are covered up underneath a few genesis survivors. a "handful" of youthful blonde hairs,   failing to depart, as time has requested. these blonde survivors, refuseniks to time's ravages, mockery makers, of history book writers. yet, these cohorts few, are in cahoots with, wave machines, tidal decay suppliers, gray color, content providers, to the balance of my body. nicks and grooves, crisscross stitches, vanity disrepairs, someone is counting down lifelines, one million billion cells,   used up, only shells, wreckage of death stars, jails for membranes,   forgetful fabric memorizers, crumbled fractures, patches designed by an unknown haute couturier, a failed revisionist of the original conception. All our hands. upon closer examination, Jubilee finale, arrival day of the   Halcyonian, mythical bird, powerful enough, charm the winds, calm the waves, harbinger of our demise. that date, initialized,   DVR recorded, visible, right there, upon on all our hands, all our history. Source coded in a language for which the Rosetta stone yet undiscovered, but visible, right there,   on all our hands, all our history. Halcyon bird, comes when it comes, though we, always, surprised, oblivious to the obvious. Halcyon bird, coming, to calm, and to lament loss, coming, to still the wind and wave within the heart, repair the deepest rent. So these words, caresses, coming, to calm and to lament, from my hands to yours, asking modestly, for acceptance, for forgiveness, for another's hands hold mine, my heart. Yet my hands wave on, each wave, a day, an entry in and on my handy ledger, where recorded, **upon closer examination, my hands, my history, the what is as well what cannot ever be.** ------------------------------------------------------------------ * http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/halcyonian (Halcyonian, a mythical bird, said to have the power of charming winds and waves into calmness, associated with death)
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Trees are wiser. Trees are stronger. Trees are most content. Trees are taller. Trees live longer. Trees do not need shelter. Trees are tougher. Trees don't complain. Trees have the most secrets and stories untold. Trees are rooted deep. Trees reach the clouds. Trees provide homes to animals, and us. The greatest providers. Trees are incomprehensible. Trees have been since the beginning of time. If you need advice... Ask a nearby tree.
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Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 10:49 AM UTC
autrooks8
Trees are Wiser
Trees are wiser. Trees are stronger. Trees are most content. Trees are taller. Trees live longer. Trees do not need shelter. Trees are tougher. Trees don't complain. Trees have the most secrets and stories untold. Trees are rooted deep. Trees reach the clouds. Trees provide homes to animals, and us. The greatest providers. Trees are incomprehensible. Trees have been since the beginning of time. If you need advice... Ask a nearby tree.
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Oh iOS, dreary titan of technology! An SOS, hidden in secret typology! Oh woe is me, tragic symphonic melancholy If heaven had eyes, and hell had ears Heaven would see, and hell would hear The discordant storm, the miasma of tears The screen is blank, my heart is dead Error! Error! The bleak message read Death marches slow, overlord of dread Bright red head and monolith of Mac iSurrender, iGiveup, Iambeggining to crack Silent foot falls across the carpeted track The darkest song of the darkest day appleID.apple.com in the mindless gray Hark! Hark! Once more into the fray! March my brothers, to full lines and all! Some may die today but the victors stand tall! Monoliths of glory, providers of tech support call! iPod, iTunes, iCloud, iPhone, iPad iknowitall! Prices beyond reason, reset, restore and reinstall! Kings of iLog, rulers of this bleak blue ball Apple support for one! Apple support for all! Unless your outside your support eligibility! Sorry! Not my call!
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 11:28 PM UTC
DrakeBrayer
iOS iOweU
Oh iOS, dreary titan of technology! An SOS, hidden in secret typology! Oh woe is me, tragic symphonic melancholy If heaven had eyes, and hell had ears Heaven would see, and hell would hear The discordant storm, the miasma of tears The screen is blank, my heart is dead Error! Error! The bleak message read Death marches slow, overlord of dread Bright red head and monolith of Mac iSurrender, iGiveup, Iambeggining to crack Silent foot falls across the carpeted track The darkest song of the darkest day appleID.apple.com in the mindless gray Hark! Hark! Once more into the fray! March my brothers, to full lines and all! Some may die today but the victors stand tall! Monoliths of glory, providers of tech support call! iPod, iTunes, iCloud, iPhone, iPad iknowitall! Prices beyond reason, reset, restore and reinstall! Kings of iLog, rulers of this bleak blue ball Apple support for one! Apple support for all! Unless your outside your support eligibility! Sorry! Not my call!
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You feel the thunder in my life in the body of my world you look at my forehead at my mind you sigh at all the overwhelming pressure information, words you shake your brain, oh those Americans you look at it like shelves, each person a library you shut the door and say it's dramatic you know. And the things you tell yourselves to push; the quotes all the mouths that quoted the first time said what good words but they're not just for your ears you know you're a whole being, 80% of your 'body' is below your head like holistic health providers say, it's not the North where we should go, East West and South are the everywhere here Remember your hands like your grandparents' cooking souls Remember your feet like your grandparents dancing souls in the 20s, even Catholics (it's true) Remember the beat, the peaceful instrumental song without a black sea of letters on white, but a sea of movement, feet on a white kitchen floor Instead of washing your soul in more words the scribbles were by a full hand, dropping it across an entire shoreline, more water for the ocean if you could only write in 96-point font, like in an ant's eyes, what could the poor swallow we write with one of our hands, the tip of a pen a rocketing thing, and I just want an angel to cry on me Remember Remember like your grandparents whose parents' words or Bible were seperate from a flat flat piece of paper Hold it, a round thing, that goes in your mind, tangible and sweet forget that your stomach fills like a penny jar, a mistake sell the wisdom and buy everything a pair of blue jeans with 2 pockets so that you do not fill with pennies, so many words that lose meaning and then when you sell everything to buy wisdom, your eyes will not be so eager and wide and you will not be lost in the fortune of quantity
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Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 7:46 PM UTC
chelsea-palmer-1
mistake of the stomach
You feel the thunder in my life in the body of my world you look at my forehead at my mind you sigh at all the overwhelming pressure information, words you shake your brain, oh those Americans you look at it like shelves, each person a library you shut the door and say it's dramatic you know. And the things you tell yourselves to push; the quotes all the mouths that quoted the first time said what good words but they're not just for your ears you know you're a whole being, 80% of your 'body' is below your head like holistic health providers say, it's not the North where we should go, East West and South are the everywhere here Remember your hands like your grandparents' cooking souls Remember your feet like your grandparents dancing souls in the 20s, even Catholics (it's true) Remember the beat, the peaceful instrumental song without a black sea of letters on white, but a sea of movement, feet on a white kitchen floor Instead of washing your soul in more words the scribbles were by a full hand, dropping it across an entire shoreline, more water for the ocean if you could only write in 96-point font, like in an ant's eyes, what could the poor swallow we write with one of our hands, the tip of a pen a rocketing thing, and I just want an angel to cry on me Remember Remember like your grandparents whose parents' words or Bible were seperate from a flat flat piece of paper Hold it, a round thing, that goes in your mind, tangible and sweet forget that your stomach fills like a penny jar, a mistake sell the wisdom and buy everything a pair of blue jeans with 2 pockets so that you do not fill with pennies, so many words that lose meaning and then when you sell everything to buy wisdom, your eyes will not be so eager and wide and you will not be lost in the fortune of quantity
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You’re a 3AM Wake up call With another sob story About the latest boy Who pumped you Then dumped you And left you In a sweaty lonely pile Upon another Empty bed And you cry Baby girl tears All over my phone And you wonder why handsome Boys With shining white teeth With full heads of curly black hair With six-pack stomachs And tight muscular Rear ends Can not be more like Mature Older Men “Just like you,” Baby girl says “Just like you.” And you cry Baby girl tears All over my phone And you wonder why reckless Boys Who party all night Who down countless ***** shots Who shout “muthafukka,” “dude,” ****** And other raucous Victory chants Can not be more like Mature Older Men “Just like you,” Baby girl says “Just like you.” You want me to empathize You want me to criticize The nasty boys Who took you for another Cruel and pointless ride You want me to father you In a way he never did But I’m sorry Baby girl I’m sorry I can’t Because I admire and envy those Boys In the prime of their life Not yet defeated Not yet haunted Not yet beaten By the disappointments that Await They are a national treasure A precious resource From the exuberant crude shouts of Irrational wild boys Come the builders of shelter The providers of sustenance The conquerors of enemies The explorers of frontiers From the exuberant crude shouts of Irrational boys Come the daring adventurers The first one into the burning house The last one out of the burning house The one still standing when everybody else Fled From the insatiable ***** of such Irrational wild boys Come the fierce wild girls Who dance insanely upon tables Who run naked through the streets Who make love without limits In open fields Upon damp grass All through the night From the insatiable loins of such Irrational wild boys Come the fierce wild girls Who cat-fight for their lover Who **** for their children Who wail passionately for their dead From such boys Baby girl From such boys You were born into the world My crazy baby girl You were born into the world Like father, like daughter And if I could be that young wild boy Again The one that you hate And love In such a maniacal way It would be an honor to be with you An honor to hold you An honor to love you Until my dying day.
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May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 6:04 AM UTC
catman-cohen
My 3AM Wake Up Call
You’re a 3AM Wake up call With another sob story About the latest boy Who pumped you Then dumped you And left you In a sweaty lonely pile Upon another Empty bed And you cry Baby girl tears All over my phone And you wonder why handsome Boys With shining white teeth With full heads of curly black hair With six-pack stomachs And tight muscular Rear ends Can not be more like Mature Older Men “Just like you,” Baby girl says “Just like you.” And you cry Baby girl tears All over my phone And you wonder why reckless Boys Who party all night Who down countless ***** shots Who shout “muthafukka,” “dude,” ****** And other raucous Victory chants Can not be more like Mature Older Men “Just like you,” Baby girl says “Just like you.” You want me to empathize You want me to criticize The nasty boys Who took you for another Cruel and pointless ride You want me to father you In a way he never did But I’m sorry Baby girl I’m sorry I can’t Because I admire and envy those Boys In the prime of their life Not yet defeated Not yet haunted Not yet beaten By the disappointments that Await They are a national treasure A precious resource From the exuberant crude shouts of Irrational wild boys Come the builders of shelter The providers of sustenance The conquerors of enemies The explorers of frontiers From the exuberant crude shouts of Irrational boys Come the daring adventurers The first one into the burning house The last one out of the burning house The one still standing when everybody else Fled From the insatiable ***** of such Irrational wild boys Come the fierce wild girls Who dance insanely upon tables Who run naked through the streets Who make love without limits In open fields Upon damp grass All through the night From the insatiable loins of such Irrational wild boys Come the fierce wild girls Who cat-fight for their lover Who **** for their children Who wail passionately for their dead From such boys Baby girl From such boys You were born into the world My crazy baby girl You were born into the world Like father, like daughter And if I could be that young wild boy Again The one that you hate And love In such a maniacal way It would be an honor to be with you An honor to hold you An honor to love you Until my dying day.
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i'll just let the words fall out of my fingertips i can't believe that baby. and me, silly therese would give anything to trade places and raise him right i read somewhere on the internet (so who knows how true this will prove) they are planning to add fertility control agents to our water supply just going to poison us all, it's no big deal i can't help but wonder what the **** these up- standing americans are thinking                                                               we ****** 3,000 babies a day last year, alone those "providers of the alternative" (an alternative which soon will be mandatory- providers of communist limitations) made one billion dollars in revenue and here i am, living off of cereal with a side of they-must-feel-bad-for-us food thanksgiving left overs we are guinea pigs i feel sometimes there is no one looking out for us "the number of children a woman wishes to have is up to her with no interference from the gov'ment" dear mr president said that, (well, something along those lines i've never been very good at verbatim) then he put sterilizers in the reservoirs coercion i'm going to bring a child into this world some day and the government won't know he exists although i'm sure that by then we won't have a government we will be in chaos and unsure not no one looking after us
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Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 6:08 AM UTC
Rose-mary
how about a baby for president?
i'll just let the words fall out of my fingertips i can't believe that baby. and me, silly therese would give anything to trade places and raise him right i read somewhere on the internet (so who knows how true this will prove) they are planning to add fertility control agents to our water supply just going to poison us all, it's no big deal i can't help but wonder what the **** these up- standing americans are thinking                                                               we ****** 3,000 babies a day last year, alone those "providers of the alternative" (an alternative which soon will be mandatory- providers of communist limitations) made one billion dollars in revenue and here i am, living off of cereal with a side of they-must-feel-bad-for-us food thanksgiving left overs we are guinea pigs i feel sometimes there is no one looking out for us "the number of children a woman wishes to have is up to her with no interference from the gov'ment" dear mr president said that, (well, something along those lines i've never been very good at verbatim) then he put sterilizers in the reservoirs coercion i'm going to bring a child into this world some day and the government won't know he exists although i'm sure that by then we won't have a government we will be in chaos and unsure not no one looking after us
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The LEADER – Leading the Best to the Top It’s not enough to be unique – we offer the greatest solution to the largest sector of innovative like-minded innovators. Our award-winning approach together with our exclusive synergy is premier among extensive leading providers. Brand innovation and collaboration will yield real-time growth in the fastest opening markets. We move product, we’re easy to use, dynamic, and data-driven over the edge into the yawning abyss of Gehenna, the Lake of Fire, where we will be tormented for eternity.
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Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 7:00 PM UTC
connecthook
Gaining the Data Edge
The LEADER – Leading the Best to the Top It’s not enough to be unique – we offer the greatest solution to the largest sector of innovative like-minded innovators. Our award-winning approach together with our exclusive synergy is premier among extensive leading providers. Brand innovation and collaboration will yield real-time growth in the fastest opening markets. We move product, we’re easy to use, dynamic, and data-driven over the edge into the yawning abyss of Gehenna, the Lake of Fire, where we will be tormented for eternity.
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SEO experts India is a reputed internet marketing and SEO service providing company. This company is known to have been incredibly successful in keeping their clients very satisfied and content with their high quality of service. This is an almost inconceivable feat in the ever evolving world of online technologies. They serve their clients with dedication and are able to increase the ranking of the company’s website on all the leading search engines, by constantly applying the latest optimization techniques. They help clients find the target audience by increasing the web traffic by using various white hat methods including authentic link building. By reading the seoexpertsindia.com review you will understand that although the company specializes in SEO services, they also offer other related services. Some of the other services they provide include social media optimization, which basically combines organic search with social media which can get you better results. They also provide online reputation management, Pay per click (PPC) campaign management, link building services, content writing services etc. Google is known to consider high quality links as one of the major factors when they rank websites. Content is also very important as this will make sure that the target audience gets a good idea of your products and services. Seoexpertsindia.com Review is made up of a good team of professionals who are all experts in their own field. They are known to use only ethical and transparent in all their dealings. They provide fully managed SEO services and are therefore one stop solution providers. Their quality of work speaks for itself and so do their contended clients.
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Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 2:10 AM UTC
alvin-parkti
SEOEXPERTS
SEO experts India is a reputed internet marketing and SEO service providing company. This company is known to have been incredibly successful in keeping their clients very satisfied and content with their high quality of service. This is an almost inconceivable feat in the ever evolving world of online technologies. They serve their clients with dedication and are able to increase the ranking of the company’s website on all the leading search engines, by constantly applying the latest optimization techniques. They help clients find the target audience by increasing the web traffic by using various white hat methods including authentic link building. By reading the seoexpertsindia.com review you will understand that although the company specializes in SEO services, they also offer other related services. Some of the other services they provide include social media optimization, which basically combines organic search with social media which can get you better results. They also provide online reputation management, Pay per click (PPC) campaign management, link building services, content writing services etc. Google is known to consider high quality links as one of the major factors when they rank websites. Content is also very important as this will make sure that the target audience gets a good idea of your products and services. Seoexpertsindia.com Review is made up of a good team of professionals who are all experts in their own field. They are known to use only ethical and transparent in all their dealings. They provide fully managed SEO services and are therefore one stop solution providers. Their quality of work speaks for itself and so do their contended clients.
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I close my eyes and they appear With sudden screams of empty fear There's not much left, but what remains Are fragments of the broken chains. And though they hold no real power As they can not make still the hour And all of them don't create ME They guide me to infinity. There's one I keep to help me grow It is the one that makes me glow He's writing to you as we speak It always brings me to our peak. The other one I keep for others The hunters, providers, the fathers The ones that need a goal to live Lost, they have only gold to give. The third and final one of all The one that embraces my soul It is not glowing and not guiding But it lures my heart from hiding. So there are three, as it's supposed And each and every is a ghost Sometimes I rise to watch them play Or argue, or just plain delay... As each and every is a speck And as I descend, they come back To finish off, here is a quiz: Who is the spot following wiz?
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
manea-radu
Spots
I close my eyes and they appear With sudden screams of empty fear There's not much left, but what remains Are fragments of the broken chains. And though they hold no real power As they can not make still the hour And all of them don't create ME They guide me to infinity. There's one I keep to help me grow It is the one that makes me glow He's writing to you as we speak It always brings me to our peak. The other one I keep for others The hunters, providers, the fathers The ones that need a goal to live Lost, they have only gold to give. The third and final one of all The one that embraces my soul It is not glowing and not guiding But it lures my heart from hiding. So there are three, as it's supposed And each and every is a ghost Sometimes I rise to watch them play Or argue, or just plain delay... As each and every is a speck And as I descend, they come back To finish off, here is a quiz: Who is the spot following wiz?
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I take my seat upon the couch and hit the power buttons. Blue-hued light washes over me in beautiful cascading ignorance. I mindlessly flip through channels, briefly stopping to look at cars. And cheeseburgers. And movies. And Bowflex. And lawyers. And jewelry. And petfood. And starving african children. And starving animals. And cellphones. And service providers. And medications. And disorders. And maladys. And sales. And beautiful people modeling clothing I will never wear. And stores I won't ever shop at. And lives I'll never live, only dream of. Because commercials are now more entertaining and more relatable than the shows between them.
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 8:25 PM UTC
Listerineyedrops
Televisionary
I take my seat upon the couch and hit the power buttons. Blue-hued light washes over me in beautiful cascading ignorance. I mindlessly flip through channels, briefly stopping to look at cars. And cheeseburgers. And movies. And Bowflex. And lawyers. And jewelry. And petfood. And starving african children. And starving animals. And cellphones. And service providers. And medications. And disorders. And maladys. And sales. And beautiful people modeling clothing I will never wear. And stores I won't ever shop at. And lives I'll never live, only dream of. Because commercials are now more entertaining and more relatable than the shows between them.
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Lord, on this holy day in which we celebrate Good Shepherd Sunday, we reflect on your love and guidance for your people as the Good Shepherd. You call us each by name and your sheep know your voice and follow you. There is so much noise in this world that distracts us and pulls our attention away from you and your loving word. Lead and guide us and keep us safe from harm. When we are lost and we stray, you bring us back to be with you again. We are a community; a living body united by you. There is strength and safety in numbers. On Good Shepherd Sunday, we pray for our clergy and especially our priests that they would be good leaders, protectors, and providers for their flocks. We pray that you give them strength, courage, and wisdom to do what is necessary. We pray for their safety and peace for, without their good guidance and council, we would be lost. Thank you Lord for giving us our Shepherds and I pray that we thank and recognize them for their leadership. Help each of us look to you, Lord Jesus, as the model and example as we try to follow what it means to be Good Shepherds for those around us. In this regard, we pray also for those in positions of authority and power that you would put good influences in their lives to help them choose the best good. Jesus, you are the Shepherd of our minds, hearts, souls and lives. Thank you! Amen
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Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 5:55 PM UTC
showyoulove
Prayer For Our Shepherds
Lord, on this holy day in which we celebrate Good Shepherd Sunday, we reflect on your love and guidance for your people as the Good Shepherd. You call us each by name and your sheep know your voice and follow you. There is so much noise in this world that distracts us and pulls our attention away from you and your loving word. Lead and guide us and keep us safe from harm. When we are lost and we stray, you bring us back to be with you again. We are a community; a living body united by you. There is strength and safety in numbers. On Good Shepherd Sunday, we pray for our clergy and especially our priests that they would be good leaders, protectors, and providers for their flocks. We pray that you give them strength, courage, and wisdom to do what is necessary. We pray for their safety and peace for, without their good guidance and council, we would be lost. Thank you Lord for giving us our Shepherds and I pray that we thank and recognize them for their leadership. Help each of us look to you, Lord Jesus, as the model and example as we try to follow what it means to be Good Shepherds for those around us. In this regard, we pray also for those in positions of authority and power that you would put good influences in their lives to help them choose the best good. Jesus, you are the Shepherd of our minds, hearts, souls and lives. Thank you! Amen
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A purple and gold wildcat appears spewing toxic spittle in an anger formed growl, yet carrying sweet souls to enlightenment and dreams of knowledge and wisdom. Loading and laughing, unaware their transporter has schemes of entrapment and scourge; tho’ displacement maneuvers the terror and supposition replaces uncertainty. Where is the lioness to manage the pride, on their own in an unending expanse of brick and asphalt savanna? Home, secure in the evolution of time, knowing in parental intuition that cubs will find food; that universal bestowment slakes a wandering thirst. Surrogate providers fill their souls with care and culture, edifice and education; creating new and unimagined expanses with layers of fleece and grooming. There is a prowl although harmless in subjugation to a delightful dance; tamed by civilized possibilities and invincible bloodline caution. The young lioness realizes a newfound equality in the face of self-important rights of passage; patiently waiting, hunting with her cooperative sisters and feeding manes of observance. Feline grace becomes the royal presence necessary to trust a new way, to forge an uncharted territory filled with tradition. New cubs become armed with embellished string theory and a profound sense of purpose, guided by decisions of chance and courage. Brave, the lioness! Brave the keeper of the cubs, together nurturing innate inference without forethought. Arrive and be still.
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Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 9:22 AM UTC
tmonjar
Pride
A purple and gold wildcat appears spewing toxic spittle in an anger formed growl, yet carrying sweet souls to enlightenment and dreams of knowledge and wisdom. Loading and laughing, unaware their transporter has schemes of entrapment and scourge; tho’ displacement maneuvers the terror and supposition replaces uncertainty. Where is the lioness to manage the pride, on their own in an unending expanse of brick and asphalt savanna? Home, secure in the evolution of time, knowing in parental intuition that cubs will find food; that universal bestowment slakes a wandering thirst. Surrogate providers fill their souls with care and culture, edifice and education; creating new and unimagined expanses with layers of fleece and grooming. There is a prowl although harmless in subjugation to a delightful dance; tamed by civilized possibilities and invincible bloodline caution. The young lioness realizes a newfound equality in the face of self-important rights of passage; patiently waiting, hunting with her cooperative sisters and feeding manes of observance. Feline grace becomes the royal presence necessary to trust a new way, to forge an uncharted territory filled with tradition. New cubs become armed with embellished string theory and a profound sense of purpose, guided by decisions of chance and courage. Brave, the lioness! Brave the keeper of the cubs, together nurturing innate inference without forethought. Arrive and be still.
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We are alone here in the company of life, where the skies all fill with water, drench our aching bones to nourish greener pastures. We are alone here in the company of light, where providers stroke our shaking hearts, relaxing roots around our father's holy limbs. We are alone here in the company of song, where pure breathing hum in chorus to forget our concrete legacy. We are not wanted here— the last of us in the company of peace, where avenging beauty dances as the rightful heir regains her throne and we remain alone.
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Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC
price_poetics
Succession
We are alone here in the company of life, where the skies all fill with water, drench our aching bones to nourish greener pastures. We are alone here in the company of light, where providers stroke our shaking hearts, relaxing roots around our father's holy limbs. We are alone here in the company of song, where pure breathing hum in chorus to forget our concrete legacy. We are not wanted here— the last of us in the company of peace, where avenging beauty dances as the rightful heir regains her throne and we remain alone.
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