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Just a dew drop, let alone the sea, and a handful of earth, not the Planet Ge. Not a shade of blue, save the rose for bee Purely a clear drop didn’t spill in the core, because the whole sphere feels the pinch. Singing chorus rains down, bouncing back to earth the only open-through planet. No black hole is as deep as the sun jumps, dives in the dew on every flower they wet. Every bird in the trees sings and tweets, yet one is stone quiet, shouldn’t even hiss. Shh! shh, the sleeping beauty is sleeping! Cut above the rest, the unique earth brimming with the infinite finishing line by design pans out to the transcended pi. Pure spring, the waterfront by the Moon, untouched, unspoiled is her swimming pool. How she goes by, wetting her ****** toe Only to bubble high up the transcended circle If only the sun could rise high in that pole, for the rest of species could sneak a peek. She’s there with the capstone of the pyramid! Shots beyond the fixed circle, netting the eyeballs. The stars, the Moon on the move for pure freedom. The thrilled earth did come out, smelling of roses Off the golden cut pi-decimal-abyss digital spring. With a handful of earth and a drop of water dew This is a pure mirroring thanks to the original, you! At the end of the string apt you lovely took her by hand and she took it in emptying her heart and soul. Earth is now too thin on stock, she is no more Just a shadow, a 360-degree hollow flute! Oh light at the end of the tunnel shine and show Play in like in the Night of Ascension once more!
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Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 8:59 PM UTC
Rose From The Pi Digital Spring
Just a dew drop, let alone the sea, and a handful of earth, not the Planet Ge. Not a shade of blue, save the rose for bee Purely a clear drop didn’t spill in the core, because the whole sphere feels the pinch. Singing chorus rains down, bouncing back to earth the only open-through planet. No black hole is as deep as the sun jumps, dives in the dew on every flower they wet. Every bird in the trees sings and tweets, yet one is stone quiet, shouldn’t even hiss. Shh! shh, the sleeping beauty is sleeping! Cut above the rest, the unique earth brimming with the infinite finishing line by design pans out to the transcended pi. Pure spring, the waterfront by the Moon, untouched, unspoiled is her swimming pool. How she goes by, wetting her ****** toe Only to bubble high up the transcended circle If only the sun could rise high in that pole, for the rest of species could sneak a peek. She’s there with the capstone of the pyramid! Shots beyond the fixed circle, netting the eyeballs. The stars, the Moon on the move for pure freedom. The thrilled earth did come out, smelling of roses Off the golden cut pi-decimal-abyss digital spring. With a handful of earth and a drop of water dew This is a pure mirroring thanks to the original, you! At the end of the string apt you lovely took her by hand and she took it in emptying her heart and soul. Earth is now too thin on stock, she is no more Just a shadow, a 360-degree hollow flute! Oh light at the end of the tunnel shine and show Play in like in the Night of Ascension once more!
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Rise and shine, first thing in the morning walking past the mirror. Avoiding its reflection, not wanting to see its reflective picture. Kneeling in the shower, hands pressed tightly to her ribs.   Who is this frightened child?  Does she even exist?   She took a step back from the world, no one knew she was alive.   Now she’s grasping at her life, just trying to survive. A tainted childhood in shame now fragile bones from self abuse, don’t blame her though, she was only a child confused.   How did this happen?  When did this begin?   She seemed so happy, or was that all pretend?   She had started at 130, or so, but felt as if she had lost control. What happened to this dear sweet innocent child?   Her idea of beauty and perfection had driven her wild. Minus 25 later she was so close.   Almost 100 without any clothes.   No one would touch her, they thought she would break.   She told herself she was content with that trade. I was 18. ~ I’m much better now in my adult discipline eating healthy 3 meals a day purely for consumption.   Yesterday, I skipped dinner in lieu of drinking wine. Today at noon, hovering over my breakfast, I resign Some days I struggle. Some days I am not fine. But ... I will eat my breakfast, lunch and dinner. And paint my pretty pictures.
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Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 2:01 PM UTC
Eat, Drink and Paint
Confidence feels scarce sometimes. Most times. But over the years, I can tell that I've grown. So thank you. Thank you to the boy, Who in eighth grade Told me that my smile was beautiful. Before that whenever I smiled, Or even laughed, I'd cover my mouth, Or I'd hide my face. But he asked me why. I told him plainly I didn't like my smile, But he told me it was beautiful. Thank you to the girl Who just last year Told me my nose was unique and elegant, Like sculpted marble. My nose is, and always has been large, But ever since, I've been able to hold myself with poise, At the mention of my nose. Somewhat proud of its size. Thank you to my friend, Who told me last summer, That my haircut was cute when it was down. I had cut my hair impulsively, It was shorter than it'd been in years. I always wore it up, I thought I looked dumb down. But she told me my hair looked great on me. I wore it down that night, My friends complimented the look, I've been able to notice the beauty in it since. I have been built up by compliments. I can see my own beauty easier now. Selflove isn't always summoned purely internally, Sometimes it takes a little help. So thank you, Thank you all so much.
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Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 9:08 PM UTC
Confidence
Zero is enduring zero is deathless. Nothing is up to it none can mirror it though forever it's an open case. The eyes are yet to see an open face! Because like it's nothing is in perfect shape purely a perfect circle! Nothing matches it as like Fathima is none else! Ever more sprawling pi decimals never go unnoticed propelling to the end surge before her. Before the original one Fathima is yet to be mirrored. All the planets turn circular before the unseen perfect circle. Fathima nails it snapped it up circled it with her hair! Before the furthest sighted eyes, the dot at the earth's centre at its pool of primitive water. Fathima embeds in a loop of her hair thus supercharges the water! It finds the cut, the golden ratio, constant continuity in her hair's inner flow. And the Big Bang happened there, their breakthrough! The potential worlds to be from the first drop of water she gets them all buzzed out. From down the rock bottom, from the zero null Fathima finds and raises the sun! Nothing is comparable to it on the ground nor up on the high, we only see the fire of a heavenly phenomenon is beyond the sight!
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Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 12:06 AM UTC
Zero is Deathless
With a heavy sigh, I go to bed at night, laying down to finally rest, Just to awake in my personal heaven, a realm of sweetness and bliss, Flowers of all kinds, trees with angel trumpets bound to golden chain, As the lilies are touched by a soft breeze, giving off their nice scent, I spirit away to purely engage and sympathize with other but pure fury or the sadness which has been sealed within my heart since then, Snowdrops and buttercups form a way to a single jasmine near a river of the purest water, which is alike a shining star, majesticly sparkling, The sky is starlit, each in their orbit whilst the golden light of the sun still reaches through, warming my cold skin comfortingly, delicately, Taking a seat I glance at what the table has presented before my eyes, Sweets, with sour yet aromatised orange juice anda large cheesecake, Then, suddenly, a single seagull draws near, weeping for affection, Together with bunnies and bumblebees buzzing around the flowers, Even now all the hummingbirds harmonise in a soft orchestra, And no frightened creature cries, they draw together in happiness, Yet I feel the absence of something which I hold very dear to me, Because you my dear lover, remain as my sweetest dream ~ Umi
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Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 3:16 PM UTC
A Dreamworld
It seems I was born with a flawed mind and an inferior anatomy. I was raised to be a daisy soft and dainty abandoned in the polar air to be protected by the starving dirt that pins us to the earth. Now I wait to be tossed fertilizer …every once and a while. In the meantime my innocent petals are plucked and my stem grows grungy. I watch horrified. Flowers being ripped from their roots purely out of admiration for their beauty sacrificing the vibrant life that once painted its scales. I am forced to grasp tightly onto soil that will never be stable.
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Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 9:44 PM UTC
Corruption
and what were roses. Perfume?for i do forget…or mere Music mounting unsurely twilight but here were something more maturely childish,more beautiful almost than you. Yet if not flower,tell me softly who be these haunters of dreams always demurely halfsmiling from cool faces,moving purely with muted steps,yet somewhat proudly too— are they not ladies,ladies of my dreams justly touching roses their fingers whitely live by? or better, queens,queens laughing lightly crowned with far colors, thinking very much of nothing and whom dawn loves most to touch wishing by willows,bending upon streams?
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And What Were Roses. Perfume?For I Do
I may not do things traditionally But I'll get them done eventually If they're the things that are right for me I'll be okay and set myself free. In this life of turbulent strife pitted and ripe with rotten tripe a sunlight bright pains my sight but your soothing ice cools my vice The aid you paid is not ready made it gives me hope I'm not just a dope your love is more than a pity rope, slivered and raw it gives me splinters But luckily i'm in for a treat more than a friend sent to mend oh yes, you're more, my candy store settle my sweet tooth you randy ***** unwrap the rainbow you insane ***** ride the rhythm of my *** prism a rod shaped crystal built like a missile cocked locked and loaded it cant miss-ya. explodin' and remoldin' the fabric of time an infinite blanket wraps us entwined in a frantic romantic purely satanic ritual of reality, the utmost sensuality.
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Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 11:51 AM UTC
Raunchy Surprise
close your eyes… let your light lids become heavy like falling asleep in a bed of soft dreams. quiet your mind with a deep inhale.... breathe with me, and hold for a simple moment cleanse your mind with a firm exhale. Focus purely on your breath. Breathe with me. (take three sets of deep breaths) imagine no thoughts that bother you ignore the noise that follows your foot steps, the little buzzes of every day, like fruit flies orbiting succulent peaches let the noise fly away like those flies, far away Let go of those days where you find yourself worried… there is nothing to hold onto that worries you. you are a strong, magnificent, worry free energy, clean and sparkling. Relax, Envision your mind as a porcelain sink, and the drain in the center pulls all the noise away, until there is nothingness, emptiness. let the darkness behind your eyelids engulf you... it is warm, it is inviting, it is loving in this darkness... there is light. See and feel this ball of radiant light ripping through the black that tickles your skin like pins and needles the most beautiful light you’ve ever seen... be humble... this is your love manifested into an image that presents itself to you to show you all the love that your heart holds it beats into your blood, your veins, your energy, every inch of your physical, your mental, your soul... feel that smooooth, delicate love swim through every morsel of your being, it gives us light... it gives us life. ... Create an intention… what do you want most? Or perhaps, what do you want to give? What do you… as nobody else but yourself… want to embody? (take a few moments to gather and intention) take a deep inhale... (inhale) upon exhaling, release this intention into the universe... everything you give will come back. Let this intention become an extension of yourself this is you, and you are this. Now this part of you, the gentle intention, is part of the universe. and you… are part of the universe. thank the cosmos for caring about your mind, body, and spirit, and giving you this galactic love as you release yours, and the cycle continues on and on... feel the warmth of love kiss you tenderly, let it swallow you and hold you tightly, like a cosmic mother. you’re an infant again... in the arms of something divine, feeling pure bliss, like happiness is the only emotion that exists. happiness becomes organic, it is the ultimate source of life... happiness becomes the light, and combines itself with love, making the most beautiful offspring of purity and salvation. Inhale.... Exhale.... you are new, you are love let it run like a tranquil river from every one of your pours hear the liquid love follow the current of your mind’s creek.. hold your intention in your heart, and let it radiate let yourself be light let yourself be love. inhale... exhale... © 2016 D.M.V
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Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 3:40 PM UTC
Anahata Meditation (Heart Chakra)
close your eyes… let your light lids become heavy like falling asleep in a bed of soft dreams. quiet your mind with a deep inhale.... breathe with me, and hold for a simple moment cleanse your mind with a firm exhale. Focus purely on your breath. Breathe with me. (take three sets of deep breaths) imagine no thoughts that bother you ignore the noise that follows your foot steps, the little buzzes of every day, like fruit flies orbiting succulent peaches let the noise fly away like those flies, far away Let go of those days where you find yourself worried… there is nothing to hold onto that worries you. you are a strong, magnificent, worry free energy, clean and sparkling. Relax, Envision your mind as a porcelain sink, and the drain in the center pulls all the noise away, until there is nothingness, emptiness. let the darkness behind your eyelids engulf you... it is warm, it is inviting, it is loving in this darkness... there is light. See and feel this ball of radiant light ripping through the black that tickles your skin like pins and needles the most beautiful light you’ve ever seen... be humble... this is your love manifested into an image that presents itself to you to show you all the love that your heart holds it beats into your blood, your veins, your energy, every inch of your physical, your mental, your soul... feel that smooooth, delicate love swim through every morsel of your being, it gives us light... it gives us life. ... Create an intention… what do you want most? Or perhaps, what do you want to give? What do you… as nobody else but yourself… want to embody? (take a few moments to gather and intention) take a deep inhale... (inhale) upon exhaling, release this intention into the universe... everything you give will come back. Let this intention become an extension of yourself this is you, and you are this. Now this part of you, the gentle intention, is part of the universe. and you… are part of the universe. thank the cosmos for caring about your mind, body, and spirit, and giving you this galactic love as you release yours, and the cycle continues on and on... feel the warmth of love kiss you tenderly, let it swallow you and hold you tightly, like a cosmic mother. you’re an infant again... in the arms of something divine, feeling pure bliss, like happiness is the only emotion that exists. happiness becomes organic, it is the ultimate source of life... happiness becomes the light, and combines itself with love, making the most beautiful offspring of purity and salvation. Inhale.... Exhale.... you are new, you are love let it run like a tranquil river from every one of your pours hear the liquid love follow the current of your mind’s creek.. hold your intention in your heart, and let it radiate let yourself be light let yourself be love. inhale... exhale... © 2016 D.M.V
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In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed— But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted. Ah! what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast On things around him with a ray Turned back upon the past? That holy dream—that holy dream, While all the world were chiding, Hath cheered me as a lovely beam, A lonely spirit guiding. What though that light, thro’ storm and night, So trembled from afar— What could there be more purely bright In Truth’s day star?
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A Dream
The name Theodore has its Greek anthropologies, Jewish anthropologies and also Germany anthropologies. The Greek anthropological perspective of The name Theodore indeed has something to do with the gods.However, the Greek way of looking at life was a frustrated thinking.To them everything was a god. They had  a plethora of gods; utopia,cacotopia, Thespis, muse, clio, calypso, and Theodore was a half a god like Gabriel who impregnanted Mary on behalf of God as Joseph the cuckold carpenter patiently looked musing the ballad of a cuckold peasant . So Theodore and Gabriel were godsend.I  have not delved to know what it means among the Jews, But am aware of the the cultural and anthropological surroundings of the name Theodore in Germany . It is a name of a male person  signifying extra-masculine behavior. I also write poetry in Deutsch, so i know  substantial cultural values of the people of Germany.  Like in this case the modern  social  naming systems . I am aware of the anthropology of this Deutsch nomenclatural position.Why would link this name to Greeks but not Germany may due to  some silent social and emotional  disposition in Europe  that the  English speaking Europeans have a soft spot for  the Greek culture.While at the same time they become victims of high adrenaline level when exposed to anything Germany. they always get repulsed when the word Germany is mentioned.So one's  thesis on nomenclatural values of the name Theodore depends on which side of European  consciousness one is found; is it Germany friendly consciousness or Germany threatened consciousness? The dystopic component of the name Theodore is purely cacotopic with zero element of utopia , as extra-masculinity is a swine of  engendered civilization  all the times. Yours Alexander  k  Opicho NB/ i kindly  invite Theodore to come to  Kenya so that we do a joint research on the Swahili perspectives of the name Theodore, in Kiswahili the name Theodore  is subverted to bwana tadayo
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Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 10:57 AM UTC
poetic dystopia and the name theodore
The name Theodore has its Greek anthropologies, Jewish anthropologies and also Germany anthropologies. The Greek anthropological perspective of The name Theodore indeed has something to do with the gods.However, the Greek way of looking at life was a frustrated thinking.To them everything was a god. They had  a plethora of gods; utopia,cacotopia, Thespis, muse, clio, calypso, and Theodore was a half a god like Gabriel who impregnanted Mary on behalf of God as Joseph the cuckold carpenter patiently looked musing the ballad of a cuckold peasant . So Theodore and Gabriel were godsend.I  have not delved to know what it means among the Jews, But am aware of the the cultural and anthropological surroundings of the name Theodore in Germany . It is a name of a male person  signifying extra-masculine behavior. I also write poetry in Deutsch, so i know  substantial cultural values of the people of Germany.  Like in this case the modern  social  naming systems . I am aware of the anthropology of this Deutsch nomenclatural position.Why would link this name to Greeks but not Germany may due to  some silent social and emotional  disposition in Europe  that the  English speaking Europeans have a soft spot for  the Greek culture.While at the same time they become victims of high adrenaline level when exposed to anything Germany. they always get repulsed when the word Germany is mentioned.So one's  thesis on nomenclatural values of the name Theodore depends on which side of European  consciousness one is found; is it Germany friendly consciousness or Germany threatened consciousness? The dystopic component of the name Theodore is purely cacotopic with zero element of utopia , as extra-masculinity is a swine of  engendered civilization  all the times. Yours Alexander  k  Opicho NB/ i kindly  invite Theodore to come to  Kenya so that we do a joint research on the Swahili perspectives of the name Theodore, in Kiswahili the name Theodore  is subverted to bwana tadayo
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The existence of us lied purely on conditional probability The probability that event A will happen with the knowledge that event B has already happened And if you asked me why I kissed you I would tell you I liked when our probability was me over you With your hands laying tangent to my curves I kissed you as much as I wanted and as much as I could If you asked me why I kissed you goodbye Even though you were not mine It was because time is only ever ticking away And if I run out of time I can’t kiss you The probability of you calling me beautiful was a 0.25 on the qualitative spectrum Unlikely. But you did and your voice sounded like honey sticking to the heartstrings in my chest, filling in the cracks, it was sweet Our probability quickly shifted from me over you to 1 over 6 very likely to unlikely and the conditional probability of you leaving seemed to take over any set equation I saw the curve in your lips decay faster day by day The eyes that I tried so hard to catch mine Don’t even make the effort to look in my direction And the honey you left in my chest turned sickly And it’s been there so long I think I’m attracting bees I lay my hands flat on your chest and I am touching you because I can’t help it because time is only ever ticking away And I’m crying Why am I crying? The memories are rushing back Your hand on my thigh in that blue dress Your arm around me in the parking lot I remember it was warm and you were talking to my mother You always had the charm to make me dance and that night I felt you in my bones 50/50 I thought we were 50/50 Now I’ve always preferred chemistry And we felt like a combustion formula But we were just probability and statistics And I’ve always hated math
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Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 10:44 AM UTC
Probability and Statistics
The existence of us lied purely on conditional probability The probability that event A will happen with the knowledge that event B has already happened And if you asked me why I kissed you I would tell you I liked when our probability was me over you With your hands laying tangent to my curves I kissed you as much as I wanted and as much as I could If you asked me why I kissed you goodbye Even though you were not mine It was because time is only ever ticking away And if I run out of time I can’t kiss you The probability of you calling me beautiful was a 0.25 on the qualitative spectrum Unlikely. But you did and your voice sounded like honey sticking to the heartstrings in my chest, filling in the cracks, it was sweet Our probability quickly shifted from me over you to 1 over 6 very likely to unlikely and the conditional probability of you leaving seemed to take over any set equation I saw the curve in your lips decay faster day by day The eyes that I tried so hard to catch mine Don’t even make the effort to look in my direction And the honey you left in my chest turned sickly And it’s been there so long I think I’m attracting bees I lay my hands flat on your chest and I am touching you because I can’t help it because time is only ever ticking away And I’m crying Why am I crying? The memories are rushing back Your hand on my thigh in that blue dress Your arm around me in the parking lot I remember it was warm and you were talking to my mother You always had the charm to make me dance and that night I felt you in my bones 50/50 I thought we were 50/50 Now I’ve always preferred chemistry And we felt like a combustion formula But we were just probability and statistics And I’ve always hated math
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I love her. No not ******** worldly, But softly, purely , celestially. Obsessively? Not necessarily, just completely, selfishly and I'm sorry. I love her unconditionally, some say unconventionally. But they don't understand me. Yes...I love her. Most spiritually, asexually, platonically and wholly. I love her, truly, honestly, musically and poetically... She doesn't have to love me.
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Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 9:07 AM UTC
With everything i am
I Was In Darkness Suffering With Pain When You Came Into My Life With A Ray Of Which Is Meant To Shine I Couldn't Believe My Eyes And What I Was Feeling So I Kept On Asking Myself 'Are You Sure You Are Not Dreaming? ' I Was So Happy To See Things Turn Around But There Raised A Situation Where I Had To Stand My Ground You Might Feel It Was Intentional But Believe Me It Was Purely Circumstantial I Wish You Were Here To See What You Are To Me But Then Again I Can't Just Make You See I Wish You Realize How Much You Are To Me But Then Again I Can't Just Make You Notice All These Might Be A Just A Couple Of Words To You But It Is My Heart Which Is Pouring Out Here All This Might Be Just A Drama To You But This Is My Life That Is On Line Here I Really Don't Know How To Make You Understand When You Are Strongly Fixed That I Will Never Understand But Still I'm Glad I've Fallen For You Because You Are The Best Thing That Happened To Me Nevertheless I Just Want To Let You Know By Saying This That You Are The Unexpected Love Which Swept Me Off My Feet! ! ! ! !
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Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 10:10 PM UTC
THE UNEXPECTED LOVE
Alexander of Macedonia this time won’t U-turn from the might Gangaridai. At the bubbling edge in the Indian subcontinent, one would dare, taking his last plunge, believing it here the proverbial Well of Life! Yet Al Khwarizmi will discover the algebra, drawing from ‘nothing,’ purely untouchable: The Zero from the Indian pole. Not a digit, not a number on its own, yet it’s all. Every number jumps up in the zero loophole! Then the whole number bows down into decimals, escalating the hunts of the 1.618 golden ratios. Plough through at your own pace for the uncharted water, for ab-e-hayath. Sip in a drop of elixir in this secured zone. Sylhet is in the core, is written in stone. What do these mean? I too wonder down the line, I was intrigued by the Arab and Indian tectonic plates’ slow dance. Both rolled out, hugging each other Then the Makkan soil lying at the heart of earth gets exposed, with Sylhet’s soil it pairs up! 360 Sufi dynamos, mathematically a perfect circle, find the match giving a perfect heads up laid on the nine yard show the whole box of wax, simply inking the vivo jump on the storylines. What’s under the tectonic-rug at the bottom of the earth? Shush softly, whisper—the heavens might hear it out! Hold on to the least bit, it could be all one wants. The earth, the ocean, all started with a drop of water! Let alone any well, which way did this original matter, the first, primeval drop of water stream down Has this alleyway been exposed here, or in Paradise? Then how can we say we don't have a secret for Paradise?
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Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 11:26 AM UTC
Alexander the Great own't U-turn
Alexander of Macedonia this time won’t U-turn from the might Gangaridai. At the bubbling edge in the Indian subcontinent, one would dare, taking his last plunge, believing it here the proverbial Well of Life! Yet Al Khwarizmi will discover the algebra, drawing from ‘nothing,’ purely untouchable: The Zero from the Indian pole. Not a digit, not a number on its own, yet it’s all. Every number jumps up in the zero loophole! Then the whole number bows down into decimals, escalating the hunts of the 1.618 golden ratios. Plough through at your own pace for the uncharted water, for ab-e-hayath. Sip in a drop of elixir in this secured zone. Sylhet is in the core, is written in stone. What do these mean? I too wonder down the line, I was intrigued by the Arab and Indian tectonic plates’ slow dance. Both rolled out, hugging each other Then the Makkan soil lying at the heart of earth gets exposed, with Sylhet’s soil it pairs up! 360 Sufi dynamos, mathematically a perfect circle, find the match giving a perfect heads up laid on the nine yard show the whole box of wax, simply inking the vivo jump on the storylines. What’s under the tectonic-rug at the bottom of the earth? Shush softly, whisper—the heavens might hear it out! Hold on to the least bit, it could be all one wants. The earth, the ocean, all started with a drop of water! Let alone any well, which way did this original matter, the first, primeval drop of water stream down Has this alleyway been exposed here, or in Paradise? Then how can we say we don't have a secret for Paradise?
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Now let us pray. May hellfire rain down on us today, on all those who offered pay in full metal change to watch the life sized lights explode & wicked witches hanging by the throat from a tenth floor window it was all so cool. so cool. demon induced dementia cemented in an underground parking garage sleepover sleepless starry eyed orphan **** princess- apparel section regressing to an oral fixation & a need to keep the fingers busy. pink **** carpet heart shaped atrocity rotten thing. you ain't the boss of me paleface scarab angel seraph snake made up cheap heart tarnished purely black comedy legs like a limousine keeping company with the holy cross dressers on the local drug scene. oh how special. yesterday I fed my edificial fetish & I could not stop thinking. these high arched ceilings. could not contain my feelings, if they tried. drive by advertisements remind me there's not much to be excited about.
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Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 6:23 AM UTC
Black Comedy
It is positively sublime watching Democrats eat their own. i thought they only snacked on Republicans and social inequalities. Before you start, stop calling me a Republican. My God, man, i have standards. i love sweet tea, but the only tea party i endorse is another Boston Tea Party. The only contribution i have for the cause is if i teabag your mom. Purely out of respect, you understand? Because i care too much... Delicious anarchy is upon us. i have brought popcorn, enough for us all, enjoy the show!! The sun will surely rise tomorrow. Probably. Most of us will still be here.
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Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 7:18 PM UTC
Prime Time Showdown
Now, the Sun is again setting; with fading beams a frenzy knight who shone & lit the dark with awful might That shine is now punning and the Sun is again on verge of setting. Shall the dark win the light? Shall thou live in the night? ‘O’ Sun don’t forget thyself truth of fighting the dark to bring the light Why leave hope? thou sow those seeds and reap that crop that Sun again shine – the purely white who can win over the night; So the Sun may again set in
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Oct 25, 2011
Oct 25, 2011 at 1:10 PM UTC
If Sun Again Set
I love you Three words that don't tell it how it is I more than love you I want you, Need you, Have you, Feel you, Miss you, Fear you, See you, Hear you, Kiss you, Adore you, Taste you, Breathe you, I more than love you I worship you As my friend As my lover As the ruler of my heart You are all good things Yet you're like no other I would kiss the ground Your feet have walked on Then I'd kiss them too Not to prove I'm worthy Just because I enjoy the sensations Of trying new things with you Time with you is a commodity Much easier to part with I spend it frivolously Purely for enjoyment We live for memories Sleep for dreams I sleep to wake up next to you One thing I always look forward to Is softly kissing your back From top to bottom Then bottom to top As though I am your wake up call Your human alarm clock *"Rise and shine gorgeous, it's already ten o'clock"* I want you to know You are priceless Beyond value Beyond worldly things Invaluable to my happiness And Detrimental to the pain I more than love you
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May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 4:23 PM UTC
I More Than Love You
Looking pigeons and free wishes Clouds are wondering with chirping kisses Looking thou art of sweet dreams! Flawless garden and green eyes like icecream… Oh, my Rainy! Where shall I live, tell me thee Oh, pure love! Calls me! Truly in my dream I feel free… I don’t wake up Because I will be in your dreams Sailing across rivers and oceans… To meet thee! Infinitely till the silver lines shine your way and make your happy forever as your stay! Dark the wind and oceans breezes Dark the sea and the clouds freezes Everything I feel sometimes lament Under the real drops of fearful tears… Sometimes I change my gear And listen to you in my heart You’re more than a divine art … So don’t tell me to wake up Don’t wake me up Dear Let me live just a few more years… Till I depart elsewhere in the vast universe Kiss me softly And become my free verse… Let the vice versa happens in streams of dreams! Oh my Rainy Become my dream! And I will pursue your dream Under the dream… We will cascade new love… Let’s meet in inception… With the speed of light, we will thrill our passion Cherishing each other enthusiasm . .. ….. …….. ………… …………….. …….. … . Like waves… We will wake… Sin cosine Oh my Rainy If you wish We will one day transform imagination Believe me Till I live in your dreams Under the impression of imagination We will spark a new world I guarantee and dancing snow Will be a new hut of enthusiasm Supernatural earth… Supernatural moon… Under the supernatural universe… We will live purely in the heart to heart natural.. Oh, my Rainy! Come when the rain stops Under the digital circuits We will flip flop Stop the watch… With eyes to eyes… We will dream more! Amore and Amore! Oh, my Rainy! We will wish together… And the clouds of love will remain all years… Till we reach the next version of dreams! We will live more than together… Will you come in the dreams of my dreams? If I truly wish in my wishes Looking glass and mirror of the streams! Oh, my Rainy! Brew my heart And drink it! Brew my heart Drink it! Let me be yours completely I am sincere truly Cheers! Oh, my Rainy! Cheers!! Oh, my Rainy! Cheers!!! **** me softly! **** me softly!
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Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 12:00 PM UTC
Oh my Rainy! Am I too in your dreams?
Looking pigeons and free wishes Clouds are wondering with chirping kisses Looking thou art of sweet dreams! Flawless garden and green eyes like icecream… Oh, my Rainy! Where shall I live, tell me thee Oh, pure love! Calls me! Truly in my dream I feel free… I don’t wake up Because I will be in your dreams Sailing across rivers and oceans… To meet thee! Infinitely till the silver lines shine your way and make your happy forever as your stay! Dark the wind and oceans breezes Dark the sea and the clouds freezes Everything I feel sometimes lament Under the real drops of fearful tears… Sometimes I change my gear And listen to you in my heart You’re more than a divine art … So don’t tell me to wake up Don’t wake me up Dear Let me live just a few more years… Till I depart elsewhere in the vast universe Kiss me softly And become my free verse… Let the vice versa happens in streams of dreams! Oh my Rainy Become my dream! And I will pursue your dream Under the dream… We will cascade new love… Let’s meet in inception… With the speed of light, we will thrill our passion Cherishing each other enthusiasm . .. ….. …….. ………… …………….. …….. … . Like waves… We will wake… Sin cosine Oh my Rainy If you wish We will one day transform imagination Believe me Till I live in your dreams Under the impression of imagination We will spark a new world I guarantee and dancing snow Will be a new hut of enthusiasm Supernatural earth… Supernatural moon… Under the supernatural universe… We will live purely in the heart to heart natural.. Oh, my Rainy! Come when the rain stops Under the digital circuits We will flip flop Stop the watch… With eyes to eyes… We will dream more! Amore and Amore! Oh, my Rainy! We will wish together… And the clouds of love will remain all years… Till we reach the next version of dreams! We will live more than together… Will you come in the dreams of my dreams? If I truly wish in my wishes Looking glass and mirror of the streams! Oh, my Rainy! Brew my heart And drink it! Brew my heart Drink it! Let me be yours completely I am sincere truly Cheers! Oh, my Rainy! Cheers!! Oh, my Rainy! Cheers!!! **** me softly! **** me softly!
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THE FLAMES EAT THE PSEUDO-GOTHIC HOUSE He was an Action Man minus a left arm and trousers. A dog had chewed his head almost off. But - he still had thought. She was a Lego Lady, Built of red and blue blocks. She was forever coming apart trying to keep body and soul together. She had only one eye and no mouth to speak off. Same dog who had a passion for the chewing of toys. But - she still had thought. They met one night when thrown together in the toy box. A giantess' voice had screamed "YOU TIDY UP THIS ROOM RIGHT NOW!" He loved the Lego Lady's yellow block hair. It was like a helmet...suited her face. And oh that one little eye and the way it would look at you! She saw at once that he had no genitals/ but then - neither had she. It was a purely platonic affair. They thought and thought at one another for hours. They got on like a house on fire but one night the house went on fire. They held on to each other both melting into a final embrace. Mother always told me "You shouldn't play with matches!"
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Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 5:59 PM UTC
THE FLAMES EAT THE PSEUDO-GOTHIC HOUSE
a gift for Aladdin Aures H from his 3rd follower... <>><<> the inescapable need, unformed firmament inquiring; am I capable? the impulse palpable, the urge to urgent, to gorge and disgorge? instead of morning prayers, precomposed and ordered, morning poem plucked from morning fog, gusted breezes, early-on, newborn sun rays, progeny of disheveled skies words fused, in irregular sizes, senses censured by drowsy eyes, but the chest beating arrhythmia means bursts of free verses superimposed on reluctant eyelids, jigsaw puzzlement be re-conformed and the first poem of the day, emerges from the intersection of mind, pale dreams, and the first is special till the neu morrow, when fresh bursts explode inward to windward, and the first is just yesterday's mesh of hash, once formidable, now last, pinned, yellowing, purely a **descendant of the recent, but always, ancient past*^
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Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 3:13 PM UTC
The Poem Writes Me
I feel the need to walk alone, Counting my steps, one two three And laugh at myself, how stupid me. I feel the need to have a talk, Talk that makes no sense, neither to you nor to me, oh God! I feel the need to take a turn, From vibes that are negative, which may never ever uplift me. I feel the need of soothing music, A little now and a little later, I need it every passing hour. I feel the need to love myself, As i need to be loved, Purely, perfectly and passionately.
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Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 8:00 AM UTC
SELF-LOVE