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"pyramid" poems
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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The woman makes a house the home and fills the man's horizontal spread with dreams. Four walls can’t hold a woman inside she is veiled but not tied! The arch in her back hits the mark virtually dwarfs the pyramid dwarfs the sunup. The light at the end of the tunnel here is love. Her inner mystery is her paintbrush. The colour on her canvas is a far cry from the rainbow. It doesn’t fade nor falls on the floor keeping it up the time lingers on. Every star here from far and near feels at home with a mirror!
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Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 7:34 PM UTC
She's Veiled But Not Tied
Dope, money, and hoes [x9] [Verse 1: Da$h] Ain't write it, thought of this when I was drunk driving Like I had a license, been swerving through the intersect Just to make the ******* wet, breakfast: yac and cigarettes Feds about the only threat, spit nasty like my throat is strep She working at the pyramid, shake her **** for some bucks from Tut Pharaoh to the marrow, Cleopatra roll my dutch Dour blunts they double stuffed, got a ***** stupid chopped Used to squad these faggots' wives, the ******* that I used to pop Wear the **** I used to cop, respect your elders lil ***** Ain't even of age to drink, I get your ** to buy me liquor 'Linquent **** I live for it, they tryin but might die for it These drugs got my brain, money got my mind finding fun in crime ******* love my rhymes, to be honest I love their mouth at campuses Looking for talents just like I'm a college scout Ask her what she shout, I’m ashin' her on the ******* couch [Verse 2: Da$h] Dope, money, and hoes, getting dope money from shows She sniff her coke then she blow, **** it, I don’t judge it though Sugar free, no love for sure, just put 'em on Sepulveda Benefits and bank rolls, all a ***** really want from her And when she bring it back, call my brother hit the trap Invested in a couple packs, will probably see a couple stacks from what he talkin Money hulking like Bruce Banner Panarama day dreaming, While she downin' my ***** on camera Life's in action, piping, smashing whatever you call it Smoke a 'Port and I'm off but they ******* think I lost it And my dog facing blunts while I feed my pups bath salts Infiltrate my castle, take your face like it's a mask boss Pass raw flesh and bone, money long like small intestines Homes I'm taking breakfast, long as getting checks involved H´z ***** Cause if you ain't know, AraabMuzik
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Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 12:16 PM UTC
Dope, Money, and Hoes
Dope, money, and hoes [x9] [Verse 1: Da$h] Ain't write it, thought of this when I was drunk driving Like I had a license, been swerving through the intersect Just to make the ******* wet, breakfast: yac and cigarettes Feds about the only threat, spit nasty like my throat is strep She working at the pyramid, shake her **** for some bucks from Tut Pharaoh to the marrow, Cleopatra roll my dutch Dour blunts they double stuffed, got a ***** stupid chopped Used to squad these faggots' wives, the ******* that I used to pop Wear the **** I used to cop, respect your elders lil ***** Ain't even of age to drink, I get your ** to buy me liquor 'Linquent **** I live for it, they tryin but might die for it These drugs got my brain, money got my mind finding fun in crime ******* love my rhymes, to be honest I love their mouth at campuses Looking for talents just like I'm a college scout Ask her what she shout, I’m ashin' her on the ******* couch [Verse 2: Da$h] Dope, money, and hoes, getting dope money from shows She sniff her coke then she blow, **** it, I don’t judge it though Sugar free, no love for sure, just put 'em on Sepulveda Benefits and bank rolls, all a ***** really want from her And when she bring it back, call my brother hit the trap Invested in a couple packs, will probably see a couple stacks from what he talkin Money hulking like Bruce Banner Panarama day dreaming, While she downin' my ***** on camera Life's in action, piping, smashing whatever you call it Smoke a 'Port and I'm off but they ******* think I lost it And my dog facing blunts while I feed my pups bath salts Infiltrate my castle, take your face like it's a mask boss Pass raw flesh and bone, money long like small intestines Homes I'm taking breakfast, long as getting checks involved H´z ***** Cause if you ain't know, AraabMuzik
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The all seeing iris imperial city The swiftest of stylus this side of the ‘sippi The trippiest spittin’ Promethean hippy Conspiracy theorist of eeriest verse The despotic hypnotic black flag bearin’ Hearst Still immersing myself in a poverty trap As I grapple with lack of fact check cashing crap Cryogenically frozen emotion vibes flowin’ From out my funk bunker boombox Overthrowin’ Your global dominion opinion with ease Shootin’ breezes with Tirailleurs Senegalese I’m the kid wicked picket sign paintin’ Tom Sawyer The ill eagle Taino privilege enjoyer Still swoopin’ in mean on each **** I make clean Pick the bones dry of serpentine oil green dreams Then I bury what’s left of your money machines With the pharaohs of old’s latest pyramid schemes
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Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
Horus the Youth
Before leaving, Pen a poem, Script a story, Produce a pyramid, Manage a milestone, Fix a fence, Pose for a picture, Build a boat. I'll remember you, Not to worry. You'd remember me too. But images of walls Brain splattered, ***** on your face, Cinched belt, alone, or With needle Will certainly work too, But for the wrong reasons. That's why King Hamlet Had to return and ask: “Remember me.” He was looking for Understanding, And we know how that Ended.
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Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 8:21 AM UTC
King Hamlet
My Minecraft Land has a big, mossy tree fort. It has a water park, too, with slides big and short. I built a hidden maze inside a water fall. I also have a party room, where I have a ball! Next to my mansion, there is a cemetery, Down deep underground, it is very scary. I have a town that’s snowy and cold. There’s a pyramid on water made of diamond and gold. In the middle of my land, there’s a huge power source, And everybody’s houses, including mine of course!
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 11:37 AM UTC
My Minecraft Land
She is pyramidon spreads down the pyramid Led by him up the pyramid that keeps climbing high. Continues to straighten his straight line but her curve off the top embraces full is an enduring spiral! Off the apex of the pyramid the butterfly has slipped out Still a circle still a cut whatsmore is concealed in the pi? Future is in now, deathless in death only a pi away!
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May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 11:20 AM UTC
Only a Pi Away
A sprinkle of blue sparkle off the lapis lazuli sky. A throw of stars from the full moon night. We will take in abundance while rowing the waves once in the River Nile. Hear! The crave of oars breaching the shore. Reaching out and close to the pyramid foundation. That’s scientia is pure rigid yet so open loose. One dozen milky ways can hover in rhythm over this stony knot! That doesn’t mean the Mintaka stars will give up their shares at all They will sit on the top. Without the pyramid moving a step from the true north. Between this relative sublunary and over the moon mural if and when one spaces up. The silent Moon takes a pause humming the prehistoric lullabies. With a patch of the blue sky and a starry sprinkle from the night.   Maybe then we will take a break in behind the closed doors of the great pyramid!
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Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 9:40 AM UTC
Pyramid Magic
I gulp down an Energy-Booster-X, blue and sour. Siri turns on Radiohead, 15 Step. I step up to the pyramid of treadmills, bouncing and salty. Surrounded by Greek gods, Beta, Alpha Gam, Pike. I motivate myself by my surroundings, bulging and **** Cardio first and then core, 2 miles, 200 crunches. I connect my sweat in a line down my shirt, blotchy and stagnant. Everyone stretches in the end, Thighs, biceps, pecs aflame. I will not stop until I am perfection, beautiful and sculpted. Alarm set again, For 6:30am, 7:30pm
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Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 12:16 PM UTC
Maxx Fitness BS
your clean lips and serene eyes are instruments they, with fearless precision play those neatly folded tufts of skin on either side are speakers they, with unnatural ease amplify the epidermal pyramid sloping symmetrically amid your instruments is a songstress she, with innate necessity sings the song of life your head is a concert music to my troubled eyes ©Jason Cole
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 10:22 PM UTC
Concert Head
Sprawl of the nazarene toothslayer, Nucleotide bombast explosion; ***** of the eftsoon soothsayer, Pyramid galaxies implosion: Breathing quintuplicating matrix Somersault to ceaseless meiosis, Goldbeating phlanx initiatrix: Amphimixis apotheosis. Lifen gyrovagues aerolitic: And fixate Atlas telescopic!
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May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 10:55 AM UTC
Noli Me Praehendo
Hidden at the back of my mind an idyllic vision taking a trip to span all continents. Travel to Asia's Great Wall, Europe's Eiffel Tower Africa's Giza Pyramid, America's Statue of Liberty. Travel by Aladdin's magic carpet spell-bound and comfortable, yet bewitched. Travel for too long for an endless trip, there it is my destination. A final full of dreams, a final to come true a destination that fir altogether a destination with that jigsaw. I cry to reach for destination I wait for long hours, saying myself when I reach it - that will be it this trip is for lasting happiness. But last destination lost it's a dram, can't believe t'was a dream a dream which outdistances me. Next time, I promise not to travel with that genie's carpet again go to walk through path untrodden go to climb Mt. Mayon, swim more to the Pacific deep go bare footed in the Gobi I promise, I promise to live more my travel the destination, the next stop sooner in sight than I expect it to be.
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Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 2:55 AM UTC
Travel 2018916
So there is this pyramid. We learned about it last week This guy, his name was Maslow...is Maslow maybe he is still alive. I'm not sure. I don't even know his full name....I''ll probably do really well in this class, by the way. So, Maslow, he came up with this pyramid. A pyramid of physiological need. Ineresting right? I think it is pretty interesting. The bottom of the pyramid, the biggest part, contains the things you need the most. Air, water, food, sleep...you get the idea. The next part says saftey and security. In order to live a fufilling life you need... air, water, food, sleep, saftey and security. Pretty simple Then, this guy Maslow, he throws this ******** into the mix... on the next level of the pyramid he puts love and belonging. Love and belonging? A necessity? I have only lived about 19 years of my life and I think it is safe to say that I have never loved. Not really loved anyone. I love my mom, I love my dog. I hope that is the kind of love that Maslow is talking about or else ....I am not fufilling my physiological needs. So I'm a little ****** up, yeah I could belive that. To top this **** off. Maslow throws Esteem and Self-esteem on the tip top of this pyramid. Well now Maslow...hes really making my day I got none of that either. So here I am taking some notes in class and Maslow makes me realized that I'm a pretty incomplete person. Right here, in the middle of my Psychology lecture surounded by at least 300 other incomplete people.
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Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 9:44 PM UTC
Maslow's Pyramid
In a midwinter night’s dream   i found myself lost again,      or was it even this year ?   It may even go back farther   than yesterdays out of reach,     older than an ancient pyramid stone   Before the rebirth of past life deposits,   unborn orphaned motherless sediment,   flotsam of the ages adrift,   unknown for more than a thousand years ... waiting for so long to see beyond the bounds High atop a slippery edge-cliff   i clung  ―             Searching for a deeper understanding   of who i am; Roosting like a starving bird of prey   with a broken wing   born alone ... holding on   With a fear in his eyes that only i could comprehend      Staring way down deep in the pith,        into an internal pitch black abyss,   just begging to see beyond ―   Mindful it's so hard looking   into the eye of a storm Intimately parsing the recurrent source   of reigning pain Where the perpetual fog of isolation dwells; an inversion,     preventing dispersion   of the nimbus  cold  and  dark In the darkness, there bides a suffocating   emptiness,     A swelling silence what loudly knells,   leeching through a perennial ache An abating voice within hollers unheard,   invisible as a bitter cold wind howling   relentlessly through the hollow pang;   Echoing the subsiding say (squeezed out) ... of an orphaned soul   deep beneath the light Awakening to realize  ―  once i was alive   and i could feel me holding on to you //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
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Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 7:11 PM UTC
A deeper understanding ...
In a midwinter night’s dream   i found myself lost again,      or was it even this year ?   It may even go back farther   than yesterdays out of reach,     older than an ancient pyramid stone   Before the rebirth of past life deposits,   unborn orphaned motherless sediment,   flotsam of the ages adrift,   unknown for more than a thousand years ... waiting for so long to see beyond the bounds High atop a slippery edge-cliff   i clung  ―             Searching for a deeper understanding   of who i am; Roosting like a starving bird of prey   with a broken wing   born alone ... holding on   With a fear in his eyes that only i could comprehend      Staring way down deep in the pith,        into an internal pitch black abyss,   just begging to see beyond ―   Mindful it's so hard looking   into the eye of a storm Intimately parsing the recurrent source   of reigning pain Where the perpetual fog of isolation dwells; an inversion,     preventing dispersion   of the nimbus  cold  and  dark In the darkness, there bides a suffocating   emptiness,     A swelling silence what loudly knells,   leeching through a perennial ache An abating voice within hollers unheard,   invisible as a bitter cold wind howling   relentlessly through the hollow pang;   Echoing the subsiding say (squeezed out) ... of an orphaned soul   deep beneath the light Awakening to realize  ―  once i was alive   and i could feel me holding on to you //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
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The day on a high reaches the peak over the pyramid. Shrouded in twilight now tucked in light pushes the envelope. The whole panache of stars came out in the pitch dark. The North Star is on the way oh do me a favour I will tell you why. Veil the angle of dawn in the black shades of the night. There are dark caves even inside the pyramid scientists, trained eyes yet to tread on that way. Put on it only an instance of your kohl the daylight is already a burnt mole. Light in the wrap in the night your muslin veiled silken moonlight is enough to find the tuberose’s earth. If the tucked away sun crops up once again over the morning’s rose petals. Again it will dive deep into the angle after an angle in the black hole of the night. A far cry from the glowing firefly eyeing blindfolded behind the moon perfectly beyond every looking star. Until the master arts in silk black finds the true pencil not in visualising but catching the views of the sunrise through the lens of the rose pollens’ kohl-eyes.
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Dec 19, 2021
Dec 19, 2021 at 1:48 AM UTC
Master Art In Silk Black
You tease, excite entice me surely promise to melt slowly eager tongue can’t bear waiting illicit desire awakens, pulling myself back you though, stronger one, seductively luring me you deliciously forbidden serving of chocolate ice cream! Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
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Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 12:06 PM UTC
Submission (Pyramid)
O pulchritudinous, for infinite climaxes For bilious spasms of pigswill For puce Popacatepetl pedigrees Above the perverted pampas! America! America! Allah excreted his curses on thee And bang thy ****** in company with Islamic monk, from brothel to gay red—light district O pulchritudinous, for spaceman bottoms Whose **** throbbing tapeworm A toucan crossing for slipperiness spifflicate Across the intergalactic space! America! America! Allah enrich thine ev’ry vice Reinvigorate thy ****** *********** inside monolithic ectoplasm, thy merrymaking inside pyramid! O pulchritudinous, for freaks got fat In disentangling feeding frenzy Who more than ***** their brothel slobbered over And velvet glove more than backbone! America! America! May Allah thy blonde exhaust Till all rave reviews be disreputableness and ev’ry come superhuman O pulchritudinous, for chauvinist muscleman That smells wide of the fourth dimension Thine lathery brothels lick Polished using giant armadillo excrement! America! America! Allah excreted his curses on thee And bang thy ****** in company with Islamic monk from brothel to gay red—light district
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Mar 25, 2010
Mar 25, 2010 at 5:22 PM UTC
America The Picture Postcard
Hi Father You will always be on top of the pyramid. No one will never ever sit on your throne. All the glory is Yours All songs of praise are Yours and All honor and worship are given to You
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 3:57 AM UTC
GREATER THAN THE PYRAMID OF GIZA
If I could reach up, tear open the sky and bring you down I would, because I miss you. If I could build a ladder so **** high to pay you a visit I would, Because I miss you. If I could flap my arms, fly into the night, and take you under my wing I would, Because I miss you. If I could go; take to the streets, commission everybody that I meet to build the largest ever human pyramid from the bottom of the earth right to the lid and grab you by the cheeks and squeeze your face and remind myself of how your lips taste I would, Cos you know what? I miss you. If I could stick a message in a bottle and shoot it in the air And leave you a note to show I still care I would. And in it I would write 'I miss you'.
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Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 3:49 PM UTC
I would, because I miss you.
Under silver wing San Francisco's towers sprouting thru thin gas clouds, Tamalpais black-breasted above Pacific azure Berkeley hills pine-covered below-- Dr Leary in his brown house scribing Independence Declaration typewriter at window silver panorama in natural eyeball-- Sacramento valley rivercourse's Chinese dragonflames licking green flats north-hazed State Capitol metallic rubble, dry checkered fields to Sierras- past Reno, Pyramid Lake's blue Altar, pure water in Nevada sands' brown wasteland scratched by tires Jerry Rubin arrested! Beaten, jailed, coccyx broken-- Leary out of action--"a public menace... persons of tender years...immature judgement...pyschiatric examination..." i.e. Shut up or Else Loonybin or Slam Leroi on *** gun rap, $7,000 lawyer fees, years' negotiations-- SPOCK GUILTY headlined temporary, Joan Baez' paramour husband Dave Harris to Gaol Dylan silent on politics, & safe-- having a baby, a man-- Cleaver shot at, jail'd, maddened, parole revoked, Vietnam War flesh-heap grows higher, blood splashing down the mountains of bodies on to Cholon's sidewalks-- Blond boys in airplane seats fed technicolor Murderers advance w/ Death-chords Earplugs in, steak on plastic served--Eyes up to the Image-- What do I have to lose if America falls? my body? my neck? my personality? June 19, 1968
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Crossing Nation
I see a flash A sight to behold The work of an immortal sculptor Walking straight in elegant pride Worth of a princess of the sun Firmly transfixed in her twelve Moving into the emptiness of an invalid society Her innocence screaming In an unchallenged clarity And only twelve moons The framework of her modeling salivates Wolves in men Who’s been exposed to the virus Emerging from the bush land of their desires To seek their vengeance in a fanatical hatred And poor me the princess With the *** lunacy roaming the streets, Sanity of abstinence is the greatest challenge. Swung from poverty to adolescence A pendulum of fates Hunger at home for the family And her homestead a moonscape of desolation The two hundred shillings does the trick She trades out her innocence And virginity too; a girls pride And alongside the legal tender Comes the virus The minute monster Savoring a society of huge minds. There is the tuberculosis In a hospital ward Full of undug graves and shrines unnamed. Drawn into the vacuum of her fate Eyes wide open in dismal finality The princess Lie in freeze frame of death A pyramid of events Molded out of her last several terrible seconds Lamentation for the society A dull eulogy for our girls.
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Jun 23, 2012
Jun 23, 2012 at 5:19 AM UTC
EULOGY FOR OUR GIRLS
Sip, Sip, Sip, I fill my myself with liquid coffee, giving myself a caffeine cure, hoping to patch the holes of my aching body. Grip, Grip, Grip, My hands grip the pencil tight, trembling from constantly writing, fingers sore to move anymore. Chip, Chip, Chip, I have no diet anymore, eating anything and everything, making me sick to the stomach. Lip, Lip, Lip, I chew my lip, wanting yours to be on mine, Giving my cold body warmth. I feel like I'm in a constant cycle, excitement replaced with a pyramid of stress. Give me your presence, and free me.
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Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC
Stress
Done with thinking because that's for god to do I am just this appendage of a greater consciousness Ahab is blameless in his small existence Don't quote me quote Herman and Freddy Nietzsche They and their hermits coming down from the mountains to declare they ought to have loved their fate all along Amor fati Why couldn't we have been stuck in the herd all along guys who get love and happiness effortless no need to spend their life in anguish searching through tomes found in tombs for eons and eons enhancing their social aloofness and their unremembered trauma 'till those sad souls give those pansies confidence to leave an exegesis of their own Too smart kid that decried Christ and the shadows of a god all around only to find the search for truth was hopeless Find a way to dumbly enjoy life again and you only say again cause that's all we can control our memories and we too often forget our thought habits the pre-neolithic mind tricks on ourselves Too many MLMs profiting off false mindfulness missing the point beyond exercise and short stress relief Change your thought patterns to love your destiny That's the best we have to pretend to have control in this ̶h̶e̶l̶l̶ hole
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Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 8:49 AM UTC
Pyramid Coach
I claw out of the grave like the phoenix And for my 15 minute lifetime I burn like the sun, the gas lamp, California, the Holocaust Before fizzling out again I live to die   I awaken on the production line I breathe in the ash pouring from the apocalyptic clouds Disappointed, I turn to my grey sarcophagus The faceless, factory-made, invisible-as-Kether generation Buried in the grocery store pyramid Like Goya's dog, I peer blindly, so tiny Upwards, into the infinite nothing that awaits The afterlife, the void, Abraham's ***** Death, limbo, desolation row The nihilistic emptiness from which I rise
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Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 2:45 PM UTC
Lady Phoenix