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Erebus disaster - November zulu niner zero one November zulu niner zero one This is Vanda Station. We have clear weather with no cloud and little wind. If you want to fly over the dry valleys we will flash you with our signal mirrors so you can pinpoint the station. Vanda Station, this is NZ niner zero one Roger, we are now just north of Cape Hallett and will call you again for directions. November Zulu Niner zero one Vanda Station. Roger It’s a right hand turn just after Beaufort Island. For the next few hours There was no word worst feared not heard The radio crackled through the night In the un natural sound of SSB All crew up drinking coffee and tea with the midnight sun Glued to the HF single sideband November zulu niner zero one November zulu niner zero one This is mac centre mac centre howcopy November zulu niner zero one This is vanda station vanda station five four zero zero Relay relay mac centre mac centre Please contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen Contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen Relay relay mac centre Contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen howcopy All through the night Over and over Hour after hour The same message Until that fateful call Feared by all Mac centre mac centre This is navy three two one wreckage sighting wreckage sighting howcopy mac centre navy three one niner Longitude One six sefen Two sefen echo Latitude Sefen six Two six sierra howcopy Mac centre mac centre This is Navy three two one Correction Correction I say again latitude I say again Latitude Sefen sefen Two six sierra howcopy Mac centre Navy three two one Ahh ahh mac centre There appear to be no survivors Howcopy So it was then, That the on board data longitude error some would blame for the crash Is something that happens often but is accommodated by good airmanship by not relying on one thing alone. was repeated in similar fate by a latitude error in the crash site location message from the search aircraft XD01-48321 that found a terrible sight that the sun stayed up on late on a truly awful night when 257 souls met their fate. ©GARY LEWIS.2009
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Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 5:09 PM UTC
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Erebus disaster - November zulu niner zero one November zulu niner zero one This is Vanda Station. We have clear weather with no cloud and little wind. If you want to fly over the dry valleys we will flash you with our signal mirrors so you can pinpoint the station. Vanda Station, this is NZ niner zero one Roger, we are now just north of Cape Hallett and will call you again for directions. November Zulu Niner zero one Vanda Station. Roger It’s a right hand turn just after Beaufort Island. For the next few hours There was no word worst feared not heard The radio crackled through the night In the un natural sound of SSB All crew up drinking coffee and tea with the midnight sun Glued to the HF single sideband November zulu niner zero one November zulu niner zero one This is mac centre mac centre howcopy November zulu niner zero one This is vanda station vanda station five four zero zero Relay relay mac centre mac centre Please contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen Contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen Relay relay mac centre Contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen howcopy All through the night Over and over Hour after hour The same message Until that fateful call Feared by all Mac centre mac centre This is navy three two one wreckage sighting wreckage sighting howcopy mac centre navy three one niner Longitude One six sefen Two sefen echo Latitude Sefen six Two six sierra howcopy Mac centre mac centre This is Navy three two one Correction Correction I say again latitude I say again Latitude Sefen sefen Two six sierra howcopy Mac centre Navy three two one Ahh ahh mac centre There appear to be no survivors Howcopy So it was then, That the on board data longitude error some would blame for the crash Is something that happens often but is accommodated by good airmanship by not relying on one thing alone. was repeated in similar fate by a latitude error in the crash site location message from the search aircraft XD01-48321 that found a terrible sight that the sun stayed up on late on a truly awful night when 257 souls met their fate. ©GARY LEWIS.2009
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I wanted to sneak into a space down the star I couldn’t sleep in a night Huh I was yet to get an answer to a quiz why! Though I showed a mirror The moon floats in the night gently, the dark could mingles into the light. But one couldn’t relay My sweetie toyed it away! As if no matter what if one wishes so is free to sway. Huh my sweetie toyed it away! Did the Moon score tapping in on the starry night’s blackboard, how many ***** Who can tell, who can tell? Though a cheering sun rises In the end by the rose. Myriads stars meltdown in a stunner’s teardrop. That stirs coming so close. Yet is a dwarf over the ocean! Touches the moon not one that pulls the most. The sea lives by the small earth There is no law in love My sweetie toyed it away!
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 5:40 PM UTC
My Sweetie Toyed It Away
#*Familial the ties siblings we are Brought up with love care discipline and protection Values inculcated deep Respect and love we all each other Hold it strong in the heart Hurt we can never bring to each other Stand together in testing times forever Raising high the baton of love today Passing it on to the generation next To relay it in the timeless tomorrow*#
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Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 7:19 AM UTC
Raksha Bandhan - The bond of love
Erebus disaster - November zulu niner zero one November zulu niner zero one This is Vanda Station. We have clear weather with no cloud and little wind. If you want to fly over the dry valleys we will flash you with our signal mirrors so you can pinpoint the station. Vanda Station, this is NZ niner zero one Roger, we are now just north of Cape Hallett and will call you again for directions. November Zulu Niner zero one Vanda Station. Roger It’s a right hand turn just after Beaufort Island. For the next few hours There was no word worst feared not heard The radio crackled through the night In the un natural sound of SSB All crew up drinking coffee and tea with the midnight sun Glued to the HF single sideband November zulu niner zero one November zulu niner zero one This is mac centre mac centre howcopy November zulu niner zero one This is vanda station vanda station five four zero zero Relay relay mac centre mac centre Please contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen Contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen Relay relay mac centre Contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen howcopy All through the night Over and over Hour after hour The same message Until that fateful call Feared by all Mac centre mac centre This is navy three two one wreckage sighting wreckage sighting howcopy mac centre navy three one niner Longitude One six sefen Two sefen echo Latitude Sefen six Two six sierra howcopy Mac centre mac centre This is Navy three two one Correction Correction I say again latitude I say again Latitude Sefen sefen Two six sierra howcopy Mac centre Navy three two one Ahh ahh mac centre There appear to be no survivors Howcopy So it was then, That the on board data longitude error some would blame for the crash Is something that happens often but is accommodated by good airmanship by not relying on one thing alone. was repeated in similar fate by a latitude error in the crash site location message from the search aircraft XD01-48321 that found a terrible sight that the sun stayed up on late on a truly awful night when 257 souls met their fate. ©GARY LEWIS.2009
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Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 5:09 PM UTC
Untitled
Erebus disaster - November zulu niner zero one November zulu niner zero one This is Vanda Station. We have clear weather with no cloud and little wind. If you want to fly over the dry valleys we will flash you with our signal mirrors so you can pinpoint the station. Vanda Station, this is NZ niner zero one Roger, we are now just north of Cape Hallett and will call you again for directions. November Zulu Niner zero one Vanda Station. Roger It’s a right hand turn just after Beaufort Island. For the next few hours There was no word worst feared not heard The radio crackled through the night In the un natural sound of SSB All crew up drinking coffee and tea with the midnight sun Glued to the HF single sideband November zulu niner zero one November zulu niner zero one This is mac centre mac centre howcopy November zulu niner zero one This is vanda station vanda station five four zero zero Relay relay mac centre mac centre Please contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen Contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen Relay relay mac centre Contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen howcopy All through the night Over and over Hour after hour The same message Until that fateful call Feared by all Mac centre mac centre This is navy three two one wreckage sighting wreckage sighting howcopy mac centre navy three one niner Longitude One six sefen Two sefen echo Latitude Sefen six Two six sierra howcopy Mac centre mac centre This is Navy three two one Correction Correction I say again latitude I say again Latitude Sefen sefen Two six sierra howcopy Mac centre Navy three two one Ahh ahh mac centre There appear to be no survivors Howcopy So it was then, That the on board data longitude error some would blame for the crash Is something that happens often but is accommodated by good airmanship by not relying on one thing alone. was repeated in similar fate by a latitude error in the crash site location message from the search aircraft XD01-48321 that found a terrible sight that the sun stayed up on late on a truly awful night when 257 souls met their fate. ©GARY LEWIS.2009
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So ….. Who Are The ... ... " Good Guys " ... ? In These Modern Times ... ? Osama … Obama ... ? ? Or Those … Civil Type Guardia ... ? What ... Makes Them Good ... ? The Guns They Use ... As If They ... Should …. To RESTRAIN and ... Defuse ... VIOLENT … Neighbourhoods … !?! But REALLY … Is This ... What They Do … ?!? I've Heard Stories ... That … Relay TRUTH ... About The ABUSE ... Some Guardia … Choose … !!! Like … STRIPPING Men … In … Spanish Streets ... To ... Prove To Them …. The ... Kinda PROBLEMS ... They're ... BOUND To See ... If They ... DON'T Respect ... The ... " Gendarmerie " … !!!!! Good Guys ….. !!!?!!! REALLY … ?!? Or Employed … BULLIES ... !?! The Type Who ... FEED ... of … "ABUSE FILLED Deeds" … !!! The Type That Make ... Young People … BLEED … !!! When ... Guns They … PARADE … Aren't Used … " Properly " … Kind of Like …. " NEWTOWN " …. Where It's CLEAR … Gun Sounds ... Will Now … RESOUND ... In The ... Hearts and Mouths ... of ... Parents Now … Resound With … " LOSS " … !!!!! Cos' A ... LOVED One's Gone … !!!!! WITHOUT A …. Song …. Or Farewell ... "Prolonged" ... So …. ??? What Was The Mantra ... ? of … Adam Lanza ... ? To Shoot REPEATEDLY ... In A ... KILLING SPREE … That Took … SO MANY … !!!!! Was His Mind So HEAVY ... ?!? That His Thoughts … CLEARLY … Had Become … "UNstEAdy" … !!! So … Where Were Connecticut's ... GOOD GUYS … Then … ? With The ... " NRA " ... !?! At A ... Shooting Range … ??? Shooting Guns For … "FUN" … !!! While The Blood of A MUM ... And Youngsters ..... RUN ..................................... Down SCHOOL Hallways ... In The … Middle of The Day ... !?! Now The NRA Says … "Bad Guys with guns, need to face, good ones !" Okay Okay ... But Let's ... Get This Straight … !!! It's ... OKAY For A Man ... Whose Been Paid and Trained ... To ... SHOOT TO **** ... Pretty Much AT WILL ... Cos' It's Been … " Okayed " … By The …. " NRA " …. !?! Who Said ... They Were Good … !!!???!!! I Learnt My Lesson ... Watching … Charlton Heston ... !!! It Would ... Seem To Me ... That ... NRA Peeps … Care ... MORE For ... MONEY ... Than When … Children BLEED … !!?!! It's ... ALL About GREED … !!! Cos' ... Good GUYS ... DON'T NEED ... To Have … " ARMOURIES " ... !!! To ENSURE The Streets ... Are Filled With … "PEACE" ... and I … For One ... DON'T Believe That Guns ... Have … ANY Function … In …. Education …. !!!!!! Educate Our Youth ….. !!! About The ... HARM They Cause ... !!!!!!! They NEED To Be Schooled ... In ….... AVOIDING Wars ............ !!!!!! And In ... Avoiding Depression … That Leads To HARSH Lessons ... !!!!! It Time To STRENGTHEN ... !!! Our Fight Against ... Guns ... And Time To … " LESSEN " … !!! " NRA " ... Type Funds ... !!!!! That SUPPORT … " The Lie " of ….. " Preservation of life " … Through The Use of … ………. GUNS ………… Seeing Blood ... Run … DOESN'T ... Signify FUN … !!!!! NEITHER Does ... ... The Sight ... of Police In Schools ... With A Gun By Their Side … !!! They Weren't In View … When I Was ... Being Schooled … !!! So FOLKS … DON'T BE ... Fooled ... !!! By ... Lobbyist Groups … !!!!! When It Comes To ... ... "Who is Who" … Who Are THEY To Decide … !???! When It Comes To ... Peoples' Lives ... Who The People Should Believe ..... To Be ………………………… ... "The Good Guys !!!" ...
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Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
"The Good Guys" ... A Poem written by Big Virge 22/12/2012
So ….. Who Are The ... ... " Good Guys " ... ? In These Modern Times ... ? Osama … Obama ... ? ? Or Those … Civil Type Guardia ... ? What ... Makes Them Good ... ? The Guns They Use ... As If They ... Should …. To RESTRAIN and ... Defuse ... VIOLENT … Neighbourhoods … !?! But REALLY … Is This ... What They Do … ?!? I've Heard Stories ... That … Relay TRUTH ... About The ABUSE ... Some Guardia … Choose … !!! Like … STRIPPING Men … In … Spanish Streets ... To ... Prove To Them …. The ... Kinda PROBLEMS ... They're ... BOUND To See ... If They ... DON'T Respect ... The ... " Gendarmerie " … !!!!! Good Guys ….. !!!?!!! REALLY … ?!? Or Employed … BULLIES ... !?! The Type Who ... FEED ... of … "ABUSE FILLED Deeds" … !!! The Type That Make ... Young People … BLEED … !!! When ... Guns They … PARADE … Aren't Used … " Properly " … Kind of Like …. " NEWTOWN " …. Where It's CLEAR … Gun Sounds ... Will Now … RESOUND ... In The ... Hearts and Mouths ... of ... Parents Now … Resound With … " LOSS " … !!!!! Cos' A ... LOVED One's Gone … !!!!! WITHOUT A …. Song …. Or Farewell ... "Prolonged" ... So …. ??? What Was The Mantra ... ? of … Adam Lanza ... ? To Shoot REPEATEDLY ... In A ... KILLING SPREE … That Took … SO MANY … !!!!! Was His Mind So HEAVY ... ?!? That His Thoughts … CLEARLY … Had Become … "UNstEAdy" … !!! So … Where Were Connecticut's ... GOOD GUYS … Then … ? With The ... " NRA " ... !?! At A ... Shooting Range … ??? Shooting Guns For … "FUN" … !!! While The Blood of A MUM ... And Youngsters ..... RUN ..................................... Down SCHOOL Hallways ... In The … Middle of The Day ... !?! Now The NRA Says … "Bad Guys with guns, need to face, good ones !" Okay Okay ... But Let's ... Get This Straight … !!! It's ... OKAY For A Man ... Whose Been Paid and Trained ... To ... SHOOT TO **** ... Pretty Much AT WILL ... Cos' It's Been … " Okayed " … By The …. " NRA " …. !?! Who Said ... They Were Good … !!!???!!! I Learnt My Lesson ... Watching … Charlton Heston ... !!! It Would ... Seem To Me ... That ... NRA Peeps … Care ... MORE For ... MONEY ... Than When … Children BLEED … !!?!! It's ... ALL About GREED … !!! Cos' ... Good GUYS ... DON'T NEED ... To Have … " ARMOURIES " ... !!! To ENSURE The Streets ... Are Filled With … "PEACE" ... and I … For One ... DON'T Believe That Guns ... Have … ANY Function … In …. Education …. !!!!!! Educate Our Youth ….. !!! About The ... HARM They Cause ... !!!!!!! They NEED To Be Schooled ... In ….... AVOIDING Wars ............ !!!!!! And In ... Avoiding Depression … That Leads To HARSH Lessons ... !!!!! It Time To STRENGTHEN ... !!! Our Fight Against ... Guns ... And Time To … " LESSEN " … !!! " NRA " ... Type Funds ... !!!!! That SUPPORT … " The Lie " of ….. " Preservation of life " … Through The Use of … ………. GUNS ………… Seeing Blood ... Run … DOESN'T ... Signify FUN … !!!!! NEITHER Does ... ... The Sight ... of Police In Schools ... With A Gun By Their Side … !!! They Weren't In View … When I Was ... Being Schooled … !!! So FOLKS … DON'T BE ... Fooled ... !!! By ... Lobbyist Groups … !!!!! When It Comes To ... ... "Who is Who" … Who Are THEY To Decide … !???! When It Comes To ... Peoples' Lives ... Who The People Should Believe ..... To Be ………………………… ... "The Good Guys !!!" ...
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Such a word only a word only a word to me there is none whom i "trust" i wish there was someone to talk to about everything but the truth is there isn't to relay on completely to keep my words to understand them none sadly, i am a lock few hold the key too bad the lock is broken
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 1:02 AM UTC
Trust
Saying my "goodnight"s to God my prayer inadvertently strays As my mind starts to wander in a million different ways. I reflect on where we started thousands of years in the past, When our first parents made a poor choice with consequences that would a long time last. Imagine: Not having to pray to God thru Christ his son But rather speaking to him as a friend one-on-one. As you walk in your garden with no property bounds You delight in the peace with the animals & the variety of sounds. But alas that deadly bite they took And the hope of everlasting life forsook. Their once perfect bodies now began to decay And onto their offspring this curse did relay. So the wheels in my head now spin To my inheritance of sin And my determination to overcome The inherent sin to which most succumb. Though the enemies try to fight To bring me down with all their might I know there is a stronger power A refuge & strong tower Into which I'm able to run When my own strength is done Because although we're born from them God's word like a precious gem Promises that to us he will incline Because between our sin & perfection is a fine line. He made us in HIS image out of love Exercising His power from the heights above Instantly displaying His justice when His purpose was diverted In His infinite wisdom knowing His true lovers could not be converted. Promising to us he would restore Conditions of the Earth as they were before Paying with the life of his Son the ultimate price So that all exercising faith could once & always live in Paradise.. © 2012
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Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 12:57 AM UTC
Fine Line
Saying my "goodnight"s to God my prayer inadvertently strays As my mind starts to wander in a million different ways. I reflect on where we started thousands of years in the past, When our first parents made a poor choice with consequences that would a long time last. Imagine: Not having to pray to God thru Christ his son But rather speaking to him as a friend one-on-one. As you walk in your garden with no property bounds You delight in the peace with the animals & the variety of sounds. But alas that deadly bite they took And the hope of everlasting life forsook. Their once perfect bodies now began to decay And onto their offspring this curse did relay. So the wheels in my head now spin To my inheritance of sin And my determination to overcome The inherent sin to which most succumb. Though the enemies try to fight To bring me down with all their might I know there is a stronger power A refuge & strong tower Into which I'm able to run When my own strength is done Because although we're born from them God's word like a precious gem Promises that to us he will incline Because between our sin & perfection is a fine line. He made us in HIS image out of love Exercising His power from the heights above Instantly displaying His justice when His purpose was diverted In His infinite wisdom knowing His true lovers could not be converted. Promising to us he would restore Conditions of the Earth as they were before Paying with the life of his Son the ultimate price So that all exercising faith could once & always live in Paradise.. © 2012
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When we kiss, your lips, communicate your feelings, in ways, words can't relay, they always know what to say.
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Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 6:57 PM UTC
Tenderness
The Commissioner has summoned Batman and Robin The Bat signal had just came on It was a night being long Batman and Robin came in a flash on the scene The villains will all eventually come clean It seemed there was a big plot becoming an act But when it comes to crime, it gets a big smack The villains trying to get Batman and Robin dissolved They wanted the crusader’s out of the way, and not involved High above the Thrift building overlooking Gotham City To the citizens below it will be a pity Sleeping gas has been spreading to knock the city out However Batman and Robin are trapped in a trunk being no where about Every citizen has fallen asleep Are the Gotham City citizens in a song of my soul to keep? Will Batman and Robin escape being ocean deep? The Bat channel continues on far as long Batman was holding his breath, and suddenly broke from his bonds and cut Robin loss as well They immediately headed for the Thrift building When Batman and Robin arrived, all the villains were shocked in surprise The question came up with how did you escape? I’m Batman, and what saved me was my cape Robin replied, “Let’s put these villains to their own sleep in jail deep” POW from Batman to the RIDDLER BANG from Robin to the JOKER YONK to the other villains Batman and Robin stated to the villains, “Crime truly doesn’t pay and you now received our relay” Good Bat night and Batman and Robin turned crime into a justice sight.
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Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 3:45 AM UTC
GOTHAM CITY VILLAINS
I was never one to pick one over the other They used to function together as well as brothers As time passes, their relationship sours One works hard and focuses for hours The other struggles to relay to the main tower Dripping with blood is this brother Dripping with liquid salt in worry is the other Together they used to form pictures in the clouds Now one peers through a fog stitched shroud Teamwork is a thing of the past The rift between them is filling with fog, fast They still both serve under the same mast But one is absorbing as much sun as he still last
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Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 3:19 AM UTC
Lefty
Life clings on In deserts, ice sheets and hot acid pools. Those selfish genes persist: Batons in a Marathon relay race. Generation follows generation. Clone adds to clone. So life spreads: The mightiest empire, Covering all the globe. A world full of living wonders. All manner of plants, insects and animals. Oceans teeming with fish. From tropical paradise To awesome glaciers. We must be mindful Of this glorious beauty. Mother Nature reigns supreme. Sing and rejoice, Party hard And put aside The awful truth - That in the end Everyone dies. Paul Butters © PB 26\7\2018.
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Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 4:10 AM UTC
Everyone Dies
Baby I've got a six-pack of Coke We're gonna have a good night Goodnight Don't you think that we should give up Don't you think that we should start a fight I was born and raised on methane I was always taught to never profane Green and yellow grass were my best friends I was always taught to make amends All I've ever been is full of **** and I wear it proudly with a grin All I've ever done is plug myself and I wear it proudly on my chin You told me you could do a back flip then ran away when I asked your name I've never felt as sad as that day I took a course on lust and relay I took some pills that looked like diamonds Readied myself for a life of staring How could I be so bold and daring Guilty of sin before preparing You know, I should at least TRY to take over the world
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Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 12:26 PM UTC
The Egg is at the Embassy
Human way to just dictate Robotics way to translate Technology being a relay No physical office workers to be there Robotics will be the new twist This is something no one will miss Efficiency faster than human labor Dictation will be more of a snap There will be even time to research a destination map Business letters electronically typed by using your voice How the business letters are arranged being your choice Imagine financial statements being precise to the T Everything ready for presentation for all to see Human speed won’t be needed anymore Labor physical employees will be given the open door Office automation being office technology of tomorrow But to the human employee force meaning sorrow Technology being on the move Efficiency in precise and decisions in never have to think twice.
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Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC
ELECTRONIC ROBOTICS ON THE OFFICE FLOOR
There is a difference between knowing and understanding. You know how I feel because I have told you; I explain my emotions and you chose to listen. I understand how you feel because I live it. You do not tell me, but I understand exactly the emotions that course through your body and mind and soul. I never chose this. And I never wanted it. When I tell people I am an empathic they mostly roll their eyes. They have no idea what I am talking about, until I touch their skin and relay every emotion of their whole lives. Then they call me freak. But I cannot help it. Anything that feels pain I feel pain for. When your teeth sparkle in laughter's sunlight mine twinkle under the changing moon. When your skin turns searing red with rage mine glows white hot as a smith's hammer. When your lungs burn from submerged depression mine are right there waiting to release their final breathe. There are those who turn and marvel like I am some otherworldly being meant to be shoved in a glass cage and goggled at in a zoo. They tell me it is a gift to understand. To that I say: this world is no utopia. How would you like to see every flaw? How would you like to drown in the ocean of tears? How would you like to experience your skin raw from all the fury? How would you like feel the ragged edges of scars raised as far as they were cut with every curious brush of your fingertips? You wouldn't. This is no gift unless from Hell. In my lifetime I have tried to make it so the world doesn't hurt so that I don't hurt. Now I know; I can't. I can't whip the tears from each child's soft chin. I can't massage the ice from each man's shriveled heart. I can't dowse the flames from each woman's fiery tongue. I can't. The only thing I can do is change my position within this world in an attempt to heal my scars. And I am not sure which soothes my pain more: surrounding myself with those from whom I receive the most sorrow and anger and dread because they understand me; they can help, or engulfing myself within the entourage of those who always smile: to drown out all the pain and push the world aside.
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Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 1:32 PM UTC
Freak or Empathic
There is a difference between knowing and understanding. You know how I feel because I have told you; I explain my emotions and you chose to listen. I understand how you feel because I live it. You do not tell me, but I understand exactly the emotions that course through your body and mind and soul. I never chose this. And I never wanted it. When I tell people I am an empathic they mostly roll their eyes. They have no idea what I am talking about, until I touch their skin and relay every emotion of their whole lives. Then they call me freak. But I cannot help it. Anything that feels pain I feel pain for. When your teeth sparkle in laughter's sunlight mine twinkle under the changing moon. When your skin turns searing red with rage mine glows white hot as a smith's hammer. When your lungs burn from submerged depression mine are right there waiting to release their final breathe. There are those who turn and marvel like I am some otherworldly being meant to be shoved in a glass cage and goggled at in a zoo. They tell me it is a gift to understand. To that I say: this world is no utopia. How would you like to see every flaw? How would you like to drown in the ocean of tears? How would you like to experience your skin raw from all the fury? How would you like feel the ragged edges of scars raised as far as they were cut with every curious brush of your fingertips? You wouldn't. This is no gift unless from Hell. In my lifetime I have tried to make it so the world doesn't hurt so that I don't hurt. Now I know; I can't. I can't whip the tears from each child's soft chin. I can't massage the ice from each man's shriveled heart. I can't dowse the flames from each woman's fiery tongue. I can't. The only thing I can do is change my position within this world in an attempt to heal my scars. And I am not sure which soothes my pain more: surrounding myself with those from whom I receive the most sorrow and anger and dread because they understand me; they can help, or engulfing myself within the entourage of those who always smile: to drown out all the pain and push the world aside.
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1 Kings 15:24-  "Then Asa rested with his ancestors and was buried with them in the city of his father David. And Jehoshaphat his son succeeded him as king." Hand passes baton Race not about runners An objective not at odds   To something further than singular It is about the passing Dedicated motion Maintaining of Exchange at maximum speed Invigorating something else Notion of familial   Virtues vested In a completement Of the passing on And a carrying of values So well learned   From another before And His trust given Rewards of a relay Are plural With an instinctual handing off Of Faith In a mentor before
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Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 5:15 PM UTC
Baton
I unlove you I don't care if it's a neologism It's my heart you imprisoned And I unlove you for that You were everything I wanted Because I love everything you're not I love it a lot, like a lot a lot And I love what you don't look like I've fallen head over heels for Whose personality you don't resemble I long for the way your kisses differ How the *** isn't as curricular But of course that's not enough I want to want you And "you" is an easy word to rhyme with So that's what I won't do See how easily I'm distracted away From what you've got, what I can't say? Because all I know is what you don't relay How we share a not-so-bad day I've got a question... if I may I should love you for what you've got, right? For all you are and not for who you're not, right? If this holds true, we'll descend from the spotlight 'Cause I don't care about who you are, just who you're not quite I unlove you with my whole heart And I refuse to dig any further I like to love everthing you're not about And I pray that's okay with you
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Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 2:47 AM UTC
I Unlove You
Here i am... Again writing to the world...here I am...Friend trying to save the girl...This S on my chest aint for games...but Embedded in my soul so I can make a change...here I am...Miss im different so we're both the same...These Powers are strong but you have yet to call my name...but here I am... trying to save the day...From your polluted air waves....that plays in relay...These blades in my knuckles dont just pet and tickle...but the stab and gash....cutting faster then the flash...here I am...Again screaming to the world...Here I am...Tryin to **** the girls...Tryin to **** the girls...Cuz I've be programed to saved the world...But they forgot to tell you I wanna **** the girls...Cuz they all want to be saved...Let them scream my name...I'll slay the ***** monster Cuz here I am..Again....trying to save the world..Fucking all the girls....#Diary 1 of A ****** Superhero
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Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 12:07 PM UTC
Diary 1 of A ****** Superhero
i find it, like a book finds its reader. like the reader finds an old friend between the pages. and the friend, their love returned in full. and love, its givingness become relay. and searching, its pilgrimage.
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Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC
givingness
You wish for me to put in words What I have to say Like the answers that I've given On their own Could never relay They come and go Touch on fate Dissipate and replicate The disingenuous nature That you frequently necessitate Extend your olive branch Then act like you feed me When the branches are famished Needy, condescending and deceiving Conceiving that I'm the villain When I don't respond to how you react Like you could perpetuate in me The supposition for your tact The fact that you lack any original clarity Is the reason I'd never reach to you Like I was Seraphim The simple reason That I'm writing all of this Is simply just to prove to you That I don't have to convince I don't have to persist Rehash, then reminisce Like treading through faded memories with you Will satiate my daily fix I resist Because I know exactly where I'm headed And you insist because that truth Is what keeps us separate Every second You playcate on a pretense When your intentions are crystal clear And I can't provide that service Or serve that purpose While I'm standing here To be perfectly honest I never promised you anything All I did was sigh and reply To how your heart would so readily sing Then you project your insecurities Directly to my face As if I was the one who gave them rise Within the first place Protecting your manipulations While contemplating your motives Are exactly the reasons we're done Before we even started I'm sick of being a punching bag For someone acting devoted And now it's been denoted I've written you off, this story is done This time you're in the subject line Because you are truly NOT the one
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Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 12:45 AM UTC
This Time
You wish for me to put in words What I have to say Like the answers that I've given On their own Could never relay They come and go Touch on fate Dissipate and replicate The disingenuous nature That you frequently necessitate Extend your olive branch Then act like you feed me When the branches are famished Needy, condescending and deceiving Conceiving that I'm the villain When I don't respond to how you react Like you could perpetuate in me The supposition for your tact The fact that you lack any original clarity Is the reason I'd never reach to you Like I was Seraphim The simple reason That I'm writing all of this Is simply just to prove to you That I don't have to convince I don't have to persist Rehash, then reminisce Like treading through faded memories with you Will satiate my daily fix I resist Because I know exactly where I'm headed And you insist because that truth Is what keeps us separate Every second You playcate on a pretense When your intentions are crystal clear And I can't provide that service Or serve that purpose While I'm standing here To be perfectly honest I never promised you anything All I did was sigh and reply To how your heart would so readily sing Then you project your insecurities Directly to my face As if I was the one who gave them rise Within the first place Protecting your manipulations While contemplating your motives Are exactly the reasons we're done Before we even started I'm sick of being a punching bag For someone acting devoted And now it's been denoted I've written you off, this story is done This time you're in the subject line Because you are truly NOT the one
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It was a pan and bake No it wasn’t going to be a cake Something new in holiday cheer Encourage travel and not draw fear The idea came to create a Gingerbread Hound Bus Even the Greyhound racing dog wouldn’t even fuss Craftsmanship of the mold and ingredients in producing the Gingerbread Hound Bus Gingerbread Hound Bus in being steady A welcomed holiday treat The highlight being the lights Fresh from the oven being sheer delight All aboard in the kitchen The Gingerbread Hound Bus has reserved your seat No need to push as there is plenty to eat Yet the Gingerbread Hound Bus looks too good to put in one’s mouth It should be mounted and on display To my fellow bus nuts this is a relay Giving thanks should be every day The Gingerbread Hound Bus is spreading the word It’s the Gingerbread in wanting to be heard “A Gingerbread Hound Bus filled with sugar and spice, and it is also bringing the holiday spirit with the feeling of nice. Yet the Hound Bus in giving advice. The Gingerbread Hound Bus welcomes you to dig in, but remember it is the Gingerbread Hound Bus that says when”.
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Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 8:02 PM UTC
THE GINGERBREAD HOUND BUS
It's the fragmented relationships and the attempts. It's the strength you have to believe is in there, somewhere It's the hope for the future and the bible verses that hold me, and you, together. It's the tears and the shame and the relatable lyrics that hold you, like a warm blanket after hours of terribly poetry in a cold, windowless room, that cradle us in our flammable youth, that extinguish the flames of potential misery, that relay the truth after months of running from just that. I don't want to feel this way anymore. The simple lies are, I don't know what I'm blindfolding myself against. Sense? What for? Who needs to make that? These words are the fragmented seashells alongside the shore of my emotions. As often as you find a sand dollar whole, will my poetry (or lack thereof) appeal to anyone besides the lies personified that reside in my flammable heart.
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May 31, 2012
May 31, 2012 at 11:50 AM UTC
Another,
Quake before your ruler if only for an hour! He rules your mind with the echoes of this audible power! Praise him like you would the faith of your mind, But the faith of your body and soul shall be aligned! Praise the bass-line as the endocrines race. The drugs in her pocket with ***** you'll chase. **** our futures! We're young! We'll rave til the sun! Our happiness this moment won't relay the deeds done!" They won't rant while they rage, Like humans trapped in their cage. The animals are free 'til they sleep in their grave! Abandon your god and pray to the rave!
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Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 8:53 AM UTC
Rave