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Up at the poles, towards the north of the north, in those magical skies, exists a Goddess called Aurora Borealis. Full of her vivid electromagnetic charm, and her luminous green path of pure sheer light, appeared in my dreams and whispered in my ears, "Why don't you join me here for a night?" I said I wish I could but I have a responsibility to bear, She replied, " C'mon now sweet girl, your job is right here. Channel your energy through me and I will give you everything you desire." I agreed to her and closed my eyes, of course, how would I repudiate the Goddess of Dawn and Ice? Lifting my head in surprise, following her line of sight, far off the velvety night. She came close to me and whispered, " But what is it that you no longer fear?" I opened my eyes in surprise to only watch her disappear, and that is when I realized, it's time to dream higher than the Ionosphere.
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Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 12:01 PM UTC
A Northern Dream
365 Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat? Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions, It quivers from the Forge Without a color, but the light Of unanointed Blaze. Least Village has its Blacksmith Whose Anvil’s even ring Stands symbol for the finer Forge That soundless tugs—within— Refining these impatient Ores With Hammer, and with Blaze Until the Designated Light Repudiate the Forge—
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Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
I will not attribute honor To easy principles and claims That war is just a plaything Of the murderous insane For the Jews of Amsterdam For the outcasts and the lame The hard won liberation For honor lays good claim Let’s not attribute honour Or repudiate the same Without examination Of the motives in the frame Behind each complex battle To bring calm or to inflame Ten thousand tiny choices One for honor, one for shame.
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Jul 1, 2010
Jul 1, 2010 at 3:14 PM UTC
War Honor?
Advocate of the nonexistant You are all bends encircling Circuts of truth verses lies is removed When diagram of entrails is eviscerated Attestation that hinders, lingers beyond Concealing, subsisting, not we Nothings are baseless, breathing is useless Repudiate this knowing at once Doctrines and concepts have derrived Theories are growing while eras moved on Delusions set in when axiom gone Delusions are not when one dies Attestation that hinders, lingers afar Concealing, subsisting, not I Everything's baseless, breathing is useless Repudiate this knowing at once Prostulate the higher is there We all crave desolate space Subside from afar a seperate reaps Subside from afar there is none
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Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 12:51 PM UTC
Nihilism 2
One Sunday On one of our many births We must become the Pappa and Mamma of an ancient Nazrani tharavadu. I will go in the morning And return with A kilo of beef meat With bones Two kilos of tapioca And may be also a *** of toddy From the toddy tapper. While I slice the meat You will crush the coconut mix In the grinding stone. I will come, now and then, And wipe my face In the chatta and mundu Draped folds of yours. Go away you shameless man You will dub The slogan of a coy mistress. Meanwhile I’ll drum quick rhythms On your buttocks Graced With pleats. The kids will see You’ll repudiate, with your eyes With the sun Our bodies also will get warmer Drops of sweat Will make studs On your Nose. With the fold of My chequered mundu I will wipe them off. The sun will grow warmer The toddy inside Will simmer In our bodies An insatiable hunger will torment. The aroma of The beef curry with the coconut mix That you cooked Will drift into my nose. Unable to control the craving I will pick Tapioca pieces from it and eat. The hot bits will smolder my tongue. “You Glutton” You will then Whisper to my ears By the time I wash my hands and sit Calling out to the kids And you, to come for lunch The 12.30 bell will ring in the church. From that unexpected Sunday Which we spent Stingily We will set aside Some memories for the next creation. Trans: Shyma P
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Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 9:41 PM UTC
Sunday
*"Every inordinate cup is unblessed and the ingredient is a devil."* The sun has set and the switch between lives is applicable. We are all dead tonight. Frozen in a hidden world far away from innocence and frowning faces. Far past the sun and far past plastic cups and lost inhibitions, lost in a torrent of ecstasy: we transform into beasts. Beyond this and so much more Beyond undeserving smiles and lustful pursuits Beyond "no regrets" and spilt drinks And hollow laughter and moonlit faces And spins and joy and misery and And and this, and so much more. I will never grow old... I will never grow old. *And let me the canakin clink clink* 'Pandora left all but hope, I watched the world unfold from out in a cage, it was quite beautiful until I lived a life there. The world I see is not the world I live. Dare I to choose a life sanctity? To repudiate the winelife and sit in silence, pure? I will find pain in both worlds. Might as well have fun in our misery.'
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Jul 5, 2010
Jul 5, 2010 at 3:43 PM UTC
Embracing Dionysus
The fragments of the sumptuous thirty-plus have been dispersed about me These shards, not merely placed here accidentally, rather having found their way through the hands of one who would have them for a night then repudiate them. That’s how it would seem to the hordes of eyes who’s business goes unattended for that sole reason. Now it is my duty to live with a title others who bear the plague of an unburdened dangling protuberance as a prerogative of the captivatingly covetable. Through those very eyes they exert themselves to live vicariously through your eyes. How foolish are the feeble minded. to so easily set out on a self cataclysmic odyssey. When viewed from the eyes of the sumptuous thirty-plus the perspective have been effectively skewed. The acclaim you were once engrossed in has altered. Transmutation has taken effect. Soon the communal cogitation of the multitudes will subsume the feeble minded Thus creating only one possibly point of terminus: solitary confinement.
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Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 10:03 AM UTC
Apology
I am being born again and again From above Not from the will of men And in these births is one aching desire to connect with you my sister, my bride I'll never have another Lover I've always had infinite lovers My awareness has contracted In order to expand explosively Come and drink with me Let us have our fill of love Intoxicating Our spirits touching one another tenderly and willingly Let us open one another To the vulnerability That love requires Throwing down our shields and weapons to see the fruit of our desires Oh, the pangs of this inexpressible love Come away with me Come away and drink with me It is with my blood that I write these words to you My blood is spirit My very life I will never lose a single one of you Friends and lovers We could never lose each other Wandering alone through Maya all along, the illusion drawing us together This is our primal nature Forsake the law And repudiate morality This is our very destiny Let us be naked Let us expose ourselves Let us share ourselves freely Let us connect completely What is the law if not only the darkest magic We have ever found ourselves enslaved to? Hyper-rationality Fed good and evil from the same tree Enlightenment Apollo Darkening our Dionysian revelry But it was for a purpose Transcending means including But with equality Why should Apollo rule Dionysius? Why should Bacchus yield to the hammer of Hephaestus? Can you see we've always been completely innocent? Do you still imagine that Love includes any imperfection? Can you see that we are One and only One? And that the One is always absolutely perfect? Oh, our folly Of free will and control Don't we know that we are each and every one A multitude? I am a community I fulfill the law of my community's desire And care for all of them tenderly But I do not exert control I am community Come commune with me We'll express the inexpressible Playfully In turn We are each communities Let our communities partake together Of this Dionysian revelry Making love from dusk till dawn Then making love again Let us leave the law and moral code For other women, other men Love under will And fulfill the law of do what thou will Only Love can thus possess you But know that Love, this Chief of Daimons Had possessed you before you ever thought of Her Her name is Being, Consiousness, and Bliss Have I merely drunk too much? No, I cannot ever have my fill Let me dream of friends and lovers Let me love under the Will
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Jan 25, 2024
Jan 25, 2024 at 10:47 PM UTC
Drinking Song
I am being born again and again From above Not from the will of men And in these births is one aching desire to connect with you my sister, my bride I'll never have another Lover I've always had infinite lovers My awareness has contracted In order to expand explosively Come and drink with me Let us have our fill of love Intoxicating Our spirits touching one another tenderly and willingly Let us open one another To the vulnerability That love requires Throwing down our shields and weapons to see the fruit of our desires Oh, the pangs of this inexpressible love Come away with me Come away and drink with me It is with my blood that I write these words to you My blood is spirit My very life I will never lose a single one of you Friends and lovers We could never lose each other Wandering alone through Maya all along, the illusion drawing us together This is our primal nature Forsake the law And repudiate morality This is our very destiny Let us be naked Let us expose ourselves Let us share ourselves freely Let us connect completely What is the law if not only the darkest magic We have ever found ourselves enslaved to? Hyper-rationality Fed good and evil from the same tree Enlightenment Apollo Darkening our Dionysian revelry But it was for a purpose Transcending means including But with equality Why should Apollo rule Dionysius? Why should Bacchus yield to the hammer of Hephaestus? Can you see we've always been completely innocent? Do you still imagine that Love includes any imperfection? Can you see that we are One and only One? And that the One is always absolutely perfect? Oh, our folly Of free will and control Don't we know that we are each and every one A multitude? I am a community I fulfill the law of my community's desire And care for all of them tenderly But I do not exert control I am community Come commune with me We'll express the inexpressible Playfully In turn We are each communities Let our communities partake together Of this Dionysian revelry Making love from dusk till dawn Then making love again Let us leave the law and moral code For other women, other men Love under will And fulfill the law of do what thou will Only Love can thus possess you But know that Love, this Chief of Daimons Had possessed you before you ever thought of Her Her name is Being, Consiousness, and Bliss Have I merely drunk too much? No, I cannot ever have my fill Let me dream of friends and lovers Let me love under the Will
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oh how misleading time can be never to bring out ones good because evil in you is all I can see retracing these steps will get you nowhere but journeys like this are pointless we should just turn around and head back there then I'll be a hypocrite and I refuse to be you complications like this simplify reality because we're ready for what's next we can turn our lives into a story you told me I'd never be satisfied with that life as if you remember it's way too easy for me thanks to you I'll never be content thanks to you I can't be happy I have to fix this problem now with time never on my side it's getting worse against my vow I'll listen to the clock tick as I watch you smoke a cigarette and I think "oh what a hypocrite" I'm running out of time before you run away too bad I've gone insane it makes our state seem so inane just repudiate me like before crawl up in the garbage you call a lifestyle and don't get mad because you're pushing me away even more I consider it more as time goes by that you can never be helped you are draining me of my life I accept that you won't be fine my last days won't be spent on you and that only kills me in sooner time
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Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 10:09 PM UTC
addictions are skin deep
I’m so tired of the superficial Tired of the cliché So tired of the inconsequential repetition. I was begging you to love me I have always given you the best of me But you thank me by stalling Like the best of me wasn’t enough. You can’t say a simple word Just to gratify my heart in the end? You say you’re finished with me. Fine. Either way I swear, I salute to you. Because there is this vast mountain to climb boys… If you’re my guy… Understand this… I want an incomprehensible love. I want you to not stare into my eyes, but my soul. I want our hearts to be so loud. I want my brain to go wild, spinning in circles. I want you to love to hear my name escape your lips. I want you to miss my voice inevitably. I want you to hold my hand to never see me frown. I want you to not be too shy to be grabby and needy, Just softly hug your smile to mine when it all goes down. You want to get away from it all? Get away from the things I live? Well if you yield to stop You can forget to publish your mark. See if I care. I won’t okay your proclaims. I will repudiate, Discard, Decline, Refuse, Jilt that very first day, I’m not going to dedicate this poem to you. All I wanted was to be wanted by you But I was so Naïve, Before I swore I’d miss you But things change. I thought you had helped me find Who I was supposed to be But time slows down and she’s all wrong. I have taken a deep breath and say it’s not true. See? Again you confuse me. So I appoint you a hail to get the hell out. So I just tweaked my love list, And I said no to you. Keep acting cool Around everyone else They don’t know what a ***** you are, Though I wish they did, But life isn’t like that, And I say no, no, no. And I promise you, You’ll never see me with someone like you again
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Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 6:40 PM UTC
The cliché
I’m so tired of the superficial Tired of the cliché So tired of the inconsequential repetition. I was begging you to love me I have always given you the best of me But you thank me by stalling Like the best of me wasn’t enough. You can’t say a simple word Just to gratify my heart in the end? You say you’re finished with me. Fine. Either way I swear, I salute to you. Because there is this vast mountain to climb boys… If you’re my guy… Understand this… I want an incomprehensible love. I want you to not stare into my eyes, but my soul. I want our hearts to be so loud. I want my brain to go wild, spinning in circles. I want you to love to hear my name escape your lips. I want you to miss my voice inevitably. I want you to hold my hand to never see me frown. I want you to not be too shy to be grabby and needy, Just softly hug your smile to mine when it all goes down. You want to get away from it all? Get away from the things I live? Well if you yield to stop You can forget to publish your mark. See if I care. I won’t okay your proclaims. I will repudiate, Discard, Decline, Refuse, Jilt that very first day, I’m not going to dedicate this poem to you. All I wanted was to be wanted by you But I was so Naïve, Before I swore I’d miss you But things change. I thought you had helped me find Who I was supposed to be But time slows down and she’s all wrong. I have taken a deep breath and say it’s not true. See? Again you confuse me. So I appoint you a hail to get the hell out. So I just tweaked my love list, And I said no to you. Keep acting cool Around everyone else They don’t know what a ***** you are, Though I wish they did, But life isn’t like that, And I say no, no, no. And I promise you, You’ll never see me with someone like you again
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part of the issue is that people spend so much time trying to quantify paradise; trying to delineate what exactly it would look like, and what the air would taste like. that’s not necessarily plausible. the imaginations of men are acquiescent to their experiences. as a species, we form opinions based on societal designs that stress a need for instant judgement. we’re contained in an age of information and instance; an age that has rendered deliberation and reflection archaisms -- tasks delegated to philosophers and poets and writers for literary magazines, and other ‘nonessential’ social functions. “nonessential” because of a permanent, entirely pervasive air of cynicality and ignorance that has descended upon us as a species. I digress; people decide what they delight in, and what they detest; what they revere, or what they repudiate, based on quick decisions and first impressions. this is paradise and there is nothing else to see don’t you think you’ve seen it all?
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Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 11:14 PM UTC
wonderland
my life, twenty years bearing my heart to those who would repudiate me as soon as the chance surfaced i wonder if you think of me and then i stop wondering about you i can no longer love anyone else more than i love myself
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Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 2:25 AM UTC
vital
As one of the blue-jacketed workers As a defiant student As a child of poverty Who never had a bicycle to ride to the Sorbonne I repudiate your vivid red flags And your graduate-school keyboard revolution And your catalogue of cliches’ and cant And your crawling housefly symbolism As one of the blue-jacketet workers As a defiant student After an all-night shift in the plastics factory I like my cuppa Earl Grey tea in my bleeding hands Someday I’ll have a bourgeois balcony And from it look down on your stereotypes
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May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 3:54 PM UTC
A Worker's Response to Carol Vanderveer Hamilton's "May Day"
Abater, wherein art thou? Hung in hopeless romantic gallow's? Stuck in a cloud? Abdicate this volition repudiate The time is now; For the pearlied gate's. Proliferation's hit mine glut None staying behind; No if's, and's, or what's. Grandiose word's from other's, to much saidst Guile liar's; Of unholiness. Fidelity gone unseen Lost in the finesse of foment dream's; Daunting foresight, dearth belief Snakes with teeth, to slither thine audacity!!! Abstinent, they locketh their beak's Their two people by nature, masked freaks; Giveth thee evidence, of non-concrete They shuffleth their feet, for defaming fun. Biographer's, of their own self Don't careth, for noone else; Trap us in a wanting hell, wherein croon's art pain, pain is swell.. We fall We fell In their devour....... . ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry
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Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
Crooning crow's
Is ignorance truly the path to bliss? *Walk the avenue of emptiness & discover the strange meaning of peace. When life fades into a soft monochrome, A translucent, angelic mist of white Descends like tinsels of lucid satin Gliding from an opened window…* Blinding the soul? *Here the docile mind flutters like a snowflake Guided by the gentle push of tepid winds, Perfectly content to wallow in this Incandescent void of thoughtlessness; A realm that’s absent of philosophy; A realm that’s absent of a direction.* But at what cost? *Repudiate your dreams & beliefs; Empty them from your mind & let them plummet Out your ears as if they were violent Rivulets cascading from a mountain Crevice & lathering on jagged rocks Below... do this and you will walk this road.* **Is ignorance truly the path to bliss? An existence without the joys of life? Without the power of choice & thought? Without clear individuality?** It is a shame if so.
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Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC
The Avenue Of Emptiness
Abater where art thou? Hung in gallows? Stuck on cloud? Abdicate this volition repudiate The time is now For the pearlied gate's, Profliations hit mine glut No staying behind If, and's or what's...... Grandiose word's from others, to much said Guile betrayer's Of unholiness!!!!!! Fidelity gone unseen Lost in finesse of torment dreams Daunting foresight, dearth belief's Snakes with teeth, to slither thine audacity!!!!! Abstinent they locketh their beak's Two people in their bipolar nature, masked freaks, Giveth thee evidence of non-concrete They shuffle their feet for defaming fun!!!! Biographer's of their own self Don't care for noone else, Trap us in a limbo hell Wherein croon's art pains, pain is swell We fall We fell........ In their devour!!!!!!!
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Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 8:11 PM UTC
Crooning deviate!!!
Let's not be afraid to make a stand Against hate and bigotry on this land Let's stop the hypocrites cold Now. Let's repudiate their old Ideas and their archaic and spurious values Let's unmask them and expose their views Sectarianism may be a fancy or ostentatious word To talk about racism. But it is the same sharp sword Which can decapitate and destroy good people Bigotry is bad. May you be white, black or purple Let's be against white prejudice Let's be against black prejudice Let's be against ignorance and intolerance Let's vote for love, intelligence and common sense Say NO, loud and clear to bigotry Vote NO, against racism and hate Vote for love, equality, and liberty Expose and vote against the candidate Who despises the Muslims, the Mexicans The Syrians and the wounded Veterans They are all our brothers and sisters Who are suffering under strange situation Let's vote against the bigots and the haters Let's say NO to racism, and take action At the voting booth. Let's vote for UNITY And togetherness. Together: we are strong Divided: we are weak, stupid and wrong Let's find no excuses, let's defeat the followers Of ****** Mussolini, the Third ***** the haters Who are sneaky, deceitful, duplicitous, and shady We are ONE against the bullies of this country Let's vote for LOVE, freedom, liberty, and fraternity Let's vote against sectarianism, hate, and bigotry Today, tomorrow, and forever Love is eternal; love is better. Copyright © November,2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
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Nov 2, 2024
Nov 2, 2024 at 2:05 AM UTC
Vote No Against Hate And Bigotry
Let's not be afraid to make a stand Against hate and bigotry on this land Let's stop the hypocrites cold Now. Let's repudiate their old Ideas and their archaic and spurious values Let's unmask them and expose their views Sectarianism may be a fancy or ostentatious word To talk about racism. But it is the same sharp sword Which can decapitate and destroy good people Bigotry is bad. May you be white, black or purple Let's be against white prejudice Let's be against black prejudice Let's be against ignorance and intolerance Let's vote for love, intelligence and common sense Say NO, loud and clear to bigotry Vote NO, against racism and hate Vote for love, equality, and liberty Expose and vote against the candidate Who despises the Muslims, the Mexicans The Syrians and the wounded Veterans They are all our brothers and sisters Who are suffering under strange situation Let's vote against the bigots and the haters Let's say NO to racism, and take action At the voting booth. Let's vote for UNITY And togetherness. Together: we are strong Divided: we are weak, stupid and wrong Let's find no excuses, let's defeat the followers Of ****** Mussolini, the Third ***** the haters Who are sneaky, deceitful, duplicitous, and shady We are ONE against the bullies of this country Let's vote for LOVE, freedom, liberty, and fraternity Let's vote against sectarianism, hate, and bigotry Today, tomorrow, and forever Love is eternal; love is better. Copyright © November,2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
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Your verisimilitude is deceiving. The memories we've shared are momentous. I thought there would be a probability of "us" but you rebuff the love I've showed and left me confused. The inception of our story is the part which I loved the most. This past few days I was lost and crestfallen by the memory of you. I never felt reluctant on every word you said and promised. But they were just words, words that will never be executed. I need to obviate myself from hoping. Our love became prosaic as you slowly repudiate this nerve racking feelings of mine. The thought of you should unyoked my mind for my heart opposes with my common sense. Thank you for watching me as I fall.
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Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 9:03 PM UTC
Untitled
One should never regret coming away From any crowd, and certainly not now: Their loving voices are raised in chants of hate And their funny hats aren’t funny at all Their ultimate freedom is the freedom to Obey with love the loudest loving leader Who twists their supplicant hands to fists of love For beating harmony into us all One will never regret coming away From any crowd, and certainly not today
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Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 4:39 PM UTC
Repudiate Deindividuation for Bipeds
Backspace           Remove               Cut out               Obliterate Expun Cancel                 Omit                   Efface Demolish Terminate Revoke           Eradicate Blot out Negate Extinguish Undo Disengage Erase Abridge Repudiate Void Retract Abrogate What is our purpose here, other than to regret things we cannot delete?
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Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 2:39 PM UTC
Delete
In Life, Ephemeral                                                       In Death, Oblique                                           One in the same                                           Together Unique While Life is a series of Twists and turns                                    Death is a summary of what someone has learned                                   This is a story of a boy and a girl                          Who lived their lives in a very small world The boy had planned on a very long day                                                   While the girl was eager on passing away He wanted to travel from place to place                                                   She wanted to depart with a hurried pace The man living Life, thought to be immune                                             As the girl's luck seemed to run inopportune                                  Both deciding to repudiate                 All the lies they were told, designed to obliterate The form of his optimism left in his wake                                    And the shape of her sorrow giving her heartache Death seems so bleak, avoiding the light                                                Life a beautiful lie, it’s truths it will not cite Searching for items from origins of avarice                                           Seeing the world from her eyes of pure justice                     Rendering their actions in Life and Death Tedious His logic, complex and seeming sarcastic                                                          Her logic, ironic maybe even fantastic An entreatment for guidance was all that he sought                                                   A plethora of skepticism deepens the plot                 Their mindsets so morbid, often inordinate                 Hearken the call and quit with the obstinate Exploring the abstruse way of life                                                    Creating a way to progress without strife Life forcing his early resignation                                                                              Resonant in her memories                                                                     She plummets into lamentation In life Ephemeral                                                               In Death oblique                                      One in the same                                      Together unique
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Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 7:57 PM UTC
A Beginning To The End
In Life, Ephemeral                                                       In Death, Oblique                                           One in the same                                           Together Unique While Life is a series of Twists and turns                                    Death is a summary of what someone has learned                                   This is a story of a boy and a girl                          Who lived their lives in a very small world The boy had planned on a very long day                                                   While the girl was eager on passing away He wanted to travel from place to place                                                   She wanted to depart with a hurried pace The man living Life, thought to be immune                                             As the girl's luck seemed to run inopportune                                  Both deciding to repudiate                 All the lies they were told, designed to obliterate The form of his optimism left in his wake                                    And the shape of her sorrow giving her heartache Death seems so bleak, avoiding the light                                                Life a beautiful lie, it’s truths it will not cite Searching for items from origins of avarice                                           Seeing the world from her eyes of pure justice                     Rendering their actions in Life and Death Tedious His logic, complex and seeming sarcastic                                                          Her logic, ironic maybe even fantastic An entreatment for guidance was all that he sought                                                   A plethora of skepticism deepens the plot                 Their mindsets so morbid, often inordinate                 Hearken the call and quit with the obstinate Exploring the abstruse way of life                                                    Creating a way to progress without strife Life forcing his early resignation                                                                              Resonant in her memories                                                                     She plummets into lamentation In life Ephemeral                                                               In Death oblique                                      One in the same                                      Together unique
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I won't equivocate. Vile lies, I'll repudiate before it's too late.
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Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 7:19 PM UTC
Next Time
Love and the Sunday Funnies We will not turn on the radio today We will repudiate its veto over us We will silence its news and its noise We will not wait upon its appointed hours We will sit in the windowlight and read Maybe the Great Books, or maybe the funnies -The funnies! Let’s read the funnies to each other, and laugh About Charlie Brown and his kite-eating tree And joyfully fling the funnies and ourselves Upon the sunbeams, all over the floor
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Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 2:37 PM UTC
Love and the Sunday Funnies (public access)
Never repudiate a spiritual heart you may be its only property
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Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 1:16 PM UTC
maybe