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Education is currently being used as a weapon to arm the educated to defend the system. Question the system. Go out there and equip yourself for the right belief. Be a dreamer. The dream is beautiful. The problem with dreams is that you don’t know the dream has turned into a nightmare until you wake up. Are you awake? Be awake. The problem with being awake; we need to rest. Lucidly dream. Be lucid. The problem with being lucid; you’re lucid. There was a dream not long ago. The dream was beautiful. We liked the dream, the dream became ours and we slept. Slowly we all grew tired. Those that did not need to sleep, those that did not like our dream, we treated like children. We know that we need to rest and we were tired. We left our children to starve. We forced others to sleep and so, we forced our children to sleep. Even in our sleep, we forced others to sleep. And so the big dream grew. It became nightmare. We all dream. Be aware of others dreams. Be aware of others while we sleep. Be aware of those that sleep while we awaken. When you wake and see your siblings rest no longer. That their dream, once ours, has turned to terror. The problem with dreams… We force our children to sleep. Is this bad? Always question. Should we force them to wake? Force can create. Force can destroy. The problem with being awake, when we know our brothers and sisters sweat in there nightmares; we have a choice. That is not a choice to wake them or not. To hope for the best. That the nightmare will end and the dream will return. A dream that has travelled through the terrors of our minds will not return the same. Would you like the red pill or the blue pill? Is there good and bad? Force can create and destroy. Be mindful of how you wake. Be lucid of how you force others to wake. Tea or coffee; a cigarette; some breakfast; some fear? Use balance. We are all unique. I have a personal story. As I wrote this, typos occurred in the original edit. The technology, ‘swipe’ was used.  I meant to spell unique and unite was spelt. Personal became powerful and with turned to WE. Is there a reason ‘i’ should always be capitalized? ‘i’ wish to be mindful of my readers. ‘i’ want to stay true to them. We that can read are the readers. ‘i’ am the reader. When I isn’t capitalized I began to feel more comfortable with using it, if i gave it arms; ‘i’. And when I typed to explain that, I went to preferring if isn’t typing out ‘and then i and then ‘, to just type two of them; ii. We don’t want to be alone. There’s no I in teamwork but there is and I in kind. I is complicated. Be you. Find your voice. Have a voice and be aware. Others have a voice. What would happen if we all respected each other’s voice? What would happen if we all had the same voice? That was the beauty of the dream. The dream is travelling through nightmare and is slowly returning. It has changed. Unite our uniqueness’s. Do you eat fast food? I love it. It is a dream… Do I eat it all the time, I hope not. Ken Robinson is a good man to ask. Consider food for the mind. There are beliefs out there. There’s a belief out there that our world is ****** Forgive the language. Understand it. I wanted to say, ‘that our world is doomed; eternally ****** to be destroyed’ and that scared me. **** There will always be nightmares, disaster and destruction. What is an ‘aster’? Curious. When did we chose to destroy; each other? Could we create; each other? There’s a belief out there for that one too. Are you awake, yet?
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Sep 22, 2012
Sep 22, 2012 at 9:06 AM UTC
michael-thaemus-vance
.What is an Aster?
Education is currently being used as a weapon to arm the educated to defend the system. Question the system. Go out there and equip yourself for the right belief. Be a dreamer. The dream is beautiful. The problem with dreams is that you don’t know the dream has turned into a nightmare until you wake up. Are you awake? Be awake. The problem with being awake; we need to rest. Lucidly dream. Be lucid. The problem with being lucid; you’re lucid. There was a dream not long ago. The dream was beautiful. We liked the dream, the dream became ours and we slept. Slowly we all grew tired. Those that did not need to sleep, those that did not like our dream, we treated like children. We know that we need to rest and we were tired. We left our children to starve. We forced others to sleep and so, we forced our children to sleep. Even in our sleep, we forced others to sleep. And so the big dream grew. It became nightmare. We all dream. Be aware of others dreams. Be aware of others while we sleep. Be aware of those that sleep while we awaken. When you wake and see your siblings rest no longer. That their dream, once ours, has turned to terror. The problem with dreams… We force our children to sleep. Is this bad? Always question. Should we force them to wake? Force can create. Force can destroy. The problem with being awake, when we know our brothers and sisters sweat in there nightmares; we have a choice. That is not a choice to wake them or not. To hope for the best. That the nightmare will end and the dream will return. A dream that has travelled through the terrors of our minds will not return the same. Would you like the red pill or the blue pill? Is there good and bad? Force can create and destroy. Be mindful of how you wake. Be lucid of how you force others to wake. Tea or coffee; a cigarette; some breakfast; some fear? Use balance. We are all unique. I have a personal story. As I wrote this, typos occurred in the original edit. The technology, ‘swipe’ was used.  I meant to spell unique and unite was spelt. Personal became powerful and with turned to WE. Is there a reason ‘i’ should always be capitalized? ‘i’ wish to be mindful of my readers. ‘i’ want to stay true to them. We that can read are the readers. ‘i’ am the reader. When I isn’t capitalized I began to feel more comfortable with using it, if i gave it arms; ‘i’. And when I typed to explain that, I went to preferring if isn’t typing out ‘and then i and then ‘, to just type two of them; ii. We don’t want to be alone. There’s no I in teamwork but there is and I in kind. I is complicated. Be you. Find your voice. Have a voice and be aware. Others have a voice. What would happen if we all respected each other’s voice? What would happen if we all had the same voice? That was the beauty of the dream. The dream is travelling through nightmare and is slowly returning. It has changed. Unite our uniqueness’s. Do you eat fast food? I love it. It is a dream… Do I eat it all the time, I hope not. Ken Robinson is a good man to ask. Consider food for the mind. There are beliefs out there. There’s a belief out there that our world is ****** Forgive the language. Understand it. I wanted to say, ‘that our world is doomed; eternally ****** to be destroyed’ and that scared me. **** There will always be nightmares, disaster and destruction. What is an ‘aster’? Curious. When did we chose to destroy; each other? Could we create; each other? There’s a belief out there for that one too. Are you awake, yet?
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Breaking News A Robinson’s affair It has been called party goers in beware The Pelican Club know fore shoot outs There are also fights to talk about The Chef’s have been making guest sick The Pelican Club is not a good pick The ratings of the club had been very low Business is certainly somewhat slow As a poet journalist, I will tell you, “Let the Pelican Club go” The Flamingo Club is the place to be When you walk inside this is what you will see Flamingo bird statues decked out in black and white with an offset of red bowties Music that will make you serene in an automatic dance The whole atmosphere will put you in a trance Yet each dancing step you will seem to advance All kinds of drinks for you to sup However don’t forget to leave a tip The Flamingo Club will make you feel special like the bird itself The Flamingo Club is not like everybody else This journalist being the poet in reporting in what you needed to know It goes too show Take in the Flamingo Club and just let senses go.
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Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 5:34 AM UTC
preservationman
FLAMINGO’S SIGHTINGS
Breaking News A Robinson’s affair It has been called party goers in beware The Pelican Club know fore shoot outs There are also fights to talk about The Chef’s have been making guest sick The Pelican Club is not a good pick The ratings of the club had been very low Business is certainly somewhat slow As a poet journalist, I will tell you, “Let the Pelican Club go” The Flamingo Club is the place to be When you walk inside this is what you will see Flamingo bird statues decked out in black and white with an offset of red bowties Music that will make you serene in an automatic dance The whole atmosphere will put you in a trance Yet each dancing step you will seem to advance All kinds of drinks for you to sup However don’t forget to leave a tip The Flamingo Club will make you feel special like the bird itself The Flamingo Club is not like everybody else This journalist being the poet in reporting in what you needed to know It goes too show Take in the Flamingo Club and just let senses go.
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(co-written by Sharon Robinson) Everybody knows that the dice are loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed Everybody knows that the war is over Everybody knows the good guys lost Everybody knows the fight was fixed The poor stay poor, the rich get rich That's how it goes Everybody knows Everybody knows that the boat is leaking Everybody knows the captain lied Everybody got this broken feeling Like their father or their dog just died Everybody talking to their pockets Everybody wants a box of chocolates And a long stem rose Everybody knows Everybody knows that you love me baby Everybody knows that you really do Everybody knows that you've been faithful Ah give or take a night or two Everybody knows you've been discreet But there were so many people you just had to meet Without your clothes And everybody knows Everybody knows, everybody knows That's how it goes Everybody knows Everybody knows, everybody knows That's how it goes Everybody knows And everybody knows that it's now or never Everybody knows that it's me or you And everybody knows that you live forever Ah when you've done a line or two Everybody knows the deal is rotten Old Black Joe's still pickin' cotton For your ribbons and bows And everybody knows And everybody knows that the Plague is coming Everybody knows that it's moving fast Everybody knows that the naked man and woman Are just a shining artifact of the past Everybody knows the scene is dead But there's gonna be a meter on your bed That will disclose What everybody knows And everybody knows that you're in trouble Everybody knows what you've been through From the ****** cross on top of Calvary To the beach of Malibu Everybody knows it's coming apart Take one last look at this Sacred Heart Before it blows And everybody knows Everybody knows, everybody knows That's how it goes Everybody knows Oh everybody knows, everybody knows That's how it goes Everybody knows Everybody knows
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Leonard Cohen
Everybody Knows
(co-written by Sharon Robinson) Everybody knows that the dice are loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed Everybody knows that the war is over Everybody knows the good guys lost Everybody knows the fight was fixed The poor stay poor, the rich get rich That's how it goes Everybody knows Everybody knows that the boat is leaking Everybody knows the captain lied Everybody got this broken feeling Like their father or their dog just died Everybody talking to their pockets Everybody wants a box of chocolates And a long stem rose Everybody knows Everybody knows that you love me baby Everybody knows that you really do Everybody knows that you've been faithful Ah give or take a night or two Everybody knows you've been discreet But there were so many people you just had to meet Without your clothes And everybody knows Everybody knows, everybody knows That's how it goes Everybody knows Everybody knows, everybody knows That's how it goes Everybody knows And everybody knows that it's now or never Everybody knows that it's me or you And everybody knows that you live forever Ah when you've done a line or two Everybody knows the deal is rotten Old Black Joe's still pickin' cotton For your ribbons and bows And everybody knows And everybody knows that the Plague is coming Everybody knows that it's moving fast Everybody knows that the naked man and woman Are just a shining artifact of the past Everybody knows the scene is dead But there's gonna be a meter on your bed That will disclose What everybody knows And everybody knows that you're in trouble Everybody knows what you've been through From the ****** cross on top of Calvary To the beach of Malibu Everybody knows it's coming apart Take one last look at this Sacred Heart Before it blows And everybody knows Everybody knows, everybody knows That's how it goes Everybody knows Oh everybody knows, everybody knows That's how it goes Everybody knows Everybody knows
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well, first Mae West died and then George Raft, and Eddie G. Robinson's been gone a long time, and Bogart and Gable and Grable, and Laurel and Hardy and the Marx Brothers, all those Saturday afternoons at the movies as a boy are gone now and I look around this room and it looks back at me and then out through the window. time hangs helpless from the doorknob as a gold paperweight of an owl looks up at me (an old man now) who must sit and endure these many empty Saturday afternoons.
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Charles Bukowski
sit and endure
well, first Mae West died and then George Raft, and Eddie G. Robinson's been gone a long time, and Bogart and Gable and Grable, and Laurel and Hardy and the Marx Brothers, all those Saturday afternoons at the movies as a boy are gone now and I look around this room and it looks back at me and then out through the window. time hangs helpless from the doorknob as a gold paperweight of an owl looks up at me (an old man now) who must sit and endure these many empty Saturday afternoons.
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(co-written by Sharon Robinson) Baby, I've been waiting, I've been waiting night and day. I didn't see the time, I waited half my life away. There were lots of invitations and I know you sent me some, but I was waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come. I know you really loved me. but, you see, my hands were tied. I know it must have hurt you, it must have hurt your pride to have to stand beneath my window with your bugle and your drum, and me I'm up there waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come. Ah I don't believe you'd like it, You wouldn't like it here. There ain't no entertainment and the judgements are severe. The Maestro says it's Mozart but it sounds like bubble gum when you're waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come. Waiting for the miracle There's nothing left to do. I haven't been this happy since the end of World War II. Nothing left to do when you know that you've been taken. Nothing left to do when you're begging for a crumb Nothing left to do when you've got to go on waiting waiting for the miracle to come. I dreamed about you, baby. It was just the other night. Most of you was naked Ah but some of you was light. The sands of time were falling from your fingers and your thumb, and you were waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come Ah baby, let's get married, we've been alone too long. Let's be alone together. Let's see if we're that strong. Yeah let's do something crazy, something absolutely wrong while we're waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come. Nothing left to do ... When you've fallen on the highway and you're lying in the rain, and they ask you how you're doing of course you'll say you can't complain -- If you're squeezed for information, that's when you've got to play it dumb: You just say you're out there waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
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Leonard Cohen
Waiting For The Miracle
(co-written by Sharon Robinson) Baby, I've been waiting, I've been waiting night and day. I didn't see the time, I waited half my life away. There were lots of invitations and I know you sent me some, but I was waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come. I know you really loved me. but, you see, my hands were tied. I know it must have hurt you, it must have hurt your pride to have to stand beneath my window with your bugle and your drum, and me I'm up there waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come. Ah I don't believe you'd like it, You wouldn't like it here. There ain't no entertainment and the judgements are severe. The Maestro says it's Mozart but it sounds like bubble gum when you're waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come. Waiting for the miracle There's nothing left to do. I haven't been this happy since the end of World War II. Nothing left to do when you know that you've been taken. Nothing left to do when you're begging for a crumb Nothing left to do when you've got to go on waiting waiting for the miracle to come. I dreamed about you, baby. It was just the other night. Most of you was naked Ah but some of you was light. The sands of time were falling from your fingers and your thumb, and you were waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come Ah baby, let's get married, we've been alone too long. Let's be alone together. Let's see if we're that strong. Yeah let's do something crazy, something absolutely wrong while we're waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come. Nothing left to do ... When you've fallen on the highway and you're lying in the rain, and they ask you how you're doing of course you'll say you can't complain -- If you're squeezed for information, that's when you've got to play it dumb: You just say you're out there waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
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To know just where your're going You must know where you've been You must respect the history The things others have seen It's true in all things relative Be it music, sports or life If you don't know where you came from You're just dancing on a knife Gherig, Ruth and Robinson May, and Mantle, Seaver too Respect their contributions And don't just say Ruth who? Respect where things have come from And the players of the past Because you learn and make things better It's what makes the **** game last Jimmy Foxx, Bob Gibson, Kaline Nestor Chylak and The Goose They made baseball special They gave the game a little juice Orr, Richard and Gretzky Gordie Howe and Howie Morenz You have to know about them You need the beginning to your ends Bob Baun and Bill Barilko Connie Smythe and yeah...the Chief You have to know their history They're what it is to be a Leaf The game has changed immensely Things can not go back in time But to me...the old alumni Made the game I know as mine Respect the ones before you The ones who laid the groundwork down The ones who made it special The non-pretenders to the crown Elvis, Buddy, Harrison Played the songs inside their heart Lennon, Wilson and the rest They all played a real big part Every single generation should learn from the one before For if they don't know where they've come from Then what has it all been for? Nicklaus, Palmer, Bobby Jones Sarazen and Hogan too They pushed the gameright to it's limits Now the pressure's upon you The new breed are the teachers now They're the ones to lead the way When twenty or so years from now You'll hear somebody say "Respect who came before you The ones who made us so **** proud LIke  Nash and , Perry and  Taylor Hall They played the game so loud Pudge, Jeter, and Verlander they brought it up a notch They were there to stretch the limits Not to just sit by and watch Rory, Justin Rose and Mahan Bubba, Dustin and the rest They are the players of the future They all respected the games best So, to know where you are going You must know where you have been Respect, past through the future And all that's happened in between.
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May 4, 2012
May 4, 2012 at 4:49 PM UTC
roger-turner
Respect The Game
To know just where your're going You must know where you've been You must respect the history The things others have seen It's true in all things relative Be it music, sports or life If you don't know where you came from You're just dancing on a knife Gherig, Ruth and Robinson May, and Mantle, Seaver too Respect their contributions And don't just say Ruth who? Respect where things have come from And the players of the past Because you learn and make things better It's what makes the **** game last Jimmy Foxx, Bob Gibson, Kaline Nestor Chylak and The Goose They made baseball special They gave the game a little juice Orr, Richard and Gretzky Gordie Howe and Howie Morenz You have to know about them You need the beginning to your ends Bob Baun and Bill Barilko Connie Smythe and yeah...the Chief You have to know their history They're what it is to be a Leaf The game has changed immensely Things can not go back in time But to me...the old alumni Made the game I know as mine Respect the ones before you The ones who laid the groundwork down The ones who made it special The non-pretenders to the crown Elvis, Buddy, Harrison Played the songs inside their heart Lennon, Wilson and the rest They all played a real big part Every single generation should learn from the one before For if they don't know where they've come from Then what has it all been for? Nicklaus, Palmer, Bobby Jones Sarazen and Hogan too They pushed the gameright to it's limits Now the pressure's upon you The new breed are the teachers now They're the ones to lead the way When twenty or so years from now You'll hear somebody say "Respect who came before you The ones who made us so **** proud LIke  Nash and , Perry and  Taylor Hall They played the game so loud Pudge, Jeter, and Verlander they brought it up a notch They were there to stretch the limits Not to just sit by and watch Rory, Justin Rose and Mahan Bubba, Dustin and the rest They are the players of the future They all respected the games best So, to know where you are going You must know where you have been Respect, past through the future And all that's happened in between.
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Breaking News A Robinson’s affair It has been called party goers in beware The Pelican Club know about shoot outs There are also fights to talk about The Chef’s have been making guest sick The Pelican Club is not a good pick The ratings of the club had been very low Business is certainly somewhat slow As a poet journalist, I will tell you, “Let the Pelican Club go” The Flamingo Club is the place to be When you walk inside this is what you will see Flamingo bird statues decked out in black and white with an offset of red bowties Music that will make you serene in an automatic dance The whole atmosphere will put you in a trance Yet each dancing step you will seem to advance All kinds of drinks for you to sup However don’t forget to leave a tip The Flamingo Club will make you feel special like the bird itself The Flamingo Club is not like everybody else This journalist being the poet in reporting in what you needed to know It goes too show Take in the Flamingo Club and just let your senses go.
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Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 7:11 PM UTC
preservationman
FLAMINGO’S SIGHTINGS
Breaking News A Robinson’s affair It has been called party goers in beware The Pelican Club know about shoot outs There are also fights to talk about The Chef’s have been making guest sick The Pelican Club is not a good pick The ratings of the club had been very low Business is certainly somewhat slow As a poet journalist, I will tell you, “Let the Pelican Club go” The Flamingo Club is the place to be When you walk inside this is what you will see Flamingo bird statues decked out in black and white with an offset of red bowties Music that will make you serene in an automatic dance The whole atmosphere will put you in a trance Yet each dancing step you will seem to advance All kinds of drinks for you to sup However don’t forget to leave a tip The Flamingo Club will make you feel special like the bird itself The Flamingo Club is not like everybody else This journalist being the poet in reporting in what you needed to know It goes too show Take in the Flamingo Club and just let your senses go.
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The most painful goodbyes are the ones never said and never explained. A smile can hide the tears. A laugh can hide the pain, but nothing stops the longing to have you back again , our Momments of laughter will never be forgotten. It seems like it's a dream but it's reality. In loving Robinson Pujols                                              1990-2012
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Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 4:05 AM UTC
jeniffer-rodriguez
Unforgettable Friend
The most painful goodbyes are the ones never said and never explained. A smile can hide the tears. A laugh can hide the pain, but nothing stops the longing to have you back again , our Momments of laughter will never be forgotten. It seems like it's a dream but it's reality. In loving Robinson Pujols                                              1990-2012
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A DEATH CREATES A DECEMBER/OCTOBER TWIN BIRTH WITH RAY POCOCK’S LIFE FOLLOWING HIS TRAGIC NEXT LIFE’S DEATH YOU SEE ROBERT KINOSHITA, TURNS 100, AND GOES UP TO SATURN TO DO A FEW ROBOT DANCES, AND INVENTS THIS LITTLE SONG I AM THE GREATEST, I MADE A FAMOUS ROBOT IT WAS IN A GREAT GREAT SHOW TITLED LOST IN SPACE I WANTED TO LIVE FOREVER, BUT I EVENTUALLY KICKED THE BUCKET BUT I LIVED TO BE 100, TO SAY I DID THE ROBOT DANCE I DID THE ROBOT DANCE, SAYING I AM A ROBOT, I AM A ROBOT, MY WAY IS COMING TRUE THROUGHOUT THE LAND I AM A ROBOT EVERY SINGLE DAY I CREATED ROBOT B-9, HE WAS FAMOUS FOR SAYING DANGER WILL ROBINSON DANGER WILL ROBINSON DANGER WILL ROBINSON AND THEN SAID, I AM A ROBOT, I AM A ROBOT, I AM COMING TO EXTERMINATE YOU, I AM A ROBOT FOREVER AND EVER AND THEN AS I GET OFF STAGE I TIP A KEG OF METHANE ALL OVER RAY POCOCK TO SAY, LET’S MAKE TWINS IN OCTOBER, WELL LET’S MAKE THEM DUE IN OCTOBER ANYWAY AND ROBERT AND RAY SAID WE ARE PERFECT ROBOTS WE WILL CREATE NEW LIFE, IN OCTOBER, OH YEAH RAY HAS NO IDEA, EITHER HAS ROBERT, BUT THEY BOTH SAID WE ARE ROBOTS AND DANGER, IF WE LET THE TERRORISTS WIN WE ARE CRONUS’S, EMBASSADORS, I AM CRONUS I AM THE ONE IN THE FAMILY, WHO LIKES IMAGINATIVE ROBOTS AND WE DANCE, WE ARE BIG ROBOTS, WE ARE BIG ROBOTS WE HAVE COME TO ESTERMINATE YOU GUYS IF YA COME TO CLOSE DANGER WILL ROBINSON, DANGER WILL ROBINSON THERE WILL BE DANGER IF ROBERT AND RAY SEPERATE, CAUSE THEY ARE JOINED TO PROTECT THE EARTH, AND BRING PROPER ROBOTS BACK WE WANT HELPFUL ROBOTS WE WANT HELPFUL ROBOTS WE WILL GET THEM NOW, ROBERT KINOSHITA TIP METHANE ALL OVER BARRY ALLAN CAUSE, HE WON’T EXCEPT HE IS NOW ELIZABETH ANN CAMPBELL DANGER BARRY ALLAN ROBERT SAID IF YOU GET THIS YOUR LIKE ME AND MUMMY CRAP OUT OF YOUR SONS DANGER AHEAD, TO OLD HAGS WE ARE BIG ROBOTS, AND WE WILL STAY BIG ROBOTS FOREVER
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Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 3:08 AM UTC
johnny-georgy-brown
ROBERT AND RAY, JOINED AS TWINS BORN IN SEPTEMBER OR OCTOBER THIS YEAR THE OFFICIAL PARTY TO WELCOME ROBERT
A DEATH CREATES A DECEMBER/OCTOBER TWIN BIRTH WITH RAY POCOCK’S LIFE FOLLOWING HIS TRAGIC NEXT LIFE’S DEATH YOU SEE ROBERT KINOSHITA, TURNS 100, AND GOES UP TO SATURN TO DO A FEW ROBOT DANCES, AND INVENTS THIS LITTLE SONG I AM THE GREATEST, I MADE A FAMOUS ROBOT IT WAS IN A GREAT GREAT SHOW TITLED LOST IN SPACE I WANTED TO LIVE FOREVER, BUT I EVENTUALLY KICKED THE BUCKET BUT I LIVED TO BE 100, TO SAY I DID THE ROBOT DANCE I DID THE ROBOT DANCE, SAYING I AM A ROBOT, I AM A ROBOT, MY WAY IS COMING TRUE THROUGHOUT THE LAND I AM A ROBOT EVERY SINGLE DAY I CREATED ROBOT B-9, HE WAS FAMOUS FOR SAYING DANGER WILL ROBINSON DANGER WILL ROBINSON DANGER WILL ROBINSON AND THEN SAID, I AM A ROBOT, I AM A ROBOT, I AM COMING TO EXTERMINATE YOU, I AM A ROBOT FOREVER AND EVER AND THEN AS I GET OFF STAGE I TIP A KEG OF METHANE ALL OVER RAY POCOCK TO SAY, LET’S MAKE TWINS IN OCTOBER, WELL LET’S MAKE THEM DUE IN OCTOBER ANYWAY AND ROBERT AND RAY SAID WE ARE PERFECT ROBOTS WE WILL CREATE NEW LIFE, IN OCTOBER, OH YEAH RAY HAS NO IDEA, EITHER HAS ROBERT, BUT THEY BOTH SAID WE ARE ROBOTS AND DANGER, IF WE LET THE TERRORISTS WIN WE ARE CRONUS’S, EMBASSADORS, I AM CRONUS I AM THE ONE IN THE FAMILY, WHO LIKES IMAGINATIVE ROBOTS AND WE DANCE, WE ARE BIG ROBOTS, WE ARE BIG ROBOTS WE HAVE COME TO ESTERMINATE YOU GUYS IF YA COME TO CLOSE DANGER WILL ROBINSON, DANGER WILL ROBINSON THERE WILL BE DANGER IF ROBERT AND RAY SEPERATE, CAUSE THEY ARE JOINED TO PROTECT THE EARTH, AND BRING PROPER ROBOTS BACK WE WANT HELPFUL ROBOTS WE WANT HELPFUL ROBOTS WE WILL GET THEM NOW, ROBERT KINOSHITA TIP METHANE ALL OVER BARRY ALLAN CAUSE, HE WON’T EXCEPT HE IS NOW ELIZABETH ANN CAMPBELL DANGER BARRY ALLAN ROBERT SAID IF YOU GET THIS YOUR LIKE ME AND MUMMY CRAP OUT OF YOUR SONS DANGER AHEAD, TO OLD HAGS WE ARE BIG ROBOTS, AND WE WILL STAY BIG ROBOTS FOREVER
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I I am often attracted to things unhinged. Not necessarily (traditionally) romantic, more akin to an unwillingness to ask permission, one who might say It was never your permission to begin with and not be angry or upset about having to say it. Few are so willing to evaluate situations without the overwhelming cloud of emotion. Judgment fully withheld, kind banter catching wind. A needed immediacy. Jean-Michel Basquiat was aware of the past. He pretended to not care if you did not like his paintings. Part of him was upset some people did not understand. Basquiat strangled history down to basics: music, culture, society (not the same thing), generations of family after family. His point was not for you to obtain this. This was his conscience—tangible. Brain processing. Synthesizing. To him it was so simple. I refuse the word primal because it is misguided, it does not factor purity, clarity. Sugar Ray Robinson told Basquiat to stop painting the background. Tuxedo told Basquiat what words to place and where. So much of my art is stripped and lucid and enacted with only me in mind.
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC
christopher-hendrix
Basquiat: An Essay, part one
I I am often attracted to things unhinged. Not necessarily (traditionally) romantic, more akin to an unwillingness to ask permission, one who might say It was never your permission to begin with and not be angry or upset about having to say it. Few are so willing to evaluate situations without the overwhelming cloud of emotion. Judgment fully withheld, kind banter catching wind. A needed immediacy. Jean-Michel Basquiat was aware of the past. He pretended to not care if you did not like his paintings. Part of him was upset some people did not understand. Basquiat strangled history down to basics: music, culture, society (not the same thing), generations of family after family. His point was not for you to obtain this. This was his conscience—tangible. Brain processing. Synthesizing. To him it was so simple. I refuse the word primal because it is misguided, it does not factor purity, clarity. Sugar Ray Robinson told Basquiat to stop painting the background. Tuxedo told Basquiat what words to place and where. So much of my art is stripped and lucid and enacted with only me in mind.
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...Sky Isa Love!!!! THAT IS ALL!!!!!!!!! BILL WITHERS - LEAN ON ME LYRICS http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v;=JR0NZqu6igg Lean On Me (Live) From a 1973 Concert http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Wpof8s5ZTg Love potion number 9, The Searchers https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7rXhXLsNJL8 White Wine In The Sun by Tim Minchin http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCNvZqpa-7Q MOTOWN MAGIC!!!!!! Sa Sa Go Go Go BEST OF MOTOWN....BREATHE...Sky Isa Love I Can't Get Next To You, Psychedelic Shack (the Temptations), Bernadette (The Four Tops), Everyday People (Sly & The Family), I just Called To Say I Love You (Stevie Wonder) Ain't Too Proud To Beg (The Temptations), Back In My Arms Again (The Supremes) Build Me Up Buttercup (The Foundations) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=--jWPzNNdN4 Best Of Motown Part 2 Video Mix of; My Cherie Amour (Stevie Wonder), I'm Gonna Make You Love Me (Diana Ross & The Supremes with the Temptations), What's Going On (Marvin Gaye) Love Child (Diana Ross & The Supremes), Runaway Child Running Wild (The Temptations), For Once In My Life (Stevie Wonder}, I'm Losing You (The Temptations), What Does It Takes (Jr Walker & The All Stars), Stop In The Name Of Love (Diana Ross & The Supremes), Reach Out I'll Be There (Four Tops), I Can't Help Myself (Four Tops), Get Ready (The Temptations), Dancing In The Street (Martha & The Vandellas) I Hear A Symphony (Diana Ross & The Supremes). https://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v;=VTe06PrXwo4 Top Tracks for Earth, Wind & Fire.... Starts with; "Fantasy" (1977) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kTQJ2QiK4QU&playnext;=1&list;=AL94UKMTqg-9AIdf-oDDL0ZRzIehPw5WY6 Top Tracks for Diana Ross & the Supremes Starts with; Love Child!!!! Beautiful imagery!!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_IluVWcNtR8&list;=AL94UKMTqg-9BkdB7ckbcLpD9AIriJX-5P **The Power of Music & Images Used On One Of The Most Popular & Most Loved Ballads Of All Time, Enjoy!!!** ***Top Tracks for Chicago Starts with;*** Hard To Say I'm Sorry https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zqq3tW3iACw&playnext;=1&list;=AL94UKMTqg-9ABX4lv1Ast8ZktnOYg-vpB Okay so double triple down on this!!!!!!!! LOVE CHILD Diana Ross & The Supremes ***~Sky Isa Love~~ What can I say my first album;*** LOVE CHILD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gets me every time!!!!!!! More Beautiful Imagery!!! Afu Ra Ka ALL!!!!! (see note) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x2icqNPcNS4 EARTH WIND & FIRE-WOULD YOU MIND ...Sky Isa Love very beautiful once again!!!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2rInQEQ-yUc A Motown mega-mix mashup: Motor City's biggest hits combined with classic Christmas songs, sung by your favorite Motown stars. Includes.... "I Saw My Girl Kissing Santa Claus" "I Jingle That Emotion" "I Heard It From The Red Nosed Reindeer" "Claus Get Next To You" "Santa Was a Rollin' Stone" "Ain't No Silent First Noel" ...as performed by.... Stevie Wonder Michael Jackson Smokey Robinson The Temptations The Supremes The Mormon Tabernacle Choir ...and, of course, the Funk Brothers. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fNvoSf2389k THAT IS ALL!!! LOVE ALL!!!! Sa Sa Ra!!!!
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Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 7:28 PM UTC
sa-sa-ra
~~LEAN ON ME 2X, Love potion number 9, White Wine In The Sun, Motown Magic!!!~~~+rX's
...Sky Isa Love!!!! THAT IS ALL!!!!!!!!! BILL WITHERS - LEAN ON ME LYRICS http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v;=JR0NZqu6igg Lean On Me (Live) From a 1973 Concert http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Wpof8s5ZTg Love potion number 9, The Searchers https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7rXhXLsNJL8 White Wine In The Sun by Tim Minchin http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCNvZqpa-7Q MOTOWN MAGIC!!!!!! Sa Sa Go Go Go BEST OF MOTOWN....BREATHE...Sky Isa Love I Can't Get Next To You, Psychedelic Shack (the Temptations), Bernadette (The Four Tops), Everyday People (Sly & The Family), I just Called To Say I Love You (Stevie Wonder) Ain't Too Proud To Beg (The Temptations), Back In My Arms Again (The Supremes) Build Me Up Buttercup (The Foundations) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=--jWPzNNdN4 Best Of Motown Part 2 Video Mix of; My Cherie Amour (Stevie Wonder), I'm Gonna Make You Love Me (Diana Ross & The Supremes with the Temptations), What's Going On (Marvin Gaye) Love Child (Diana Ross & The Supremes), Runaway Child Running Wild (The Temptations), For Once In My Life (Stevie Wonder}, I'm Losing You (The Temptations), What Does It Takes (Jr Walker & The All Stars), Stop In The Name Of Love (Diana Ross & The Supremes), Reach Out I'll Be There (Four Tops), I Can't Help Myself (Four Tops), Get Ready (The Temptations), Dancing In The Street (Martha & The Vandellas) I Hear A Symphony (Diana Ross & The Supremes). https://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v;=VTe06PrXwo4 Top Tracks for Earth, Wind & Fire.... Starts with; "Fantasy" (1977) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kTQJ2QiK4QU&playnext;=1&list;=AL94UKMTqg-9AIdf-oDDL0ZRzIehPw5WY6 Top Tracks for Diana Ross & the Supremes Starts with; Love Child!!!! Beautiful imagery!!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_IluVWcNtR8&list;=AL94UKMTqg-9BkdB7ckbcLpD9AIriJX-5P **The Power of Music & Images Used On One Of The Most Popular & Most Loved Ballads Of All Time, Enjoy!!!** ***Top Tracks for Chicago Starts with;*** Hard To Say I'm Sorry https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zqq3tW3iACw&playnext;=1&list;=AL94UKMTqg-9ABX4lv1Ast8ZktnOYg-vpB Okay so double triple down on this!!!!!!!! LOVE CHILD Diana Ross & The Supremes ***~Sky Isa Love~~ What can I say my first album;*** LOVE CHILD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gets me every time!!!!!!! More Beautiful Imagery!!! Afu Ra Ka ALL!!!!! (see note) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x2icqNPcNS4 EARTH WIND & FIRE-WOULD YOU MIND ...Sky Isa Love very beautiful once again!!!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2rInQEQ-yUc A Motown mega-mix mashup: Motor City's biggest hits combined with classic Christmas songs, sung by your favorite Motown stars. Includes.... "I Saw My Girl Kissing Santa Claus" "I Jingle That Emotion" "I Heard It From The Red Nosed Reindeer" "Claus Get Next To You" "Santa Was a Rollin' Stone" "Ain't No Silent First Noel" ...as performed by.... Stevie Wonder Michael Jackson Smokey Robinson The Temptations The Supremes The Mormon Tabernacle Choir ...and, of course, the Funk Brothers. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fNvoSf2389k THAT IS ALL!!! LOVE ALL!!!! Sa Sa Ra!!!!
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Various Muscle groups with a name A young aspiring bodybuilder died while achieving his own fame The Human Muscle Hospitality of Shawn Robinson He was the voice of encouragement He was the concept of going the effort Being honest with truth All this while still in his youth Shawn’s smile being his style The weights game came in for a while Yet remembering him on his buddy to buddy approach When it came to Bodybuilding his passion was no joke Don’t even try a Bodybuilding poke His true words in what he spoke Your life cut way too short In everyone’s mind a comfort of sort The weights are saddened The muscles can’t flex There is a feeling in the air of feeling perplexed That was then, but this is now Shawn’s spirit said “Keep training and continue to expose to the world in how” My departure is not an end But it is for your inspiration in continuing to begin Bodybuilding is about achieving and conquering the odds If the chain doesn’t break, there is no strength Seeing your own efforts at every length If you lose the concept and technique, there is no vision If the effort isn’t seriously made, there is no reason Remember me in all seasons Think on my coaching words in wait and see You will become in your training efforts the way you were might too be All I ask is to have patience, but wait and see Heaven knows the reason I was called up My spirit will always sit high and look down Help each other, but don’t become muscle bound Remember the numerous conversations we had Perhaps to some you got mad My life was bodybuilding My dream was to achieve My challenges in overcoming the struggles Bodybuilding is about being stuff, but I want you to be stuffer Strength is in the mind then pulsates throughout the body Mind over matter My life has been lived to the fullest Make yourself proud in my honor Again just wait and see I am in the arms of the almighty and that’s thee Together we are one But keep living as your life as only begun Yesterday was only tomorrow passing by Don’t cry I want to see you achieve with every try.
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Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
preservationman
HUMAN MUSCLE HOSPITALITY Dedication to Shawn Robinson
Various Muscle groups with a name A young aspiring bodybuilder died while achieving his own fame The Human Muscle Hospitality of Shawn Robinson He was the voice of encouragement He was the concept of going the effort Being honest with truth All this while still in his youth Shawn’s smile being his style The weights game came in for a while Yet remembering him on his buddy to buddy approach When it came to Bodybuilding his passion was no joke Don’t even try a Bodybuilding poke His true words in what he spoke Your life cut way too short In everyone’s mind a comfort of sort The weights are saddened The muscles can’t flex There is a feeling in the air of feeling perplexed That was then, but this is now Shawn’s spirit said “Keep training and continue to expose to the world in how” My departure is not an end But it is for your inspiration in continuing to begin Bodybuilding is about achieving and conquering the odds If the chain doesn’t break, there is no strength Seeing your own efforts at every length If you lose the concept and technique, there is no vision If the effort isn’t seriously made, there is no reason Remember me in all seasons Think on my coaching words in wait and see You will become in your training efforts the way you were might too be All I ask is to have patience, but wait and see Heaven knows the reason I was called up My spirit will always sit high and look down Help each other, but don’t become muscle bound Remember the numerous conversations we had Perhaps to some you got mad My life was bodybuilding My dream was to achieve My challenges in overcoming the struggles Bodybuilding is about being stuff, but I want you to be stuffer Strength is in the mind then pulsates throughout the body Mind over matter My life has been lived to the fullest Make yourself proud in my honor Again just wait and see I am in the arms of the almighty and that’s thee Together we are one But keep living as your life as only begun Yesterday was only tomorrow passing by Don’t cry I want to see you achieve with every try.
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I have shared in my time the human illusions, the muddy foolishness and craving passions. But something years ago pulled me out of the tide-wash; I cannot even pretend to be one of the people. I stand here with open eyes in the clear air growing old. Watching with interest and considerable nausea, this time of the demagogues, the shifts of power, and the pitiless wars that prepare for the fall. But also the enormous unhuman beauty of things; rock, sea and stars; fool-proof and permanent. But as for my children, I would have them keep their distance from the thickening center, corruption never has been compulsory. When the cities lie at the monster's feet there are left the mountains.
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 11:52 AM UTC
Dazzlebeam
The Old Stonemason (Robinson Jeffers)
I have shared in my time the human illusions, the muddy foolishness and craving passions. But something years ago pulled me out of the tide-wash; I cannot even pretend to be one of the people. I stand here with open eyes in the clear air growing old. Watching with interest and considerable nausea, this time of the demagogues, the shifts of power, and the pitiless wars that prepare for the fall. But also the enormous unhuman beauty of things; rock, sea and stars; fool-proof and permanent. But as for my children, I would have them keep their distance from the thickening center, corruption never has been compulsory. When the cities lie at the monster's feet there are left the mountains.
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Once I looked to the Bard for words profound; ageless, his wisdom ran unabated. Yet Hamlet is now ideologically unsound, “the slings and arrows” historically Iocated. I wept for the creature of Frankenstein, spurned by his master, forced to roam the Earth. But I’d been subjectively positioned in a paradigm by Mary’s anxiety about childbirth. I read Balzac, Hardy and Henry James describing “worlds” which seemed quite sensible. Now Eagleton’s exposed their bourgeois games I find them morally reprehensible. I dreamt of being Robinson Crusoe or proud, fierce Hawkeye in his buckskins dressed, but Fenimore and Defoe have to go, they’re culturally encoded and empirically obsessed. Inspired by Guinness, did James Joyce sit down to see what magic flowed when he was ****** The stream of Ulysses floats Bloom-about-town dreamthinkingnever : “I’mamodernist”. I’d gladly give Woolf a Room of Her Own and be one of the boys with Hemingway, but sensitive guys leave their bulls alone say de Beauvoir and Luce Irigaray. No more fun with Wordsworth being daffodilly, no simple pleasure reading Mickey Mouse; Steamboat Willie can’t help but look silly dissected by Foucault and Levi-Strauss. The Bible shows intertextuality says the two Jacques, Lacan and Derrida. Judas, a construct of bisexuality? The **** fixations of Herod are? It’s got so bad I deconstruct a holiday brochure. I can’t even **** without Roland Barthes and Ferdinand de Saussure.
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Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
andrew-m-bell
LAMENT FOR LOST LITERARY COMFORT
Once I looked to the Bard for words profound; ageless, his wisdom ran unabated. Yet Hamlet is now ideologically unsound, “the slings and arrows” historically Iocated. I wept for the creature of Frankenstein, spurned by his master, forced to roam the Earth. But I’d been subjectively positioned in a paradigm by Mary’s anxiety about childbirth. I read Balzac, Hardy and Henry James describing “worlds” which seemed quite sensible. Now Eagleton’s exposed their bourgeois games I find them morally reprehensible. I dreamt of being Robinson Crusoe or proud, fierce Hawkeye in his buckskins dressed, but Fenimore and Defoe have to go, they’re culturally encoded and empirically obsessed. Inspired by Guinness, did James Joyce sit down to see what magic flowed when he was ****** The stream of Ulysses floats Bloom-about-town dreamthinkingnever : “I’mamodernist”. I’d gladly give Woolf a Room of Her Own and be one of the boys with Hemingway, but sensitive guys leave their bulls alone say de Beauvoir and Luce Irigaray. No more fun with Wordsworth being daffodilly, no simple pleasure reading Mickey Mouse; Steamboat Willie can’t help but look silly dissected by Foucault and Levi-Strauss. The Bible shows intertextuality says the two Jacques, Lacan and Derrida. Judas, a construct of bisexuality? The **** fixations of Herod are? It’s got so bad I deconstruct a holiday brochure. I can’t even **** without Roland Barthes and Ferdinand de Saussure.
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Jackie Robinson is exalted as the first Black man to play, but far fewer fans remember Glenn Burke, the first ballplayer openly gay. Like Jackie, he played for the Dodgers- (different coast and a different time.) Glenn came up to the Majors In the summer of 79’ Burke was strong and tall and fast And some teammates called him “ King Kong” Though he roomed with Reggie Smith on the road most nights Reggie Smith slept alone. Burke befriended Young Tommy Lasorda which was why he was traded away. Old Lasorda couldn’t deal with the rumors, Nor acknowledge his own son was gay. Glenn Burke rode the pines while in Oakland Billy Martin never gave him much chance When Burke injured his leg in Spring Training That ended his time at the dance. He drifted, his playing days over, He used, he stole and did time. An accident left him a ******* Unprotected *** ended his line. No shock was the A.I.D.s diagnosis- His sister had long known he was gay. When she took him in he was dying when all others turned him away. Sandy Alderson, with the Athletics, took pity on Burke in despair. The team paid for his A.I.D.S. medication and covered the cost of his care. Sad is the fate of the Athlete unsung, dying apart from his team. Glenn Burke showed that a gay man could play, That a Gay Athlete also can dream. Glenn Burke passed a long time ago But his story deserves to be told. He said when your suffering, dying of A.I.D.S. Even days in the summer are cold.
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Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 12:03 PM UTC
john-f-mccullagh
Out at the Plate
Jackie Robinson is exalted as the first Black man to play, but far fewer fans remember Glenn Burke, the first ballplayer openly gay. Like Jackie, he played for the Dodgers- (different coast and a different time.) Glenn came up to the Majors In the summer of 79’ Burke was strong and tall and fast And some teammates called him “ King Kong” Though he roomed with Reggie Smith on the road most nights Reggie Smith slept alone. Burke befriended Young Tommy Lasorda which was why he was traded away. Old Lasorda couldn’t deal with the rumors, Nor acknowledge his own son was gay. Glenn Burke rode the pines while in Oakland Billy Martin never gave him much chance When Burke injured his leg in Spring Training That ended his time at the dance. He drifted, his playing days over, He used, he stole and did time. An accident left him a ******* Unprotected *** ended his line. No shock was the A.I.D.s diagnosis- His sister had long known he was gay. When she took him in he was dying when all others turned him away. Sandy Alderson, with the Athletics, took pity on Burke in despair. The team paid for his A.I.D.S. medication and covered the cost of his care. Sad is the fate of the Athlete unsung, dying apart from his team. Glenn Burke showed that a gay man could play, That a Gay Athlete also can dream. Glenn Burke passed a long time ago But his story deserves to be told. He said when your suffering, dying of A.I.D.S. Even days in the summer are cold.
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ya know what i hate, classical music, it’s so scary, it’s so cocky when you have had problems with the police in the past i feel that there will be people like paul robinson treating me like steph, ya see, we all have our reasons for doing bad stuff and if anyone got in their classical music prison cars taking me to hospital i will be like steph and tell them to **** OFF because what paul did to steph was terrible and the fact that he had classical music on in his car, makes him like a big rich ***** ya see, heavy metal is a better way of getting stuff out and being noisy, but people can’t except i have grown up i went down to talk and be friendly to canberra but they told me, you can’t expect us to like you buddy ya see while i am watching this i am listening to slayer, a very cool band because i hate classical music, i like christmas music, but i hate classical music i like heavy metal music, i hate classical music you see if i am in a car with somebody who likes classical music i feel trapped because i am a headbanger not a rocker, like a ****** i am a headbanger and i like how heavy metal lovers like christmas carols if you treat me like steph, i will find out you get what paul got i am so devious and cunning but i hate classical music, i like rock music i like party music i like christmas music, please don’t get me into anymore cars who play classical music, i can’t get into it, duuuuude please fire the guy who plays classical music in a car with me in it classical music is scary if you have had problems in the past heavy metal isn’t death music, classical music is death music i am going to get a knife and **** classical music forever but not literally ya know anyone that wants to bring what paul did to steph or any other violence into the world should think about what they are doing party beats the classics, any day
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Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC
johnny-georgy-brown
party beats the classical music any day
ya know what i hate, classical music, it’s so scary, it’s so cocky when you have had problems with the police in the past i feel that there will be people like paul robinson treating me like steph, ya see, we all have our reasons for doing bad stuff and if anyone got in their classical music prison cars taking me to hospital i will be like steph and tell them to **** OFF because what paul did to steph was terrible and the fact that he had classical music on in his car, makes him like a big rich ***** ya see, heavy metal is a better way of getting stuff out and being noisy, but people can’t except i have grown up i went down to talk and be friendly to canberra but they told me, you can’t expect us to like you buddy ya see while i am watching this i am listening to slayer, a very cool band because i hate classical music, i like christmas music, but i hate classical music i like heavy metal music, i hate classical music you see if i am in a car with somebody who likes classical music i feel trapped because i am a headbanger not a rocker, like a ****** i am a headbanger and i like how heavy metal lovers like christmas carols if you treat me like steph, i will find out you get what paul got i am so devious and cunning but i hate classical music, i like rock music i like party music i like christmas music, please don’t get me into anymore cars who play classical music, i can’t get into it, duuuuude please fire the guy who plays classical music in a car with me in it classical music is scary if you have had problems in the past heavy metal isn’t death music, classical music is death music i am going to get a knife and **** classical music forever but not literally ya know anyone that wants to bring what paul did to steph or any other violence into the world should think about what they are doing party beats the classics, any day
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Main and master goal I stand in gaze In a gaze that admires you I stand in amaze And wonder And wonder why all these thoughts ponder Why these thoughts take priority above all other These thoughts of you That has lit a liquid-oxygen combusted fire And now I stand trapped Trapped in this legitimate feeling of attraction My concentration depleted My heart weeps Weeps for the dungeon I've fallen in My heart weeps It weeps like a waterfall Tears that keep running down the face of my heart Your voice that resonates in my soul Like a viral infection that has pierced my heart Your beauty has undressed these naked eyes Now The only thought I have is you My heart has changed its pattern into... Into a pattern that spells your Name I close my eyes and echoed images live in the darkness of these shut eyes Your voice has broken the silence in me For I have savored it You relentlessly entered my heart Engraved your name on it Slowly I'm tearing in the inside I'm going insane Pain, no! Affectionate attraction, Yes! A weeping heart I have A weeping heart that is manifesting it all As in my manifestation I ought to be the leader of the nation inside me The creator of my inner creation Forgotten about the future I live in the past of your creation For all that entirely matters in the near future is: My main and master mission In vision with my main and master goal Past the sleepless nights' tension Past the deception of animations artificiality and into all reality Past my minds permission; it's approval Exceeding my potential but placing me in that position Disregarding all competition I stand and watch in 3rd person perspective My heart has risen like dust Even though it's dark my shadow has betrayed me; your smile shines through like lights rays The visible weeping heart is translucent My thoughts have become wishes Wishes exceeding my boundaries of limits Because my mission and master goal is for you to be mine...                                        By: Magnus Master Robinson
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Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
magnus-robinson
The weeping heart
Main and master goal I stand in gaze In a gaze that admires you I stand in amaze And wonder And wonder why all these thoughts ponder Why these thoughts take priority above all other These thoughts of you That has lit a liquid-oxygen combusted fire And now I stand trapped Trapped in this legitimate feeling of attraction My concentration depleted My heart weeps Weeps for the dungeon I've fallen in My heart weeps It weeps like a waterfall Tears that keep running down the face of my heart Your voice that resonates in my soul Like a viral infection that has pierced my heart Your beauty has undressed these naked eyes Now The only thought I have is you My heart has changed its pattern into... Into a pattern that spells your Name I close my eyes and echoed images live in the darkness of these shut eyes Your voice has broken the silence in me For I have savored it You relentlessly entered my heart Engraved your name on it Slowly I'm tearing in the inside I'm going insane Pain, no! Affectionate attraction, Yes! A weeping heart I have A weeping heart that is manifesting it all As in my manifestation I ought to be the leader of the nation inside me The creator of my inner creation Forgotten about the future I live in the past of your creation For all that entirely matters in the near future is: My main and master mission In vision with my main and master goal Past the sleepless nights' tension Past the deception of animations artificiality and into all reality Past my minds permission; it's approval Exceeding my potential but placing me in that position Disregarding all competition I stand and watch in 3rd person perspective My heart has risen like dust Even though it's dark my shadow has betrayed me; your smile shines through like lights rays The visible weeping heart is translucent My thoughts have become wishes Wishes exceeding my boundaries of limits Because my mission and master goal is for you to be mine...                                        By: Magnus Master Robinson
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“Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.” ~ Maria Robinson The story we are living, Has ended it’s beginning, The ending we are nearing, Will change if we are fearing. The ending’s final show, Will depend on all you know. And everything we’ve learned, Has been a treasure earned. The way we shape our fate, With our bold excess of hate, How the pain’s inflicted, With the way our lives conflicted. The start has ended poorly, But has not ruined the story. The ****** may bring light, Our fancies may take flight. But somehow we all know, That the ending’s final show, Will be what we deserve, Unless we cause a curve. Our independent hate, Should now disintegrate. And every single conflict, We should finally end it. We should make our new ending, Differ from our beginning. By doing what is right, The ****** brings us light.
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Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 10:09 PM UTC
avarie-grey
******
“Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.” ~ Maria Robinson The story we are living, Has ended it’s beginning, The ending we are nearing, Will change if we are fearing. The ending’s final show, Will depend on all you know. And everything we’ve learned, Has been a treasure earned. The way we shape our fate, With our bold excess of hate, How the pain’s inflicted, With the way our lives conflicted. The start has ended poorly, But has not ruined the story. The ****** may bring light, Our fancies may take flight. But somehow we all know, That the ending’s final show, Will be what we deserve, Unless we cause a curve. Our independent hate, Should now disintegrate. And every single conflict, We should finally end it. We should make our new ending, Differ from our beginning. By doing what is right, The ****** brings us light.
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I've changed my ways a little; I cannot now run with you in the evening along the shore, Exceptin a kind of dream; and you, if you dreamt a moment, too see me there. so leave awhile the paw-marks along the front door where I used to scratch and go out or in, and you'd soon open' and you'd soon open; leave on the kichen floor the marks of my drinking -pan I cannot lie by your fire as I used to do on the warm stone, nor at the foot of your bed; no all the night through I lie alone. but your kind thought has laid me less than six feet outside your window where the firelight so often plays, and where you sit to read--and I fear grieving for me-- every night your lamplight lies on my play. you, man, and woman live so long, it's hard to think of you ever dying a little dog would get tired of living so long. I hope that then you are lying under the ground like me your lives will appear as good and joyful as mine. no, dear, thtat's to much hope: you are not cared for as I  have been. and never have known the passionate undivided fidelities that I knew. your minds are perhaps to active, to many sided... but to me were true. you were never masters, but friends. I was your friend. I loved you well' and was well loved. deep love endures to the end and far past the end. if this is my end, I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours.
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Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 4:17 PM UTC
guy-scutellaro
The house dog's grave, by robinson Jeffers (1941)
I've changed my ways a little; I cannot now run with you in the evening along the shore, Exceptin a kind of dream; and you, if you dreamt a moment, too see me there. so leave awhile the paw-marks along the front door where I used to scratch and go out or in, and you'd soon open' and you'd soon open; leave on the kichen floor the marks of my drinking -pan I cannot lie by your fire as I used to do on the warm stone, nor at the foot of your bed; no all the night through I lie alone. but your kind thought has laid me less than six feet outside your window where the firelight so often plays, and where you sit to read--and I fear grieving for me-- every night your lamplight lies on my play. you, man, and woman live so long, it's hard to think of you ever dying a little dog would get tired of living so long. I hope that then you are lying under the ground like me your lives will appear as good and joyful as mine. no, dear, thtat's to much hope: you are not cared for as I  have been. and never have known the passionate undivided fidelities that I knew. your minds are perhaps to active, to many sided... but to me were true. you were never masters, but friends. I was your friend. I loved you well' and was well loved. deep love endures to the end and far past the end. if this is my end, I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours.
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Close your eyes now and you can see it A quietly flowing stream The sunlight through tree limbs You are in the mountains again, if only in your mind And if only for a moment Time and time again I would think about it And other times I would write about it I’m in a cabin in the woods alone and nobody knows and I’ll come back to civilization when I want to if I ever want to again I will grow what I need or steal it if I have to That’s my dream I guess The kind of solitude that drove Kerouac to Big Sur “Something good will come of all things yet” He whispered to me “Golden and eternal just like that” That’s the dream I hope to wake up to But for now I wake up to closed curtains and toilets that won’t flush properly and all the weight I have gained since high school I’m a wanderer but not in the way I hoped I wonder down aisles at work I wander back and forth from my living room to my bedroom And my mind wanders every moment The words that leave my mouth are never what they were in my head I wonder if anyone takes me seriously And sometimes I’m afraid to write it because I don’t want anyone I know throwing back any validation I don’t need I’m a **** good man but I sure as hell ain’t happy Happiness is so fleeting regardless I’m not happy but I am content Let that be my concern Don’t fret over me And don’t remind me who I am or tell me what I do I know that I live that Let me talk **** about myself if I want to Let me pat my own back by myself If I need I’ll ask Just give me the space I need To introduce myself Give it Time You’ll understand Close your eyes now and you can see it A quietly flowing stream The sunlight through tree limbs You are in the mountains again, if only in your mind And if only for a moment
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Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 11:13 PM UTC
daniel-robinson
Introduce Yerself by Gordon Downie by Daniel Robinson
Close your eyes now and you can see it A quietly flowing stream The sunlight through tree limbs You are in the mountains again, if only in your mind And if only for a moment Time and time again I would think about it And other times I would write about it I’m in a cabin in the woods alone and nobody knows and I’ll come back to civilization when I want to if I ever want to again I will grow what I need or steal it if I have to That’s my dream I guess The kind of solitude that drove Kerouac to Big Sur “Something good will come of all things yet” He whispered to me “Golden and eternal just like that” That’s the dream I hope to wake up to But for now I wake up to closed curtains and toilets that won’t flush properly and all the weight I have gained since high school I’m a wanderer but not in the way I hoped I wonder down aisles at work I wander back and forth from my living room to my bedroom And my mind wanders every moment The words that leave my mouth are never what they were in my head I wonder if anyone takes me seriously And sometimes I’m afraid to write it because I don’t want anyone I know throwing back any validation I don’t need I’m a **** good man but I sure as hell ain’t happy Happiness is so fleeting regardless I’m not happy but I am content Let that be my concern Don’t fret over me And don’t remind me who I am or tell me what I do I know that I live that Let me talk **** about myself if I want to Let me pat my own back by myself If I need I’ll ask Just give me the space I need To introduce myself Give it Time You’ll understand Close your eyes now and you can see it A quietly flowing stream The sunlight through tree limbs You are in the mountains again, if only in your mind And if only for a moment
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I only have one photo of Grandad from his years of service in the Great War, and in it he’s wearing a leopard-skin leotard. My paternal grandfather, Grandad, was brought up in Brockley, South-East London In his teens he was conscripted and became a gunner sergeant in the Royal Field Artillery. I still have his stirrups and his French/English phrase book which includes useful words, like dysentery, (think of the movie, ‘War Horse’, and you’re almost there). He fought in the mud in France and put a lot of horses out of their misery. Apparently, he enjoyed the stage – a song and a dance, and almost went professional after a string of successful nights at the local Roxy, all of which makes me want to have known him better, but he died in my teens. He laughed a lot, loved his vegetable garden and had a collection of handy-sized, hard-back books giving details of how various circuits and wiring worked. I recall his bear of an armchair and how it was in easy reach of a slim stack of shallow drawers from which he would take slender tools or small curios and sit and explain their significance to my bemused child self. I have the brown photo somewhere - it’s not one I’d like to frame as it raises too many questions for me. Like – is that bloke next to grandad meant to be Robinson Crusoe? Like – what prompted grandad to ‘black up’ from head to toe – is he Man Friday? And now, I stare at the photo handed to me by my friend of his grandfather, complete with rifle and medals, and again I silently ask my grandad – why?
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Jun 19, 2022
Jun 19, 2022 at 3:11 PM UTC
stevejeff
Grandad’s leopard-skin leotard
I only have one photo of Grandad from his years of service in the Great War, and in it he’s wearing a leopard-skin leotard. My paternal grandfather, Grandad, was brought up in Brockley, South-East London In his teens he was conscripted and became a gunner sergeant in the Royal Field Artillery. I still have his stirrups and his French/English phrase book which includes useful words, like dysentery, (think of the movie, ‘War Horse’, and you’re almost there). He fought in the mud in France and put a lot of horses out of their misery. Apparently, he enjoyed the stage – a song and a dance, and almost went professional after a string of successful nights at the local Roxy, all of which makes me want to have known him better, but he died in my teens. He laughed a lot, loved his vegetable garden and had a collection of handy-sized, hard-back books giving details of how various circuits and wiring worked. I recall his bear of an armchair and how it was in easy reach of a slim stack of shallow drawers from which he would take slender tools or small curios and sit and explain their significance to my bemused child self. I have the brown photo somewhere - it’s not one I’d like to frame as it raises too many questions for me. Like – is that bloke next to grandad meant to be Robinson Crusoe? Like – what prompted grandad to ‘black up’ from head to toe – is he Man Friday? And now, I stare at the photo handed to me by my friend of his grandfather, complete with rifle and medals, and again I silently ask my grandad – why?
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WIMBLEDON COMMON Wimbledon common Was always the place to go, Catching the train from Streatham The family all aglow, Sandwiches in a paper bag Thermos in a sack, Plastic sandels and tennis racket Not forgetting the cricket bat. Everyone was skippy The sun high in the sky, Dad had his umbrella But the rain was shy, Jumping from the platform Down a row of steps, Brother took a tumble And that was that. Plasters in a pocket All was mended soon, Finally recovered Felt over the moon, Reached the grassy stretches Whoops mind the dogs, Come away from the lovers They're out for a jog. Find a shiny tree trunk Horizontal on the ground, Four happy people Tuck in to raspberry jam, Now for the thermos Plastic cups ahead, Here come the wasps To eat our jam and bread. Later penguin biscuits And a trip behind the bin, Dad puts out the wickets Let's see who wins, After a quiet session Brother looses his cool, Slings the bat skyward You should see it go, Mother looked upwards Covering her head, Just managed to miss it Landing on the hedge. I went off walking To gather pretty flowers, Dad hid under the paper We had a quiet hour, Clouds gathering slowly The sun going down, What a lovely day in the country We're now homeward bound. In memory and gratitude to my lovely mum and dad Grace and Eric Ayton- Robinson who always did their best. Love Mary **
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Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 10:47 AM UTC
mary-gay-kearns
Wimbledon common
WIMBLEDON COMMON Wimbledon common Was always the place to go, Catching the train from Streatham The family all aglow, Sandwiches in a paper bag Thermos in a sack, Plastic sandels and tennis racket Not forgetting the cricket bat. Everyone was skippy The sun high in the sky, Dad had his umbrella But the rain was shy, Jumping from the platform Down a row of steps, Brother took a tumble And that was that. Plasters in a pocket All was mended soon, Finally recovered Felt over the moon, Reached the grassy stretches Whoops mind the dogs, Come away from the lovers They're out for a jog. Find a shiny tree trunk Horizontal on the ground, Four happy people Tuck in to raspberry jam, Now for the thermos Plastic cups ahead, Here come the wasps To eat our jam and bread. Later penguin biscuits And a trip behind the bin, Dad puts out the wickets Let's see who wins, After a quiet session Brother looses his cool, Slings the bat skyward You should see it go, Mother looked upwards Covering her head, Just managed to miss it Landing on the hedge. I went off walking To gather pretty flowers, Dad hid under the paper We had a quiet hour, Clouds gathering slowly The sun going down, What a lovely day in the country We're now homeward bound. In memory and gratitude to my lovely mum and dad Grace and Eric Ayton- Robinson who always did their best. Love Mary **
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Soft and warm, a quiet storm Quiet as when flowers talk at break of dawn, break of dawn A power source of tender force Generatin', radiatin', turnin' me on, turnin' me on Oh, you short circuit all my nerves Promising electric pains You touch me and suddenly there's rainbow rings Quiet storm blowing Through my life, oh Quiet storm blowing Through my life, oh blow, baby Oh, when you sigh, we can ride A butterfly caught up in a hurricane, hurricane Lucky me, I'm glad I'm free Suddenly I'm caught up in your summer rain oh, shower me with your sweet love I will bathe in every drop Through all the seasons Let it pour and never stop Quiet storm blowing Through my life, through my life You're just like a quiet storm blowing Through my life, through my life, through my life through my life, through my life Blowin', blowin', blowin', blowin' Ah, through my life Oh Hail soft storms of loving me Let them play on my desires Kiss me softly Let your lightenin' light my fire Quiet storm blowing Through my life, through my life You're just like a quiet storm blowing (blowing, blowing) Through my life, through my life Quiet storm blowing Through my life Quiet storm blowing (Oh, yeah) Through my life Oh Shower me with your sweet love I will bathe in ever drop Through all the seasons Let it pour and never stop Quiet storm blowing Through my life, through my life You're just like a quiet storm (blowing) Warm and tender, through my life (oh through my life) Quiet storm, you're blowing Through my life, through my life, through my life Quiet storm blowing Through my life Blow, baby Blow, baby Blow, baby Blow, baby Oh yeah, quiet storm yeah, quiet storm Blow, baby Blow, baby Blow, baby
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Dec 30, 2020
Dec 30, 2020 at 4:42 PM UTC
sherlene2
QUIET STORM, Smokey Robinson - poet, song writer, singer
Soft and warm, a quiet storm Quiet as when flowers talk at break of dawn, break of dawn A power source of tender force Generatin', radiatin', turnin' me on, turnin' me on Oh, you short circuit all my nerves Promising electric pains You touch me and suddenly there's rainbow rings Quiet storm blowing Through my life, oh Quiet storm blowing Through my life, oh blow, baby Oh, when you sigh, we can ride A butterfly caught up in a hurricane, hurricane Lucky me, I'm glad I'm free Suddenly I'm caught up in your summer rain oh, shower me with your sweet love I will bathe in every drop Through all the seasons Let it pour and never stop Quiet storm blowing Through my life, through my life You're just like a quiet storm blowing Through my life, through my life, through my life through my life, through my life Blowin', blowin', blowin', blowin' Ah, through my life Oh Hail soft storms of loving me Let them play on my desires Kiss me softly Let your lightenin' light my fire Quiet storm blowing Through my life, through my life You're just like a quiet storm blowing (blowing, blowing) Through my life, through my life Quiet storm blowing Through my life Quiet storm blowing (Oh, yeah) Through my life Oh Shower me with your sweet love I will bathe in ever drop Through all the seasons Let it pour and never stop Quiet storm blowing Through my life, through my life You're just like a quiet storm (blowing) Warm and tender, through my life (oh through my life) Quiet storm, you're blowing Through my life, through my life, through my life Quiet storm blowing Through my life Blow, baby Blow, baby Blow, baby Blow, baby Oh yeah, quiet storm yeah, quiet storm Blow, baby Blow, baby Blow, baby
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*Sonnet is love sonnet is rhyme' metaphorical pattern dove so much sublime.... Popular with poets new the Elizabethans too their mistresses so few used it to woo..... John Donne, his life catching the spirit of the Jacobean age his need to express his love for his wife, Anne, backstage...... Expression of religious passion and simply reflections of death The Victorians fashion and so many more breath..... Elizabeth Barrett Browning, the Rossettis, so blue and George Meredith were around were so new..... American poets noted Longfellow, expounded E. A. Robinson, devoted Elinor Wylie, and Edna St. Vincent Millay, astounded.... Sonnets make us sing makes us laugh cry with saving grace brings universal themes of love mon behalf..... Keep writing those sonnets all you wonderful and many more poets, keep wearing your bonnets that we all adore...* Debbie
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Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
deborah-brooks-langford
What is a Sonnet
*Sonnet is love sonnet is rhyme' metaphorical pattern dove so much sublime.... Popular with poets new the Elizabethans too their mistresses so few used it to woo..... John Donne, his life catching the spirit of the Jacobean age his need to express his love for his wife, Anne, backstage...... Expression of religious passion and simply reflections of death The Victorians fashion and so many more breath..... Elizabeth Barrett Browning, the Rossettis, so blue and George Meredith were around were so new..... American poets noted Longfellow, expounded E. A. Robinson, devoted Elinor Wylie, and Edna St. Vincent Millay, astounded.... Sonnets make us sing makes us laugh cry with saving grace brings universal themes of love mon behalf..... Keep writing those sonnets all you wonderful and many more poets, keep wearing your bonnets that we all adore...* Debbie
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When you ask the right question and get the answer you hoped wouldn't come When you find the truth and it's what you wished you'd never see You can feel it in the back of your mind The tension That feeling in your head that things aren't what you thought and they probably never were It's something you gotta sweat out before it clogs up your brain and your heart All learning is alleviation of tension All decisions too You can't run from it and you shouldn't want to In dialectics you have thesis, antithesis, and synthesis What is, why it shouldn't, and what must come next I promise that I'll never come to a final conclusion about what Anarchism really means Because anarchy means standing up for your neighbors Anarchy means letting the people you care about have the choice to not have you in their life Anarchy means embracing what you love even when it kills you And maybe it's up to me to make each day worth living To get out of bed and have a good reason for doing so Because some of us have to carry the baggage of being awake each day And some of us live their days painfully sober carrying the pain of emotions unhindered But the pain I feel now is as meaningless as the imaginary lines that separate countries or the flags that fly over them My pain is meaningless compared to the knowledge I stepped back so that you could live life according to what you want Because being an anarchist means living life in accordance to what you think And that's always been hard for me For once I knew exactly what I wanted But I also knew deep down you weren't ever as sure as I was And here we return to the tension The tension that has kept me up a few nights and forced be to go on long walks until my feet hurt instead of my heart The tension that left me feeling like nothing, but not in the way Max Stirner intended it So instead of hiding this tension or letting it eat away at me like so many times before I have to live according to what I think So we have the thesis: looking for stars through a wall of clouds and the hope I had in my heart The antithesis: uncertainty and a sentimental past two steps ahead of me The synthesis: Realizing that I need to let you go
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Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 1:05 AM UTC
daniel-robinson
The Anarchist Tension by Alfredo Bonanno by Daniel Robinson
When you ask the right question and get the answer you hoped wouldn't come When you find the truth and it's what you wished you'd never see You can feel it in the back of your mind The tension That feeling in your head that things aren't what you thought and they probably never were It's something you gotta sweat out before it clogs up your brain and your heart All learning is alleviation of tension All decisions too You can't run from it and you shouldn't want to In dialectics you have thesis, antithesis, and synthesis What is, why it shouldn't, and what must come next I promise that I'll never come to a final conclusion about what Anarchism really means Because anarchy means standing up for your neighbors Anarchy means letting the people you care about have the choice to not have you in their life Anarchy means embracing what you love even when it kills you And maybe it's up to me to make each day worth living To get out of bed and have a good reason for doing so Because some of us have to carry the baggage of being awake each day And some of us live their days painfully sober carrying the pain of emotions unhindered But the pain I feel now is as meaningless as the imaginary lines that separate countries or the flags that fly over them My pain is meaningless compared to the knowledge I stepped back so that you could live life according to what you want Because being an anarchist means living life in accordance to what you think And that's always been hard for me For once I knew exactly what I wanted But I also knew deep down you weren't ever as sure as I was And here we return to the tension The tension that has kept me up a few nights and forced be to go on long walks until my feet hurt instead of my heart The tension that left me feeling like nothing, but not in the way Max Stirner intended it So instead of hiding this tension or letting it eat away at me like so many times before I have to live according to what I think So we have the thesis: looking for stars through a wall of clouds and the hope I had in my heart The antithesis: uncertainty and a sentimental past two steps ahead of me The synthesis: Realizing that I need to let you go
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