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"unaligned" poems
Long I had tried, to make sense of what plagues the minds of those in love. Long I had cried, thinking myself far too rational to fall apart under your gaze. But now mystery brings out a certain charm in you that I've gotten so fond of. Unaligned symmetry; my half-a-heart and yours, never a perfect fit, but a bittersweet pair.
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC
Redamancy
What's up with this planet, who's in charge here Obviously ****** up people whose minds aren't clear They're clouded with greed They bribe people who lead Deaf are their ears when we plead Get out of our society, just leave You're not welcome here You make us hate and live in fear It's hard to believe people still fall for your games The world is blindly covered in your chains We will free ourselves just you watch We are raising the vibrations another notch Maybe you should run while you still can Before everyone finds out your sick twisted plan Revolution will be lurking around the corner and in the dark We need to inform everyone and ignite their spark Our souls know something is horribly wrong The caged bird sings the prettiest song Look at the music and what people say They're fed up with the planet and it's evil way Life here is horribly unaligned With Mother Earth and the divine Don't be distracted just open your eyes Get in tune with yourself, feel the vibrations rise You'll change the world if you look within Knowing thyself is how we win Don't stop growing, you'll never be done Love yourself and make your changes fun See the silver lining, the light, the sun Look at what's in front of you, don't just run Feel awareness in every part of your soul A loving world for all should be your goal Happiness isn't far out of reach Ignore false prophets and what they preach Let your experiences and your higher self teach Be a sustainer and not just a leach I promise we can change the world if we try Listen to what people are saying when they cry We should come together with love and compassion Quit self loathing and quit people bashin' Lend each other our heart and our hand Quit fighting over oil and this sacred land The Earth is for all of us to share To create something beautiful with endless care It's not all about you, it's all about us Now come join me on my hippie bus
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Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 10:41 AM UTC
Change The World, Empower Your Soul
What's up with this planet, who's in charge here Obviously ****** up people whose minds aren't clear They're clouded with greed They bribe people who lead Deaf are their ears when we plead Get out of our society, just leave You're not welcome here You make us hate and live in fear It's hard to believe people still fall for your games The world is blindly covered in your chains We will free ourselves just you watch We are raising the vibrations another notch Maybe you should run while you still can Before everyone finds out your sick twisted plan Revolution will be lurking around the corner and in the dark We need to inform everyone and ignite their spark Our souls know something is horribly wrong The caged bird sings the prettiest song Look at the music and what people say They're fed up with the planet and it's evil way Life here is horribly unaligned With Mother Earth and the divine Don't be distracted just open your eyes Get in tune with yourself, feel the vibrations rise You'll change the world if you look within Knowing thyself is how we win Don't stop growing, you'll never be done Love yourself and make your changes fun See the silver lining, the light, the sun Look at what's in front of you, don't just run Feel awareness in every part of your soul A loving world for all should be your goal Happiness isn't far out of reach Ignore false prophets and what they preach Let your experiences and your higher self teach Be a sustainer and not just a leach I promise we can change the world if we try Listen to what people are saying when they cry We should come together with love and compassion Quit self loathing and quit people bashin' Lend each other our heart and our hand Quit fighting over oil and this sacred land The Earth is for all of us to share To create something beautiful with endless care It's not all about you, it's all about us Now come join me on my hippie bus
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I, after difficult entry through my mother's blood And stumbling childhood (hitting my head against the world); I, intricate, easily unshipped, untracked, unaligned; Cut off in my communications; stammering; speaking A dialect shared by you, but not you and you; I, strangely undeft, bereft; I searching always For my lost rib (clothed in laughter yet understanding) To come round the corner of Wardour Street into the Square Or to signal across the Park and share my bed; I, focus in night for star-sent beams of light, I, fulcrum of levers whose end I cannot see ... Have this one deftness - that I admit undeftness: Know that the stars are far, the levers long: Can understand my unstrength.
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Any Man Speaks
. Random components in a broken box, all there is of the jigsaw dreams. Unaligned pieces distorting the picture, a wooden tapestry split at the seams. On the perimeter frame of insipid ice molten images interlace in mist, reaching for completion, a solid visage, defying the puzzle a right to exist. © Pagan Paul (09/10/17)
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Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 5:12 PM UTC
Puzzle
A young man Uncertain of his talents Seeking glory in former poems Scared of failing his own expectations The hardest critics, given by himself Afraid of lacking quality in midst spotlight He can't meet up to his former pieces New poems remain unpublished Uncertainty Detaining him from creation Letters remain unaligned clusters Wasted potential all along If only he was more confident To search that spotlight once again Maybe he could be an impact at last Influencing other poets
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Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 4:05 PM UTC
Spotlight
"For the moment, she soaks up all that she can." Fragile, unaligned, bristling flesh. Thoughts that stutter and repeat, breaking upon release Fully human. Organic. Vegetative. I touch grass and uncut daffodils, And feel no fear at expression. No fear of wrong turns. Merely a desire to grow towards the sun - A sun gaining warmth with each day.
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Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 9:11 AM UTC
Bermondsey, Cold and Bright
i am a survivor, i am a scavenger, i am a man with no shame. i am an artist, i am a writer, i am an iconoclast. i am a lover, i am a creator, i am a destroyer. i am quality, i am worthless, i am absence. i am man, i am conqueror, i am world-ender. i am an addict, i am old, i am wizened. i am free, i am young, i am unnurtured. i am secret, i am becoming, i am a wreck. i am a shadow, i am oblivious, i am obvious. i am obscene, i am abhorrent, i am hidden. i am a seeker, i abstain – i am a liar. i am a deceiver, i am an actor, i am unknowable. i am entirety, i am citizen, i am insolence. i am thought, i am concept, i am revoked. i am wanderer, i am thoughtless, i am lost. i am undying, i am inured, i am fleeting. i am alive, i am mythologized, i am end. i am a thief, i am a monster, i am alive. i am a philosopher, i am a thinker, i am superfluous. i am good, i am evil, i am unaligned. i am pragmastic, i am irrational, i am common sanity. i am emotional, i am withheld, i am interred. i am new, i am ruined, i am interregna. i am proper, i am erased, i am discrection. i am sought, i am not, i am simple. i am somnolent, i am erratic, i am errancy. i am abstinence, i am uncontrolled, i am the world. i am fraught, i am emptiness, i am humanity. i am dandelion, i am magnolia, i am an albatross. i am talent, i am intelligence, i am fettered. i am here and now, i am then and when, i am done. i am malice, i am harm, i am self-destruction. i am a fighter, i am encephalic, i am lost. i am alone, i am alive, i am free.
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Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 2:46 AM UTC
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i am a survivor, i am a scavenger, i am a man with no shame. i am an artist, i am a writer, i am an iconoclast. i am a lover, i am a creator, i am a destroyer. i am quality, i am worthless, i am absence. i am man, i am conqueror, i am world-ender. i am an addict, i am old, i am wizened. i am free, i am young, i am unnurtured. i am secret, i am becoming, i am a wreck. i am a shadow, i am oblivious, i am obvious. i am obscene, i am abhorrent, i am hidden. i am a seeker, i abstain – i am a liar. i am a deceiver, i am an actor, i am unknowable. i am entirety, i am citizen, i am insolence. i am thought, i am concept, i am revoked. i am wanderer, i am thoughtless, i am lost. i am undying, i am inured, i am fleeting. i am alive, i am mythologized, i am end. i am a thief, i am a monster, i am alive. i am a philosopher, i am a thinker, i am superfluous. i am good, i am evil, i am unaligned. i am pragmastic, i am irrational, i am common sanity. i am emotional, i am withheld, i am interred. i am new, i am ruined, i am interregna. i am proper, i am erased, i am discrection. i am sought, i am not, i am simple. i am somnolent, i am erratic, i am errancy. i am abstinence, i am uncontrolled, i am the world. i am fraught, i am emptiness, i am humanity. i am dandelion, i am magnolia, i am an albatross. i am talent, i am intelligence, i am fettered. i am here and now, i am then and when, i am done. i am malice, i am harm, i am self-destruction. i am a fighter, i am encephalic, i am lost. i am alone, i am alive, i am free.
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All along the broken trees and bridges Loom the heavy sins of man Opulence pinches her curvy ridges Nighttime is the right time For easy forms of forgiveness Here horn players blow out as they pass Shouting sorrows at the moon High notes vibe loose as Mrs. Cass Lays down her weary knees Folds her hands and prays Coyote madness moves in shadow Assassin pin striped and grey Barroom is closed with nowhere to go Sidewalk is splitting right under you Birds sit stained by a moon light blue Screeching southern gospel with tell tale Bill High grass weave in a hot Autumn night Bottle empty of those ****** sleeping pills Eyes heavy from work on the trail But my hearts heavy lookin' for bail Make your way to the end block Shoes broken eyes hung like satin Stop sign sadness with a broken down clock Time strikes a maddened midnight She said every things gonna' be alright Keys in the lock n' I'm so beat but I'll keep My shoes are caked in mud Doors ajar n' my dead end job won't start Now and then feels like the present and past All moments in time we grow to resent In the star struck night Ill be dancing alone Her skirt twirls yellow and gold Grass beneath me buried calm cool bones Death don't seem so bad sometimes Death tastes just like an old bordeaux wine When the wind picks up and makes you squint And your back is bent sideways Your soul feels spent and no ones gives you a hint Hold your eyes to the ocean for waves Come and most certainly go Over each minute flashes ride through Planets are forever unaligned Nod of rotations push stars far past Pluto A mash of slop soup tectonics Brimming on the edge of robotics
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Oct 27, 2011
Oct 27, 2011 at 5:17 AM UTC
Heart Lookin' for Bail
All along the broken trees and bridges Loom the heavy sins of man Opulence pinches her curvy ridges Nighttime is the right time For easy forms of forgiveness Here horn players blow out as they pass Shouting sorrows at the moon High notes vibe loose as Mrs. Cass Lays down her weary knees Folds her hands and prays Coyote madness moves in shadow Assassin pin striped and grey Barroom is closed with nowhere to go Sidewalk is splitting right under you Birds sit stained by a moon light blue Screeching southern gospel with tell tale Bill High grass weave in a hot Autumn night Bottle empty of those ****** sleeping pills Eyes heavy from work on the trail But my hearts heavy lookin' for bail Make your way to the end block Shoes broken eyes hung like satin Stop sign sadness with a broken down clock Time strikes a maddened midnight She said every things gonna' be alright Keys in the lock n' I'm so beat but I'll keep My shoes are caked in mud Doors ajar n' my dead end job won't start Now and then feels like the present and past All moments in time we grow to resent In the star struck night Ill be dancing alone Her skirt twirls yellow and gold Grass beneath me buried calm cool bones Death don't seem so bad sometimes Death tastes just like an old bordeaux wine When the wind picks up and makes you squint And your back is bent sideways Your soul feels spent and no ones gives you a hint Hold your eyes to the ocean for waves Come and most certainly go Over each minute flashes ride through Planets are forever unaligned Nod of rotations push stars far past Pluto A mash of slop soup tectonics Brimming on the edge of robotics
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Like a butterfly who misses the many legs it once had Back then when it could only crawl and climb Like a flower that misses itself at its shortest stem When it was just a seedling right before its prime There are moments when nostalgia hits Too much that it makes me unaligned I ponder if I should regress to who I once was Only to go against my evolutionary design Or perhaps I just miss knowing I was loved So I question whether again, I would find Acceptance and belonging with fond memories With the current identity I now reside I could go back and make things simple again Go along with what I’ve been assigned It's been done before, a path predetermined With the name I was given at the starting line When I consider such a thought I feel much resistance As though I am forfeiting without much of a fight I feel caged, suffocated with helplessness If I had to persist in a life limited to foresight Know where I've been so I know where I’m going Where is the bridge where these two paths combine? To keep treading forward as I shed all that is unbecoming Becoming a way of being I can personally identify
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Aug 19, 2022
Aug 19, 2022 at 6:07 AM UTC
Sentimental
Another case of missing you And all I have are empty pill bottles And broken picture frames Scattering my carpet I've lost the will to suffer the poison of my mind And the frailty of my heart Loose-leaf love notes lay unwritten Begging to be finished The ache that writhes inside my chest is your absence And the miracle of your voice Faded daydreams fight through the nightmares Yearning for sincerity in their actions Inside misty lullabies are arising heart palpitations And thoughts of "what could've been" Ephemeral kisses mask my lips Raging for redemption Unaligned stars failed to hold us together And seal our dearest fate Trite misunderstandings hide my frowns Beneath the surface of reality Half-bitten apples like fragments of my heart disperse on the floor And attract anxious ants Hallow stomaches crave more than the necessity of nutrients It requests psychological fulfillment Swallowed confessions you continue to choke on And repeating apologies Distrusting anchors hold me back from the words I wish to say Begging for love An ocean, of salty tears Drip onto the tastebuds that always adored you And suddenly- nostalgic eyes are all I see In the mirror
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Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC
Misty Lullabies, Faulty Alabis
my universe and yours, do they differ? because while you keep blaming her for our unaligned timings and past mishaps, in mine, you're my orbit and the future i wasn't so sure of having
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Feb 12, 2023
Feb 12, 2023 at 9:49 PM UTC
yours
Sun dust haze an old wooden door I reach, locked handles, hands pressed splintering knock, The newspaper reads EVACUATION NECCESARRY Exasperation of the lilting seed of sanity; the clocks unaligned to my watch the fridge has been off for days milk curdled, cheese hardened this Panadol, IbuProfen parachute me down, codeine hits me hard upon the ground the fireplace surrounds a dragon breathing flames out of our mouths and the room is no longer hot; it is supernova. Stars sound like songbirds outside, shooting, gargled gin smells like grace, erase the drone of Arab spring the scent of comradery for a security station computational bastion; calculus of reason, reputation, family, existential crisis lets circumnavigate to the window , reality split by liquid, a rainbow in the sea, children dancing beneath the Pohutakawa tree “Hello?” “Hello, were you here all along?” “Long enough to see those purple hues of your dressing gown, you standing aimless across the room, you came here today too?” “I didn’t really choose” balloons, still tied to the ceiling pop “I must go” “Stop” ground dissolves, glass mirrors, present, past pop “take my hand lets watch the angels carry the sun away”
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Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 2:57 PM UTC
Untitled
loss and rainbows where two edges meet orchestras of cellos (purposely out of tune) shallow gasps manifested in rest notes between the spaces of off-key melodies mosquito bites and your suggestion that my blood must be sweetest but I can't take you as a compliment; this is not a time for threats, my darling, nor is it a time for deaths. it is not a time for spaceless thoughts nor for confessions with political motives under white garments of smiles and spices and seductive entices the breath gets deeper even if only for a moment and then the gasp returns: the window blinds my glasses the windows blind the masses the windowblinds conceal the sun from me which hides my sanity and peace behind the instruments and their voices but it is probably to be found in the rests where the bars meet each other at the edges, where the silences collide and burn as substances react to oxygen and oxidized carbon and I don't feel god and that is startling, it is starting to sound like a long bar of rest notes or a mind which deciphers like stars out of their constellations out of their occupations out of their spheres like stars unaligned like lies out of signs in the open blinding sun shining minds sparkling like water after a chemical synthetic process (like most of our bodies) and my condescending opinions on all who give in to fabrications and useless surgeries and drugs to feel or to stop feeling, or to reverse the effects of our sadness our misery our traumas and dramas without seeing them face to face, eye to eye, because to turn around blindly is so. much. easier.
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Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 10:05 AM UTC
and i don't feel god
loss and rainbows where two edges meet orchestras of cellos (purposely out of tune) shallow gasps manifested in rest notes between the spaces of off-key melodies mosquito bites and your suggestion that my blood must be sweetest but I can't take you as a compliment; this is not a time for threats, my darling, nor is it a time for deaths. it is not a time for spaceless thoughts nor for confessions with political motives under white garments of smiles and spices and seductive entices the breath gets deeper even if only for a moment and then the gasp returns: the window blinds my glasses the windows blind the masses the windowblinds conceal the sun from me which hides my sanity and peace behind the instruments and their voices but it is probably to be found in the rests where the bars meet each other at the edges, where the silences collide and burn as substances react to oxygen and oxidized carbon and I don't feel god and that is startling, it is starting to sound like a long bar of rest notes or a mind which deciphers like stars out of their constellations out of their occupations out of their spheres like stars unaligned like lies out of signs in the open blinding sun shining minds sparkling like water after a chemical synthetic process (like most of our bodies) and my condescending opinions on all who give in to fabrications and useless surgeries and drugs to feel or to stop feeling, or to reverse the effects of our sadness our misery our traumas and dramas without seeing them face to face, eye to eye, because to turn around blindly is so. much. easier.
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There is no easy way out. Finding solace in cigarettes, malice in each intent. When we kiss and flash, I taste snow and ash- slippery, salty blood lust. 4 a.m galaxies and gold speckled chains. The thud in your lungs and the flood in my veins. Adjusting my pace simply to make space for the passing of strangers I'll quickly erase. From my celestial mind and my unaligned spine. While these battered boots pitter patter atop the gum splattered streets, Where I silently succumb to an alarming defeat. You, jumbling and juggling my thoughts- they cling like sweaty icicles in the their last dying breath. You, me, we. Naked on a patch of empty mattress Everything too symbolic to possibly process Standing solitary in unison beneath the draining translucent sink above a degree too warm, my skin blushing on accident- insides tangled and squirming when that warm wet hand wrapped itself so delicately around an unremembered segment of skin . a stray fingertip racing up my thigh, my throat clasping at the shudder as i glance into those boring brown eyes "I don't **** people I respect." But this was a truth that was too soon broken, I was disguised, misguided and easily cloaked when the eyes I knew from a childish fluke swept me into a bed of nails that i thought would protect me you, me, we- behind a rubber duck shower curtain in the spotlight of the stage where the x's had been taped i was made certain a foolish damsel in distress to each falsified caress. but in those last fleeting moments where the memory's page starts to curl and break you reached your arms out to me and like damp sheets in the breeze of my body we take our final plunge for all to see and we lower to our knees to scrub the smudges in between.
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Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 10:03 AM UTC
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There is no easy way out. Finding solace in cigarettes, malice in each intent. When we kiss and flash, I taste snow and ash- slippery, salty blood lust. 4 a.m galaxies and gold speckled chains. The thud in your lungs and the flood in my veins. Adjusting my pace simply to make space for the passing of strangers I'll quickly erase. From my celestial mind and my unaligned spine. While these battered boots pitter patter atop the gum splattered streets, Where I silently succumb to an alarming defeat. You, jumbling and juggling my thoughts- they cling like sweaty icicles in the their last dying breath. You, me, we. Naked on a patch of empty mattress Everything too symbolic to possibly process Standing solitary in unison beneath the draining translucent sink above a degree too warm, my skin blushing on accident- insides tangled and squirming when that warm wet hand wrapped itself so delicately around an unremembered segment of skin . a stray fingertip racing up my thigh, my throat clasping at the shudder as i glance into those boring brown eyes "I don't **** people I respect." But this was a truth that was too soon broken, I was disguised, misguided and easily cloaked when the eyes I knew from a childish fluke swept me into a bed of nails that i thought would protect me you, me, we- behind a rubber duck shower curtain in the spotlight of the stage where the x's had been taped i was made certain a foolish damsel in distress to each falsified caress. but in those last fleeting moments where the memory's page starts to curl and break you reached your arms out to me and like damp sheets in the breeze of my body we take our final plunge for all to see and we lower to our knees to scrub the smudges in between.
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*Sometimes, somewhere in my mind it scratches through the surface. It eats me alive inside. So how is it that*  I am  *still apart of this life. In mine,*  Corruption in my criminal mind leaves me  NOT  fine. Chosen  *to keep moving closer to my heart that can still be defined. Inclined and unaligned through my spine,*  I see the  *story through my eyes and it pulls me behind. My*  world  is unkind. As  *for this life I used to fight, and for I*  never  *shined. So It's* FINE? No, here I wine about the life of my  corrupted minds.
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May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
Not Fine
I'm traveling the whole world And I've seemed to miss South Caroline Wish I could go, but that's nothing but a dream You're in a sleepy state, but I guess I want to make up for the lost time we made Then trying to hide the lights and fame beneath the shade of your frame You'll make me a man, all the same, all the same You'll have me calling your name South Caroline, South Caroline.. You'll have me at the point of a blame I might look back into the night, but I'll never be ashamed You'll make me another man, all the same, all the same We're all hammered, who's even paying attention to the game? I can't do nothing for too long, not with your body singing me songs When every contour of your figure is embossing my wrongs I've been looking to the stars for advice but your ambient shine pollutes the sky I want to see the way, but the streets I follow are too **** unaligned Grab me here, grab me there Please don't leave me to my thoughts South Caroline I'm half passed cloud nine I've been grabbing your hair and your eyes are giving me a stare Like when you're alone you'd rather be here Like the city around you doesn't allow you to feel any fear You're giving me highway signs, I'm on my way to South Caroline
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Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 2:39 AM UTC
South Caroline
I prefer the certainty of separation Than the uncertainty of 'almost'
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Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 6:33 PM UTC
Unaligned
Straining your neck to get a second look At distant locks Shaking "I tried" Turning door knobs inside out Anxious patterns spinning ties Sweating for warmth Stepping into socks, enclosed travels You're too cold to exist Grabbing anything you can grab in sight Twisting your mind To escape living ecstasy Dreams of you and me The moon falls upward The sky falls below while the cars fly Like a limousine to me You used to be considered fancy Six feet under, in my mind Forgotten parts of cringing discoveries Lost and found inside miscellaneous medicines Remodeling harsh eyes Confused expressions set on autopilot Degrading, regenerating Organs and miles of dusted feet Lost between them that are you Emotions trample your face Tracking slush in the cracks of your flaws Where is the army fleeing? Desire to feel them burn Spines form to given foam But as you lose yourself they trade for former homes Laying themselves down, unaligned In different storylines Dictionaries have answers to everything known Owning all meanings, meaning nothing at all Labeling individuals and all things From avalanches to eruption of mankind Fix my eyes on you Scribble languages on napkins To bring education from there to near Forget this just to remember.
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Nov 10, 2011
Nov 10, 2011 at 9:41 AM UTC
Forget This
One of a kind??? To be undermined As this earth is redesigned by so called masterminds The future predefined becoming unaligned and a lot less kind The direction does not have to be underlined The evils has all combined To define the fate of Mankind The divine it seems confined Mankind has lost it's  faith Now it's only about cyberspace So much time with this we waist   Is it upper case or lower case is it in the database ??? It will be the down fall of the human race You wait!! Can't you see how it dominates It will detonate Mankind As we overpopulate We need to reevaluate the direction of Mankind !!
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Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 8:59 PM UTC
Mankind
Sometimes you don't realise that all these eyes just distract your mind with sensations of being unaligned.
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Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 7:32 PM UTC
Onlookers
Seemingly precise yet akimbo Inflected glares bend windows Directly begin kin in skin We sin again. Yours is mine redefined More blessed so unaligned. Sight delight our kindled spite Adjourn loops and dash hopes Love longs its wrong devotes. A myriad making way Unelectric secrete display Rolling sheets tumbling say Let fluid fly demon's prey. Loping along Coping strong Moaning songs Rejoicing our way The way to Much.
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Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 7:29 PM UTC
The Way to Much