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"unavoidable" poems
by definition, lust is extreme ****** desire for someone by nature, lust is uncontrollable... I'm attracted to my thirty-seven year old male teacher and my eighteen year old male coworker and the quirky girl who sits behind me in history, what? by religion, lust is a sin, punishable by Hell, whatever that is. lust is unavoidable, but socially unacceptable to act upon.
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Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC
lust
the sounds are there, they come through walls right around the corner they're not visual, they're miserable and in need they're equal opportunity exhibitionists lovers of a family get together, taking everything in parasitic and aware, destitute and stuck but they're also there at the wrong time the wrong time for the person who's alone the wrong time for a person who's disconnected because they want to be enjoying peace and quiet alone by themselves in an old house with summer outside making its noises, crickets trees rustling under a jeweled sky, the pinnacle of up high breathing in the home air of cannibus, lotion and food being disturbed is far from a thought, but unavoidable simultaneously because the house has a strange history the basement floods, and the machinery kicks in the mind ponders as the constellations wander the nights grow and shrink, the body is dry, bone dry the shower is turned on, soap, shampoo lost in the mind on autopilot until the spine stiffens its without a doubt that I'm not alone now a minute ago i was the master of this house a minute ago I was naked in the hallway, smoking a cigar now I've been usurped and I just want to barricade myself in this house that I've live in for 15 years, now i beg for permission to stay just one more night I beg because how could I possibly fight It's my conscious or the pontius pilate I hope it's the former, because if not, blowout the pilot light There's little hope for re-ignition or stellar recognition
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Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 2:30 PM UTC
relaxing shower?
the sounds are there, they come through walls right around the corner they're not visual, they're miserable and in need they're equal opportunity exhibitionists lovers of a family get together, taking everything in parasitic and aware, destitute and stuck but they're also there at the wrong time the wrong time for the person who's alone the wrong time for a person who's disconnected because they want to be enjoying peace and quiet alone by themselves in an old house with summer outside making its noises, crickets trees rustling under a jeweled sky, the pinnacle of up high breathing in the home air of cannibus, lotion and food being disturbed is far from a thought, but unavoidable simultaneously because the house has a strange history the basement floods, and the machinery kicks in the mind ponders as the constellations wander the nights grow and shrink, the body is dry, bone dry the shower is turned on, soap, shampoo lost in the mind on autopilot until the spine stiffens its without a doubt that I'm not alone now a minute ago i was the master of this house a minute ago I was naked in the hallway, smoking a cigar now I've been usurped and I just want to barricade myself in this house that I've live in for 15 years, now i beg for permission to stay just one more night I beg because how could I possibly fight It's my conscious or the pontius pilate I hope it's the former, because if not, blowout the pilot light There's little hope for re-ignition or stellar recognition
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In this life you will find Degradation unavoidable For it is in the weather of our life Degradation is like radioactive waste We pass like presents to each other The rain on a wedding day As I did once live In the shadows of dread As degradation breathed on me And I fell into the pits of self doubt And stank of slimy sewers For I was lost in loathing , But my soul grew rapidly In the muck and mud of this world For it was fertile and rich As my roots drank up all its goodness So please send me your degradation Your disrespect and contempt Your pretty wrapping of best interests Makes no fool of me For I will soak it up like the sky above For I embrace my madness And caress her beauty Like the most cherished lover As you reject your life Within the tight confines Of your own reason As you seek to bury your Disappointments in me I hold your self doubt in my hands For you live by scales and ranking As I throw away all scales And burn all efforts For there is nothing I can take from this world So please, please Strain if you must Look down on me If you can, As I am above For I own the sky And live above and beyond But all degradation disappears In the softest heart Of self acceptance As I fill the room All banter falls like the softest snow As we serenely dance and play In our snowball games As I learn to swing and play All jokes bounce and tickle The inside of my belly For I live in the ecstasy Of my own self acceptance As we roll around like clowns All barriers broken Our bellies full of joy As we spill over with love And bounce around like jelly For no degradation exists In the center of our hearts Where God permeates our souls For his love should be Followed into us whole As I accept God's goodness And perfection in all of me
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Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 6:06 AM UTC
DEGRADATION AND SELF ACCEPTANCE
In this life you will find Degradation unavoidable For it is in the weather of our life Degradation is like radioactive waste We pass like presents to each other The rain on a wedding day As I did once live In the shadows of dread As degradation breathed on me And I fell into the pits of self doubt And stank of slimy sewers For I was lost in loathing , But my soul grew rapidly In the muck and mud of this world For it was fertile and rich As my roots drank up all its goodness So please send me your degradation Your disrespect and contempt Your pretty wrapping of best interests Makes no fool of me For I will soak it up like the sky above For I embrace my madness And caress her beauty Like the most cherished lover As you reject your life Within the tight confines Of your own reason As you seek to bury your Disappointments in me I hold your self doubt in my hands For you live by scales and ranking As I throw away all scales And burn all efforts For there is nothing I can take from this world So please, please Strain if you must Look down on me If you can, As I am above For I own the sky And live above and beyond But all degradation disappears In the softest heart Of self acceptance As I fill the room All banter falls like the softest snow As we serenely dance and play In our snowball games As I learn to swing and play All jokes bounce and tickle The inside of my belly For I live in the ecstasy Of my own self acceptance As we roll around like clowns All barriers broken Our bellies full of joy As we spill over with love And bounce around like jelly For no degradation exists In the center of our hearts Where God permeates our souls For his love should be Followed into us whole As I accept God's goodness And perfection in all of me
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Is burrowing a web weaving a collection, accumulating an anthology For a far gone day Stash them away set them aside with a what, when, why rather than right now ambitious zeal discoverable. findability. Its the nature of the undertaking. My minds an unavoidable reciprocal Gratified by wasting time, It’s just there filling space Tucked away for a rainy day In every nook and cranny Tickling the fancy. Affording a kind of intellectual gusto that's borderline deplorable accumulatively downright trifling. Nonetheless, even if it's unnecessary I'll never get my fill paper to hand typing away uncovering all of life's mysteries
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Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 10:09 AM UTC
This Nervous Squirrel
Dear life, what is it that makes you take on a journey which always leads towards an unavoidable, devestating yet resenting death ? Since I cannot understand it fully I wander upon this world without finding any clear answers to satisfy the curiousity my heart bears. In the realm of dreams I find rest, as my mind engages into this illusion and frees me from this reality for as long as my body pleases. Awakened by loitering darkness, these questions are repeating themselves on a path of recurrance, without decreasing in strengh. As my breath dies while feeling the agony, flames of hatred are seeping through my fragile, delicate existence, giving energy. Rumbling, boiling in sadness I tell myself that anyone's forgiveness is not neccesary, losing control over this riot of pure fury without heart. Looking back a thousand times, it remains as my very best choice. Letting these emotions race, rage and rampage uncontrollably Whilst losing ones self within a lunatic laughter to release pressure I cannot stop these tears, pitying the past long gone rolling down my cheeks, moistening the very soil I am growing on, as a pure lily Until the moment comes in which my body exhausts itself and allows me to enter the world of dreams, where despair fades into happiness. Until the sun rises once again ~ Umi
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Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 6:23 PM UTC
Pure Lunacy
INEVITABLE: unable to be avoided, unable to be evaded, or escaped; certain; necessary: An inevitable conclusion. Sure to occur, sure to happen, or sure to come to pass; unavoidable. Change is not subject to time, change is only subject to change, and even though season's change, time changes, the weather changes, and people change, change is happening all around us, just to let us know, that change is inevitable, it has to happen. Change is so inevitable, that you cannot stay the same, an infant child cannot stay an infant child forever, for at some point the infant child has to become a teenager, and the teenager has to become an adult, because change is inevitable. Even a baby in it's mothers womb knows change is inevitable, for the fetus cannot stay in his mothers womb beyond it's time of change, for if it does, it will destroy the mother. Change is so inevitable, that GOD shows us change in all creation, for even caterpillars change into beautiful flying butterflies. An ugly green caterpillar with multiple legs knows he has to change into something beautiful someday, because change is inevitable. Brothers and sisters, change is so inevitable, and it's so important that you change for the better, that time will work against you If you don't change, and time will destroy you if you stay the same, because time is changing whether you accept change or not. So you might as well submit to change, or time will force you to submit to change, whether you accept change or not.
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Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 6:14 AM UTC
CHANGE IS INEVITABLE
INEVITABLE: unable to be avoided, unable to be evaded, or escaped; certain; necessary: An inevitable conclusion. Sure to occur, sure to happen, or sure to come to pass; unavoidable. Change is not subject to time, change is only subject to change, and even though season's change, time changes, the weather changes, and people change, change is happening all around us, just to let us know, that change is inevitable, it has to happen. Change is so inevitable, that you cannot stay the same, an infant child cannot stay an infant child forever, for at some point the infant child has to become a teenager, and the teenager has to become an adult, because change is inevitable. Even a baby in it's mothers womb knows change is inevitable, for the fetus cannot stay in his mothers womb beyond it's time of change, for if it does, it will destroy the mother. Change is so inevitable, that GOD shows us change in all creation, for even caterpillars change into beautiful flying butterflies. An ugly green caterpillar with multiple legs knows he has to change into something beautiful someday, because change is inevitable. Brothers and sisters, change is so inevitable, and it's so important that you change for the better, that time will work against you If you don't change, and time will destroy you if you stay the same, because time is changing whether you accept change or not. So you might as well submit to change, or time will force you to submit to change, whether you accept change or not.
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Tirelessly I am searching Reaching for another answer or something else that makes sense A self-fulfilling prophecy - I shoot myself in the face Unavoidable Desolate and Worthless. I am the source of my deepest grief An obsession and fixation that can not be shaken. I am forsaken Lost It is the only path that I choose My muse - I may never let this go With me in my dreams forever "I will be scarred for life"
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Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 6:48 PM UTC
Obsession
tears fall your name i call gone frozen in time wasting away life heartbroken. outright cry strikes at night lost. always lost confused. anxious. scared. lies. knife acts like gasoline , poured on me cast a match flip the latch to the prison cell of lost hearts murmur my name before i slain the wretched beast whisper into the dead alleyways a revival unavoidable n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ l̶o̶s̶t̶. c̶o̶n̶f̶u̶s̶e̶d̶ a̶n̶x̶i̶o̶u̶s̶. s̶c̶a̶r̶e̶d̶. more deceit. cold like a untouched angel away from the worst danger i am born again. purged. regenerated. strengthened. renewed. rebirth. (b.d.s.)
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Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 7:00 PM UTC
isolation
Blue skies are now a vibrant shade of red, Unavoidable screaming can be heard, Thousands of souls who have suffered and bled, The survivors mutter words that are slurred. Lying awake reflecting on the past, “How could I have not saved my dear brother?” Inner demons fight me as if I asked. I remember those eyes like no other, A small bullet that travelled through his chest, My name was the last to be spoken. Tears escape my eyes for my big brother. Right through my heart I feel a gust of wind, Unrecognised now I am for mankind.
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Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 10:57 AM UTC
Collateral Damage
One day my best friend sent me her poems, And one poem hit far too close to home, Heartbreak Girl. In it she talked about a commercial, A commercial where a man quits smoking, And being separated from the addiction Turns him into a mess. She writes: "It was on Heartbreak Girl, The days when I couldn't eat for missing her. When every moment was made of fear That I would see something that would tear me open and make me miss her Make me re-realize that she was over (And so was I.) (The me I loved, whose ghost I still look at in the mirror behind me.) (The me I never got to say goodbye to before she died.) " These words, became a cautionary tale... I know, in a matter of weeks, I will be the Heartbreak Girl. I will be a mess. I will not be easy to put back together. My wounds will all be opened, stinging as I feel the wind blow against them. And it's gonna hurt like hell. But there will be a difference between me and the Heartbreak Girl: I know it's coming. I watch as the sand falls through the hour glass, And with every grain of sand, my heart breaks a little bit more. I try to keep it together. I try not to look at the hourglass, But there it sits, in plain sight. Unavoidable. It's coming, any day now. And it will break. But since I know it's coming, I use the Heartbreak Girl's story to remind me That at least I have a chance to say goodbye To him But more importantly to me The me I was when I told him my dreams were coming true... When I told him I was leaving... And he picked me up, spun me around, and kissed me... Because he was struck by a moment of genuine euphoria… For me. In that moment, I had everything I had ever wanted. I was the me I always wanted to be. I have a chance to say goodbye to her. And I want to do it right. That girl is everything I ever wanted to be. And I'm terrified to leave her behind. Because I really love her. But I know it's only a matter of time until I have to. And I'll be ****** if I don't give her a proper goodbye. I worked too hard and too long not to give her the goodbye she deserves. When it's time to say goodbye, I will go to that spot. I will stand there, And I will let her go, She can't stay forever, Because if she could, she wouldn't be such an enigma, I would eventually take her for granted, And I never want to do that. Because she's perfect. At least to me. Once I let her go, I will make way for the new girl, Who I'm excited to meet, And who I'm excited to become, Even though, a part of her will be broken, Eventually the wounds will somewhat heal. Somewhat. She will be amazing, And most of what I've always wanted her to be, Except for the missing piece of her heart... Because when I say goodbye to the girl I am now, I will also leave a piece of my heart in that spot. And it will forever stay in that spot. In a place that I know he will be. In the place that he needs to be. To become the man HE always wants to be, And to the man I genuinely want him to become. Even if it is without me: The Heartbreak Girl. Who I will have to become in order for him to be who he wants to be. It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make. For him. After the funeral, eventually I will have a reason to smile. Because I have sacrificed so much. So that we can become the people we always wanted. Even if we don't have each other. Even if I am The Heartbreak Girl.
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Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
A Response to Heartbreak Girl
One day my best friend sent me her poems, And one poem hit far too close to home, Heartbreak Girl. In it she talked about a commercial, A commercial where a man quits smoking, And being separated from the addiction Turns him into a mess. She writes: "It was on Heartbreak Girl, The days when I couldn't eat for missing her. When every moment was made of fear That I would see something that would tear me open and make me miss her Make me re-realize that she was over (And so was I.) (The me I loved, whose ghost I still look at in the mirror behind me.) (The me I never got to say goodbye to before she died.) " These words, became a cautionary tale... I know, in a matter of weeks, I will be the Heartbreak Girl. I will be a mess. I will not be easy to put back together. My wounds will all be opened, stinging as I feel the wind blow against them. And it's gonna hurt like hell. But there will be a difference between me and the Heartbreak Girl: I know it's coming. I watch as the sand falls through the hour glass, And with every grain of sand, my heart breaks a little bit more. I try to keep it together. I try not to look at the hourglass, But there it sits, in plain sight. Unavoidable. It's coming, any day now. And it will break. But since I know it's coming, I use the Heartbreak Girl's story to remind me That at least I have a chance to say goodbye To him But more importantly to me The me I was when I told him my dreams were coming true... When I told him I was leaving... And he picked me up, spun me around, and kissed me... Because he was struck by a moment of genuine euphoria… For me. In that moment, I had everything I had ever wanted. I was the me I always wanted to be. I have a chance to say goodbye to her. And I want to do it right. That girl is everything I ever wanted to be. And I'm terrified to leave her behind. Because I really love her. But I know it's only a matter of time until I have to. And I'll be ****** if I don't give her a proper goodbye. I worked too hard and too long not to give her the goodbye she deserves. When it's time to say goodbye, I will go to that spot. I will stand there, And I will let her go, She can't stay forever, Because if she could, she wouldn't be such an enigma, I would eventually take her for granted, And I never want to do that. Because she's perfect. At least to me. Once I let her go, I will make way for the new girl, Who I'm excited to meet, And who I'm excited to become, Even though, a part of her will be broken, Eventually the wounds will somewhat heal. Somewhat. She will be amazing, And most of what I've always wanted her to be, Except for the missing piece of her heart... Because when I say goodbye to the girl I am now, I will also leave a piece of my heart in that spot. And it will forever stay in that spot. In a place that I know he will be. In the place that he needs to be. To become the man HE always wants to be, And to the man I genuinely want him to become. Even if it is without me: The Heartbreak Girl. Who I will have to become in order for him to be who he wants to be. It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make. For him. After the funeral, eventually I will have a reason to smile. Because I have sacrificed so much. So that we can become the people we always wanted. Even if we don't have each other. Even if I am The Heartbreak Girl.
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Is the only thing worth counting on, Counting on that death is just ahead? While living is unavoidable. I would have given an answer to you, If I had never met you. Now my affection will subside. You can never return it. Right now, that’s okay. I don’t need you to feel for me, Like I feel for you. Just being is fine. But one day, I don’t know. If you start playing with my emotions, And toying with my heart. On that day I can’t be certain, And I don’t know if I will be able to control, Your death, Sagittarius.
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Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 12:30 AM UTC
Death, Sagittarius
I've never met a person who could make me angry as quickly as you. But when I need someone to make me laugh unexpectedly- you do that too. Mom always told us, when we were certain we couldn't be related, That we'd never stop needing each other. A sibling couldn't be traded. We often joked that hospitals switch babies all the time. But deep down I knew, that even with your very worst parts, you were mine. It's been quite awhile since I heard you laugh. I find myself replaying conversations wishing they would last. Missing all the things so uniquely you Wishing I'd known sooner that what Mom said was true. You're more like me than either of us could have known. Now I see that losing you is like losing my only way home, Because I have a connection to you unlike any other. It was unavoidable. You're my Big brother.
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Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 8:17 PM UTC
Big Brother
my descent into Darkness; i remember how beautiful It felt. being swallowed into The Pitiful Abyss until i was sealed underneath Its surface. it was pure Bliss. numbing my emotions, Its darkness encapsulated my feelings, keeping them buried out of sight. falling   diving   sliding               sinking. the days grazed into nothingness. the agony was gone. It felt wonderful. there were fires burning above the surface but no longer were they felt by me, only others. It was a beautiful descent. yet as i slowly began to lose my breath, Its pain began to to pierce my lungs, asphyxiating me by means of emotional strangulation. my unbearable grief fired into my bloodstream, the effects worse than ****** and without the pleasure. It's flooding through my veins as tears endlessly cascaded down my cheeks. "How did I get here?" the pain became unavoidable, unbearable. but how can you become what you already are? it was then when i realized: i wasn't sinking into the Abyss, i was drowning inside of It.
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Feb 1, 2022
Feb 1, 2022 at 1:20 AM UTC
the abyss
I need a mask To hide the fears Ensnaring my heart I need a mask To hide the feelings I still have for you I need a mask To hide my anxieties While talking to you again I need a mask To hide my frustrations Over being not over you I need a mask To hide the chaos That lingers in my broken solace I need a mask To hide the tears And show you a false smile I need a mask To hide the screams That I suppress in my lungs I need a mask To hide my weakness So that you'll never see I need a mask To avoid my fears Of seeing you happy While I drown in my misery I need a mask To create a masterpiece That fools me into thinking I'm gonna be okay I need a mask To hide the fact That until now Nobody can replace you I need a mask To avoid confronting These unavoidable emotions Telling me that I still love you I need a mask To avoid everything about you To keep my sanity in check Even when insanity eats me away I need a mask To hide me from your world So that someday I may forget you I need a mask But which one should I wear When I'm confronted with the truth That you'll never come back to me?
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Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 3:42 PM UTC
Masks
Life is unavoidably ecstatic, at every scale, degree, level, dimension, an oscillation, season to season day to night to day to night cycle by cycle wax by wane feeling by feeling to feeling always moving both ways all ways always crest, trough, cresting- falling, lifting-crashing riding, riding out and in and through and by and by, bursting.. I could explode, I might explode, I did explode, I do explode though I'm contained, boundary by boundary, transcending, including, moving always moving both ways all ways always rainbows weaving spectral waving, rivers raging, bodies growing, organismic, oceanic, orgiastic in-ing, out-ing, coming-going, holding, letting go, flowing, flowing, flows surrendered, building, pursing, pleasing, pangs, paining, ripping, breaking, sorrows to joys to shade to shine, as chasms to substantiation, as abyssal to full, as burn to burning, to smoke etheric, to ashes, to ground, all passions as passions passion pumping, filling, releasing on-ing, off-ing, alive-dying-birthing-living, living as moving always moving, transforming breath by breath by breathing, being this to that, a changeling, changing always moving always moving both ways all ways always
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Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 3:09 PM UTC
The Unavoidable Ecstasy of Life (always moving, all ways)
My dad dug his foot into my back like a shovel breaking soil. If I do enough push ups, can I put a smile on your face. If I move the earth for you, will meteors stop me. I carried sparklers in my hands while cannon-kisses erupted in the sky, and my cousin swore that I'd hurt myself. But I explained to him that history repeats itself, and that my hurt is unavoidable. Like the hug of a grieving grandmother, and the staring off into space, as her tears stain my white oxford lie. There's no way to get out of this place. Finding new ways to live in death. I don't want to be cool. I don't want to be cool. And her fingers left a ******* on my back. And my mouth melted onto hers. I love her until my eyes **** in sleep. And it's deep. And it's deep. The swirl of the ceiling sank down like a child being drowned by his mother. And I missed my brother, and I missed it all. I don't want to be cool. I don't want to be cool. No, not anymore.
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Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 11:49 PM UTC
Broken Glass
right choices at the wrong time bad choices at the right time choices that change your life unexpected consequences contradictions leading you in arduous paths which will condition your trip deviations that turn against you choices of which you will regret every moment of your existence choices you have not completed lack of courage that you will regret until you run out of breath leaps into the void clashes wounds choices unavoidable words that define your being
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Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 4:14 AM UTC
choices
Liquid Impulses seep through my bones and become an unavoidable poison with the power to shatter my glass organs right through my bleeding skin I am getting you ***** but you handle secrets well anything to make you feel more special than standing at the airport making small talk with every pair of lungs so it doesn't look like you're facing all this mass alone I asked you politely to stop forcing continents and veiny constellations on me but nightly pleasure is your forte and I'm not going to pretend I want you to stay you have handguns that you pray you'll never use, during your long visits to ceremony you call yourself lonely, but can barley say it because like always you're loosing your voice
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
Casual ***
# *The finest meaning of  'Wholeness'.. Is shown  most fully within the intertwining   in to the pivotally and most necessary healing of both body and mind..       In that the perfect expression of Spirit here on Earth can only happen through the physical--      You "feel" the Receptives  and/or the Urgings      from deep  within you (your flesh wrapped spirit), That are only brought out into the light of day  (made known) the moment your very tangible fingers  touch the keyboard..      Or up close..     the tangibly-heard sound your very voice-tones, Created by your so very tangible vocal cords--   made unique by how deeply infused your spirit is  into that beautiful mind and body of yours..       By your ever-renewed      and continual choice to heal. Within that beautiful union,  the Sensings and Respondings of the body  bring impulses into the spirit..   touching deeper, the Core--         The "Image"  of Perfect,  Absolute Being       placed deeply into each and every one of us..           by the very nature of Love's Ache--       Residing within the center of this Universe..     (and all other Universes)..  both known..                and those also yet to be.. ..An Image placed, as to be a Plumb-line, and also a Never-ending Cinematic  placement of the View onto (and within) the inner-wall linings      of both mind and spirit.. ..Seen in greater and greater  "less dimly-lit"  degrees,   based solely on how far we commit ourselves along,      and in to,   the healing process.         In its finest form,  through healing, the things we take in..  through feeling; and then express back out..   from both mind, and body's  untethered Unfolding,            ..Becomes closer and closer            to the very Expression of God's own heart, ..Therefore smashing through,  and gorgeously undoing the ever- quenching.. ever-diluting nature of Subjectivity, itself. Hmm.. The "taking in"  and then  The Tremblings,  of your body's unavoidable responses  are the very thing most 'maverick loners' like me need most from another in this world,   if we are to continue on in our mission with any kind of strength..     (along with its much desperately-needed resolve). If,  within the "taking in" process.. the beautifully feeling Receivers  such as yourself, were to be  overcome to the point of release~  all alone..  on the edge of your bed.. isn't that a very understandable  and nearly unavoidable   and also so very very tangible  part of the process also..            --In itself above  and outside of all human (and Heavenly) judgement? Carry on, sweet Angel.. and so gorgeously continue to  be  who you are. Those that can see..   see  (and feel) most clearly.*            I  see  you. #
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Aug 12, 2023
Aug 12, 2023 at 8:19 PM UTC
On Love, Giftedness.. and the Fine Art of Tangibility.
# *The finest meaning of  'Wholeness'.. Is shown  most fully within the intertwining   in to the pivotally and most necessary healing of both body and mind..       In that the perfect expression of Spirit here on Earth can only happen through the physical--      You "feel" the Receptives  and/or the Urgings      from deep  within you (your flesh wrapped spirit), That are only brought out into the light of day  (made known) the moment your very tangible fingers  touch the keyboard..      Or up close..     the tangibly-heard sound your very voice-tones, Created by your so very tangible vocal cords--   made unique by how deeply infused your spirit is  into that beautiful mind and body of yours..       By your ever-renewed      and continual choice to heal. Within that beautiful union,  the Sensings and Respondings of the body  bring impulses into the spirit..   touching deeper, the Core--         The "Image"  of Perfect,  Absolute Being       placed deeply into each and every one of us..           by the very nature of Love's Ache--       Residing within the center of this Universe..     (and all other Universes)..  both known..                and those also yet to be.. ..An Image placed, as to be a Plumb-line, and also a Never-ending Cinematic  placement of the View onto (and within) the inner-wall linings      of both mind and spirit.. ..Seen in greater and greater  "less dimly-lit"  degrees,   based solely on how far we commit ourselves along,      and in to,   the healing process.         In its finest form,  through healing, the things we take in..  through feeling; and then express back out..   from both mind, and body's  untethered Unfolding,            ..Becomes closer and closer            to the very Expression of God's own heart, ..Therefore smashing through,  and gorgeously undoing the ever- quenching.. ever-diluting nature of Subjectivity, itself. Hmm.. The "taking in"  and then  The Tremblings,  of your body's unavoidable responses  are the very thing most 'maverick loners' like me need most from another in this world,   if we are to continue on in our mission with any kind of strength..     (along with its much desperately-needed resolve). If,  within the "taking in" process.. the beautifully feeling Receivers  such as yourself, were to be  overcome to the point of release~  all alone..  on the edge of your bed.. isn't that a very understandable  and nearly unavoidable   and also so very very tangible  part of the process also..            --In itself above  and outside of all human (and Heavenly) judgement? Carry on, sweet Angel.. and so gorgeously continue to  be  who you are. Those that can see..   see  (and feel) most clearly.*            I  see  you. #
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Polished off the filler rods now lifes got me dreaming soley about the silver lining the spooning of the woman on the moon Keep mapping the schematic, the big move heading straight to the oil soaked cash Ready again to make the great dash This time I'll save my dimes for those unavoidable hard times I'll pile it under my matress a secrete stash thats all mine Work my *** to the bone by welding up a storm Sitting all leathered up on my light weaver throne To meditate and consentrate on 13 times the suns bright Keep the eyes focused and fixate count to ten when the mechanics frustrate Troubleshoot the lines of life fix the issue then collect the lute.
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Dec 18, 2011
Dec 18, 2011 at 6:14 PM UTC
Welders rhyme
all angels have demons demons that breed that feed on angelic hues every angle wing feather by feather plucked by demons temptation is unavoidable the sultry taste of evil is tempting to all seductive, even and that is why all angels give way to their demons
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Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 11:46 AM UTC
Purity
"That's the thing about pain... It demands to be felt." -John Greene Pain is inevitable. Just like death you can't avoid it. There is pain in sorrow. There is pain in beauty. There is pain in everything. Even if it is the happiest moment it could still hurt. You search and search for a painless event but you'll never find it. The definition of inevitable is unavoidable. There is no getting around it. It will come into your life. No matter how hard you try to block it out. Pain is always there. No matter what.
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Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 11:13 PM UTC
Pain demands to be felt
**Scattered Thunderstorms The radar shows a band of multi-green storms, Parallel running to the East Coast, Stretching from So. Florida to Falmouth, Rhode Island. Path-dependent, the edges skirt my present location, Instrumented, but not weather resistant, Water teases, invites me to a head clearing session. Breezy gusts of overcast, caramel salty bay waters, (weirdly calm), Spray sprites whisper, scattered thunderstorms, starboard side I am the only boat out, especially, The only one going for sure aimlessly, Radar non-discriminatory, stupidity legal, So fools like me go out alone. Scattered Thunderstorms, Unavoidable, summer's favored annoyance of choice. The melancholic platelets budding off my bone's marrow, Forming wondrous clots of sadness, Running strong in the currents of my veins, Downtempo'd, there is no relief for Inside of my radar scanned brain, the scattered thunderstorms, Have arrived much earlier today. What sourced this elegiac distich, Too many poets, fully disclosing their downbeat, aroma of defeat? The world is in a **** mood, not one of us, got nothing Good to say, seems that love storms ripping hearts With no trace of mercy, the radio has elected nonstop Taylor Swift and Jonas Bro's Just to make the point! It is so easy to feel ****** When the sun is unshining, elegant distich, **** me. Thinking back, getting a good idea, Found some long necked Corona overlooked, Turn on the tv, pretend I'm a real cowboy, And for god's sake, shut down poetry, Good Bye Poetry, for the rest of the day Value you more than me, but you've worn me down My blood streams your anguished distress, I cannot survive these scattered revolver-repeating Anguish-Cries-For-Relief from the Thunderstorms, That now having reached, breached, That now, having infected my heart which started This day brow beaten, First poem of the day, already shell-shellacked, Now, I must shut me, batten me, down. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The average lifespan of a platelet is normally just 5 to 9 days. Platelets are a natural source of growth factors. They circulate in the blood of mammals and are involved in hemostasis, leading to the formation of blood clots.
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Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 2:26 PM UTC
Scattered Thunderstorms: From Your Poetry, Into My Blood...
**Scattered Thunderstorms The radar shows a band of multi-green storms, Parallel running to the East Coast, Stretching from So. Florida to Falmouth, Rhode Island. Path-dependent, the edges skirt my present location, Instrumented, but not weather resistant, Water teases, invites me to a head clearing session. Breezy gusts of overcast, caramel salty bay waters, (weirdly calm), Spray sprites whisper, scattered thunderstorms, starboard side I am the only boat out, especially, The only one going for sure aimlessly, Radar non-discriminatory, stupidity legal, So fools like me go out alone. Scattered Thunderstorms, Unavoidable, summer's favored annoyance of choice. The melancholic platelets budding off my bone's marrow, Forming wondrous clots of sadness, Running strong in the currents of my veins, Downtempo'd, there is no relief for Inside of my radar scanned brain, the scattered thunderstorms, Have arrived much earlier today. What sourced this elegiac distich, Too many poets, fully disclosing their downbeat, aroma of defeat? The world is in a **** mood, not one of us, got nothing Good to say, seems that love storms ripping hearts With no trace of mercy, the radio has elected nonstop Taylor Swift and Jonas Bro's Just to make the point! It is so easy to feel ****** When the sun is unshining, elegant distich, **** me. Thinking back, getting a good idea, Found some long necked Corona overlooked, Turn on the tv, pretend I'm a real cowboy, And for god's sake, shut down poetry, Good Bye Poetry, for the rest of the day Value you more than me, but you've worn me down My blood streams your anguished distress, I cannot survive these scattered revolver-repeating Anguish-Cries-For-Relief from the Thunderstorms, That now having reached, breached, That now, having infected my heart which started This day brow beaten, First poem of the day, already shell-shellacked, Now, I must shut me, batten me, down. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The average lifespan of a platelet is normally just 5 to 9 days. Platelets are a natural source of growth factors. They circulate in the blood of mammals and are involved in hemostasis, leading to the formation of blood clots.
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only two dancers remain standing shuffling    and swaying under syncopated lights held by an unspoken law an apparently unavoidable trait of human nature that forces them to continue despite such terrible choices of song and persistence each was merely a "friend    of the bride" moving in different circles prior to this their dancefloor meeting unfortunately neither can now abandon the other to dance alone to risk being seen as the cause for bringing this near-sacred ritual to an end these residual bodies left with no choice but to mirror each movement match every sidestep echo every clap with rhythm    or without it will not matter so long as this transient solidarity of misplaced confidence and forced smiles continues into the next song
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Jan 13, 2023
Jan 13, 2023 at 10:50 AM UTC
social experiment