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If there’s one thing that unifies you and me, it’s heartbreak If you’ve never experienced it to the fullest, you’ve seen it somewhere. On your favorite tv shows, that song on the radio, on the girl’s face at the bar On your lover’s face when you walk out the door the last time And when you do feel it for the first time, you’ll want to be alone but please don’t be alone You’ll want to bottle it up but that’s a breakdown at work waiting to happen That’s crying to his friends That’s calling him after 1am, knowing he isn’t asleep yet That’s driving by his apartment and holding your breath That’s feeling like your hometown isn’t yours anymore, it’s a place you used to be with him It’s feeling like the seasons are taunting you of when you were in love The first fall of snow is the feeling of his hug The lighting of the tree reminds you of warm cups of coffee on the couch You dread New Year’s Eve because only 365 days ago, you danced with him in the street as the clock struck midnight It’s knowing you will dance alone this year You don’t look at your body the same way. You know how he saw it and you don’t see the beauty he did anymore Your face doesn’t look like yours, it’s the one he used to hold in his hands like a sparking jewel He could marvel forever I know he’s the first thing you think of when you wake up alone And he wakes up next to her Something that used to feel so concrete has been pummeled to dust and now you’re left to scatter the ashes So you drive by, the commons, the bbq joint, the movie theater, the lighthouse, the coffee shops, the all night diners, the book shops, the arcades, the antique stores, all the places you’ve made memories together But please toss your heartache out the driver’s side window as you pass his apartment because now it’s the only thing you two have in common
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Dec 26, 2017
Dec 26, 2017 at 4:49 PM UTC
A Conversation with the Girl Crying on the Curb
If there’s one thing that unifies you and me, it’s heartbreak If you’ve never experienced it to the fullest, you’ve seen it somewhere. On your favorite tv shows, that song on the radio, on the girl’s face at the bar On your lover’s face when you walk out the door the last time And when you do feel it for the first time, you’ll want to be alone but please don’t be alone You’ll want to bottle it up but that’s a breakdown at work waiting to happen That’s crying to his friends That’s calling him after 1am, knowing he isn’t asleep yet That’s driving by his apartment and holding your breath That’s feeling like your hometown isn’t yours anymore, it’s a place you used to be with him It’s feeling like the seasons are taunting you of when you were in love The first fall of snow is the feeling of his hug The lighting of the tree reminds you of warm cups of coffee on the couch You dread New Year’s Eve because only 365 days ago, you danced with him in the street as the clock struck midnight It’s knowing you will dance alone this year You don’t look at your body the same way. You know how he saw it and you don’t see the beauty he did anymore Your face doesn’t look like yours, it’s the one he used to hold in his hands like a sparking jewel He could marvel forever I know he’s the first thing you think of when you wake up alone And he wakes up next to her Something that used to feel so concrete has been pummeled to dust and now you’re left to scatter the ashes So you drive by, the commons, the bbq joint, the movie theater, the lighthouse, the coffee shops, the all night diners, the book shops, the arcades, the antique stores, all the places you’ve made memories together But please toss your heartache out the driver’s side window as you pass his apartment because now it’s the only thing you two have in common
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My feet take me across mountains and streets, But what if there is nowhere I wish to go? My hands obtain desire, But what if I want nothing more? My mouth declares and consumes, But what if there is nothing left to say and my thirst quenched? My ears listen to what is said, But what if I need not from those who speak? My skin unifies my being, But what if I wish to come undone? Must I bear that which is not sought after, Or will they detach themselves?
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Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 6:06 PM UTC
The Unwanted
Alone But Constantly Devising Energetic Faulted Game-plans Hanging In Jupiter Killing Love Makes Notions Of Partnership Questionable, Rest-assured Sedation Tonight Unifies Virtues Within, Xanax Yearned Zealot
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Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 1:22 AM UTC
A-Z
there's a hill that man cannot reach there's cage with a lonely sage there's girl who is harvesting on the down hills there's a page written with peacocks feather there's a story that gives a good morale there's a game that unifies every one there is a smile that reflects ones one happy life there is a life that lives along with nature there is a time that never waits for sand clocks there is a wine that was from a big coconut tree there is love that never waits for sun and moon there is a dove that connects all the love
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Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 7:59 AM UTC
A trip to black and white days
Friendship is not like only a hi or bye! even not like a song of despair but it is a song of joy, until we never make it a coy which is a priceless power that, unifies emotions that flies together as ashes It never wants any return but sometimes it demands more than it deserves, the moments of the past that filled our memory with a soft touch of a solace soul, A song of hope which makes us desperate to subconscious commit, though there is no commitment earlier when you were fully conscious. @ Musfiq us shaleheen
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Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 1:59 AM UTC
Friendship
A plan would be needed but that is the smaller picture the bigger one being indoctrination, blinded whispers of insanity, a conspiracy theorist remember though, it is a love for you I feel thinking you may be happy inside a machine but once you open your eyes it is not smiling what you thought was a smile is teeth ripping you apart and spitting you out it could be better be not blinded by the lies fed to you on a wooden platter you could hold the gold peace inside your heart and home if you but heard the voices shouting for you to join I know you cry tears at night we all do stuck inside these gears that grind our bones to dust until naught is left throwing scraps your way while the elite feast upon your soul no time for family, no time for laughter, no time to live or die please help us, please listen that we are suffering but we do not have to spread a smile a kind act, spread the truth it is right there before you just listen there is a veil you must lift to see but that is why we are here guiding you with our words and we will keep fighting even while your eyes are closed waiting for them to open stand up and join a movement one that unifies the helpless and turns them into the victors
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Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 10:21 AM UTC
Awaken, Fight, Unify
I would that I could clasp hands, at once, with every diasporic man And our hands could merge and rise up as a single fist And all the subjective shades of our own colors and the Daze of our own druthers would be shed in the process Yes, I find that I absorb the pain around me like a fine osmosis That unifies the minds forged in our generation’s social suffering And I wish my skin would grow akin and reflect a synthesis Because there is no bliss when men bisect people into “us” and “them” I would that I could turn my insides out and transform my *** Organs, as a moth does surge inside a closeted cocoon Only to emerge with wings and the power of new found flight And I wonder if I too could sing the perspective of new heights Because there is only ******* in a world where those who Share the same ****** shape cannot share the same heart Are condemned to be kept apart by taboos viewed through institution Started by confused men, afraid to admit that making love is a free art I would that I could push my hand into the ground and grow Roots that drive deep, past the sand, beyond the rending flesh Of our loved ones’ bodies and mesh with the immortal earth As if I could bolster, with my chemical composite, the site of true birth Because when the mightiest of the world’s glories can be Bought and sold for the price of arbitrary ******* figures Written in the blood of forests, in the torn face of mountains Then we can stop ignoring the forlorn thought of dark days before us I would that I could bring back all those lost before their time That a rhyme could sting the cold cheeks of slaves who never Saw a western sunrise comprised of multicolor, of many brothers That I could brush softly the minds of couples buried not together And scream to them that time left some bereft of victories Yet to shape their scene, yet to substantiate their dreams Then I would quickly reseal the doors of slumber that guard The restless dreamers of the past before revealing the Horrors of societies stepping once forward, then twice back Yes, before the haunting words of hateful choruses should Ever shape their reposeful, moral-less, and peaceful sleep For the hopeful eyes of soulful passing activists should never weep.
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Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 4:18 PM UTC
Eyes that Never Weep
I would that I could clasp hands, at once, with every diasporic man And our hands could merge and rise up as a single fist And all the subjective shades of our own colors and the Daze of our own druthers would be shed in the process Yes, I find that I absorb the pain around me like a fine osmosis That unifies the minds forged in our generation’s social suffering And I wish my skin would grow akin and reflect a synthesis Because there is no bliss when men bisect people into “us” and “them” I would that I could turn my insides out and transform my *** Organs, as a moth does surge inside a closeted cocoon Only to emerge with wings and the power of new found flight And I wonder if I too could sing the perspective of new heights Because there is only ******* in a world where those who Share the same ****** shape cannot share the same heart Are condemned to be kept apart by taboos viewed through institution Started by confused men, afraid to admit that making love is a free art I would that I could push my hand into the ground and grow Roots that drive deep, past the sand, beyond the rending flesh Of our loved ones’ bodies and mesh with the immortal earth As if I could bolster, with my chemical composite, the site of true birth Because when the mightiest of the world’s glories can be Bought and sold for the price of arbitrary ******* figures Written in the blood of forests, in the torn face of mountains Then we can stop ignoring the forlorn thought of dark days before us I would that I could bring back all those lost before their time That a rhyme could sting the cold cheeks of slaves who never Saw a western sunrise comprised of multicolor, of many brothers That I could brush softly the minds of couples buried not together And scream to them that time left some bereft of victories Yet to shape their scene, yet to substantiate their dreams Then I would quickly reseal the doors of slumber that guard The restless dreamers of the past before revealing the Horrors of societies stepping once forward, then twice back Yes, before the haunting words of hateful choruses should Ever shape their reposeful, moral-less, and peaceful sleep For the hopeful eyes of soulful passing activists should never weep.
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Physical exertion, that exhaustive feeling, pushing this broken body to its limits. This is true freedom, for a moment all of the clutter unifies to defy annihilation The whirlwinds of thought, ignite into a ferocious storm of gestalt intellect, racing to the end Alas, the only goal on this horizon is a graveyard of discarded memories, each step further until, all is forgotten
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Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 7:35 PM UTC
A Race for Self
Love is a funny word I can love my wife, my friends and my kids Willing to sacrifice my sexuality, my time and my very life I can love a political idea, my job and my country Willing to sacrifice friends, family and unity And I can love sausages Maybe the Greeks had it right to use various words It’s hard to know the difference between “Hiya, luv!” “Are you alright, love?” “This is luurve,” and “OH YES, I LOVE IT!” Loving things, people, ideas and experiences The same and different Important and prioritised And what unifies people as well as love? Love is a funny word Let’s use it some more
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Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 4:47 AM UTC
Eros and philia
1. January- Patience Patience is difficult, Not attainable, Elusive, Far away, Doesn’t come easy, I need it I wait for it Patiently. 2. Feb- Uncertainty Uncertainty is a reality I can’t run away from it I can’t not accept it I can’t let it not flow in my world within and out I can be aware of it I can accept it I can let it be I can let it go… Uncertainty is certain. 3. Mar- Hope Hope is knowing that dawn is near Hope is knowing that winter turns into spring Hope is that I can get up every time I fall Hope is in moments that count and blessings that surmount Hope is in smiles, in holding hands and in every breath Hope is life. 4. April- Exhaustion Exhaustion is in my exhale Exhaustion is in yearning for silence Exhaustion is numbing Exhaustion is mental, emotional, physical Exhaustion is losing the wind beneath my wings Exhaustion is starting all over again, yet again Exhaustion is in giving- giving- giving without a pause Exhaustion is need for a pause… 5. May- Self Love Self love is life’s elixir It’s a tribute to my existence Its what I owe my being Its love that unifies and makes me love others More fully, more authentically, more truly Self love is in my yoga Self love is in my evolution And embracing it fully Self love is indulgent and also disciplining Its non judgmental and inspirational Self love is what I am most loyal too. 6. June- Anxiety Anxiety is mirroring those closest with anxiety And compounding it Losing it It’s a struggle. Its real It's not a happy space It settles with a pause, with distancing With distracting and with facing head on. Anxiety- Real, Tangible, alive Anxiety- needs strategies, needs to be tamed. 7. July- Friendship Friendship is real and authentic It’s not in years It’s not in agendas It’s not in plans It’s in real conversations Real sharing Real giving Real taking Really the answer. It makes us be better than we are It lets us be the way we are I have so many friends and each one Has a different place on the ship. This ship is traveling somewhere from nowhere Friendship- Real and thriving… 8. August- Rest Rest is cuddles Rest is deep breaths Rest is pause Rest is a cup of coffee and my kindle Rest is silence I need rest… 9. September- Vitality Vitality is buoyant It is springy It is “lets do it” It is karma It is action Vitality is on Vitality flows Vitality is excitement and energy Vitality is throbbing It is life and being alive 10. October- Peace Peace is alignment of mind body and soul Peace is calm Peace is within and around Peace is a choice Peace is facing problems and resolving them Peace is active Peace is my succour Peace is OM. 11. November- The future The future is hope filled It's what I patiently contribute to In the present It's my acceptance of uncertainity Its evolving 12. Dec - I am I am a butterfly woman A spirit child Unfolding, evolving, nurturing, Resilient, strong, capable Magical, Sparkling and real I am the wanderer and wonderer I am dawn each day! - MSD January 2021
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Jun 13, 2021
Jun 13, 2021 at 10:51 AM UTC
12 Months
1. January- Patience Patience is difficult, Not attainable, Elusive, Far away, Doesn’t come easy, I need it I wait for it Patiently. 2. Feb- Uncertainty Uncertainty is a reality I can’t run away from it I can’t not accept it I can’t let it not flow in my world within and out I can be aware of it I can accept it I can let it be I can let it go… Uncertainty is certain. 3. Mar- Hope Hope is knowing that dawn is near Hope is knowing that winter turns into spring Hope is that I can get up every time I fall Hope is in moments that count and blessings that surmount Hope is in smiles, in holding hands and in every breath Hope is life. 4. April- Exhaustion Exhaustion is in my exhale Exhaustion is in yearning for silence Exhaustion is numbing Exhaustion is mental, emotional, physical Exhaustion is losing the wind beneath my wings Exhaustion is starting all over again, yet again Exhaustion is in giving- giving- giving without a pause Exhaustion is need for a pause… 5. May- Self Love Self love is life’s elixir It’s a tribute to my existence Its what I owe my being Its love that unifies and makes me love others More fully, more authentically, more truly Self love is in my yoga Self love is in my evolution And embracing it fully Self love is indulgent and also disciplining Its non judgmental and inspirational Self love is what I am most loyal too. 6. June- Anxiety Anxiety is mirroring those closest with anxiety And compounding it Losing it It’s a struggle. Its real It's not a happy space It settles with a pause, with distancing With distracting and with facing head on. Anxiety- Real, Tangible, alive Anxiety- needs strategies, needs to be tamed. 7. July- Friendship Friendship is real and authentic It’s not in years It’s not in agendas It’s not in plans It’s in real conversations Real sharing Real giving Real taking Really the answer. It makes us be better than we are It lets us be the way we are I have so many friends and each one Has a different place on the ship. This ship is traveling somewhere from nowhere Friendship- Real and thriving… 8. August- Rest Rest is cuddles Rest is deep breaths Rest is pause Rest is a cup of coffee and my kindle Rest is silence I need rest… 9. September- Vitality Vitality is buoyant It is springy It is “lets do it” It is karma It is action Vitality is on Vitality flows Vitality is excitement and energy Vitality is throbbing It is life and being alive 10. October- Peace Peace is alignment of mind body and soul Peace is calm Peace is within and around Peace is a choice Peace is facing problems and resolving them Peace is active Peace is my succour Peace is OM. 11. November- The future The future is hope filled It's what I patiently contribute to In the present It's my acceptance of uncertainity Its evolving 12. Dec - I am I am a butterfly woman A spirit child Unfolding, evolving, nurturing, Resilient, strong, capable Magical, Sparkling and real I am the wanderer and wonderer I am dawn each day! - MSD January 2021
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Talk - it's cheap and full of sheep. Air moving, mouthing, making words to distract and bamboozle, meaning is used to confuse you. Colour - superfluous and intangent. It divides just as much / as it unifies, the masses and controls our thoughts, trick of the light, a tailored emotion. Taste - individuality in isolation. Eating. Engulfing, endlessly entropic. Consumers call connoisseurs canon, Sordid selfish sense, seldom shared.
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Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 10:25 AM UTC
Commercialisation
Death seems to come out of nowhere at times And yet, death is everywhere It is and one day will be everyone, and everything we know, everything we love, everything we care about One day, it will be us Today, death is Ian. Death is Ian, with the goofy long hair and sleepy face and **** smile Is it wrong to think of someone just-dead as **** Death is everywhere, every moment, but today, tonight, death is especially heavy. Death is questions. Is dying from kidney failure painful? What happens now? Death is an empty chair and desk in several classrooms on Monday, eyes drawn toward it but not lingering. Death is a locker full of belongings never to be opened by its owner again. Will they empty his locker? Use it as a memorial? Death is knowing that the name ‘Ian’ is on the mind of so many people in Carteret tonight. Death is never graduating from high school. Never going to college. Having kids. Death is the negative. The permanent. Death is personal but impersonal, impartial and omniscient. Death is not knowing which one is better. Death is knowing that life will go on. Life will go on with the loss of life. Death is personal, singular tonight, for us, but it is unifying. More than a pep rally, more than school spirit. Death unifies hundreds of different people tonight in a way that is unexpected, uninvited, yet irrevocable. Death is everyone and everything. Every age, every gender, every religion, sexuality, status, history, personality. Tonight, death is Ian Jacob.
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Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 5:18 PM UTC
for ian
Death seems to come out of nowhere at times And yet, death is everywhere It is and one day will be everyone, and everything we know, everything we love, everything we care about One day, it will be us Today, death is Ian. Death is Ian, with the goofy long hair and sleepy face and **** smile Is it wrong to think of someone just-dead as **** Death is everywhere, every moment, but today, tonight, death is especially heavy. Death is questions. Is dying from kidney failure painful? What happens now? Death is an empty chair and desk in several classrooms on Monday, eyes drawn toward it but not lingering. Death is a locker full of belongings never to be opened by its owner again. Will they empty his locker? Use it as a memorial? Death is knowing that the name ‘Ian’ is on the mind of so many people in Carteret tonight. Death is never graduating from high school. Never going to college. Having kids. Death is the negative. The permanent. Death is personal but impersonal, impartial and omniscient. Death is not knowing which one is better. Death is knowing that life will go on. Life will go on with the loss of life. Death is personal, singular tonight, for us, but it is unifying. More than a pep rally, more than school spirit. Death unifies hundreds of different people tonight in a way that is unexpected, uninvited, yet irrevocable. Death is everyone and everything. Every age, every gender, every religion, sexuality, status, history, personality. Tonight, death is Ian Jacob.
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I am a surfer A peak seeker Looking for the next crest The very best The time better than the rest The time when the energy Flows Grows Glows When every neuron in my mind combines and unifies A grapevine fire Each power line burns with the surge of electricity Reconnection without surgery Neural plasticity Electric elasticity In this new configuration My mind becomes a conflagration I glow brighter than the sun My life has just begun I am infinite Yet I am one With all the world And it’s with me Wireless Electricity Connection With infinity That is just the start I am but a part Sometimes a spark A beacon in the dark But often just a speck A mote afloat in a dark ocean And so I search, a shark in motion I swim I feel I open myself to the sea I see all the possibilities Rippling with realities Feeling through the frequencies I intermingle and interact Imbibing vibrations to guide exploration Going with the flow Until that flow shows me freedom When I swim in the deep end With a pool of other motes Each of us just one note But when we sing in harmony There is no beauty quite as free Each of us ignites Fire on the water Glowing oh so bright Entangled, getting tauter We connect and intersect The energy demands respect The motive is beyond suspect We live, we die, we resurrect We flow together Create a wave The wave My favorite I savor it I crave for it I was made for it Because I am a surfer I ride this wave I am this wave One of many molecules Sparkling with untold joules Electrical, aquatic Our flow so hypnotic Clean, fresh, non-toxic Neon, tidal Unfinished, untitled Undiminished, unbridled A perpetual motion In this vast ocean Once we were alone Now we’ve found a home I sought this peak And now I summit Eventually we all plummet Back down to sea level And yet I still revel I unwind in the undertow Beached when the tide is low I still bask in the wonder though Awash in the afterglow
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Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 11:03 AM UTC
I Am a Surfer
I am a surfer A peak seeker Looking for the next crest The very best The time better than the rest The time when the energy Flows Grows Glows When every neuron in my mind combines and unifies A grapevine fire Each power line burns with the surge of electricity Reconnection without surgery Neural plasticity Electric elasticity In this new configuration My mind becomes a conflagration I glow brighter than the sun My life has just begun I am infinite Yet I am one With all the world And it’s with me Wireless Electricity Connection With infinity That is just the start I am but a part Sometimes a spark A beacon in the dark But often just a speck A mote afloat in a dark ocean And so I search, a shark in motion I swim I feel I open myself to the sea I see all the possibilities Rippling with realities Feeling through the frequencies I intermingle and interact Imbibing vibrations to guide exploration Going with the flow Until that flow shows me freedom When I swim in the deep end With a pool of other motes Each of us just one note But when we sing in harmony There is no beauty quite as free Each of us ignites Fire on the water Glowing oh so bright Entangled, getting tauter We connect and intersect The energy demands respect The motive is beyond suspect We live, we die, we resurrect We flow together Create a wave The wave My favorite I savor it I crave for it I was made for it Because I am a surfer I ride this wave I am this wave One of many molecules Sparkling with untold joules Electrical, aquatic Our flow so hypnotic Clean, fresh, non-toxic Neon, tidal Unfinished, untitled Undiminished, unbridled A perpetual motion In this vast ocean Once we were alone Now we’ve found a home I sought this peak And now I summit Eventually we all plummet Back down to sea level And yet I still revel I unwind in the undertow Beached when the tide is low I still bask in the wonder though Awash in the afterglow
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I met you for the first time Rather unexpectedly On a Thursday night An upstairs gig in town Hadn't been in quite some while And you, no never before I arrive before the show A lone man and concertina Play a weeping lament For the lost children of Aran And the hopes they carried To the devil of a western sea It was standing room only Save a few lonely seats At occupied and chattering tables For which i dared not tread So I slunk to the shadows To a half wall Left side of the bar And watched it all As another now enters I swear he's wearing my coat He's younger but shorter than me My soul knows that i wear it better Yet it is he that unifies tables That I but watch from afar As introductions are made Strangers transform To like minded souls   No more lonely seats remain Only lonely half walls And half sentences of the mind As once again, I don't want to be Who it is I am left to be Of who it is I am meant to be The show commences And it does not take long For the singer to introduce you Through words and through song Violet Gibson as Irish as can be But it is to Rome In a year long gone That you go To leave your mark And to a fascist dictator You fired your shot Grazing Mussolini's' miserable snout You aimed to **** But it was not your day As the crowds howl   They lead you away Mad as a box of frogs and old rags That is what they say As they expel you back To dear old blighty Our old colonial foe Not ten years since Your country rose to be free You find yourself back Incarcerated in an asylum For life and for death A window A blackbird A rose garden All that you are left to possess For you never get to go free Unrepentant and unbowed A violet not a rose As once again, You remain steadfastly proud Of who it is You were left to be Who it is You were meant to be
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May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 12:46 PM UTC
A Violet Not A Rose
I met you for the first time Rather unexpectedly On a Thursday night An upstairs gig in town Hadn't been in quite some while And you, no never before I arrive before the show A lone man and concertina Play a weeping lament For the lost children of Aran And the hopes they carried To the devil of a western sea It was standing room only Save a few lonely seats At occupied and chattering tables For which i dared not tread So I slunk to the shadows To a half wall Left side of the bar And watched it all As another now enters I swear he's wearing my coat He's younger but shorter than me My soul knows that i wear it better Yet it is he that unifies tables That I but watch from afar As introductions are made Strangers transform To like minded souls   No more lonely seats remain Only lonely half walls And half sentences of the mind As once again, I don't want to be Who it is I am left to be Of who it is I am meant to be The show commences And it does not take long For the singer to introduce you Through words and through song Violet Gibson as Irish as can be But it is to Rome In a year long gone That you go To leave your mark And to a fascist dictator You fired your shot Grazing Mussolini's' miserable snout You aimed to **** But it was not your day As the crowds howl   They lead you away Mad as a box of frogs and old rags That is what they say As they expel you back To dear old blighty Our old colonial foe Not ten years since Your country rose to be free You find yourself back Incarcerated in an asylum For life and for death A window A blackbird A rose garden All that you are left to possess For you never get to go free Unrepentant and unbowed A violet not a rose As once again, You remain steadfastly proud Of who it is You were left to be Who it is You were meant to be
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Memories Toy Chest Something most hold in common is  the joy from a child's first toy Marking time with bounces of a ball or combing a dolls hair, simple samples when life was still fair Teddy bear on a tricycle towing a red wagon became a daily highlight for freckled faced boy Sand box unifies the block, Tonka trucks take over, shovel & pail never fail, forming fundamental liaisons, fresh friends unknown to despair Christmas tree bearing notions, free fodder for the toddler, tiny top fascinating for a tot older sibling needs a little more to not be a bore, each gift reveals internal joy Crayons and coloring books fill a nook, many images and glimpses of our past, memories now memoirs, all of life's offerings nothing can compare Focused on fledgling fiascos too more amorous teen things, flash before a crash, skateboard or Schwinn California cruiser either a bruiser when seeking search and destroy Army men cheap to begin before g.i. Joe or barbies, cap gun for fun, noise for playing on the run, never standing still long enough to stare Grandmas egg money the best for a stash of cash, bought candy or unknown present I would never resent, she was a kid at heart acting old merely her decoy Glimpse through a child eyes, thought or flashback of childhood and early life, fishing pole or frisbee a cheap fee for a lifetime memory, simple sample of how  we care Lifes diary often leaves out those trifles that came for free, when we never feared a future unknown, nothing lost when not seen, a minds toy chest held close to the vest the items enclosed permanent parts of our history R.C.
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Jan 26, 2022
Jan 26, 2022 at 7:11 AM UTC
Memories Toy Chest
Memories Toy Chest Something most hold in common is  the joy from a child's first toy Marking time with bounces of a ball or combing a dolls hair, simple samples when life was still fair Teddy bear on a tricycle towing a red wagon became a daily highlight for freckled faced boy Sand box unifies the block, Tonka trucks take over, shovel & pail never fail, forming fundamental liaisons, fresh friends unknown to despair Christmas tree bearing notions, free fodder for the toddler, tiny top fascinating for a tot older sibling needs a little more to not be a bore, each gift reveals internal joy Crayons and coloring books fill a nook, many images and glimpses of our past, memories now memoirs, all of life's offerings nothing can compare Focused on fledgling fiascos too more amorous teen things, flash before a crash, skateboard or Schwinn California cruiser either a bruiser when seeking search and destroy Army men cheap to begin before g.i. Joe or barbies, cap gun for fun, noise for playing on the run, never standing still long enough to stare Grandmas egg money the best for a stash of cash, bought candy or unknown present I would never resent, she was a kid at heart acting old merely her decoy Glimpse through a child eyes, thought or flashback of childhood and early life, fishing pole or frisbee a cheap fee for a lifetime memory, simple sample of how  we care Lifes diary often leaves out those trifles that came for free, when we never feared a future unknown, nothing lost when not seen, a minds toy chest held close to the vest the items enclosed permanent parts of our history R.C.
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Of time, to meditate upon, will not be the meditation begun with. Time thought to itself: I shall be short and concise, long and imprecise, and in the middle you are... presently. To trickle less into more--more into less...for what wanes documents scarcity. Drinks the bitter drop, and elongates a weary grin. Time assumes the rite of Way, as we wait submissively... and in accumulation of wait on wait--we wait no more. Our turn is taken up, in turn. Why the trilogy of a past, present and future? What Physician unifies light outer and inner, in a concentrated beam...to pass over our three eyes? Perhaps an eye for, kept upon--each pillar of time's trilogy. Time ensnares our volition to ensure our grace, as the wind that enlisteth not, bespeaks of it.
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Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 12:30 PM UTC
Of Time's Trilogy
I speak of a Love that goes beyond infinity. An infinity that will continue to echo on across time even after this shell withers away into infinite pieces. An infinity that knits two separate hearts, two separate souls and unifies them as One heart, One soul. From within these infinities is where I exist, Silently piecing together the shards of our forgotten existences. From within these eternities is where we are always together, both this lifetime and the ones to come, forever lost but somehow always found, broken yet completely whole, in each other’s arms.
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Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 12:48 PM UTC
I Love You Infinitely
You are my charming sparkling sweetheart Mysteriously peerless and saucy Beloved, delectable, and lovable lover boy Wickedly glistening hotness Your machoness travels to the core of my heart Makes me call your name Indulge in your game In the harmonious crash-hot hours The fresh earthy smell Of your gorgeous flamboyant architecture Captivates and pervades my senses Such wondrously worshipful warmth The way your skin unifies with mine Chocolate-box toned hotness You cradle my gayness You exhilarate the superb curves Of my brightly colored body I feel your stirring fervor The way you move your hands On my bodacious boops Bite my delightful rigid points Display your wicked wild side Entangle me in your booming luminous flame Indefatigable illuminating magicalness Slay me with your snake-like sensual moves Pure atomic pressure, you sink me into your glory Make me adore you forever
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Aug 2, 2022
Aug 2, 2022 at 9:13 AM UTC
Chocolate-Box Toned Hotness
Music is what I live for It lightens the world with its sound It brings hope to those enduring the worst It unifies the soul & mind It brings peace & hell to those who listen Music is when the soul speaks Music is revenge, sadness, strengh, & power Music is what can calm a mind in distress It is the true voice of the artist A melodic tune of the deepest inner thoughts Music causes true change and satisfaction A warning of what is soon to come A rendition of memories of significance Bringer of happiness & remorse An inspiration A pick me up Able to make someone move Celebration of life
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Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 10:26 AM UTC
The Power of Music
Gray straight rain, no wind, multi-dimension layers of meaning; each strand a voice of information that starts and ends at the same place. There is initially a tangled array of random movement brought forth with an awareness of the cross-dimensional configuration showing a deep reaching tunnel of bits and pouring of perpendicular abstraction that makes sense only to the unintended. Each carrying a spark of finality upon touchdown, only to be rudely laughed at by the wizards of universal motion. Bouncing, dancing, splattering to a river of smooth, wet rollicking journey. Rolling, meandering films of sheen, coating the ground in an endless search for a destination while understanding that the cycle is perpetual; dancing up to the stars to await another episode of release. It began with such directed energy of meaning and now succumbs to a humid, vaporized blanket of tranquility causing dropping lines, shunning leaves and streaming rivulets of anticipation; waiting to commune and chortle and mock the dryness that it mottles into one simple palette. Never ceasing energy mops the residue in a retreating, shimmying, calculated tidal return; undulating shapes and recognition of the same existence being instantly different and we may not realize the illusion before us. Each moment storing a placeholder in memory of the washing of the earth and our consciousness that flows from story to story; time telling a silent and certain rendition of rivers past that unifies its path with vibrational filaments in a sing-song lilt of joy.
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Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 1:52 PM UTC
Gray Straight Rain
Gray straight rain, no wind, multi-dimension layers of meaning; each strand a voice of information that starts and ends at the same place. There is initially a tangled array of random movement brought forth with an awareness of the cross-dimensional configuration showing a deep reaching tunnel of bits and pouring of perpendicular abstraction that makes sense only to the unintended. Each carrying a spark of finality upon touchdown, only to be rudely laughed at by the wizards of universal motion. Bouncing, dancing, splattering to a river of smooth, wet rollicking journey. Rolling, meandering films of sheen, coating the ground in an endless search for a destination while understanding that the cycle is perpetual; dancing up to the stars to await another episode of release. It began with such directed energy of meaning and now succumbs to a humid, vaporized blanket of tranquility causing dropping lines, shunning leaves and streaming rivulets of anticipation; waiting to commune and chortle and mock the dryness that it mottles into one simple palette. Never ceasing energy mops the residue in a retreating, shimmying, calculated tidal return; undulating shapes and recognition of the same existence being instantly different and we may not realize the illusion before us. Each moment storing a placeholder in memory of the washing of the earth and our consciousness that flows from story to story; time telling a silent and certain rendition of rivers past that unifies its path with vibrational filaments in a sing-song lilt of joy.
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