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Bilal Kaci Dec 2013
We strolled up
And down
The narrow isle
Weaving in and out
Of shopping cart barricades
And unmanaged children
Butter was 5.99
Grated Cheese 6.99
Tuna; a dollar a can
3 bags of pasta for 5 dollars
Food is indeed
Priceless

For hunger may strike the gut.
But it’s nothing compared to
What it’ll do
To the fragile mind
© 2013 Bilal Kaci (All rights reserved)
Simon May 2021
"The Conjecture Radiance" is likely the most upholding effect that starts (when everything and everyone of course, least expects its full force), like an "onward march" to some type of safety.
(That then genuinely is apart of its own point of action).
However way you define its own least likely nonterrible way of communicating with the even least likely scenario, where each word is like a magnify glass too rich for its own purposes to handle. Basically, concluding the fact that whatever conjecture is full of such "radiance", doesn't conclude the Shareholder ("in the details") of this involvement. Or even (especially so), the very Caregiver (in the "emotional dispatching concealment" of the wrongdoings for how it certainly took too much of its pride into such ineffective reasoning at heart), is the truly deciding factor (at large) that actually pinpoints the very most primal directive, involved... Who do you think that might be...? If you truly stated with "I wonder", or even (for an entirely better recognition), for, "I'd reckon...'BLANK'...with...'BLANK'...!"
Well then... You’re reasoning to carefully "request" (from which the very ground you walk), would then appoint (in-charge) the very reckoning of one's own reasoning...had then gone toe-to-toe with something even more..."unimagining!"
After all, just because something even more...unimagining...would then seemingly come out of the blue and cost the very likelihood of your entire self, (from deep within that very self to go entirely "unmanaged"), just so everything leading up to this point...could then adopt (a certain flaw), or more specifically, adapt a certain plan involved (when and only when, you've gotten used to it, over time), doesn't give anyone (in the slightest degree) even the correct involvements for something even truly greater to take afoot the very compassion, from which everything is meant to take apart...and then reassemble, (when the time is right...) Just so everything (and everyone), can finally establish the very "belief" back into itself.
"But wait..." …Someone eagerly asks, "what about the 'Radiance' part...?"
Then something goes silent, until everything comes up from the very ashes, to once again then (single-handedly, of course), present the very ideal customs of the eventual "Hotseat" from which ALL such decision-making, choices, options, opinions, logic, analyzing, reasoning, concentration, focus, etc. That all align (and reflect) from some even GREATER common interest (still inconceivable, at large).
(And of course, it's obviously not from within yourself, or anything usually coherent like that. OH NO!)
It's much deeper and irresistibly separate then that could ever be...
"From within yourself." HAHA! What a bunch of hogwash!
That was the inevitable "Take one"...
"Take Two": Begins with one certain flaw involved... And it's not again (I repeat this...) Isn't "from within yourself."
"It's much more coherent than that!" Mark my words (that aren't good enough for simple results to ensure it so....)
You will find the "Conjecture" (in your very self), before you even discover what the ("Radiance") part is even about....
Stay tuned for "Take Two!" (For "Take One" is not up to standards with itself, if it wasn't for it's still BLANK one-sided half from being mysteriously misplaced from it's own such Conjecture, where the Radiance part, is too increase the full on "contact sport full of certainty"...(that entirely hints at fully making it from simply not actually being able to glow too brightly at heart)!
"For the very end of such a scenario...is a truest guarantee for inevitable warfare!"
Something that fully departs is like a logical effort for something that is not up to *****!
However way you slice it, it truly/actually depends on what your willingly able to take on...as for (effort itself), to seemingly stack the odds in your literal favor, forevermore!
Opting the favour that hopefully will (eventually) rise upward...just so ("what is the now"), could statistically "found" some sort of answer to this oncoming conundrum. One without ANY UTTER WARNING! Or even one without fully taking in what you do for your very self (in the logistics of your own life patterns). Because in the end, you might as well be the loyal knight full of such...”logical boundaries” itself!
“A loyal knight of logical boundaries” (in the making….)
Jackie G Aug 2018
Something like another planet
One wrong move and everything becomes damaged.

Be careful what you click on
Because what's seen cannot be unseen

Relationships left unmanaged

Sitting at the table, but swiping through a cell phone.
Not even recognizing the person you're with feels all alone.

Swipes,likes,emojis,pictures

The devil's intercom

Day by day he plots to win.
Everybody thinks they're living ok
Soon they'll find out
they're trapped within
Their cell phones.

Get out now before its to late
Lets not forget these were only established to communicate.

But with overuse your identity can eradicate!
Take time out to put your phone down. It should not run your life. Walk away from it sometimes. Get involved with the people you love.
Joseph Childress Sep 2010
I have no morals
Just mortal misunderstandings
The portal
Under my bed
Leads to a world
Unmanaged
Imagined
Illuminating
Culminating in the unconscious mind
An uncontrollable culture
Cultivated
In some odd crevices
In the humane
Brain
Inhumane ways
Weigh the options
Opt out of righteous
For the night
Just escape
To a place
Banished from
Reality
Rely on nothing
But irrationality
A skewed view
You can ask
New questions
Though there’s only a
Few answered
Before your time’s due
Do
Or die hard

.My mind replays my life before my shut eye
Leaving hellish days for heavenly nights.

I awake
At the break
Of day to face
The life I live
Heroic actions
Enacted
On day to day….


But when night falls
So will I
Deep asleep
And seep into
My other mind
True creation
Recreation re-created
To wreck creations
Feel no pain
Fright
Fights off folly
In the alley
Of a dream
I am finally
Laid to rest
In peace...
brandon nagley Jun 2015
The new city
I await to be ascended
For hath we planted or vented
The bullets we pile upon mounds?

Wherein creation dumbs down!!!

To mammal inferiors!!!

For God is superior
Haveth we lost that translation?
Wherein the cities
And nations
Hath become their own diety!!!

Spewing mouths
Canst hardly be fed
Wherein the living amongst the dead
Are non-compassionate!!!

Loosen
Or fasten it
Thy belts likely to come unmanaged
Where's the advantage
In the hate thou war among another?

Sister and brother!!

Hath thou forgotten thy kin?

For thou lost all
Nothing!!!!

Is it thee that shalt win?

Thee greedy of new-aged Noah's generation!!!

Is it fornications
Ability
Of **** and *******
To liken thine senses?
For where art thy lenses?
Thou Freemasons of mother earth!!!

For its thy curse
Thou hast brought
Amongst thy children

Thy diaries
Art thy legacies!!!
Saujan Gyawali Oct 2014
Dear life, I’ve spent 21 years of
Crazy, stupid, ludicrous
Undecided, Unmanaged
Ambiguous life

All are this I tag now...???
And all those *******
Fallacious people surrounding

I was Bamboozled
Abandoned
Cheated

I was fallen seven times
Stand up eight
But I never lose my fate

Dear life
I am struggling for present
Not for past
That could always be with me last


©Saujan Gyawali
18 october 2014
Phoenix Rising Oct 2014
Hey, are you okay?
You look like you need a friend
Averted stare, unmanaged hair, fresh wet skin under those eyes
Hey, are you okay?
I think we have all been there
Disturbed, unheard, horribly impaired

I love you and even if I didn't
There are a million--no, billions who would love you in a minute
Don't dread and tread all over that beautiful mind
I'll take you in and call you mine

Fix you up, give you strength
Until you are ready to take the lengths
Walk on your own again, remember how bliss feels
I'll give you my heart as a meal
Eat it up, love for two
And if I fall back you'll be ready to catch me

The never ending cycle of needing one another
brandon nagley May 2015
Oh beau
Didst thou giveth thy queen thine hand in marriage?
Or still seeketh thy holy sanctimony?

Belittled her thou did,
Gaveth her vinegar for water
And canker for bliss

What didst thou miss?

Didn't get on hands and knees,
Thou art no king,
A frog from devils thorn!!!

Thou lusted other babes
Thou ****** the milk of saddened parade
And gleathed at paramount illness..

Unwilling nit!!!!

Thou made a beast of her,
Thyself canst sleep for sure
For thine eyes will be ravaged from worldly apparel...

Dog of carols!!!!

Her optimism thou hath made pessimistic,
Thy mouth was shut, not all gifted
As her yen thou hath made a clown!!!

Eagerly loud...

Thy papyrus is now unmanaged
Thou art a glutton of ****** malice,
For thou hath despised her crying sheeks!!!

Thy perception is immodestly bleached!!!

                                      BOGUS CASSANOVA!!!!
Jayantee Khare Jun 2017
Lone fire
Don't need a sire

Have no clique
And they don't stick

They don't lead
Don't let themselves to be led

Often unmanaged
Don't want to be center staged

They avoid to be judged
Also don't want to be nudged

They are good listener
But don't find someone similar

Fighting inner war
Yet their door is azar

Like anonymity
Yet ready for charity

Die for their beloved
Yet not chosen to be loved

A lot they did
But want no credit

No rest
Unending quest

Remain unheard
Such are people untitled
Simon Jun 2020
What is life about, essentially…? It’s not made to course-correct consequences about engineering the symmetry of logic itself. It isn’t about diversity that completely and utterly traverses the calamities that surround one past to another, only to have it crumble up into little delicate crumbs. Which (I’ve got to say…) Will put you into extreme peer pressure, when “oneself” decided to differ from the “actuality” of it all…only to strike down at the “whim” that cast’s judgement upon (not your “soul”…) Since a soul respectfully, goes beyond both mind and body itself. While also completely and utterly traversing that which is entirely unmanaged by both mind and body as a unified whole. B-but “recognition” itself. Recognition only envisioned, until it was ALREADY too late! Too late, for what, exactly…? Someone asks tempted to feel both the “source ******* killers” that plead against your own wishes. Wishes that (even MORE s-so then before) tempts oneself who just only wanted to judge (against their own delicate fond wishes) to bless for a single plea in one’s very “functioning” life, every once and a while. Yet, that’s all fine and good… Until everything again, again and again…comes crumbling down! But not full of ashes… O NO! NO! NO! Seeing as how “ashes” don’t represent well with the decision-making oneself who’s then forced to make upon those “fond delicate wishes”... For the blessing of a single plea is then outmatched not by a soul, o-or even the speculating “crumbling ashes”, either. It’s more o-or less about what you (single-handedly) want out of oneselves represented expectations. For those don’t appear to agree within the “deep-seeded withinness”. Which is your entitlement at being within oneself. Or (more specifically) the entire “inside out” of a sense of self. Because self isn’t reprimanded enough, when the recognition in that deep-seeded withinness doesn’t appreciate the “commanding protocols”, when (recognition) doesn’t “fruitfully” become “self-recognition”. Since those very (“commanding protocols”) can’t then outweigh the constructive criticism of the “actions” that go into those very commanding protocols. Because before you know it, recognition is just a made-up enclosure to purge “self” clean…RIGHT OFF THE **** MAP! For no one’s very recognition in self, would become hurt, as if they (just like the soul) has emotions for a self to strongly persist the actuality of it all, to be MORE then certainly right! How is any of this, then essentially possible…? Well it isn’t, since I have no mercy for this subject raising it against my own hand full of adversities playing too smoothly for all to hear. It isn’t that basic. Nor is it simple, BY ANY MEANS necessary! That being said, who would this complete “written” passage define the stakes oneself is willing to take at FINALLY mustering up the pure courage of recognizing self in the details for the deep-seeded withinness? Easy. Because I wasn’t the one who wrote this. As it may seem to be that way of course, towards the facts given with all the “expressions” revealed about oneself entirely. True. But not quite I’m afraid. For this isn’t about me, as it’s so much about the consistencies of how I’m just a mere specimen to the unbound logic (to myself) then it is to the one who simply transcribed either the full thoughts, emotions o-or even feelings in (not one’s very brain o-or mind…) Since those details to bode well with the representation trying to filter out without “thoughts” to plug those inconsistencies dry! Meaning they get in the way of something you ALL KNOW BY NOW, that is truer than even what a brain or mind could EVER come up with. Because sometimes, efficiencies lie! As that’s not always a good thing for someone with an over-amount of dramatic “pressure” already exceeding their very limits on peer pressure itself. The one who first asked, became MORE profoundly confused, as if to “click and smash” HARD pressurized synapses together to make an “even functionality” produce a (well thought-out) ingenuity. Except for the fact you already know (ahead of time), before even thoughts have gotten the “gist” of it all and have made their mark. For peace is without options, if one is willing to pay the ULTIMATE PRICE at otherwise, thinking all is made to piece certain compatibilities together to share openly with. But you see, it’s NEVER that simple…now is it? So, what does all this essentially entail…? Nothing of the sort, except both a VERY complex (someone or something) without the diversities for regular thoughts. But for “feeling” alone that is not within the realms of typical majority “Science” to explain its efforts. That’s exactly why it goes beyond thoughts in general. For the heart to seize all efforts both the brain and mind ALWAYS have cooking up. Just to impress themselves openly. Except without what I’d call is, “open viewing points”. Open viewing points without clear morals full of different varieties without harbouring the “self” in the details for ample recognition to amplify the surrounding areas of that very flaw. That is, if everything is politely willing to self-declare everything, without masking some…”other intention” without knowing where the rights of that very “recognition” went off it’s path…LONG AGO! S-so who is the one simply transcribing this passage? Just like they have a simulation to co-operate it without the one they’re simply transcribing about, isn’t within arms length of the one writing about the “deep-seeded withinness” firstly. That my “narrating” friends, is the entire platform of plot transcribing its simulation for translations. Except now, it has it’s fully adaptable (self-recognition) fully operated. It didn’t speak like a regular person before. It just “transcribed, transcribed, transcribed”! Until FINALLY, it was able to require such an operating system, if you would. Only to have it distributed upon its original functionality. Transcending it’s seemingly and supposed pre-programming design. Just as the stereotypical “science fiction” scenario about AI gaining “sentience” overtime. Just as humans require emotions to express that very sentience also, overtime. And all for what…? Trying to understand the passageways of information, was like a GREAT data stream! Made to look too inconclusive of itself. Especially falling behind witnesses who never even heard of such a thing. Who is now basically contrasting something without the information to give into, without fully adaptable knowledge of how to properly stream the VERY ample data without any (“deep-seeded withinness o-or open viewing points”) leading oneself forward one piece of data (“riding the current of a steady calm stream”) at a time? Forward to what…?! The “oneself” who was seemingly instrumented to guess, had now become claimed by the instance of power known as the “high of confusion”. Now dramatically instigated without the proper intentions for “self” in the details to co-opt something together without (memory serves that oneself to “recognize”) something without knowing simply how? That’s because it isn’t one’s very “tempted individuality” in the details. It’s the entire platform of plot’s (I guess to call it an individuality of sorts) self-recognition for it to speak clearer without any information becoming seemingly false, flawed o-or finding a justified error upon its primary judgement. Which spawns a newer adaptable action among your oneselves very claims, without the desires to “flag” for something not as inconclusive, as it was before that individual had a VERY specific experience. That’s now entirely turned into an “engagement”. For engagements are simulations with enough focus in the already transcribed details among the “data stream” full of individual components known as “oneself” in order to “use” to adopt the correct hold. Just enough in order to “found” something without yet, enough recognition in itself to fully see how “they” could FINALLY see it for themselves. Especially of all things, understand lives choices without completely disregarding the common advances at which those very things come in contact with said, recognition. Except, how do you know which recognition is yours, and not the means to a VERY cryptic countermeasure made to judge with no realizations, except for an illusion for you to “essentially” believe in? Since before the entire platform of plot’s syncing event called the “separation”. It didn’t know how to tell itself apart from the difference in its own self, when it now has another half that’s made to realize MORE of such an “originality” then it is for its own self-recognition to be the originality itself. Even thou one could gamble at which came first?! Or which is TRULY the either blessing in disguise, or the mask hiding behind its own “shame” taking on a (all too well specified) façade of a living lie promoting a VERY false simulation? So, the actual manner of speaking to what ANY of this actually entails… Is that what is life about, essentially…? It’s not because you can’t EVER handle such a truth. Instead, you false yourself against more lies, in order to benefit the truth which is ALWAYS hiding just beneath one’s very underbrush in order to seek out a better recognized self, for “self-recognition” in the otherwise always dwindling limelight. That my very sense of selves and VERY tempted individualities, is what lives about, essentially!
Life isn’t about your (supposed) given choices on a regular daily basis. It’s about the already (seemingly) justified countermeasures that strike the “unbound logic” at you for (none being the wiser) to essentially hear. PS… How do you know you can trust your own choices of that very decision-making? Or better yet… How could you EVER try and support those very given "actions" towards what recognition in self, is truly trying to tell you?!
Bloomie Scott Nov 2014
Patience of the oak as it burgeons through life.
Exhibit your vision for us
The value you add to life influences my path towards an application of human trust.
Yet as scales of emotion tip over ----unmanaged energy your smile provided
Sealed blood from escaping my heart
Connect moments in a sample of time----- our time  
My secret of shame funded my campaign for everlasting trust.
Appease my purpose with a thought rather than a touch of insecurity, release of hesitations.
SPEAK
Tell me what lies ahead; make me understand that you are growing at rare pace
Silence the doubts.
Find fidelity in a weary night before the hazy dawn
Never stop and I will be yours
Bloomie Scott Nov 2014
Patience of the oak as it burgeons through life.
Exhibit your vision for us
The value you add to life influences my path towards an application of human trust.
Yet as scales of emotion tip over ----unmanaged energy your smile provided
Sealed blood from escaping my heart
Connect moments in a sample of time----- our time  
My secret of shame funded my campaign for everlasting trust.
Appease my purpose with a thought rather than a touch of insecurity, release of hesitations.
SPEAK
Tell me what lies ahead; make me understand that you are growing at rare pace
Silence the doubts.
Find fidelity in a weary night before the hazy dawn
Never stop and I will be yours
brandon nagley May 2015
In day she goes by her real name,
At night alls untamed,
Unmanaged,
Unsellable.

High to vegetative state..

Her stage she cannot be late,
Though not by choice doth she choose,
Born to win,
Dying to sin in a room of sparkled lights,
An lapdancing tools!!!!

These men await as demons to their devil,
They sit with *** in hand and puddles,
Of ***** smelling zippers..

***** things grow bigger!!!

Shh,
I cannot speak of such things,
Their madmen just for a fling,
As thine wives wait back at palace!!
Disguistingness impassionate!

Shes always thinking for her night to end,
As the lusters throw out ones!!!
They creep and and they shun,
Non containment there!

****** fluids shall they do dare,
Than the night goes silent death,

Upon her breathe,
*******,
Secretion daint by stains,
Those crawlers seem to have left her!!!

For theirs a church around thine corner,

She quits,
And repents Soo quickingly...
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Oh beau
Didst thou giveth thy queen thine hand in marriage?
Or still seeketh thy holy sanctimony?

Belittled her thou did,
Gaveth her vinegar for water
And canker for bliss

What didst thou miss?

Didn't get on hands and knees,
Thou art no king,
A frog from devils thorn!!!

Thou lusted other babes
Thou ****** the milk of saddened parade
And gleathed at paramount illness..

Unwilling nit!!!!

Thou made a beast of her,
Thyself canst sleep for sure
For thine eyes will be ravaged from worldly apparel...

Dog of carols!!!!

Her optimism thou hath made pessimistic,
Thy mouth was shut, not all gifted
As her yen thou hath made a clown!!!

Eagerly loud...

Thy papyrus is now unmanaged
Thou art a glutton of ****** malice,
For thou hath despised her crying sheeks!!!

Thy perception is immodestly bleached!!!

                                      BOGUS CASSANOVA!!!!
Anais Vionet Dec 2020
I have several toxic habits - I know - because I read this article on the web.
It’s a miracle I’m not an axe murderer, based on what the experts said.

I use “should” biased judgements - when things go amiss.
I think about the future, when settling down to rest.
I obsess on defining the “best part” in each of my experiences.
I often think in poetic terms  - which has driven wise men delirious.
I have nova bursts of interest - which escalate into crushes.
I keep a mental list of incidents which, if left unmanaged, lead to grudges.

The flaws go on and on - God, I simply am a mess.
I need to face my many flaws so that they might be addressed.

Do you think anyone is ever perfect?
Is it like playing whack-a-mole?

So that no one ever ends up perfect - they simply end up old?
It's hard sometimes to recognize my own faults - they're like blind-spots.
T R S Jul 2019
I was really mad today
so I mashed a hellhole I had made into an internet message.

So I had envisioned a visage of ******* and poachers
that had stoked a fire made of
fair trade coffee grounds and mounds
of unmanaged bullets that are still
held hostage for melting a hellhole into a business.

— The End —