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*I searched the deepest depths of the vastest oceans, I searched way up high, past the clouds, in the bluest of blue skies, I searched deep in the hearts of nature's greenest forests... It turns out, that I was carrying it within me all along - only now, do I realise. By Lady R.F ©2016*
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Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 4:46 PM UTC
Soul Searching
Apathy, oh dear apathy How I suffered slowly Heart so lonely Even safe in their arms Your coldest embrace Hides my tear-stained face Save me from the shell From the nothing I have become Dear apathy, dear apathy My heart rings lowly An echoless bell, A great empty shell, Ever trapped in the greatest of hells Why you come to me I do not know For you cover my soul and call it home Shelter me from the rain in my head Even when I wake from my shivering bed There is no more dread There is no more pain Not sorrow nor aching Only nothing again Nothing but numb What have I become? What have I...become? Dear apathy Even when I should be happily Joyously so You refuse to go Oh the great things that you know… Dear apathy, dearest apathy My heart, it suffered slowly Until you came to me Took me into your embrace You shelter my tear-stained face From all of this disgrace That has become me… Whatever am I to be, With or without you My dearest apathy? My dearest apathy I suffered so slowly Heartstrings, tear and fray For indescribable reasons I stay Even whilst they play Ever so lowly There is no echo, no ring or sound There is no song, no feeling at all There is no care, not a bit in the world For I have given all I have to give In this great life that I live I give and I give… Until I can no more Until I can no more My heart opens the door… It opens the door Welcoming you into my coldest embrace Dear apathy, you came for me When I needed you most I was but your host, A wailing ghost Until you came to me… Now my greatest emotions The vastest of oceans They rest, now They leave me be… Since you have come to me They leave me be… Dear apathy, dear apathy… These times you come to me Shelter me, hold me to be Lulled into your coldest of arms Silence the alarms Out with the candle Out with me… And welcome, dearest apathy - Jay M October 11th, 2021
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Oct 11, 2021
Oct 11, 2021 at 12:12 PM UTC
Dear Apathy - Song
Apathy, oh dear apathy How I suffered slowly Heart so lonely Even safe in their arms Your coldest embrace Hides my tear-stained face Save me from the shell From the nothing I have become Dear apathy, dear apathy My heart rings lowly An echoless bell, A great empty shell, Ever trapped in the greatest of hells Why you come to me I do not know For you cover my soul and call it home Shelter me from the rain in my head Even when I wake from my shivering bed There is no more dread There is no more pain Not sorrow nor aching Only nothing again Nothing but numb What have I become? What have I...become? Dear apathy Even when I should be happily Joyously so You refuse to go Oh the great things that you know… Dear apathy, dearest apathy My heart, it suffered slowly Until you came to me Took me into your embrace You shelter my tear-stained face From all of this disgrace That has become me… Whatever am I to be, With or without you My dearest apathy? My dearest apathy I suffered so slowly Heartstrings, tear and fray For indescribable reasons I stay Even whilst they play Ever so lowly There is no echo, no ring or sound There is no song, no feeling at all There is no care, not a bit in the world For I have given all I have to give In this great life that I live I give and I give… Until I can no more Until I can no more My heart opens the door… It opens the door Welcoming you into my coldest embrace Dear apathy, you came for me When I needed you most I was but your host, A wailing ghost Until you came to me… Now my greatest emotions The vastest of oceans They rest, now They leave me be… Since you have come to me They leave me be… Dear apathy, dear apathy… These times you come to me Shelter me, hold me to be Lulled into your coldest of arms Silence the alarms Out with the candle Out with me… And welcome, dearest apathy - Jay M October 11th, 2021
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They tell me to lay down and to please look at the fish. Notice how they glide in-and-out of the cool-blue water; how they don't have a care in the world -- they're fish: one out of millions; mindless; alone in packed tanks; alone, jammed in metal cans full of corpses and low-quality mustard. Putting the mask over my perfect nostrils, my straight teeth, they say Don't be afraid; listen to my humming; how it will blend with the high-pitch screech you hear, now; becoming an equilibrium of torture and fantastical strangeness, unbound by Gods, by Persons, by Loves. Inside this perfect dark, you cannot think beyond the giant broad strokes that is the world sweeping by -- and it is marvelous, the buoyant miseries floating above your head; my head of ambivalent visions; the Earth's core, a furiously violent brilliance, ablaze beneath my feet, under layers of confounded deathly masquerade; a mask much like mine: an egotistical reflection brought out by one's feeling of gigantic import- -ance, despite hanging from the vastest of ceilings; a wannabe church in the sway of jungle mind; primitive instinct. ********* You know you can wake up   at this point, or so they say. What does it all mean, to which I murmur, I don't know. It's hard to say what I know; if anything, all I have is doubts. All I can muster are regrets; I wish I could return to that perfect dark, confused and semi-philosophical; all- pretentious: a feeling of being bound by brokenness. They tell me to chill out; you use semi-colons like they're heartbeats. Focus on whether your chest holds validity.
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May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 3:00 PM UTC
28. Giant; Degenerates
They tell me to lay down and to please look at the fish. Notice how they glide in-and-out of the cool-blue water; how they don't have a care in the world -- they're fish: one out of millions; mindless; alone in packed tanks; alone, jammed in metal cans full of corpses and low-quality mustard. Putting the mask over my perfect nostrils, my straight teeth, they say Don't be afraid; listen to my humming; how it will blend with the high-pitch screech you hear, now; becoming an equilibrium of torture and fantastical strangeness, unbound by Gods, by Persons, by Loves. Inside this perfect dark, you cannot think beyond the giant broad strokes that is the world sweeping by -- and it is marvelous, the buoyant miseries floating above your head; my head of ambivalent visions; the Earth's core, a furiously violent brilliance, ablaze beneath my feet, under layers of confounded deathly masquerade; a mask much like mine: an egotistical reflection brought out by one's feeling of gigantic import- -ance, despite hanging from the vastest of ceilings; a wannabe church in the sway of jungle mind; primitive instinct. ********* You know you can wake up   at this point, or so they say. What does it all mean, to which I murmur, I don't know. It's hard to say what I know; if anything, all I have is doubts. All I can muster are regrets; I wish I could return to that perfect dark, confused and semi-philosophical; all- pretentious: a feeling of being bound by brokenness. They tell me to chill out; you use semi-colons like they're heartbeats. Focus on whether your chest holds validity.
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I get so mad knowing you will never understand what I see. You can’t see the pain, the memories, or the people who make up these images. My mind works in such an otherworldly way, I wish it wasn’t so far away. I wish I could just share it with the world. Even if the vulnerability hurt me, it’d be worth it to be less lonely. All my thoughts could be appreciated, and in their own light, to the right people only. I think in sentiment, so the clues of the portraits I create, would communicate in clear secrecy, the truth they bear about me. This unimaginable beauty, that even I only see in glimpses, would maybe a have a place, could maybe be hung in a museum, sold in an auction, stolen for its value, fought for to save. It’s infinite. the stream, the river, the trees, the forest,,, the undetected particles in the air glowing in the ray of gold squeezed between the canopy from the sun, the world of green and blue underneath the repetitive streaming and complicated designs that carry rainbow colored fish, even just the emptiness of sound at the precipice before the greatest vastest canyons of our earth... You can’t dare to frame a single one of these without spending every medium you can find. And now I think I get it: Art cannot contain the beauty we see and feel, It is meant to be a crack of a window to the inside of what's real. Art borrows a pinch of the beauty to show the others a glimpse to awe at, And if successful, that small crack may bring one into the glory of it all someday.
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Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 5:25 PM UTC
Let me show you through the Wardrobe...
I get so mad knowing you will never understand what I see. You can’t see the pain, the memories, or the people who make up these images. My mind works in such an otherworldly way, I wish it wasn’t so far away. I wish I could just share it with the world. Even if the vulnerability hurt me, it’d be worth it to be less lonely. All my thoughts could be appreciated, and in their own light, to the right people only. I think in sentiment, so the clues of the portraits I create, would communicate in clear secrecy, the truth they bear about me. This unimaginable beauty, that even I only see in glimpses, would maybe a have a place, could maybe be hung in a museum, sold in an auction, stolen for its value, fought for to save. It’s infinite. the stream, the river, the trees, the forest,,, the undetected particles in the air glowing in the ray of gold squeezed between the canopy from the sun, the world of green and blue underneath the repetitive streaming and complicated designs that carry rainbow colored fish, even just the emptiness of sound at the precipice before the greatest vastest canyons of our earth... You can’t dare to frame a single one of these without spending every medium you can find. And now I think I get it: Art cannot contain the beauty we see and feel, It is meant to be a crack of a window to the inside of what's real. Art borrows a pinch of the beauty to show the others a glimpse to awe at, And if successful, that small crack may bring one into the glory of it all someday.
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# *Sparkles and stars, there is a brilliance in the sky and a darkness, all around it Child of wonder child of Light Oh my Lord, child Please hold on tight The worst of monsters come out at night A wingless child Cannot take flight Wonder, young child Let the Light  in you emit from your wild Chasing all you have known that causes  such fright A grass covered field A rolling, green hill On your back,  you look up To a sky, brilliant blue Until the blue  I see becomes the vastest  of oceans now, below me On a windless, cloudless day Wonder, young child And watch all the monsters float away* #
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Jun 11, 2024
Jun 11, 2024 at 1:30 PM UTC
Childhood
*Moments pass, Days go by, Time, it is too honest - Arrogant, not shy. It comes, and it goes, It cares not, for your emotions, It steals your dreams, It throws them into the deepest depths, of the darkest, vastest oceans. Time, it spares no pain, It reminds you, constantly, That it will soon take you... It trys so hard to make you anxious - It will eventually break you! It teases you with the most pleasurable moments, Those, that you will never forget... It gives you special memories - most precious, and a few, that you may live long enough to regret. Time, is an absolute blessing. However, its inevitable end, feels like a massive curse, Time, It ticks away faster As you get older, Making all of your anxieties Feel horribly worse. Time, it is impetuous, And, unfortunately, There a many souls Who lack appreciation For every blessed, precious, Unstoppable second. Sadly, they realise this, Only when their final moments Are about to come - when their last Breath is about to be taken; When their soul Has been beckoned. Time, It kisses you, Then it runs, It causes chaos, Daily. But, still, With every second of it, That we are blessed, It makes us, The lucky ones! By Lady R.F ©2016*
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Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 1:57 AM UTC
Time, It Kisses You, Then It Runs.
1283 Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done— Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none— Balked in the vastest instance But to renew— Felled by but one assassin— Prosperity—
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Could Hope inspect her Basis
What's a moment without the thread? Every clock brakes and begins to slow So long since a tears been shed Hazy eyes don't look but low Seeing higher than the status quo Freely opressed like an opening window Lies are true and pride is gay Counting time from doe to doe Pricy fees I don't care to pay Menial lives of grass to hay Withering the vastest shade to grey Shaping paths into cracked Concrete My face plastered on your dismay Pulling me out to every heart beat Fates revealed from simple body heat Lying dead on a scorching sheet; Beginnings lost just as they were found Pictures taken as blind love meets Creatings reality out of invisible sound Judgement conceived with no one around Walking with chains nailed to the ground Fastened tightly to stop me from growing Drifting from pace enslaved as a hound Keeps me from where I need to be going Holding back all that i've been showing Planting emotions I shouldn't be sowing Igniting proposals of fragile connectivity Claim to be committed but I tend to do nothing Isolated inside of a crawling relativity With depleted self esteem disguised as complexity
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Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 12:22 PM UTC
Plastic Cogs
~•||\::/ ||•~ Have We no Words to say? I ask as You ask the Silence all the same, wakes from Stillborn Being not far away, remains in the quiet sake of Sacred Space. Twas our yearning, reaching out into each- other's Hearts which sought to reach the higher Mind, pulling up so as to meet the precipice of our feet. Unbreakable, the ground feels sound of solid mound to most, but still, some weep the warmth of safety. We have birthed the Heavens with each Word, Let our Will be brave and mighty, vaster than the vastest Sea, be th'essence of Eternity. Manifest intent through Prayer, from unending patient Plea, *We are One Visionary* We are never gone away thus We may not stray from Fruited Path paved upon Community of much the finest Character, of such the likes as We.
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Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 10:09 AM UTC
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we lay in the fields and on the dry hills and smoked green out of a purple pipe and you kissed a boy who talked about crystals and rolled down under the stars i shared my cigarette with soft lips and a strong jawline, we all drew ourselves together on the hill that overlooked the world; we we're the tallest, vastest beings ever to live, and the glowing lights that we're stuck like splinters in the palms of the sky we're mere reflections of what was within our glowing skin.
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 2:02 AM UTC
november longing
I weep for the breakers of things. I cry for the destroyers I mourn for the burners, the crushers, the warriors; My heart breaks for the breakers of things. From some timid landmark of dawn From some futile cry of a mother in morning From one tired yelp at the breaking of day Arising despising the darkness descending From some sparrows soaring Where mansions are shining And we with the warmth of hellfire opining Weep yonder, we breakers of things. They bled their red, their lines drawn deep They poured their pots to wine They gave the evil lonely sun some bricks to bake some backs to burn, They sizzled, swaddled, and in air remembered what life means to the withered, breakers of things. Tarry not longing for some Ebenezer Tarry not healing and balming the wicked Tarry not over these dreams of ash forming cracking among the sickest secret heros of these verses Won't weep for you, you breakers of things. We fly with the fortunate We jet high on the vastest expanses a geography of sorrow charting the grief of the waters We dive deep down among broken things. We lament holy breakers of things.
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Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 7:27 AM UTC
Cri de Coeur
Alluring each single cell and fibre An event horizon briskly scathing wider A hyper-nova powerhouse The death of a Sun Quiet as a mouse on Earth In Space perhaps a hum Quite the sight we've never seen From our eyes to the sky But envisioned by a telescope The vastest contrasts of realities Exist so far and wide Hard to fathom Tiny atoms Galaxies like grains of sand What is big? What is small? Whatever the answer Space is ******* cool!
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May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 7:43 PM UTC
Unthinkables
I yearn to exist in a space where the stars all but blaze Where “stars” aren’t celebrities their plaster faces plastered on magazine covers lining the shopping aisles But where they bask in the night sky unpolluted And exist radiantly Where the culture ceases to revolve around the newest latest fashion or video And instead revolves around the ripening of figs And the blooming of chrysanthemums And the migrations of the swallows Where we look like awestruck children to those unpolluted stars above us and this great earth around us to tell the time and pass the seasons, Living then in harmony with the revolution of the very soil and air from which our life flows It’s easy to forget I crave an environment that does not depend upon phone screens Where my peers and myself do not walk through life in an addicted daze Unaware of the haze that descends as an effect of such technological dependence We are walking around with our eyes unconsciously searching for the stimulus that society constantly feeds us We are tripping over ourselves just trying to keep up These electronic signals flashing upon thin panels of glass And This is what we call Living The dopamine flooding our brains when that text vibration brings our popularity to attention Capturing our attention holding it captive We are prisoners of our own purchases Stepping into voluntary chains Producing our wrists for shackles Rusting our humanity away enchained in a web of unsocial media and notifications We neglect to make space for our own existence Disconnecting from our own physical experience We don't even feel our fingers typing and swiping Hoarding gluttonous over likes and comments and click bait headlines Consumed by our own consummation We never have any silence I yearn to exist in a space where our eyes like stars all but blaze Awake with acute awareness of the present moment Where we break shackles and push comfort zones Basking in the raw beauty of an exuberant life we are conscious to experience I yearn to exist together as radiant as the stars in the vastest galaxy
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Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 5:25 PM UTC
To Exist
I yearn to exist in a space where the stars all but blaze Where “stars” aren’t celebrities their plaster faces plastered on magazine covers lining the shopping aisles But where they bask in the night sky unpolluted And exist radiantly Where the culture ceases to revolve around the newest latest fashion or video And instead revolves around the ripening of figs And the blooming of chrysanthemums And the migrations of the swallows Where we look like awestruck children to those unpolluted stars above us and this great earth around us to tell the time and pass the seasons, Living then in harmony with the revolution of the very soil and air from which our life flows It’s easy to forget I crave an environment that does not depend upon phone screens Where my peers and myself do not walk through life in an addicted daze Unaware of the haze that descends as an effect of such technological dependence We are walking around with our eyes unconsciously searching for the stimulus that society constantly feeds us We are tripping over ourselves just trying to keep up These electronic signals flashing upon thin panels of glass And This is what we call Living The dopamine flooding our brains when that text vibration brings our popularity to attention Capturing our attention holding it captive We are prisoners of our own purchases Stepping into voluntary chains Producing our wrists for shackles Rusting our humanity away enchained in a web of unsocial media and notifications We neglect to make space for our own existence Disconnecting from our own physical experience We don't even feel our fingers typing and swiping Hoarding gluttonous over likes and comments and click bait headlines Consumed by our own consummation We never have any silence I yearn to exist in a space where our eyes like stars all but blaze Awake with acute awareness of the present moment Where we break shackles and push comfort zones Basking in the raw beauty of an exuberant life we are conscious to experience I yearn to exist together as radiant as the stars in the vastest galaxy
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Lady RF Soul Searching I searched the deepest depths of the vastest oceans, I searched way up high, past the clouds, in the bluest of blue skies, I searched deep in the hearts of nature's greenest forests... It turns out, that I was carrying it within me all along - only now, do I realise. By Lady R.F ©2016
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Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 9:31 PM UTC
Untitled
Kiss the earth slowly...lay a hand upon it... nudge it, set it assail as if it were water. Feel the body become a wisp of smoke-- disinheriting, yet curling about its fire. Titillating the vastest contention of air, and or ether...I do believe this sketch is elementally complete...that's it folks. Konstantinos Mark
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Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
Elementally Complete
Tracing parallel lines of fate this upcoming moment weaves fabrics of mutual experiences as we carry on our separate ways together A voice of thousands of voices my voice tangles the clusters of my thoughts strangles my cognition twists my vision Can you hear it Across thousands of miles I found In jungle of uncertainty a grove of serenity Amid dessert of desperation an oasis of satisfaction Who you are is everything I've been striving for When the sun goes dim And the sky rains fire I will be here Walking beside you like spindrift tracing ocean waves Put my arms around you like canyon embracing blast from the plain Amongst the city grids of dusts the canopy of ashes We suffocate melt integrate into each other Rise, and roam beyond the vastest atmosphere conquest, and dwell above lands and seas Feed me, as my heart falls in bitter hunger Caress me, as my flesh burns in blazing desire Deep down the abyss of the inner me A voice shouting restlessly I need you I need you Can you hear me
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 11:13 AM UTC
Can you hear me
naked as the ... (...well, whatever) the vastest forests the mystic child uncovering the dream of those who linger the purest revolution of stars and men running free through holy waters unwavering devotion ***** and ******* everywhere anyone everywhere anyone in the arms of mountain women in the heart of fiercest fight naked as god before creation waiting upon the true light (and you are here) everyone anyone everyone anyone i see dressed in rags and ***** aura who is here and why naked as we who stumble fall and always rise again
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Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 2:45 PM UTC
courage
As a flower blooms it gives its best Not that aware of others that are around As each star it shines it shines alone Not that aware of others seen from the ground As a tree it grows, It grows as brilliant As it can grow according to its lot on earth It provides oxygen and only takes its own space But though its only a tree it has such worth As a cloud so high within the vastest sky Its within its self beautiful even if alone All things taken more so for granted in life Are important as any other .. earth their home. terrence michael sutton copyright 2013
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May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 9:44 PM UTC
AS A FLOWER BLOOMS
I love you is the heaviest and vastest sentence I know. I spend my days trying to work out if im being crushed under it. ... Or drowning in it.
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Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 12:48 PM UTC
Heavy
We're all just stars Waiting for the moment we can truly explode Waiting for the moment we can quietly fade away Coloured by the numbness of living And the coldness that death brings Dully stinging our minds Shaping our flesh and bones Into something so strong Yet so weak without a cause No reason for hope No reason for satisfaction Because we're all just cold, lonely, numb stars in the vastest universe imaginable With no real capacity to leave
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Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 3:48 PM UTC
Stars.
Fluid time, fluid stone, fluid light all right, solid nothing, nothing at all, a solid wall, with a clustering of curious curio types, messengers messaging between whole and part, paid tuition ars intuitus rare anachronists insist, words evolve. Words expand, as children into sage or wastrel conformed and conditioned expanding the idea of wedom, breathing, statistically half in, as half out breathe, what manner of man am I, wombed or un? Were there ever men such as we, who can share context across history, at earth level. ---------------------- Considering the ant is no childish passtime, Fulfilling aristocratic duty to learn then teach, Considered here, linearly, on a thread one thought wide, picked from circumstance, to consider sidereally distant, sent from Mars, between three and twenty minutes of time away, on an arc affected by cohesive force, eh grave-definite down, down, down to the core of our communication organs, signaling scents accepted as thought projected, kindly lines, minds attuned as thought accepted. -------------------- Consider ever, from your vastest sense, of the gravity bubble we exist within, you and I, my hearing, seeing, knowing me and you, my guardian guiding will, to which I choose to submit, under no threat. General Common Sense, beauty recognition, test to tell if the word lord means any true -ing, Greek men, pure, indeed, wisdoming wedom mob minds and freedom do not mix, oil and water, sure as Hell. Freedom from all forms of tyranny, what holds our we shape, in our minds? Common sense, under all the stories contained within this Goldilocks zone of unintended circumstances, working out, fine, just iusta think fine… is no real answer, it is a code, a social norm set said, fine, I'll say it, as a code for so small we'd need ants eyes to see it… and, lo', we have those, we have predictable macroscopic images, graven deep into our idle time drifting state watching art mock life, and learn life laughs. --------------------
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Mar 14, 2024
Mar 14, 2024 at 1:11 PM UTC
So Serious, These Mortals
Fluid time, fluid stone, fluid light all right, solid nothing, nothing at all, a solid wall, with a clustering of curious curio types, messengers messaging between whole and part, paid tuition ars intuitus rare anachronists insist, words evolve. Words expand, as children into sage or wastrel conformed and conditioned expanding the idea of wedom, breathing, statistically half in, as half out breathe, what manner of man am I, wombed or un? Were there ever men such as we, who can share context across history, at earth level. ---------------------- Considering the ant is no childish passtime, Fulfilling aristocratic duty to learn then teach, Considered here, linearly, on a thread one thought wide, picked from circumstance, to consider sidereally distant, sent from Mars, between three and twenty minutes of time away, on an arc affected by cohesive force, eh grave-definite down, down, down to the core of our communication organs, signaling scents accepted as thought projected, kindly lines, minds attuned as thought accepted. -------------------- Consider ever, from your vastest sense, of the gravity bubble we exist within, you and I, my hearing, seeing, knowing me and you, my guardian guiding will, to which I choose to submit, under no threat. General Common Sense, beauty recognition, test to tell if the word lord means any true -ing, Greek men, pure, indeed, wisdoming wedom mob minds and freedom do not mix, oil and water, sure as Hell. Freedom from all forms of tyranny, what holds our we shape, in our minds? Common sense, under all the stories contained within this Goldilocks zone of unintended circumstances, working out, fine, just iusta think fine… is no real answer, it is a code, a social norm set said, fine, I'll say it, as a code for so small we'd need ants eyes to see it… and, lo', we have those, we have predictable macroscopic images, graven deep into our idle time drifting state watching art mock life, and learn life laughs. --------------------
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Wow. (Wow what?) Just Wow. Too many times now. So many snaking paths arching and winding to this very door. And what're you crying for? Facing the grandest, vastest yawn, what can one say but Wow? And how. The world gives so little that eventually even the greediest must count as his greatest treasure light seen glinting in the specks of dust.
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 6:25 AM UTC
The Big Reveal
Yo, you fu*kin with the baddest, no i ain't the other kid claimin hype, im gettin right and Ni*gas hate the status. I think its cause, they just dont know, how long i've been at this i've never ever heard a beat I can't Randy Savage. the way you lookin at me, lookin like I'm just average, baby im just tryna make you see through..: Glasses I hate when you're passive, the tension gets so massive started from the basement... So why we in the attic? maybe we some addicts, your love's asthmatic.. I love it when you in the bed, working that maGIC! I know we got problems, so lets move past it.. no turn around.. back it up.. like that *ss did! You know I'm just playin, you already know these actions.. type of moves, keeps the mood.. total satisfaction Baby aint no laxin.. specially when I'm rappin Sh*t, I spit real, so much, they need Captions Ain't nothing in this world, through the sadness.. the ashes so baby can we live it up, until we in our caskets? Don't go and be phony, like the ones who be actin.. look in each other's eyes... tell me, can you feel the passion?? I used to try to sneak these looks.. starin at her as* and.. she caught me lookin once, she tried to make it so dramatic Baby, you a dime.. tryna find the way AT IT.. put you in my wallet, ya you can live lavish, If I-ever-sign (*Iverson). they might think it was the PRACTICE.. but baby its you.. its true.. how low that *ss gets. you liein with a bull (*Liabilities).. who be likin all your assets.. Equity to get with me. Aint even seen the half yet. And I aint even done.. I aint even at the half yet.. I'm just here to merc.errrr. bustin up your bracket I'm in outer space. ya my mind reach the vastest.. choppin up your crew.. mutinies up at Krastor's! I'm freeing all your chains so that you can **** the masters! don't let them seize your fate.. you just gotta be faster! Don't let them bring you down, ya they nothing but some bastar*s tryna hold you back.. while you tryna move past them.. Dont let it bust your head.. life is what you can imagine, Don't need a fking genie, to be the next Aladdin! No need to show your pain.. don't just sit in bed saddened.. Find what you love.. WORK! then laugh at them...
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Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 1:17 PM UTC
Unapologetic
Yo, you fu*kin with the baddest, no i ain't the other kid claimin hype, im gettin right and Ni*gas hate the status. I think its cause, they just dont know, how long i've been at this i've never ever heard a beat I can't Randy Savage. the way you lookin at me, lookin like I'm just average, baby im just tryna make you see through..: Glasses I hate when you're passive, the tension gets so massive started from the basement... So why we in the attic? maybe we some addicts, your love's asthmatic.. I love it when you in the bed, working that maGIC! I know we got problems, so lets move past it.. no turn around.. back it up.. like that *ss did! You know I'm just playin, you already know these actions.. type of moves, keeps the mood.. total satisfaction Baby aint no laxin.. specially when I'm rappin Sh*t, I spit real, so much, they need Captions Ain't nothing in this world, through the sadness.. the ashes so baby can we live it up, until we in our caskets? Don't go and be phony, like the ones who be actin.. look in each other's eyes... tell me, can you feel the passion?? I used to try to sneak these looks.. starin at her as* and.. she caught me lookin once, she tried to make it so dramatic Baby, you a dime.. tryna find the way AT IT.. put you in my wallet, ya you can live lavish, If I-ever-sign (*Iverson). they might think it was the PRACTICE.. but baby its you.. its true.. how low that *ss gets. you liein with a bull (*Liabilities).. who be likin all your assets.. Equity to get with me. Aint even seen the half yet. And I aint even done.. I aint even at the half yet.. I'm just here to merc.errrr. bustin up your bracket I'm in outer space. ya my mind reach the vastest.. choppin up your crew.. mutinies up at Krastor's! I'm freeing all your chains so that you can **** the masters! don't let them seize your fate.. you just gotta be faster! Don't let them bring you down, ya they nothing but some bastar*s tryna hold you back.. while you tryna move past them.. Dont let it bust your head.. life is what you can imagine, Don't need a fking genie, to be the next Aladdin! No need to show your pain.. don't just sit in bed saddened.. Find what you love.. WORK! then laugh at them...
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