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"volatility" poems
I gaze into my crystal ball, discern amidst the haze A world so far removed from that of now, it would amaze, Where catapulting incidents collide like billiard ***** And sense defies belief as renaissance makes the calls. Blueprints fresh from Internet supply the suitcase blast Where the terrorist’s, simultaneously, ignite in cities cast From Moscow to New York, Beijing to Berlin Gay Paree to London town then way out east again, Budapest, Jerusalem Calcutta burning all And Tokyo is levelled in a ghastly nuclear pall. Kneejerk reaction triggers contrails in the blue Crisscrossing all the continents obliterating through An overkill so vicious that in seconds it is past And the living cling in horror, bearing witness… aghast. Restraints are erased as the opportunists dash Flotillas from the Spratleys sprint to occupy and cash In on the minerals, oil and potential food supplies Of uncontaminated nations found beneath Pacific skies. Hindi, Jew and Muslim settle scores bereft with years Of resentment accrued in a flood of blood and tears. A sudden realisation of immensity of loss Curtails the destruction in retrenchment across The habitable outposts, the dearth of supply And the daunting prospects of a nuclear winter sky. Global collapse of all electronic gear No power, no phones, and no cars now…for years. Electromagnetic impulse put paid to all that And the day is as dark as the cold night is black. And here all we sit, in the here and the now On the verge of catastrophes’ teetering tower, With a fools pudgy finger just inches above The nuclear button…and all that we love. ……You fear the insanity, sense the insane Knowing that people like this are holding the reign? Knowing that volatility strikes Like the shot of a gun and the ****** of a knife. I don’t have the answers to hand But someone out there, knows how…and can. The sands of time are running thin URGENTLY needed a LEADER...to WIN! M. Planet Earth 6 March 2019
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Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 12:46 AM UTC
The Tomorrow that Must Not Happen!
I gaze into my crystal ball, discern amidst the haze A world so far removed from that of now, it would amaze, Where catapulting incidents collide like billiard ***** And sense defies belief as renaissance makes the calls. Blueprints fresh from Internet supply the suitcase blast Where the terrorist’s, simultaneously, ignite in cities cast From Moscow to New York, Beijing to Berlin Gay Paree to London town then way out east again, Budapest, Jerusalem Calcutta burning all And Tokyo is levelled in a ghastly nuclear pall. Kneejerk reaction triggers contrails in the blue Crisscrossing all the continents obliterating through An overkill so vicious that in seconds it is past And the living cling in horror, bearing witness… aghast. Restraints are erased as the opportunists dash Flotillas from the Spratleys sprint to occupy and cash In on the minerals, oil and potential food supplies Of uncontaminated nations found beneath Pacific skies. Hindi, Jew and Muslim settle scores bereft with years Of resentment accrued in a flood of blood and tears. A sudden realisation of immensity of loss Curtails the destruction in retrenchment across The habitable outposts, the dearth of supply And the daunting prospects of a nuclear winter sky. Global collapse of all electronic gear No power, no phones, and no cars now…for years. Electromagnetic impulse put paid to all that And the day is as dark as the cold night is black. And here all we sit, in the here and the now On the verge of catastrophes’ teetering tower, With a fools pudgy finger just inches above The nuclear button…and all that we love. ……You fear the insanity, sense the insane Knowing that people like this are holding the reign? Knowing that volatility strikes Like the shot of a gun and the ****** of a knife. I don’t have the answers to hand But someone out there, knows how…and can. The sands of time are running thin URGENTLY needed a LEADER...to WIN! M. Planet Earth 6 March 2019
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‘…. and now, here’s Rick with the latest Market news…’ ‘Val, trading was very brisk today, with a number of influences that set the market off to some defined trends and statements. Of course, the Human Virtue Exchange always seems to rely on the volatility that resides ‘between the ears’ as noted by the veteran brokers on the floor, but the sharp ranges of prices offered versus profit taking has set the bar very high in the relative value of Basic Human Virtue. Now to the numbers: Courage [WHOME], Patience [PP], and former market darling Perseverance [GULP], all varied widely today on news from Washington that their value was doomed to fall in the light of the expected growth of Persistence [IAM] which history has shown to be a marked drag on just about everything. Outside of the self –efficacy bazaar, old standbys Ambition [HVY], Curiosity [WDF], Industry [HAHA] and Temperance [BFD], continued their free fall into uncharted areas of cost and return. Some analysts feel these virtues could be a real bargain in the future despite their history of poor performance. Could a comeback not seen since collapse of the Protestant Hypocrisy Era be in the works? We’ll see as the lack of movement in the Kindness-Generosity-Forgiveness-Compassion Index [FARAWAY] leads many to believe that the end of Politeness [UPYRS], Un-pretentiousness [ME-ME], Self Control [NWAY] and Sportsmanship [LONGONE], may lead to a complete miss-understanding between casual market players and devotees to the cause. The ratios cannot lie. But without a doubt, today’s big winner was Self Respect [YUP] which jumped and amazing 40 points before active trading ceased at the bell. So people feel real good about themselves for reasons that cannot be explained by the Ego File Indicator alone; this causes this reporter to predict that Naval Gazing [MOM] remains a ‘Hot to Trot’ stock fund and the Vanity market is always a good bet. Now, here’s Carl with today’s Human Emotion Exchange report……’
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Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 12:19 PM UTC
Two Forms of Nonsense
‘…. and now, here’s Rick with the latest Market news…’ ‘Val, trading was very brisk today, with a number of influences that set the market off to some defined trends and statements. Of course, the Human Virtue Exchange always seems to rely on the volatility that resides ‘between the ears’ as noted by the veteran brokers on the floor, but the sharp ranges of prices offered versus profit taking has set the bar very high in the relative value of Basic Human Virtue. Now to the numbers: Courage [WHOME], Patience [PP], and former market darling Perseverance [GULP], all varied widely today on news from Washington that their value was doomed to fall in the light of the expected growth of Persistence [IAM] which history has shown to be a marked drag on just about everything. Outside of the self –efficacy bazaar, old standbys Ambition [HVY], Curiosity [WDF], Industry [HAHA] and Temperance [BFD], continued their free fall into uncharted areas of cost and return. Some analysts feel these virtues could be a real bargain in the future despite their history of poor performance. Could a comeback not seen since collapse of the Protestant Hypocrisy Era be in the works? We’ll see as the lack of movement in the Kindness-Generosity-Forgiveness-Compassion Index [FARAWAY] leads many to believe that the end of Politeness [UPYRS], Un-pretentiousness [ME-ME], Self Control [NWAY] and Sportsmanship [LONGONE], may lead to a complete miss-understanding between casual market players and devotees to the cause. The ratios cannot lie. But without a doubt, today’s big winner was Self Respect [YUP] which jumped and amazing 40 points before active trading ceased at the bell. So people feel real good about themselves for reasons that cannot be explained by the Ego File Indicator alone; this causes this reporter to predict that Naval Gazing [MOM] remains a ‘Hot to Trot’ stock fund and the Vanity market is always a good bet. Now, here’s Carl with today’s Human Emotion Exchange report……’
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an incredible incite (the ruthless volatility of words) ~for L.B.~ the only place of solitaire solitude in the city accompanies me like a faithful country dog that doesn’t know better to be afraid, of moving cars, sleepless night terrors and unscripted “dreams” where image and words say come “follow me” with ruthlessness and no cloying come hither looks and see and take and recall with perfect midnight blue sky clarity for the incredible incite of credible insight surfacing unexpectedly in a intemperate pool of slushy snow, that will be an ice storm of painful confrontations with naked inner truths standing outside in sunny sub zero playground there is great risk.  volatility gone wild. when the speed governor is removed and you live at 100 mph on local streets, when the merest slight of an accidental incidental touch transforms into an incite incident and hell is the threat that you will not die today and your own words will ruthless pull from the nerve places where sensible and sensual cannot coexist and this write this script is a poetical insight inside, an incredible incite and what your spilling is spaghetti sauce blood when you left your brain on broil, instead of the faking daily of slow simmering ineffectual intellectual words that just don’t cut the crap. your addiction complete, you cannot live without the incredible incite, the ruthless volatility of words, otherwise why rough write what you see in the blind beyond the blind 1/6/18 5:03am
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Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 5:17 AM UTC
an incredible incite, the ruthless volatility of words
an incredible incite (the ruthless volatility of words) ~for L.B.~ the only place of solitaire solitude in the city accompanies me like a faithful country dog that doesn’t know better to be afraid, of moving cars, sleepless night terrors and unscripted “dreams” where image and words say come “follow me” with ruthlessness and no cloying come hither looks and see and take and recall with perfect midnight blue sky clarity for the incredible incite of credible insight surfacing unexpectedly in a intemperate pool of slushy snow, that will be an ice storm of painful confrontations with naked inner truths standing outside in sunny sub zero playground there is great risk.  volatility gone wild. when the speed governor is removed and you live at 100 mph on local streets, when the merest slight of an accidental incidental touch transforms into an incite incident and hell is the threat that you will not die today and your own words will ruthless pull from the nerve places where sensible and sensual cannot coexist and this write this script is a poetical insight inside, an incredible incite and what your spilling is spaghetti sauce blood when you left your brain on broil, instead of the faking daily of slow simmering ineffectual intellectual words that just don’t cut the crap. your addiction complete, you cannot live without the incredible incite, the ruthless volatility of words, otherwise why rough write what you see in the blind beyond the blind 1/6/18 5:03am
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How? If even there were A force in this universe Sustaining life beyond just breath Beyond this web of neurons Firing in predictable patterns Prescribing every inclination and desire A flame in which is fully forged The consciousness that Dreams and dares all things Beyond our mere survival If even there were such a force How would it be made known? How does a foundation work When the fundamental building blocks Are massless, pointlike? As much wave as particle Basking in the sunlight of uncertainty Existing in duality How, when everything else is Nothingness A void a million billion times more extensive Than anything substantial That surrounds it A vacuum that renders The remaining matter pointless How could force be hollow Yet encompass all What does it all mean When all of matter falls in between This unseen field Rippling, wriggling, rigging Everything it fills with the seedlings of decay Each day Moving along the breakdown towards Entropy Splendid chaos, Almost too perfect to be called such How could we not see The force Still elusive, but unchanged Striking a balance Between fate and volatility The neverending battle That morphs each how into a why The demon and the butterfly
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Nov 11, 2021
Nov 11, 2021 at 5:34 PM UTC
The demon and the butterfly
So many are filled with hostility hostile world, we're living in in a place of constant volatility volatile minds, never giving in this world needs new possibilities possibly, we can fix this place place me in a world of viability viable living for the human race will we ever sow the seeds of fertility? fertile growth for all of mankind mankind needs a brand new civility civil ways should be re-defined
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May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 2:55 PM UTC
viable possibilities - quantum loop poem
Love is a roller-coaster with volatile emotions emerging from within. To deny its existence will inevitably cause irrefutable sorrow guiltier than a sin. Tis’ is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. Oh, the wise words of Alfred Lord Tennyson, how you enlighten us from afar. An unfathomable angst intertwined with a euphoric state of passion. Caged with inaction yet stupefied by its glorious reaction. This volatility is not confusion, you see. I am witnessing myriad waves of emotions emerging from the abyss within me! Is it true? Could it be? Has my unconscious decided to compose a poetic tragedy out of me? Triggering aloofness and indifference to the goodness it perceives? Have I become too jaded to feel real love literally? This tender feeling deriving from my soul, Yearns to journey beyond the engrained barb-wired pine road. However, the universe continues to reverse the roles. Now it's apathy that causes the heartache of this man’s soul. By: Michael M. De La Fuente
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Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
Tragedy
those who observed me while i was dormant marveled at my majesty unaware of the volatility that i barely kept contained i was roped off, labeled with a tidy wooden sign that told me and others what i was a stoic monument and stable mountain while at my core i seethed, i did my best to be what i needed to be in order to be witnessed inevitably i erupted, frightening the gathered onlookers with a blazing rain of lava and a suffocating cloud of ash the sky grew dark and it felt like the end of the world but i needed to scream and i didn't mean to hurt anyone i've had far fewer visitors since that day i was fenced off, labeled with a rusting metal sign that told me and others what i was a volcanic monster and volatile menace i wonder as i quietly crumble into the sea if i will be remembered by humanity and if so will it be as the mountain or the monster? in the end i think i would prefer to be forgotten
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Dec 4, 2023
Dec 4, 2023 at 2:28 PM UTC
yosemite
And then there's the blood But I can't feel my own skin A knife in the hands of volatility The sight of my own, estranged Losing a handle on reality Although it was never all that firm I’ve lost the meaning in morality As well as the meaning in this mortal boundary Was the knife in my hands cause I'm shaking In the mirror I stare, my vision is fading Is it the end again? The tiles are stained so deep in my masochism A fitting match to this porcelain heart The broken lines that I've utter may reflect the lines that I have etched on myself Cutting away the innocence or whatever was left The damage is forever unending Slipping in the broken pieces and bleeding In the hours I’ve screamed through the pain awakened Through the red, white, and black I’m escaping In remembrance of what I’ve forgotten Regrets that have could never be amended Is it the end again?
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Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC
Damage (Relapse)
When brand becomes bland and routine and rituals move in rigid homogeneity. When monocultures spread like healthy cancer and our volatility meter sits still at fever. When popular financial service say, that "the center can't hold anymore." When sleeping frogs never wake even though the enthalpic belly satiates fully and any tiny misanthropic speck will spark nucleation around a waking me.we When these blocks fire in the deep, then our dog clan stirs, a smiling hive feasting on dead amphibians left motherly as sustenance to begin a Trickster's journey.
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
the Future lyed hear
# *--never goes away when forgiveness is forever an option. Intensity, passion, and conviction.. each have a volatility all their own. In other words.. **** happens  sometimes when two Heavy hitters become close. If there is heartfelt value, and enough honesty.. nothing close and good   within the Realms of Love is ever truly over. You make a wonderful conduit* #
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Dec 8, 2021
Dec 8, 2021 at 1:57 PM UTC
Love..
I won’t forget the way you shared your bed with her while I carried your child in my womb I won’t forget the way you bulldozed my grace and love just because I would rebloom I won’t forget the way you left me standing in the streets of Montreal—the reckless, frigid free-for-all I won’t forget our heart-to-hearts, fall-aparts, fresh-starts I won’t forget our once shared-dreams, fire-water color schemes; tip-toeing, balance-beams I won’t forget your lack of self-acceptance; your fear, resistance, dependence I won’t forget the way you disguise your loneliness; insecurity, disappointment— your selfishness; inconsistency, vacant empathy I won’t forget your impatience; porcelain ego, complacence I won’t forget the way you’d kiss my feet; plead for forgiveness; make promises, repeat I won’t forget an honest memory of you—instability, volatility But I will only ever wish you depth, perspective, and humility
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May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 5:40 PM UTC
An Honest Memory of You
.oh look, i can take a screen-shot... so i don't appear as some rambling internet lunatic... sorry about the outcome of what my original ought to have looked like... out of my Pontius' hands... just like a retired person doesn't understand mobile phones... me and a.i.? can we go back to when i could have understood Dunkirk?! ever notice this? the NPC meme... see the transformation when you insert... eyebrows?     \      /     .       .        /_         _ oh look, a rabbit?! volatile buggers... listen...            what?! i didn't say anything! i couldn't get the angle right... does vvvv or wwwww represent a grrr: of frustration of clenched teeth? let's see...          \      /     .       .        /_         _ satan! oh, hey bro, thanks for coming...     \      /     .       .        /_             vvvv **** that's not going to work... you can't craft memes using letters, letters are too complicated for a meme... you need the reserve bank of punctuation and "punctuation" markers... ****               my bad... you know... the nights that i spend listening to music, and not listening to alt. media commentators?     SLOUGH, S'LOW,    SL'OH....      the hours pass, slow... if they ever translate... oh look... 'ere one... 'ere one for the memes...                                        __ ΙΧΘΥΣ   ιχθυς          / __ /|                                    |__ |/ kevin & perry go large... what?   *big fish, little fish, cardboard box*?       don't know the dance routine? it's a ******* classic... a bit like the Sheryl Crow debut album.
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Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 10:23 PM UTC
the volatility of memes / ichthys: whatever this is... i'm not responsible, i know a |_|_/_//|_ when i see one
.oh look, i can take a screen-shot... so i don't appear as some rambling internet lunatic... sorry about the outcome of what my original ought to have looked like... out of my Pontius' hands... just like a retired person doesn't understand mobile phones... me and a.i.? can we go back to when i could have understood Dunkirk?! ever notice this? the NPC meme... see the transformation when you insert... eyebrows?     \      /     .       .        /_         _ oh look, a rabbit?! volatile buggers... listen...            what?! i didn't say anything! i couldn't get the angle right... does vvvv or wwwww represent a grrr: of frustration of clenched teeth? let's see...          \      /     .       .        /_         _ satan! oh, hey bro, thanks for coming...     \      /     .       .        /_             vvvv **** that's not going to work... you can't craft memes using letters, letters are too complicated for a meme... you need the reserve bank of punctuation and "punctuation" markers... ****               my bad... you know... the nights that i spend listening to music, and not listening to alt. media commentators?     SLOUGH, S'LOW,    SL'OH....      the hours pass, slow... if they ever translate... oh look... 'ere one... 'ere one for the memes...                                        __ ΙΧΘΥΣ   ιχθυς          / __ /|                                    |__ |/ kevin & perry go large... what?   *big fish, little fish, cardboard box*?       don't know the dance routine? it's a ******* classic... a bit like the Sheryl Crow debut album.
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Spring has sprung Weeping cherry blossoms Waiting to scatter Like memory fragments Upon the ground Sad wistful blooms bleeding life Beautiful mortality Accepting of its volatility Bursting into being Destined to scatter Blooming en masse like clouds Accepting of karma Accepting of blooming Blooming as flowers of death Exultant in scattering a beautiful death.
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Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 3:01 PM UTC
Mono no aware
So many are filled with hostility hostile world, we're living in in a place of constant volatility volatile minds, never giving in this world needs a new possibility possibly, we can fix this place place me in a world of viability viable living for the human race will we sew the seeds of fertility fertile growth for all of mankind mankind needs a brand new civility civil ways need to be re-defined (wrote this under my new loop rules)
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Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 9:33 AM UTC
Viable Possibility
Questions are often asked about my optimistic smile, the happy-go-lucky personality and unwavering confidence. The most common question: *How do you know these things?* I don't ******* know. I know nothing. I have no ******* idea where 73% of my thoughts, words and ideas come from. I don't even feel like it's "me" speaking/typing most of the time. Sometimes I have no idea that i'm telling you It's going to be alright because the words just charge out of my mouth. But I'm saying what is inside my brain. I don't think about it. That's my reaction. Confused yet? In the end it's all going to be alright cause we'll be dead. Either our conscious ceases or we are reconnected to all things-- that complete warm one-with-all feeling some call god or heaven or nirvana but we're going to forget all this stupid **** anyway. I have no clue what I do or don't know, between your volatility of perception and society trying to hypnotize me into complacency while it slowly burns away, I'm lucky to know my own ******* name. If you want answers to life's questions, stay away from me. Ask someone shrewd enough who pretends to know. Personally, I don't think there are any answers because they are whatever each person wishes them to be. I can only tell you what I feel and see in each moment as it's happening. Ask allah, preachers, Zen, astrophysicists, philosophers, Reikis, dictionary writers, lawyers, mathematicians, astrologists, Buddha, Industrial engineers, the ******* guy who delivers your food (or anyone really) for answers and more than likely you will have different kinds of **** answers. But if you ask yourself, you will find truth.
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Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 9:43 AM UTC
Being Honest
Questions are often asked about my optimistic smile, the happy-go-lucky personality and unwavering confidence. The most common question: *How do you know these things?* I don't ******* know. I know nothing. I have no ******* idea where 73% of my thoughts, words and ideas come from. I don't even feel like it's "me" speaking/typing most of the time. Sometimes I have no idea that i'm telling you It's going to be alright because the words just charge out of my mouth. But I'm saying what is inside my brain. I don't think about it. That's my reaction. Confused yet? In the end it's all going to be alright cause we'll be dead. Either our conscious ceases or we are reconnected to all things-- that complete warm one-with-all feeling some call god or heaven or nirvana but we're going to forget all this stupid **** anyway. I have no clue what I do or don't know, between your volatility of perception and society trying to hypnotize me into complacency while it slowly burns away, I'm lucky to know my own ******* name. If you want answers to life's questions, stay away from me. Ask someone shrewd enough who pretends to know. Personally, I don't think there are any answers because they are whatever each person wishes them to be. I can only tell you what I feel and see in each moment as it's happening. Ask allah, preachers, Zen, astrophysicists, philosophers, Reikis, dictionary writers, lawyers, mathematicians, astrologists, Buddha, Industrial engineers, the ******* guy who delivers your food (or anyone really) for answers and more than likely you will have different kinds of **** answers. But if you ask yourself, you will find truth.
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"Dear Diary" I wrote at the top of the page. I've turned to these wretched pages because I have no one else to turn to. I have been wanting to runaway for sometime now. I have an estranged sense of nostalgia towards places I haven't even been to.                 Did you know that you shattered my heart? That a shard of ***** lacerated my ribcage? & so I've concluded... That perhaps one day, when I'm 22, I will cut my hair short and runaway to new york and try to find a big sweet apple they've always talked about.                  I will disregard my birth name and I will end up telling everyone I meet that my name is Aphrodite, but I am not greek nor am I a lover. I'll write poetry. The good poetry and the bad poetry. I'll write poetry the way you called your quits, blank eyed and confusing. And may the next person to make my heart glow, be just as kind as you, minus the volatility, equivalent charms. Laugh as sentimental as 100yr old harpist. Smile as transfixing as a dim star, on a moonless night Eye's as beautiful as the sun.. But just as the sun, I never could stare to long.
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Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
Dear Diary
please know that I love you more than the stars, the sun, and the skies could hold. but I don't know how to fix something without damaging it the process. you are fragile, and my hands have unintentionally fractured you countless times. I know this, even though you've never explicitly told me. I dance on eggshells around you: I am atlas, pirouetting across an empire of thin ice, just so I don't mar you with my words. swallowing conversations and feelings is a talent we both possess. to spare the pain of the other, we dampen the truth. we drink the fires of resentment and leave them to ferment. I cannot fix this without potentially damaging it further. I'm a storm with skin. my collateral damage knows no bounds, spares no mercy. you know this. but hear me, and heed me closely. I don't paint you as the villain. you aren't the martyr. we are equally responsible for this damage and decay. the rot of something once beautiful. yet I cannot fix something without causing further damage. we are a two way street. growth of beauty cannot flourish in stagnation. please, do not test the limits of my volatility. I cannot mend the tatters of thirteen years with a single spool of thread. I refuse to swallow fermented resentment. I walk on eggshells carrying mountains for you no more. this tapestry will end in one of two ways: opulent splendor, or devoured by living flames. I cannot fix something without destroying it in the process.
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 6:29 PM UTC
drinking the fires of resentment
The birds speak of a kindred soul One that basks in the afterglow of a solemn moon lingering in the daylight and you watch as nights go on the way it changes phases falling in love with the idea of embracing the volatility of life
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Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 1:30 PM UTC
Moon Phases
1) ***** the black shards perched inside your chest and spill the volatility arrows charring your lungs. 2) Let a garden of tulip vocabulary grow where it’s slain and water it with the residue of your wasted tears. 4) Gift a bouquet of poetry from your garden to your lover.
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Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 3:01 AM UTC
A Healing Heart - II
Error 404: Higher brain function not found We are sorry to inform you, But the thought machine is out of order Please, step back and remove your quarter. We are taking your thoughts Tough Mudding They must now swim through wet cement to reach your consciousness, But fear not There are legions of them 'Worming their way through your soft tissues In between apathy and emotional volatility. What's that? You say you're going crazy? Oh, my darling, Nothing but a case of spontaneous dyslexia Words and numbers were made to be in motion, Slipping through your grasp and changing location Just a spot of fun It hurts to think To exist is to be locked in a dance of exhaustive hyperactive misery There is something wrong with my thoughts Please, I do not want to listen to myself think
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May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 8:30 PM UTC
Error 404: Brain Not Found
I escaped from the Cognitive Radiance Suppression Clinic two nights ago Slipped through the pressure cracks unnoticed No precautionary measures Just focus On the outside I sung Swept into a tornado of metaphysical ****** into a whirlpool of the spiritual I was connected to the universe Amplified by my well versed tongue However, the reverie didn’t last long My mind was confiscated I was told its volatility needed to be monitored for safe measures Now it’s attached to suppression plates In that asylum I lay dormant Patiently waiting for my next outbreak
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Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 9:00 AM UTC
Writer's Block
Hoping she’s sleeping Not creeping about   And in silence I’m keeping with Demons of doubt They keep nagging And bragging I told you so Knowing Before she invaded my heart Overflowing In storms of her turbulent Surge volatility Scourge of the underworld Urging virility Silly me thinking She loses control Just misplaces her mind And embraces the cold
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Jan 13, 2022
Jan 13, 2022 at 3:35 PM UTC
The Temptress
Even if from a distance confined Realisation of the greatest respect By life’s volatility remaining aside Still craving to protect Understand for a fact That even if a worst fortune Prevented me to act And accede to no more importune Despite lying on the ground No longer dwelling in the trails Words unable be found Prevented to share tales  Veiled in the dark of night My gaze no longer hunts yours Eyes not reacting to light My affection still endures Wind forever forsaking my lungs Heart that have no more hours The words shorten in our tongues  When I alone await in the tomb For the cycle to be complete  Returning to the womb Making this life obsolete    Still aspiring to be your knight  When life no longer allow Quiet and resolute I will fight   To fulfil my silent vow Hear my lonely plight Angel in all your shine Help me with my regard Complete my vision Always in her guard Replace me in my mission
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Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 7:26 AM UTC
Silent Pledge