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"wer" poems

No; Adverb \ˈnō\- Used to convey the opposite of a following statement. Where; Adverb \ˈhwer, ˈwer, (ˌ)(h)wər\- At or in what place. Nowhere; Adverb \ˈnō-ˌ(h)wer, -(h)wər\- Not in or at any place. Spaceless, timeless, empty. Lost. Taken away from all things familiar. Nowhere: A compound word derived from the words No and Where. When placed together these words contradict. Is Nowhere a place in itself? Is it a place absent of stars and atoms in which no location can be found? Is it a place absent of time? Or over the years have the building blocks of this word been altered. Is this place here? Are we No Where? Or are we Now Here. It does not matter the place. It does not matter the time. For whether these exist or not. We are Now Here. Now; Adverb\ˈnau̇\- At present time. Here; Adverb \ˈhir\- In or at this location. Now Here; Adverbs \ˈnau̇\\ˈhir\- Presently at this location.

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Apr 4, 2014

Apr 4, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC

No; Adverb \ˈnō\- Used to convey the opposite of a following statement. Where; Adverb \ˈhwer, ˈwer, (ˌ)(h)wər\- At or in what place. Nowhere; Adverb \ˈnō-ˌ(h)wer, -(h)wər\- Not in or at any place. Spaceless, timeless, empty. Lost. Taken away from all things familiar. Nowhere: A compound word derived from the words No and Where. When placed together these words contradict. Is Nowhere a place in itself? Is it a place absent of stars and atoms in which no location can be found? Is it a place absent of time? Or over the years have the building blocks of this word been altered. Is this place here? Are we No Where? Or are we Now Here. It does not matter the place. It does not matter the time. For whether these exist or not. We are Now Here. Now; Adverb\ˈnau̇\- At present time. Here; Adverb \ˈhir\- In or at this location. Now Here; Adverbs \ˈnau̇\\ˈhir\- Presently at this location.

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Sticky Sticky, So **** Sticky, Us Brits and our Weather are so **** Picky Sun Beats Down, Evaporates the Frowns Then there's the complaints for which wer are so renowned Too Cold, Too Hot, Please Just Stop... I was waiting all winter long and now you strop I much prefer shades to a winters coat Up round my **** not up round my throat Own far more Mini's than I do Scarfs and it was the Summer Holiday's I had most Laughs So you can keep your dreams of cosy nights in As I excite the 'Vit D' and Tan my Skin All trhose extra layers keeping you wrapped I prefer the White lines where my Crop-Top Strapped "I can't Move, Think I'm Melting", I quickly choose 'Rays' over 'Downpours' or 'Peltings' Sitting at this screen writing is now getting Tricky It's Sticky Sticky....Too ****** Sticky... Yeergh!

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Jul 24, 2018

Jul 24, 2018 at 7:07 PM UTC

Sticky Sticky, So **** Sticky, Us Brits and our Weather are so **** Picky Sun Beats Down, Evaporates the Frowns Then there's the complaints for which wer are so renowned Too Cold, Too Hot, Please Just Stop... I was waiting all winter long and now you strop I much prefer shades to a winters coat Up round my **** not up round my throat Own far more Mini's than I do Scarfs and it was the Summer Holiday's I had most Laughs So you can keep your dreams of cosy nights in As I excite the 'Vit D' and Tan my Skin All trhose extra layers keeping you wrapped I prefer the White lines where my Crop-Top Strapped "I can't Move, Think I'm Melting", I quickly choose 'Rays' over 'Downpours' or 'Peltings' Sitting at this screen writing is now getting Tricky It's Sticky Sticky....Too ****** Sticky... Yeergh!

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wieso es nicht gelang wieso es gelang als sie mich suchten zum liebemachen als sie mich fanden zum liebemachen wer von ihnen sang wer von ihnen sang sie kamen in scharen mit freunden verwandten all jene damen all jene herren ich weiß nicht wann ich weiß nicht wo doch ich weiß wie ich weiß es wie mir ist bewusst: dichter und autoren werden keine liebe füreinander hegen (poet's note: my opinion on the last three verses above has fundamentally changed since i been publishing here.) liebe mich freund liebe mich freundin gib mir schenk mir suche mich finde mich ich habe mich auf der suche nämlich versucht kennst du, bruder, den weg? den zugfahrplan? die bedeutung der stahlstreben? ich brauche eine antwort von den damen den herren finde mich suche mich verschenke mich vergib mir denn ich schrieb über zivilisationen von witterung und gier witterung und gier freunde sind zwischen dem glitzern auf dem fluss versteckt wie perlen sie aufzuspüren zwischen dem wittern zwischen dem wittern während des witterns ich weiß nicht ob du weißt wovon ich rede ich rede aber das ist in ordnung freund aber das ist ok freundin wir müssen bloß bruder wir müssen bloß schwester fragen sie sitzen am gleis bei den zügen sie sind immer da wie der “ICH-BIN-DA” aus der kinderbibel meines sohnes verstehst du das? begreifst du das? fühlst du mich? viele afro-amerikaner fragen “you feel me?” wenn sie etwas ausdrücken und teilen wollen ich liebe diesen ausdruck er zeugt von etwas gutem, das manchen menschen fehlt auf der brust trage ich das tattoo welches du abschriebst in einer stunde aus schatten witterung gier ich wollte das ich wollte dass du zu mir kamst zwischen den schatten unter der gier über der witterung in einem augenblick des “you feel me” wie unsere häute glänzten wie unsere augen glitzerten wie unsere hände zitterten wie wir… ach komm! was sage ich dir, freund was sage ich dir, freundin du weißt es doch dir ist es bewusst denn du schriebst mein tattoo ab in ein buch mit perlweißen seiten ein buch mit onyxschwarzen seiten du bist perlweiß freund du bist onyxschwarz freundin du bist perlweiß freundin du bist onyxschwarz freund ich liebe habeshas ich liebe äthiopien ich liebe meine frau ich liebe meinen sohn ich liebe meine tochter you feel me?

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Dec 28, 2019

Dec 28, 2019 at 5:27 PM UTC

Lied Von der Langen Ankunft (An Arrival Song)

wieso es nicht gelang wieso es gelang als sie mich suchten zum liebemachen als sie mich fanden zum liebemachen wer von ihnen sang wer von ihnen sang sie kamen in scharen mit freunden verwandten all jene damen all jene herren ich weiß nicht wann ich weiß nicht wo doch ich weiß wie ich weiß es wie mir ist bewusst: dichter und autoren werden keine liebe füreinander hegen (poet's note: my opinion on the last three verses above has fundamentally changed since i been publishing here.) liebe mich freund liebe mich freundin gib mir schenk mir suche mich finde mich ich habe mich auf der suche nämlich versucht kennst du, bruder, den weg? den zugfahrplan? die bedeutung der stahlstreben? ich brauche eine antwort von den damen den herren finde mich suche mich verschenke mich vergib mir denn ich schrieb über zivilisationen von witterung und gier witterung und gier freunde sind zwischen dem glitzern auf dem fluss versteckt wie perlen sie aufzuspüren zwischen dem wittern zwischen dem wittern während des witterns ich weiß nicht ob du weißt wovon ich rede ich rede aber das ist in ordnung freund aber das ist ok freundin wir müssen bloß bruder wir müssen bloß schwester fragen sie sitzen am gleis bei den zügen sie sind immer da wie der “ICH-BIN-DA” aus der kinderbibel meines sohnes verstehst du das? begreifst du das? fühlst du mich? viele afro-amerikaner fragen “you feel me?” wenn sie etwas ausdrücken und teilen wollen ich liebe diesen ausdruck er zeugt von etwas gutem, das manchen menschen fehlt auf der brust trage ich das tattoo welches du abschriebst in einer stunde aus schatten witterung gier ich wollte das ich wollte dass du zu mir kamst zwischen den schatten unter der gier über der witterung in einem augenblick des “you feel me” wie unsere häute glänzten wie unsere augen glitzerten wie unsere hände zitterten wie wir… ach komm! was sage ich dir, freund was sage ich dir, freundin du weißt es doch dir ist es bewusst denn du schriebst mein tattoo ab in ein buch mit perlweißen seiten ein buch mit onyxschwarzen seiten du bist perlweiß freund du bist onyxschwarz freundin du bist perlweiß freundin du bist onyxschwarz freund ich liebe habeshas ich liebe äthiopien ich liebe meine frau ich liebe meinen sohn ich liebe meine tochter you feel me?

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The mirror is a farce, a myth, a crook Look. Really! Our reflection is always exposed to our imaginative creations, concoctions, and corrosions. There is power in a refraction. See whatever you want coz wer all blind anyway.

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Feb 11, 2019

Feb 11, 2019 at 7:27 PM UTC

The Mirror is a Crook.

The mirror is a farce, a myth, a crook Look. Really! Our reflection is always exposed to our imaginative creations, concoctions, and corrosions. There is power in a refraction. See whatever you want coz wer all blind anyway.

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Fair lovely Maid, or if that Title be Too weak, too Feminine for Nobler thee, Permit a Name that more Approaches Truth: And let me call thee, Lovely Charming Youth. This last will justifie my soft complaint, While that may serve to lessen my constraint; And without Blushes I the Youth persue, When so much beauteous Woman is in view. Against thy Charms we struggle but in vain With thy deluding Form thou giv'st us pain, While the bright Nymph betrays us to the Swain. In pity to our *** sure thou wer't sent, That we might Love, and yet be Innocent: For sure no Crime with thee we can commit; Or if we shou'd - thy Form excuses it. For who, that gathers fairest Flowers believes A Snake lies hid beneath the Fragrant Leaves. Though beauteous Wonder of a different kind, Soft Cloris with the dear Alexis join'd; When e'er the Manly part of thee, wou'd plead Though tempts us with the Image of the Maid, While we the noblest Passions do extend The Love to Hermes, Aphrodite the Friend.v

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Fair lovely Maid, or if that Title be Too weak, too Feminine for Nobler thee, Permit a Name that more Approaches Truth: And let me call thee, Lovely Charming Youth. This last will justifie my soft complaint, While that may serve to lessen my constraint; And without Blushes I the Youth persue, When so much beauteous Woman is in view. Against thy Charms we struggle but in vain With thy deluding Form thou giv'st us pain, While the bright Nymph betrays us to the Swain. In pity to our *** sure thou wer't sent, That we might Love, and yet be Innocent: For sure no Crime with thee we can commit; Or if we shou'd - thy Form excuses it. For who, that gathers fairest Flowers believes A Snake lies hid beneath the Fragrant Leaves. Though beauteous Wonder of a different kind, Soft Cloris with the dear Alexis join'd; When e'er the Manly part of thee, wou'd plead Though tempts us with the Image of the Maid, While we the noblest Passions do extend The Love to Hermes, Aphrodite the Friend.v

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Diwali is here Lights and colour everywhere A boom and a bang gifts and joys to share Little girls and little boys Dancing around with joy Watching them from a distance Was the little shoe shine boy With his grubby hands and tattered wear Black lined face and ***** hair All he wanted was a little toy But who would share with a poor shoe shine boy His mother sewed clothes Father, he had none His house was a hovel Clothes he had but one His stomach growled Hunger gnawing at the pit looked at the rich people eating And Shuffled his feet The car door opened He was called aloud His heart froze and trembled Wer they to shout? They gave a 20 rupee note smiled and said "No shoe to shine". The lil boy stared and thought "Is this a dream of mine?" So with his bag, brush and ***** rag Leapt the lil boy high in the air His happiness knew no bounds He had his joy to share Ran to his home, to the little tattered hut Forgetting about hunger and toy He walked in a rich man That happy little shoe shine boy!

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Oct 19, 2017

Oct 19, 2017 at 7:42 AM UTC

Diwali for All!

Diwali is here Lights and colour everywhere A boom and a bang gifts and joys to share Little girls and little boys Dancing around with joy Watching them from a distance Was the little shoe shine boy With his grubby hands and tattered wear Black lined face and ***** hair All he wanted was a little toy But who would share with a poor shoe shine boy His mother sewed clothes Father, he had none His house was a hovel Clothes he had but one His stomach growled Hunger gnawing at the pit looked at the rich people eating And Shuffled his feet The car door opened He was called aloud His heart froze and trembled Wer they to shout? They gave a 20 rupee note smiled and said "No shoe to shine". The lil boy stared and thought "Is this a dream of mine?" So with his bag, brush and ***** rag Leapt the lil boy high in the air His happiness knew no bounds He had his joy to share Ran to his home, to the little tattered hut Forgetting about hunger and toy He walked in a rich man That happy little shoe shine boy!

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Mi fatha Mi fatha wer a miner, a big owd man wer ee, wi an eart so bold it wer solid gold en that wer plain te see, al si thee yung un he wud sey as off te pit eed trot, mi mam ed never know if eed be cumin bak or not. **** denaby pit e wud gu a dank en dusky hole, twer not much gud fer a man like im ee wer’nt a ****** mole!, bak brekin werk wer hewin coyel en freekinin dark en all, en colliers werst neetmare wer wen th roof ed fall, trapt **** pits n’ha way tu dee en that ah’m tellin thee, tis gud advice tu stop up top ah’l tell thee that fer free, ah’l allus remember copper e cem a knocking mi mam she fear’d werst wen ah’la sudden a flooda tears did berst, n’ha th pit ed got mi fatha ee wer’nt cumin om at all twer th coliers werst neetmare th roof.. ed ad.. a fall. Alan nettleton. translation for non yorkie's My father was a miner a great big man was he, with a heart so bold it was solid gold and that was plain to see, I’ll see you young one he would say as off to the pit he’d trot, my mother never knew if he was coming back or not, down denaby pit he would go a dank and dusky hole, it wasn’t much good for a man like him he wasn’t a ****** mole, back breaking work was hewing coal and frightening dark and all, the colliers worst nightmare was when the roof would fall, trapped down the pit is no way to die and that I’m telling thee, it’s good advice to stop up top I’ll tell you that for free, I’ll always remember the policeman came a knocking, my mother she feared the worst , when all of a sudden a flood of tears did burst, now the pit had got my father he wasn’t coming home at all, it was the colliers worst nightmare the roof it had .....a fall. Alan nettleton

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Jun 12, 2010

Jun 12, 2010 at 9:44 PM UTC

Mi fatha Mi fatha wer a miner, a big owd man wer ee, wi an eart so bold it wer solid gold en that wer plain te see, al si thee yung un he wud sey as off te pit eed trot, mi mam ed never know if eed be cumin bak or not. **** denaby pit e wud gu a dank en dusky hole, twer not much gud fer a man like im ee wer’nt a ****** mole!, bak brekin werk wer hewin coyel en freekinin dark en all, en colliers werst neetmare wer wen th roof ed fall, trapt **** pits n’ha way tu dee en that ah’m tellin thee, tis gud advice tu stop up top ah’l tell thee that fer free, ah’l allus remember copper e cem a knocking mi mam she fear’d werst wen ah’la sudden a flooda tears did berst, n’ha th pit ed got mi fatha ee wer’nt cumin om at all twer th coliers werst neetmare th roof.. ed ad.. a fall. Alan nettleton. translation for non yorkie's My father was a miner a great big man was he, with a heart so bold it was solid gold and that was plain to see, I’ll see you young one he would say as off to the pit he’d trot, my mother never knew if he was coming back or not, down denaby pit he would go a dank and dusky hole, it wasn’t much good for a man like him he wasn’t a ****** mole, back breaking work was hewing coal and frightening dark and all, the colliers worst nightmare was when the roof would fall, trapped down the pit is no way to die and that I’m telling thee, it’s good advice to stop up top I’ll tell you that for free, I’ll always remember the policeman came a knocking, my mother she feared the worst , when all of a sudden a flood of tears did burst, now the pit had got my father he wasn’t coming home at all, it was the colliers worst nightmare the roof it had .....a fall. Alan nettleton

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lokt dikshuneri kipin eet, kees laustt diss iys hardd lokt mynd kent tingk wer diyd mye spelink en mynd gaw? awt da weendoe nid napp baad

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Sep 8, 2011

Sep 8, 2011 at 5:04 PM UTC

lokt dikshuneri kipin eet, kees laustt diss iys hardd lokt mynd kent tingk wer diyd mye spelink en mynd gaw? awt da weendoe nid napp baad

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Wi yer eyes stingin n wet wi tears N muk bungin up tha nose n ears N a white rimmed ed where thi's ad thi hat Up tha floats on't lift like a drownded rat After twelve hours tha's pretty dun in Whilst t'other folks as been kippin n dreamin Tha's bin diggin n drillin like summart daft Now up tha floats on't hydraulic raft The cold morn air meks tha lungs urt Cause tha's bin breathin muk n dirt Fer nigh on forty years or more That most folks wudn't ave on't floor N as tha washes all't muk away Tha knows thas sum that'll allus stay N whilst outside tha luks nice n clean Tha's stuff inside thi th't'll never be seen Until o course tha's gon n died N them docter fellers tek a look inside N in amazement they'll stand n stare At all that muk th't shudn't be there N wen tha's ded it'll be nowt new Not too a bloke what's lived like you Fer now tha's on'y six feet under Wen undreds is what thas bin used to N't Crowner'll say thi ad a natural death Not like them th't had their last breath At sixteen, seventeen, twenty or more When sum big explosions brought ceiling t floor But a doubt if tha'll think it wer thi turn As tha lays there nattering t worm Crawlin in n out o yer ears Not much t show fer sixtyodd years Still what else cud you ave dun, that's it But follow yer old man down pit A mean even his dad was a facer tha knows Kem out at thirty wi' ands like claws Ah well it's time fer sum grub Then half-a-dozen pints't pub Wi an hour or two o noonday sun Then back t wife fer an hour o fun N be six next morning I'll be feelin well As I teks yon raft t bowels of 'ell Thirty shillin a week be summer the reckonin Ah but then they can't see yon worm beckonin Remember this is a 'Performance Poem' and the style of writing acts as a speech prompt. The accent is loosely Yorkshire. A 'Crowner 'is an old word for a Coroner. I hope you enjoy it. © David Irwin Phillips 2008

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Mar 31, 2010

Mar 31, 2010 at 2:03 AM UTC

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Wi yer eyes stingin n wet wi tears N muk bungin up tha nose n ears N a white rimmed ed where thi's ad thi hat Up tha floats on't lift like a drownded rat After twelve hours tha's pretty dun in Whilst t'other folks as been kippin n dreamin Tha's bin diggin n drillin like summart daft Now up tha floats on't hydraulic raft The cold morn air meks tha lungs urt Cause tha's bin breathin muk n dirt Fer nigh on forty years or more That most folks wudn't ave on't floor N as tha washes all't muk away Tha knows thas sum that'll allus stay N whilst outside tha luks nice n clean Tha's stuff inside thi th't'll never be seen Until o course tha's gon n died N them docter fellers tek a look inside N in amazement they'll stand n stare At all that muk th't shudn't be there N wen tha's ded it'll be nowt new Not too a bloke what's lived like you Fer now tha's on'y six feet under Wen undreds is what thas bin used to N't Crowner'll say thi ad a natural death Not like them th't had their last breath At sixteen, seventeen, twenty or more When sum big explosions brought ceiling t floor But a doubt if tha'll think it wer thi turn As tha lays there nattering t worm Crawlin in n out o yer ears Not much t show fer sixtyodd years Still what else cud you ave dun, that's it But follow yer old man down pit A mean even his dad was a facer tha knows Kem out at thirty wi' ands like claws Ah well it's time fer sum grub Then half-a-dozen pints't pub Wi an hour or two o noonday sun Then back t wife fer an hour o fun N be six next morning I'll be feelin well As I teks yon raft t bowels of 'ell Thirty shillin a week be summer the reckonin Ah but then they can't see yon worm beckonin Remember this is a 'Performance Poem' and the style of writing acts as a speech prompt. The accent is loosely Yorkshire. A 'Crowner 'is an old word for a Coroner. I hope you enjoy it. © David Irwin Phillips 2008

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alt. i.e.: never give a monotheism to the egyptians - those ******* pseudo Nubian camel herders know jack-shit about the value of encoding sounds (can't match the mandarin, their pictographic became extinct like the neanderthals) - or to put it for a milder palette: here's Ra's rhubarb... and here's Gengen-Wer... now match-up the rhino horn to the donkey's tail and the elephants trunk with five blindfolded men... they should be happy to have a logic named after them, happily dancing into Egyptology... you get the picture, i know the Mamluks defeated the stinking horde of Genghis... but i'd hardly think it necessary to export Islam into africa to get some sense on the matter - look what happened when christianity was exported from egypt (the nag hammadi library found by a shepherd in Osama's caves); exporting Islam into north Africa and hence further west created the Shiah schism where Islam belonged (in the east); beware the setting sun; believe me, it's personal, i'm not ******* on or burning flags for the Cairo taxi driver to mind... this is bedroom secrets' anathema.

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Apr 20, 2016

Apr 20, 2016 at 8:18 PM UTC

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never mess with another man's rhubarb

alt. i.e.: never give a monotheism to the egyptians - those ******* pseudo Nubian camel herders know jack-shit about the value of encoding sounds (can't match the mandarin, their pictographic became extinct like the neanderthals) - or to put it for a milder palette: here's Ra's rhubarb... and here's Gengen-Wer... now match-up the rhino horn to the donkey's tail and the elephants trunk with five blindfolded men... they should be happy to have a logic named after them, happily dancing into Egyptology... you get the picture, i know the Mamluks defeated the stinking horde of Genghis... but i'd hardly think it necessary to export Islam into africa to get some sense on the matter - look what happened when christianity was exported from egypt (the nag hammadi library found by a shepherd in Osama's caves); exporting Islam into north Africa and hence further west created the Shiah schism where Islam belonged (in the east); beware the setting sun; believe me, it's personal, i'm not ******* on or burning flags for the Cairo taxi driver to mind... this is bedroom secrets' anathema.

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A tyrant king, a Vandal’s scream Of moor & rock And fair I sing; Life’s to its Test, guer- don of unrest, &strife; believed! Milked out like utter red; lipids ****** hard at birth: semi- born: made three legion’s **** careful; cuz fate’s, Allectus, mean. Made in sheaths An aural memor- y lock, a- nswer ur calling; tricky to be bad &get; a- way w/it! Caraus- ius’s on guard duty; he’s in. Fog in chan- nel; no lights: Bware! Usurp- ing cou- ntry, mauling& killing men To ob- tain Power; @any risk in Britain. gold insignias! shine ur lite! greed can’t pay—poenas dat! Ascle- piod- otus hears: He, Allectus does a- way w/. Besei- ge in London—rime the trea- sure al- located; Vain he found, good. Crack souls’ ice; To ruin comes conceit, comes that rip- ped part. Ah, to p’wer& knifes Like wo- rds... P’wer slashes Carves, &impales;.

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Feb 6, 2014

Feb 6, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC

A tyrant king, a Vandal’s scream Of moor & rock And fair I sing; Life’s to its Test, guer- don of unrest, &strife; believed! Milked out like utter red; lipids ****** hard at birth: semi- born: made three legion’s **** careful; cuz fate’s, Allectus, mean. Made in sheaths An aural memor- y lock, a- nswer ur calling; tricky to be bad &get; a- way w/it! Caraus- ius’s on guard duty; he’s in. Fog in chan- nel; no lights: Bware! Usurp- ing cou- ntry, mauling& killing men To ob- tain Power; @any risk in Britain. gold insignias! shine ur lite! greed can’t pay—poenas dat! Ascle- piod- otus hears: He, Allectus does a- way w/. Besei- ge in London—rime the trea- sure al- located; Vain he found, good. Crack souls’ ice; To ruin comes conceit, comes that rip- ped part. Ah, to p’wer& knifes Like wo- rds... P’wer slashes Carves, &impales;.

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I think back to the sixties taking charge of our new life two hippies lost in limbo that's when I took you as my wife we grew up very quickly the time to play was done we sold out and got established now that we weren't two but one I close my eyes just to focus I close my eyes to make you clear I close my eyes so I remember I close my eyes to bring you near I close my eyes and wer'e together I close my eyes so I can see I close my eyes because I miss you I close my eyes , once more we're we we hit the disco era running more run away than run toward on every street there was a prophet selling the new word of the lord the beatles quit and that was tragic elvis died and that was worse our music wasn't just evolving our music was leaving in a hearse I close my eyes just to focus I close my eyes to make you clear I close my eyes so I remember I close my eyes to bring you near I close my eyes and wer'e together I close my eyes so I can see I close my eyes because I miss you I close my eyes , once more we're we the eighties was about consumption we took ******* like all the rest you were judged by your possessions to have the most made you the best in the nineties things were different our lives were both put deep on hold the doctor called and said a tumor I remember all I felt was cold I close my eyes just to focus I close my eyes to make you clear I close my eyes so I remember I close my eyes to bring you near I close my eyes and wer'e together I close my eyes so I can see I close my eyes because I miss you I close my eyes , once more we're we decades no longer counted time went by just day by day stage four was the conclusion I mean what else was there to say I lost you late that summer you passed away after a fight you battled hard to keep on living before you ventured to the light I close my eyes just to focus I close my eyes to make you clear I close my eyes so I remember I close my eyes to bring you near I close my eyes and wer'e together I close my eyes so I can see I close my eyes because I miss you I close my eyes , once more we're we I have the pictures to remind me but, you are clearer to me when I close my eyes, let my mind wander I go back now to way back then I can't describe you to another unless I see you in my mind I close my eyes and I am happy my life is better when i'm blind I close my eyes just to focus I close my eyes to make you clear I close my eyes so I remember I close my eyes to bring you near I close my eyes and wer'e together I close my eyes so I can see I close my eyes because I miss you I close my eyes , once more we're we

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Apr 14, 2014

Apr 14, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC

I close my eyes

I think back to the sixties taking charge of our new life two hippies lost in limbo that's when I took you as my wife we grew up very quickly the time to play was done we sold out and got established now that we weren't two but one I close my eyes just to focus I close my eyes to make you clear I close my eyes so I remember I close my eyes to bring you near I close my eyes and wer'e together I close my eyes so I can see I close my eyes because I miss you I close my eyes , once more we're we we hit the disco era running more run away than run toward on every street there was a prophet selling the new word of the lord the beatles quit and that was tragic elvis died and that was worse our music wasn't just evolving our music was leaving in a hearse I close my eyes just to focus I close my eyes to make you clear I close my eyes so I remember I close my eyes to bring you near I close my eyes and wer'e together I close my eyes so I can see I close my eyes because I miss you I close my eyes , once more we're we the eighties was about consumption we took ******* like all the rest you were judged by your possessions to have the most made you the best in the nineties things were different our lives were both put deep on hold the doctor called and said a tumor I remember all I felt was cold I close my eyes just to focus I close my eyes to make you clear I close my eyes so I remember I close my eyes to bring you near I close my eyes and wer'e together I close my eyes so I can see I close my eyes because I miss you I close my eyes , once more we're we decades no longer counted time went by just day by day stage four was the conclusion I mean what else was there to say I lost you late that summer you passed away after a fight you battled hard to keep on living before you ventured to the light I close my eyes just to focus I close my eyes to make you clear I close my eyes so I remember I close my eyes to bring you near I close my eyes and wer'e together I close my eyes so I can see I close my eyes because I miss you I close my eyes , once more we're we I have the pictures to remind me but, you are clearer to me when I close my eyes, let my mind wander I go back now to way back then I can't describe you to another unless I see you in my mind I close my eyes and I am happy my life is better when i'm blind I close my eyes just to focus I close my eyes to make you clear I close my eyes so I remember I close my eyes to bring you near I close my eyes and wer'e together I close my eyes so I can see I close my eyes because I miss you I close my eyes , once more we're we

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Ja, er hat dich gekuesst-- aber ich auch wenn er nicht da waere-- wer sonst? Ich bin ohne dich geflogen, und wohin? Keine Frage der Zeit, Schlampe ich bin's Ich bin's der bei dir sonst waere-- ich bin's, bist du wirklich so bloed? Wieso fragst du >>WER?<< Du bist ne Schlampe, und das erkenn' ich schon aber das macht mir nichts, ich bin alleine geflogen Und all die Menschen die ueber mich sassen haben es gewusst und wollten mich kaum antasten Sie sind ohnehin weiter-- immer weiter-- gegangen und, ohne dich, Schlampe, bin ich heruntergefangen Mit den Hunden und Paeckchen diese Leute staendig nach- duersten und mitbring' Lag ich Bin ich auch zu ueberfluessig um oben drinzusitzen? Schlampe, willst du dass ich wein', so ohne Wasser im Dunkel, in Einsamkeit, im Gefaengniss der Lust? Am Kartenkasse drueckte ich 'eins-Plus!' Vergiss dich, Schlampe-- ich hab' fuer dich kein Benutz Du bist nicht wer ist, das bin ich Tschuess. --------------------------------------- Yes, he has kissed you-- but I too if he weren't there-- who else? I have flown without you, and where to? No question of time, ***** I am the one I am the one that would be by you otherwise-- I am the one, are you really so stupid? Why do you ask "WHO?" You are a ***** and I recognize that already But that doesn't make a difference to me, I have flown by myself And all the humans that sat over me have known it and hardly wanted to touch me they have regardless further-- always further-- gone and, without you, ***** am I caught under here With the dogs and little packages these people constantly thirst after and bring with I lay Am I indeed too superfluous to sit inside, above? ***** do you want for me to cry, this way without water in the dark, in isolation, in the prison of passion? At the ticket counter I pressed "one-Plus!" Forget you, ***** for you have I no use You are not he who is, that is I. Goodbye.

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Mar 26, 2012

Mar 26, 2012 at 1:21 PM UTC

sansara-justinovich

Ja, er hat dich gekuesst-- aber ich auch wenn er nicht da waere-- wer sonst? Ich bin ohne dich geflogen, und wohin? Keine Frage der Zeit, Schlampe ich bin's Ich bin's der bei dir sonst waere-- ich bin's, bist du wirklich so bloed? Wieso fragst du >>WER?<< Du bist ne Schlampe, und das erkenn' ich schon aber das macht mir nichts, ich bin alleine geflogen Und all die Menschen die ueber mich sassen haben es gewusst und wollten mich kaum antasten Sie sind ohnehin weiter-- immer weiter-- gegangen und, ohne dich, Schlampe, bin ich heruntergefangen Mit den Hunden und Paeckchen diese Leute staendig nach- duersten und mitbring' Lag ich Bin ich auch zu ueberfluessig um oben drinzusitzen? Schlampe, willst du dass ich wein', so ohne Wasser im Dunkel, in Einsamkeit, im Gefaengniss der Lust? Am Kartenkasse drueckte ich 'eins-Plus!' Vergiss dich, Schlampe-- ich hab' fuer dich kein Benutz Du bist nicht wer ist, das bin ich Tschuess. --------------------------------------- Yes, he has kissed you-- but I too if he weren't there-- who else? I have flown without you, and where to? No question of time, ***** I am the one I am the one that would be by you otherwise-- I am the one, are you really so stupid? Why do you ask "WHO?" You are a ***** and I recognize that already But that doesn't make a difference to me, I have flown by myself And all the humans that sat over me have known it and hardly wanted to touch me they have regardless further-- always further-- gone and, without you, ***** am I caught under here With the dogs and little packages these people constantly thirst after and bring with I lay Am I indeed too superfluous to sit inside, above? ***** do you want for me to cry, this way without water in the dark, in isolation, in the prison of passion? At the ticket counter I pressed "one-Plus!" Forget you, ***** for you have I no use You are not he who is, that is I. Goodbye.

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At the age of 3 me hammer nails and all my play stuff from me dad I was a happy lad Those were the good times me lad those were the best these are our fine times enjoy the test!! just be a pest!!!!!!!!! At 6 I had a trike .. life was a happy life did wheelies all the time was hot the summer fine Those were the good times me lad those were the best these are our fine times enjoy the test just be a pest!!!!!!!!! At 10 my life caved in as grandad fell within my time to grow ...... an adult life Those were the sad times me lad those wer'nt the best these are our fine times enjoy the test just be a pest!!!!!!!!! At 14 i did alright got gruff a voice a fright kicked footy till it hurt stood lamping in the dark Those were the good times me lad those were the best these are our fine times enjoy the test just be a pest!!!!!!!!! And now its all done over my work I'm almost sober I'm old yet way before my time tis time to pass the baton to son come on lets have em Enjoy the good times me lad these are the best those were our fine times enjoy the test just be a pest!!!!!!!!!

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Sep 8, 2012

Sep 8, 2012 at 1:23 AM UTC

At the age of 3 me hammer nails and all my play stuff from me dad I was a happy lad Those were the good times me lad those were the best these are our fine times enjoy the test!! just be a pest!!!!!!!!! At 6 I had a trike .. life was a happy life did wheelies all the time was hot the summer fine Those were the good times me lad those were the best these are our fine times enjoy the test just be a pest!!!!!!!!! At 10 my life caved in as grandad fell within my time to grow ...... an adult life Those were the sad times me lad those wer'nt the best these are our fine times enjoy the test just be a pest!!!!!!!!! At 14 i did alright got gruff a voice a fright kicked footy till it hurt stood lamping in the dark Those were the good times me lad those were the best these are our fine times enjoy the test just be a pest!!!!!!!!! And now its all done over my work I'm almost sober I'm old yet way before my time tis time to pass the baton to son come on lets have em Enjoy the good times me lad these are the best those were our fine times enjoy the test just be a pest!!!!!!!!!

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Spite and disdain: the sustenance of modern society. Oh how we love to talk **** on others while ourselves being perfect and blame free: How is the weather? How is the view? Up there in your tower, with nothing but you? So high above the filth that makes up the rest of us, tell me, o Majesty, how things seem to you, with your flawless perception, perfect opinions, passive-aggressive disdain, and hubristic spite. "Wer im Glashaus wohnt sollt nicht im Wohnzimmer bumsen." "[One] who lives in a glass house shouldn't **** in the living room."

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Dec 30, 2012

Dec 30, 2012 at 3:04 AM UTC

Anubis-the-Philosomancer

Spite and disdain: the sustenance of modern society. Oh how we love to talk **** on others while ourselves being perfect and blame free: How is the weather? How is the view? Up there in your tower, with nothing but you? So high above the filth that makes up the rest of us, tell me, o Majesty, how things seem to you, with your flawless perception, perfect opinions, passive-aggressive disdain, and hubristic spite. "Wer im Glashaus wohnt sollt nicht im Wohnzimmer bumsen." "[One] who lives in a glass house shouldn't **** in the living room."

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poor littow parsite, wer have you beeny? Ive gotten my nanny to knit you a beanie. Your sores on my skin are going all cleany Im sorry I squashed you, Im such a meanie.

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Jan 25, 2010

Jan 25, 2010 at 6:34 AM UTC

poor littow parsite, wer have you beeny? Ive gotten my nanny to knit you a beanie. Your sores on my skin are going all cleany Im sorry I squashed you, Im such a meanie.

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The city is windy, today. Certainly noisy, everyday, Compared to my country life. Tall buildings glimmer, Streets boisterous with sounds of people and machines. Excitement! Opportunity! Urgency! Country life, by comparison, stiller, Slo wer, Ex pan sive. Both are good I tell myself. I am still flexible, I tell myself. Then, verily it dawns on me, with unfamiliar panic and relief, that my stretching-bending days are over. I want to ride like the wind to where my being has despite itself, taken root. Where the nomad has inadvertently pitched A more permanent tent. 30 years after roaming ill-suited ground my Restless Soul was cleverly tricked to settle where nature, in all her glory and quiet magnificence, crowds the land. Amen.

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Jun 13, 2015

Jun 13, 2015 at 4:40 AM UTC

The city is windy, today. Certainly noisy, everyday, Compared to my country life. Tall buildings glimmer, Streets boisterous with sounds of people and machines. Excitement! Opportunity! Urgency! Country life, by comparison, stiller, Slo wer, Ex pan sive. Both are good I tell myself. I am still flexible, I tell myself. Then, verily it dawns on me, with unfamiliar panic and relief, that my stretching-bending days are over. I want to ride like the wind to where my being has despite itself, taken root. Where the nomad has inadvertently pitched A more permanent tent. 30 years after roaming ill-suited ground my Restless Soul was cleverly tricked to settle where nature, in all her glory and quiet magnificence, crowds the land. Amen.

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“but it is your imperfections,” he said, his voice soothing rivers and his eyes like a candle lit in dark; but he would not leave ―― for his eyes were like an endless labyrinth and he would never die out. and one would get lost again and again in his eyes for they had this depth that one could not help but get curious about. and once one were to be too far in; there was no way out, not from left nor right but forced to continue stalking down the road of his chocolate eyes. they were like poison, she thought, a beautiful poison, that is. perhaps it was a poison of happiness, she had yet to be sure, but there was a flaw in it all ―― one she was really sure about. too much happiness could intoxicate, and his eyes, they intoxicated her; left her heart skyrocketing and perhaps that was why she had tried to pull away but stopped altogether for he would not let her go. no ―― he would shower her with words of love and she kept coming back for more and more for she strangely liked it, loved it even. “ ―― that i cherish; you set this hurricane inside of me and you would not leave, but you know what?” he was smiling now, his lips curving upward, gracing her eyes and everything around him for there were suddenly blinding lights everywhere. and his eyes ―― they were not candles anymore, no, they wer crystals; gleaming and glowing and sparkling. “ ―― i don’t mind, in fact i don’t mind at all ―― for i love it and i don’t mind having every tiny piece of you gracing my veins because my love, this ――” his delicate fingers were moving on their own accord and pointing between the two of them, “whatever this is, i’ll make sure that it never burns out, but in the meantime, my love, i’ll love your imperfections and i won’t mind reminding you everyday that you’re important, but most importantly ―― you’re beautiful.” and he wished, wished so badly that he could stuff the empty girl with all the word’s light and make her see, just like he did, how utterly and breathtakingly beautiful she was. no matter her imperfections ―― they just added to her blinding beauty.

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Jan 9, 2016

Jan 9, 2016 at 9:18 PM UTC

her imperfections

“but it is your imperfections,” he said, his voice soothing rivers and his eyes like a candle lit in dark; but he would not leave ―― for his eyes were like an endless labyrinth and he would never die out. and one would get lost again and again in his eyes for they had this depth that one could not help but get curious about. and once one were to be too far in; there was no way out, not from left nor right but forced to continue stalking down the road of his chocolate eyes. they were like poison, she thought, a beautiful poison, that is. perhaps it was a poison of happiness, she had yet to be sure, but there was a flaw in it all ―― one she was really sure about. too much happiness could intoxicate, and his eyes, they intoxicated her; left her heart skyrocketing and perhaps that was why she had tried to pull away but stopped altogether for he would not let her go. no ―― he would shower her with words of love and she kept coming back for more and more for she strangely liked it, loved it even. “ ―― that i cherish; you set this hurricane inside of me and you would not leave, but you know what?” he was smiling now, his lips curving upward, gracing her eyes and everything around him for there were suddenly blinding lights everywhere. and his eyes ―― they were not candles anymore, no, they wer crystals; gleaming and glowing and sparkling. “ ―― i don’t mind, in fact i don’t mind at all ―― for i love it and i don’t mind having every tiny piece of you gracing my veins because my love, this ――” his delicate fingers were moving on their own accord and pointing between the two of them, “whatever this is, i’ll make sure that it never burns out, but in the meantime, my love, i’ll love your imperfections and i won’t mind reminding you everyday that you’re important, but most importantly ―― you’re beautiful.” and he wished, wished so badly that he could stuff the empty girl with all the word’s light and make her see, just like he did, how utterly and breathtakingly beautiful she was. no matter her imperfections ―― they just added to her blinding beauty.

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My melody is the tune, the happy feal of june, sleep untill noon rise awake for the moon, No school no cruel! where that dress with out havin to stress, cauzz your a beuty' remember. Not on deuty,. The heat the sun out-on-a-run,. bein you, duss havin fun. we've all felt rain, we've all delt pain I'ts the natural I'ts the gain. moving on will keep it sain. bin there. done that. she's odd, she's fat, Cause you're "cool" HA, you Fool! your'e word's you're slick?. Your heart. your SICK, we take the left because we know the right, down the road they'll be a fight, thinkin thinkin up all night, words they say sure aren't right, the sky is blue' they have no clue your day got gray , you're thaughts are cray, you're mind is clay!? wer'e in may SAY GO!, cant stay!. yes, it's long. might do you none... walk you long. read can't go wrong,. so now your'e hear, You're sippin beer? Look at that, Your'e finally cheer, :) sincere a real friend to all, answer the call catchin ya fall. Jesse Mckush

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May 19, 2013

May 19, 2013 at 11:43 PM UTC

arrywill-keepya-smilin

we're bright just hiding In the shadows,

My melody is the tune, the happy feal of june, sleep untill noon rise awake for the moon, No school no cruel! where that dress with out havin to stress, cauzz your a beuty' remember. Not on deuty,. The heat the sun out-on-a-run,. bein you, duss havin fun. we've all felt rain, we've all delt pain I'ts the natural I'ts the gain. moving on will keep it sain. bin there. done that. she's odd, she's fat, Cause you're "cool" HA, you Fool! your'e word's you're slick?. Your heart. your SICK, we take the left because we know the right, down the road they'll be a fight, thinkin thinkin up all night, words they say sure aren't right, the sky is blue' they have no clue your day got gray , you're thaughts are cray, you're mind is clay!? wer'e in may SAY GO!, cant stay!. yes, it's long. might do you none... walk you long. read can't go wrong,. so now your'e hear, You're sippin beer? Look at that, Your'e finally cheer, :) sincere a real friend to all, answer the call catchin ya fall. Jesse Mckush

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Schade. Echt schade. Schade um dich für dich auf dich. Schaden bei dir von dir in dir. Du bist schade für mich. Wie schade. Echt zu schade. Jeder wer dich liebt wird geschadet sein; ist heute froh wird morgen leiden. So ist es gewesen, also wird es immer sein. Ich hab es miterleben, hatte ihr zugehören, war glücklich genug zu ihr zugehören, und hab seit damit aufgehört; und hab seit selbst davon angehört- Stell dir das vor! Zu schade. Echt schade. Stell dir das vor! Du hast uns als Spielzeuge angesehen. Du hast uns als verzichtbar angesehen. Stell dir das vor! War selbst glücklich genug dazu zugehören. Jeder, wer dich liebt wird geschadet sein wird im Arsch gebissen wird vergiftet sein Jeder, wer dich liebt, wird Mitleid kriegen, doch nicht von dir doch ja dienetwegen. Tanz. Tanz zu der Musik. Tanz zu der Musik deiner Exen. Tanz zu der Musik du anregtest. Leider, sie sind nicht Liebelieder. Nein, sie sind nicht Liebelieder. Leid, sie sind doch Leidlieder. Wegen Seelenqual geschrieben. So ist es gewesen, so wird es immer sein. Stell dir das vor!

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Sep 15, 2013

Sep 15, 2013 at 10:09 PM UTC

Anubis-the-Philosomancer

Schade. Echt schade. Schade um dich für dich auf dich. Schaden bei dir von dir in dir. Du bist schade für mich. Wie schade. Echt zu schade. Jeder wer dich liebt wird geschadet sein; ist heute froh wird morgen leiden. So ist es gewesen, also wird es immer sein. Ich hab es miterleben, hatte ihr zugehören, war glücklich genug zu ihr zugehören, und hab seit damit aufgehört; und hab seit selbst davon angehört- Stell dir das vor! Zu schade. Echt schade. Stell dir das vor! Du hast uns als Spielzeuge angesehen. Du hast uns als verzichtbar angesehen. Stell dir das vor! War selbst glücklich genug dazu zugehören. Jeder, wer dich liebt wird geschadet sein wird im Arsch gebissen wird vergiftet sein Jeder, wer dich liebt, wird Mitleid kriegen, doch nicht von dir doch ja dienetwegen. Tanz. Tanz zu der Musik. Tanz zu der Musik deiner Exen. Tanz zu der Musik du anregtest. Leider, sie sind nicht Liebelieder. Nein, sie sind nicht Liebelieder. Leid, sie sind doch Leidlieder. Wegen Seelenqual geschrieben. So ist es gewesen, so wird es immer sein. Stell dir das vor!

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I just love it. can't get enough of it., just did a line and It's only nine 5 glasses over to the finest wine. bra, Bra. BRAAA! pant's around my feet , I'm pouncin to thiss beat. I'm fealin for that ***** I think I'm actin thirsty. my mind is a rush I really want my crush . This dubby's so loud My head's in some cloud I cant take a seetin my feet are takin thinkin. I won't be even blinkin.! ........................................And he's hear in his lincoln mmm... more beer , More gear more Cheer! my dear ^-^ bustin outta light show ,. tahh Now wer'e sippin nd I'm trippin.. how I'm trippin Nd i'm livinn. (sais the white girl that want's to be a rapper)

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Apr 30, 2013

Apr 30, 2013 at 8:14 PM UTC

arrywill-keepya-smilin

I just love it. can't get enough of it., just did a line and It's only nine 5 glasses over to the finest wine. bra, Bra. BRAAA! pant's around my feet , I'm pouncin to thiss beat. I'm fealin for that ***** I think I'm actin thirsty. my mind is a rush I really want my crush . This dubby's so loud My head's in some cloud I cant take a seetin my feet are takin thinkin. I won't be even blinkin.! ........................................And he's hear in his lincoln mmm... more beer , More gear more Cheer! my dear ^-^ bustin outta light show ,. tahh Now wer'e sippin nd I'm trippin.. how I'm trippin Nd i'm livinn. (sais the white girl that want's to be a rapper)

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The suns rays excite a day's toil with ecstasy her petals slump in its loyalty twilight midnight there's the morn I lift my head my beautiful flower sun t o r n .

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Jun 26, 2022

Jun 26, 2022 at 11:50 AM UTC

The suns rays excite a day's toil with ecstasy her petals slump in its loyalty twilight midnight there's the morn I lift my head my beautiful flower sun t o r n .

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where the conformity sees a (blank page) we see scarlet letters and ink of hues unimaginable . those who don't know what it's like to fight origami dragons, thin as wafts of ***** smoke, the wings of which having the po- wer to knock their worlds to the next millennium and the flaming jaws to crush chrod- mum skulls to powder . those stars of their scales tell tales . of woe . the beat of their heat like a tribal drum from Hades but all the conformity sees is (blank page) we see billions of suns already extinguished . wraiths of cloud wrapping around the tip of our pen . we see . android humans and human ai's cannot . we are given a unique ability as poets we make something blank into beauty . ugliness . banality into exquisite expression . cheers!!! SoulSurvivor (C) 1/2/2016

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Jan 2, 2016

Jan 2, 2016 at 5:02 PM UTC

where the conformity sees a (blank page) we see scarlet letters and ink of hues unimaginable . those who don't know what it's like to fight origami dragons, thin as wafts of ***** smoke, the wings of which having the po- wer to knock their worlds to the next millennium and the flaming jaws to crush chrod- mum skulls to powder . those stars of their scales tell tales . of woe . the beat of their heat like a tribal drum from Hades but all the conformity sees is (blank page) we see billions of suns already extinguished . wraiths of cloud wrapping around the tip of our pen . we see . android humans and human ai's cannot . we are given a unique ability as poets we make something blank into beauty . ugliness . banality into exquisite expression . cheers!!! SoulSurvivor (C) 1/2/2016

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I just love it. can't get enough of it., just did a line and It's only nine 5 glasses over to the finest wine. bra, Bra. BRAAA! pant's around my feet , I'm pouncin to thiss beat. I'm fealin for that ***** I think I'm actin thirsty. my mind is a rush I really want my crush . This dubby's so loud My head's in some cloud I cant take a seetin my feet are takin thinkin. I won't be even blinkin.! ........................................And he's hear in his lincoln mmm... more beer , More gear more Cheer! my dear ^-^ bustin outta light show ,. tahh Now wer'e sippin nd I'm trippin.. how I'm trippin Nd i'm livinn. (sais the white girl that want's to be a rapper)

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May 11, 2013

May 11, 2013 at 9:38 PM UTC

arrywill-keepya-smilin

* 2 the party Where's molly?

I just love it. can't get enough of it., just did a line and It's only nine 5 glasses over to the finest wine. bra, Bra. BRAAA! pant's around my feet , I'm pouncin to thiss beat. I'm fealin for that ***** I think I'm actin thirsty. my mind is a rush I really want my crush . This dubby's so loud My head's in some cloud I cant take a seetin my feet are takin thinkin. I won't be even blinkin.! ........................................And he's hear in his lincoln mmm... more beer , More gear more Cheer! my dear ^-^ bustin outta light show ,. tahh Now wer'e sippin nd I'm trippin.. how I'm trippin Nd i'm livinn. (sais the white girl that want's to be a rapper)

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Each poem I write about my true feelings, I slowly chip away at the mask that I wear For you to see who I genuinely am, and it Takes a lot of time, but it will be worth it. We have slowly chipped away The masks that we wear every day With each poem that I write And with each poem that you read. Through my poetry we see cracks Of light that is our true person that We want to world to see but we are Afraid of how to show it to the world. I hide behind my poetry because I don’t Know how to tell the you and the world How I genuinely feel about anything And through my poetry I can do so Without being afraid of directly saying To every single person my true feelings But after sharing my world with you I am no longer afraid to tell you how I genuinely feel because I have confidence In myself because with each poem I write You see cracks in my mask and light breaking Through the cracks and my true self coming out. I am no longer shy when I am around you And I am my genuine self when we talk. Everything that I have told you through my Poetry is genuinely true and now what I will tell You in person is my genuine self because there Is no point in hiding who wer are anymore. We have opened up to each other and there Is no point in closing our book or ripping out pages. Our books will remain open with blank pages to be Filled as our genuine identity breaks through the Masks that we wear every day and every night. After you read this poem, you will have chipped The last chip off my mask and my genine self will Be exposed to you and to everyone in the world. I will no longer afraid or shy to talk to you about Anything and everything from my past that shaped Me into who I am today no matter how bad my past May have been because with every second I spend With you my shyness and my mask melt away And the person I wanted you to meet will still be there. After you read this poem, I will be a new person Whom I’ve never ever been before in my life. After you read this poem, I will be somone better. With this poem, I will be the genuine person that I am. I will be who I really am with this poem.

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Feb 21, 2012

Feb 21, 2012 at 1:24 PM UTC

Each poem I write about my true feelings, I slowly chip away at the mask that I wear For you to see who I genuinely am, and it Takes a lot of time, but it will be worth it. We have slowly chipped away The masks that we wear every day With each poem that I write And with each poem that you read. Through my poetry we see cracks Of light that is our true person that We want to world to see but we are Afraid of how to show it to the world. I hide behind my poetry because I don’t Know how to tell the you and the world How I genuinely feel about anything And through my poetry I can do so Without being afraid of directly saying To every single person my true feelings But after sharing my world with you I am no longer afraid to tell you how I genuinely feel because I have confidence In myself because with each poem I write You see cracks in my mask and light breaking Through the cracks and my true self coming out. I am no longer shy when I am around you And I am my genuine self when we talk. Everything that I have told you through my Poetry is genuinely true and now what I will tell You in person is my genuine self because there Is no point in hiding who wer are anymore. We have opened up to each other and there Is no point in closing our book or ripping out pages. Our books will remain open with blank pages to be Filled as our genuine identity breaks through the Masks that we wear every day and every night. After you read this poem, you will have chipped The last chip off my mask and my genine self will Be exposed to you and to everyone in the world. I will no longer afraid or shy to talk to you about Anything and everything from my past that shaped Me into who I am today no matter how bad my past May have been because with every second I spend With you my shyness and my mask melt away And the person I wanted you to meet will still be there. After you read this poem, I will be a new person Whom I’ve never ever been before in my life. After you read this poem, I will be somone better. With this poem, I will be the genuine person that I am. I will be who I really am with this poem.

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