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nic Sep 2012
on the corner of conroy
and kirkman
a man who didn't look
a day past dirt
poured me a grin
as i poured out
my change for him.

an army green sack
draped over his back
drank the coins
while the old man's
gums roared
the kind of wisdom
that only comes
with age
and maybe an once
of crack *******.

he leaned into the
driver's side window
and said dear
DON'T BURN THE CHICKEN!

*shrugs
These are the life lessons you learn in Orlando. I am hoping he wasn't serious tho.
Frances Marie Jun 2024
Shifting under my skin,
seeping into my gums,
a sensation of emence pressure,
and awareness to unbear.

Slouching with a blue bib chain,
hung around the neck,
and heavy floride notes
tickling my tounge.

Goggles sliding along my face,
Sweat rolling down wet strands of hair.
Pulling away like velcro strips,
the sound of eagerness
and hot summer swelter.

That office chair makes me shake with anticipation,
Spotlight in yellow hues,
beaming down upon me.
Staring off until team appears
and the numbness fades in.

Time for another change.

For inconvienient, expensive exposure
with a little bit of me set to be disposed.
This is inspired by my recent extractions that I was awake for. Something brought me back to the moment in vivid memory.
Justin Harold Aug 2013
Three eyes,
A twisted vendeta i
have for all
humanity. I may
paint a smile upon
my face but one of
my eyes still has
hate in it.
Three eyes,
I seek for love
where there's
darkness, Joy
where there's grief.
I may be blinded by
light but my eye
still has stupidity in
it.
Three eyes,
My mind is still a
remote control for
wisedom. Im mated
onto the sky for a
good smile. I
respect the action
of wisedom like it
respects me. All in
all, the I have three
eyes.
True feelings i get
from time to time.
bear with me on
this one.
Maxine Rife Oct 2013
Love is a smoke made with the fume of signs
William Shakesprear
midnight prague Jan 2011
the way it feels when your eyes role back
the way it feels when salt turns into sugar
a stillness is born between two fires
burning and feeding off of eachother somwhere
in a forest of raven
the clouds die and give birth above us
every second, something has a beating heart
somewhere very close to me
somewhere there is a child emiting a smile
for the first time
and his mother becomes weak inside
somwhere there is a woman giving birth
to a genius an energy permanently marking the world
I, with these hands
have found profound use
I with this heart have witnessed much abuse
I with this soul soak that thread which ties burdens
so that its knots unravel and become loose
and I hold onto lifes energy
I bring it into my body, and with my mind
I begin to ******
attract thoughts of nothing but a bliss
and calm auroa
and when I lay naked on nature herself
you see its these poems that I produce
when I speak and say I need nothing more
than her love and she is always there waiting
for me in every tree
in every bee
oh how I miss you in these cities awfully
in every flower
rot the superficiality and give me that
natural power
that speaks history and wisedom
through different levels of silence
life it seems to me sometimes
has lost its balance
and so from that ignorance we must distance
kiss the wind and see that in simplicity
is where lives true brilliance
midnight prague Dec 2010
I twist my words sometimes
and lie about the movement of my arms in between different air
so that you can run away from me
so that you can leave without me uttering a speech
of go away
perhaps I never want to see you again
but knowing women such as myself that is never the issue
until I make you up for who you are and accept the nature of things

my time is reluctant and I cant sustain the water that comes from the sky
as I cannot sustain not wanting whatever sounds come out of your vocal chords around me
neither now nor tommorow
you are now a ghost and I know nothing of you
or where you come from
a shadowy lake
dinged grass

simply transparent as anything else that is there
but then again really isnt in sight
and my eyes become narrow like that of a mans
and I see nothing on my sides
simply holding me back from things I must do
just leave
leave

rid me of your eerie changes in forecast
and let my swampy land stay swamp
it would be better than drying up killing my fishes
and then reginerting once more
only to leave disintigrated at the end of the day
when in the beginging I thought I would flourish again


come dig your leaves from my palms
my hands dont move the same anymore when your dead life
and elements that have fallen off your mind and from what is before me
a fragile body of someone who just wants to somehow
reverse ignorant wisedom into curiosity and care

I have streched too far and touched too many different souls
to know that this ridicule is not worth anything more than
well nothing,
honestly I can say that much
which is nothing, so maybe I should just not speak

prosecuters who have been in the soles of the backbone of your situations and such
prove me guilty of selfish acts
that I betake to make myself breathe easier
when regardless of what happens
when I breathe harder
my breath shall only pond down on you
like a thousand needles falling through water


pin drops
pin drops
painfully

smile at me
tell me you will be okay
and so that I may depart
James Hedrick Nov 2014
Wisedom is to know the difference between your faith and religion.
  Stupidity is to not know either.
They say war isn't an action but an emotion fueled by rage and anger..
   I say war isn't part of what we do but who we are,
Its in our nature.

People now days have confused strength with confidence and how far one is willing to go...
#Unwise

We judge the people around us before we meet one another.
  We pick and choose people to hate an people to love without making choices.
#NoLoyalty

They say YOU can change but you have to change yourself...
  Better said than,
The world is gonna change and your status will be determind by your wealth.
   Saying "money over everything" is like saying "**** everyone else",
But to put that in action is like admitting you'd rather live by yourself.
#TheWholeπ

Surrounded by galaxies and a forever reaching domain
#Space

We have a problem admitting we are all one in the same.
#humans

Weighted down by opression and smashed by our fears,
We're doomed to work for an eternity beyond your childs years.
#Government

Shed tears for our future,
Held back by the weak,
We've been chasing dreams and against reality, dreams will never compete..
   Its hardly a race when your starting in last but we look forward to the future, never questioning the past.
#ClosedMinded
Thank You all for the read's!!!
Is faith a false hope or divine
Is fear real
Poured from the suttle humble hands
Dream of pouring  sand not on the grip of vessel
Falls down with no eternal grip
The dream of the end
When three bubbles meet

Tempting and flow in ease right before the eyes
Something unknown in the frame of head
When they meet locked together
In the vast. Space of 4 dimensions

The river, the sand, the vessel, the hands
The gods, the pour of sand to the vessel
The sand doesn’t collect in the vessel
Goes to the land of sand
A silent guilt, a noble wisedom, the soul images
The sun shines yellow and bright
The river by the side illuminates
Nothing to take and nothing to give
Flow in the river of guilt when life is
The story in the beginning guides you through
The king of the gods contracts to the soul
All in the context of how life goes

The guilt is not abiding by the contract
The storyline guides to the contract
The contract is the divine in itself
The guilt is there for a reason
Heaven is always hovering over me
The gods are there for me
SometimesI say to myself, what a beautiful contract

A divine quest to be fulfilled
A quest which already is there
But to realize the contract by the storyline
The storyline of life

The moral of the contract I know is---
There is no grip of nothing in life
Everything is temporary
Nothins can be on the grip
Everything is what it is
Also I see--- the sun is the supreme
The river is the nourisher
The light is the only real
The gods are the allies, the angels
Everything that you will try is temporary
Everything that you will try to make yours is void
Everything falls on the grip of the whole
Expectations are the ones that give you guilt
Just watch it pour before your eyes
The king of gods expect that as I know
Not for himself for sure but for me
The king of god resonates the heart with wisdom

The wisdom is the light
The guilt in the existance
Embracing the divine is the way I know
For some logic lasts for a year
For some logic lasts for a decade
For some, it lasts a century, a couple of century
Seen some last for a millinium and more
I see for me the logic lasts for a second
The logic lasts only for an instance
It is required to operate any material things
Required to work in group and collaborate
Maybe to involve in the possession’s hunt
The contract I know never gives me the grip
I understand divine tather than achievement
My soul suffice reality than the surface things
The eternal is the energy of the divine
The whole is the effort of the divine
You are sure a part of the whole
Divinity is sure of a full circle.

My soul knows it needs what it needs
I don’t know what tis that the soul needs
I know what the storyline needs
The contract that the soul has
The energy tend to resonate the contract the soul has
Everythins is acceptable to what it is
Krishna, I remember the energy of the divine
The one that he takes never flows to harm others
The one who nurtures the eternal reality
The one who has no rules yet have the virtue
The one who has all but has none
The one who is still and abundant all over
The one who is still on all the chaos whatever
The one that is everywhere and nobody sees him
In the dest of the finite to the light of the infinite
The one that governs one and thet governs all
The answer to every divine and quest
The answer to all that is all all that is not
Krishna is the light of the soul
The divinity in everything, every being
The divinity in the eternal , the part and the whole.
Krishna, The answer.

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