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"yoursef" poems
Well, you'll pobablly be in another womans arms in the years to come but that doesnt faze this thing welling that runs through the tunnels and the funnels of this heart my love because it gives me conviction when you are weak it gives you the loving that you seek and yours like chemistry it gives me the wish fullfillment, the dream I'd always wanted to meet you are my sorrows dry the tear drops from tears separated from thier highest fate transmuted from young coal to old gold you bring something with you with that pride welled up in your heart ike a wise kind serpant that only seeks to help only seeks to pleasre it self to helping me and those who are comming you have the ancients in those eyes considerable, and powerful they recognize the same power inside me I didnt need your acknowledgment for it to be here but without it I wouldnt be here it would die whith te last morsels of my heart to a kindly but devious part Ive been called from the old story books, then when the gods were our best of friends but now I am here in a world that is no longered catered to because of fear the children are blind and weak and recognition, friendship wa all that I really ever seeked with shoulder bones of gold you reached into me and saw something old saw something untouched by the hardships that has the power to turn something beautiful decreppid and old not that Ib havet havent felt the shiver of the cold by my own small fraction of foolishness because I listened to what this life had shown but all the while I thought of you even while others ran me through this same kindness isnt wasted on you it gives me great pleasure to do all of this for you because you dont look down on me yu see yoursef in my glee and I see a young god with a youthful nourished body from the glitters its mind contains like a wise stag, you've lived your ife as not to shame the wisdoms and truth carried in your name you make love to me my wounds you clearly see My lovliness dare not loosen themselves from me my spirit is wise and its beauty its heart its demise but I am safe with you making love from behind my thighs I am recognized for the creature I really am not the kind to still be walking the land but with your face in mine my eyes flicker with a hope, completely consolidated by your firm touch your firm kiss upon my soft halo we are the same creature
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May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 6:57 AM UTC
we are the same creature
Well, you'll pobablly be in another womans arms in the years to come but that doesnt faze this thing welling that runs through the tunnels and the funnels of this heart my love because it gives me conviction when you are weak it gives you the loving that you seek and yours like chemistry it gives me the wish fullfillment, the dream I'd always wanted to meet you are my sorrows dry the tear drops from tears separated from thier highest fate transmuted from young coal to old gold you bring something with you with that pride welled up in your heart ike a wise kind serpant that only seeks to help only seeks to pleasre it self to helping me and those who are comming you have the ancients in those eyes considerable, and powerful they recognize the same power inside me I didnt need your acknowledgment for it to be here but without it I wouldnt be here it would die whith te last morsels of my heart to a kindly but devious part Ive been called from the old story books, then when the gods were our best of friends but now I am here in a world that is no longered catered to because of fear the children are blind and weak and recognition, friendship wa all that I really ever seeked with shoulder bones of gold you reached into me and saw something old saw something untouched by the hardships that has the power to turn something beautiful decreppid and old not that Ib havet havent felt the shiver of the cold by my own small fraction of foolishness because I listened to what this life had shown but all the while I thought of you even while others ran me through this same kindness isnt wasted on you it gives me great pleasure to do all of this for you because you dont look down on me yu see yoursef in my glee and I see a young god with a youthful nourished body from the glitters its mind contains like a wise stag, you've lived your ife as not to shame the wisdoms and truth carried in your name you make love to me my wounds you clearly see My lovliness dare not loosen themselves from me my spirit is wise and its beauty its heart its demise but I am safe with you making love from behind my thighs I am recognized for the creature I really am not the kind to still be walking the land but with your face in mine my eyes flicker with a hope, completely consolidated by your firm touch your firm kiss upon my soft halo we are the same creature
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When,when did it become alright to harass people that are different When is it ever alright to harass anybody whether different or no Let me ask you something when was the last time you got harassed or pushed around, did it feel good no did you want to do something about it of course but did you no why because people say your not so you don't iam no saint I've been harassed before and didn't do anything about you know what II did that was better nothing nothing not because they said i wouldn't but because i knew if i did it would only cause more trouble for i am not saying walk away every time someone confronts you but stand up for yoursef once in awhile or everytime if your a trouble maker Every time you don't stand up for yourself it's like your beating yourself up along with them
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Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 12:51 AM UTC
Untitled
Who will hug your brother, Who will walk the dog, Who will help your mother, And talk all night long, Who will your best friend call, When she's feeling down, Who will be there for them, If you let yoursef drown.
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Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 7:09 AM UTC
Don't Go
like a pad lock your heart is trapped by misery once the lock is cut you find joy in the light your approval matters more than the hating masses taking yoursef to the next level experience new the old doesnt work try new experience something different everyone hurts and has problems some handle the situation better than others one day everyone will be able to say they have done it or experienced the goals they have set life is not boring but has its delays trying might hurt but failure is nothing onces you have been there more than once not trying is painful because yu never left wondering they lock you out or you feel locked in take the time to figure out an escape route in or out find the way that suits you best keep fighting for whats yours lead the protest never settle never give up keep working one day you wont have to worry about locks becasue open and free leads to oppurtunity
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Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 11:35 PM UTC
locked out
In some point of your life, Which has been pain of your living. It can be at any point of your life... A sudden refresh of all yoursef, Pops up as a regular coincidence. Suddenly, all the weight of painful Memories, thoughts, feelings are gone. As well as potent satistafaction, Becomes the field of your experience. You feel like you are returned to First home of humans, Garden of Eden. Even you are looking to the Boringly plains of detesting White walls of your home Or in the middle of the tedious lesson. You feel like you are in the heaven. Vast skies of azure, Vast plains of shamrock. Or the forest of complex Red pine... Between the leaves a light ball shines. It feels like a dream, But concentration to atmosphere is So high that it is More factual than a dream. Purple azure skies, Candy red sun sets as a single god, In rainbow of oranges and yellows. Or you may be in the space, Gazing thousands of Little glittering color In the vast darkness. A nearby yellow star shines As well as reveals thousands of Spheres in vast colors, Each of them an infinite heaven With infinite liveliness. Than you realize that all pain is gone. You are refreshed, calm, in pleasure In the highest forms. Than you also realize that, All of these is just a dream. Imagined stuff being creation of you. Even you attempt to leave Beacuse of its fakeness, You find the hardship in leaving. Because it is the music You are dying for hearing it. Know that it doesn't come form Your cushiony headphones. Remember, that's the thing You are striving for. The complete well being of All yourself, all your senses! But the case is We have big flows of energy In our complex pathways of Neural circuits and spiritual fields, Avoiding the strenght of good To hold us in good. Because we laboured ourselves to Live painful and weak lives Just sake of survival. So our brains are more able to Suffer than satistfy, More capable to experience and be Bad rather than good. What's avoiding this is the Unconditional stabilization of The experience of the good. Owingly, Even when the whole world is hellish; You are the shine of the heaven, Refreshing heights of elegance, content Than you ask, how to do this. I say; become that wholly, Unconditionally, Without any negative and bad. If you still ask the same question, Follow me! Just follow me! Continuously, unconditionally! This is all you need. As the result, you will feel the Depths of positive flow of love, Heights of infinite continuous pleasure, Taste of sweetest sweet without sweet. In all of your life, unconditionally. Even when everything is Going painfully, badly, wrongly. I call it the nectar!
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Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 2:39 AM UTC
Beauty in the Hell 2
In some point of your life, Which has been pain of your living. It can be at any point of your life... A sudden refresh of all yoursef, Pops up as a regular coincidence. Suddenly, all the weight of painful Memories, thoughts, feelings are gone. As well as potent satistafaction, Becomes the field of your experience. You feel like you are returned to First home of humans, Garden of Eden. Even you are looking to the Boringly plains of detesting White walls of your home Or in the middle of the tedious lesson. You feel like you are in the heaven. Vast skies of azure, Vast plains of shamrock. Or the forest of complex Red pine... Between the leaves a light ball shines. It feels like a dream, But concentration to atmosphere is So high that it is More factual than a dream. Purple azure skies, Candy red sun sets as a single god, In rainbow of oranges and yellows. Or you may be in the space, Gazing thousands of Little glittering color In the vast darkness. A nearby yellow star shines As well as reveals thousands of Spheres in vast colors, Each of them an infinite heaven With infinite liveliness. Than you realize that all pain is gone. You are refreshed, calm, in pleasure In the highest forms. Than you also realize that, All of these is just a dream. Imagined stuff being creation of you. Even you attempt to leave Beacuse of its fakeness, You find the hardship in leaving. Because it is the music You are dying for hearing it. Know that it doesn't come form Your cushiony headphones. Remember, that's the thing You are striving for. The complete well being of All yourself, all your senses! But the case is We have big flows of energy In our complex pathways of Neural circuits and spiritual fields, Avoiding the strenght of good To hold us in good. Because we laboured ourselves to Live painful and weak lives Just sake of survival. So our brains are more able to Suffer than satistfy, More capable to experience and be Bad rather than good. What's avoiding this is the Unconditional stabilization of The experience of the good. Owingly, Even when the whole world is hellish; You are the shine of the heaven, Refreshing heights of elegance, content Than you ask, how to do this. I say; become that wholly, Unconditionally, Without any negative and bad. If you still ask the same question, Follow me! Just follow me! Continuously, unconditionally! This is all you need. As the result, you will feel the Depths of positive flow of love, Heights of infinite continuous pleasure, Taste of sweetest sweet without sweet. In all of your life, unconditionally. Even when everything is Going painfully, badly, wrongly. I call it the nectar!
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