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after all
the street is wet and windy
the very pavement slabs uneven with
you holding my hand I still worry
I might fall and take you with me
the very pavement slabs uneven with
you holding my hand I still worry
I might fall and take you with me
#anxiety
#love
#weakness
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a beast of burden
he sold the horse to buy the cart;
but then, of course, although he was loth,
he had to sell the cart, at a
reduced price, to buy himself
a donkey, which he saw as something of
a substitute for both ..
but then, of course, although he was loth,
he had to sell the cart, at a
reduced price, to buy himself
a donkey, which he saw as something of
a substitute for both ..
#ShortStory
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YOU'VE A BEAUTIFUL PAIR
#erotic
#women
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No One Knows
Bone
Cone
Hone
Lone
Pone
Tone
Zone
None
Done
Gone
Cone
Hone
Lone
Pone
Tone
Zone
None
Done
Gone
#dialogue
#philosophical
#PowerOfWords
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Upsized
So Jews run Congress
Why be surprised?
That 'woken' Right
Just opened their eyes?
Power mad Blues
Ate Zionist pies
It'll be the same dance
By the Red ties
A new set of clowns
Aping new lies
Both parties dance
For Berger with fies.
Why be surprised?
That 'woken' Right
Just opened their eyes?
Power mad Blues
Ate Zionist pies
It'll be the same dance
By the Red ties
A new set of clowns
Aping new lies
Both parties dance
For Berger with fies.
#corruption
#deception
#politics #power
#politics #power
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The joys of ecstasy
I can't stop dancing to the funky funky beat
I can't stop dancing to the funky funky beat
The lights are flashing and I gotta move my feet
I can't stop dancing to the funky funky beat
My t shirts wet
It's soaked in sweat
The lights are flashing and I gotta move my feet
I can't stop dancing to the funky funky beat
My hands are in the air
And I don't care
My t shirts wet
It's soaked in sweat
The lights are flashing and I gotta move my feet
I can't stop dancing to the funky funky beat
I can't stop dancing to the funky funky beat
The lights are flashing and I gotta move my feet
I can't stop dancing to the funky funky beat
My t shirts wet
It's soaked in sweat
The lights are flashing and I gotta move my feet
I can't stop dancing to the funky funky beat
My hands are in the air
And I don't care
My t shirts wet
It's soaked in sweat
The lights are flashing and I gotta move my feet
I can't stop dancing to the funky funky beat
#happiness
#love
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Sanctuary
These white halls of pure light essence;
All doors lead the same.
For my resolve, your evanescence does flicker.
Marbled slave irony.
The rain drop falls in sweetened silence until the peace breaks the puddles ripped violence.
Oh dear finality,
My sanctuary.
Outside the world is so cold.
And whiter then home.
The bite makes bitter and the cold fights sinners in justice trials and won.
I want to be warm forever, shield me in your ever dream filled arms;
Never let me flee the white and red halls and quiet hushed calms.
I...
All doors lead the same.
For my resolve, your evanescence does flicker.
Marbled slave irony.
The rain drop falls in sweetened silence until the peace breaks the puddles ripped violence.
Oh dear finality,
My sanctuary.
Outside the world is so cold.
And whiter then home.
The bite makes bitter and the cold fights sinners in justice trials and won.
I want to be warm forever, shield me in your ever dream filled arms;
Never let me flee the white and red halls and quiet hushed calms.
I...
#memories
#peace
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SATIVA
I found her in a gutter—or was it by the road?
A place no puppy should ever call home.
Small and shivering, she stumbled through dust,
a beige bundle of fur, cloaked in ticks and mistrust.
Jesse begged, pleaded, vowed she'd care,
Her voice carried promises, heavy with air.
No leash, no collar, no history to bind—
Just a stray, and a thought: She’s ours to find.
June 17th, she came to stay,
A tiny life, beige as dawn’s first ray.
No bigger than the palm of a grown man’s hand,
Yet she filled a void we didn’t understand.
...
A place no puppy should ever call home.
Small and shivering, she stumbled through dust,
a beige bundle of fur, cloaked in ticks and mistrust.
Jesse begged, pleaded, vowed she'd care,
Her voice carried promises, heavy with air.
No leash, no collar, no history to bind—
Just a stray, and a thought: She’s ours to find.
June 17th, she came to stay,
A tiny life, beige as dawn’s first ray.
No bigger than the palm of a grown man’s hand,
Yet she filled a void we didn’t understand.
...
#dogs
#love
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Coming for Us
The animals are coming for us
In a distant forest some campers set up for dinner
The land the trees are set up for some disasters
All of our vanities expose us to making wrong decisions
We sit in a forest where climate change comes to us
Comes to midnight let’s go to bed in our tents
All we hear is nature talking to us
But we miss the message we think like Kings upon the forest
What we see is Mother Nature Raging saying
Your so small your insignificant
I’m a tsunami sending waves of...
In a distant forest some campers set up for dinner
The land the trees are set up for some disasters
All of our vanities expose us to making wrong decisions
We sit in a forest where climate change comes to us
Comes to midnight let’s go to bed in our tents
All we hear is nature talking to us
But we miss the message we think like Kings upon the forest
What we see is Mother Nature Raging saying
Your so small your insignificant
I’m a tsunami sending waves of...
#environment
#mother
#nature #revenge
#nature #revenge
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Something or Other.
I'm always at my best.
By myself.
And, if you plumb these.
Fathomless depths.
Of my inner life.
You'll find all of my.
Hyperbole.
I use to comfort me.
I coulda been something better.
Than a failed poet.
Who never wrote a good word.
At least I like to think I tried.
But, really.
I was just screaming at myself.
An empty head full of pointlessness.
Facts, theories, ideas.
Tepid facile fraudulent half thought out fantasies.
And, my friend.
If you find yourself in my...
By myself.
And, if you plumb these.
Fathomless depths.
Of my inner life.
You'll find all of my.
Hyperbole.
I use to comfort me.
I coulda been something better.
Than a failed poet.
Who never wrote a good word.
At least I like to think I tried.
But, really.
I was just screaming at myself.
An empty head full of pointlessness.
Facts, theories, ideas.
Tepid facile fraudulent half thought out fantasies.
And, my friend.
If you find yourself in my...
#anxiety
#bittersweet
#confusion
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Ego Found
I sought you, looked for you
in strange places, while I decayed
My ego
The wholeness of my self
The fullness of my being
And now, I stride, and sing,
and gaze, chuffed, at mirrors
in strange places, while I decayed
My ego
The wholeness of my self
The fullness of my being
And now, I stride, and sing,
and gaze, chuffed, at mirrors
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
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Disconnected
Disconnected
Disconnected but searching for something
You’re in the car electric driving home not a tesla
Hear the phone look down but its almost empty
Lift the console look for my plug i cant find it
In a car not made of combustion im searching
Find the cord the lifeline we all the sudden seem to need
Plug it in my cars wheels slow down im coasting
Seems technology isn’t all its made to be so i
Lift the handle release the latch but the doors lock
Screaming down the Autobahn...
Disconnected but searching for something
You’re in the car electric driving home not a tesla
Hear the phone look down but its almost empty
Lift the console look for my plug i cant find it
In a car not made of combustion im searching
Find the cord the lifeline we all the sudden seem to need
Plug it in my cars wheels slow down im coasting
Seems technology isn’t all its made to be so i
Lift the handle release the latch but the doors lock
Screaming down the Autobahn...
#cars
#environment
#technology
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