#NoPoo Book 1 An ode to Gabriel
A 1000 Years...
I had lived 1000 years with the pretty boys of the dark. Now I have come to Environs Purgatory. A little town of Tudor mansions. Distortions and shadows among the monks who dwell there. I should know. I am the abbot at the monastery. Now practicing a satanic curse of gothic persuasion and orgasmic behavior. I had just recently given a penance to Jane Austen. But that is for another story. "The goats are waiting to be milked."
19.01.2021
7am
#NoPoo
Two months, yesterday
I made it thus far
I walked again
in places
where you walked along
through my eyes
I laughed
at jokes you'd have giggled at
...and it was alright
I remembered
Ease through the day
With me Always My Love
and I will...always.
87
7am
#NoPoo
Two months, yesterday
I made it thus far
I walked again
in places
where you walked along
through my eyes
I laughed
at jokes you'd have giggled at
...and it was alright
I remembered
Ease through the day
With me Always My Love
and I will...always.
87
Anonymous
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A Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Waste
A mind is terrible thing to waste
Millions of thoughts running around in haste
Always thinking of things to do or say
Mentally formatting our sentences with the proper words to pray
I’ve been told to use it
Or you will most certainly lose it
Mental Illness so far away from the base of its home
Internal torture to the mind’s dreadful thoughts as they roam
Medicine assistance puts the mind back on its path
Beautiful thoughts regenerated and not damaged by the grimness of the mind’s wrath
I cannot think straight today
My mind does not want to come out and play
I’m feeling blue
I think I have the brain Flu
Am I losing my mind
I cannot comprehend things from time-to-time
Your familiar face I cannot quite remember
Is it August or is it September
Who are you
My mind feels stuck like glue
I cannot process my thoughts
A dense fog of memories strangled when caught
Dementia or Alzheimer as it’s called
I’ve been there, seen it, and have saw
A painful truth for any family once it’s admitted
Choices dancing in the mind to have this wonderful person committed
Pulling out mementos and old pictures
Praying the mind will renew of its old recognizable fixtures
A deterioration of the mind sure to shrivel in course
A host of lost memories such a sadden remorse
The mind is a vast realm to think of the past
Daydreaming is a trance state that does not last
An idle mind for the moment has surpassed
At times off balance
Nothing heard but silence
Yes it sleeps
Subconsciously who does it meet
Mr. Dreams
Here I am
I’ll comfort the mind as best as I can
A vivid illusion played on the screen of my mind
Placing me in a land way before time
I can remember I was being crowned a Queen
I awaken
Still slightly shaken
A riveting tale unforeseen
Ooh the mind can be so mean
I looked around realizing my mind was playing tricks on me
How great if it could only be
Queen for all time, the emotions feels so right
Not just through the night
I love the feeling from such a beautiful mindful sight
The splendid concept of the mind
Always thinking out the blue at times
Thinking of words to tease
Pleasing, while keeping them on their knees
Play memory games to see who’ll beat
In those moments your mind against yourself, always a tie, no rewarding defeat
Millions of thoughts running around in haste
Always thinking of things to do or say
Mentally formatting our sentences with the proper words to pray
I’ve been told to use it
Or you will most certainly lose it
Mental Illness so far away from the base of its home
Internal torture to the mind’s dreadful thoughts as they roam
Medicine assistance puts the mind back on its path
Beautiful thoughts regenerated and not damaged by the grimness of the mind’s wrath
I cannot think straight today
My mind does not want to come out and play
I’m feeling blue
I think I have the brain Flu
Am I losing my mind
I cannot comprehend things from time-to-time
Your familiar face I cannot quite remember
Is it August or is it September
Who are you
My mind feels stuck like glue
I cannot process my thoughts
A dense fog of memories strangled when caught
Dementia or Alzheimer as it’s called
I’ve been there, seen it, and have saw
A painful truth for any family once it’s admitted
Choices dancing in the mind to have this wonderful person committed
Pulling out mementos and old pictures
Praying the mind will renew of its old recognizable fixtures
A deterioration of the mind sure to shrivel in course
A host of lost memories such a sadden remorse
The mind is a vast realm to think of the past
Daydreaming is a trance state that does not last
An idle mind for the moment has surpassed
At times off balance
Nothing heard but silence
Yes it sleeps
Subconsciously who does it meet
Mr. Dreams
Here I am
I’ll comfort the mind as best as I can
A vivid illusion played on the screen of my mind
Placing me in a land way before time
I can remember I was being crowned a Queen
I awaken
Still slightly shaken
A riveting tale unforeseen
Ooh the mind can be so mean
I looked around realizing my mind was playing tricks on me
How great if it could only be
Queen for all time, the emotions feels so right
Not just through the night
I love the feeling from such a beautiful mindful sight
The splendid concept of the mind
Always thinking out the blue at times
Thinking of words to tease
Pleasing, while keeping them on their knees
Play memory games to see who’ll beat
In those moments your mind against yourself, always a tie, no rewarding defeat
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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NoPoo #53 (01-19-21)
Miserable Cunts (NoPoo 69)
Bitches among the shadows
Talking in whispers
Such a lonely occupation
Weird games played out
By nobody full of self importance
Wouldn't want
To be like them
Drawn into
The wasteland of their minds
Where sporadic thought
Is a rare event
Complicating their life
Smell
The desperation
Rancid stagnant intelligence
Projecting little phobias
A divisive lifeform
Thinking sarcasm is fun
Fuckung creeps
Ignorance
What a great excuse
Hateful mutants
That believe their own hype
Use words as weapons
To hide inadequacies.
In their world
Truth be told
Sad little creatures
Magnifying fears
Miserable cunts
One and all
Talking in whispers
Such a lonely occupation
Weird games played out
By nobody full of self importance
Wouldn't want
To be like them
Drawn into
The wasteland of their minds
Where sporadic thought
Is a rare event
Complicating their life
Smell
The desperation
Rancid stagnant intelligence
Projecting little phobias
A divisive lifeform
Thinking sarcasm is fun
Fuckung creeps
Ignorance
What a great excuse
Hateful mutants
That believe their own hype
Use words as weapons
To hide inadequacies.
In their world
Truth be told
Sad little creatures
Magnifying fears
Miserable cunts
One and all
Written by AspergerPoet56
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Adrift (NoPoo 70)
Skin stings
From the falling tears
The storm
Of emotions
Through wet
Blurry eyes
Heart heavy
A painful ache
Of loss
A death of
Something beautiful
That lay inside
Sorrow
Of a lost connection
Felt in the pit
Of the stomach
Disturbing
Despair
The drifting
On currents
That may never
Meet again
as palpable
As not breathing
From the falling tears
The storm
Of emotions
Through wet
Blurry eyes
Heart heavy
A painful ache
Of loss
A death of
Something beautiful
That lay inside
Sorrow
Of a lost connection
Felt in the pit
Of the stomach
Disturbing
Despair
The drifting
On currents
That may never
Meet again
as palpable
As not breathing
Written by AspergerPoet56
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Dawn’s Early Light
Dawn’s yesterday with a promised tomorrow
Yesterday memories and left behind sorrows
On an express train ride into infinity
Without a sorry, goodbyes, no emotional identities
Nightfall fading in Dawn’s early light left in the sky
So majestic and blue decorated by a rainbow of fate, destiny, and karma’s blissful sunrise
A sunrise full of hope
A sunrise to climb for the greater good, don’t let go of the rope
A sunrise shining in the element of earth’s intellectual surprise
Wrapped with a red bow, a beautiful blessing of presence in disguise
Awaken unto the day with morning, afternoon, and night, words of the wise
A man thinks once, and a foolish man thinks twice, and then creates his own demise
Self-demoralizing of self, it does not get any worse than that one must say
To forgive among a thistle of I’m sorry, yet smile to be among a new day
To pray for peace found within, as we play
On our knees at night we pray
For enlightenment and to expect only the best
The fruit of what we strive for, whereas, we can pass the laws of the universe to the next
Yesterday memories and left behind sorrows
On an express train ride into infinity
Without a sorry, goodbyes, no emotional identities
Nightfall fading in Dawn’s early light left in the sky
So majestic and blue decorated by a rainbow of fate, destiny, and karma’s blissful sunrise
A sunrise full of hope
A sunrise to climb for the greater good, don’t let go of the rope
A sunrise shining in the element of earth’s intellectual surprise
Wrapped with a red bow, a beautiful blessing of presence in disguise
Awaken unto the day with morning, afternoon, and night, words of the wise
A man thinks once, and a foolish man thinks twice, and then creates his own demise
Self-demoralizing of self, it does not get any worse than that one must say
To forgive among a thistle of I’m sorry, yet smile to be among a new day
To pray for peace found within, as we play
On our knees at night we pray
For enlightenment and to expect only the best
The fruit of what we strive for, whereas, we can pass the laws of the universe to the next
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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NoPoo #54 (01-20-21)
Serendipitous birthday wishes (and a 'lil robotic fishing)
Quiet in a brilliant wonder
spectacular poetic glamour
to burrow and burn just right
waves of hushed unassuming
an unidentified golden light
a secret flair of sensual erotic
sheer perfection,
in the most tender of sentimental
meticulous care and ease,
between lines that flow to dazzling please
depth of convictions deep
social justice welcomes his ardent attacks
holding firm to a righteous steep
a character of immovable force
my pride gleams from his particular shining source
perhaps too self deprecating
to which we share that unceremonious trait
my fortune was never more glorious a sing,
than finding myself under a friendly
welcoming robotic wing
day by day
a blossoming of two
from causal to the truest Blue
our bubble
where trust and friendship
forged in poetic fire
allow the better in each other
to flourish brighter
duel hopes
of shared excellence cascade forth,
confirming ours
is a faithful friendship of the highest worth
A sort of epilogue—
AP,
-Your friendship has helped me become a better writer, by challenging myself to always try to meet your standards (Oh that bar!). I have come to understand the intricacies and the reality of actual real friendship. That through all the good and bad, it's about being supportive of one another, regardless of almost anything. Thank you for making me laugh and being so true.
Have the happiest of birthdays!!
Written by Bluevelvete
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1/20/21
9:55am EST
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Chipped Collective (NoPoo 71)
All you zombies
Follow the leader
Skip with glee
They must know
They're out in front!!!
Scurry around
Like headless chickens
What does if matter
Local lockdown
World meltdown
Vaccines be praised
Warning though
This implies immunity
Only protects
Global profits
Remember once jabbed
You're part of the chipped collective
Government experiment
Grown wilder than any
Conspiracy theory
Follow the leader
Skip with glee
They must know
They're out in front!!!
Scurry around
Like headless chickens
What does if matter
Local lockdown
World meltdown
Vaccines be praised
Warning though
This implies immunity
Only protects
Global profits
Remember once jabbed
You're part of the chipped collective
Government experiment
Grown wilder than any
Conspiracy theory
Written by AspergerPoet56
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