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Poetry about life, society and the natural world
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I Never logged out
I think i never logged out.
My account is always open
I never logged out.
It 's what i see whenever i log in again,
which means i do not log in, it's already open
so no need to log in,
I hope its understood. Tell me Billy. Paul,
George or Nancy.or whoever is behind this
" Based on the evidence that- i cant change my password !!! "
My account is always open
I never logged out.
It 's what i see whenever i log in again,
which means i do not log in, it's already open
so no need to log in,
I hope its understood. Tell me Billy. Paul,
George or Nancy.or whoever is behind this
" Based on the evidence that- i cant change my password !!! "
#corruption
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Pipedreams Of A Dragon
We're all secretly failed dragons
Us smokers, and ex smokers
Still hoping that our flames
Will one day ignite
And at last
Fireballs will shoot forth
From our now firey breath
But all we failed dragons can manage
Are wisps, of whispering smoke
Sometimes emitting
Creative circular clouds
That spiral upwards
As they fade away
Like dreams
Rising slowly
From an smouldering briar
by Jemia
Us smokers, and ex smokers
Still hoping that our flames
Will one day ignite
And at last
Fireballs will shoot forth
From our now firey breath
But all we failed dragons can manage
Are wisps, of whispering smoke
Sometimes emitting
Creative circular clouds
That spiral upwards
As they fade away
Like dreams
Rising slowly
From an smouldering briar
by Jemia
#dreams
#fire
#dragons #philosophical
#dragons #philosophical
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poetry art?
Poetry Art
The early-night entertainment that
usually, singers were partly
dedicated to culture
we're told all poets appearing were
know and often read poetry in clubs
(perhaps not in working men's)
the stage was beautifully decorated
with shifting light according to the
drama unfolding
the panel judging their effort were
dressed for the occasion, the public
looked solemn this, was serious
the young men who appeared were
dressed in white suits and white ties
they all had a massive amount of
curly hair....
The early-night entertainment that
usually, singers were partly
dedicated to culture
we're told all poets appearing were
know and often read poetry in clubs
(perhaps not in working men's)
the stage was beautifully decorated
with shifting light according to the
drama unfolding
the panel judging their effort were
dressed for the occasion, the public
looked solemn this, was serious
the young men who appeared were
dressed in white suits and white ties
they all had a massive amount of
curly hair....
#frustration
#greed
#disappointment
#emptiness
#fear
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Unmarked
Watch her as she trembles,
a child of the desert,
eyes like the Oasis of Kadesh
lips parted to the climate
arid, mingled nitrate
praying for freedom
of an open sea
place her on the hay bail
when the night
approaches
and as the dawn comes
and the sun ascends...
Lay her on the pyre
be wary of the sirens,
for her ears are filled
with scarlet
in a land that's plagued
with disease
a child of the desert,
eyes like the Oasis of Kadesh
lips parted to the climate
arid, mingled nitrate
praying for freedom
of an open sea
place her on the hay bail
when the night
approaches
and as the dawn comes
and the sun ascends...
Lay her on the pyre
be wary of the sirens,
for her ears are filled
with scarlet
in a land that's plagued
with disease
#grief
#war
#death
#religion
#morality
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Soft landing
A soft landing
Too good to be true
Gave me peace
And quiet
And hope
So far from imagined hardship
So far from home
So far from bad
So I hoped
Too good to be true
It did not last
But it did replenish me
And give me hope.
But now the fear creeps back
Too good to be true
Too good to be true
Too good to be true?
Too good to be true
Gave me peace
And quiet
And hope
So far from imagined hardship
So far from home
So far from bad
So I hoped
Too good to be true
It did not last
But it did replenish me
And give me hope.
But now the fear creeps back
Too good to be true
Too good to be true
Too good to be true?
#hope
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I imagine the sea
I imagine the sea
Creates the roar
That I hear through the window
Reframing that framed
Window on the world
That at least lets in the sun
And let's me see the clouds
And gives me the strength
To imagine the sea
That saves me from
Despair
Creates the roar
That I hear through the window
Reframing that framed
Window on the world
That at least lets in the sun
And let's me see the clouds
And gives me the strength
To imagine the sea
That saves me from
Despair
#clouds
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A sea of trees
Lost and adrift in a sea of trees,
but unlike water I tread not leaves.
So sink I do into its shade
beneath the hanging masquerade.
So much life from Fuji"s fire
yet stronger still is death's desire.
Listen to their dying pleas,
out there lost among the trees.
Strong of limb and rooted trunk
in forest thick so far I've sunk.
So easily we lose our way,
hear now what the souls will say.
Enter not if you're not strong
the sorrow here is deep and long,
The trees will hold all that you give ...
but unlike water I tread not leaves.
So sink I do into its shade
beneath the hanging masquerade.
So much life from Fuji"s fire
yet stronger still is death's desire.
Listen to their dying pleas,
out there lost among the trees.
Strong of limb and rooted trunk
in forest thick so far I've sunk.
So easily we lose our way,
hear now what the souls will say.
Enter not if you're not strong
the sorrow here is deep and long,
The trees will hold all that you give ...
#suicide
#forest
#trees
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Rosey Lee Mission
Sections of being concentrated.
Connected by a straight line.
Land.
Landed.
Landed on another's land.
Consumer.
Mayonnaise dreams of power.
Divide,conquer and rule the fools.
Till the end of time.
On the twelfth hour.
We'll sell them booze,and rusty trinkets.
In return for their gold, diamonds and land,and knowledge.
Then,as soon as the drink takes hold.
We'll slit their throats,lynch them.
As they watch us rape their women and children.
And then.
Wait for it!
We'll...
Connected by a straight line.
Land.
Landed.
Landed on another's land.
Consumer.
Mayonnaise dreams of power.
Divide,conquer and rule the fools.
Till the end of time.
On the twelfth hour.
We'll sell them booze,and rusty trinkets.
In return for their gold, diamonds and land,and knowledge.
Then,as soon as the drink takes hold.
We'll slit their throats,lynch them.
As they watch us rape their women and children.
And then.
Wait for it!
We'll...
#grief
#abuse
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For Hire-one seat seeking bums.
On a packed train,heaving bodies,stand face-to-face, facing the taste of breath,of each squashed up,sweet smelly bodies. On their way to slave work.
Every seat was taken.
Except,
For the one next to me.
No-one seemed to want to sit down.
At every stop,each passenger that boarded,
first looked at me,
then at the vacant seat.
Their bodies contorted,rigamortise
I began to wonder if it was me.
With my inquisitive broad nose.
(Inherited from my family.)
I delicately,With stealth like precision, ...
Every seat was taken.
Except,
For the one next to me.
No-one seemed to want to sit down.
At every stop,each passenger that boarded,
first looked at me,
then at the vacant seat.
Their bodies contorted,rigamortise
I began to wonder if it was me.
With my inquisitive broad nose.
(Inherited from my family.)
I delicately,With stealth like precision, ...
#rejection
#LifeStruggles
#ignorance
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Are Your Ready My Brothen (The Eighth Wonder Of Enlightment)
This is your time to rise above the clouds and touch the energy of Heaven’s divine
According to the laws of your gravity, nothing last forever, you will one day see in the particles of your sands of time
Rebirth to ascend higher where the nakedness of the flesh, not the original sin
It is the reversal of fortunes from the Garden of Eden, you will be returned as your soul is let in
No fallacies, mistakes
In the pilgrimage of evolution everyone is given their gift of human experience during birth
Your DNA, the mirror of your universal worth ...
According to the laws of your gravity, nothing last forever, you will one day see in the particles of your sands of time
Rebirth to ascend higher where the nakedness of the flesh, not the original sin
It is the reversal of fortunes from the Garden of Eden, you will be returned as your soul is let in
No fallacies, mistakes
In the pilgrimage of evolution everyone is given their gift of human experience during birth
Your DNA, the mirror of your universal worth ...
#sun
#moon
#water
#angels
#spiritual
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Could It Be Illogical Or Bizarre Ideas Or Fantasies
Illusions of torture
(A strong conviction that others, often a vague society are out to get you).
Illusions of suggestion
(event is believed to have a special and personal meaning- Auditory elements, such as a person/people is subjecting your mind to mental messages only you to hear).
Illusions of opulence
(This may involve the belief that you have unusual powers or can reach heights intangible by man such as you can fly).
Illusions of self-control ...
(A strong conviction that others, often a vague society are out to get you).
Illusions of suggestion
(event is believed to have a special and personal meaning- Auditory elements, such as a person/people is subjecting your mind to mental messages only you to hear).
Illusions of opulence
(This may involve the belief that you have unusual powers or can reach heights intangible by man such as you can fly).
Illusions of self-control ...
#MentalHealth
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Every scrape kills
I wanna Fuck my gynacologiest.
She looks like Janet Jackson.
Sweet!
Harry told me,if i do anything and try to leave.
He'll kill me,the kids,and the look-a-like Janet Jackson,between my legs.
I wanted to make him need me. Like before.
I creek my neck and follow her lick lips, suck on her Tits.
Licking her fingers as well.
She scrapes my Cunt walls.
Every scrape kills my spirit.
I try not to laugh.
Yeah,I know,I'm mad!
...
She looks like Janet Jackson.
Sweet!
Harry told me,if i do anything and try to leave.
He'll kill me,the kids,and the look-a-like Janet Jackson,between my legs.
I wanted to make him need me. Like before.
I creek my neck and follow her lick lips, suck on her Tits.
Licking her fingers as well.
She scrapes my Cunt walls.
Every scrape kills my spirit.
I try not to laugh.
Yeah,I know,I'm mad!
...
#sex
#erotic
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