I have less to show those who think such,
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In forms long and boring like this one questions the very heart of a piece of a paper.. where ,. does it start or end?
hyperlinks are cool too I guess except didn’t they do that automatically before?
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HOpe that works
This is what it is like,
In a future where nothing but lines are linear,
Functioning, Wholly,
Developed nations speak to eachother,
Show them what it is like,
On side missions they share stories about happiness,
One time, this other guy new what I was sad for,
got me back on track I say,
Made you a soldier probably,
Amazing man he was
Just finished studying my logic
Days passing like robotic emblems,
Matching a tone of playful melodies,
Only melodic because they move like you,
tripped up by beauty,
Among a rainforest rich with life beyond that of everyday city,
Run, Run, Run, and you find more richness of life beyond your scope,
Ending your life here is simple,
Re-adjust and forget the life you once knew (at least try,
Memories keeping minds warm,
Different for those who lives here began,
Scoping a reality of only pure rich architecture,
Never expanding your existence beyond the processes around you,
Magic,
Happens Here,
‘’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’ /
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——–Written word
Dialects dependent upon texture,
Nothing but beauty,
Stumbled upon never,
Just known
a picture of itself on a line,
Read in pleasant places
distinctions made about the why you went this way,
what that way was all about,
Into a place of plenty,
Yearning to be filled to the brim,
Never but a dream,
Endless motion to create a place of maternal passage,
Mysteries divided,
Courage, Respect,
Words forgotten upon pressure,
The end…. its never near where its supposed
To Be,
The world famous.
An antiquary of sorts,
Looking for applique fossils,
Apprise others of such discoveries,
Skipping lowbrows in the process,
Committers being a group of louts,
As if such an act was a lucrative job,
My job is a travail,
Making out a treatise with the devil,
Living in trepidation until the blood is sealed,
Moving into a tripe of the goat,
You could say once these people are found,
The next phase is more of a labial job,
In order to succeed one must use laborious force,
Being a captain among landlubbers,
Overwrought with hearing a story,
As if singing a paean,
Suddenly the job changes once more,
Assuming the roll of a palmistry,
Leaving the other party in paralysis,
Then being a jocky,
You move the person to a paddock,
The day is over,
In a way a certain order is restored.
Blindfolded statues Hold Truths many cannot begin to practice. EO
Made the news yesterday,
Didd you see it?
Were you suprised?
I fucking made it,
No one believes me,
I won’t be doubted ever again,
My lies now ring true,
Stupid fuckers,
What else could I do?
Do you know who I am now?
Yeah, thats right,
the motherfucker in the news,
Thats me,
Always remembered,
Never forgotten,
Now fuck off,
I am famous,
If even for moment,
The day has come,
From fake as fuck,
To a real motherfucker,
I am that fucking guy.
News coverage exposes the needs for a copycat to fulfill American Desires. EO
Some days I wish it were true,
Others seem to be more real,
Time still impossible to overcome,
Moreover I fade into dark,
Succumbing to the depths of immorality,
Evil feeding on my soul,
Until my soul becomes the eater,
Devouring clusters of others purity,
Company a miseries beckoning,
Stale until enlightened by chaos,
My world the turning of opposites,
Scoping the lividity of others,
Preying on the neediest times,
Feasting into the succulent fibers of desperation,
More company,
Long lasting consequences of giving up,
Finding what you wanted all along perhaps,
Just another one of those days,
Trapped behind the door leading to a tomorrow,
Keeping myself dead until life is worth it.
Made you Think Twice and forever it can never be just like that One Time. EO
Trail leading nowhere. I adjust myself. I timidly stand before the curvatures of a destiny. Nail planted foot after planted foot. Hitting marks of gratitude with every grinded stone flinging out into the world’s space. Each rock landing in a new universe of dirt. Mini-asteroids, carrying stories of travel. Too, excited and beaming with knowledge they awkwardly fall with intensity. Explosions of energy echo out and wreckage ensues a vast possibility of infinite. 100% flow of constant energy. Never being created nor destroyed. Changing forms—Stored-to-usable. Little shrapnel lost as heat. Much like human brain synapse. Full usage blowing up planets of varying magnitudes.
Pure energy
Streamlines of thoughtful etiquettes
Vortexes crossed
Expanding dimensions
Capturing one still image
A beacon
Shorelines of boats
Lost
Finding this hub
And crossing into the fourth
Here they look
Seeking Sanctum
Call it void
But they are saved
Miraculous perhaps
Overlooked for certain
Amidst it all
Energy
Serving purpose
Forgot the details
Some mishap
Miscount rather
Taking eight fucking years to figure out
Some hedges..
Make it a bush
What’s the diff
He made it
No one called and complained
And if they did
It was silenced
We sat back
Saying yeah that’s fucked up
Waited it out
Saw horrible times get worse
And now we look ahead
Wondering how to save our selves
Who do we trust?
A future so unpredictable
Children as we are
Scared of trying times
Once again I would like to remind everyone
You are a fucking human
Do your job and fucking think
IF you can’t think
Then you don’t exist
So, Get real and get excited
Because like myself
The power is in your motherfucking hands
Use it to shape
Mold reality
Show the next generation how proud you are
And How proud you will be
To pass on humanity
Call out
Remember me
I’ll answer
Say hello
Uh-huh
Ya for sure
Oh ok
Yup
Alright, Catch you later
One quick reality check
Simple digit dialing
Its real
One voice showing love
Warming homes
Keeping culture
Crusting friendships
People need each other
Take the first blind step
Be there
Hold a hand
Shape the future
Be a real person
And you will be a leader
Lessons learned
Funny times
Diaries
Like children
Scared visions
Detailed theories
Minds of infinite
They are Here
Sharing themselves
Told they need to grow
But they are the holders
Of things many have outgrown
Themselves to wise
Words gone by
Time sold out
They forget
How free it was
How chained they are
You can teach a child
But the old are deaf
Who is better off?
In time we’ll forget
