Hurriedly on my way to a meeting, I met a pause in the hallway - She wore my crooked smile While I carried my anxiety My arms full of notebooks Scattered pages poking out Dog-eared and dirty with use An agenda of worries I continue to write minutes - Hours of concerned intentions Drawn forth by my worn pen tip From a dark inkwell of insecurity Contracts I write with myself I envied that pause - Moving counterclockwise She had so much time To breathe
I haven't the technological skill to highlight, Yet sculpter. I adore that writing of yours on the previous !page. Very strong in right of harmlessness in my view. I like your writing too Liebling, allows me to word enjoy the word inkwell, to return ideas related to creation of ink, & the many tools being used to utilize ink before the 'pen.....now I am passing through the fields of life facet only to return to my here and now, Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! that I am a writer too Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!. I standardly write that a being would be warm when reading, not getting stuck in bias quintesentialism. a spoem-defined as songpoem of prosaica Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! *Livingly is born* A lovely being told meeeee religion is fictionnnnnnnnnn I just smiled and said yay,,Life is more important................................... and the friend said.............................. I knowwwwwwwwwwwww that's why I got me rainbow shoes.................... and a spectrum voice and my friend wrote the word lifening on my 501blues livingly was born ahahah hah skipped too m' loo with the good earned cash we earned from realtime........ had a great Sunday...............aforenoon afore returning to work.. we'd meeeet again, after eight with goodwill in our pockets lifening we born Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
I like your poem, the way you use separations and extend words is really interesting to me. Well done. Winter Confusion the sound of wind gathering up muster blowing potential drops to splatter form coats of ice on the windows to my soul trapping me inside my fragile warm shell while piles of snow coalesce quietly burying me in lonely silence the world disconnected doesn’t even know I am shaking like the west coast made weak by the shifting planet depleted of resources its suitors unconscious of the wounds struck deeply I feel cored open my tears like lava weeping to the surface
The other day upon the stair I met a man who wasn't there He wasn't there again today God! I wish he'd go away
Altering time A minute stretched golden Into hours of soft unabridgedness Moments we remember Being Like breathing Naturally in unison A chorus of sycophantic seconds Melting the clock A encomium of eons We can touch the sun It's rays ageless to our body Absorbed not reflected Parsimonious happiness Our skin cools We forget the minute Minute in its ocean Of infinite nihility Construct time A gauge of notions Sense of place in existence Sans logic A mere marking Hour after our Last heartbeat Just another tick Erased Only held in memorium The sense of which Makes no room for time
Greed Fails there are people, whom runnnnnnnnn and runnnnnnnnnn in life demanded by archaic choice of perception...... delaying principle progress in more ways than acceptable......... users using people that aren't users taking from beings whom know that taking from others is wrong. lay your weary archaic behavioral war to end..... for fighting doesn't bring progress like ethic does........... some think they are right, and they can't offer valueable words when they are acceded with greater principle words, and their choice for insecurity or pompousness........ !ceceede to contemplate worth can only be done solely to ascend failed supremacy attitudes....... confession of failure apply's to some apology doesn't work unless their is a mutually freeing ethic spaken or written. For a being to choose away from the idea of humaneity in his or her herency, or he whom chooses another away from the liberty is he whom was runnnnnnn or rannnnnnnnnn
Olde Spice An long long time ago an whale posed passed on what seemed 'food and land for free Herenow odds are variable an whale these days may lay passedoceansgrey lay passed in hap of land it's vast... like a...... _*_ .......... newmark (bigger than an is_land.......). it liked to float around for a time.... it liked to lay at stop, and allow the muds to name it's passing en' garde of new land....bigger than an island Yet as....the eye that takes too much surfices such parahde.. eating, a gaven again. it's like a human alcohol liquor nutritive plan of technological accessorizing, excessive economy..tic tacking....industrialization.......... little human behavioral perfection.. sooooo little and such much ineffectuality where such really need be. Wellthen back to the brokerage with all the romantic titles and steeds of archaic resign, of bustleing hedges and ne'er aven a ride, of what is basic..... 1=1 +.. A=Z now what is inbetween in human matters, never has been quite acceptable. The space of life is Life, either making it )life( or weaning it a way, I sale in will of Life. Good is a blessing one is to create... ?!how is it we've ridden so faaaar... is what these days we seek to amend........... some never way away from the sum. 1 is 1 = so it is. that one isn't another and each isn't same humans are will of earths survival in a way never'a whole day spent, of choosing engarde of perhaps missing a walk outside. _ (human) = (nature) human nature is far from equal to the rights of the divinity of naturalaw, therefore we lifeing to our gift of presence as mattering beings midst the gift of human life as it 'is In satients, a sapient being, is wrongly homogenous if choosing too long too far away from sentience. one cannot quite author under sentience of substance therefore matter Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! isn't always substantial... thereof to choose fairty ahead of disdain. the recommendation was just spice relative to the idea of vegetarianism..... now a tarian is aeria of christing in thinking and writing for variable assured certainty...... beginning anything a.. eternal right.. is perfect... homogenous ..choice... isn't really human. a child used to be refered to as a Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! sapien = . and words do seem as archaic as unfound pertinence from time to time" )history used to be defined as -archaiya what is no longer is gone what never was quite right, doesn't and somewhat didn't quite exist.. therefore presence is valuable...only of it's value The exemplar for human creativity, isn't a bad equation: 1+1=1 g'day mates of lifening and livingly en' rite of le' planet 'earth. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! one day at a time I life n' make life ne'ver leaving anything to pale and dye n' make myself go outside n'ever leaving anything to pale and dye. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!..
.".Ago It was like today.". before the reigns came. busying in the wrong way. then some oneaday. it was of. when a littlewhale of piece of unhoused land is gaven housery. and one knows tagging animals ended at the doctor dolittle production. pulling land,, is that which is newhouse of ?what design. a cherished something or other......>.. nhow is it all just sets itself,.. ohhh somewhat ave afore. Oh' the travest of uspscaleing while basic' law becomes has become so ''excessively shy of basics. hectic the hill o' what would the monument of truth really say if it could speak. .Of whenst land had been of different name.
changes* happy birthday to me. happy birthday to me. this day is the eleventh of the first month of the year. I know how olde' am I, I know how olde am I. as time moves forward,, anyone can sing this happy birthday song.. for then I can sing now.... happy birthday to you happy birthday to you... perhaps finding an olde' happy birthday song, again.. makes the whole idea of ''you a little nicer. happy birthday to me.. to me as you need never fall away from the idea of 'the beauty of truth' 'structure and day.
The Pale Rider The righteous will fall And darkness shall rise I destroyed them all I must kill to survive My legacy shall be written in blood The screams of the dying come forth in a flood No man or god with be safe from my wrath If you wish to die than stand in my path No mercy will come to those that i find Are you so certain I'm out of my mind? Let it be known, that death has come The end is near, for i will spare none I am the Pale Rider, the soldier named Death Remember my face, for i own your last breath There's no redemption for those who are damned There's no resurrection for those of this land Now hear my cry I'm taking command It's time to die To purge this dark land The glory of man shall never me seen For the glory of man, was only a dream Darkness will rise The righteous will fall I am the Pale Rider I answer the call. Nathaniel Thomson
The Eternal Battle of the Wits Quarter wits view things from one perspective alone while half wits see things in two colour monochrome. Three quarter wits see things in a third way while few can see all four colours anyway. Some entirely witless unfortunates devoid of any original thoughtfulness champion judgements made through three quarter wits cautiousness. Witless advice from three quarter wits is unfit when it recommends promoting quarter wits, to wit. Soon all the half wits appear very blue only one shade of colour when previously there were two.
The continuance of strife. my achievement of and by mentioning to valuable people valueable things to end strife, makes me feel better about whom I am. Some people demand that I have hidden or repressed emotional issues, of classical range. not really, I rather be a more balanced individual. I have no need for aggressive emotions, for I reason. And I work on myself by honoring the practicality's of life to stay of worthy perception. and therefore feel comfortable that I am not the only one whom has this confidence. Yet I'm sleepy after a days work for the idea of the reach towards greater humaneity. Ah the choice to look at strifes of life for the subjective matter and with reason' matter to change strifes of existence. Violence isn't a human right really it isn't, and doesn't bring any progress, all it does is stagnate what greater basic structurist worth, can save us and our fair planet. aside from the work for worth. Ah I am greatful for worths like clothing, food, and my work of fair earning for a place to live midst a new day of sunshine, even the blessing of a grey rainy day kissed by sunshine far away my trust so close to me I go outside and take a walk breath of fresh air, see trees and decide life is heaven. so much work, so much unnecessary lonliness feels I been for so long, seeing my life worth midst my struggles for integrity isn't difficult. maybe I might take a cigarette, hmm just to puff not really inhale and decide hmm..life is heaven.. after a days effort. strife needn't be a continuance, what beauty, Ah life isn't a question.
Agreed. Somnolence Eyes closed, scythe in hand… Nihilistic no man’s land… Tapestries frayed… Life underplayed… Participating in an ideal… Happiness or an Achilles heel…? Two template lobes meet… Separating chaff from wheat… Subjective contours fronted… The hunter and the hunted… The most holy purpose bereft… Two in field, one taken, and one left. Symphony of thoughts… Come now. Connect the dots. There’s no mistake. Life’s glorified for its own sake. Backwards rowing… Never knowing… How many forgotten days…? Hello World! Hip-hip…array.
The Most Beautiful World in the World Harry Nilsson You come to the end and the light there is dimmer The chances are slimmer of findin' your way You find that you stay out of trouble and danger 'Cause everything's stranger than it used to be You're a scary old place out there, world But I couldn't be happy without you And I swear all my thoughts are about you The most beautiful world in the world Well, the light can be bright there and everything right there The end of the night there might be a big band Or a heavenly choir or it might be the fire But no matter what happens, I bet, it's okay You're a scary old place out there, world But I couldn't be happy without you And I swear all my thoughts are about you The most beautiful world in the world Your mountains when you're mad Your rivers when you're sad and those deep blue seas I love you for your snow, your deserts down below I love the way you wear your trees The most beautiful world in the world And though there are times when I doubt you I just couldn't stay here without you So when you get older and over your shoulder You look back to see if it's real Tell her, she's beautiful, roll the world over And give her a kiss and a feel.
..From See The Space.. ohhh my networks of false ideation fighting like idiots, feeding disadvantage for temporary relief far far away from what life and family are and could or can be.. fighting for idiocracy's and ignorantly farther their own disadvantages with ployant upkeeps, and fails.. subjective educate false lean' .'abuse of words .stuckist placation .leisure demands .misuse of materiality excuses for ignorance, denying ones own ignorances 'buckets of emotional demand. appeaseing lack of integrity, whilst realism suffers. exaggerated creationism denying reason humoring itself with immature relation as a value of personality a continuum of accepted aversion identifying itself as if matters of war & illness are ?!natural..... when it is that invent of the beauteous reason of our U.S governments peace corporation !exists.. ?what for the adultish errors that employ drama as a ?!need.............. what book, movie, show, picture, letter, conversation, family or apparent friendship ? demand was really worth neglecting truth........... As truth isn't selfish, harmful, greedy or disadvantageing of others, it is that humans oppress the naturality of the continuum of good with false integrity's therefore limiting representative means with ignorant pleasure prior. often of sentimental bucketry. ahhhh ohhhh adultish !error.
were you one of the Abba singers? a poemethrean remark. you aren't related to anything other than yourself. congratulations.
Split party Representation Apparently it is anyone will accost anyone with insult believing someone is ruining their party or opportune abusing ethics and integrity as a life purpose or friendship or family they actually think they are and have and don't unless they have someone or something to create to bitch about acting as if writing that is saving grace or potential saving grace is a threat because they could party instead party party denying greed as reason for oneselfs insultive lesser educated imploy. O' so trifled about ones rhythm of opportune deferent from it's placated hapland of false family idealsim and friendship loving living in hope and therefore insulting life by letting go going with the flow loving sensual comfort and hateing life self and others is you never really having had, having a lot or not much knowing people yet being far far from life and destroying it for those whom present the simple perfect means. don't do it to for at or about someone else, your killing yourself and life. & hello happy ethic, as ethic is good won't chtu' care to make a word that is valuable your begin of freedom. if your occupation is insulting that your sad that the website or profession isn't party anymore ohhhhh I guess You just another purgacious slutten life hater, that clutters, and coerces. good bye good riddens apparently.
mutiny !?Have you looked!? around.. noticed all vast creations of bulidings. ever wondered. ever look at your own greed. ever look at the word "greed' and what it means to this fair earth, at taste of human preferenceing family is a cute word for humans isn't it!? oooooo look sooo what the human family has afforded itself here on earth. traditions of people hoping to ascend others in their ignorance finding themselves unable to love. human tribalness degrading society and representation, should have ended in 1985. some think it should have ended in 1955. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
*the caust* The slutten emotional need ********************* from safeguard to dial to zest challengeing irish spring out to lever 2000 caressing it's disguises as if to believe the authors personal preferences or escapist problems shimmering through, textbook and life and place access and document exaggeration due to run to human topical getaways disguised as commitment seeking of others to criticize so as to encourage oneself as never having runn anyone or anything other than oneself. people aren't creatures. what does it take to admit to oneself that one is junking the slutten emotional need the gluttonous deference of nude interlude excitements used to escape the embarrassing comforts chosen to encourage what life is and cannot be the prideful placations and interpersonal authorative crassness delegated by impatient choice as if life were a stage that wasn't ?!stolen, by fear, fearing, and hurrying others than oneself to behave curious intrusive presumptive slavishness demanding people with submissive values and missing principles as if being real were a question and life a fucking theatre that one can freely enjoy playing others to avoid what is so easy to ?!!!!!!!!!find. don't bother don't do it such tendency was unwelcome in it's begin.
