poetry
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Life is about the fuck you’s, the risk taking, the laughs, the fun, the wildness and the days soaked in the rain, covered in mud or laying on your back under a cloudless blue sky with the sun burning down, dreaming of the most amazing things in life, without a care. That’s fun. 😛👍🤣
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Round and round we go Living life like an eternal yo-yo, Living out one life before the next Returning to learn the best, Way to live a compassionate life Ironing out our faults and flaws, Learning how to support the right cause, Hoping to live a life worthy of transcendence, So that we can move…
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Exhale and blow away Thoughts that cause you pain, Deep breaths in And find your peace Don’t take on others blame, Scream and let frustration out Swear and curse and do it loud, But at nobody but at the open air Anger is not a good emotion to share, Unless of course, it is love…
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My mind is uploading vital data And downloading at the right time later, Free of interference and conditioning These are my own unfettered thoughts, I don’t care if you think they could be better Just repeating other’s words would be lesser, This is the truth, do what’s best for you Yes, what improves what we…
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What’s the point in lawsuits for the rich If they’ve done wrong then they should be arrested, Nobody should get to pay their way out of trouble Just lock them all up and do it on the double, As a rule I don’t think doing time pays But because we have no different answers today,…
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Some people masquerade In a toxic fetid display, Full of discrimination and hate They deflect and often deviate, The eyes which settle on them Inevitably causing a scene, Of human pollution so obscene Hoping somehow it will not be seen.
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What is most grotesque And hideously contorted Them a corrupt mind, That lacks love and empathy And bearing a soul, so empty Polluting the generations of time.
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Nature speaks in an eldritch voice Under a chiaroscuro sky that denotes, Concerning times are advancing this way And I see spectres weeping cloaked in grey, Yet I ask who truly knows the plans of time As I ask, if we know the thoughts of the mind, Who try to sculpt and create life in…
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Necromatic yet necrotic I can’t seem as if exotic, Automatic yet systematic I can’t be seen as anything erotic, Emblematic and so static It’s a fertile yet acrid place, In our minds eye it’s creative What we do when we find space.
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She cannot be mastered She is so hard to satisfy, So she engages in freedom And flies off into the sky, She looks for the passion That she desperately wants, To satiate her deepest needs And she doesn’t see that as wrong, And she never tries to hide In facter her husband knows, The journey…
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