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We Will All Know PovertyHearts fooled, fouled, full
Arteries throb, clogged with shadows
With truth, no room for the other
Who is demanding
Who is begging
The self, cut in two
The self can see
No more truth
Clogged with shadows
The good life
All needing now
Gorging on each other
Becoming the other
Poverty, the bifurcation of self
A well heart wealth
Shining Under the SunOntological definition,
Why has life got to be such as mission.
Just let those labels go, dance with me and go with the flow.
The Will to Life or the Will to Power?
Choose the sweet life.
Not the sour.
Self-determination has got to be earned.
Look into you heart.
See what you learn.
Be still in nature.
Let yourself go we are all connected.
Zoom out and see Self-symmetry
Return to your roots
There's no limit to me
Mandlebrot and Julia
Lovers in infinity
Transcend Reality become divinity
Ego nature kills your soul.
You're the subject not the object.
You're the whole.
Don't give into the madness of society.
Be at peace and come with me.
Mental constructs are guides to life.
Don't believe in dogma.
It leads to strife.
The meta-physical we cannot know.
Until our demise.
We reap what we sew.
Love, compassion and not blind hate.
Wisdom not ignorance.
These are goals you should make.
Never forget that we are all one.
Floating on a ball under the sun.
Life the universe we should
Homogenised identityA curd festers on the top of a glass
Floating above the homogenised
Relative and pointing
At the curd
Relative to the curd
Fighting to sink
Under A Gibbous MoonIt was a dark evening, the light of a starkly gibbous moon shone ominously onto a lone Arkham building. A place rooted firmly into one of the more undesirable districts of that cursed city. The light trickled through into its Georgian interior, as if afraid of the dancing shadows it threw forward like devilish spectres. The pointed ears and peaked form of something alien to the world were cast darkly onto Howard Phillip Lovecraft by the softly tortured light. He sat reading the "The Cask of Amontillado", muttering to himself, strange musings punctuated by the curling of his lips. The cat's shadow disappeared and the scene seemed twisted for a moment, silent but for the screams of another world that could be heard echoing in the dark circuitous passageways of his mind.
Lovecraft stared stoically at the aged paper before him, pensive as he ignored this all too familiar experience. He closed the book, self indulgent self hatred and adoration of his erstwhile peer an
Tautological Transposition: As Do IWhen will the will be willing
The mind, like an arrow, goes forth
But strays from its path
Only when true will it happen, peerless, the will
Being fickle and unpredictable, choosing its own path
The path of affectation and the willed path, the duality of man
The nature of it
All contradictions that define
A man of two minds, desire and the desired
All things being equal but different:
I can breathe, yet I do not.
I am existence, yet existence is without me
Arrows fly, dulled points stray
They do not connect.
The great between
Oh the will of it all, the one and of the one
No two exist, separate but connected vessals
I want and I do not
I believe, yet I do not believe
That this mirror stares into
A reflection on the only path, the chaotic path
Self determination and fate, a coexistant possibility
I believe, yet I do not believe
Arrows fly, arcing to their end,
No matter the desired, no matter the outcome:
They always strike their target
They fly, de
AfterAs everyone knows, all good things must come to an end. It is the way of the unending circle of life. This life cycle was no different on this day than any other. On this crisp September morning, morning, a maple tree stood tall, silent, and sturdy, providing shade to anyone who happened to sit underneath. It was quiet in the park, the children had played their daily during the summer were away at school, learning multiplication, spelling, and other such things that one learns in the new school year.
Yes, the park was utterly quiet, aside from the conversing birds, the robin couple arguing with the wrens about who made which nest.
The only other considerable sound was the terrible screaming. Screaming of who, you ask? Not who, but what.
The maple tree-which we previously mentioned- being a deciduous tree, had suddenly lost its grip on one of its hundreds of energy factories—or leaves, if you prefer. This certain leave had known for weeks that its unavoidable death was comin
Tines for the studentsYou were in class when the teacher hands every one a human she said you can do what ever u want with the human but no killing them so what we'll you do with your human girl/boy
Mystery islandYou were on a airplane with one of your friends when they pan had to land on some island and once it landed every one got out. That's when every one realizes that's everything is huge. What we'll you do
1) find a place to hide
2) find a giant
3) switch your the giant
If your the giant
You were walking one day when you see a tiny airplane landing what we'll u do
1) go see it
2) find a mate
3) make them your slaves
18+ is allowed but no killing my oc
Shrunken at a gymYou got shrunk at a women's/ men's gym what we'll u do
Anything can happen 18+ is allowed if wanted
Taxi Grave yard the Horizons vistor
In the weak hours of dawn I faintly hear the annoying rasping of excitingly droning knocks on my taxis glass window. Being woken up on a constant basis by this shit really gives me abnormal hours of sleep equaling… these kids give me a headache. I get up out from the pile of books, and the crunched state I was sleeping in. In the back of my taxi I put my hand to my head to regain my senses looking over I crank down the window. Peering out I see a gaggle of teenage dracobuse’s I’m twenty-one man but these guys make it seem like I’m a grandpa! I ask em
“What” and one of them a young girl with long light pink hair, purple pleated mini skirt, and developing wings comes running close to the window
“Hey Logen! There’s a gang of incubuses across the fence!” She says gasping for air “Their playing bomb ball and kicking it into the fence and climbing on it they told us to buzz off ” I look up surprised
Winter WonderlandI disapprovingly look out over the desolate white expanse. The brutally cold winter had reduced it to almost nothing. The flowers, grass, and plants that used to flourish in the spring and summer had been reduced to dry, brown masses in the fall that are now fully concealed by a large blanket of snow.
I inhale the crisp breeze that plays with the short, chestnut locks of my hair. It seems to wake up my senses as I trudge through the powder. I take a second glance. This time, instead of whitewashed nothingness, I see magnificence. The sparkling, crystal beauty of the scene is awe-inspiring. The way the colorless light reflects off of the shining icicles is almost like prisms, casting long rainbows along the drifts. The tall pine trees in the glade are covered in minute icy formations that extend into breath-taking masterpieces of frost.
I continue to walk through, feeling somewhat guilty of spoiling the picture perfect site. I smile to myself as I think that just moments ago, if I had n
Shades of Yellow and WhiteBrush stroke down. Back up. Down to the left. Back up. Down to the right. Ten seconds to dry. Clear coat.
Most of the color in Jenny’s Nails is shades of pale. The polish itself ranges from crimson to azure - but in general, the customers come in one variety, save an occasional rich brown or overdone orange.
These women leave with gleaming, perfect crescents on their fingertips. Intricate designs shine at cocktail parties, gleam at PTA meetings, peep shyly out of soapy latex gloves.
Jenny leaves work with rough yellow hands and dull, square nails. They’re more practical.
Same, yet different (Dating Equality Poem)Same, Yet different in reception.
Now this is coming from a guy from the church.
Something of merit, something i should say is worth.
So I have a question for those of the same sex?
Do you guys like being hurt, being repressed?
No, well i feel yeah it can be a pain.
But not so much for those who think it's great for a dame to be a on a dame.
And yes you heard that right so please try to understand.
That i feel it's wrong to belittle a man who wishes to be with a man.
Now i say that on account that i am a guy
So please hear my opinion and don't let your minds go array.
Now i can understand that girls can be cute and pretty and such
But that is no excuse for the mind to go a muck
When two guys are doing what they like to do
The world wants to go into one big hullabaloo.
It's wrong, unfair, being okay with guys should ride
if you don't like it so much, why do lesbians get to slide?
Oh right, because it pleases man, where have i heard that before?
In some patriarchal empire from about 1564
Humble me SensieHong Kong in 1978. The set of a new movie: Monkey hand. Dragon paw. During a recess in filming a stuntman approached the star martial artist. "Sensei, I wish to challenge you. Humble me and make me a better man".
The Sensei was no good man, "I put two of you down yesterday. Will you never learn," he spat. As his challenger was stood head bowed the Sensei launched at him with a vicious side kick aimed through his head at his neck, an attack that could cripple a man.
The challenger allowed gravity to do his work, as his body fell forward towards the ground. At the bottom of his roll he tackled the Sensei he had shown utmost respect for, with a scissor assault at his single standing leg, forcing him to the ground.
The challenger used the momentum to launch himself back to his feet. He said to the Sensei's amazed eyes, "humble me Sensei," as he brought an axe kick around and down upon his chest.&
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