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Where Do We Go From Here
And if i fall i fall forever
Deep down into the endless pit, whatever
Soon is now, and always has been
Time is rhythm, quickly seen, quickly never forgiven

One glance back is an instantaneous lifetime
One glance forward, is insured 
Nothing ever changes, everything is the same
We can not change what is written
We will never change our fate

The God is time, is our life, these words on a page
Forgotten anyways, when we vanish one day
Nobody is there, to read our pages
Nobody is here, to share them with us

We are a once sparkling glimmer
And our voice, truly never will be heard, only seen
For what we see, is not the truth of reality
It is only our mind, our brains, that is we

A voice can speak
But a mind creates
And that is where we really are
And that is where the pit will always relate

So when we fall, as we all will and do
We fall forever, whether it be white, gold, green
Black or blue..
Do we even get to choose

May 25 2019
why do we live, if our hearts no longer beat
if we cant see behind our eyes, in our mind
what is this place without imagination or religion
it becomes cold, empty, blank
only death sits there in our thoughts
our only escape, nothing else remains but bones and ashes

 

god eventually forgets us all

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3162214/where-do-we-go-from-here/

 

Spoiler

 

 

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Everything we do

Everything that can be done

Or experienced, already has been

Hasnt it?

Everything that is was

And everything that was is

Is was and is forever

Nothing is new, everything is just recreated

 

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3183128/eternitys-cycle/

 

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I guess the "soul" is our own spin on things
But the idea, the concept, the words, emotions, feelings
Repeating over and over again
Moments, memories, things that just are
Repeated over and over
the loops, eternity really is a fascinating concept
the amount of which the numbers could fill the universe
of how many years eternity is

Humans, in a desperate attempt to become immortal
Strive to exist forever is so many ways
Mostly Procreation, but also art, and historical moments
that inspire that moment, to be repeated over and over
What intelligence, or knowledge, that we learn
Already was known, already shared, lost, regained
Then lost again

the constants of matter, time, space, reality
Mathematics, words, ideas feelings and concepts
its the order, and moment in which they play out
in time and space, the movement is unique
The motions, and actions, maybe not so much

Death is always on our shoulders
When we go, can be a lifetime, or an instant
some never even get the chance to breathe before they die
who cries for the unborn child?
who cries for the child meant to be sacrificed
that then lives a life, that was a mistake
who sees the world as a structured prison
orderly, neat, and timely, who sees a "god" of time
speaking to him, in weird ways
no one, for we are all actually pretty alone
trying to cover the loneliness with this world
and all it can offer
but we can never afford
in money, or time
#eternity #is #a #pretty #crazy #thing #it #terrifies #me #time

 

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Fireproof
April 2 2019

How do you hold a candle to a torch
When the light so small
Melts faster beneath one so bright
Each come together, and both are just flame
Each are warm, neither hotter, just the same
Fire and Fire. Two sources, one hand
Both want to warm, Both want to be seen
Both just want to understand
Heard by all mankind. Their own flicker and sigh
The dancing with the wind that blows upon them
One To light our caves
One To light our rooms in the night
One can guide spirits home
One can be with us during a fight
Warm flames, passionate, all fire, but not used the same
Both burning, but both different and with us by our side
Something so beautiful, you want to reach out and touch it
But where one burns us, the other grants us a moment
To feel its heart beat
The heartbeat of fire

If only we could be fireproof
I would sleep, in the candle, and dance in the torch

 

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3078198/fireproof/

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The All Seeing Eye
Permeated Permanence
Of all Perfected perfections
That all that is, always is
Every emotion, feeling, moment, thought, existence

Things, and not things
Us, just viewing points for it
The eye, that sees everything
Just puppets on strings, all of us, connected

This eye, not yours, but ours, and its
Seeing everything play out, forever
Into infinity eternity infinity in bliss
The all seeing eye, sees us, and our minds, in time

Space, in its loop
The dancing two, As space, is a womb
And time, the sewer of seeds, life, death, love, doom
All from one point, to another, forever

A father, a mother
Gas, Space, Time, Gravity
And mathematics, word, spirituality
Religion, science, or magic, individuality 

Like notes on an endless canvas, we find chaos, peace
Harmony, discord, madness
Sugary, sour, soft, tart, tangy, spicy, sweet
Each rhythm of life, a different fashion, passion, reaction
Each one, playing a tune, in a different way, a unique beat

June 12 2019


Some say it is evil
Some say it is good
Who, what, is God, where what, is the devil
Consciousness, lets hope we get to dream again
For everyone SCREAMS, wake up
but once you see
You can not unsee
and if you see
you wish you had not seen

 

obviously Father time (gas)

and Mother space (gravity)

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On 2019-06-13 at 3:35 PM, Ahniar said:

Gj mate 🙂

A Fractured Lighthouse
The belief in the image
Atop the highest man made created steep
A temple of falsehood
And fake perfective luminosity

A lighthouse of no light
A place with only a martyr
In gossip, and illusioned triumph
We only, the followers, build it higher

Until we see one brick
One misplaced truth
The one thing that makes us human
Is all of us, and you

Mistakes, sins, lies, deceit, failures
One flaw is all it ever takes
To send any of us spiraling downward
Into a cold burning fire

June 15 2019
Every religion builds up someone to such lengths
To such heights
That they become only an image
And never a man
The followers may never see, never understand
That this pride inside
Destroys any man

Never idolize someone
For what you think is gold
May only be painted bronze
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:0 noice
 

-MUH PO-EM!- 

-_- thanks.

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Doves and Crows
People never want to see the darkness
That dwells inside of our hearts
They would rather be blinded by the light
And choke their brains on rallied farts

We need to unleash that burden
Unlevy the tidal floods
We need to let go of the pain
And all that darkness, understood?

We are not all love, we are not all light
There are different colors of a rainbow
There is shadows, and there is night
It is alright, to be dark

We love horror and violence
Sex, rage, madness, silence
We love the gore, the death
The colors that all others tell us to regret

For it is part of us, curiosity
Why do we crave it, the audacity
To seek out things we do not know
Light and shadow, doves and crows

June 15 2019
dude i love CROWS, i love how smart they are
i also like pigeons, doves are pigeons
like honestly, didn't anyone ever think, crows eat doves
they rip they flesh out, tear out their hearts
feasting on carcasses, they survive on violence
and though we try to refrain, pretend death isn't there
it always has been
and those in the light are always going to be scared
the truth is, we all have darkness inside
Yin and Yang. without that understanding
We all go insane

While you are going, oooh, and ahh, at the tiger in the cage
Remember this, while you sit there in vain
If he was hungry, he would tear your face off
And he, would not complain
#doves #and #tigers #or #crows #with #fliers #inspire #the #darkside

 

-it would be awesome to get a crow warframe. a flock of birds

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Friendship is Golden
March 15 2019

I only wanted to be someone
Anyone but not me
I always wanted to fly away
Flying away. ever free

If only to be a hero
Stronger faster and smarter
But only to be a writer
My words never carried farther

Not smart. Not skilled
Not healthy. A life of no thrills
Losing my will
My clock ticks forever still

The beating of my heart
Slowly fading away
Nobody hears it crying
Nobody ever stays

Invisible to the world
Viewed only as a mute madman
A heart forever wanting
Of caressing loving wonderlands

If only in our minds
Could we ever truly be free
If only in my lost rhymes
Was i ever seemingly. Just me

I miss who i was
And hate who I've become
If you can never be yourself again
Why be anyone. Be no one

Life is up to us
It is our book and we a pen
If you ever feel left out
Just make some imaginary friends

Just a few words to flow with
In and out of your mind
While silence is welcomed company
Happy laughter is always good, nice, and kind.

I wish i could be me again
Who i used to be
I wish i was 14. And could try again
I took the wrong road
And it cost me my soul
I wished i could've been a hero
Now i wish for a life on pluto

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Deja Vu'
March 27 2019

We are not even the pen
To our own tragic lives
The devil wrote our books
And we just experience the vibes
Everything is forced. Scripted
We never had any true freedom
Or even real choices.
Did we need them?
Just voices in our head
Just abrasive endless noises.
Are we all just slaves to Gods plans?
Do we exist only as machine men.
Vessels. Objects
Our souls just riding the rhythms
And the waves that hit us

Is deja vu. Just future memories
Or loops of eternity

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A Casual Conversation
June 29 2019


Just say hello
Hi, maybe, then goodbye
Just utter a word
For me, for you, to share, to hear
Just ask a question
Given the chance, i'd answer
Just note the reaction
And we can strike up a conversation, together

In our last moments of dying
We all wish we had that
A single chance for a reason, a season
Just one more chance
Our final memento, a line, a lymeric, a rhyme
Just a casual conversation, then silence, nothing
Goodbye.


What is your reason for living?
What is your reason for writing?
All we get is the time we are alive, and allotted. 
So why not share it with someone.
Why not spend that fleeting time, wisely.
And just probably enjoy it

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Friday - August 23 2019 - The Sky of Flies. 

Where are you?

My mangled corpse
The shambles of my hollow soul
Drifting down a river, or lost in a fog

Where is a candle
To light my way home
The grave i once laid
To the life i once sung 

As my body swayed
As my voice hung 
I only asked that you may follow
And yet, not a soul had come

Alone as i wallow
Alone as i run
Away from all my sorrows
Away from the burning sun

As i walk upon these gallows
I hear the bells as they rung
As i walk these hallows
Even then, no voices, have won

My last breath, my dying wish
To live a last moment for fun
And in the end of all my journeys
All i remember, is all my crimes, i had done

Nobody, no one, closes my eyes
And as they lay down my body
All i witness
Is the rotting sky of liesoHpEtlY.png

 

 

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I think that I shall never hear a poem lovely as a beer. 

The kind Joe's Bar has on tap, from golden base to snowy cap. 

The foamy stuff I drink all day, until my memory melts away. 

Poems are made by fools I fear, but only Founder's can make a beer. 

 

(Of course, this is cribbed from Mad magazine from way back in the day, but slightly updated to a tolerable beer...I mean, Schlitz? /gag). 

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14 hours ago, ChaoticEdge said:

can we write our poet in here? I am kind of bored at the some point, probably going be terrible or Haiku or something.

sure. anyone can write a poem, if you are bored, or wanna express yourself. i've written like 800+ but deleted most of them.... xD

 

14 hours ago, Sloan441 said:

I think that I shall never hear a poem lovely as a beer. 

The kind Joe's Bar has on tap, from golden base to snowy cap. 

The foamy stuff I drink all day, until my memory melts away. 

Poems are made by fools I fear, but only Founder's can make a beer. 

 

(Of course, this is cribbed from Mad magazine from way back in the day, but slightly updated to a tolerable beer...I mean, Schlitz? /gag). 

do you miss mad magazine? and mad TV, havent heard much about it, but back when i was a kid, it was huge. i used to watch it alot. mad tv was awesome

-iam not much for wine, too sour, or beer, kinda meh weird, but i do love cream liquors, or iced juices, [rogue cow, baileys, mikes hard lemonades]

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6 hours ago, (PS4)Tomplexthis said:

do you miss mad magazine? and mad TV, havent heard much about it, but back when i was a kid, it was huge. i used to watch it alot. mad tv was awesome

-iam not much for wine, too sour, or beer, kinda meh weird, but i do love cream liquors, or iced juices, [rogue cow, baileys, mikes hard lemonades]

I grew up with it. It was part of that part of my life. So, in a way, I do. However, I don't miss what it became before it finally tanked. Nothing lasts forever, but I have very fond memories of it. 

You like what you like when it comes to booze. It is largely an acquired taste, but a long time tactic of acquiring that taste is to sweeten it up. You see a lot of that in mixed drinks. If you want to kill the heat, a lot of sugar mixed in helps. There can be a lot of subtle flavors in various adult beverages, but you do have to get past the heat/alcohol, fruitiness, or outright bitterness to find it. It's acquired as you become accustomed to whatever it is you're drinking. 

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2 minutes ago, Sloan441 said:

I grew up with it. It was part of that part of my life. So, in a way, I do. However, I don't miss what it became before it finally tanked. Nothing lasts forever, but I have very fond memories of it. 

You like what you like when it comes to booze. It is largely an acquired taste, but a long time tactic of acquiring that taste is to sweeten it up. You see a lot of that in mixed drinks. If you want to kill the heat, a lot of sugar mixed in helps. There can be a lot of subtle flavors in various adult beverages, but you do have to get past the heat/alcohol, fruitiness, or outright bitterness to find it. It's acquired as you become accustomed to whatever it is you're drinking. 

would reccomend barely drinking more than 1 time a year.

1: it destroys your liver, causes you to get multiple issues.

-Beer gut, inflamation or bloating of bowels

-Dry skin, your skin begins to loose softness

-liver disease, your eyes turn yellow, your skin too, this is because of pee and stuff.

^damaged livers stop functioning by diffusing the pee stuff that makes it yellow, instead it gets into your bloodstream

Also it causes aggression, mental addiction, and alters your attitudes. 

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How dark and foul, as yet thou art my foe

So does the waste how it is distasteful for I see

As we struggled such little light but others turn to blight

Yet man loom to their own doom how great their pride

shallow and how hollow they are in the heart

Soon as noon come, thou feel judgement of judge

For man scandal as they crumbled for the eye scans

We wait time to tell, for such an ait

Dream dies how distasteful when walk in yet we dread another

Ashes to ashes how long for to the end for she come to lone moon

Rewinding re-walking all struggled to strives for truth.

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there is so much evil that can be, or exist, and so much good that can be and exist
but, people choose pleasure, over pain, sin over virtue. 
what are the reasons we do good? what are the reasons we do evil?
do you hear voices speaking to you?
bubbles was like 1 voice, that spread into many voices that i heard.
i could mess with them, and it was interesting. i worried about her. 
iam bad, just like everyone else. but i wanted to be good. and do good
but i was never able to, there is no magic, and no logic or practicality in wishful thinking
you either get rich, powerful, famous, and try to do good, the get murdered by the greedy, the wrathful
or try to do bad to make yourself happy, and get disdain from the "good" natured people
those who have, those who dont, the separation exists purely out of desires.
and people want to have, people need, but they want more than their needs.
its just strange. 
you cant save everyone, even if you wanted to
you cant help everyone even if you wanted to
you cant be a superhero, for there are none, no super powers
you are human. you die. you get murdered. so easily
assassinations, they happen. by those who want to stay in power.
Those who make the rules we are enforced to live by. they keep it that way.
With money, comes the chains, and the cycle of endless consumption.
the void of hunger, wants, desires, people always need money, and they always will

there isnt much we can do is there, the situation is out of hand, but is it under control?
when you arm the world with bombs that can end it
whoever pulls the trigger first, is the killer.
but those who fire back, are the villains.
so many people, each with their own lives. but so much suffering, we ignore. 
it is the "heroes" we idolize, that we forget, are just other humans.
putting them higher, on a pedestal, only makes their fall, so much harder. so much more painful
logic, love, wisdom, courage, faith, valor, belief, honor, integrity, kindness, mercy, forgiveness.
the power of word, is a cascade of the mind, and our own viewpoints of existence within it.
we see the word, we hear it, but when you read the word, you make it your own.
it is the experience of life, that is like the word. but are our lives just scripted.
i had like, "super powers" with my brain, i believed. were they real, or just imagination?
its hard, unless people see through your eyes, and experience what you thought, felt, saw, lived through...
for them to truly know you. like Eztrezlia, one of my many Brain Baby monsters
she could read the books of life, inside all of us. and see through others eyes
but, she is no judge, just a reader. it is man, or people, who see themselves as the judge
but we, dont even read the books. we only see the covers.

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there is this dissonance of time, in gaming, it seems more, then viewing, it seems less.
noticing these minutes. 7 minutes of me and francis george. 
it felt like 20 minutes or something. watching it, it feels like 3 minutes or so.
so weird, i wonder why, why is the essence of temporal viewing based around the mind

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Not as much a poem as it is, a sadness, in the passing of Francis George Greg Bob Juhnwa

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1 hour ago, (XB1)UpgradeAcorn989 said:

WHY IS THERE SO MANY POEMS ?!?!?!?!

it is a expression, thou not speak how speck of wind?

Nay speak true for thy give trust none speak hate.

Yet hate grows how much ate, yet it still hunger more

still more how sloth as it slowly loath on men

For men barely speak parables for prepare barbel tower goes on siege

only whisper how much speak poet yet words speak louder when poem out the heart

Do not hate as well envy tree poetic words for entry of three will not let you enter

Oh how much some woe in their poems for woe who try to be wow for who try fake their heart poetry

I tell you woe of stories though and though out for a storm will come thou cannot be stop

But do not woe when opening hope who light been gaze because of shall not be night gazes

He'll set dusk back to be dawn, push back the dust that come and settled in awe

I tell you this express in way you want to poet so it become poetic to those heart who can hear.

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2 hours ago, FerockQuartz said:

Caps careful....

The caps are on purpose

53 minutes ago, ChaoticEdge said:

it is a expression, thou not speak how speck of wind?

Nay speak true for thy give trust none speak hate.

Yet hate grows how much ate, yet it still hunger more

still more how sloth as it slowly loath on men

For men barely speak parables for prepare barbel tower goes on siege

only whisper how much speak poet yet words speak louder when poem out the heart

Do not hate as well envy tree poetic words for entry of three will not let you enter

Oh how much some woe in their poems for woe who try to be wow for who try fake their heart poetry

I tell you woe of stories though and though out for a storm will come thou cannot be stop

But do not woe when opening hope who light been gaze because of shall not be night gazes

He'll set dusk back to be dawn, push back the dust that come and settled in awe

I tell you this express in way you want to poet so it become poetic to those heart who can hear.

I cant tell if you called fat in the start and slow in the middle, ooor if this is some sort of poem about how I should respect someones work but either way

im confused

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31 minutes ago, (XB1)UpgradeAcorn989 said:

The caps are on purpose

I cant tell if you called fat in the start and slow in the middle, ooor if this is some sort of poem about how I should respect someones work but either way

im confused

I didn't say fat, hate is emotion and is like a story like example "An angry lion come devour the lonly lamb" anger can be like a fire that devours and burn, and sloth is common being lazy or don't bother with matter possible for example "The sloth goes on it sloth-y life slowly has no care in world".  Poet is like same time tell stories, a word expression like old days, sometime it can be like a hikuo (A Japanese poet).

plus I didn't used your name it just saying people are lazy just take long time to process the meaning.

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Poet boredom time.

 

Oh Babylon, oh Babylon for you build your tower try  to be high to reach the sky

yet you let no baby to be cradle for you took the tow risk height for the skin

why do you people Babylon cry out your heart out for your own kingdom?

It's meaningless for king of the kingdom, meaningless to cries out for when kings goes to dust

Oh Babylon why you chose drift away to worship idols of stones and woods?

The meaning of these woods and stones are still meaningless even thou you cover it with the paint of your own blood

how much you wasted on these art for thy shall not be be light but blight your eyes

Worship these woods and stones for the loot and stood alone these ones will not pass

worthless and rubbish to gaze on these idols that is crafted by hands for their worth has nothing

Neither to rub against for men turn be idiots as they keep on gazing it all their heart

how heartless that you are Babylon for you let your children be devour by giants

for you gain nothing but being the ants towards the giants as you served tyrant in your own hand

I tell you this I scatter you like the wind as your the ashes that shall not be told

your scandal will not win or neither your pack of ashen ones who not devoted to be

He let you beloved but you keep on going hate-ing of his good words

For he tells you wisdom but on your behalf you below yourself rejected wisdom for your hat will fill your own blood

No matter how much prophets you claim it to be claimed, you linger too much a stone that is wrote in lies

For you cannot write the wrongs you did because you claim be right but you in the wrong

soil your tears when it comes for he'll hit you where your tea to drop the cup you hold

I tell you to turn back and listen to the wisdom that are given to you

for the wise open the book for took enough time to tell you what is good

but no matter how good that you are or claim to be nothing pass by that words are not forgiven

For come for who speak truth and be truthful for it is time for the speck of dust to come out the dusk

For welcoming to the new dawn for the lawn will grow greener even the tree shall greet you

I tell you to come and hear the truth for the counting for the heart who follow like a lamb

So no blood be split by your own for there is a better kingdom to come

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6 hours ago, (XB1)UpgradeAcorn989 said:

WHY IS THERE SO MANY POEMS ?!?!?!?!

well i do have about 800. i erased my book with 430. and i then wrote about 120 on a website. erased those

then, wrote a bunch more, saved those, but erased that account as well. 

i just made this topic about poetry or writing, to express myself somehow, but anyone could as well. yeah

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Below is a link to a handful of my poems, on a text file

https://drive.google.com/open?id=1BLx8t8KNyfAcg2kHvXMRfZMerl0zatDO

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Our Strings of Love's Sonnet's
I used to have a thought 
About what could possibly connect the universe
And all that it was
Was, Love

But one emotion, does not connect all things
Does it see, know, understand, feel
As though it was them
We do not love all things, and should not

For where is hates love
In a world that hates hate
For where is fears love
For those that fear fear

To swim in the ocean, of energy
Swelling with each of the emotions that can be
Paddling on our sailboats, dancing
See through the eyes of eternity

If one loved us, and called to us
We call that who loves us good
And that who hates us evil
We sit at the center of it, time, as its watchers

We feel, we experience, we think, we do
Acting as the players in the game of life
It has only one real goal, and one aim
And that is to live

That which we find right or wrong
That which we fight for, die for, love to love
Nothing matters in time,  to time
But it is what matters to us, and becomes our soul

We are made up of two things it seems
The world around us we take in
And the world inside us, we created
We bend to the world outside, as ours crumbles away

This world beats us into shape
To form us, in whatever way it views as right
For our way, is wrong, thats how they say
But it never matters, we never really live that long

June 13 2019
it makes me cry when i can think
because i love to look at time as a whole, one fluid motion
and how every piece, part, thing, is connected
All matter, all atoms, all moments, lives, all things living
Moving together like a song, that fades someday
All things as one choir, light, dark, evil, good
Every one of them, pushing forward upon all others
its something horrifying, and beautiful
i just wish i could have met someone who could have seen it with me
but iam just waiting to die, to make it stop
people have called me stupid, they called me smart
they tell me who iam
but never met me
and this feeling, is passed onto all of us
people say they know you, as you stand there
but they never spoke to you
they hear your words
but not your story, in your mind
the brain, the mind, the soul behind your eyes
its always the eyes

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Dear God
Do you hear me
Dear God
Are you there
Dear God
Do you see me
Dear God 
Did you even care

You say, you'd never leave me
You'd say, you were always there

But when no hope was around me
Neither were you, who cares

I pray, to die, i pray to leave, i pray to cry
I roll up my sleeves, but there is nothing, but this nightmare
Nothing but this "life"

A prison, a cage, a shell, a face, that is no longer even mine
A zombie, possessed, estranged, by this fake lie
That everyone tells me is my life

I want to go, so why do i wake up
I never had any freedom, iam just your mistake
So what's up?

Dear God, you will kill me
In time, however you will
Dear God, we are your slaves, your tools, your fools
And even though you discard us
We still bow to you, and call that FREE will. 

Amen 
June 25 2019

there is no free will, no freedom, it's all a script in time
and time destroys us, time makes us, and then
Time erases us, for all eternity

 

xD

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2 hours ago, ChaoticEdge said:

I didn't say fat, hate is emotion and is like a story like example "An angry lion come devour the lonly lamb" anger can be like a fire that devours and burn, and sloth is common being lazy or don't bother with matter possible for example "The sloth goes on it sloth-y life slowly has no care in world".  Poet is like same time tell stories, a word expression like old days, sometime it can be like a hikuo (A Japanese poet).

plus I didn't used your name it just saying people are lazy just take long time to process the meaning.

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Poet boredom time.

 

Oh Babylon, oh Babylon for you build your tower try  to be high to reach the sky

yet you let no baby to be cradle for you took the tow risk height for the skin

why do you people Babylon cry out your heart out for your own kingdom?

It's meaningless for king of the kingdom, meaningless to cries out for when kings goes to dust

Oh Babylon why you chose drift away to worship idols of stones and woods?

The meaning of these woods and stones are still meaningless even thou you cover it with the paint of your own blood

how much you wasted on these art for thy shall not be be light but blight your eyes

Worship these woods and stones for the loot and stood alone these ones will not pass

worthless and rubbish to gaze on these idols that is crafted by hands for their worth has nothing

Neither to rub against for men turn be idiots as they keep on gazing it all their heart

how heartless that you are Babylon for you let your children be devour by giants

for you gain nothing but being the ants towards the giants as you served tyrant in your own hand

I tell you this I scatter you like the wind as your the ashes that shall not be told

your scandal will not win or neither your pack of ashen ones who not devoted to be

He let you beloved but you keep on going hate-ing of his good words

For he tells you wisdom but on your behalf you below yourself rejected wisdom for your hat will fill your own blood

No matter how much prophets you claim it to be claimed, you linger too much a stone that is wrote in lies

For you cannot write the wrongs you did because you claim be right but you in the wrong

soil your tears when it comes for he'll hit you where your tea to drop the cup you hold

I tell you to turn back and listen to the wisdom that are given to you

for the wise open the book for took enough time to tell you what is good

but no matter how good that you are or claim to be nothing pass by that words are not forgiven

For come for who speak truth and be truthful for it is time for the speck of dust to come out the dusk

For welcoming to the new dawn for the lawn will grow greener even the tree shall greet you

I tell you to come and hear the truth for the counting for the heart who follow like a lamb

So no blood be split by your own for there is a better kingdom to come

i had a dream about a tower of babylon once, i tried climbing it, and it fell over. also had tons of dreams about ancient egyptian cities and towns

like a lot of old tech, like egypt was a super advanded technological marvel, those dreams were cool

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