(PSN)Tomplexthis Posted May 25, 2019 Posted May 25, 2019 (edited) 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 2019why 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 Edited May 25, 2019 by (PS4)Tomplexthis 3
(PSN)Tomplexthis Posted June 8, 2019 Author Posted June 8, 2019 (edited) 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/ Spoiler 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 Edited June 8, 2019 by (PS4)Tomplexthis 2
(PSN)Tomplexthis Posted June 8, 2019 Author Posted June 8, 2019 FireproofApril 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/ 2
(PSN)Tomplexthis Posted June 13, 2019 Author Posted June 13, 2019 (edited) The All Seeing EyePermeated 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) Edited June 13, 2019 by (PS4)Tomplexthis 3
(PSN)Tomplexthis Posted June 15, 2019 Author Posted June 15, 2019 On 2019-06-13 at 3:35 PM, Ahniar said: Gj mate 🙂 A Fractured LighthouseThe 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 - :0 noice -MUH PO-EM!- -_- thanks. 2
(PSN)Tomplexthis Posted June 15, 2019 Author Posted June 15, 2019 Doves and CrowsPeople 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 2
(PSN)Tomplexthis Posted August 12, 2019 Author Posted August 12, 2019 Friendship is GoldenMarch 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 1
(PSN)Tomplexthis Posted August 12, 2019 Author Posted August 12, 2019 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 ============================================================= 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 1
(PSN)Tomplexthis Posted August 23, 2019 Author Posted August 23, 2019 (edited) 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 lies Edited August 23, 2019 by (PS4)Tomplexthis 1
Sloan441 Posted August 23, 2019 Posted August 23, 2019 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).
ChaoticEdge Posted August 23, 2019 Posted August 23, 2019 can we write our poet in here? I am kind of bored at the some point, probably going be terrible or Haiku or something.
(PSN)Tomplexthis Posted August 24, 2019 Author Posted August 24, 2019 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] 1
Sloan441 Posted August 24, 2019 Posted August 24, 2019 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.
(PSN)Tomplexthis Posted August 24, 2019 Author Posted August 24, 2019 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. 1
ChaoticEdge Posted August 24, 2019 Posted August 24, 2019 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.
(PSN)Tomplexthis Posted September 18, 2019 Author Posted September 18, 2019 (edited) 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. --- 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 --- Not as much a poem as it is, a sadness, in the passing of Francis George Greg Bob Juhnwa Edited September 18, 2019 by (PS4)Tomplexthis 1
(XBOX)UpgradeAcorn989 Posted September 19, 2019 Posted September 19, 2019 WHY IS THERE SO MANY POEMS ?!?!?!?!
FerockQuartz Posted September 19, 2019 Posted September 19, 2019 6 minutes ago, (XB1)UpgradeAcorn989 said: WHY IS THERE SO MANY POEMS ?!?!?!?! Caps careful....
ChaoticEdge Posted September 19, 2019 Posted September 19, 2019 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.
(XBOX)UpgradeAcorn989 Posted September 19, 2019 Posted September 19, 2019 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
ChaoticEdge Posted September 19, 2019 Posted September 19, 2019 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. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ 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
(PSN)Tomplexthis Posted September 19, 2019 Author Posted September 19, 2019 (edited) 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 --- Below is a link to a handful of my poems, on a text file https://drive.google.com/open?id=1BLx8t8KNyfAcg2kHvXMRfZMerl0zatDO --- 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 Edited September 19, 2019 by (PS4)Tomplexthis 1
(PSN)Tomplexthis Posted September 19, 2019 Author Posted September 19, 2019 (edited) 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 Edited September 19, 2019 by (PS4)Tomplexthis 1
(PSN)Tomplexthis Posted September 19, 2019 Author Posted September 19, 2019 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. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ 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 1
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