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Topic:
NORM
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Satisfaction, a poor mans disease greed's a rich mans the standard of society everyone tries to save face see yours mirrored! unearthed scars drenched in pus concealed eyes engulfed in serum disgusting disgust the filth of enlightenment save your truth, it's the biggest lie men were designed lying honesty never wins, the only truth the curse of awareness, it's a broken gift self-proclaimed righteous barbarians creatures drowning in their righteousness time, the greatest of mans creations the virus in existence a corruption in the cycle of life a limitation of the mind no view beyond the horizon fear disguised in the illusion of more a wound that never heals |
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Topic:
MEDICATE
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MEDICATE
Let go! Give in! It's a thought, no harm personalities never change this isn't one of those movies 'what I'm I thinking?' okay, maybe not a thought more of an idea I'm afraid he's hard to ignore he's stronger; persistent & resilient 'relax man! You're the man.' something brews, not booze something crude, not good it's the haste, screws with my faculty I've been out of it too long haste flanked me, I'm a thought behind always a second too late feels like a sick practical joke truth is I haven't felt stupid in a long time my mind collapsed, it's on auto-drive 'time for games man!' it's boast ravaging my sanity with spite my shied broke, I'm destitute of strategies 'being possessed by your mind' a fine definition for insanity I'm oblivious as ever a character in my story the world's revolving so fast I'm fixed like eyes in pornography I'm stiff, my concentration deflowered I fear there's a storm coming this situation is a blanket to a more sinister one the thunder before my destruction my defeat is inevitable i'm turning into the savage i left behind a fix is all i need |
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Topic:
DEMOLITION
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DEMOLITION
I see it; it stares back. Pitch black eyes under the sun. it's strange majestic bareness; dull, blur, as it slowly sharpens. This thing, a stone so close to life; My nightmare of my nightmares: standing steel-still on an invisible throne, empty but whole. A most peculiar view; infinite yet zero expectations. Inside its fears, a comfort he always craved warm, cozy, scary; indifferent! those eyes again, no longer so vague a hardly visible spark of pride, a flicker of ego a shadow of a little scared boy too afraid to live because he loves to live it's posture shifts, a slight limp radiant but less exquisite; exposed! no longer the confident being he appeared to be they don't barge; those striking eyes ever so telling broken by belief; broken by life's ideas; those human things hanging on optimism; the little grain that never fades ideas of more! Slowly being swallowed up by pointlessness beat & devoured I see it; spiked, horned, decaying there's a beauty in it's ugly monstrous face Yes! I see it; strong but weaker. Decorticated & shaved to it's truest bare self? never wicked; misunderstood. peeled of disguises? sparkling innocent eyes blind in societal ways blind to Mans repugnant primal complexion it's unblemished essence, no longer man something more |
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Topic:
Ragnarok
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Ragnarok I saw a mesmeric of stars gleaming in the night sky. An unheard voice whispered to me of legends and ancient dreams. Of bulls and swans and mighty deeds, of bears and ploughs, beasts and men. Many strange things, the like of these. The Heavens, the Hades, of warring Gods. The stars the campfires of great hosts. An archer knocks his bow. The tormented one rattles his chains. The Asa the Vana sunder the night. Ragnarok, doom of the gods. Runes are cast; fates are sealed. Men will die; "��Will of the gods."�� Empty benches in great halls, silent, waiting; mead to flow cup and horn. Dogs whine and slaver, wolves howl at the reddening moon. Ranks of swordslain sing death'��s song, wailing, gnashing of teeth. Bards lamenting the fallen, chant dirges to the dead. Burning pyres, entrance to the halls. But there in the void, the stygian darkness, a malevolence, an ancient foe, cast down by the "��All seeing, Odin one eye,"�� his frenzy replete. |
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Topic:
Forgiveness
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Forgiveness Time the soul’s open wound spills age upon the flesh leaving wrinkles and weary bones to define the years good and bad alike And as we travel the days of life from love to pain to understanding and reconciliation forgiveness is all we need to others…and ourselves  
what else does man need? thank you |
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Edited by
shapirobo
on
Mon 08/18/14 11:41 PM
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Sorrow filled clouds are absent today Finally I can touch my lungs again Hopefully I remember breathings rhythm I can’t remember how long it’s been How fast do clouds fade? I know they just show up So ‘A while’ in my best estimation There’s pain in my chest Probably the rust in my ribcage Still, there’s this familiar flaw in the tune I’m on a haste to take all I can Breath after breath after breath You never know it might just be a fluke Why am I drowning in it all? Fresh isn’t so fresh again It’s sour, sweet & indescribable tastes Wildlife are not as hard to tame Clearly I’m a different kind of monster There’s a strange pain stretching my brain Strange thoughts of being buried alive Shades of darkness falling fast Bleeding nails less fingers, I keep scratching on Nothing’s infinite; right? Strangely suffocating but never running out of air Quick to the trigger, cause & effect It’s hard to be astute when everything’s so grey Life’s just a giant vacuum bubble Anchored in-flight & forgot I’m only floating Remiss steps, cause & effect Nothing’s perfect when everything lasts a second Always in a rush to some place while going nowhere Haphazard reptilian prospects, cause & effect |
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Topic:
QUOTIDIAN
Edited by
shapirobo
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Fri 08/08/14 04:53 AM
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So days & nights come, go; for longer than I care to recall both sun & moon keep finding me here; stuck at a point yet on the road. These wastelands; the same in every direction; always nothing to look forward to & only nothing to look back on. I can'��t help feel like a weathering tree being defiled of leaves; Strange, how these little things we take for granted are the treasures hardest to come by & easiest to lose. "I'm not lost at the very least I try to believe but somewhere in my head there's an unsatisfied itch I just can't scratch away"...aren'��t we all?"�� ...
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Topic:
Crescendo
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hehe
nice one   
a fine day on the beach |
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Topic:
Meticulous
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nice...
i pull the jacket over me the one you left behind so i could still feel your arms great |
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Topic:
Emotions
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Emotions It is cold darkness rushing towards the shore retreating back to the depths of secrets Blue waters painted the color of night refusing to remain still There is no solace no safe haven no calm serenity when you are lost in a sea of pain NICE |
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Views: Through my Eyes
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Hollow smiles, swallowed hearts
These empty streets stare at me like i'm a ghost I watch in bewilderment, the evolution of human emotion Like a screen, it plays-out in my eyes like a play; only real! Slight waves & all the filthy handshakes they represent A nod of the head in acceptance, i see what you really are Underneath those neat faces, uglyness met ugly We are strange, all in our own obscene ways What's normal? i search for peace in all my little awkward steps Aren't we all? Times like tides, tomorrows happen Judgement dwells on the long gone i'll find you there, thinking we are unaware Careless words like you know everything there is to know Speaking of things you can hardly spell gearing up your mouths without brake Breaking the cycle of what was to be a beautiful day Suddenly its dusk at noon A quiet mind, a gem in it's own right Yet the most ignored of all valuables, my opinion State of mind, the border seperating every emotion Calculated to find the difference between me & you, in my mind With all the barriers you try to build, all the excuses you try to make Creating unwanted complications, trying to feed your supriority-complex We are human! |
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Topic:
Mysteries of Friendship
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Honest laughs aren’t so easy to find
it’s a treasure not so many find just letting go & driving on through all the ups & downs the kind of joy I found in you, simple smiles without thoughts not as easy as you may think the kind of generosity never found in all friends, that tiny little spark I’m in search for I’ve come to realize I’ll never uncover this mystery of true-friendship I’m torn between this friendship & resentment I can’t wrap my mind around your tune, why do you have such an effect on me? How comes you bring the best & worst out of me? As much as I struggle to believe this dream is real I still find myself wanting to drown here till time runs out on me speak to me! I find myself longing for those words that sync our mind like fruits from one tree does the distance kill you as much as it does me? My wonders do you feel as strongly about it as much as I do? I wonder I think I’m evolving into a zombie trying to figure out miracles these simple mysteries |
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Topic:
Mysteries of Friendship
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Honest laughs aren’t so easy to find
it’s a treasure not so many find just letting go & driving on through all the ups & downs the kind of joy I found in you, simple smiles without thoughts not as easy as you may think the kind of generosity never found in all friends, that tiny little spark I’m in search for I’ve come to realize I’ll never uncover this mystery of true-friendship I’m torn between this friendship & resentment I can’t wrap my mind around your tune, why do you have such an effect on me? How comes you bring the best & worst out of me? As much as I struggle to believe this dream is real I still find myself wanting to drown here till time runs out on me speak to me! I find myself longing for those words that sync our mind like fruits from one tree does the distance kill you as much as it does me? My wonders do you feel as strongly about it as much as I do? I wonder I think I’m evolving into a zombie trying to figure out miracles this simple mysteries |
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Topic:
Where is my Helipad? 2
Edited by
shapirobo
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Thu 08/15/13 08:20 PM
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It’s been a while since last I saw such a black & white view
The 90’s, I think was last I saw this scene play out on a screen a little kid then, innocent & accepting how far you’ve gone! Trapped in between now & then, Boy or Man? Like a stitch-thread drowning in blood trying to escape its cell of flesh I Struggle to love or hate the overly awful familiar stench of blood Climbing out of this grave, like differentiating pus from blood just by smell I can’t bare the reflection of myself, I fear worse discovered worst Like a well-cared for tree withering off, is it the care-giver or the weather? The choice to blame is always plain we are as much a product of ourselves as much as our friends I wear my crown of shame with such pride, a man humbled by his deeds the period between prescriptions & strength has left my mind on crutches An itching man tight in straps, a mountain too steep to climb how lovely things just get plucked off! Withered yellow leaves of men drained dry, falling apart from a firm stem beautiful like a hunters aim on a prey yet just as harmful Bad men stubborn like weeds, I wonder why the undeserving remain on their feet majestically I grief myself like I were someone else; This person I’ve become! Past, Passed, pass, pus; so close yet so far away the different meanings of such insignificantly significant words, logically & primal how little wars like whether to awake or not can shape lives, wars bigger than a world at war Attention! The difference between a soldier & a scholar; how equal minds can make such a fuss! Of a song… Some hear drums beat, guitar strings, violin tunes; some find meaning in the simple poetry. A mystery I starve to solve, the impact of definition A taste of my conflict, the wars I fight with myself Where to land this plane? I find myself drowned in pain why are our views defined by what we’ve seen? Questions as impossible as man’s so called beautiful view of the stars Complex like complexion & perception; Then there were racists & cultures Language perceived verbally and mentally, the difference in interpretation |
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Topic:
What Is Done
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My jaws clench, my eyes sting A pain crosses my face and drops To my feet, as if my heart has fallen And it rocks side to side before resting still I stand still because moving will change nothing I cannot change the direction of the wind I stand still, I do not lean into the wind, I am not pushed by its force My actions will change nothing at all I give into the fear and the sadness Just long enough to feel it's edge The edge that, like a razor, shaves off What is not necessary off of me Cuts who is not good for me, off of me My surrender is my only choice This choice that fills empty hopes A river of surrender carves out My soul inside, grows a great canyon inside me A new universe with it's own moon and sun I will do nothing while what is done Gets done So black yet white |
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Topic:
Where is my Helipad?
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((((((Bo)))))) !!!!!!!!!!!!....Good to see you man!!  Also good to see you haven't lost your edge...This is an amazing write sir, amazing...Hope all is well!
the first after a long time away from my pens inspirred by johnny cash's hurt Kisses Leigh.issed you Thank you by the way...I think it's my best ever I only hope its not a cloned spark |
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Topic:
Where is my Helipad?
Edited by
shapirobo
on
Thu 08/15/13 05:01 PM
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Migraines, a result of an attempted rescue from confusion & insanity
Thoughts cutting through the fabric of time, mines exploding inside my head how did I get here? Were there warnings I did not see, bells I didn’t hear what have we here, a shadow of a man soaking wet with regret, somewhere along this way it lost sense paranoia camouflaged in carefulness & precision benevolence, where does it rest? I hunger for the so called way, wild as the west literally gifting indecency with worse The beast caged in my best, a price I pay every moment I’m awake uncaged underneath the dark of my eyes, euphoria, betrayal, hate the chaos of my peace of mind Trouble, its not getting a pistol corked on your face it’s the transition between good & bad men A slippery state of mind, knotting hate & love on a lace Finding balance in a pair of different shoes, where madness finds its name these strange songs familiar to all but understood by troubled few I'm lost within a deep breath, forgot to move my chest breathing isn't unconditional for all, sometimes thoughts re-wire a brain some view by eyes, some mind and some heart; Very few weigh a view others dissociate, others disappear, others actually change My conscious or the unconscious, I'd like to know who to blame These actions are not mine but neither are they my enemies As I contemplate somewhere a conflict ensues |
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Topic:
Riddle! Riddle!
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Hi Bo, long time, no see!...Hope all is well in your world..A nice "little" write contemplating the thin line between love and hate 
Mushrooms growing on your fathers head and trees and grass springing from his back sounds like something else though! 
i'M SHOCKED 
I thought thats something scary? hehehe 
My b  d...at least it came through as a joke
Right 
HERE I AM WOMAN...No invisible cloak |
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Topic:
Riddle! Riddle!
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BOOOooooo, where did you goooooooooo? I missed yoooou... as a matter of fact I was just thinking about you not 15 minutes ago... it's so good to see you again, my friend...
Oh yeah... I too think about what's scary all the time... like, should I, or shouldn't I? What I do not understand is; How an angry ugly truth, can stand behind such a mellow view. I think they call what you describe as an ugly truth behind a mellow view as being a form of passive-aggressive... JMHO... AROOoooooSssSsee I WWWAaAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas getting my brain fixed; Loose Screws & All; You Know?
Just 15 mins Ago?
The shame in you! 
I th  ught about you all the time i was away
& here I thought I should be feeling guilty for dreaming of you less.
 Anyway, Thank you
Good to be back l ve I've missed your crazy-self
MY PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE L VE F R A ROSE?
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Me! Here¬ Here! I do My dog messed up my door mat glad it wasn't mine... thanks for dropping by on your way through, I assume...
No thanks if its okay with you I'll stay right here |
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