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33​/​33

by RHYME

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My last wisdom on the countdown My new reality counting upon In this land of plenty Napkin on a folded door Cleaning up what’s owed is more The songs I have for you I might keep for myself after the rest, they will be heard with a trophy on my shelf And I’m preparing with anti-pro techniques For the x-tract This is bigger than what the normies perceive For this procedure spits down the sink All the old lessons Making way for the better hints Since 33 floors up There’s only one way into this club.
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I began to chant, I began to listen, It began to storm snakes silent hissing. It became apparent, courage was missing. Kissing myself, I was Every breath I missed, I crossed the beads between my hands palms, toes, clenched sand. I began to let go, I began to rise up. I began to see the earth, like a child growing up. Struggles with temporary solutions, with temporary struggles in temporary bubbles that were only temporary until they burst, like earth that birthed like you, that surf- aced beneath like drum hit, vibrate, free-quency. Interestingly, a sheep remembered its lamb. So fourth quest back I began, I began.
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Tokyo leaves staying on until the death of the bulb Changing the flickering patterns taking itself less seriously A bow ticket trades A crowd rides trains Roots of directions where the safe are favored soon crave dangerous mobility To fall off To cry because stuck in itself is an arrow piercing where it should of flown Fast, future town, flying with un-revolutionary figures death waits, for change in exchange Early or late the sunlight will leave you quicker hurrying to the next park but their leaves stay on fool Warm winters increase the play tendency, so daydreams increase Fish swim closer and stomachs grow fuller The leaves in a bunch they wait with snapshots ready to capture the fall Innermost Government mistake masked by celebrity drug scandals They fall while the leaves stay on then they leave and wander wherever sun Watching why the leaves temperate and the warm November reminds them to leave But they keep staying onto the Tokyo glue.
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An indicative persuasion to skull the rest, Upon the soul of mothers breast. She lies with poison arrows, Messages mocked, flocks sparrows. Grain delay on summer fields, words yet wrote, actions yield. Symbiosis between robot and man, Between nature and nothing-ness plots a plan. Thou not set foot on Noah's ark, Alone in ratings line hierarch. She'll contest after dark, In race for the throne. Claiming desert rings wolf moan, she cries… she cries. And oh what spies leach your womb, telling of what you are too soon. Will you listen to them? Take willing hand. After all your life in High Demand.
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Tossed turned ironed out doubt Mothers touch 500 meters away experience lived by trauma Trauma derived happiness Happiness, the constant jump rope Tricked, picked short stick devoured darkness twilight dive Rhyme an un-charted triumph blowing in all directions Sections beat down battling home Stolen beams in brick cone dwellings Left with some dreams in the Vatican almost ready to run the haul to ship off tomorrow returning yesterday Just a name on a blank sheet Just a steam train emitting heat But a job that keeps us going round the bend She keeps yodeling till the cows come home again.
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No accelerating beans for me { excel spreadsheet } No excel-lerating beans for me my spreadsheet full of stalks and gimmicks I can see through the clouds even on the dullest haze where my ladder will land where my guise will fall away This cool warm wind suits this hot warm tea my mild old spice blows ancient old breeze Weak mother, stubborn cleaner Can this wipe happen any sooner I wanna go back to the metaphors and peas beneath and above these spinal hogging meter feeders I can see it growing, horizon of trees Tell me what they have to say eyes on the prize cake Comparing never got me here or maybe it did but by a scare And what do I say to that error error error.
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Every Curse Every setback Every failure Every mistake Every fall Every embarrassment Every cringe Every long fucking haul Every day Every ache Every tear Every crawl Every comment Every thought Everyone i see snort Every waste Every rage Every burn Every un-concern Every hurt Every foe Every taunt Every woe Will not stop me waking up to give it one more go.
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Torero responsibility Torero take me out heart and ring Torero Matador Dark Knight sacrificing Glass basin can’t hide the contents of your eyes can’t hide the mistakes of your lies caused our union demised Precious memories to confessions over phone, in dreams Linked, inked and unable to return to the sender stamped with seen scenes, our time it seems has come to self destruct We can’t live in this muck no more…er oh Torero slayed the bullfighter.
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An empty page is crucial for a poets emergency words Look I have a lock-it to set myself free Umm when will that be ‘oh it’s wisdom you’re after’ replied the genie And through the multicolored tunnel they kissed lip to lip Hey I’m not telling fibs! You just don’t hear the children’s truth Painfully muffled, quick, call all The dictionary is sick and changing The ink is about to quit Will you? Well that’s a pair of eyes we’ll miss on the shelf Books and blabber mouths All require blank sections.
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So, I’ve been inquiring to say the least That son of a pedigree Making slip down a literary Shade shanks equality to the feverish Rhyme lighting incense alone Dammit vocabulary took the best of the brainer And left sheep in the sleep Nothing but beehives in the distance A long life of stings Air-looms in place of clouds Counting rickety fences Packed cupboards making cleaner rooms And tape pulls the cheekbones So everybody can be pretty When does hiding become enough In a human feeder Of say the most?
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They’re distracting your time With money lies and media files in a Mc-guise Eminem revival Greed compiles like your eyes sore from screens lined like tiles Tables and tables to keep you hooked your dreams and hopes they sabotaged, they took Stand in line and submit your dollar They’ll take it anyway, you’re stamped a number Do you even realize, do you even know What powers they take for granted to run this show Time ticking towards the end For they will burn down They will descend quickly The universe is waking us up It can no longer fight alone Us angels here making an army to fight this world order and bring down the demons of greed and power once and for all Sorta It is time It is coming We still swag, we still swag We still humming.
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Online scenes have me screaming inside { What is right? What is a lie? } Sometimes I forget that the most beautiful part of all Is that I can simply breath my problems out till they crumble down and fall I don’t have to listen to the mental banter nor participate in the battle of self-hatred type jealousy cancer We are all putting into the great outside to grow better crops to feed our life Whatever path we take will lead us to our answers No matter what’s at stake The outcome for the great. … and the fuckin’ brilliant
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I watched the child from my floating white swing as he ran down to the rainforest Before time was noticed, he was climbing the fence to escape parent on one side, I on the other He slipped and the pole went through his lower body he did turning back as a baby now in pieces I watched the mother grieve running across the oval to the father. I was crying hysterically, all the while witnessing all the while preparing another set for an innocent play My job, yet tragic, is crucial for pavement ways Dangling Peace of mind, as they call angels sign.
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We only exist if time does Existing in standstill Does purpose matter only in time? Is Legacy time? A genius is recognized, no matter what field Body control > Mind matter Find formulas in writing, a literary formula To hypnotize minds for better Private matters are becoming scarce It is destined or thought to be Does thought create reality If I think it must be true A personal science experiment Is physical presence, matter, floating in and out of Pre-destination tells me I landed before I left
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It was halfway through the story When the lettuce gets soggy When the squirrel jumps upside down and rain only patters When half of the twelve course concurs And half of the fellowship of the ring conquers When the crustacean is half cut, half dead And the ice beneath its halved body prolonged the half coincidence A half smile worn by the server who is halfway through a shift When it is half past eight Falling and concerned of bamboo juts sticking out The groove halfway between the professors house and the station Day to day, halfway between sex and prayers to alleviate clinging of A maggot, half born, squirms meekly and ferociously So, a mourning widow halfway through her manuscript questioned his Ghost ‘Did you really not see any contradictions between loving a women and dying?’ Having realised she will share half her life in lonely bitter resent.
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Dreams, they won’t leave me alone beckoning me awake keeping my sleep alarm switching off Dreams, holding me in one place for not as long as I’d like or… painfully extensive Studying this parallel from far out one witnesses this organ of dreams as nothing more than a musical instrument with a mad man behind it going between majors and minors Finding the concurrent way to satisfy a moment of temporary explanation for this ever changing landscapes of miracles.
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Before our eyes Woken by crows Before our eyes Witness do’eth so Bloom borrowing what will Be seen open, closed Seam hem shorter For the breeze Before our eyes Wake, we dream.
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Eagle watches over me as rain clouds draw near A glimpse of life’s cycles the seas, they steer Rainbow colours, my eyes behold reflections in rockpools Wisdom my dad told echo’s with crashing waves My cave of protection photographs as a skull Open and closed mimicking the blow hole Breathing in intention exhaling expectation No distractions ideas in action Thunderbird is home for happiness is present Dudley desert dome all mighty omnipresent
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I feel it - the angels I’ve seen it - the demons Her high shined trills his hat dipped to reveal him Blinded by his best work looking up before a scene So the story of God played out before the court as the apple was bitten and so love was tasted drew battles over tides Armies in new ways laced’ed and when everything lost control so order installed in the chips we now flick through Inserted into us since the beginning of it all.
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Self expression clicks the rails Same line different routes A familiar city that feels like home no time to play no time to roam making the most of everyday life So this is what it’s like there is the butter I have the knife Street words by the rail poet has a ring to it, don’t it The lost and shiny humans riding to find out what was there bridge and tunnel no delays now sifts through the funnel.
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I gave him the satisfaction of a lie His charming ways tempt only I Staring into the mirror pampering the eyes of the ego But he was an angel in black still finding his door A way out or in He doesn’t know stuck in the hallway where death lurks Get out Move through Don’t close your mind It’s already dark Lights out Don’t close your eyes from the fright Cry You’ve died Welcome to your new life Your mission Find your message to share Don’t let the brain win you’ve seen minds cry Too many gunshots echos your visions Be disturbed only by your demons.
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It’s rescuing a waterfall Something that wants to full in agapa extolled So, stopping something that thought itself flowing Picking up what wants to be left behind ‘Letting go’ the stem of all this loss ‘Keeping go’ Can ‘let keep’ be sold anymore? What is the best way when half a soul is weighed against it’s former To battle its future.
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さらなる進化 さらなる未来の進化 必要なのではなく 欲しいのです 敬意を持って 満足を得るためだけじゃなく 楽しみ 対 生存 目に見えないものは、あなたを傷つけない しかし、この世界のすべては周波数 闇には可能性がある そして、 光はあとからやってくる
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Flushed out by seeds, an unnatural occupation, cloned that reflection cannot bear. House cat waits for the food to ring, bells in the distance warning the west still exists. She lingers because she knows where to wait, catch her bait. The next hour a rush, messing with time, not because she wants but that she knows eventually in line. She can’t stop pushing, yet downstairs she’s pulling, flowers, answers too premature. Comparison too long dwindling back. The seeds, the sack and the winter is nigh. Life on stepping stones, having longer than she planned. damning her to grow quicker than the ground be ready.
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That Invisible drawing The unknown figure draws upon nothing-ness with the intent of creating silently a breeze through a bamboo cunning-ness. Yet with lines, appearing empty, the writer confides. How many times can a sentence begin with no lines to shape within, the serious vein running through my face makes blood question the origin traced. Segregation and confinement, con, line, ment with undetectable sources map the courses a pen of an egg and sperm can travel, far you write. You’re time traveling by devices but construction of trace grounds you founded in an uncrowded space, so the figure of not planned comes into your place.
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Limit that needle intake. How do we know, it's not drunk, if we keep promises. Truth illuminates only what lies cover. What is before that? You have pen on your nose... can it be smelt? The pugnant depth of a soliloquy, or is that simply a minds job? If hands are crossed, can they take what will be passed to them? On a lone flight with only a threaten to turn home, does a bird keep at the wing, listening to your song? When we intake, eating must be registered. An intake must be consumed knowingly or no else will the body register correctly. Like a cheap babysitter, a mother who passes an iPad to a young man at dinner, now caught between interaction and supplement, to unwittingly bygone.
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Spring, a way to adulthood. There came a time when things changed. When spring bloomed and the butterfly stretched her wings for the first time to solar warmth that dried the moisture from the cocoon. When jackets hung outside desiccated their arm pit sweat from the boil of movement so needed. When the plums dried saltier like the charred flecks on skin from a brave forgotten jump into the blue. The deep dark night holding its cold essence now burned from the heat, evaporating like oil of lavender breezed by the window sill. Leaving an odor, a feeling lingering, soon to be irrecoverable. Oh it has come a time where art thou know it is now. An un-explainable prediction like seasons, timed un-perfectly. Like Rain on the wedding day, the resent to the un-controllable. Oh how the time has come sitting patiently in the midst of traffic for the green light. Planning the unity merge into the {one} lane. Driving roof off, subtle pollen tingling senses of hope that seeds planted are in action and all the waiting and watering is beginning to spread its petals. Love me not, love me now because the time is nigh. The streaming of aqua from the fountain of purity splashes and breaths new life in the blooming valley. From a simple action, to begin, is to be free. To un-knot the wings, butterfly and bee.
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Where the wood grows, I am Where the fur falls, I am When the saints bow, I stand When silence lives, I sound Before this, without sun, I rise After the pinnacle, where shadows of tree's still cast, I set There diamonds glisten like free jazz So my ears stare A clock reads 00:00 It never changes A stray cloud and a UFO, as quickly spotted, dissipates And a purple house on the hill of twin pines might not be entered this lifetime, but glorious its view We can move it closer, wherein the credence of nighttime.
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Change skipping Somethings that were seemingly the most important can change Where does our heart live? This moment in my life like a Toy Story, Woody left the gang to be a lost free toy.v We attach to things in our youth, still honoring and loyal to that with our names on it. Then the reflection, to see the world, to follow heart reveals itself through the water. Skipping only lasts so long and rocks run to the other side taking our need to keep skipping over. We stare, skipping on the other side feeling so far away from where we started skipping. Betraying the opposite but attentive to the opposition. Balance has bloomed among natures way. And on the way through change, picking up old toss's in the deep of our feet reminding us, we're walking.
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この人生 色んな段階 コントローラー 神聖 争奪早い 虫はいずれ蝶になる すぐすぐ覗いてる 人は死ぬのは知ってる もうすぐ泣いてる 秘密の挨拶 神様作った 法律 毎日攻撃的な階段 手の記号 三十三
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She ended in the corner of the floor her hands flicking switches faster than eyes meet in the subway on a rainy steamy morning. Admitting heat through the fingertips like sand falling crevasses flips snowflakes she shown, diamond points un-changed by social norms. She was the disguised high scorer waiting corner of the floor, er' hands warming up for her work aura at the love hotel. It sold her told her cold her hands were no more, end of the night back home a broken boat under the harbor she couldn't float. By day she sorted papers to pay her families supper a cupa rice, if she luck a neko mama. Her escape between these two hells had her winning lights comforting her sights a temporary dis-embark leading her down the road too far. She could not look back, cause the light was faded her mind jaded. That night of practice, her hands ached like knifes shaking in the blender crumpled to bits of steel, shattered dis-placements. But she won something more a boy watching from the floor saw an angel, she forget, but he was sure. Shaking he asked her to play a round blank she agreed the agreement which would change fate forever. So they synced in perfect time, like lights reflection water tied in knots now her heart cord cut a rope , it was love, a new kind. That night she left what situation would unfold left only up, death. A beginning to an end to start again.
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Wisdom hath' been removed by a 33rd degree order and the goods being eaten by the bad whose'a treating with weapons in sections lessons in lectures both in the cut both in the art. I thought about my wisdom the bounty, the lack this in-between a swollen seam to ad-dress i just had out spoke out from the mouth these words I wanna call wisdom these words from a mouse. None left of wisdom born with sets a many possibly, wisdom is born with the removal of one by one.
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33/33. Over a few months RHYME performed 33 of her original works in different locations throughout Tokyo, compiling some what lofi reading collection. Numerically mind funking you with rare sound bytes and passages, these written pieces had thrice served since Ezra Pound.
Each poem, handpicked and authentically recorded, holds it's own as it celebrates all the details and routes taken throughout this maze of power structure. Hold your teeth. The collection touches on themes such as Wisdom, the 33rd Degree Order, Dream states, Change and Rebirth. Also wit in a while....

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RHYME presents with 33/33. フリーメイソンのピラミッド・スキームについて考えるためのオリジナル詩作品です。ASMRと日本各地で録音されたサウンドスケープに彩られたこのポッドは、私たちの内なるサフィックスが崩壊を切望するプログラムされた階層に影を落とすことでしょう。この迷路の細部とルートを祝福するように、厳選され、忠実に録音されたそれぞれの詩は、独自の存在感を示しています。歯を食いしばって。このコレクションは、知恵、33度の秩序、夢の状態、変化と再生といったテーマに触れている。また、たまにはウィットも......。

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