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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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8/33 Every Curse
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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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18/33 Before our eyes
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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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24/33 さらなる進化
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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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30/33 Change skipping
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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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31/33 この人生
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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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