If she believed she was perfectly free
to notice or not whatever she chose
why should she care
that a meaningful stare
was fixed on none other than she?
What was so outré about anyone
taking a drink at her favourite café
lauding the view
of the old and the new
at ease in the temperate sun?
Was there anything strange about her face
that until right now she hadn’t observed
or could this be
coincidentally
the starer’s most coveted place?
Was there a smidgen of food near her nose
or some dirt or debris on her jawline
or had she been
inconveniently seen
by one of her earlier foes?
The was the moment for sowers to reap
She commanded her eyes to obey her
Pivoting right
they then stopped in mid flight
for the starer was sound asleep!
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Posted: Jan 2022
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Somehow it all dont matter, whats wrong or whats right, because the beginning cant be the end?, or the end cant be the beginning? So, the beginning must be the start of the end? Then whats the point of beginning? So we end?
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Posted: Jan 2022
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Working out a solution, I've come to the conclusion tomorrow will be,
There's no need for discussion, I'll just kill you or you just kill me,
Either way tomorrow will be, just open your eyes so you can see,
When we are gone, won't be that long, the world won't end, just because
we do,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,my friend!
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Posted: Apr 2022
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WAR!!!!! is not the way, yet it's in our history, from tribes of old, to modern day, it seems to be that we cannot see, a new design, its always the same time after time, civilizations have ended before, probably thousands, we are destined to be just one more, there is no hope for humanity for the blind cannot see, there's only one way for it to end, a clean slate, for its just too late, to change, our history, that is drowned in misery, so a new beginning is our destiny, we will end ourselves eventually!
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Posted: Apr 2022
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What's the point? Is there a point? Can anyone show me the point? There is no point, we exist through a revolving door, no less and no more!
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Posted: Apr 2022
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I hear of this plan of "the creator" can it be?, seems very strange to me, a creator who can create such misery?, and all for what? and why should this be?, is there something I've missed? that I cannot see?
What does the "creator" want to create?, if the "creator" created the you and the me, why would it be we cannot see what "the creator" wants us to be, does the "creator" just watch to see, how we end this story?
And will "the creator" just start anew, over and over, constantly new, a never endiing cycle of thoughtful energy, created by you, by me, you will see, eventually!
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Posted: Apr 2022
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Is the honesty of what could be a painful reminder of what you see?
Is the truth of life to hard to bear? Can you be what you want to be?
Is the way forward easier, for you to see, never looking back, never
being there, being you and taking care, and tomorrow is a new day,
Don't see it different, don't see a way, it's there, it's here, come
what may.
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Posted: Jun 2022
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Who is real in a world of unreal, who is true in a world of untrue,
Who is right in a world of deception, who are you?
What makes you right?, what makes me right?, Don’t condemn
Because you can’t, don’t play the part, of judge and jury,
Don’t profess your innocence, don’t decide what’s right
Or wrong, don’t be a hypocrite don’t stand on your ideals,
Because it’s right from where you sit, don’t be what you
Don’t want to see, don’t join the company of hypocrisy
Think more and speak less, and allow life to be, then you
Will find yourself in the company of what was meant to be.
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Posted: Jun 2022
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It seems nothing changes, don’t ever speak too loud,
You are not allowed, those that profess, sometimes regress,
And the promise of equality is lost in the pursuit of being right
And for them its how it goes, who knows, where we go from
Here, tomorrow will be, with or without you or me.
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Posted: Jun 2022
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We live in captivity because we believe this is reality, nothing new, we can't see, the real you or the real me, it will always be the same, until we end this game, but then it starts anew, never a whole new me and never a whole new you.
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Posted: Apr 2022
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