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J Bjork Mar 19
Culture runs backwards:
strength is weakness,
soft is
empowerment-
dissuade yourself from
this rampant mindset
we've placed upon thrones,
instead find reserve to manifest
and bask in
this well of fluidity
that masculinity
can never hone

Heavy lies the crown,
it is hard
be free with the wind
like a fallen leaf
and you will catch
a safe ride home
from Mother Earth herself-
even though her tread
is unsteady,
she flows

Only when you are
certain
that there is
nowhere to be
except where you are,
will you find exemption
from the urge to shape
or control

The gut
is a compass,
let it guide you to
novelty,
and what lies beneath
the surface: that is where
adventure begins,
it takes one big leap
but you will let go
until there is nothing
left to rescind
03/25
Mark Wanless Mar 17
i exist in a
vast creation of humans
so just a real life
How cruel is reality,
I loved Truth,
An idol of a speaker,
An intelligent human being.

But maybe not,
Maybe he really was an evil thing,
Maybe they were all right,
The questions just pile up.

Where did he go, why did he leave,
Is he coming back, or gone for certain,
Was he really a good person,
Or was I wrong all along.
I think we all know Mr Truth, he's a big name. I love his work and I believe that he is a good person. But with all the claims and random attacks surfacing against him, I don't know if it's just instigation anymore.
Every splash of ink,
Every drag of this pen.

Is another gift in the face of common man,
An honor that is art to the human soul.

For if not for this music,
Spirits would grow old, crumbling in the cold.
Art is a true blessing.
Religion was genius,
A system built on brotherhood and loyalty.
Worship was a good idea,
But it was bad to put it in the hands on man.
The broken emotions of mortal ideals,
Took a good thing and destroyed it.
Religious war is the most ****** and disturbing battle of all time.
The noises of coffee cups and sips,

The sound of talking and gestures,

the body impressions and emotions of the people are drawing into the room,

The smell of perfumes climbing up the nose,

The smell of fresh coffee fulfilling the room,

They both interacting as a duet,

People inhaling the letters and words of the books they reading,

They are capturing the songs they listen to,

People letting their ideas flow into their laptops,

This place is special and for me the peak of being a human,

The variety is the reason why we are human beings,

Everyone defines in their own way why they are human beings.
As the sun goes down,
I find I'm staring with a frown.

I would be smiling wide,
If not for my lonesome,
All the tears the rain cried.

Though I guess it's just another human thing,
It's the lonely nights that make the moon spin round.
I know it's so
neth jones Feb 26
The world makes flights   white flakes of code
snow  like knowledge   alights on the ground
to become a muddy fusion
01/01/25
Saman Badam Feb 16
For law doesn't divide the men from beasts,
For law divides the beasts—but wild from tame.
So born, the law from strife in lands too vast,
A beast of burden, cast from iron frame.

In name of justice, law is served at last,
And gobbled fast by starving men at large.
The peddled chains that kept their hands in cast
Held order buoyed on seas of chaos—like barge.

The best we have: a barge that sails across,
For better stuck than sinking, grasping breath.
The beasts that will not kneel are nailed to cross
And bled till chaos wrung from them—or death.

Forever beasts, to ever-gnawing end,
And ever chained away from clawing rend.
nicole Feb 6
has anyone ever noticed how similar humans are to rotten fruit? we're all just messed up creatures on the inside with beautiful shells, some more pleasing than the others. take a bite and you might get sick. the rotten parts do spread, that is if you don't take care of them. like a broken heart...
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