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Dondaycee Oct 2018
I’m a new kid,
I have a new name.
A new game?
I’m; here…
Undisputed,
I can’t reMember My Old name-
-I’m… Here…

Why do adults live with separation?
I mean; people don’t communicate,
“Consuming assumptions so you can hate”,
But know it is only the variables that are even exchangeable when reaching solutions in mind,
Peep thee illusions of time,
If we live in the moments, it’s fine-
Until we come across a choice and we’re absent from our voice,
It’s the voices we’re fed that sides;
Uhh DECIIDE!,
(“be humble”)
There’s THREE TIMES,
(“sit down”)
Now breathe…
The dreams I’m having, reiterated “I” in past;
But yet, I’m here,
Right now, my last thought is the last, last,
Cause says be; clear,
On my intentions,
I want love and affection,
That’s why I put myself sec (secondary) and,
Call me Reese Bobby;
In a world of duality,
“If you ain’t first-”
-You’re definitely not second,

What is transgression?
-If we were made to be,
Why does the resurrection of thy self only exist in make belief?
How can I indulge and embrace realities that weren’t made for me?
Especially when I was giving my own, it seems foolish to trade my ability to see,

I experienced her;
It’s a blessing, how she’d hold me tight,
I experienced him,
I never questioned who he was, inside,
I never fight… unless it’s by side,
It is beside, I fought with them; I speak of internal conflict,
Control accomplished,
The ego beyond it; we realize it’s the experience that takes us to a place in time, I speak of a space in a line that curves on a geometric plane that consists of circles intertwined that is often perceived as the fabrics of the universe but to save us the stretch of time, we see that it is the experience that defines life,
So who am I?
That question’s redundant,
It is all that resides in me;
I.e. abundance,
It is because of everyone in my reality, that I was able to see the cohesion, and it is because of that reason that I experience oneness,
I’m simply done with,
Using other people’s beliefs to constitute how I interact,
Because their realities are incompatible with what I essentially, intend to attract,
Certain interactions can remain abstract,
I can no longer take opinions on thoughts, if I’m the only one experiencing thoughts;
Your imagination shouldn’t be programed to be comprehensive with the past- extract,
There’s no math in that,
You’re just rearranging the variables, there’s no flow towards the conclusion;
Perspectives placed in fact,
And although this realization can be an impact,
We’d only turn our focus into a debate on what you did lack rather than embracing the thoughts that occurred that would only exploit one thing,
The solutions to the equations that you did have,
As the creators of our realities,
If it is problematic, the writer of the problem encodes an Easter egg that exploits how it is; it was you who did it,
How can we enjoy new thoughts, if they are the old thoughts?
We revisit.
It’s impossible to allude in digits if it is one we elicit…

People love my personality; they obviously love themselves,
Seeing myself in them is why I became an advocate for the conscious body of thought...and it’s health,
I.e. I express our extrinsic abundance of wealth;
I’ll reiterate; I.a. free man,
That’s: free thought, free love, free plan,
I’ll obliterate the mean-in; AI by using IA,
U-no reverse cards was the cause of humans comprehending backwards my friend,
We live backwards because we look back first,
So I’m confused on the AI fuss,
If an Artificial Intelligence is constructed based off our current level of intelligence, and is only responsive to our negligence because of the installment of IA (information architecture), then there’s no possible way for this room to have an elephant being that an AI is just an extension of us,

Who do you love?
-Is it enough?
-curious in, experiencing experiences other than lust…

I’m hearing some things,
“Who do I touch?”
Rhetorical questions; my love is a gift which seeded from trust,
I’m not one of them, I’m one of us,
One of a kind yet mind; innumerous,

I was born and knew nothing,
Only sure of my existence,
I experienced life and only found myself,
Time is only distorted when mind is missing,
Be mindful of your thoughts, it is the structure of your personality,
We just went through seven chakras expressing rationality;
I think we all can agree that T-B.O.P’s in another dimension,
And all she wants is for us to merge into our bodies potential extension...
PHI
SL Weisend May 2014
To be born, is to emerge as a soul within a verse  

existing through eyes, ears, nose, and feelers.      
Persistent as the bindweed thriving in a blind spot
and the rat-fleas riding around in the cellar.
            
All life contains this soul, it’s in; the drumming and the drift,
the way one shifts to their feet when battling the throes,
and the persistence of plague, which
encodes each cell with a rhythm and a role.  
                                        
To drown in a river is to **** that portion of the river’s soul,
as there is no way; no lungs, no mouth
to resuscitate waters that can no longer flow.
The soul needs a body to show; the body needs a soul to breathe out

to be re-born, is to re-exist in recurse of a soul already given,
that is, unless, the soul has already been driven out.      

S.L. Weisend-  2014                      
Honeydrops Apr 2014
Only my heart could tell
What my face could not express
Though,I smile as if at ease
But only my heart could tell
That truly I miss you so often

Often
As my heart beats,
It plays a blues encodes
With passion
Its rhymes you could hear
And slowly dance together with my heart
Although,
The lip expresses a happy face
But deep down my heart
I'm hanging..
Its like suicide....
Yet,I'm not dead...
This distance is becoming unbearable,
To see you becomes my dream
As long as my eyes re shut
And my fantasizes
Even when they re widely apart
I tell you again,
Only my heart can express this feeling,
The feelings the face can not tell

The light of my Hope seems burning out
My faith diminishing...
But with Love I believe
Its liquids will regenerate it
That long lost hope...
Will burn again
Ravishing us and tighting our bonds
And together I believe we will walk through this
Because,
All will share is true Love
And true love,I believe
Live happily ever after.....
#distance#killing#me#but#i# won't#burn out.
So the Datamaster encodes the Fray
And tried to submit those Terms with you Two
What once his Morphing Body by Sons decay
Threw the Keys to Salt the Sugar in you
So why do you think I try to avoid
That Swollen Army grossed to Petition
And signed, perkept, smiles the Avenging Void
Then pins it neatly in Recognition
You're not alone, Madam, for it to Stop
Which I too want to end this Currency
Tell him now! His Black Shy Trumpet a-top
Will finally hand this Insolvency.
I try to avoid it; You know I do
I only just wish you do your Part too.
#tomdaleytv #tomdaley1994
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
Whilst licking the salt from the niche
betwixt thumb and index
my eyes tilt into
your mutually skewed gaze

Your tongue grazes
your fleshy recess in unison.

Escapade gleaned
From occipital across
somatic plane
Wanton brow flourish
signs antic invitation

Insistence consortia encodes
in labyrinthine circling hips
Rushing urgency surges in acknowledged wake
Evna-Luna Jul 2016
Night falls through a brooding glass
Owls carries the fear of the day through an eerie sight
Moon shines on and consoles the forgotten souls
A Wolf howls from a Fearful hill
The night takes its form and structure
Ends and a new day begins

A child is born and cries, he begins to die as each day fades
Setting sun fades into*  COSMIC DEPTHS  to rise again
Sky turns from grey to silver, then black, then silver again
DNA encodes within a man to start another clone of his Father
Heart beats over and over again
Yet the heart gets the smallest amount of blood
All these
Ends and a new life begins


Birds tweet away the night's sorrow at dawn
Rain cascades and falls on Earth's landscape, as it romances the air and kiss the window pane
Families on sundays visit St Patrick's Cathedral and pray to God
As they did four years ago and still do concurrently
Women go naked to feed their damaged ego
The little children watch them on TV and go with the pace
Evil Fathers behind close doors
Romance their little daughters
And shut their mouth by threatening them with the knife
While Mothers pray and intercedes for the world on bended knees
While the moon hides and shy away from earth's darkness
While no
  STARS GUIDE AN EVIL NIGHT

All these too ends and begins in a never ending stream of continuity as long as we have breath

ENDS AND BEGINS


EVNA-LUNA©

2016

**ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Inspired by the Poetess Fay Slim's Poem's title  BEGINS AND ENDS
ChinHooi Ng Mar 2019
Green grass decoding
shapes of flowers
it seems there's only
sakura
in the parcel
of time
a gardener
encodes time into petals
and gives them to trees
a planter
planting grains of words
and fragrance of dew
into the fleeting
sand of time.
W H McLellan Aug 2019
Lake folk don’t get us swamp people
spit it like an insult
say drain it
mock her swamp ***
write don’t let your data lake become it
a dump where it all flows in and
none of it flows out
it shouldn’t take a data scientist
to know that’s a salt sea *******
go drain a different metaphor
take an unstructured Saturday
let old black tea
rain run off to steep in Cyprus leaves
learn you to forget
learn you on its knees to
spec out a filter
think you could march across
this neon ****
without soggy socks
look away
sink in with spirits of sorely missed runaways
husbands to humble azaleas
pompous camellias
shepherds to growling gators
shy snappers
hissing cottonmouths
beneath chartreuse buzzard whirlpools
while a redheaded woodpecker encodes clus.ter.****.
while a blue jay screams thief! Thief!
for nobody but me too listening
tunnel through gray beards
machines lynched dead in live oaks
saunter from Four Holes to the lazy Edisto
meander to meet her shady cousins
an ACE up three sleeves
past ***** waving fiddler *****
freshen up the breakers
then tell me you do not find lovely
my Lowcountry’s languid spleen
;

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