They ask me to stand up
to exercise and play,
to run, to swim, to fly.
Very well...

One and all advise quiescence,
recommend counterpoisons, refer doctors.
they peek on me, perplexed.
"What's wrong?"

They suggest new sightings,
to try and get out, to not travel,
to cease living and to not perish.
It doesn't matter…

One and all see my struggle
for my bewildered expectancies,
the stumble of my now fickle nerve.
I do not consent…

One and all pick on my plagiarisms
with relentless blades,
judging, berating, amused.
I feel fear.

Frightened of everything,
of this morning's light, of the certain defeat.
For today I'm just a mortal,
decrepit and ephemeral.

For all this and more, on these short days
I'm not listening, I'm not here.
I yield, I strive again, I succumb.
I lock myself with and I open up to
my worst and most treacherous enemy,
"U" (my ego)

Who knew our spirits would be so easily broke? Who knew our past loves would come crawling up our legs to meet us for dinner? who knew the joys of rhythm and melody would stand and stare us down for hours and never lead with the first move. Who knew the catacombs of my fearing mind would desecrate the innards of my only wantings. Who knows why the big ones reel in after dusk. Why did things turn out in the season of so much anger? How can one overcome any proportion of ill intention to an honest living. Where are the street-grit-fighting-fearless godsends of our time. Where are the nights of comfort among the towering plagiarisms of sonic inequities. Why am I stone in my own mirror? And how often shall I have to shave off the transgressive anachronisms of the jesting majority-unjust. Will I ever see a cannon with a name other than "jesus the king" around the barracks of quen anne burrows? I am cold and engrossed with my feelings. I am the youth's catch-all phrase for re-new-all and desperate tendencies. I am the unconscious objection to that censure of my own old crowning. The way i was held like an infant again. I mustered and mangled and derived that only in my free gliding could i roll down the soft hills of my fervent dreams. I can smell and sense the rays of jubilation i reach when drifting in tangent with the innocuous verbiage of my unbridled soul. Bringing the bleak toned honesty I once and always devote my sincerity towards. and alas my mind begins burrowed in the melting tin of bleeding doves. Not to be confused with other obscurities We Speak Wandering. Pleasant by night,

i am tired, said the bear, everwhere hurts so dreadfully.



like the plague they copied, talked about me when

they do not even know me,

understand.



they do not know therefore what they

say…….



sbm.

note –
plagiarism
ˈpleɪdʒərɪz(ə)m/
noun
noun: plagiarism; plural noun: plagiarisms

    the practice of taking someone else’s work or ideas and passing them off as one’s own.
    “there were accusations of plagiarism”

Losing oneself into the breeze was wondrous,
Faulting someone else was slanderous,
Motioning to infinity without wings was flops,
I knew it's a moreover repetitious,
But for sure its own consciousness,
Not calligraphy of plagiarisms,
But that of blusterous
Like the great Helios.

Uncertainty Around Section 8: What We Know, Don’t Know, and Can Guess About Funding
Nixon Peabody’s Deborah VanAmerongen shares how bipartisan support in Congress may safeguard vital HUD programs in fiscal 2026.

She is intent on high crimes without favor to oppose.

Subverting democracy with crime finance

There's a few of her

Work is not affordable
Speculation affords you and me this after the feds release this abilify letterhead to us
Sign in there

I will be here

Now ability doesn't laugh

Now your not a journalist but you can help
help
#aoc #elizabethwarren #barackobama #rbreich #cagovernor #nytimes #washingtonpost #bbcnews #dailymirror #declanwalsh

You not a recipient of a section 8 letter from yourself your a crime


In the area of affordable no insurance or liability is created
Charity and non profit statement becomes numerical 5013

F.B.I does not leak D.O.J

RJG44T88

Many departments are not public information freedoms

Perhaps on earth when the kingdom opens up the interior department it's for you now

Tyler Hassen’s expected departure raises big questions about what’s next for the department’s cost-cutting effort and staff reorganization.

Tough math

Ethics

Plagiarisms

selling prostitution girl friend
to world in plagiarisms of ...? capitalism

so enjoyed is the self
which hunts worth beside the aspirin
cowardly flee
finding deep and empty housing of time