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Publish the frickin ice shooting video, y'all frickin liars. A frickin person died.

a #poetry piece
called, a soul for a body:

Consuming the night, they circle
They’re stars, bright.
Shadows by the moon, circular light
Creatures, they roam
Blocked out of sight, their might
A son, not of the sun
Forever vain, and reaching for the
Continuum.

With lobbying and the flow of capital to the Capitol, such things are a bit more complicated than simply letting them fall. People get stuck in their own patterns, as cogs in a machine, including the voting cycle. Do this: term limits. Fundamental shifts in the way the system is run.

a #poem by GBM entitled millions
#poetry #poet

The world would be a better place if Putin went away, to the dirt.

Isn't it scary that the new pope is American, in some way? I mean, it's an honor, but America's ideals are not the most in line with that Church.

Your picture brings forth a harshness to the words expressed in your poem!

New years goals for a game worth playing

This my cats face, when i cut the chicken off his chicken legs and overcook his yokes on his morning eggs.

hilarious

He did it again.

:-]

Clear Year

Your doubt's permit revoked.
No more delays allowed.
This judgement is severe.

Discard the obscured pane.
Insist on sharp detail.
Such lucid defiance.

#poem #poetry #poemoftheday #poems #bluesky #blueskypoetry #photo #art #newyears #newyear

My motto: fewer storms, more sunrises.

I enjoyed this poem because it makes me wonder at my own vanity and raises a question of who "their" really is.

Language for these things
Seen. There’s a truth in your dreams,
That’s not able to be seen.

Lookin’ back at them days long gone,
Brain lacking the chemical response
To the fears of life

The truth is stranger than your worst
Dream. But there is beauty in the
Act of dreaming, it away.

Weather changed, felt it in my bones.
F****d around with forces that our eyes can’t see
Ain’t no darkness got a hold on me

Babe, I’ve been away,
Felt like ages, when you’re havin’
A blast, but it was only days.

They came in and threw the phone at the wall
Cry my tears
Who am I? Without a face at all.

Took a stab at the unknown
Came back scarred with that face, knowing all.
Was I changed? not at all.

Cry my tears.. Who am I without a face, at all.

Shows you things, others may
Not see.

Who are you trying to fool? Only fools are fooled.
Are you a fool? You have been fooled, fool.
That wool over your eyes may be moved,
With your own hand. The world will look
—much better when you see it even
More clearly. Insight is a drug like
Any other, addictive because it

Do you need some time to think it over??
Hello, we are all some form of a human
Life, liberty, & the PURSUIT of hap—
Pen-ings. Life is boring because it is
Long. That is not a reason to settle.
Society is a group of shared ex—
PRESSions. A need to impress
Is a form of weakness in your
Self.

#advice #poem

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And it starts with a:
F**k how you’re living
Even if your life’s in order
All you know, we’ve told ya
What good is life, if you can’t
Or couldn’t live past its confines
Shouldn’t you try to escape the cell
Wouldn’t that be a real source of free–
Dumb.

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A brief story of a walk into the future #abstract writing

sure shot, sure to make the fires start

And who cares about Cuba and Iran’s airspace? They’re insignificant. But when enemies gather, plans are made. And there are several years with that man still in office.

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Hardly, taking oil and killing drug mules is akin to a “police-ing” action; while Ukraine is a sovereign nation with a war front. But what is next? If the U.S. attacks a nation on its ground, will China be emboldened? Russia’s in no position to support two fronts, with its reliance on North Korea.

Seems like the world may be moving towards a more unstable condition. Countries are moving towards more wars, but it looks more like a show for their people, rather than any real intent. But the U.S. is being kinetic, which does provoke a response. Are they attempting what the Russians did?

Stumbling through the forest
On steps as light as the leaves
Crumbling are the–
Sounds of Ascension
When her enlightenment reached

a soul’s light winks in the night
lighting the only pathway
opening doors up
slamming shut bad thoughts
bringing forth enlightenment

Walking out the open door
Onto a golden pathway
Made of solid brick
Leading to answers
For the difficult questions

To hurt is to live
To find something worth hurting
Is to suffer
Finding meaning in suffering—
Is the first step to enlightenment.