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hemispheres or the ancestor verses, the might reverses what jesus vest curses

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Thoughts, who shall embrace empower.

A white blanket realy worth a whole fire.

Perhabs really none as some maybe, not known.

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Inner comm8tment.

Some inner commitment made you not pull the fame path in the so called so called aged like youth.

Oh what a sudden proof? My died without a one only truth.

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#minipacifica #slashedegoasks

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Time is short, fuck havin a breath. Why a need?

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Gotta read it again and again

Be careful the fruits you harvest

Sometimes the tree or bush or plant

Seems beautiful, seems sweet

But the after taste, the after bite

Can bring you to your knees

And leave you sick, convulsing

Screaming to the gods

“Mercy, please!”

And they don’t always listen

And they don’t always care

For it was the gods

Who on a whim

Placed the fruits there

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© -Michael Greywood Poetry- 2019

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There is a art of thrit eye, it's the empty eye. Trigger of the so known psychosis. Various senses, in front of the truth sense, that is free, captured by the manufactured problem ego, makes it varoius and only brave of willing to suffer from selffollowin, the truth one, gold and white, darkest knight, is the finish to be the third senses controller, fillin all with all able. True is yours and mine of this text

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Love to that say, do it light, do it none, get your bosly done. Feel that catch, the best is tellin you, and at least that is telling you, the best is hear to connect with you.

I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within. – Gustave Flaubert

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is that we?

if we see link to link, i and you betta have you and i.

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Thinkin about lost chances outside, by the lost fences.

One Day

One day we’ll be in sync.  One day we’ll all be linked. One day we’ll be a  family. 

One day quarrels will cease. One day we’ll be at peace. One day, one wonderful, happy day.

One day we’ll arrive at satisfaction And no one will take any harmful action. Compassion and trust will be the natural way of humanity.

One day, when will that one day be?

One day the air will clear. One day smiles will appear. One day we’re going to get along.

One day we’ll be new and improved. One day we’ll be in the groove. One day, one wonderful happy day.

One day we’ll arrive at satisfaction And no one will take any harmful action Compassion and trust will be the natural way of humanity.

One day, when will that one day be?

Bruce Adler

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the poorly understandable says: “Let’s me understand about letting go, but betta still doin it quiet till some forgotten, far spreaded.”

What goes unwished,

Safely stays in the heart,

Bound and buried,

Never spoken to the stars,

And yet the heaven knows,

Even what remains untold.

-Sparkandashes via tumblr // “what goes unwished ”

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every illusion lays in truth

a hidden materia beyond boundaries of time is the frame of the dwell.

to know it, means, u let capture urself by yourself

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It’s rather painful, you know

That growth we all talk about

It is painful to dig your roots deeper

Into the crushing pressures of the earth

It aches to stretch your branches

High enough into the night sky

To be able to touch the stars

It hurts to grow that tough outer skin

That protects us from the things

We don’t wish to let in

Because last time the storm came

The debris pierced our skin

All the way to the heart

The winds tore our branches away

Tossing them to the ground

And the force of the rain

Loosened our foundation

Until we leaned, almost fallen over

It hurts, oh how it hurts

To grow and become something new

But I’ll tell you something secret

You’ll blossom all the brighter

When you you finally do

And the fruit you bear will be sweeter

And the stars will grace your dreams

Because once it is all said and done

Growth is never as painful as it seemed

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© -Michael Greywood Poetry- 2019

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From Andrea Gibson’s book, LORD OF THE BUTTERFLIES.

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Konektion

Endlich!

Unzufrieden und nicht allein, Mich abgezogen. Wäre ich doch nur geflogen und es ist nicht gelogen, Sie sind von Einbildung betrogen. Betrüger!

Wenn ich sage: ”Ciao” und gehe, du das Bitte wie ich verstehe. “Genug°!”

Keine Liebe für Dich, Keine Liebe von Mir.

Will das Wichtig nehmen, was du aus Furcht nicht mehr anfasst. Meinend es ist etwas daran falsch. Deine Furcht und resultierend die Anhänglichkeit ist falsch.

Nimm dich wichtig, aber mach dich nicht für Uns wichtig.            

Wir wollen frei sein. Vögel teilen sich die Luft. Spürst Du?