The Dirt Bag
Pile it on, pile it on, lol. All the trash you say, do and execute just adds up. Whether it's to yourself or others. It has to go some where. Where, lets see. Ever get that emotional baggage slowly creeping out your stomach or maybe the slight pinches on your skin at night. Or that bearded lady feel like there is an entity present but nothing is seen. That is the trash lingering around with its foul stench. You can't see it, smell it, but it is there. You may walk into a room and smell it or have this strange feeling that something nasty is around you but you can't see. That's the dirt that piles up. And for some it piles up for so long. They began to think it not there but it is. You can't see it but it's like that old Peanuts character "Pig-PIn" where the dirt just follows him everywhere attached. Consuming everything in its path with no remorse. That's the pile on from the dirt bag being kept. - E.Spencer
Pile it on, pile it on, lol. All the trash you say, do and execute just adds up. Whether it's to yourself or others. It has to go some where. Where, lets see. Ever get that emotional baggage slowly creeping out your stomach or maybe the slight pinches on your skin at night. Or that bearded lady feel like there is an entity present but nothing is seen. That is the trash lingering around with its foul stench. You can't see it, smell it, but it is there. You may walk into a room and smell it or have this strange feeling that something nasty is around you but you can't see. That's the dirt that piles up. And for some it piles up for so long. They began to think it not there but it is. You can't see it but it's like that old Peanuts character "Pig-PIn" where the dirt just follows him everywhere attached. Consuming everything in its path with no remorse. That's the pile on from the dirt bag being kept. - E.Spencer
VALUE
Everything is broken down to value.
"To Value yourself. Value your higher power"
*When you see a celebrity, sometimes we put value into them and will accept more from them.
*Making appointments in high and mighty places give an edge for the feeling of value.
*Minimize the power of the --- . It's a devalue factor.
*Another persons actions should not make anyone's actions, it minimizes their value.
*Do not minimize your value.
~Anonymous~
Everything is broken down to value.
"To Value yourself. Value your higher power"
*When you see a celebrity, sometimes we put value into them and will accept more from them.
*Making appointments in high and mighty places give an edge for the feeling of value.
*Minimize the power of the --- . It's a devalue factor.
*Another persons actions should not make anyone's actions, it minimizes their value.
*Do not minimize your value.
~Anonymous~
Deal of the Scrub
The feeling of the rush, the feeling of frustration. A compiled conversation into the realm of real live classification. Making the meet of ends come together. Weathering through an unknown commentary since now from February. Leaving an unofficial pattern of negligence. Did I start from scratch or was it a planned offense? Did we want it, or did it come from a yet to be unidentified source? Looking for the pressure release in the garden of peace. The voice said your already there, your just unaware of your surroundings. It's astounding how close you are to the resolute. The truth, is it the proof of things we say and do. Running through the rigger ma roe of uncontested policies professed to be a climatic upheaval towards a channel of enlightenment.
Affectionate patterns give way to that endorphin feel that heal all hurts and physical dimensions of our reality only to last for a limited time, unlike the healing of our divine. Delivering the weight from our shoulders making us a bit more bolder in a humble way. Today and everyday as long as we pray. Directing us toward the right path taking a bath to be worthy of a better day, a better way. Common denominators often walk in similar ways. As the days go forward, the lies diminish. It seems as we were finished. More like replenished. New beginnings, from now until infinity. The benefits surround you and me. Take a closer look, a regal attempt to do it by the book. Whose book? The book of crooks? Depends on how you look. Or maybe who wrote it. Rant or devoted? Should have been promoted. Or perhaps just vote it! Into law. Don’t take a fall for a tiger claw or the back against the wall idea. How do you feel?
The feeling of the rush, the feeling of frustration. A compiled conversation into the realm of real live classification. Making the meet of ends come together. Weathering through an unknown commentary since now from February. Leaving an unofficial pattern of negligence. Did I start from scratch or was it a planned offense? Did we want it, or did it come from a yet to be unidentified source? Looking for the pressure release in the garden of peace. The voice said your already there, your just unaware of your surroundings. It's astounding how close you are to the resolute. The truth, is it the proof of things we say and do. Running through the rigger ma roe of uncontested policies professed to be a climatic upheaval towards a channel of enlightenment.
Affectionate patterns give way to that endorphin feel that heal all hurts and physical dimensions of our reality only to last for a limited time, unlike the healing of our divine. Delivering the weight from our shoulders making us a bit more bolder in a humble way. Today and everyday as long as we pray. Directing us toward the right path taking a bath to be worthy of a better day, a better way. Common denominators often walk in similar ways. As the days go forward, the lies diminish. It seems as we were finished. More like replenished. New beginnings, from now until infinity. The benefits surround you and me. Take a closer look, a regal attempt to do it by the book. Whose book? The book of crooks? Depends on how you look. Or maybe who wrote it. Rant or devoted? Should have been promoted. Or perhaps just vote it! Into law. Don’t take a fall for a tiger claw or the back against the wall idea. How do you feel?
The good, the bad, and the ritualistic.
Open sesame she said and the world opened up creating a blazing flash across the sky. Sighs of the afflicted sang a song of mourn. Pretending to be innocent to hide the deception within. A calling that burned so deep that it radiated through the entire body. That gross arrogant feeling of superiority over one inferior never amended the chemical imbalance that plagued that soul for days on end, even months.
Carrying the burden of a faulted individual. Even the autonomy of my own control never could convinced the figurine enough to stop her path already embedded, taught, and manifested for one specific design. Protection. "Protection from what" he said. She glanced at him looked away then looked again. "Of me" she said. "The valley is porous but fully deep closer toward the middle", she followed. Slowly gazing at the muddy ground from days of rain and the rubbish humid air inadvertently made here scratch the lower part of her arm without looking. I need a ritual, that proclaims, molds and gives me grace to who I am. This is my legacy. Passing on from generation to generation. -
The point of this short story is this. Sometimes there are ways and rituals taught to us with realizing it potential results good or bad. And as these followings can have long term results that may go from decade to decade or even generation to generation. It is up to all of us to discern that truth.
Open sesame she said and the world opened up creating a blazing flash across the sky. Sighs of the afflicted sang a song of mourn. Pretending to be innocent to hide the deception within. A calling that burned so deep that it radiated through the entire body. That gross arrogant feeling of superiority over one inferior never amended the chemical imbalance that plagued that soul for days on end, even months.
Carrying the burden of a faulted individual. Even the autonomy of my own control never could convinced the figurine enough to stop her path already embedded, taught, and manifested for one specific design. Protection. "Protection from what" he said. She glanced at him looked away then looked again. "Of me" she said. "The valley is porous but fully deep closer toward the middle", she followed. Slowly gazing at the muddy ground from days of rain and the rubbish humid air inadvertently made here scratch the lower part of her arm without looking. I need a ritual, that proclaims, molds and gives me grace to who I am. This is my legacy. Passing on from generation to generation. -
The point of this short story is this. Sometimes there are ways and rituals taught to us with realizing it potential results good or bad. And as these followings can have long term results that may go from decade to decade or even generation to generation. It is up to all of us to discern that truth.
How To Identify Toxic Behavior
Energy vampires are people who drain your emotional energy. They feed on your willingness to listen and care for them. They leave you feeling exhausted and overwhelmed. Starting to sound familiar? Here's how to identify and respond to this toxic behavior.
Masters of Delusion : A Narcissistic Testimony
I am me. I own it. The life, the cars, clothes and houses. I run it. What I say will go. I do not care. I do not despair or have empathy for your feelings or pathetic relationships. I did it all myself with some help from you. "hmm" those I used to uplift me to where I wanted to be. I did not fret, blink an eye or launder away your emotional baggage you placed upon me. Instead I moved along to my next masterpiece of my new and improved self. My worth super exceeds yours. That is why my plan is far more superior than what you can imagine. You don't know what I've been through is my motto along with you don't know what I'm capable of. I don't care. I want mine first. Attention, attention, attention is my melody.
I am the allegiant, the prestigious, the elite. Competition will be eradicated. I approximate my rivals every move and coordinate to win every time. Some call it criminal, but it may come to subliminal if have to. To win. To win. To win I must have. It is my right, my entitlement, what I born with by design. I align with only those that are on my level. I can be plain, I can be magnificent. Whichever I choose. I may rouse you or dispose of your feelings to make mine more important in every instance. I am ultra intelligent. I am a magnet to those who don't have the plan. - Anonymous
I am me. I own it. The life, the cars, clothes and houses. I run it. What I say will go. I do not care. I do not despair or have empathy for your feelings or pathetic relationships. I did it all myself with some help from you. "hmm" those I used to uplift me to where I wanted to be. I did not fret, blink an eye or launder away your emotional baggage you placed upon me. Instead I moved along to my next masterpiece of my new and improved self. My worth super exceeds yours. That is why my plan is far more superior than what you can imagine. You don't know what I've been through is my motto along with you don't know what I'm capable of. I don't care. I want mine first. Attention, attention, attention is my melody.
I am the allegiant, the prestigious, the elite. Competition will be eradicated. I approximate my rivals every move and coordinate to win every time. Some call it criminal, but it may come to subliminal if have to. To win. To win. To win I must have. It is my right, my entitlement, what I born with by design. I align with only those that are on my level. I can be plain, I can be magnificent. Whichever I choose. I may rouse you or dispose of your feelings to make mine more important in every instance. I am ultra intelligent. I am a magnet to those who don't have the plan. - Anonymous
Time Will Tell
Flavor is her name. Un-cornered is her fame. Why is their always a blame for the choices others make when they bring problems my way. Where we free or did we miss the open market shopping spree. Envious broken. Foul words remain unspoken. Mind your thoughts before the filet comes or should I say lobotomy. Always measuring yourself to what others do. Disarm that. Find another crew. Live not in shame, Just find you. Too many times certain voices reach the wrong ears and causes a tidal wave of tumultuous tears. Strife leading a system of unclear thoughts.
Don't give up, you say. When I really wanted to. That's the life I bought into. Fashioning my desire into spiritual thoughts. Let's meditate. How long can one get by with erratic self medication. A pen in the pocket sitting next to a wallet of empathy. Depending on the day. For some instances it can dance away the pity. Climbing to the top of a ladder called we shall overcome. Looked in the mirror yesterday and pulled the ticket of we are not done. Heard it a half million times from others repeating that chant. Should I be held accountable for the mistakes i tried not to make. I recant. Or take the responsibility. Open the door to new adventures. Cancel out the drama and start snapping different pictures. Time will tell.
Flavor is her name. Un-cornered is her fame. Why is their always a blame for the choices others make when they bring problems my way. Where we free or did we miss the open market shopping spree. Envious broken. Foul words remain unspoken. Mind your thoughts before the filet comes or should I say lobotomy. Always measuring yourself to what others do. Disarm that. Find another crew. Live not in shame, Just find you. Too many times certain voices reach the wrong ears and causes a tidal wave of tumultuous tears. Strife leading a system of unclear thoughts.
Don't give up, you say. When I really wanted to. That's the life I bought into. Fashioning my desire into spiritual thoughts. Let's meditate. How long can one get by with erratic self medication. A pen in the pocket sitting next to a wallet of empathy. Depending on the day. For some instances it can dance away the pity. Climbing to the top of a ladder called we shall overcome. Looked in the mirror yesterday and pulled the ticket of we are not done. Heard it a half million times from others repeating that chant. Should I be held accountable for the mistakes i tried not to make. I recant. Or take the responsibility. Open the door to new adventures. Cancel out the drama and start snapping different pictures. Time will tell.
See The Breeze
My move or be moved, stuck again. What's the difference between a modern sin and old friend. Began under a tree trunk embankment. Eyes glanced toward which way the wind blows. Opportunity lasted. Only so long. A shotgun couldn't blast -- this. Affectionate bliss compartmentalized in a smooth gestured faced motion. Flashback of ocean waves whipping across my brain. Crackling of the wavy ocean. Wishing it was just a love potion so it could wear off at some point. But it wouldn't. That was the point. A cinematic expression of perfection, no rejection. Came with euphoric batteries and a warranty of lifetime protection. Wind hits the other ear. Small voice it says come near. Turn my head to see a pier.
Imagination escapes. From in to out projected into a manifestation of delusion or no. Every possible physics equation thought about, contemplated and reasoned with. So. What do I see. The bandwagon at that dock. I forgot so much about. Used to picture running reaching for it's departure. That all I thought about. Seemed the wooden vessel became farther and farther. Nothing to doubt but my own cognitive fixation on what was pseudo or what was real. Did I make it to the boat. Yes.
My move or be moved, stuck again. What's the difference between a modern sin and old friend. Began under a tree trunk embankment. Eyes glanced toward which way the wind blows. Opportunity lasted. Only so long. A shotgun couldn't blast -- this. Affectionate bliss compartmentalized in a smooth gestured faced motion. Flashback of ocean waves whipping across my brain. Crackling of the wavy ocean. Wishing it was just a love potion so it could wear off at some point. But it wouldn't. That was the point. A cinematic expression of perfection, no rejection. Came with euphoric batteries and a warranty of lifetime protection. Wind hits the other ear. Small voice it says come near. Turn my head to see a pier.
Imagination escapes. From in to out projected into a manifestation of delusion or no. Every possible physics equation thought about, contemplated and reasoned with. So. What do I see. The bandwagon at that dock. I forgot so much about. Used to picture running reaching for it's departure. That all I thought about. Seemed the wooden vessel became farther and farther. Nothing to doubt but my own cognitive fixation on what was pseudo or what was real. Did I make it to the boat. Yes.
Weeds of Reality
The days as they quickly go by. The nights as they slowly unwind. Keeping in mind the time. When actions and words still mean everything. A cold shoulder to comply with. A warm pillow to lie down with, a close pal to sigh with. That very voice, that choice of a better understanding can lead to an unconditional presence of the weight that I am commanding. Take surveys, give opinions and even lend your ear. Though you can hear, the process of resolution is near. Leave fear here on a page. To be read and interpreted. So the reader may be at ease at what they don't have to see.
Gradual blindness or the will to not want to know illuminates when the truth becomes shown. Like imagining a glass that's full when its really empty. It is that true realization in itself creating the best cause for sympathy. TBC
The days as they quickly go by. The nights as they slowly unwind. Keeping in mind the time. When actions and words still mean everything. A cold shoulder to comply with. A warm pillow to lie down with, a close pal to sigh with. That very voice, that choice of a better understanding can lead to an unconditional presence of the weight that I am commanding. Take surveys, give opinions and even lend your ear. Though you can hear, the process of resolution is near. Leave fear here on a page. To be read and interpreted. So the reader may be at ease at what they don't have to see.
Gradual blindness or the will to not want to know illuminates when the truth becomes shown. Like imagining a glass that's full when its really empty. It is that true realization in itself creating the best cause for sympathy. TBC
excerpts from
The Camoumille Diaries Part 27
TILO KAIN · SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 6, 2016
Both of the trucks were shaped like UPS Cargo vehicles honking and lights flickering. We knew they had to be stolen because the drivers seemed to be swerving erratically. Oh great, Charlie yelled. More trouble. No, Carol replied. Maybe it’s a way out. Everyone began to carry a sigh of relief as the truck pulled up the hospital circle way. Fortunately, we weren’t able to find any more cadavers during the search throughout the hospital. So hopefully I thought, we isolated the contamination issue and can leave here safely. So many thoughts were racing through my head as the vans pulled in front of the entrance. Both of them parked, engine running and headlights on, one behind the other.
Officially, I was thinking this is too good to be true. However it wasn’t. Suddenly the first truck exploded giving way for the emergency room entrance to collapse partially blocking the way in. Fire broke out. Then I felt a tight knot in the left part of my stomach. Stiff and tight. Oh my God, Lara hollered. Get down! Charlie yelled. Everyone ducked below the second story window we where all peeking from. You could hear the crackling of the blaze as the flames engulfed the sign and some of the inner flammable parts of the ER area.
The stench was very strong. Smells of gasoline mixed with plastic and rubber. Unmoved the second car backed up a little and kept the engine running. That thing’s big enough to carry all of us outta here, Sean noticed. How do we know that it won’t explode too? Charlie sarcastically replied. We don’t know, Ray said. But it couldn’t hurt to find out. Never the less, that fire needs to be put out before it spreads any more. I’ll go, I said. I will too, Lara added. Count me in, Sean nudged. Lets go. There is at least two fire extinguishers on each floor and some by the main entrance. We all headed towards the steps grabbing the tubes on the way.
By the time we got near the ER, the fire had spread halfway across the unit. Very hot. The main double doors were hot to the touch. So we used the canisters to push our way through it. In front of us, a smoke filled room with small fires here and there. I took towards the right, Lara to the left and Sean in the middle. We began spraying the bases of each fire. One at a time. Sequentially hitting each one. At last we were able to reach the truck focusing our spray on the engine and undercarriage gas lines. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a shadow shuffling around in the second truck. - ES
The Camoumille Diaries Part 27
TILO KAIN · SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 6, 2016
Both of the trucks were shaped like UPS Cargo vehicles honking and lights flickering. We knew they had to be stolen because the drivers seemed to be swerving erratically. Oh great, Charlie yelled. More trouble. No, Carol replied. Maybe it’s a way out. Everyone began to carry a sigh of relief as the truck pulled up the hospital circle way. Fortunately, we weren’t able to find any more cadavers during the search throughout the hospital. So hopefully I thought, we isolated the contamination issue and can leave here safely. So many thoughts were racing through my head as the vans pulled in front of the entrance. Both of them parked, engine running and headlights on, one behind the other.
Officially, I was thinking this is too good to be true. However it wasn’t. Suddenly the first truck exploded giving way for the emergency room entrance to collapse partially blocking the way in. Fire broke out. Then I felt a tight knot in the left part of my stomach. Stiff and tight. Oh my God, Lara hollered. Get down! Charlie yelled. Everyone ducked below the second story window we where all peeking from. You could hear the crackling of the blaze as the flames engulfed the sign and some of the inner flammable parts of the ER area.
The stench was very strong. Smells of gasoline mixed with plastic and rubber. Unmoved the second car backed up a little and kept the engine running. That thing’s big enough to carry all of us outta here, Sean noticed. How do we know that it won’t explode too? Charlie sarcastically replied. We don’t know, Ray said. But it couldn’t hurt to find out. Never the less, that fire needs to be put out before it spreads any more. I’ll go, I said. I will too, Lara added. Count me in, Sean nudged. Lets go. There is at least two fire extinguishers on each floor and some by the main entrance. We all headed towards the steps grabbing the tubes on the way.
By the time we got near the ER, the fire had spread halfway across the unit. Very hot. The main double doors were hot to the touch. So we used the canisters to push our way through it. In front of us, a smoke filled room with small fires here and there. I took towards the right, Lara to the left and Sean in the middle. We began spraying the bases of each fire. One at a time. Sequentially hitting each one. At last we were able to reach the truck focusing our spray on the engine and undercarriage gas lines. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a shadow shuffling around in the second truck. - ES
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Over the Martin Luther King, Jr. holiday this year, it was a perfect time for me to reflect as how to last year has transgressed in my life. With the inauguration of a new president, lifestyle and social media options positive things can happen. Considering the progression of so many new and countless movements from race, gender and sex, it's difficult to not think of the human, animal and spiritual minds it affects. In all my life, I've never seen such a competitive spirit over something that I may consider the least important. But for some, what we deem as not important may be the most important thing for them. Constantly I have this dream about an old broken home that I am trying to rehabilitate but I am having trouble repairing the basics. For example, in the bathroom part of this home has a very large bathtub that stretches about 7 feet, so you could imagine how long it would take to fill this thing. In its hay day, I am very sure it was a grand masterpiece. A couple things that stand out is its brilliant drain system in its rectangular shape that longs about 3 by .5 feet. Also surrounding the tub is a grayish tiled floor. One thing about these tiles is that measures about 3 inches thick which would be exceptionally hard to replace because the average tile these days is no more than a centimeter.
Back to the tub, the drainage cover seems to be partially broken. Essentially the system does still work. I begin to fill the tub with water remembering this could take quite some time. I go into the another room of the house which obviously in better condition because a couple of friends who came with me were there playing a board game. The game itself had no real meaning due to surroundings of the situation. This game we played, let's just call it Backspin must felt like we were going at it for hours. Each of us taking turns enjoying the game's objective. The time elapsed for so long that I forgot water was running in the next room at which time I quickly jumped up and ran into the bathroom where the bath tub stood about overflow onto the already partially cracked tile. The water in it shined crystal clear bluish in tint. It was beautiful as the entire room appeared violet blue in color. I looked inside the tub and noticed the drainage cover was breaking away. As the water kept filling, the cover kept shifting back and forth. The water overflowed and starting splashing on the tiles draining underneath. I reached for the drainage lever and released it. The water began rushing down the exit. Then all of sudden the floor underneath my feet began to shift and then I found myself semi submerged in a darkish blue water. I hopped quickly out of the water back on one of the broken tiles and out of the bathroom.
Back to the tub, the drainage cover seems to be partially broken. Essentially the system does still work. I begin to fill the tub with water remembering this could take quite some time. I go into the another room of the house which obviously in better condition because a couple of friends who came with me were there playing a board game. The game itself had no real meaning due to surroundings of the situation. This game we played, let's just call it Backspin must felt like we were going at it for hours. Each of us taking turns enjoying the game's objective. The time elapsed for so long that I forgot water was running in the next room at which time I quickly jumped up and ran into the bathroom where the bath tub stood about overflow onto the already partially cracked tile. The water in it shined crystal clear bluish in tint. It was beautiful as the entire room appeared violet blue in color. I looked inside the tub and noticed the drainage cover was breaking away. As the water kept filling, the cover kept shifting back and forth. The water overflowed and starting splashing on the tiles draining underneath. I reached for the drainage lever and released it. The water began rushing down the exit. Then all of sudden the floor underneath my feet began to shift and then I found myself semi submerged in a darkish blue water. I hopped quickly out of the water back on one of the broken tiles and out of the bathroom.
December 27, 2017
Ephesians 4:29
Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear.
Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear.
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Say
Tell life you reapplied and found a new meaning. Sometimes the compromises we make are not met. So the collaborations seem to fit when its rewarded. Depending upon the parties involved, unresolved problems don't always dissolve so easily. But they will fizz away once you say, I let it go. No more vulnerable disrespect to myself. Gain God, allow the spirit to take control. Unfolding hands into a new life of different chances. Less opinions more doing.... by ES
Tell life you reapplied and found a new meaning. Sometimes the compromises we make are not met. So the collaborations seem to fit when its rewarded. Depending upon the parties involved, unresolved problems don't always dissolve so easily. But they will fizz away once you say, I let it go. No more vulnerable disrespect to myself. Gain God, allow the spirit to take control. Unfolding hands into a new life of different chances. Less opinions more doing.... by ES
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Prince - The Artist
Talking to no one in particular, they say "the baddest I am tonight"
Four letter words are seldom heard with such dignity and bite.
All the poets and the part time singers always hang inside
Live music from a band plays a song called "Soul Psychodelicide".
The song's a year long and had been playing for months when he walked into the place.
No one seemed to care, an introverted this-is-it look on most of their faces.
Up on the mic repeating two words, over and over again
Was this woman he had never noticed before he lost himself in the
Articulated manner in which she said them.
These two words, a little bit behind the beat.
I mean just enough o-turn you on.
For every time she said the words another one of his doubts were gone.
.Should he try to rap with her? Should he stand and stare?
No one else was watching her, she didn't seem to care.
So over and over, she said the words til he could take no more, (no more)
He dragged her from the stage and together they ran through the back door
In the alley over by the curb he said tell me what's your name
She only said the words again and it started to rain (rain, rain, rain)
Two words falling between the drops and the moans of his condition
Holding someone is truly believing there's joy in repetition.
#JOYINREPETITION
Talking to no one in particular, they say "the baddest I am tonight"
Four letter words are seldom heard with such dignity and bite.
All the poets and the part time singers always hang inside
Live music from a band plays a song called "Soul Psychodelicide".
The song's a year long and had been playing for months when he walked into the place.
No one seemed to care, an introverted this-is-it look on most of their faces.
Up on the mic repeating two words, over and over again
Was this woman he had never noticed before he lost himself in the
Articulated manner in which she said them.
These two words, a little bit behind the beat.
I mean just enough o-turn you on.
For every time she said the words another one of his doubts were gone.
.Should he try to rap with her? Should he stand and stare?
No one else was watching her, she didn't seem to care.
So over and over, she said the words til he could take no more, (no more)
He dragged her from the stage and together they ran through the back door
In the alley over by the curb he said tell me what's your name
She only said the words again and it started to rain (rain, rain, rain)
Two words falling between the drops and the moans of his condition
Holding someone is truly believing there's joy in repetition.
#JOYINREPETITION
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MILES AWAY
An elevation, a confrontation, a new destination. Feeling the free absorption. Positive to negative influences. Orange was the color, sound of chimes, clinking of small dimes. Pressure points create new smiles. Dominoes fall like tiles. Menacing thoughts disillusioned by a trained thought process. A nationality born, but not torn from its original spirit. Like the distillation or water, filtering a process. Removing the pain. Sickness was the game. Intentionally being named from the first calling. Eyeballing unnoticeable features. New teachers, uncanny lessons from blessings prayed before leaving the convent. I shortly trained my brain to umbrella thoughts throughout the storm.
Fastening the nearest button at the top of a non patterned jacket. Formulating a pocket of warmth at the neck cavity. Take a breath, exhale. The head stays down, why. Embarrassment of this magnitude. Change to come. Compromise may not allow that disguise to rise but minimize the features that brought this event into the kingdom. Morally restrained, however contemplated the migraines and why they occurred in significant amounts of strain. Seasoned to the abundance of smiles. View of the eye the wrong way, said it in the right way. Which lane is best way of non conformity?
An elevation, a confrontation, a new destination. Feeling the free absorption. Positive to negative influences. Orange was the color, sound of chimes, clinking of small dimes. Pressure points create new smiles. Dominoes fall like tiles. Menacing thoughts disillusioned by a trained thought process. A nationality born, but not torn from its original spirit. Like the distillation or water, filtering a process. Removing the pain. Sickness was the game. Intentionally being named from the first calling. Eyeballing unnoticeable features. New teachers, uncanny lessons from blessings prayed before leaving the convent. I shortly trained my brain to umbrella thoughts throughout the storm.
Fastening the nearest button at the top of a non patterned jacket. Formulating a pocket of warmth at the neck cavity. Take a breath, exhale. The head stays down, why. Embarrassment of this magnitude. Change to come. Compromise may not allow that disguise to rise but minimize the features that brought this event into the kingdom. Morally restrained, however contemplated the migraines and why they occurred in significant amounts of strain. Seasoned to the abundance of smiles. View of the eye the wrong way, said it in the right way. Which lane is best way of non conformity?
@Peace
Turquoise? The color of a copper fish. Unselfish, relentless. Many regards to those whose life became priceless. It wasn't easy, no maybe a little character rejection. Didn't need to fight to receive this protection. Hang with dogs, catch fleas, hang with trees, catch leaves. A world wind broken by the obstruction of control. What was once cold is now subject to be told. A laugh in silence brings a relief to the inner tomb. What you let in your house is prone to control you. Literally with an infinite world who did? who done it? who didn't get the job done?. Master of fun, father of life, son of fruit or daughter of the sun. @peace - Tk
Turquoise? The color of a copper fish. Unselfish, relentless. Many regards to those whose life became priceless. It wasn't easy, no maybe a little character rejection. Didn't need to fight to receive this protection. Hang with dogs, catch fleas, hang with trees, catch leaves. A world wind broken by the obstruction of control. What was once cold is now subject to be told. A laugh in silence brings a relief to the inner tomb. What you let in your house is prone to control you. Literally with an infinite world who did? who done it? who didn't get the job done?. Master of fun, father of life, son of fruit or daughter of the sun. @peace - Tk
InterNote
Words can be like a blanket. Sometimes they comfort you, other moments, it can leave you warm or cold - TK
Words can be like a blanket. Sometimes they comfort you, other moments, it can leave you warm or cold - TK
CLAIM YOU NOT DEFAME YOU - from the E.L.Kyle archives (3-29-14)
Claim you not defame you. Apologies do sync. Words that could talk seem to not be heard. A distant shout became a close whisper. As your eyes attempt to look through the dark and see the illuminated moon light up the area where we walk. I see your eyes balance out its focus with a strong conviction. Making a calculated prediction based on the previous decision-reactions and your slight concern for who is causing this attraction. You move forward hearing your feet step through the grass. Wings swoop, the scuffle of feathers ruffling fast. No time to think, shoulder glance look over, nothing to see. What was that, what was that? Nothing, a dark word, last time I heard it. I didn't deserve it. In plain view at the mid of night. On a football field, no light. Particle moonlight illumination. Frustration seeing you there on the other side. No longer abiding by the unspoken rules made by the assertion of fools. Why this night, this eve? we were brought here. To understand our peers loosen our fears. Say "cheers" to the day of leaving the nothingness, learning sometimes, its okay to be luckless. The only nothing left is no regret, understanding self and his divine help. The body may bleed but the soul leaks. Usually unexpected or when the temple is weak. You are you and I am me. Tell me this is true. Through many words, claim you not defame you. EL
Claim you not defame you. Apologies do sync. Words that could talk seem to not be heard. A distant shout became a close whisper. As your eyes attempt to look through the dark and see the illuminated moon light up the area where we walk. I see your eyes balance out its focus with a strong conviction. Making a calculated prediction based on the previous decision-reactions and your slight concern for who is causing this attraction. You move forward hearing your feet step through the grass. Wings swoop, the scuffle of feathers ruffling fast. No time to think, shoulder glance look over, nothing to see. What was that, what was that? Nothing, a dark word, last time I heard it. I didn't deserve it. In plain view at the mid of night. On a football field, no light. Particle moonlight illumination. Frustration seeing you there on the other side. No longer abiding by the unspoken rules made by the assertion of fools. Why this night, this eve? we were brought here. To understand our peers loosen our fears. Say "cheers" to the day of leaving the nothingness, learning sometimes, its okay to be luckless. The only nothing left is no regret, understanding self and his divine help. The body may bleed but the soul leaks. Usually unexpected or when the temple is weak. You are you and I am me. Tell me this is true. Through many words, claim you not defame you. EL
Saturate
One word to say hello. One phrase to say I gotta go. One place. One outburst. One blessing. Not one curse. Amends bring happiness to a scene, where a person can change and make the old team a new team. One ring for one finger. Many words but one is chosen to linger in the mind. How many times can one apology be accepted if a capable heart forgives more than one time. One step towards a better life. One message can give a nice reply. One cause for one effect. Once ignorant, now more respect. All is takes is one mind, one time. One being there when there is no time. One out to better themselves - cast away the old hates. One spreads peace and one it illuminates. One being sincere. One being clear. One opening the door. One reaching the core. Only one second to look. Another chance to smile. One opinion. One conversation lasts a while. Let the choice be made. One moment. One gesture. One minute. One giving back makes a big difference. It only took one to create and now more than one to elevate. Seasons come and go. And more than one shall forgive. One holds the past and the other learns to live..Saturate EL |
The Right - from E.L. Kyle archives (6-30-13)
Dance to the song of truth , find the proof of the right to life. Burn a mental inscription of how your life should be. The right bend to your song. The right not be manipulated, the right to contemplate. The right to be understood , to be non neglected. To apply and not be rejected. To be governed and not convicted. To be studied and not predicted. To talk and not be trashed, To walk and not be stashed away. To make a way and have a better day. To be creative and not be shopped. To be powerful and not be stalked. To overcome dilemmas, stand strong, wake up and be unwronged. Every person has story but which one is your song? EL
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Tilt It - a glimpse into the eye
Part of the appreciation, The fictional part and an the original non-fictional component. Grasping for breath, seconds left. The apparent winded smoke that is noticeable once it is exposed to open air. Can you imagine the mental inscription placed in ones mind. Leaving a shaded imprint on the inner eye for more than the time enough for it to be discovered. Scraping old paint from a chipped wooded piece. Only to find out that that was its real color. Atoms creating man, woman, cats, dogs, lives and deaths. Stir it in all into one pot of potential not reached yet. What do you get? An evening of the masked revealing all the iniquities frolicking out of a pot boiled over. Differences? Essence or Presence? The basic nature of a thing: the quality or qualities that make a thing what it is. Or Presence? The state or fact of existing, occurring, or being present in a place or thing. Both contain a place or thing. The difference is attributes. Ponder this, do your attributes give you the presence or essence? EL
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FORWARD / Pulse, Pulse. Heartbeat heartbeat. The extension of one triggered action manifesting itself on the other end of the spectrum. (visually) Compared to the value of oneself. As I write, This triggers a manifestation itself on other end of the spectrum of this life. Coordinate a vessel to ride upon on the free street of salvation. Once stopped find the path in a direction of humility forward slash humbleness. Can words be quoted with no comprehension or can you see without perceiving. Or is it that vibe/feel touch that answers the sought after question. Whats your trigger? Action/Reaction? Pulse to Heartbeat?
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SEED
It sits, it sits, it waits, it waits. It struck twice without hasten. General habit it brings heavily latching onto those who bring pure joy of the glory. What was the origin of true happiness. Was it simply the opposite of what is sad. Or did the sad become opposite of happy. Purge a empty heart and find many destinies. Purge a full heart and find the burdens of many souls. What's given to one may be a lot not for the other. As compared to the wanton soul and never accepting what is given. If I take I'll win they say. If they break I don't have to give. Think of when the time comes, where the taken is taken from you without permission, without decision. No premonition. I once read, it takes a group of counselors to prosper a place. One soul without self control can destroy what wise decision makers have fought for. Or reverse, even those with ill intentions if gathered together can cause the downfall of great places. So where is the source from. The Seed.
It sits, it sits, it waits, it waits. It struck twice without hasten. General habit it brings heavily latching onto those who bring pure joy of the glory. What was the origin of true happiness. Was it simply the opposite of what is sad. Or did the sad become opposite of happy. Purge a empty heart and find many destinies. Purge a full heart and find the burdens of many souls. What's given to one may be a lot not for the other. As compared to the wanton soul and never accepting what is given. If I take I'll win they say. If they break I don't have to give. Think of when the time comes, where the taken is taken from you without permission, without decision. No premonition. I once read, it takes a group of counselors to prosper a place. One soul without self control can destroy what wise decision makers have fought for. Or reverse, even those with ill intentions if gathered together can cause the downfall of great places. So where is the source from. The Seed.
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Bird
"Bird, bird of attrition, fly this away. The flocks you fly with sing a sweet tweet of influential tendencies. Compared to the reasonable understanding of one compared to two or perhaps three. Are you independent or free. Meaning, is it to prove something or is that a completion of this whole thing. South, south you go when it becomes cold. Natural instinct of the body's will to be alive without having to be told. Conformed to the old beliefs of common man and old sayings. Is wishy washy more stable because its always going for whats now playing? Folly just about overrides anything according to some who are distant from what the heart is competing for. That worm, that first turn and or that tribal chief hunting for its catch of the earn. Learning for the first burn or earning for its first turn"...TK
Low Smoke
Low smoke. Cold air, fun days. The assist of the clear mist cleansing a scene that's been closed since the summer days of last years dreams. A mark of the first impression, destination unknown, a wordless song , heavy talk. Cost of demolition priceless. Advice to the precise. Speak once, think twice. Catch 'em by the toe if you can. Did you make plans or was the creation an old promise from the demonstration of dry quick sand. Open set, closed alley. Unstable behavior, overemotional personality. Chased of the voice, nature was supposed to run it course. A friend knocks, no answer. What is the legacy tune of a innocent bystander. TK
Low smoke. Cold air, fun days. The assist of the clear mist cleansing a scene that's been closed since the summer days of last years dreams. A mark of the first impression, destination unknown, a wordless song , heavy talk. Cost of demolition priceless. Advice to the precise. Speak once, think twice. Catch 'em by the toe if you can. Did you make plans or was the creation an old promise from the demonstration of dry quick sand. Open set, closed alley. Unstable behavior, overemotional personality. Chased of the voice, nature was supposed to run it course. A friend knocks, no answer. What is the legacy tune of a innocent bystander. TK
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Vital
POtential and precise calculations leading forward. Moving from bad habits to new trends. I never pretended, only ascended into a better life. Never coughed off the blow smoke. Take it, shove. Be above it. Try and love it. Cornered to stall. Still did it or should have I walked tall, when I felt low. Would it have been different if I never breathalyzed the blow. Walked forward to face the truth. Had proof but the other side chose not hear. Made my intentions clear. Purpose is only good as the person who tries, fulfills and means to be sincere.
Danced in light of a broken stranger. Entangled but never caught danger. Fictional seven strangers got off the minnow, lived, compatilized and survived. Days were rough but all in good stride. CAn't buy a side unless you ready to join it. Flaunt it, try not to want it. Can't call shots if you if never were appointed. With many counselors there is safety. Maybe the broken truth is the maybe. Or is it the faith of safety of maybe. Where we all been guilty of the need of guarantee from a clear risk. Cease and try to resist. Good decisions make help a healthy mind realize whats been missed. Resist the blame. 02-26-15 EL
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Battle those thoughts inside the head. Allow it to overload with the past and future of untold stories. Waiting for their dismissal. Combine particles of life gathering like dust. Once so many is combined together, it covered in soot. A film or reminder of what happened. Each day washing away the dirt of all transgressions until there is no longer a need to wash anymore.
The strain came at a price but the price was paid. The pain came with a strain but eventually subsided. Sometimes being passive has its rewards but sometimes can leave you holding a heap of rubble that crumbles through your hands. All matters usually turn to dust. Even though some collect those particles together to throw dust in the eye.
Life, an abundance of experiences bringing an individual to the verge of one point or ultimate experience. So when this experience does take place, does that mean this part in life is complete or a phase stemming form another phase.
Caterpillar
The complication of complication. Boundaries, set backs. Unspoken words. Reaching out to old friends. Loosening the boundaries of our mental and physical afflictions. Expressing a new wave length to life's many paths. I spoke of a caterpillar crawling at the door handle of my home. Slowly moving transforming while at the same time trying to find its way home. The next day as I go to meet an old acquaintance, a butterfly smacks me right on the chin. Saying "It's me again". Spreading it wings, growing into a flowered dove of beauty to soar its way home. Not remembering its past. But only lifting towards if future. |
Undoing the Wrongdoing (01-07-16) 10:13 pm CST
The peach, the cream, unspoken words for a few lost times. A serious mind, the strength to incline. The touch, an honest look, a consistent smile. No mirth, a skill not just to feel, but be filled. The lunar moon on a cold night fathomed original. Gave warmth, a talking fool spills his beans. Made a scene, coffee BEAN aroma. Too much sugar with the salt. An opinionated lie became a right to be diminished as unfinished stories gave way to a planned directive to be protected later. A confirmation of burnt numbers. Haircut another name for a cell phone number. Broken things unprepared for endurance.
One touch became a connection for new. A friend, a deal. Partner in a system considered affectionately real. Feather drops from a bird's mistake. I guess it wasn't too late. The first day until now was the distance. But it was always closer than the given perception. Wrong time for the wrong reception. Bold to the picture. I finally understand the pleasures of pain in the lie. Glad when tried, it wasn't denied.
The peach, the cream, unspoken words for a few lost times. A serious mind, the strength to incline. The touch, an honest look, a consistent smile. No mirth, a skill not just to feel, but be filled. The lunar moon on a cold night fathomed original. Gave warmth, a talking fool spills his beans. Made a scene, coffee BEAN aroma. Too much sugar with the salt. An opinionated lie became a right to be diminished as unfinished stories gave way to a planned directive to be protected later. A confirmation of burnt numbers. Haircut another name for a cell phone number. Broken things unprepared for endurance.
One touch became a connection for new. A friend, a deal. Partner in a system considered affectionately real. Feather drops from a bird's mistake. I guess it wasn't too late. The first day until now was the distance. But it was always closer than the given perception. Wrong time for the wrong reception. Bold to the picture. I finally understand the pleasures of pain in the lie. Glad when tried, it wasn't denied.
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