He sits in thoughts conceived through situation

The winter was unbearable
the summer was unbearable
the temperature wrecked havoc
for what is worse then
that of unconformable

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Could not stand the winter
Could not stand the summer
Temperature chaos wrecked
And what a bad thing
Is inconsistent

Too a day of work

the man who did nothing
became what he is
by doing that

In how failures may Prevail

if being on top is where your alone
then its no surprise that some men
wish to be underneath,
responsible only for
the weight they bare
a desire of meaning
when they know
there is no room
in perfection

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Case, where it is just not on
Later, some men nothing surprising
Hope that under
Only responsible
Weight is bare
Meaning desire
When know
There is no room.
Quite

After the war, A bull fight

they worked until they broke
this is what made them learn
for the world will break us all

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Is working to defeat
This is done to learn what
We are all suspended for the world

Just past the natures hue

life is that of a fickle women
all exquisite sense engorged
and yet all one can think
is a longing for that which
is not

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Women's lives are fickle
Hyperemia exquisite sense of all
And all you can think of one single
This is a desperate

The Consent War

man will always fight with beast
which is always himself
and the things he does
not want to take
accountable of

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Always fight the beast man
This is always your own
Things he
Is not without
Responsibility

Darkness only to disagree with Light

at night the dark man
passes by those who
speak of Michelangelo
they come and go
and he works
to change their
conviction of
corrections

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Dark man of the night
Those who pass
Talking of Michelangelo
Come visit
His work
To change the
Guilty
Fix

In the heart of a Noble Savage

allure in the nature of a vigor hybrid
that which is farthest from your sickness
is what will keep you nourished
from you ailments

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The natural appeal of hybrid vigor
This is farthest from your illness
Is that what keeps Nutrition
Disease from you

Alone is the Muse

though man in this country built by those alone
invented a way for him to connect with
any and all at one singular time
he still worries that on the
other end of that
the one he wants
will not answer

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Man who built this country, but only
Invented to connect with him how
Specificity of any and every single one
He is still concern
The other end
One he wants one
There is no answer

Adolescent ascent

what is it you mean i must work
why would you give me all this
for nothing, sense before i could choose
and then at an age when my face grows dark
with think brussel and my limbs learn
then you tell me too leave so that I
to can acquire child and do for it
what you have done for me
which is not what i would
want to do

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What I mean is what should work
Why you give me all
Before meaning can be chosen for what
Growth during the dark ages and my face
I think I learn a limb and Brussels
Then leave it in teaching, I
You can get the child to do that
Is doing for me
This is something that is not
Want to do

The Literary theme of Thermodynamics

the way man learned too leave where he was
with power and force and at once
was with a series of controlled explosions

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Man too is still learning his way
Force and power at once
Series of explosions and control

There can be nothing after

Death came and passed
and the man who did
not care for anything
still did not care
anymore then
an animal

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Passed the death of
Man who
Do not care about anything
I still do not care
A word
Animals

The physiognomy of existence

Pain is temporary
and glory is eternal they said
and yet what of the man
whose glorious return
is that of a faceless man


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The temporary pain
Is the eternal glory
What is still human
Returns to its glory
The man with no face

A Cynic view in cynisism

its man cyclical seclusion that keeps him in sickness
for here he lays alone in dark brooding that
which has already been

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The man, when the disease is circulating in seclusion maintain his
He is here to give birth in a dark, gloomy
Are already

Dialog of those who exisist

"hey look little poem fag, we have real work too do,
so take your prancy rhymes some where else"

"oh but if though shall listen, we could change to know a world
of no work of no shallow merit"

"yea, of course... but that would just make out lives
to be that which has even less worth"

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"Hey little poetry and see the smoke, we also do real work
prancy can take some, another song "

"Oh, it shall hear the case, we could change the world know
Job with no benefits shallow "

Of course, "No, ... would make life as simple as
This is a little more, "the value of what would be

Subjection too Diktat

It takes one to submit for there too be order
if he shall lay down his world is broke for he
is his work.
if she shall lay down her world is choice
for she is love
and love will always recover
because it is harder then work.

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To submit to an order so that
If you beat him, he set a world is
It is his work.
She is a selection of cases to the preservation of the world
I love her
Love is always recover
Since it is the job since then

The Breakfast

how nice she thought it would be
if some one was too do such a thing
for her before she awoke
to have to do no work
to be nourished

and he walked just past it again
grabbing a hand full of the delicacies
boorishly and walking out the door
with out uttering a word

how nice he thought it would be
if someone was to go work
and pay for his life
so he could sit quietly
and create things
of small delicacy
that will
nourish

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And how you can be sure she
Been like that if somebody
She has awakened to the front of her
Not to work
The low nutritional status

He walked past again
Get enough food on hand
Boorishly, walk out the door
Without any

He was considered a good way
Someone had been working
Pay with his life
He seemed to sit still
And create things
Small delicate
To
Nourish

Post self expression

The men will watch a women in lust
but never approach her
because if she shows too much
what is already nude is what
we do not need.

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Men watching the women's desires,
And she never approaches
Because, if she shows too much
The nudity, several
We do not need.

Inside of the dark night

In the forest he took off
fully armored and alone
to find that what he
wished to vanquish
was the way he tended
to his own emotions

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He is taking off in the woods
One fully armored
He has to find what
Wish to be rid of
He was in many ways
With one's feelings

Too Leagacy we leave

The things left upon the shelf
were the things he was remembered for
and of which did he create and witch
did he acquire

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The shelf to the left
It was remembered that he had been
He has created and was a witch

The unfortunate realism of Grey Pearls

The women cast a spell
too be loved too be
taken care of and respected
its a black art, for
one is not agreeable
with the other

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Attract women
To be loved too
Respected and taken care of
The magic,
Consent is not a
In other

Cast the first stone who has not been accused of malice

we all believe in the archaist evil
and yet it is purely a mind that
makes such stories of hurt
not the pure scapegoat
of an organ misfiring
from a subjective norm

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We believe in the existence of evil
in all of the former term
And yet is, a pure heart,
This hurt the story
Rather than a pure scapegoat
Organs misfiring
, The subjective norm

The Impudence of being alone

She worked them
the ones who fought
to win an affluence
that could be spent
on her who made
affluence by learning
not too fight

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She has a job
Whose war is
To win the riches
Is used
Has done to people
Be enriched by learning
No quarrel

verisimilitude in question

The complex animal
builds models of reality
that all things should fit
inside one each other
yet reality is not solid
but lazy like water
seeping through the cracks
keeping you drugged
it the melted shapes
unable to move as
you would like to


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a complex animal
Build a model of reality
, Please with everything
To each other
Reality is not solid yet
But lazy as water
Seeping from cracks in the
The drugged
It melted form
Can not move as
I want to

remembrance of that which is not

Though there is soft pink beauty
out in the world
you stay inside, where it is dark
consumed with what is lacking

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This is a beautiful soft pink
In the world
Some of you, here is a dark
Consuming and they lack

There is only sisyphus in our action

It is man's way of entropy
that burns the bridges
that he himself has built

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The entropy is a way for men
, Burn the bridge
He has built his own

Personal Relations

The things in which she was to love, are the things
that men wanted her too love, and these made
her come to resent that love could be so transparent
with things

In a Place of Peace

Shut off your brain
when it decides against
that which waste time
to be against for the
fighting is not as nice
as the quietly subtle

Ballet of Salome. de Sade.

Tho she is a difficult temptress
One must resist, for when temptation is
acted upon
the spell cast is broken and seen for what it is
and yet the temptation is there to receive pleasure
so no matter the outcome
your still behind

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Tho it is difficult for her seduction
One must resist the temptation is one
Act
I can see what that has broken a spell of
The temptation is still a joy to receive
Because, regardless of the results
You are still

At Last

this life exhaust all
no rich no possession
shall never help to extinguish that
so fear not the yellowing of
you eyes, or internalization of experience
for nothing will be remembered
when all is gone

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Exhaust all of this life
No possession of the rich
And help to eliminate the
This is the fear xanthosis
Your eyes, or the internal experience
Will be remembered for nothing
When all missing

Direct Centaur of the Mind

the blurried life of a half man thrashes emotionally through the world
its dark and they take no time to see what is before them
forever left in a world they could cure if only
they listened

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Blurred half of the mental life through the world thrashes
And take a long time before it is dark and people have not seen anything
The world was left forever is the only treatment
I heard that