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I'm sure I'm not the only one
Who has ever wondered why
They were put here on this Earth
To live for and how to do so
I've been called insane
So many countless times for
My own personal belief over
My own personal 'why' I'm here
It's in at least my own mind
Since I was too young to even
Know what I meant with it, but
It's my own personal belief that
I live here on this Earth we share
To be here for others, I mean
There must be a reason to why
I've been blessed with the words
I seem to share with many each day
I live by the rule of caring, without
Expecting anything back in return
But a true smile spreading your lips
My life is far from a prosperous one,
Aside from the family's income amount
My wallet is commonly empty, because
That money currently lies upon the
Table of my friend's home for their use
I care more about a stranger's life
Than I do about my own, even with the
Same exact problems we may share -
Then again, going through my own helps
To understand others in their trek
Against the battle the war of life tends
To offer us on the daily basis we live
It's a thought in me I can't explain,
But a remembrance to all - I live to
Help you all through what you need,
But I do face my own once in the while
Despite anything, I will make it my life
To make even just one life go from near
The possible end, to one of the best that
Will be remembered in the books forever -
Even if it doesn't include my name with you
Who has ever wondered why
They were put here on this Earth
To live for and how to do so
I've been called insane
So many countless times for
My own personal belief over
My own personal 'why' I'm here
It's in at least my own mind
Since I was too young to even
Know what I meant with it, but
It's my own personal belief that
I live here on this Earth we share
To be here for others, I mean
There must be a reason to why
I've been blessed with the words
I seem to share with many each day
I live by the rule of caring, without
Expecting anything back in return
But a true smile spreading your lips
My life is far from a prosperous one,
Aside from the family's income amount
My wallet is commonly empty, because
That money currently lies upon the
Table of my friend's home for their use
I care more about a stranger's life
Than I do about my own, even with the
Same exact problems we may share -
Then again, going through my own helps
To understand others in their trek
Against the battle the war of life tends
To offer us on the daily basis we live
It's a thought in me I can't explain,
But a remembrance to all - I live to
Help you all through what you need,
But I do face my own once in the while
Despite anything, I will make it my life
To make even just one life go from near
The possible end, to one of the best that
Will be remembered in the books forever -
Even if it doesn't include my name with you
Literature
Shamayim
The ancient land of Shamayim
was wrought by El the ever-fair,
together with his favoured son,
Yeshua Gentle-Hands and their
beloved wisest counsellor:
a man called Ruach Breath-of-El.
And ne'er were three such faithful friends
and ne'er did three agree so well --
that aided one must aid them all.
Thus prospered wondrous Shamayim.
The people built a throne for El
of golden bough and silver limb
with crystal lilies trailing down,
all glowing in his brilliance.
They sang and danced and played for him
and reveled in his radiance.
Yeshua sat at his right hand
and 'twixt them oft was Ruach found.
Yet many times he wandered out
towards Shamayim's f
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Escrtito #2 que te dedico.
Ya mi mente envenenada con tu persona ni siquiera puede recordar la razón del por qué estos sentimientos tan destructivos que siento por ti. Ni siquiera sé si tienen sentido mis palabras, cuando hablo de ti me siento como una loca enjaula. Mi locura es el amor que me provocas y mi jaula el deseo que no sacio. Me siento como una estúpida porque me tienes a tus pies y lo sabes, lo sabes porque mi actitud incontrolable te lo demostró. Hay algo que si recuerdo, aquel primer día de clases, aquel sol de 8am que encendía tu pelo color caramelo, aquella mirada profunda atrapada en el vidrio de tus lentes, las vuelta
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Real Estate
The cost of intellectual property has gone up.
I can already feel the ideas curdling like milk,
Strings of silver silk lining
Tangling it up so neatly--
A package for the loan-shark in my bed in the morning.
A message to my lover, to whom I owe such a debt:
All you ever do anymore is take.
My poems crumble at the touch,
Fading into the clusters of Sunday brunch and Family Guy reruns.
What's the price of the two seconds of quiet
Without a pile of unfilled lines awaiting my autograph
Ruffling through the papers you'll have me sign-
What wouldn't I give to sign with the devil, over you...
Teetering on the corner of thought,
My pen limp and b
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I had trouble with this piece trying to express this, and I could have added more, but... I just couldn't fit my thoughts in right.
And honestly, it just feels... 'right' to leave it the way it is.
3.12.14
And honestly, it just feels... 'right' to leave it the way it is.
3.12.14
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That's sweet. I like it.