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“Judging an appearance has been twisted of its meaning to refer towards only the ignorance of a person, the prejudice of a person. Yet, never has ignorance been so ripe, when we confuse our appearances, what we first notice, to either say that one cannot be assumed for a gender or a race, or whatever…
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Appearances are the way for a human to have penetrative eyes. As in, to have the ability to see through deception. For deception only brings itself on to lacking itself as appropriate for what one sees. Why would the pauper dress as a rich person, if they were not rich? That is one example. Why…
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“Love is not so effective on the human brain, when all we feel is fear. For we are three steps in this life, and when we have found love, we found it in the darkness. We found it amidst our fears. When we begin to lose love, or simply lose, we must work. We must…
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“The foolish pauper will believe in deceiving words, upon the time they look to leadership to state they are loving. For no human can be God, as no human can be perfect. Imperfection of leadership states that the politician is just as foolish as the pauper.” – Modern Romanticism If before a bridge, then why…
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You were two pieces to faultThe dagger thrust down the wrong edgeOf this fragmented hopeKept in a hollow heart.Unshaken symmetryKeeps love the holiest delusion.You grow tears like seeds for newest applesTo conjure up starved beginnings. My wings come unshaken,Broken, and tattered.All like the pride I destine myself with,To the pain that drives me down.The rain…
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A great washTo my bleeding arms.A great streamTo where skin comes,Uncleaned.She is the bath to makeWithout puddlesTo leave.She is the musicOf no notes. My love cries the worldAsunder.My love screams the worldIn thunder. She is the serpentWithout a worldTo swim through.A long tail matches the longest river.A stream of matching tearsTo the one, with fangs,…
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Without the flock,You are astray.Without the embraceFrom the wind, to thee,You are free,Though wild.Without seeing the sun,You darken before the moon. You bleed out old colors,To cover the newPages of forgotten worlds.Your lips touch the sky,Coloring yourself heavenly.You send out dropletsOf your blood-red tears.You are, in this world,A painting without a frame,A movement without a…
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From the shadows,Show yourself.Spread your gleam,From legs, that are lean.Spread your stare,Catching much, so aware.Drown the blueInto the mountain’s white,As you may bathe the greenOf lazy summers,Of captured weathers,Of swaying leaves,Of turning brushIn the high-enough spillage of gold. Upon your shoulderIs nested your hand.We are as two warm loversIn the covering of mossOver stones.For we…
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“To stand before the tyrant, is disrespectful to the tyrant. To kneel before the tyrant, makes the kneeler approved of their lesser status. For to stand, makes one challenge leadership, challenge oppressive dictatorship. To kneel, makes one the slave, in submission to the tyrant.” – Modern Romanticism
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“There is only two possible outcomes to a nation’s population, where the former sort will stand, as the latter sort will kneel. To stand, will mean to be high for freedom. To kneel, will mean to submit to dictatorship. To make oneself low, at such a stance, whether to kneel, or to bow, makes oneself…
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Are you here to findThe petals or the lost brushOf too many burned leaves?They have rained, you know,From a higher templeThan the one we’ve gathered ourselvesWith feet placedTo see the rising stars. Thy gaze,Thy mazeTo be lost inBeside the arms that reachLike boughs,Like the gloom,Like the shadowsThat grow longer by your fallen eyelids. I am…
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Step away,Dear DevilFrom your sepulcherOf dancing flames,Of chilled embers,I wish to breathe,I wish to breathe. I wish to sing songs away from sadness,I wish to dance, parted from the blackOf decay and sickness. Your eyes,Your smile,Your way to walkWith each swaying curveOf your falling blouse,Of your running dress. Your green eyes,Wild as the fields they…
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