I opened my eyes when it was too late.
The river passed before my wide-open eyes.
I missed my childhood;
I was a prisoner in my mind.
Neither God was called, nor nature invoked.
Fate took the driving seat of my life,
Only regret will not compensate now!
The grass was greener,
The sky seemed clearer,
And when I look back in the mirror,
What I have is just an illusion of my past.
Life is always from dusk to dawn.
In between, I just stand alone.
The light brings back absolutism
In my mind, with which I stand behind everyone.
When I try to escape all at once,
When I try to produce stronger words,
When I try to dive into the ocean of eternal enjoyment,
I always look back in the mirror…
Why am I here?
Where will I go?
It is not the inscription on my forehead.
I get ready to fly again,
Except when I look in the mirror…
Money is un Idea...
ideas can be good or bad...
Ideas change, expire
and even die...
The Dollar idea is not eternal
nor absolute...
Absolutism may fall...!
A new idea, more humanized,
more evolved, will come, I know...
Those who live will see...!
Am the string.
Oscillating discretely,
The sways of pattern,
Calling for elation,
To come happen...
Am now a probability.
Never discrete, yet,
A contradictory distinction,
True absolutism,
And not a fiction...
Am a void...conclusively.
For within me persists everything,
And for i resemble nothing,
For i am all material,
Yet am not a thing...
None.
Am just...I.
Brazilians put green peas on their pizzas you know
yuck said my unworldly friend, whose cheeks were aglow
crazy since he is German and they put tuna on their crust
I rolled my eyes at his bigotry, his absolutism is a must.
japanese add potatoes to their pizza and mayonnaise too
you are kidding said my Costa Rican friend, her name is Lu.
what do you add to yours in the islands? I asked her.
we eat coconut on ours, to be bare would be a disaster.
pepperoni is the most popular topping in the US of A.
a variety of pieces though, each made in a unique way.
I have had tuna on my pizza in California, it was good too.
the one who did not believe me was my friend, island Lu.
Agitators ambush America
anger attacks, abstruse
acquaintances and adversaries acrid
absolutism acolytes abrading
abrogate acrimony
America, arise altogether
amend, amend
You are so quiet,
Your appetite doesn't clash with your sight,
Your wisdom doesn't match your boredom,
It is no longer your freedom.
Your absolutism is the snowball,
Your cross is searching for the remedy for your downfall,
The curse will be broken sooner,
The new life will be greener.
This life is nothing but built on your fragile memories,
Frailty peeps into the stiff tweets.
To live is to bear a double-edged sword,
To die is to fulfil the prophecy of the unknown Lord.
You are never nothing,
To predict your intent is always thought-provoking.
Words cannot always tell the tale,
Because words are flaccid.
For your mistakes to be undone,
For your profanity to be cleaned,
In between the vivid lines,
I will wait for your redemption,
And will look for you in your false solitude.
We knew she was special instantly
LeeAnn was darling with a pixie like face.
She chose her words with careful precision
Confidence evident for all to see.
We liked her immensely, she had such grace.
She is wonderful; she has such vision!
Absolutism she could always bend
With the elegance of hand-tatted lace
Naught about her required revision
She was a wholesome quintessential friend
LeeAnn was our ultimate decision
sage slivers of truth
bandied about by children
who learn from parents
absolutism
learned at daddy’s knees
reinforced by mom
school shakes them up
new ideas from others
often changing them
not from the teachers
from their knowledgeable peers
who know everything
grim measures for similar states
successful, expressed for reliable mobs
of absolutism, a gallery for Maghreb’s
intellectuals with frail aims
infringing mourning words, words of familiarity saved
for mobile polities, throbs
life, mummified and buried bodies and robes
of rebels recalling shades
edging, forming better incestuous ties and ordeals
lying bare, conjoined with flashy movements
of isolation, optional signs
distorted senses, resolving identities
of sepulchers, not salvaged forever, endorsements
of decadence agitated condign
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Relativism is the new absolutism, and CONDEMNATION of evils is being Forsaken. We are losing REVERENCE for God, and our sacred story must be Reawakened. I fear a generation enameled with a PREDILECTION bent on Entitlements. We are ENCOMPASSED with Entertainment and social media Engagements. We are too lost in a secular Wilderness to be concerned with UNEARTHTLINESS. Though curable, APATHY* is one disease that is far-reaching and Sleepy-eyed. CONSTERNATION causes acquiescence, but 'the few' will turn the Tide.
10292018PoSoupContest, 7 Lines, 7 Words: Rhyme, Lu Loo;
*Lamentation 1:12
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The jumping jellies in wellies are singing like la la la
Space suited shells are quite adept at leaning through cubby holes and travelling for a long time. A long time is a lengthy length leaning. But not leaking for leaking is akin to leering and leering belong to lecherous old whales in suits sat on many benches in rows. Rows reaching raiding retching rumps. And rump steaks are mashed to a pulp by a size six hundred shoe having a hop down a stairway. Never mind the beeswax ear drums and kettle fish dance for ot is merely a movie shown here on a screen. A flat screen is often displayed on a suitcase isn't it? Wow how often the occurring jam configured jar invites the ham to a sandwich party. Quite often. But a table top clap is a riot of absolutism that abolishes apple pips. Eradication eating eggplants. Oooh mystic moo tune. Great. Dance then. Hahaha the sponges are riding the paperbacks. Hahah swan dip in the cup. Xxxxx colonisation z z z z at nineteen herrings hearing harpsichordists' to fourteen financially dynamic dynamited digital dogs. Z so why wobble wobble with curd then z z z z z z zbhvq at platform five six seven. Z
O if God and I were as one,
I would take from the world the sun;
And let man see forever night,
Then watch to see if he would fight.