Long Common factor Poems

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Finally Free But Still Wishing

the next time i write
it will be across somewhere in your heart
where i can easily caress the chocolate 
covered memory of you

i have been oceanhopping
on the poor man's trip that i 
have always dreamed of

the one beautiful ingredient missing was you

the next time i write
it will be at wherever the nape is
gently stimulating the emotional 
promotional classification of your heart

i have been rental car travelling
in the center of my once cried about dreams
with my mouth hanging down on the rain dampened
floor mat with floridian blue skies entrancing me to
utterly sweet disbelief

the sweetest common factor missing is you
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A Mask of Glass

I am injured. And I am alone. Your mask falls & hits the floor like shattering glass. But this is not the first time your beautiful reflection has deceived me, no. I've lost count of the number of times that you've watched me throw my self to the floor and desperately try to put the pieces back together.

And you've let me. You've let me cut myself with those pieces as I struggle to recreate the 'love' that I have lost. And as you watch me place the last shard into its place, you thank me for loving and forgiving you, and place it, to again, cover your face. You know it's what I want to see. You know it's what I need. So you wear it again until the truth seeps in and infects me. Until cries echo and rattle the mask to the floor once more. I cant be mad that you don't want to keep it on all the time. I'm sure it's terribly uncomfortable.

I'm not sure why It's so natural for the people I love to hurt me. But it's obvious what the common factor is. I'm not sure where my obsession with masks came from. I just love to see the artistry I guess.

QUIET TIME HEARTBEAT THOUGHTS AFTER A VERY LONG DAY

QUIET TIME HEARTBEAT THOUGHTS AFTER  A VERY LONG DAY
After A Long Day
Going Here, Going There
Your Love Makes It All Easy
Like Water Flowing Freely With A Smile
An Angela Bassett Tear Fall Down My Eye After A Milky Waterfall Moment
Thinking Of You In The Lavendar Scented Aftermath Adds Up Rather Nicely
I Am Skipping Work Today Too Mr. Temptation Falsetto 
The Scars That Define The Nucleus Of Our Love Have Earned Their Eternal Smile
Here I Am At The Greatest Common Factor Of Our Silver Lining....Still Thinking Of You And Positively Acting Brand New......
Sincerely And Straight From My Now Calm Heart, I Thank You.......
With Glee.....For Unconditionally Loving Me......
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Being In the Mind of a Savage

Being in the mind of a savage.

All I know is how to act ferociously.
Manipulating the minds of the weak, fearful, and the victims.
Beating them into submissive.
Emasculating the strongest, just to see him break.
Dismiss him of his role, and never to see his family again.

Being in the mind of a savage.

I destroy, divide, and conquer. 
tearing families apart.
Over yonder, as they scream,
begging to be saved
but nobody hears them.
Breaking the spirits of the koons, mannu, aunty, sambo, 
and the uncle toms, as they all have a common factor. 
They're all nostalgia.
The animal within me is untamed, uncontrollable, and inhumane.
I'm superior by nature, at least what I see.

Being in the mind of a savage.

What you call crimes are white privileges to me,
justification, rationalisation, & beliefs 
set me free each time.
All I know is to kill, steal, destroy, & reverse the cycle of genetics.
I changed their culture,
to fear, tough love, attitude, punishment, violence & a career. 
Sabotage the mind, break em' down, then bob the builder em'.
When you stop em' for believing in themselves,
oppression appears.

Being in the mind of a savage.

Other savages, keep em' isolated, uneducated, impoverished and oppressed. There's a few who escapes but we own them too.
We love to be entertained, as we mock, advertise, and stereotype em'. Less sensation and lacking sensitiveness 
in the terminal fibers, keeps me acting viciously.
Unintelligent, laziness, frightfulness, ignorance, backwardness, violent, inarticulate, sexual frustrated, hunger, inattentive, unable to control themselves, & in care of, are all the signs of a n****. 
Created a cultural matrix of positive 
and negative feelings for me, 
and each time, I justify my actions by logical reasoning with em'.
Ohhh, forgiving are they. Just to do it once more, and that once more became many more. 

Being in the mind of a savage.

If any shall become bold, intimidating or become a threat, we shall lynch you.
Propaganda, genocide, & economics are all profits for the savages.
Paternalism plays a major role as
terrorizing and restrain are easily justified.
Keep em' from achieving social equality 
as they become more bumptious on the streets.

Being in the mind of a savage.
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Random Musings

In Small Doses
Living a life is like taking poison –you die a little each day.

I am screwed
Know not when? Know not how? –Marriage happened.

Gone Astray
Religion is a well-traversed road –I am lost!

Favored
There’s no substitute for hard work and perseverance –except luck.

Fool of Wisdom
It requires wisdom to comprehend –a fool.

Recipe for Success
The ingredients for a successful life –Passion, Perfection, Patience.

Salvation
Sailing upstream against the wind –I have a strayed soul to summon.

Legally moral
When it becomes legal, it becomes moral –then, it's normal.

Common Factor
We are common people; the tail-enders –we hide between the legs in adversity.

Good for nothing
A good deed with ulterior motive is worse than a bad deed –with good intent.

Back Street blues
Don’t be scared of the back alleys –they might get you home quicker.

Idolatry
I picked a stray stone and carved a graven image of my God –I then worshiped.

Heavenly Bliss
Nothing happens by just wishing for the heaven –You have to first die for it. 

Afterlife
There's only one sure way to immortality –die young.

False Hope
Gives you what was never yours to begin with –Chasing illusions.

Tarry no longer
 A wet knot is hard to untie. Vet the person you marry –before you tie the knot.

Postscript
Poison, Potion, Prayer –either make you ill, immune or immortal.



~04/28/22
~Contest: A Brian Strand Premiere


Premium Member School Time Crush

Dear strong, mysterious Mr. Richter,
I have adored you all semester.

It's all about the way you say "cosign"
and the command you give to busy equations.
You keep those numbers all in line,
as if any one could give dissuasions.

With exponent passion you draw me in,
a mathematician first, then a teacher.
Each number's a friend, a neighbor, a kin.
Each student is a math-munching creature.

You couple denominators, strong and alike,
a prismic marriage of commonality,
then suddenly you divide them like
a Shakespearean tragedy.

Then you flip-flop like common weather,
and in a calm numerical tangent,
you bring those digits back together 
like a quadrilateral sonnet.

Your rhombus eyes, like tigers animate
when you say the word "perpendicular."
Could you say you'd ask me for a date,
anywhere logarithmic, but I'm not particular.

Take me away on a coordinate plane,
parallel to a median integer
with stem-and-leaf plot as the terrain,
and a commutative property perimeter.

I can offer admiration and a laugh,
just teach me how to use a protractor.
Of all the variables on a bar graph,
we are the greatest common factor.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member OF ICE AND MEN

      Ice covered fields looking like neat white beds
      Men removing ice pulling, pushing spades.
       Jubilant men, busy to jump and jog.
       Even being crazy in mist and fog.

       Men have earnest eager for little warmth:
       Dreaming desires for spending night at mirth 
        In ice cold weather men wishing perfect 
       to sleep with sweet heart under same blanket.

      To find common factor of Ice and Men  ?
       Simple ! Not to think again and again !
       Ice will sure melt when heat to interact.
       Men to melt in heat of women’s contact.
Form: Couplet

Trying To Find That Common Ground

trying to find that common ground
is best done when trying is not even in thought
letting the self go is not always two plus two
however, if a good ebb and flow is established, the greatest common denominator is positivity

trying to find that common ground
is the most beneficial when just doing is just done
letting the self just be is not always that 1-2-3
yet and still, if a common ground is laid down as a solid foundation, the greatest common denominator is positivity

trying to find that common ground
is at its most peaceful state when just letting go is simply letting in
letting the self be obtainable is not always a calming walk in the park
on the other hand, when all that is life is handled in a compromising fashion, the greatest common factor is Love....
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