Love isn’t something transparent, like water, where I can see the bottom.
It’s about understanding the depth of your personality and your well-being,
Connery.
Not all knights are noble; some are not even men.
On the Nature of Knights
Not all who bear the title of knight embody nobility.
In fact, some who are called knights do not even fit the traditional image of a man.
The designation of "knight" does not guarantee virtue or honor; rather, it is a role that individuals of varying character and background can fill.
This complexity challenges the assumptions we hold about chivalry and heroism, reminding us that titles alone do not define a person's worth or intentions.
Am I used to it?
Why am I doing this?
Deep down, I seek love and find I love myself more each hour.
I live for myself and a few others, perceived as a guardian angel who hides her face behind the AI tools, which I am depending on to enhance my beauty:
Copy and paste can be detrimental if used in the wrong place
Such as posting and plagiarizing poems from another’s space
The time and energy it may take to search for poems to steal
It is a waste of time if you’re not going to be authentic and real
It’s also a crime to take credit for stolen art, poems or any other copied matter
And only a matter of time before a lawsuit may be served from a silver platter
It must be a type of severe mental illness or some type of character flaw
To want to claim poems as yours, that are not, is against the law
It would behoove you to think before you continue to copy and paste and post
We are on to your shenanigans and the deceitful liars are despised the most
Please remove your pathetic copied and pasted posts and leave our page
Because your reputation, integrity and legal recourse may be a lot to wage
Life is copy paste
Bashers have the same script
Demolition hate.
when we cut and paste
even if we made much haste
will not have any waste
when where what why who
we only needed a few
which we know will do
with eight different words
which will start with w
My other favorite word
which I will like is wonderful.
Can you imagine when we would
remove letter w from our alphabet.
we look with him here
pitiful and very sad
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That which has a nice taste
One wouldn't want to waste.
Kids would it chew to a paste,
Eating it not in haste:
It is the strongest zeal
For a good kitchen's meal...
To gourmets a nice deal,
Pure delight one can feel;
Some with the heart of Rock
While feeding selves doors lock;
Each moment there's a knock
Their ears solidly block!
I have toothpaste because I paid money.
I watch TV for the same reason.
And this money thing is far from funny:
Without it you are as in a prison!
I have polish that I also have bought.
Water, power,...are all obtained for cash!
All existence seems to be by man wrought
And, being such, subject to error crash!
Non creators have made life money based
Thus making themselves masters over all!
Without money life is badly debased.
The weaker one is squashed against the wall!
We are bequeathed a money tyranny;
I have tooth paste because I paid money!
They spent $7,000.00 each on high quality moisturizer paste.
They would have been more attractive pasting that money to their face.
What if what i can not right
Doth the world delight
What if what i write and strive for
are irrelevant
What if i am part of the problem
Not the solution i seek
Then what is the point of my pen
Better i cave and join the masses
And suffer my partisan
Than dig my own grave
As i am no better no worse
Only difference is i gave it a go
and gave it my best shot
But in the end it fell on deaf ears
Like all of those who tried and
failed before me
Sometimes i feel low like im a nobody
i couldn’t find myself so they paste and i copy
i woke up everyday lookin for a new hobby
so i was doin pills in the hotel lobby.
really dont think im doing so well
bad party imma end up dead at a motel. Making no prediction im just sayin if it goes there
then i just told you how i died like oh well.
dont know why im on this long road of sadness, my demons they ahead im just hopeing that i pass em.
My brother died younger sometimes i just wanna catch him and then switch places like his death never happened.
Sometimes i wanna die just to see how it feel little voice in my head like is reality real.
im a teddy bear but they want me made out of steal thats why im trapped in my head and im taking these pills.
where there's
a will there's
a way but
far far
away
in a
land
i'm lactose
intolerant
so not a
land of
milk but
definitely
honey
i want to
squeeze
the glue
that oozes
from out you
and seal it
and
us with
a kiss
If you are hungry for my words I am happy if you steal them and share
C and V are gone forever
Punched too hard
Copy and Paste
Space bar holding court
Wanting a rally to protest
The heaviness of my fingers.
I slap them happily
Typing 85 words a minute
Unconcerned about their silly protest.
Trees
Bear fruits
Top and roots
One in one taste
Tongues to long last
Thanks God,sweet paste!
When a stranger calls,
the shining
city lights
die hard
behind enemy lines.
I walk the line
out of the past
roots,
where the red fern grows
in cold blood
of mice and men.
The thin red line
short cuts
a nightmare on Elm Street.
The searchers
don't look now
within these walls.
In the heat of the night,
the illusionist
cast away
titanic
cries and whispers.
The silence of the lambs
never cry wolf
while you were sleeping.
(Each line is a separate movie title.)
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