Vs Poems - Poems about Vs

in the heart of the absolute an intent arose to manifest as a soul seed then see how He grows hiranyagarbha: cosmic egg shaped like head ovoid was the first manifestation pure and unalloyed both immanent and transcendent Self as living light crystallised then as body-mind where ego blurred sight earth life’s real and yet a dream twirled by gunas three yet light innate cannot be...

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They hate us not because we’re bad but because we are everything they cannot be Because while they stew in their own misery Formed from their own jealousy We live life fully Because that’s the beauty of Black people We create joy where joy has been locked out Then try to hide it through false superiority Whilst trying to convince the...

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Ego, the thought we are this body-mind, delusion, since we’re in truth living light, so good is that which leaves desires behind, all transient pleasures that opaque clear sight. To reclaim our light that banishes night, thought cessation is the optimal way, joyful heart like a child, given to play. Employing our free will, God-search the quest, body-mind then is like a car...

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Is there any other sort of sport.. that can hold a candle to having to handle Getting caught in the ripsnort onslaught scandal…as speedsters hold court Fraught as they face a serious deleterious imperious express pace ace At their sleek peak..unique freaks..bombastic..iconoclastic mercenaries Havoc to wreak on adversaries.. and their own physique.. So as we’ve read..will the King of swing..zing...

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Just attempting to compare CLOUD having simili with word CROWD. Words are exchangeable to view : Replace L by R : U by W. Cloud goes mostly loud with thunder. Crowd is often loud, no wonder. Cloud brings cloud on...

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No your burdens are not for us to carry We know your game You fake a smile Bat your little eyelashes Pretend you care Then reveal your true motive You want us to fight your battles for you But when we need help On your end all we hear is silence While you sit back and watch...

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Each morning drifts like mist— soft, uncertain, but somewhere in its hush, I feel the weight of something turning dark nearby. I once imagined this place would be still, that the walls would not echo with things unsaid. But peace, it seems, is not something we always share. Patterns repeat— whispers circling like wind in a cage. The days loop like shadows on the same old path, a wheel that...

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the poet makes a big meaning in few lines the poster makes small meaning in many lines the writer knows when to make it short or long...

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The case of lynching vs suicide A black man Hangs Lifeless Silent Eerie The only sound Is the wind thrashing around As it surrounds The black man Screaming loud Trying to get the man to make a sound The wind howled In pain In agony Watching as the whole town Laughing like he was some kind of clown The police never showed In the...

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Why is yesterday no better than today 'Tis true in each and every generation ‘cross demographics, populations From Socrates’ time right up until now ...

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Ego Vs. Soul Thing Let's Take A Crack At It. (No Peaking.) Ego, Well There You Go, Right Away, That's Not Just One Word... Even If I Narrow It Down To A Trillion. * Psychology Paints It Several Times As A 'Scientific' Term... But That Science Is Made With Babies Having Tantrums With Their Toys. Very Specific Maybe - Depending On A Dream. Dragons And Butterflies, Shock With ROAR-Shock! Miss-Spelling Well Intended. * Let's See - Give It...

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The skin I have Black Vs The skin they wanted White It was like a lifelong competition With only one condition Whiteness wins And well blackness Loses So from young they Indoctrinated us Into believing White=advantage Black=disadvantage And if you were somewhere in the middle Well that's their decision You better hope that you get...

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I look in the mirror and what do I see an overripe version of the ‘real me’ A little less hair than before let’s just say, the Vietnam War A little more flesh, especially ‘round the neck two chins instead of one...

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Picasso Vs. Matisse You're Looking At Me Sideways But I'm Just Trying To Catch The Drift. -Gray Squirrel 05-25-2025...

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what is left of me, once you have taken all that I am? what words are left for me to wallow in after you say goodbye? in who's arm do I find comfort, now that mine have been shackled? how do I say I love you when I can't bring myself to love again, or have I ever? how...

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