I am going to be the greatest macabre poet of all time, laugh, I see you. Mmmmmh makes me hungry.
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Of All The Outcasts, Misfits, & Unsung Heroes… we made it.
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Rece and religion shouldn't be a hurdle to seek peace. Genocide and terrorism spark anger and make all realize the cruelty of leaders who hunger for power and overlook a peaceful convivence which is the only solution to avoid bloodshed. Aren't these heartless leaders declaring their ego to fulfill a wish to do harm, bringing destruction and death?
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"A hooligan cat homeless and tattered, hungry, and lurking on my porch battered;
a bitten ear and one eye, brought him inside and life was never the same ."
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The younger generation are like magnets to any kind of problem. And generally, one problem leads to another. Even if it isn’t a problem, they will make it one so they can get busy trying to solve it
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Pornography is deeper than sex on a screen. just like any content pornography speaks to some truths about who we are, fears hopes and dreams. I can make this argument that pornography offers a true moment of honesty to ourselves. Because why the hell is a video titled Horny BBW Step Mom Gets Fucked Like a Slut By Her Young Stepson have 1.6 million views.
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Tax why need tax beasts in jungle hunt and eat and dead.
Crocodile
Jagdish bajantri
Aghori mhabharamnad
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Basuri tho bas ek bin hai nagin zaher ohalti hai jaanta nacch dikhaye hum madari ka khel dhika dounga samndar par shav theryey hai Sagar manthan
Jai bhole
Devi durga kalki
Dhumavati maa
Jagdish bajantri
Aghori mhabharamnad
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Behrae murder me gotay laganay walay tun kia janay nehar darya jungle ka sawad Pagal khanay.
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Love invites Sorrow in, to feed its hunger, quench its thirst...Sorrow has been sorely deprived of succour and unconditional nurture in most states of distress, sadness, betrayal, rejection, hurt, loss, grief (are only but a few called by name)...when Sorrow is well fed, and transfiguring into its better, higher lighter form, the captive/s eventually are let loose - it is Sorrow's choice of course, whether Sorrow stays or goes. (Leanne Lovejoy-Burton as LadyLabyrinth)
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Love invites Sorrow in, to feed its hunger, quench its thirst...Sorrow has been sorely deprived of succour and unconditional nurture in most states of distress, sadness, betrayal, rejection, hurt, loss, grief (are only but a few called by name)...when Sorrow is well fed, and transfiguring into its better, higher lighter form, the captive/s eventually are let loose - it is Sorrow's choice of course, whether Sorrow stays or goes.
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A jaya kar Meray Ghar,chal sair karye office,
Factory, nehar, darya, jungle, loramycin inj,
Kutay day putar, bay gairat, kanjar people.
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I recall as a youngster, playing in a pile of raked leaves, tossing them up in the air, covering myself with their together warmth. Some see the bottle half full...some see it half empty. Children see and live the enrapture of the moment.
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"When you’re at the top, a lot of folks are gunning for you." from the short story "King of the Jungle" by Max Sebastian Burchett
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Niazi Zafar Bhai say maafi mang lay,
Jungli shair say dushmani nahi kartay.
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Girls who ponder the depths of love without having taken the plunge are like artists, creating masterpieces in their hearts, waiting for the right moment to unveil their canvas to the world. Yet they shall not know that for every masterpiece there is always the boldest stroke which can make or break everything.
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"When we are young, we try so hard for everything to be perfect, and when it isn’t we hurt."
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“The secret of eternal youth is to stay young in one’s own heart. Outer appearances may fade like an old photograph or painting of one’s life but the inner appearance can shine with a radiance of hope, expectation, childlike optimism and dreams. Old with wisdom but young with wonder.”
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Why is it that when you're younger you can ignore another's pain so easily?
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Poetry is a place you get lost in to find yourself, to 'feel' something. One could say it is all cerebral. But it is to 'feel' something, whether you are the poet or the reader (in music lyrics sung, the "listener").
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Poetry and writing, conveys a story, written by the writer for the writer, intentionally or ignorantly unaware they are sharing their psyche, with the reader. It is a form of journaling. The beautifully precious and precocious Anne Frank comes to mind, her poignant and profound writes of Light came in the darkest moments of her young life.
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Lung of The Almighty is our eternal, shared respiration.
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Nehar Darya Jungle Park ki sair karnay kay bahanay zafar supari killer injection lagwata
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Oye dramay baza jinyan marzi sharartan karwa lay jinyan marzi meri bund vich unglan day.
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Zafar jani meri bund me ungliyan na diya
karo kyun wajna fire e ay fire wajna fire.
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I am lost in the jungle surrounded by beasts
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Mark my words, as surely as the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, the young sprouts of today shall grow into the mighty oaks of tomorrow, bearing the fruits of their imagination and wisdom for all the world to taste."
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Now more than ever this perfidious humanity, which has plunged into the tenebrous abyss of hatred and wickedness, needs God's forgiveness and His mercy.
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The hungry lions always sleep into the belly of corrupt peoples ... The best world doctors try to help them by oparating their stomachs.
They are so shocking as they turn out to be preys of hungry lions.
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
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Hungry lives in the pockets of All corrupt people of the World."
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
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