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Reflections on BuddhismThe swinging door alternately shows it’s wood-paneled backside and a barren room. The austere abode is interrupted by a single table, a lamp and a man sitting across from the lamp. He says, “See…Reflections on Buddhism
The globules separate from the mass of wax, rise and cool to assume the most magnificent individual shapes. Supposing that that wax was endowed with a sort of consciousness, these individual gobs are met with the distinct problem of self-identification. Praying daily as they inexorably trek up the path toward union with the wax god (or celebration of their lack of belief) results in the destruction of that specific individ
by ~aprosie
The Condition of Being a WomanMisogynists say Muliebrity is a sin That is not ok.The Condition of Being a Woman
On the day Woman was begotten Misogynists say
Guilt joined the fray Of human emotion. That’s not ok.
I heard Schopenhauer say (And haven’t forgotten) As misogynists say,
“Woman is by nature meant to obey.” Why say that about women? That’s not ok.
Why should they pay For the rib they’ve taken? Misogynists say That it’s not ok.
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by ~aprosie
Beelzebub's Pork RoastIn certain space and place a thing may pass Uncovered, borne up high, a human heart With bare and brazen fury shows that by It's nature (tried and true), it's savage core, By space and place unlocked, it heaves and strains With toothy grins it lusts for tribal sorts Of thinking - acting. Stop! and save the one Who does not dance or paint his piggy face, But calm and reason's chiseled deep upon His brow. His specs will snap, his wisdom fade.Beelzebub's Pork Roast
In time the sophic goo his brainpan leaked Onto the hills would smell of safety seen On the horizon. The succor offered
by ~aprosie
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you in your mouthi am curious about you of course, i'd likeyou in your mouth
to know how many sugars if any, i think i'd like to know how well
done. but i'm not sure of course, if i should be curious (or otherwise)
if it is indecent
of me to speculate
ponder how much milk wonder what textures you favour in your
mouth
maybe i should wait for the situation
to present itself
rather than spend these days thinking about it
by ~saturnineguise
Visceraostracize the wounded; listen!Viscera
to the way they graze over sidewalks, varicose:
un! deux! trois! quatre! cinq!
counting bones and the chipped teeth
of sun-browned children, they come
wanting:
six! sept! huit! neuf! dix!
plus one/subtract the liver, and stipple
the ribs with paint; this thin viscus,
crippled with
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guess who i asked to prom ;]
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Tonight the stars speak of Your Infinite Love. & It serves to remind me that what I have means nothing at all, compared to Your Glory, O Lord.
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If I've come without a thing than I've come with all I need
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idle nuts
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Don't Be M A D! Be G L A D! *gai-sensai no jutsu*
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Don't Be M A D! Be G L A D! *gai-sensai no jutsu*
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idle nuts
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Don't Be M A D! Be G L A D! *gai-sensai no jutsu*
Your poetry is amazing.
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