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The height of
Meditation is perpetual orgasm. When the world falls away and all is blissful
and calm.
Our Reasons are our Excuses.
Learn
only from Experience. Trust no one else. Know stillness, don't think
about it.
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Slave America
by Tiffany Clay
What’s with America these days? Have we lost our basic
freedoms?
Have we turned into mindless drones?
Did I ask for your opinion?
We aren’t human anymore and we can’t choose who we are or where we are
going
Nothing is ours anymore and my homeland
will continue to suffer, raped and pillaged.
My people will never be free, words are not enough,
The paper is a guarantee, a right, a forgotten parchment.
Is this really our time to shine, when people are suffering?
And we all have no rights, living in our failed society,
doomed to forever suffer from oppression
lost in the void we do not understand
tormented by our infinite ignorance
wandering like cows in a field of green grass
stupid and hungry.
The only thing they understand is "moo,"
it is the only thing they want to understand
until they are butchered, mercilessly by carnivores.
Eating at the flesh, feeding on our freedoms
and our rights.
Killing our nations and our native people
devouring the hearts of millions in a single second.
Is this all we are, can we be nothing more!!!
Our time is lost, just like our lives
tired and confused, we will march for something
we will certainly not obtain.
Our lives are meaningless and our days are not
special
Look closer at the sky, think about what is real
and what is pure fantasy.
"United" United by what?
by god?
think again
So we will fall
One nation under god, indivisible, with liberty
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Lost Lusty Lark
by Tiffany Clay
My eyes distort as I walk toward no goal.
Life’s delicate balance
hangs on my shoulders.
The weight of the world crushes me
hinders my gentle spirit.
If only things could work out for me.
So impatient.
lost lusty lark
Only I’m not flying.
Maybe I could find someone
high above the trees.
and this civilization of flightless birds
could stop choking me
but instead of finding life above the insanity of injustice
my heart is bound to the ground.
I can’t see you
but I feel a presence
in the pitch black shadows
in the warm wind
in the bright lights of the city
Why can’t I find you?
Are you floating above me?
Just out of my sight?
I can’t reach you.
Every chance I get
I lift my arms in hopes of lifting my spirit.
It could flow out of me towards you,
but even then I still can’t touch you.
I want to feel you in my arms.
Warming me and comforting me.
Speak the words true.
The words I need to hear.
I’ve been longing to hear.
Truth and Love.
Do I not deserve it?
Have I not suffered enough?
Will this pain never die?
I feel I’m doomed to walk alone
forever alone
until my feet crack and bleed
and even then, I have to keep walking
searching in vain.
Searching for a non-existent soul.
I’ll collapse.
Kissing the searing desert sand.
unsatisfying.
I’ve got no liquid.
Let me drink from you.
I’d let you drink from me.
But I look up and see you
hovering just above me.
My skin raw and sunburned.
Blood boiling.
Eyes stinging.
My heart cannot function without you
but I can’t see you clearly.
I can’t see you at all.
Why won’t you show yourself?
I need your hand to lift me up.
I need your liquid to quench my cells.
I need your words to console me.
Please help me.
I’m slowly dying.
Without you.
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Sick and Disgusted by
Tiffany ClayThe crowded halls closed around me
like a cobra squeezing my body
sucking out my breath.
It’s all just congested arteries,
cutting off my life blood.
Starving me, weakening me.
The stench of too many lives is in the air
everywhere
Flooding the streets and sidewalks
like rushing water.
The Earth trampled by egocentric,
money hungry demons
who couldn’t care less about people and
the world around us.
We are all doomed to wander.
Not wander, push our way through the crowds that never end.
Selfish people stealing MY air.
Don’t I deserve some breathing room
a little space for a poor wheezing soul?
You all laugh in your beautiful little worlds
not even knowing about my dimension
my world of pain.
Open your closed, immature minds.
You might learn something
you don’t want to know.
Life didn’t carve me.
I carved life.
I see what you don’t.
Step into my consciousness.
collapse from the anguish
accept my doubt
and hear me now!
Burn your safety blanket
watch the flames dance with tears in your eyes.
Come walk the forest with me
No, go walk it yourself for you all make me sick.
My stomach turns when I look at you all.
I cringe at the fact that I cannot get away.
no peace, no quiet.
You see that river?
It pulsates
like blood through a rotten vein.
You have poisoned my rivers.
You have taken my land.
You have raped my brothers and my sisters.
You have spilled my blood.
You have poisoned my veins.
My heart is dead because of you.
My mind is constantly screaming at me.
Screaming at you with such veracity
I want your blood to thin.
I want your rivers poisoned.
Your land taken, your brother and your sister raped.
Your blood spilled, your veins poisoned, your heart dead. Your mind
screaming. Your life taken!
You will never Silence me.
I’ll laugh when you challenge me.
When your stupid, meaningless life is taken
when I feed on you and your dreams
hopeless pigs.
Tearing the land with there insensitive hooves
Please my Jewish Stars
eat with me
Enjoy some good pork with the truth of humanity.
Don’t worry about your religion.
What is religion but a safety blanket.
We burned that.
So come on. |
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Stop seeking constant
gratification.
Philosophy
is a laborious ordeal.
Don't
believe everything you think.
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