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The Sun needs not the Moon

The Sun needs not the Moon,

For if the Moon in the sky had burned as bright,

How come it's canvas remains a pitch black sight?

For if the Sun needed the Moon,

How come it holds it's own,

How come the Moon only reflects the lambent wishes of the Sun?

But what if the Sun sees himself as the Moon,

And the Moon as the Sun,

If the Moon sees himself for what he truly is,

And the Sun so bright he basks in it.

The Sun needs not the Moon,

And the Moon knows this,

He prefers not to shade the Sun's light,

Would never want to reduce the hopeful rays to pathetic halos,

For halos cannot light up the world.

The Moon sees everything in the Sun,

And what the Moon brings is what the people believe as madness,

And truthfully, what he brings is darkness,

If the Sun may bring the people happiness,

If the Moon did not hold their best interests in his cold heart,

Then the Moon will fear not the day he leaves.

But what the Moon does not know,

The day that he fades away from even the Sun's view,

The Sun will weep, raining gold,

The Sun will feel...cold...

The Sun isn't meant to be cold.

(What used to be golden and anew, burst into fading light, and followed the Moon)

journey of the jointed.

All beings that ever come to grace the dirt, have known love, no matter how little or how much.

And as much as he'd like to lie and say he was an exception he was loved only twice in his life thrice if you count beginnings.

Once, by a good man, who forged blades of benign shine, struck in the heart where his soul lay the heart that was tossed since yesterday.

Twice, by a sick child, who sewed stories of old of dancers and soldiers and burned in phoenix flames, promising a heart in the midst of gray ashes that say; The meaning of soul is defined by humanity, as hearts and souls go hand-in-hand, to have a soul is to feel, to feel is to have a heart.

And so the collapse of a frail child, greeted the puppet with no strings, and now his mind has lapsed back into loathing.

And now he sits in rubble and flame, singing a soundless soliloquy wishing to burn, and burn to death The jointed man wakes to a rising sun, and sheds the "son" that once was.

The years fly as wind blows just as time does, harrowed by horrid hands that never knew how to heal, finally finding oneself standing with kinder kin, as the world forgot the puppet of old, and now only knows who wanders with the wind as most visionary vassals do.

The jointed jaunt the joyous world, with a jaded face and biting words but now free of past grievances, still gruesome; somehow untrue.

The world cares not for the wandering soul that walks with the wind, Yet he does not care in return.

TW : HORROR-ESQUE DISTORTED ART

"I Like Bananas Because They have No Bones"

(George Elrick, 1936)

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̴̢̡̮̟̼̣̦̈͋̆̑͑̈́̑͊ I̶̼̬̰̐̓̃̌ ̵̩͇̜̳͚̋̏͛͒͊̏͘͝ͅļ̶͇͈͓̅̀̎̕̚ï̶̼̯͊ķ̶̛̳̮̜̼̻͖̰͆͆̎́̓́͊̍̓e̵͙̣̲̻̻̼̞͉̐̊̆ ̶̡̧͈̱̼͈̪͈͙̲̈́̽b̸̩͙̜̖̄̎̈́̄á̸̲̟̙̻͉̥͙̩̓̅̔́̎̍͌̕͝ņ̸̛̤͉̦̺̻̦̠̝̍̆̀̍͗͌̈ä̴̤͕́̒͂̉n̷͔͚̮̞̺̮̯̦͛͒͊͗a̶͚͂̈s̶̬̘͈̙̪͈̻̬̖̒̉̐̀̃̔̔̑̂͜͝

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He just wants to be able to live, and to be able to get treatment. And we can help him with that!! If you can share this post, or have a couple spare bucks, it means the WORLD. He’s trying to save up approx $7500 to get his surgery!

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Guilt did not stay underground (sometimes I wish I did)

Knock me down between the eyes,

Eyes of man that crust with gunpowder and long gone cigarette smoke,

Knock me down,

I deserve it,

Little brother o' mine

Let me earn it.

Knock on the door,

Over lily of valleys,

Hung over the frame

Of what once was two,

three against the world,

And you used to mean the world to me,

I don't think that's ever changed,

Second son o' mine, brother o' mine,

Let me go, I'd die a second time

Let me go,

I need to go.

You don't need to earn an apology from me,

Just that you are asking for an apology,

From a coward, that is me,

I need you to stay,

(I want you to go away)

Just like the old days,

(I've come back to my old ways)

With you by my side,

and I by yours,

'You need to let them heal without you'

So I will let you heal without me,

I'd die a second time to make everyone happy,

Except I'd die only in others eyes,

I'd be a wandering man, a breathing ghost,

A husk of flesh and bone

and once long ago flags and never-sung-again songs,

If I am the problem,

then I will remove myself from the equation,

Give you a quick solution,

I've returned to my roots,

my roots underground,

Brother o' mine, would you wish to come around?

Urgent call :

My Family is Drowning in Pain and Despair, Please Help Us🙏💔💔

To every compassionate heart, to everyone who understands the meaning of mercy and humanity🍉🍉🙏🏻

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Paradise/Cityscape

All that is passed,

And all that is due

Wander in fields of flowers,

One big tree in the midst of the pasture

Lowly hanging golden fruits,

Knowledge bestowed with every bitten

Sweet at first bite, bitter as an afterthought,

I pace beneath it's sturdy branches and it's

swaying, shining leaves.

This is what paradise would feel,

But I am not dead.

I am dead to the world, the world was dead to me

This fantasy is speaking to me,

with no sound,

Regardless, I am always astonished,

the pretty view of Paradise.

Alas, Paradise never lasts,

The curtain opens

and I lay under sheets,

Formality reeks in this room, of something man-made and broken and repaired, and put back together again,

and beyond my window

Is turgid, overwhelming, and polluted,

Cityscape.

Round does the wind blow

Through the thick forest brush

Through the iron and glass

Through the marsh and the damp

Through open expanse of blue

And through the body, of you, and of me.

This poem will not talk

About the silent pillow and sock

As slumber does not wait to tumble

Into indecipherable dreams and terrors

As fantasy blurs with what is real

And what is want,

What you need however,

Is not a taunt

Because the wind will speak

It will whisper, and howl

It will never be silenced

But not all the crowd

Will be able to hear it's pained speak

As the closed will become deaf

And the open become blind

Because the closed will not let the wind in,

And the open will not see the wind, or feel the wind, who it is, and who the cries of help belong to,

No empathy, much less sympathy, for the voices that go with the wind.

And so nature weeps in the drizzle

Screams in the thunder

And remains silent on gloomier days,

The days that feel silent and sad, are the days with no rain.

The wind was not heard, seen, nor felt,

And so it's secrets and it's voices

It's pains and it's emotions

It's sufferings and it's triumphs

Remain only in the unknown

The wind sung but was never heard.

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🆘/To Alaa and my family in Gaza

All thanks and gratitude for your humanitarian stances with us and your help in this critical and difficult time

15 months of displacement and famine have increased our suffering and difficulties incredibly.

I used all the words of sadness and sorrow to describe the situation we had reached, but these words were not enough.

We lost relatives and friends, my brother and father were injured, our house was destroyed, our car was burned, and everything was lost.

The scale of the suffering and tragedy is much greater than what you may have seen or witnessed on social media.

My dear friends

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