Identity's

timeless torture

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the hardest part about identity is not pursuing, is not entertaining, is not riding the quirks of who we are. not that it's easy. it is. and, true. it isn't. still, all honesty out and accounted for
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identity is only an issue when we let ourselves deny ourselves. or. and, this is more often. others deny us; others define us before definitions actually form and clutter about us; others convince us that their dict'shun'ary is the truth - regardless if they are the same sort of victim to someone else that you are now being expected to be to them. tragedy of the masses, no doubt
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i've come to know and appreciate identity as a non linear, linear journey. mapped in naming moments. of which, the only true challenge. is others. recognizing and accepting each moment. whether present or not; whether privy or not; whether introduced (to each in turn, in clusters, or, never introduced). but. still sought. to understand and acknowledge. each moment. as a defining episode. marked in new significance. of our name. for greater illustration of who we are

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we change. and. we don't. we don't change. and. we do. remaining the same in new skin. remaining the same in new mind. remaining the same in new spirit. remaining the same in old selves. becoming new in old selves. our reflection alters just as it loses no detail

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we see it. we feel it. we live it. who else can accurately experience us. all the reason why. it is exceptionally important to pursue, to entertain and to ride the quirks. of ourselves. we have to. to fully understand. who we are. to effectively. argue who we are. when necessity arises. & it will

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self inspired - witnessing self, and being inspired by the view, fear of self is no threat. fear of self is mere challenge. better yet, amusement. fear of self becomes possession of creativity; in and re vention of self; creationists of life and living in result of self & drive

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identity is a timeless torture,

because, it is, has been, will be a private quality craze-easily debated as public domain

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by a rose named Zy'casle
Command
As far as the eye can see
Command
With my body
And, I am JUST Standing
Tall,
A/euro-centric walls
Laid from 2, who became 1
Long enough 2 lead a new 1
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Confident
In loyalty
Trained with no words
Just raw intention
That no one can take away from me,

My Castle

Life's

timeless torture

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life is a miraculous achievement ~ it is so easy, that it's hard ~ it is so easy to survive, and still breathe lifeless ~ it is so easy to fail, and never know the amount & level of success we've had
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we don't approach life with the strategy, the fight that we should

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life is no more and is no less an accredited institution, teaching. weeding. out the weak. spoon feeding. the strong and picked to be strong. a popularity contest. as usual. but also. the flutter and joust. of forces of the universe. are you stepping into their path. if so, is this the proper moment to do so. if not, will the next step be. wild, wild stuff. considering
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we actually have no control over any of it. while we absolutely do. this is important. absolutely do
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by a rose named Apple

night settles anew - its shadowy observance

cradles, bosom in bounty skies, exposing terrain

in flight by fallen heavens. life begins on journey's

end, within breath is it that these riches are spent

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love is the training for rich with poverty. because love is the act of removal. taking away to gain. and in losing, self, possessions, emotions, we learn life. still, there are the bonds and pacts. that do not need saying. they. and the rules binding them. just are. i am as i am. you are as you are. reserved is the right, no - the privilege and duty. to be just as 'i am', 'you are'

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life holds no promises, life is easily and willingly. disguised. long past death. and, life is just as whimsical as it is set to stone. life is about plan, execute, assess, re group, re plan, execute, assess. repeat and adjust as necessary. life is about legacy in purpose. and purpose serves.

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purpose serves: the eager & the idle

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life is a timeless torture because we, at birth, inherit a fatal purpose - death, and many of us disappoint, sacrifice, confuse the eventual plan with details in journey, 4 meaning behind

the

plan

Love's
timeless torture

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love is the only thing that can not be conditioned. taught. actions in habit can give the look of love. but love is rogue. it is. or it's not. and possessors. and desirers. are prey to love's decisions
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in the hush of its confusion, love plots fury - unleashed in guide to its own predictable rampage
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at least, this is what love is infamous for. at least, this is what burns in memory. at least, this is the lasting mark love leaves on the world. pouring ache from the hearts of too many to record. still, it remains recorded in the echos of existence
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love isn't hostile. it's just independent. fiercely independent. especially in a culture, in a lifetime that insists on control. and so, love offers no apology. as i am. or. as you are. or. as you were. love seizes opportunity. even when opportunity is weighed in singular vote
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all or nothing - love is the great test of bare acceptance

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it's. that is, love is. akin fumbling in the dichotomy of age. try to stay with me. the perception: sweet & nice = age; aged = sweet & nice. still headed straight. but, age is just the accumulation of anything. not just years. of, yes, anything. because. bearing to the left here. in the simple truth of addition. is the undeniable truth of more. and. more, of which, vows for age: duration of existence; bring to maturity; a particular period of history . . . as noted in the overall encapsulation of the moment. back on the main route, only slightly uphill. which means, racists grow up to be big, old racists. only. winding back to my starting point. love insists endearment of the elderly. and, in giving, we often confuse deference for attributes. fumbling in dichotomy of age

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by a rose named Ba
Did I tell you? I have kept each flower you have given me. The long-stem, single rose you placed in my palm from the timid, anxiousness of your own - not knowing mine were equally timid and anxious. That rose’s bulb drooped at the neck, heavy with pride. It reminded me of our first night together. Then, it’s bulb was thirsty – I knew because I was too. It was scarlet, it’s leaves withered and it made me flightless with it, not wanting to leave us. At the hems, that rose became a desperate stalk before stalk less. Did I tell you? Each bouquet you have ever apologized with decorates my kitchen counter, paints my bedroom. My living room tastes of each petals scent. They are dried, like my heart, seeking a bottomless pool of watery substance, like me – my spirit. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
the same can be said. and explained. of patience, self knowledge & appreciation. back behind the wheel. peculiar punishment - hurting self to hurt others. a strange, effective tactic. that does - at its core - mean the hurtee. hurting self. is actually a self-centered, presumptuous ass. or. a desperate being. with no more worth. other than self. do these folks actually know suffering. surely self-provoked, prolonged suffering has a buffer. but, then aren't we all subscribers. to peculiar punishment: love
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told you, fumbling. although, not entirely. love works both ways. which is why it can, does, will work for and against
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it just happens, that love's legacy is in its against. these victims are compelled to cry out in pain
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when a person is in love. they are quiet. they are watchful. they are cautious and caring. not to lose it. reckless in self abandonment, yes. but not in regards to every and anything else. they have love. they need it to last. when it ends. they do, too. and in the fall are many emotions, words, pleas, tears, questions, and quests - secret and not - to reclaim the lost prize
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love is a timeless torture because love founds everything; love is a timeless torture because love destroys all; love is a timeless torture because it has done so, and because love continues

to be
a
bless'ed
curse