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alex May 12
Once upon a time we played pretend
Once upon a time, the game had to end
Once upon a time, I lost a friend.
Once upon a time, I reached my end.

Carefree was I, and carefree was she
In a world of our own we were free.
Safe and sound in our beautiful little dollhouse
Before it crept upon us, silent as a louse.

It came suddenly and took everything we had
The windows of our house grew cracked
The glass became cloudy, we could no longer discern what exactly we were.

Our house was empty
and so were we.
Darkness took over her and me -
Perhaps something they could foresee
But of course they never told me.

Now I have no shoes; my feet are bare.
I am bare.
I stand paper-thin, about to tear.
The cold wind stings, and the rain mats my hair.
The sun burns my skin— but I cannot care.
Anything that isn’t just watching some nasty *** juiced-up  brain dead slab of  meat gang member millionaire slam a ball through a hoop while teachers beg for pencils  while working moms die of ulcers and cry to starving kids  in  opioid farming  grocery store parking lots.

😻🐲❤️⚔️⭐👀🍾You do this every ******* time:
“The challenge then is, once you stop feeding into that system, how do you fill the void? What do you replace all that sports noise with? Because it’s not just about rejecting the *******   it’s about finding something worth putting our time into.”

Like a challenge. To me. Like, okay then *******, what now?
To me. ???  really ?

I already answered your question, *******  and answered it well.

I said:

“Or staying home and raising all of Herschel Walker’s seventeen illegitimate ******* kids. Just an example   but don’t ******* say to me, ‘Oh well, what would you have us do instead?’

It doesn’t matter ...  just not that.

Declare war on dandelions for all I care. Or crabgrass, or mosquitoes, or leaky faucets, or squeaky brakes.

****   just pick one.

Illiteracy or the opioid epidemic. Doesn’t matter. Use the talent, the money, the time  all that  wasted sweat and gay muscle  to actually DO something. Anything. !!!!

**** — pay a ******* teacher instead of an ex-con gang member with ******* face tattoos.

Does that huge, dumb **** really need another Lambo?”🦿🤺🚂🪂🎃🪖💍🧩❌❔☢️✅☣️⚠️


is  that how  you spell **** my life ?  some **** *** ****** bag that produced  10 more  micrograms of testosterone during early puberty...   ooooh hh   ahhh what a   an idol..lets give  this gym rat bully piece  of **** millions ..  what the **** DAD  what are  you doing  ?  😁📺🎸🎉🎻🐯🐘🐳🦑

It’s all a scam, a big  heartless jew neon machine designed to keep people working, consuming, and distracted while the real decisions happen behind closed doors. right about the brainwashing, how it keeps us chasing after stuff we don't need, just to keep the system running smoothly. And yeah, they  the ones pulling the strings don’t want any of us to wake up to that. Because once you do, it all starts falling apart. and we cant build  the prisons and psyche wards fast enough.  🐯🐘🐳🦑

not here to sugarcoat anything or pretend it’s all rosy. calling it like it is, and it’s ugly. The truth is uncomfortable, and the ones who profit from this ******* don’t want us to even question it. They want  jesus and muhammad compliance, they want people to keep buying the next shiny thing, whether it’s  Tay tay or K pop  or Beiber, a car, a phone, or the latest social media trend. And they keep the cycle going because that is how they stay on top.

. That’s just another part of the game. But the truth, the real truth, is that we all know it’s a setup. People don’t want to hear it, and a lot of them can’t handle it. nailed it: it’s a flimflam, and calling out the nonsense is the first step.

get where you're coming from.  not trying to offer some “shiny happy” answer, but maybe the real fight is just refusing to buy into any of it, while still holding onto your own piece of reality. But I won’t pretend like that’s easy or even remotely simple. It’s a war for your very own mind, principles and beliefs every single day.

got a point: people are deep in the brainwashing, and a lot of them don’t even realize they’re trapped. But you don’t have to play along. And you’re right, I can’t change the system, but I can at least listen, understand, and be real about it. Sheeple  or ostriches ?
Mirage of lives,
Ever tell me current lies.
Mirage of time,
Sever bells that cries.
I live today,
But I died tomorrow.
I live today,
To see the old of me present.
Dead memories,
Unknown reality,
What shall wake me,
treacherous why.
Are you ATTUNED
with your LIFE???, or
are you ALIGNED
with the STARS???
Do you TRAVEL the HIGH
GALAXIES, from SATURN to MARS???
ARE YOU ATTUNED???,
are you ALIGNED with your DESTINY,
ARE YOU READY TO EXPLORE,
YOUR BIGGEST, GREATEST FANTASY,
OKAY, LET'S SEE!!!
DO YOU SIT AND PONDER,
about your WILDEST DREAMS???,
HOPING that ONE DAY,
they become......
TRUE REALITY???
DO YOU SIT AND WONDER,
about your DREAMS COMING TRUE,
If you want them EXIST,
It HAS to BEGIN WITHIN YOU,
START with a FOUNDATION, and then
Some kind of a PLAN,
PRAY OVER IT SINCERELY, and
THEN PUT IT IN GOD'S HANDS!!!!
So, ARE YOU ATTUNED???
Do you TRAVEL the HIGH SEAS???
Do you want to see the WORLD,
and explore things that
you would not believe???
Don't worry you will, and
it's coming real soon,
Just stay within balance
So, ONCE AGAIN,
ARE YOU ATTUNED???


B.R.
Date: 5/9/2025
Sarah May 8
From playing house to paying bills,
from being a princess to being seen lika thing.
Is the world I have grown up in been a farce or does the reality of the real world seem to escape me?

Have I been lied to and thrown into the land of fantasy, or was it a necessity to shield me from my ultimate reality?
I feel like Alice in Wonderland, although instead of a hat through which I can return to my world, I am stuck in this nightmare

Tiaras an teacups have been
replaced by meaningless jobs and illusions of freedoms.

Work hard , they say, but stay feminin.
Be independent, but not to masculine.
Hate men, for they are the enemy,
but pay attention and smile when they have seniority.

Little girl grows up to be defined by her titles: a mother, a wife, a daughter
but all she dreams of is being a princess of her own Castle.
I've melted between the cracks of time.
Lost and found, dead and prime.
A ghost, a man. My fractured twin.
Collapsing as the light steps in.

I am only real when I can be seen,
Existing as nothing in moments between.
An echo that’s held in quantum breath.
Inevitable, superposed, ego death.

In the quantum rift, I’m free yet bound.
I'm dead but prime, lost and found.
Through a quantum fate, I twist and bend.
Observed, I mend just to break down again.

A visible ghost of a once kneeling king.
In the moment I was seen, I had lost everything.
Outside of perception, I exist in-between.
Fluctuating from the seen into the unseen.

Through one slit I'll grow. The other, decay.
But I am all. In all ways. The blood in my own veins.
Observe me as I am—I expand to retract,
Observing creates realities and I'm never looking back

Do you even truly know? Which "Me" is the true?
The matter that you saw, Or the energy you knew?
I'm an infinite soul, in quantum’s eternal high,
Reduced to a dream, in the gaze of your eye.

© Derek 'Abraxas'
Pillow drools blood stains
From dreams which don’t go away
Maria May 2
It’s morning. I woke up. It’s hatefully grey.
I’d close my eyes and go back to sleep.
Thoughts wander around me like chimeras
And weave their nets from all sides of me.

I think I’ll make one of them just a reality:
I’ll make some coffee, there’s no other way.
The day won’t work out without coffee.
And there’ll be a mess in my head anyway.

I’m up. What a nebulous nasty morning.
It shamelessly drives me crazy at all.
And why did I suddenly feel wholly
That I know all about myself?
What a fool?

What a phenomenal wacky silliness!
What a criminal irrational nonsense!
I thought that tomorrow is really fatal
As it was in the same way for years.

And what is in point of fact?
Where’s tomorrow?
All colors around me are totally dim.
I try to find my previous strong energy,
But only monotony is all-around me.

It was so simple yesterday, but now it’s ugly.
My coffee’s sneezing. It’s got a cold.
Well, I’ll go to live just like that, don’t look behind.
And I will live as long as I can, with no support.
Thank you very much for reading it! 💖
~
It should be stark
and unprovoked,
yet fight to conceal.

It should justify
its intrusion
by layering
new narratives:
each a wonderland,
each a poison.

It should spring
like a cat,
cloud like doubt,
evaporate like
cigarettes at dawn.

It should backlight
truth, fictionalize
history.

It should undo
reality, drift into abyss
with the Lady of Shalott.

It should lead
the march into the sea,
it should die gracefully.

~
Sometime I see,
Drift of serene shadows.
Sometimes walls float,
Amidst empty gallows.

Hard to feel
The taste of veal,
Hard to sense,
What feelings miss,
On Lee.

Not what I see,
Not shared reality.
All could be
What’s not in me.

I walk a shallow,
Its fallow hums.
Howls rise empty,
Fell the blue tree.

Cherry without taste,
A dream’s faint state.
What lies in my realm
Lacks any helm.

A lonely road I walk,
To Salk an open goad.
I must see
My illusions, gee.

It’s lacking,
No meaning.
What fallacy must play,
On killing today.
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