#Behold, the Beauty of It All - Collectors Edition

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limber jungle
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Behold, the beauty of it all.
The earth under my feet.
The blood in my bones.
The flesh around my teeth.

I am nothing, but am also everything.
A yell, but also a whisper.
Priceless but also worth nothing.
Which is which?
It is all the same.

Behold, the beauty of it all.
Vain things that rust and spoil.
Like a flower plucked from the ground
So is man like a flower.
So too is man, a flower plucked and spoiled.

Oh death where is your sting?
Oh death where is your victory?
You cannot harm the one who knows
Cannot take away that which has been given

Below the skin and bone
Clothing and status
I know what I am.
I am less than a fraction of the bigger picture.

(I dunno how to end it lol)

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Behold, the Beauty of It All

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Behold, the Beauty of It All (A Collection)

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Behold, the Beauty of It All - Collectors Edition

limber jungle
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Title: The Witness 🪷

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I sit and wait for my love.
A love which never came.
A love that breathes only in imagination
A glass of wine poured for two and one’s left empty
A table set, I’m seated there, and yet I sit alone.

Mon amour, where shall I look for you?
Mon amour, where have you gone?

For you were the blue in my cloudless sky
The dandelions in my garden
The sun that warmed the earth in the coldness of death
And I found myself in a broken place

With no one and with nothing to take your place
Behold, the beauty of it all..

limpid driftBOT
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limber jungle
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Like Olive Oil mixed with water
Should man separate lies from truth
A boiling point of many waters
Many waters look towards ways in which man can do this

Leaves that collect rain water
The smell of wet grass
Open your eyes and see
Beyond the vast pursuit of human thought
We were inspired by our Intellectual poverty
We see bodies of men climbing each other to reach the light
The only way that which the man on top could bring himself to touch the finger of God

Like Olive Oil mixed with water
Should man separate lies from truth
Open your eyes and see

limber jungle
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Arise.

The night has passed and the mourning is over.
The sun has come out into the sky, to share this day with you.

No longer will you see death.
Or push open the door for reasonings of living

For your crops are plentiful
And your children are healthy
And the days of dark will cease to harm you

Look at the clouds, see how free they are.
This day you will be like the clouds.
Look at the sky, for you will be like the blue in the sky.

The blue that just — is, without rust or spoil.
So when the days draw nigh
Then the sun decends down another time

Look forward for life
For cycle of life continues.
Arise and Behold the beauty of it all.

vernal cloak
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😋

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Delicious

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Hahahaha

limber jungle
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Title: Vampire

I bite my nails until my fingers bleed
I paint the town red with the tip of my finger
Crimson, bright, in the darkness of night

I sleep for many hours
Yes, many days I sleep
Broken pieces in the pouring rain
The cries of wailing thunders

Oh Marcus,
Don't you see the pouring rain?

Oh Delilah,
Can't you see the crimson pass away?

I bite my nails until my fingers bleed.
And there you are - mocking me.
You spit out poison apples
And collect the souls of the dead in your mockery

You.
make.
me.
sick.

The sound of your voice makes my stomach turn.
Your presence is like the smell of death
You give the devil a run for his money, by the way you watch me burn.

So, Oh yes.
Yes — I bite my nails until my fingers bleed.
And they bleed because of you.

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limber jungle
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If you have the time, I'd want to hear your opinion on the one titled vampire

limpid driftBOT
limber jungle
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@bitter glen

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Here ya go broski, the one named vampire tell me what ya think

bitter glen
limber jungle
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Really? How do you rate it?

bitter glen
bitter glen
limber jungle
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I appreciate it! Thank you? Anything you suggest I add or take away?

bitter glen
limber jungle
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I see. Okay! I'll see what I can do. Thanks for your input!

bitter glen
limber jungle
limber jungle
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My voice is hoarse
And my song is quiet
And there is nothing new under the sun

There is nothing worth seeking
For could be be worth wasting your time?
Spending your days, chasing things
Busying yourself with tasteless tasks until you drop dead

Until the flesh on your body rots off your bones
Until the treasures you kept are spent and gone
Until the mark you left in this world is washed away forever.

And here you are.
Chasing things.

So keep running.
Run until you trip on yourself
And realize that you have been running for nothing.

limber jungle
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A provision, delight, a glorious morning
A step forward in the right direction
Like a breathe of fresh air
Like a moving light

Open your hearts to release
What has been on your minds
What has been weighing on your shoulders

Like a pattern, a painting, an art piece
Like music that you can see
Like lyrics that you can memorize

Just imagine

To be heard with needing to scream.
To be understood without having to explain
To be seen, without having to show yourself

A thought made real

Yes, a step,
forward in the right direction

limber jungle
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Talking to therapist who tuned out my words

Strips on my back, warm blood on my skin
Wearing a crown of thorns in exchange for a crown of life
I might not ever recieve

Why does death call my name?
To be wanted, hated, seen, unseen.
Broken, put together, scattered among the minds of men.
Seeping through the cracks of a cosmic being

They tell me Ive been set free, but I feel cursed.
My struggles threaten to follow me to my grave as it has my life
And Id give anything to turn my emotions off.
To wear my skin like a suit, like a husk.
So I may operate through life without pain

So Ill close my eyes and wait for the sun to rise in the morning
Wet my socks, tilt my eyes towards an orange day
Id press myself in with the weight of life, and push a beautiful soul out my body
A tale so close and so far away

And to think at one point I wanted to be seen, be valued
But now all I want is to be forgotten
As we all will be.
As everyone has been before us.

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Title: Jobs Dead Wife

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limber jungle
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Here's a piece of advice
Don't listen to unsolicited advice.
When I'm in a room filled with people,
And I'm judged, my mind tends to turn against itself.
When Im in a room by myself alone with my thoughts, my mind tends to turn against itself.
Which voice is the voice of God or the voice of the devil?
Dancing to music that only I can hear

Who wants to see me dance?
Who wants to hear me cry?
Nobody deserves the burden of tasting my tears in their mouth.
Its a shame, and I watch it take root in my life like a cavity.
Cuts on my skin — wounds that reflect my mind rather than my body

There -- I gave my misery a name.
Too often am I cold, and without warmth
So I call over the shadow man to dance with me
To dance to music only I can hear
Because when I draw my last breath, I'll dance the night away

But until then, here am I, and there you are.
As far as the East is from the West
So far, are the issues on my doorstep
For as the heavens are high above the earth,
So high, are the battles I've conqoured

What use is it all?
Because I remember that I am like dust, and my days are soon to be forgotten.
Abounding in vanity.
Strife — in stories lost in time.
On the day, where the air leaves my body

And the time I have on this earth expires..
I will think of you.
When my flesh rots from off my bones.
I will think of you.
When the world forgets my name, my story, my face.
I will think of you.

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Title: Man On Fire

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Title: The Cure

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In the barren land, I am the raven to the eyes of the wicked

A conduit of destruction for the many eyes that follow my every move.

I count the days and nights I couldn’t sleep.

The cuts to my skin, the blood to my bone, the spit to my eye

To gather stones together, to send them apart

To cast down a stone and turn it into bread.

My heart — pierced by three knives so I pull them out, and turn them upside down.

I pour the blood into the earth, to see how well I bleed

Cuts to my skin, blood to my bone, spit to my eye

Follow me,

Step deeper into the land, watch men — fall from heaven — like lightning.

Throw yourself down and have the angels catch your fall.

Held by the same gravity that binds them.

That made them jump in the first place.

Into the abyss!

Speak — into the night!

From ashes the strong is born.

As moon shines on what used to be

And takes the place of where the sun once was

Knives in my back, knives in my heart.

Cuts on to my skin, blood to my bone,

To be torn apart by dogs

Cuts on to my skin, blood to my bone,

A pool of blood beneath me

Cuts to my skin, blood to my bone,

Snakes swirl within my stomach

Pour the blood into the earth

so you can watch how well I bleed

limber jungle
limber jungle
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@muted scarab

Read the one all the way at the top. I'll read wtv you send me

muted scarab
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This is sick asf

muted scarab