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God And Only God.
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Fantasies Of Living.
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When a Christian Dances.
I laugh
at the so-called
chief of the world
for
i have learnt that
God rewards
me by time,
through the growth of the seeds of my effort
Satan,
the so-called chief of the world
Go away now.
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Somewhere In Drummond.
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Little Windows in October.
Its the 17th of october
and from today
on to
the end of worlds,
i want feelings,
to be the only language
i speak.
Nothing less,
nothing much.
Image by Лечение наркомании from Pixabay
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The Man, The Battle, and The Wholeness of God.
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Lovesick at work.
You were a part of me,
but rarely
did i feel the instinct
that I
for one,
was a part of you.
But
It was,
as they say-
Love,
between us.
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Life ain’t God, God is God.
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A Miscalculation
I stumbled
trying to love you,
forgive me.
I could not love you
as you
wished and dreamt.
I came short of
your kind of
love.
oImage by Małgorzata Tomczak from Pixabay
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The unbearable weight of Sin.
I really don't think
I will need a preacher man
to pray for me
in that casket,
for man,
if I never did plead
to God for
myself'
if I never showed up as
an upholder of a one, Him,
if I roller-coasted in my
trespasses through the days
and
nights
of my existence.
No amount of preacher man's
prayer will
make the most high
reconsider
my fate after
here.
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Man For Sale.
In the end
you must
be
consumed by
these people
or else
you are not
of
use.
Image by Michal Jarmoluk from Pixabay
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The famous Mask of Humanity.
On the world stage,
we can't
assemble and
mistake
or else
we shall be detested
and vomited
and distanced
but,
they say mistakes
are the most crucial part of
lessons.
Image by Claudio Bianchi from Pixabay
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A boy who once knew God.
And I wait
on to my God
to give
or to live.
What much can I make of a twist
except
to the doors of hell ?
And I wait
on to my God
to give
and by his capacity
He will,
that, I hope.
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If you ever drink a Stella Artois or a Stella Rosa.
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Tolstoy and Love.
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The end of a man is a revolver.
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The Boy who Cried Blood.
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'Cross Bronx Expressway
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Like a child who never grew.
Run like
the blind,
dance like the deaf.
Believe
like a juvenile,
and like terror,
bombard
and explode
where
need be.
Image by Yuliya Harbachova from Pixabay
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Shed. A safe space to rant and vent freely.
Shed.
Shed is a manual email and Whatsapp system that’s free-no subscriptions, no spam, no ads. Just a simple chat space for those feeling low and uncertain.
It has three paths, each inspired by my own life experiences:
Deep Talk
Sometimes, I just crave a chat where I can sit down and laugh at the unfairness of life, talk about anything, or rant about failures and stuff. But there was no one to run to. That’s how Deep Talk was born-a space for when you need that kind of conversation. It's just one email away, and it’s human.Assurance
In this struggle of life, there were times I made decisions and just wanted one person to tell me, “You did the right thing.” But that person was nowhere to be found.
I remember breaking up with my toxic girlfriend and running to my best friend, hoping for some support. Instead, he hit me with, “You’ve lost a beautiful girl. Who will love you besides her?” It hurt even more and made me question my decision, even though, looking back, it was the best choice I ever made.
Assurance is for moments like that-even if you messed up, we can laugh it off, craft an apology, and then admit, “Shit, they deserved it!” Hahaha.Assessment
Now, this one’s a bit technical, even though I didn’t want it to be.
I realized that every time someone asked me a question, trying to answer it made me see parts of my life more clearly.
Like when someone asks, “What’s your favorite film?” and I think Stalker or The Turin Horse, it takes me back to why I love those films-and sometimes, it’s hard to decide which is which.
So, Assessment is like a wannabe therapy-but let me be clear, it’s not therapy.
I ask questions, and as you answer them, you might start to piece together little segments of yourself. The questions are just a way for you to realize more about who you are.
All of this is free-no subscriptions, no spam, no endless ads.
It’s just something I’ve wanted to start for a long time, and well-boom-I’ve started it.
How it works:
Send a simple hi to rantandreleasespace@gmail.com.
Choose which of the three paths you want.
Send a hi to that path’s email.
Just keep in mind, replies might delay a bit, but they’ll definitely come. No strings attached.
Thank you for being here.
-Amon Ananias. Shed by Lifepath
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Shed-Terms and conditions.
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A one Frane Selak.
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Moscow is drunk.
CONVERSATION
Life is a slot machine.
The bet is not to be won
but rather to be lived.
thats the gamble of life.
Image by Igor Ovsyannykov from Pixabay
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A thought.
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Pink was her favorite color.
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When man is capable of loving.
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The Dared Truth.
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The heavenly laugh.
And they blamed God
for the atrocities
they inflicted on themselves,
human to human.
They asked
why He looked on
as they dismantled each other.
They couldn't even
use right
the thing they bragged about:
free will.
"God, intervene" -
their excuses are
their acceptances
that they can't be
without You.
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The Self and The Dream In Chicago.
I have to realize,
that anything I do now
amounts to something greater.
A good sleep,
an understanding
that I am human, after all,
a walk through quiet forests.
These things
are of great help to me,
even when they earn me
none of the dimes
often needed
to pull myself out
of this abyss.
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Flower Garden.
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Whispers of a little girl.
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People Will Never Look like Flowers.
Death is all I wanna
test now
i have had a glimpse
at everything
possible.
Death can you find
me please?
Image by Dominik Hatttenberger from Pixabay
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GOD.
God or No God ?
No God.
Well, No GOD !
no Existence
no Love
no Science
no Atheism
no Self
no Facebook
...so well then,
GOD.
Image by Muhittin KARABULUT from Pixabay
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