r-guildenstern - Hello Poetry

I looked at a list felt close like a cyst I didn't know the names, But the feeling the same So far ,but close,very close Understand is for goats, and the following notes which he read I think said, is no matter, the faces and names all the same Children of Kain were not able, the disable, the design I came to the list just to hide ? the young girls always die Dyed, the curb or the road, the front of the truck he was bold Everyone didn't know, but for dresses he was told, those boys shouldn't come home. Such distress, what a mess At the end were connected my friend, in those eyes, no surprise. But surprised at the noose that she made for a girl so afraid, put it all in your mouth oh yes that's how its done, shot gun shells in the sun So why do i cry, deep inside. its all out the sorrow, the sadness, the crazy, the madness the meaning of words, could never expose, the cement that they chose, over next what came next? Nothing my dear ,its all nothing from here its all nothing, and nothing , Its nothing to fear, as the moment drew near only the car, no body, no smear See the woods, peaceful woods the horizon, then nothing. The Finish.

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May 18, 2020

May 18, 2020 at 11:06 PM UTC

The start

I looked at a list felt close like a cyst I didn't know the names, But the feeling the same So far ,but close,very close Understand is for goats, and the following notes which he read I think said, is no matter, the faces and names all the same Children of Kain were not able, the disable, the design I came to the list just to hide ? the young girls always die Dyed, the curb or the road, the front of the truck he was bold Everyone didn't know, but for dresses he was told, those boys shouldn't come home. Such distress, what a mess At the end were connected my friend, in those eyes, no surprise. But surprised at the noose that she made for a girl so afraid, put it all in your mouth oh yes that's how its done, shot gun shells in the sun So why do i cry, deep inside. its all out the sorrow, the sadness, the crazy, the madness the meaning of words, could never expose, the cement that they chose, over next what came next? Nothing my dear ,its all nothing from here its all nothing, and nothing , Its nothing to fear, as the moment drew near only the car, no body, no smear See the woods, peaceful woods the horizon, then nothing. The Finish.

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Are you hear for something searching Something hidden in tall grass Down the path from left Bermuda Just keep left until the pass Are you searching for the rabbit hole Searching in the the mud Walk until you see the eagles and the badgers looking smug Come until you smell the dew from the east but in the west Traveled by the winds of Venus the other side is just a gasp Still standing not yet moving most can’t reach it without help. As I said just travel left although the road shall pull you right But the road is just a lantern with no oil for the bright Come and see and you shall find just down the steps into my mind Yet the entrance is not far if you’ve come in search of searching Some will leave before they find Down the path of grass and roses stinging thorns they have not chosen Yet left is right in search of bright The wolves have spoken with the birds The gentle whispers The wind of words Is it you who search the path The rabbit hole you’ve come atlas

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Jun 17, 2019

Jun 17, 2019 at 1:46 PM UTC

Have you not come to expect different things ?

Are you hear for something searching Something hidden in tall grass Down the path from left Bermuda Just keep left until the pass Are you searching for the rabbit hole Searching in the the mud Walk until you see the eagles and the badgers looking smug Come until you smell the dew from the east but in the west Traveled by the winds of Venus the other side is just a gasp Still standing not yet moving most can’t reach it without help. As I said just travel left although the road shall pull you right But the road is just a lantern with no oil for the bright Come and see and you shall find just down the steps into my mind Yet the entrance is not far if you’ve come in search of searching Some will leave before they find Down the path of grass and roses stinging thorns they have not chosen Yet left is right in search of bright The wolves have spoken with the birds The gentle whispers The wind of words Is it you who search the path The rabbit hole you’ve come atlas

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I bought me a horse and the stable came too as well did the water, the waiting the blue I ride him now always before not as much but then was hobby and now is a crutch I think of him always he follows me close and others will comment and stay for a **** its only the one time but that time is forever cause you don't ever stop this is life, this is ever what was before is before, this is now you would kneel to no master but for Henry you bow

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Feb 14, 2019

Feb 14, 2019 at 5:43 PM UTC

my pet horse

I bought me a horse and the stable came too as well did the water, the waiting the blue I ride him now always before not as much but then was hobby and now is a crutch I think of him always he follows me close and others will comment and stay for a **** its only the one time but that time is forever cause you don't ever stop this is life, this is ever what was before is before, this is now you would kneel to no master but for Henry you bow

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Just a man in a box Around him the rocks Below him the mud and ontop is a fox He can push it right threw End up in the dew drowns by the day but by night only pray Well then Spare me your ax Bring the nails and planks brining women in tow A precession we go Today is the day that un righteous blood flow No matter the spatter of tears. Bring the ladder Lay the planks in the order. From tallest to shorter And their you can nail the man to the corners No cross for this cause. Only pain and sharp saws. Every plank shall be cut. By the seam and then tossed If you were so kind cut the seam by the spine where the heart it still beats. Across the chest not the feet Pleaded the mother of Crete Make it quick So the pieaces are fresh for the tomb In the lime God can find even men who were sown. This business of death what a horrible stench Cut the boy up so that I can repent

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Feb 1, 2019

Feb 1, 2019 at 7:52 AM UTC

Those olden days

Just a man in a box Around him the rocks Below him the mud and ontop is a fox He can push it right threw End up in the dew drowns by the day but by night only pray Well then Spare me your ax Bring the nails and planks brining women in tow A precession we go Today is the day that un righteous blood flow No matter the spatter of tears. Bring the ladder Lay the planks in the order. From tallest to shorter And their you can nail the man to the corners No cross for this cause. Only pain and sharp saws. Every plank shall be cut. By the seam and then tossed If you were so kind cut the seam by the spine where the heart it still beats. Across the chest not the feet Pleaded the mother of Crete Make it quick So the pieaces are fresh for the tomb In the lime God can find even men who were sown. This business of death what a horrible stench Cut the boy up so that I can repent

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We ask God for s Sign, if we receive something we don't like we call it bad luck.

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Jan 5, 2019

Jan 5, 2019 at 9:22 PM UTC

The reality of it

We ask God for s Sign, if we receive something we don't like we call it bad luck.

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When it rains it pours And when it pours it floods And when it floods theirs death, sliding with the Muds And after death is sadness And after sadness sorrow Light a lonely candle as to have some light tomorrow Sadness is not followed ,nothing grows in such a soil You may have a happy feeling but the promises are hollow And all that's left the ****** as she lay the heroe rest For his lips forever aching as the fire filled his chest

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Feb 28, 2015

Feb 28, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC

Rain catcher

When it rains it pours And when it pours it floods And when it floods theirs death, sliding with the Muds And after death is sadness And after sadness sorrow Light a lonely candle as to have some light tomorrow Sadness is not followed ,nothing grows in such a soil You may have a happy feeling but the promises are hollow And all that's left the ****** as she lay the heroe rest For his lips forever aching as the fire filled his chest

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Come to me my summer breeze and ease my gentle passing The rains have fallen hard like thunder bolts must have been lacking Leave not yet another breath another pill not taken yet Ive met the men in smoke and all they speak is of the raking A blinding light A shepperds night And all thats left is linger For i may be a million trillion things but i am none tonight And now i close my eyes and whos to say that we are stars to stars and sky to sky I hear no lies for all is all but many And each reality is made to pass by those in willing So shut your eyes my dear sunrise and die into the darkness Cause all that shines is ending like a world without beging

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Jul 28, 2014

Jul 28, 2014 at 5:44 AM UTC

stutter

Come to me my summer breeze and ease my gentle passing The rains have fallen hard like thunder bolts must have been lacking Leave not yet another breath another pill not taken yet Ive met the men in smoke and all they speak is of the raking A blinding light A shepperds night And all thats left is linger For i may be a million trillion things but i am none tonight And now i close my eyes and whos to say that we are stars to stars and sky to sky I hear no lies for all is all but many And each reality is made to pass by those in willing So shut your eyes my dear sunrise and die into the darkness Cause all that shines is ending like a world without beging

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i have travelled so very far and i am still so very high it seems the substance has successfully put me into the sky i was once a bunny too but now the time has grown my hare used to laugh at all the people now the people stop and stare come seeth blessed child the first air of Israel Yet the second born of ashes from the depth of firey hell Harp the angels in golushes demons dressed up for the ball what a fancy sight to see is all of you who hear the call battlements at the ready,the flute of mighty war,tis the sound of mother nature when both Gods are off to war oh but i am but a soldier, oh but i am but a boulder upon the shoulders of a giant i shall travel into colder

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Jul 19, 2014

Jul 19, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC

tonic enjoyment

i have travelled so very far and i am still so very high it seems the substance has successfully put me into the sky i was once a bunny too but now the time has grown my hare used to laugh at all the people now the people stop and stare come seeth blessed child the first air of Israel Yet the second born of ashes from the depth of firey hell Harp the angels in golushes demons dressed up for the ball what a fancy sight to see is all of you who hear the call battlements at the ready,the flute of mighty war,tis the sound of mother nature when both Gods are off to war oh but i am but a soldier, oh but i am but a boulder upon the shoulders of a giant i shall travel into colder

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How potent the poison is passion A War in good fashion The fog in the fields crash like waves that are massive A passive polite the old man with the pipe but stills draws out his knife in the evening gun fight then explodes into flowers and casket The light is too bright just to bask in And tonight may be right for the captain But i my dear friends are not fit for ammends i am neither the start or the finish All must once end like the rope and the pen and the pipe i just finished beginning

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Jul 15, 2014

Jul 15, 2014 at 4:47 AM UTC

stationed across the way

How potent the poison is passion A War in good fashion The fog in the fields crash like waves that are massive A passive polite the old man with the pipe but stills draws out his knife in the evening gun fight then explodes into flowers and casket The light is too bright just to bask in And tonight may be right for the captain But i my dear friends are not fit for ammends i am neither the start or the finish All must once end like the rope and the pen and the pipe i just finished beginning

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Come ever more Every ferret and ***** Every devilshly demon that luck does adore With the mist in the midst and the wind like a fist There no blood in my wrist so alas i must sit And be patient Oranment All these rooms and non vacant So man

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Jun 27, 2014

Jun 27, 2014 at 8:07 AM UTC

Untitled

Come ever more Every ferret and ***** Every devilshly demon that luck does adore With the mist in the midst and the wind like a fist There no blood in my wrist so alas i must sit And be patient Oranment All these rooms and non vacant So man

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