theodore - Hello Poetry

The reparations will not be demonstrated...nor will they be broadcasted...televised ... Change ...? Would you give it even if a hungry beggar asked... At your nearest intersection where your time can't be intersected as you're in a grave rush to get nowhere slowly... ...surely you look past his soiled skin...don't dare call him filthy...discusting because karma bent is a soul forever broken... ...be the reparation that repeatedly inspires change

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Apr 1, 2014

Apr 1, 2014 at 1:23 PM UTC

Spare change

The reparations will not be demonstrated...nor will they be broadcasted...televised ... Change ...? Would you give it even if a hungry beggar asked... At your nearest intersection where your time can't be intersected as you're in a grave rush to get nowhere slowly... ...surely you look past his soiled skin...don't dare call him filthy...discusting because karma bent is a soul forever broken... ...be the reparation that repeatedly inspires change

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How could one try mend or bend truth or time ...everlasting... Surreal say eye even though truth can't of shan't be seen with see with not through the untrained or untamed eye Prior to the existence of mine flactuating heartbeat silence spoke in a sincere tone... Ever gentle ...kind and considerate The noise of thought that sought to sort things out as they pan out ... Now what was once spoken in silence was said aloud...I spoke ...and said not a word

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Apr 1, 2014

Apr 1, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC

Nothing of A word

How could one try mend or bend truth or time ...everlasting... Surreal say eye even though truth can't of shan't be seen with see with not through the untrained or untamed eye Prior to the existence of mine flactuating heartbeat silence spoke in a sincere tone... Ever gentle ...kind and considerate The noise of thought that sought to sort things out as they pan out ... Now what was once spoken in silence was said aloud...I spoke ...and said not a word

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I found the fondest memories whilst fiddling with a pencil... Trying to morph mere doodles into art...a part or a-part of art... Pain in bold outlines ...happiness in curved lines...they crossed and started to seem that like eyes...not mine though...they had curled eye lashes and a non-raised mole beside one eye.. Awfully familiar ...I've met them before...downward stroke with wrist turning downward if not more to the right...I see a cheek I used to kiss that came with a request to kiss it...whilst embarrassed yet delighted in the honor... I recall being a lot shorter and looking up to these talking skyscrapers around me that pick me up every chance they get...how could I forget... These pencil scrubs fade into what seems lips that used to kiss me and tell me that I'm a good boy and that I'll grow taller...wiser and amount to something greater...these lips were the opening to a voice I heard every morning telling me that the day has began and "don't lose your tie at school again" This page that now bares a tear or to as I'm torn by the taunting agony from the joy that once was... These lines ...faded with some parts of the page slightly folded...shaded in some parts...bold outlines...steady hand...Be my love... My mother

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Apr 24, 2013

Apr 24, 2013 at 1:47 AM UTC

A memory

I found the fondest memories whilst fiddling with a pencil... Trying to morph mere doodles into art...a part or a-part of art... Pain in bold outlines ...happiness in curved lines...they crossed and started to seem that like eyes...not mine though...they had curled eye lashes and a non-raised mole beside one eye.. Awfully familiar ...I've met them before...downward stroke with wrist turning downward if not more to the right...I see a cheek I used to kiss that came with a request to kiss it...whilst embarrassed yet delighted in the honor... I recall being a lot shorter and looking up to these talking skyscrapers around me that pick me up every chance they get...how could I forget... These pencil scrubs fade into what seems lips that used to kiss me and tell me that I'm a good boy and that I'll grow taller...wiser and amount to something greater...these lips were the opening to a voice I heard every morning telling me that the day has began and "don't lose your tie at school again" This page that now bares a tear or to as I'm torn by the taunting agony from the joy that once was... These lines ...faded with some parts of the page slightly folded...shaded in some parts...bold outlines...steady hand...Be my love... My mother

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If supposed possibilities impose impositions that transition into probabilities that break boundaries of inequities ...would you stand moved... If life's low blows could be diluted through finely crafted bitter yet mentally delectable drinks ...would that flood our minds drowning us instead of our worries... If the oh-so rhythmically bewitching drum based tunes we gyrate to dancing in entrancement...oh the escape...enchantment Would we loose footing playing "footsy" around the truth of how we got there and find ourselves lost when the music stops...?

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Apr 24, 2013

Apr 24, 2013 at 1:40 AM UTC

Pending notion

If supposed possibilities impose impositions that transition into probabilities that break boundaries of inequities ...would you stand moved... If life's low blows could be diluted through finely crafted bitter yet mentally delectable drinks ...would that flood our minds drowning us instead of our worries... If the oh-so rhythmically bewitching drum based tunes we gyrate to dancing in entrancement...oh the escape...enchantment Would we loose footing playing "footsy" around the truth of how we got there and find ourselves lost when the music stops...?

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I love how do that voodoo that you do that's got me thinking of nobody but you... If this sincere feeling my heart feels be a dream, dare i not wake from it ...I say...to the earth beneath me "pardon me while I kiss the sky" you got me feeling flight is my born right ...you got me feeling like walking on earth is overrated ...daughter of a new born sun... Oh let your beauty reign...smitten be less of a word...enchanting beautybe fit for mine tongue's speech...

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Mar 24, 2013

Mar 24, 2013 at 1:40 AM UTC

That voodoo

I love how do that voodoo that you do that's got me thinking of nobody but you... If this sincere feeling my heart feels be a dream, dare i not wake from it ...I say...to the earth beneath me "pardon me while I kiss the sky" you got me feeling flight is my born right ...you got me feeling like walking on earth is overrated ...daughter of a new born sun... Oh let your beauty reign...smitten be less of a word...enchanting beautybe fit for mine tongue's speech...

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If supposed possibilities impose impositions that transition into probabilities that break boundaries of inequities ...would you stand moved... If life's low blows could be diluted through finely crafted bitter yet mentally delectable drinks ...would that flood our minds drowning us instead of our worries... If the oh-so rhythmically bewitching drum based and synthesized tunes we gyrate to ,dancing in entrancement...the escape being oh-so pleasurable...enchanting the the torn heart(soul) Would we loose footing playing "footsy" around the truth of how we got there and find ourselves lost... when the music stops.

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Mar 23, 2013

Mar 23, 2013 at 2:29 AM UTC

I suppose

If supposed possibilities impose impositions that transition into probabilities that break boundaries of inequities ...would you stand moved... If life's low blows could be diluted through finely crafted bitter yet mentally delectable drinks ...would that flood our minds drowning us instead of our worries... If the oh-so rhythmically bewitching drum based and synthesized tunes we gyrate to ,dancing in entrancement...the escape being oh-so pleasurable...enchanting the the torn heart(soul) Would we loose footing playing "footsy" around the truth of how we got there and find ourselves lost... when the music stops.

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Ebony... Coco... Sun-kissed... A gentle tone of brown that left in in the blue... Feeling sneaked in... Creeped in beneath my unsuspecting skin... Every color seemed brighter...bolder... Chance or be it fate...? endorphins combined fused with electrostatics of the mind... Or a new tune to a previously non rhythmic heart... At glance the eyes drew the stars nearer... For no insensible reason the skyline of semi light houses bare song...a rather smooooth velvety song...like silk through every note... I say and "quote"... "Leave nothing to chance for that might be fate at first glance"... Tales long told foretold magic fading with post modern belief... No fib or tomfoolery... This at best be...the unmentioned I dare not use the word in-vain Best it remain unwritten

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Mar 23, 2013

Mar 23, 2013 at 2:17 AM UTC

The Unmentioned

Ebony... Coco... Sun-kissed... A gentle tone of brown that left in in the blue... Feeling sneaked in... Creeped in beneath my unsuspecting skin... Every color seemed brighter...bolder... Chance or be it fate...? endorphins combined fused with electrostatics of the mind... Or a new tune to a previously non rhythmic heart... At glance the eyes drew the stars nearer... For no insensible reason the skyline of semi light houses bare song...a rather smooooth velvety song...like silk through every note... I say and "quote"... "Leave nothing to chance for that might be fate at first glance"... Tales long told foretold magic fading with post modern belief... No fib or tomfoolery... This at best be...the unmentioned I dare not use the word in-vain Best it remain unwritten

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Fear is inevitable yet love is undying...the heart wants what it wants...you loved and got burnt lived and loved ...lost a part of what was yet met a piece of what is...you met love through a stranger yet found yourself in a sum of great fear...you grasped at chance ...to take a step...then lost your foot as fear crippled you and too you of motion...the giant leap you long to take...love would love to meet you again...to grasp at a chance to take yet another glance at the beauty you be...I'd love you to meet me Take a giant leap into mine arms ... Walk with me

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Feb 2, 2013

Feb 2, 2013 at 10:09 AM UTC

The next step from the last leap

Fear is inevitable yet love is undying...the heart wants what it wants...you loved and got burnt lived and loved ...lost a part of what was yet met a piece of what is...you met love through a stranger yet found yourself in a sum of great fear...you grasped at chance ...to take a step...then lost your foot as fear crippled you and too you of motion...the giant leap you long to take...love would love to meet you again...to grasp at a chance to take yet another glance at the beauty you be...I'd love you to meet me Take a giant leap into mine arms ... Walk with me

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Lips lost for words yet them being on your lips is the completion of a sentence that imprisons my mind to the thought of human flight being a vast possibility...eyes lost in wonder...finding myself overwhelmed with feeling...an undying moment thorough touch and feeling...oh pleasure of it all...

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Dec 21, 2012

Dec 21, 2012 at 1:21 AM UTC

Lips...

Lips lost for words yet them being on your lips is the completion of a sentence that imprisons my mind to the thought of human flight being a vast possibility...eyes lost in wonder...finding myself overwhelmed with feeling...an undying moment thorough touch and feeling...oh pleasure of it all...

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...fl0wers thr0w their petals at her feet f0r she be w0rth the seas0nal bl0om,her radiance be eternal that like a new born sun...a new light that burns bright...bless the eye that lays eyes 0n her...a true blessing t0 the gift 0f sight....beauty be thy name All in the persuit to make your heart grow fonder of me...

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Dec 21, 2012

Dec 21, 2012 at 12:08 AM UTC

Beauty of she

...fl0wers thr0w their petals at her feet f0r she be w0rth the seas0nal bl0om,her radiance be eternal that like a new born sun...a new light that burns bright...bless the eye that lays eyes 0n her...a true blessing t0 the gift 0f sight....beauty be thy name All in the persuit to make your heart grow fonder of me...

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