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I Decapitated My Thoughts

Poetic T Aug 2016

I Decapitated My Thoughts

I once decapitated my
thoughts as I watched
the syllables each roll

The words were bleeding
seemingly fast, then but
a drizzle on white cloth.

My insistent meanings
dried on synthetic weavings
and each was read in time.

I was once not of the body
singular apart from each
feelings but all are joined.

I am apart of two meanings,
that even though isolated are
a merging of both now one.

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I Deleted Your File

Poetic T Jul 2020

I Deleted Your File

You were,
               we are

A memory.

       Now in the recycle bin

and I just emptied all..

We'll always have.....

                   Who were you again..

#love #anger #loss #past #moveon

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[ideologies]

Poetic T Oct 2015

[ideologies]

ideologies
deliberations remain
an apple hangs high

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I Descend Without Our Grasp

Poetic T Mar 2018

I Descend Without Our Grasp

I'll never be solid with the fluidic
relationship of our evaporation.

I lapse towards you never wanting
to be without a touch, but I fall.

Why cant a embrace you without letting
you go, before we graze momentarily.

But in our sorrow a gleam of light shimmers,
and I linger between fluidic and rainbows.

I just want to fall towards you, but this is
a silent gaze never reaching you whole

#love #falling #evaporate #fluidic

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I`d Halt The Sunset

Poetic T Feb 2020

I`d Halt The Sunset

The best sight at a sunset is you,
     I'll never let the sun drop below us.

I'll hold up the day just to see you.
      Because observing your beauty is
the rising and falling of my life.

Your on the first rays of daylight
                    and I'd  never let it set on

you & me...

#love #us #complete #you #me #set #sunrise

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I`d Held It For Too Long

Poetic T May 2017

I`d Held It For Too Long

Lying at my feet the outstretched remains of where I was,
silhouettes fragmented beyond their holding.
Naïve in the realization that this could have been
retained any longer than this.

I kept it within this vase, never watering it hoping
it would wither, but somethings don't die.
Petals would dwindle and stagnate where they
had collected in the shallow corners of dejection.

Jagged portraits painted on the ground were fading
to nothingness. As I walked away that vase of
depleted meanings, of fading desolation now were
singular from me.
I was never holding it again, I'm now free.

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I Died Inside But Was Reborn

Poetic T Nov 2015

I Died Inside But Was Reborn

I died in the womb of despair, the umbilical
cord of desperation suffocated me.

I was floating motionless in afterimages
Of what took me to this place.

My thoughts were stillborn in the aftermath
Of what I had tried what I failed to do.

As I came in to the world of clear minded reflection
I breathed where there was none.

I was neither here or their but now I breath, from
Still motion I inhale life once again.

#depression #death #rebirth #brevity

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I Die In Every Passing Moment

Poetic T Mar 2020

I Die In Every Passing Moment

I departed
with every occasion passing.

But I lived for the moments

yet to come.

#life #reality #past #present #future #death #begining

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Idiots And Matches

Poetic T Oct 2019

Idiots And Matches

Idiots shouldn't play
with matches
cos they washed in petrol...

But I'm no idiot,
but I'll still throw a match

in the room and watch the idiots burn.

#idiots #matches #burn #play

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Idiots Are Like Coffee

Poetic T Feb 2018

Idiots Are Like Coffee

Idiots are like coffee,
they seem ok.

But then,
beneath the surface
their rank, and too weak.

#idiots #coffee #weak #surface

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Idle Hands

Poetic T May 2014

Idle Hands

My left fights with
the right, as my hands
are idle, as I sleep they
have finger wars, I wake
up with a dead thumb
as the other is on top
locked on the other.

Pins and needles, my hands
spasm and slaps the other. What
is up with my hands, I try to
clap but they never connect
with each other.

I sleep at night, I wake up to
find one tied to the bed, scratches
on the other, my hands have a
mind of there own and I must
keep them busy so no arguing
with each other.

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Idleness Is Mans Fall

Poetic T Oct 2015

Idleness Is Mans Fall

Life birthed lucid, keep stagnant leaving
Snail entrails in blank realities. Lying ever
Still, never shifting within a desired time.

Encased in idle perceiving's they deplete
Any meaning in gestured stillness.
Unthinking slumber, willing deaths timely play.

Weaving entrails of inactivity, even shade
Bleeds stillness painted in frigid frames.

Sloth and how laziness and the desire to unrelentingly do as little as possible, the entails an snail are ancient text to the animal sloth tales after which is the snail.

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I Don't know you

Poetic T Aug 2019

I Don't know you

Silene was your betrayal,

And every tear screamed

At you.

I didn't know you anymore.

#selfish #breakup #silence

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I Dont Want to Build a Snowman

Poetic T Mar 2014

I Dont Want to Build a Snowman

I don't want to build a
snowman, its to cold outside
to walk run or even play,
I don't want to get frost bite on
my fingers, will you just go away.

Billy will you stop knocking on
my door, would you just go away.
Its minus two outside its so windy
my bit froze and fell off, now go a ******
way.

Billy would you get lost, will you
go away, would you not go on about
this ****** snow man, go and make a
hole pleasure your self and end up
with frost bite on your part and I will
laugh all day.

I don't want to build anything I don't
wish to play, your a ****** idiot I'm
getting a restraining order I wish this
****** snow would go away...

Inspired by the brain draining FROZEN which I have to listen to everyday in the car AAAAAAhhhhhhhh............

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I Drowned Within You..

Poetic T Feb 2019

I Drowned Within You..

I couldn't venture upon the words that
flowed from your voice...
                  dancing on every pebble.

But sometimes we miss-stepped,

                       getting sullen in the
waters that we found ourselves,

                   delving in deeper than
                                            we wanted.

You & I where,
                  me and you where that
                                                  moment.

Drowning within the pools of our eyes..

          We held on to another,
                  suffocating in
the love of each others vision.

And I drowned deeply within you..
                    knowing that Id be free on
                           the other side of your gazing eyes..

#eyes #pools #moment #reflection #suffocating

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I.E.D

Poetic T Mar 2014

I.E.D

I envy it, as it will
not grant me that which
I wish, to set me free from
the pain but it just lets
me be.

I want to be released but
I am a prisoner of pain,
suffering and disbelief.
I want to walk in to the
light to shed my mortal
coil.

I envy death, as it is some
thing I cant be granted, I
must suffer until that day my
body gives in as the pain
is to much, till then I am
locked in this cell called
a body waiting for my release

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I Ejaculated Over Your Thoughts

Poetic T Sep 2016

I ******* Over Your Thoughts

I ******* over your thoughts as
they were ****** to my senses.

Every time you touched it with your
finger, I felt my nib leak onto the white.

You were so wet that I smeared it, the
words were so damp yet fresh.

I ******* over your thoughts and
I was satisfied with what I had read.

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I Exhale Into The Void Of Nothingness

Poetic T Mar 2017

I Exhale Into The Void Of Nothingness

Velcro lungs exhale on festering images
that breath in photocopied negatives.

Am I emitting life's expelling repercussions
that were vacant in there image of reality.

Could I be, but a depthless shade of what
lingered, vaporizing images on to nothingness.

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If Each Step Of Life Where a Note

Poetic T Sep 2014

If Each Step Of Life Where a Note

If my footsteps were music
What would the
Road
Journey
Notes
Be, would the song
Have many high notes
Or would each step
Be an enigma
Of different tunes.
"Slow notes"
When life was getting me down
Would it be a
Slow dance,
Feet dragging as the slow beat
dragged me further down,
Then
As if a burst
Of happiness,
Dance
Fast,
Beats,
Adrenaline
Surges through my being,
As the walk is me dancing
Through this part of my life,
Hands high,
Smile on my face,
As with each step I am dancing,
Through my life,
Each step as I move forward
Will always be different
So there will be many
More
Footsteps,
Beats,
Tunes,
That will move me through footstep
Maybe slow or fast so is life with each step..

#life #dance #up #music #down #walk

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I Feel Like Tears But Drink Them In To Submission

Poetic T Sep 2016

I Feel Like Tears But Drink Them In To Submission

I feel like crying sometimes but
the liquid aroma of alcohol hazes
these emotions, but then I awaken
to those feeling ponding upon my
cerebral cortex and I grief in anger.

Do you know how much the flames
Ignite upon my form, as I fall I am
consumed within the emotions like
a stove I am taken high and then fall.

I feel like tears but drink them into
submission and once they linger in
a haze I ponder upon them on a
more sombre date and then forget.

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I Fell Over You

Poetic T Sep 2017

I Fell Over You

I tripped over your ill
angled shoe..
Face planting the floor..
scuff marked pride,
as I got up stupid woman,
I uttered this under my breath...

I tripped over your ill
angled shoe..
coffee in hand,
a master of balance..
Not one droplet spilt,
but I saw you awkwardly
gaze at me, and I smiled.

The next few days,
I took another path.
missing your haphazard
           feet entrapping my gaze..
I pondered the view,
the reason for my needing to
                                        stumble...

Walking past where you sat,
                      now vacant.
I was glum at the thought
of you not fumbling my stance.
Collecting myself on days past,
I walked a new path to my office.

I tripped over your ill
angled shoe..
Face planting the floor..
scuff marked pride.
Getting up I asked you
a question..

"I've fallen for you so many times
               I think I'm in love,

You can only fall so many times
before you realise that its love.
I showed the marks that I'd
fallen for you,
                  more than most would.

#fallen #love #hint #tripped #face #pride #floor

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"I Felt The Edge Of My Nightmare......."

Poetic T Mar 2017

"I Felt The Edge Of My Nightmare......."

I felt the edge of my nightmare, grasping to the subconscious
worries that were clinging like venomous fangs delving inwards.
Dreams were a potato peeler on the different skins that
were pealed from my normality to what turned metaphorical
hairs white, I screamed in high definition of speechlessness.

Have you ever woken to find that the reflection of what was
coherent within your diluted dreams had clung to your eyelids?
Escaping the dreamscape of illusion and collecting into the
tear ducts of deliberations connecting eclipses of reality
that was a mirage of what I conceived in both verses.

I had awoken in momentary seclusion, short lived like a
verse of a haiku that versed much but bleed more than it
had versed. I was a paradox of complexity, my tribulations
were collecting in lagoons of reality about to burst.
I was immersed in a mirage of impulses and needed to visualize.

I felt the edge of my nightmare, and it penetrated like
satin fissures on my delicately woven reflections.
Those that stared back upon me, expressing their intentions.
We are a motion of luminosity and twilight and our
dreams weave a thin line that lingers in our dreams..

#dreams #thoughts #nightmare #regrets #sulen

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If For Just A Day....

Poetic T Apr 2017

If For Just A Day....

If I was god for a day, Mmm would I cure the ills
of the world, would I bring peace even for a day !!

I'd put a single lightning bolt to the temple,
for what I have created in my
own image.
Doesn't say much for me then

*"Bang.....

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If I Had To Ask 1 Thing

Poetic T May 2017

If I Had To Ask 1 Thing

When I was knee high to nothing
I asked inquisitive questions...

And with those answers I became me..

I would want too, if now, I asked the question??

If you are which you say? why so many books!!

If reality was based, wouldn't one book suffice,
But you made conflicting interests, like baiting
a hook. Why do we have to be slaves to ourselves
always begging on knees. To those of confused
reflections seeing you in themselves, but all the time
wording it to make them hate, difference of man
and woman others not he same as me?
but you conflict with love and preach the other thing.

If I was to ask one thing?

"Were grown now, out of the cradle of insecurities,
"Are hand needn't be held, were stronger without you,
*"I am me, not a reflection of your confused morality,

#god #grown #faith #no #need #athiest #morals #conflicting #morality

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If I Ruled The World

Poetic T Jun 2016

If I Ruled The World

As I looked over my dominion, the world mine,
The leeches of the world were in my garden,
so silently still. Glazed in the static moment of
when they were cleansed of life, frozen in terror
for my garden is of snow and ice a barren beauty.

I toil over issues that are without my needed attention,
Issues are hastily spent. In this realm of mine its an
eye for an eye, no pity falls on me, you **** you die.
No crime as all are kept well, work is for the AI's.
Do as you will, but things are outlawed in my stay.

All deities are now reserved for the past, this is a
time of enlightenment when I abolished all this,
wars ceased as what ideology was there to fret upon.
There was blood spilt I do not deny, those of morals
and greed what is greed but an imagining not needed.

If I ruled the world, they may say I was not of kind heart
but the universe is cold and I can only give so much warmth out.
The dead, the cold ones have a purpose now too. recycled for
minerals do you know many fall each day 158,000 that do
there part now there gone.

*"My rule may not be perfect, but its better than the last one,

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If Is A Short Word

Poetic T Sep 2017

If Is A Short Word

if I gave you a penny
              could I catch a kiss.

if I gave you a smile
             could I catch your lips.

If I gave you my breath
             could you hear my words.

If I gave you my heart
             could you hear its love.

If I gave you everything of me
             could you give it back..

If is to short a word to use,
          could you just look at me
saying the words *"I love you,

#love #if #words

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If It Weren`t For.....

Poetic T Oct 2016

If It Weren`t For.....

If it weren't for my free thought not hindered
by the leashed ignorance of others who try to
pedal their imaginary friend looking over them.
I'm not in need of your retribution here say.

I would be lumbered to that lamppost of never
feeling like I could howl my voice to the wind not
worried if I offended this whisper in the breeze.
But you all scorn that my thoughts are free

Why do you have descent for me, I don't have to
really worry about your fears as there beyond my
reflection as I don't believe in any of your imaginational
pretences. I linger within the freedom of knowledge.

I am the fear of those that cling to that which in the realms
of reality would be classed as delusional, many have ended
in the houses of madness for less. What these infections
on the mind have spread in different on verse.

If it weren't for my knowledge that we suffer in
ignorance of truth, they rebirth over and over again
once were departed were nothing but worm food, dust.
Do you believe in the tooth fairy? No you grew up.

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If I Wanted

Poetic T Mar 2017

If I Wanted

If I wanted to scream
     would smother me
with love.

If I wanted to scream
     would you carve my
           worries from me.

If I wanted to speak
     vacant words, would
                    you sew my mouth shut.

If I wanted you to be
     silent.. a pillow of feathers
                  now drowns life slowly out..

If I wanted....
    if I wanted....
       if I read this to you would you run.....

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If i was a Picasso

Poetic T Jan 2020

If i was a Picasso

I was tapping out rhymes
           While in the womb.
Best selling records
Before  I was even born.

You were just a mistaken
£5, £20 Hook up. £20 was so they
Didn't pull out. The £5 was
To brush the teeth as breath
          Smelt like **** ate out.

But mistakenly you were
       Here. And you didn't know
Ya dad. My family was tight.

Now I know it's not your fault,
  But your rhymes are as loose
                 As what you fell out.

I sell words, while you sell
Out. But not in the sense of
Big seller more you couldn't
Sell water,  even if there
                      was a drought.

Me I have family, I've got fans.
My rhymes give observation
                    Of real life's times.

You copy others ideas, but
Your rhymes choke out.

   If I was a Picasso then
You were the crayon drawing
That a three year old drew out.

Now I know you want to rise
Above your past, but you and me.
I'm the sun my words are the moon.
And when we come together you
  My boy were eclipsed out.

#rhymes #words #life #respect #choke #family

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If i was a Picasso

Poetic T Feb 2020

If i was a Picasso

I was beating out rhymes
        While in the womb.
Best selling records
        Before  I was even born.

You were just a mistaken
£5, £20 Hook up. £20 was so they
Didn't pull out. The £5 was
To brush the teeth as breath
          Smelt like **** ate out.

But mistakenly you were
       Here. And you didn't know
Ya dad. My family was tight.

Now I know it's not your fault,
  But your rhymes are as loose
                 As what you fell out.

I sell words,

while you sell out.

        But not in the sense of
Big seller more you couldn't
Sell water, even if there
                      was a drought.

Me, I have family, I've got fans.
My rhymes give observation
                    Of real life's times.

You copy others ideas, but
Your rhymes choke out.

   If I was a Picasso then
You were the crayon drawing
That a three year old drew out.

Now I know you want to rise
Above your past, but you and me.
I'm the sun my words are the moon.
And when we come together you
  My boy were eclipsed out.

#rhymeswordsliferespectchokefamily #nature #pain #misc #friendship #like

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If I were a worm

Poetic T Aug 2020

If I were a worm

If i was one,
          I'd tie a knot
in myself...

To remind me,
  where the front
starts and the back ends...

I  just need fingers to
                tie myself up..

Now that's a whole other
             idea for another time...

#worm #thoughts #front #back #time #humour #fingers

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If I Were A Yesterday.

Poetic T Apr 2020

If I Were A Yesterday.

If my bygone
            echo was life

I would have already been rescinded .

But back by popular demand,
                                                   nihility..

I never got past yesterday.

If your account of this is passing pages
  then I'm an obituary that people skim past,

death on paper is still

             a cemetery of yesterdays that people never visit.

#yesterday #fun #death #paper #account #skimvisit #passing

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If Love Was Magic

Poetic T Jul 2014

If Love Was Magic

If love was like magic
Could I spell it in to my heart,
Would the words be permanent
Or would the magic fade
Slowly from a heart,
If I could do hocus pocus, a hint of this,
Feelings,
Laughter,
Closeness,
Heart,
Would you drink the potion,
Would you "throw it up"
Would you keep it down,
"Drunk on love"
Falling over in to my heart,
I want the magic,
For it to be sprinkled in our hearts
But the only magic that works is
*I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART

#love #feelings #drunk #heart #magic

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If My Ink Was A Word

Poetic T Feb 2016

If My Ink Was A Word

Just thought of what I feel that
Each person reading my ink
All together may be envious
Lacking the temperament of thought
Of that mine is as good as theirs
Under a spotlight I may be lacking
S*o I ponder, yes not so well spelt with flow
Y*et I linger in the thought that mine is .............

Fed Up And wondering if some times do some only like because others like theirs not for the substance that is wrote, I don't care I thank all those that like mine as its wrote not for the masses but from my fragmented thoughts... thanks to those that like my ink just because they like it not cos I ****** u and liked their last 23 inks your all awesome ;)

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I Follow Every Street Lamp

Poetic T Jan 2018

I Follow Every Street Lamp

I'll never be  alone as long as you
keep the darkness away from the
streets of my heart. I was sullen in
the home of my feelings.

But you lit every moment towards me,
letting me venture beyond my own confides,
and I walked beyond myself  and then I
found you lighting me further on.

I look at every street light as its
fuelled by the essence of your rhythm,
my was heart secluded till you lit me
beyond me reach and I followed you.

And now I dance on every street lamp,
feeling the luminosity, and I know I'm
safe following  every burnished shade.
my every avenue towards my love.

#lamp #street #shade #confides

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I found my keys

Poetic T Sep 7

I found my keys

God is the coin of a random flip.
A key is found, a child dies.

We can prey to the wind that then
collapses our house like a loose
card house falling.

But when we want the voice of reason
it’s only your inner thoughts that reply.

And we can’t hold ourselves responsible for the insanity of others Ill reflections.

Mirages of mental degradation.
We are our only a reflection,
Of self.

Humanities selfishness,
not the corruption of worshiping
weakness.

the degradation of morals
sidetracked by delusion..

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I Freely Cried In Front Of You

Poetic T Oct 2019

I Freely Cried In Front Of You

We're bound by our emotions.
Everyone is an image of
                                our opposite,
we may smile but our true self
                              is an image of the opposite.

An upside down grin thats our concealed truth,
                                  droplets drown within it.
Laughter that muffled the sound of tears,
                     not of joy but the longing to be heard
for what is locked inside.

But the key is lost, and only another to confide in
              will unlock this complex password
                        to ease the chains caught
within.

But you took the time,
a value of moments that over many tries
                      unlocked my emotions
and I freely cried.
You weren't judgmental,
                             you never once asked was I ok.

You just listened and advised
                                            the best you could.
And the next time I smiled,
was not smoke and mirrors this was
                           the real me for a time.

I'm not broken,
but I do need the cracks filled with
                             words of another's quite time,,
Understanding that I just need to reflect and talk.

The mirror is showing me now
                        as I was meant to be.
This smile is real,
all because you were my friend.

There for me when I was a shadow
                              of my former self.
But now I'm out the shadows
                   and nearly back to being me.

#depressionbacklifingfriendadvisedjudgmentalreflectmirror #society #pain #sad #friendship

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If time is conscious

Poetic T Dec 2018

If time is conscious

If time is consious
      Are we
but a fleeting
          Thought.

Yet to fade into obscurity.

Or are we a
           conclusion
Of repeated ideas,
That just need
         to be tweaked.

#write #tryagain #tweaked #conclusions

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If We Were Suns..

Poetic T Oct 2017

If We Were Suns..

If mankind were a sun, would it dim
at the sullen forces each expels?
Not controlling the innate emotions.
Would it just burn bright for a time,
expelling he need to be seen and heard.

Could we in power our reactions to not
consume, but to burn slower over time.
Nothing is between our actions and emotions,
we are the heat of each and every moment.

If we were a sun, could we not give light
to our contemplation, enlightening not
just ourselves but the spaces between our
reactions. Would be not burn brighter if
we took a moment to see the reaction within.

#thought #sun #self #others #space #contemplation

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If Words Were

Poetic T May 2017

If words were wine
    poets would be syllable drunk.

If words were water
    poets would drown in own thoughts.

If words were silenced
     poets would sign language in whispers.

For words are the blood of humanity
and we each learn when words are versed.

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If You Are Reading This I`m Dead

Poetic T Apr 2015

If You Are Reading This I`m Dead

It is the chain of ink,
It bleeds once read.

It consumes thought,
It re-writes your mind.

It tells you to write this,
It makes you do it.

If you read and wrote this,
If you are reading this I'm dead,
If you reading this you are next....

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If You Could Veiw The Beauty Of Thought

Poetic T Jan 2017

If You Could Veiw The Beauty Of Thought

Deliberations are a veil of pigmentation
as I see the transparency of every thought.
a nebula of ideas woven in view, can you
see the curvatures that expand outwards.

Bright moments illuminate the surroundings,
as reflections are seen as the weave of conciseness
exhales in majestic colours.

A tapestry of interpretations which is visualized
differently by everyone. All is vivid in the lucidity
of all ideas that form and coalesce. I could almost
reach out and touch this moment of reflection.

#beauty #thought #seeing #nebula

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If you don’t

Poetic T Aug 27

If you don’t like me,
“I don’t care”
If you hate me,
“Negativity on you”

If your my friend,
“Time isn’t an obstacle”
If you love me,
“I’ll love you till my last breath”

If life is choices, then I’d rather
Keep my positivity for the ones
Who love me.

My friends who are my
forever mates, no matter
the time that passes.

A mates a mate forever..
And my love for my wife and kids
Will never wither just get stronger
With every sunset & sunrise 💕

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If You Go Down The Woods Today

Poetic T Oct 2014

If You Go Down The Woods Today

If you go down to the
Woods today the bears
Will eat
Your
Insides
They'll start at your foot
Slap you with a left
Knock you out with a right hook,
Then they'll snack on you for
Breakfast
Lunch
&
Then
Teatime
The cubs will eat your lunch from you insides.
Then slurp your intestines
As if they were spaghetti stung outside,
The flies will lay eggs
In your mouldy insides,
Then maggots will feast on your
Cold dead eyes,
They will feast on you carcass,
Will devour you
From what's left, that nature hasn't
Nibbled
Bitten
Dragged
Off, then you'll just be a
Skelton
With
A boot on,
No flesh or insides
You'll be bleached by the
Sun,
Earth,
&
Sky
And buried in the long grass,
All for wanting to be with nature
**"Beware its dangerous out there"

Got asked to write about a bear, And yes slightly mental

#life #death #woods #food #gross #lunch #bears #skeloton #flys

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If You Were

Poetic T Nov 2016

If You Were

If you were a dewdrop I would never
let you fall alone.

If you were a sunbeam I would capture
so the sun would never go down.

If you were mine I would be in euphoria
that our souls entwined to become one.

Quick one before work for my other half

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I Gave A Man A Dollar

Poetic T Jan 2018

I Gave A Man A Dollar

I gave my last dollar to a man,
he was on the street.
He had those I've been awake
                          my whole life eyes.

A dollar, what's that going to buy me
                         that I haven't already got...

                 I could waste it on a coffee
that I'll never finish as its only half warm,
while I'm too interested in my phone.

                 I 'd have thrown it half drank
in a bin of caffeine tears seeping out
           the bottom busy lives drying beneath it.

But I saw this wasn't a leaf of a tree
               blowing in the wind thinking
of its past, it was moving on.

So I handed this man my last dollar,
            I know he'll make better use
of it than I would,
                              and he smiled at me.

#homeless #need #waste #coffee

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I Gaze Upon You

Poetic T Jan 2015

I Gaze Upon You

I Gaze upon you, flooding
Senses with you beauty,
I reach to touch, wanting to
Be there to absorb your radiance
My midnight blue.

Can I fathom this moment
As if time stands still for me,
To take it in the scope of
What glances upon my eyes.

I wish to gaze once more, but
My time in your beauty fades,
As I will wait for you tomorrow.
Always looking up anticipating
That moment, eyes glance once
More, ever waiting till our paths
Meet, my eyes wait once more.

http://m5.paperblog.com/i/25/259650/midnight-blue-L-wFa22g.jpeg

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Ignited With The gentlest Touch

Poetic T Oct 2014

Ignited With The gentlest Touch

I was dust in the universe
You were the winds that
Silently moved through space,
You were felt as
Gases
Dust
Colours
Mixed, it took time
But you moved me,
When others just
Looked through me
As if I wasn't there.
Then we moved closer intimate
Hydrogen
Helium
They mixed, other parts to make a whole
"Then we ignited"
We became more than
Two separate things,
We burn bright
Your winds envelope me
Caressing
Touching
Gently
,Through the eternity of time
We will burn bright
We started as so little
But know we are a whole
And are love will be felt through the universe.

#love #passion #stars #dust #touch #wind

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I Got Pills [Parody To I Got Bills]

Poetic T Apr 2018

I Got Pills [Parody To I Got Bills]

I got pills I got to take,
so I'm going to take, take, take them everyday.
I have ailments that  I have to feed,
so I'm going take which everyone needs
I got pills.

All these pills piling up on my desk,
stacked like the pyramids higher than my chest.
all these kids running around,
I hear them Grrrr.. so I lock my pills up sound.
The pharmacy is open to my needs,
she just rolls her eyes to my relapses.
Says she's going to leave me,
if I don't bring the cost down below twenty G's.

oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my
Gosh ****, gosh **** gosh, gosh ****
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my

I got pills I got to take,
so I'm going to take, take, take them everyday.
I have ailments that  I have to feed,
so I'm going take which everyone needs
I got pills.

Woke up this morning aches in my neck,
gout in my foot, what the heck.
opened the cabinet, pills all gone,
crack addict snuck in,  took the lot.
Jumped on my bike, tire's flat not a good start.
no license for a car, ailments mean ill have to walk.
standing behind some old dude chugs out a ****,
pills got laxative effect, I think I better not laugh.

Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my
Gosh ****, gosh **** gosh, gosh ****
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my.

I got pills I got to take,
so I'm going to take, take, take them everyday.
I have ailments that  I have to feed,
so I'm going take which everyone needs
I got!

"groans in loud noises, Aaaaaaaaaa"

And my stomach, my stomach
I said my stomach!
Pills make me want to eat food.

I got pills I got to take,
so I'm going to take, take, take them everyday.
I have ailments that  I have to feed,
so I'm going take which everyone needs.

I got pills I got to take,
so I'm going to take, take, take them everyday.
I have ailments that  I have to feed,
so I'm going take which everyone needs
I got pills.

Mama got pills, daddy got pills,
                                yo sister got pills,
      yo auntie got pills.

I got pills.

Yo uncle got pills, Everybody got pills, everybody got pills.

Well took me two hours to write but was fun to parody this piece

#pills #parody #everyone #chest #gout #aliments

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I Had Buried This Speculation

Poetic T Jul 2016

I Had Buried This Speculation

My thoughts now lay dormant
in this coffin of dead reflection
rotting, decaying upon themselves.

I could not linger with this consciousness
on my mind, so I buried beneath the
deliberation of what was right.

It is still there in the casket of what
was and what is now, but it is static
never entering my consideration again.

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