#geneology - Hello Poetry

If I told you I had seen it already, You’d have told me I was full of **** The joy, the future for each of you, And the secret that there was more to it. In a vision, you held an infant child, A happy but confusing sight. Confusing in stillness , nothing said, And happy because it was obviously right. Another vision, and you were at risk, I slept on your floor to keep you from harm. Just a glance on waking, still nothing said, A smile before leaving, as you touched my arm. In one surreal vision, you actually killed me. (I never really understood that one…) I even loved you for what you had done, Maybe it was some kind of metaphor, Some kind of mercy? I honestly couldn’t say and, trust me, I love a good metaphor. You know what was really frightening, though? How clear the next vision was. It was light and joy, it was love itself, fulfilled. And it horrified me to see it, Right in the palm of my hand. An old familiar face looked down and laughed. She told me, “they are all in trouble now…” “Precarious balance, and one is in real danger…” “Best not **** it up…!” And she laughed so hard I thought she’d **** herself. If those kind of creatures even do that… I honestly couldn’t say and, trust me, I’m not afraid to ask her. But one vision shook me when it proved true. So many visions from the smallest of clues. I didn’t mean to get close, or look for connections, I just wanted to learn and seek the reflection. To know, and to laugh, With someone like you. Share a table, a cup, and a secret or two. But the seer would see how our lines became crossed, She spoke much of love, of a life and it’s loss. She spoke of how my role, Would be monumental, Expendable, Trivial, but still… Instrumental. I grew angry at how she manipulates me, One alien and his hard-won humanity. But the seer was right, I would have to go, Leave the scene and assure that No one could know. I created the door that it may be sealed, And retreated to the opposite side, Where I would be hated or feared, maybe both, And none could ever know, How, quietly, I cried.

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Apr 28, 2023

Apr 28, 2023 at 11:03 PM UTC

wesparham

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If I told you I had seen it already, You’d have told me I was full of **** The joy, the future for each of you, And the secret that there was more to it. In a vision, you held an infant child, A happy but confusing sight. Confusing in stillness , nothing said, And happy because it was obviously right. Another vision, and you were at risk, I slept on your floor to keep you from harm. Just a glance on waking, still nothing said, A smile before leaving, as you touched my arm. In one surreal vision, you actually killed me. (I never really understood that one…) I even loved you for what you had done, Maybe it was some kind of metaphor, Some kind of mercy? I honestly couldn’t say and, trust me, I love a good metaphor. You know what was really frightening, though? How clear the next vision was. It was light and joy, it was love itself, fulfilled. And it horrified me to see it, Right in the palm of my hand. An old familiar face looked down and laughed. She told me, “they are all in trouble now…” “Precarious balance, and one is in real danger…” “Best not **** it up…!” And she laughed so hard I thought she’d **** herself. If those kind of creatures even do that… I honestly couldn’t say and, trust me, I’m not afraid to ask her. But one vision shook me when it proved true. So many visions from the smallest of clues. I didn’t mean to get close, or look for connections, I just wanted to learn and seek the reflection. To know, and to laugh, With someone like you. Share a table, a cup, and a secret or two. But the seer would see how our lines became crossed, She spoke much of love, of a life and it’s loss. She spoke of how my role, Would be monumental, Expendable, Trivial, but still… Instrumental. I grew angry at how she manipulates me, One alien and his hard-won humanity. But the seer was right, I would have to go, Leave the scene and assure that No one could know. I created the door that it may be sealed, And retreated to the opposite side, Where I would be hated or feared, maybe both, And none could ever know, How, quietly, I cried.

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I couldn't root me into his geniology in this lifetime, after he'd offered it; so my twinsoul, found a madly in love couple among his elite Irish geneology in his world to implant the star seed Aries of me in their heart and womb and I was reborn around April sixteen AM RH-O negative again with beauty galore fair of skin! starry looking eyes with my heart of gold too born of a couple's love as before Mom & Dad's the happy couple nick named me Karijini Angelina SanGutier by name cherished and adored a star seed reborn rooted protected not forlorned among the very best geneology and all ~~~~~~ By:Karijinbba All rights reserved

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May 26, 2019

May 26, 2019 at 5:26 PM UTC

karijinbba

Elite Geneology Me

I couldn't root me into his geniology in this lifetime, after he'd offered it; so my twinsoul, found a madly in love couple among his elite Irish geneology in his world to implant the star seed Aries of me in their heart and womb and I was reborn around April sixteen AM RH-O negative again with beauty galore fair of skin! starry looking eyes with my heart of gold too born of a couple's love as before Mom & Dad's the happy couple nick named me Karijini Angelina SanGutier by name cherished and adored a star seed reborn rooted protected not forlorned among the very best geneology and all ~~~~~~ By:Karijinbba All rights reserved

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I did a little research work And you know I'm glad to say I found out about my history On ancestry.ca I typed my name and there it was A family tree of sorts With leaves appearing eveywhere My family and their warts There were places on the listing That I had never been And the names of the all the people Well, most....I'd never seen My grandad married seven times My nanny married four My mum was not my mother And my dad...was out the door The leaves kept showing up there Beside each and every name I sat there for eight hours I was really glad I came England, Scotland, Middle East Nevada and Wales Too! It seemed that all my family Moved when the rent was due I had cousins in Zimbabwe I had cousins in Peru They were scattered all through Italy There were some in China too. I learned things that I never knew Tales of family and their kids I learned of all their countries And of all the things they did Four hundred names in all I saw And each name had a leaf I didn't know we were that big It was truly beyond belief The pictures too were something else People, places now long gone There were photos too of Mexico And my dear old Uncle Juan Tomorrow, though I will sit down And I'll do this all again But this time I will make **** sure That I don't forget the "n".

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Apr 28, 2012

Apr 28, 2012 at 2:21 PM UTC

roger-turner

My Family History...(a spelling lesson)

I did a little research work And you know I'm glad to say I found out about my history On ancestry.ca I typed my name and there it was A family tree of sorts With leaves appearing eveywhere My family and their warts There were places on the listing That I had never been And the names of the all the people Well, most....I'd never seen My grandad married seven times My nanny married four My mum was not my mother And my dad...was out the door The leaves kept showing up there Beside each and every name I sat there for eight hours I was really glad I came England, Scotland, Middle East Nevada and Wales Too! It seemed that all my family Moved when the rent was due I had cousins in Zimbabwe I had cousins in Peru They were scattered all through Italy There were some in China too. I learned things that I never knew Tales of family and their kids I learned of all their countries And of all the things they did Four hundred names in all I saw And each name had a leaf I didn't know we were that big It was truly beyond belief The pictures too were something else People, places now long gone There were photos too of Mexico And my dear old Uncle Juan Tomorrow, though I will sit down And I'll do this all again But this time I will make **** sure That I don't forget the "n".

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