#gently
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As far as one may say, I might know more
or less than the standard, normalized person.
I may have had more words spoken near me
than many who never had the tools I have,
especially the personal time, I have taken
to listen
to books
for the blind, while
driving mile after mile on roads built
by mankind across the continent I live on.
I can consider Tolstoy a failed ensample
of a curiousity construct, inclined to accept
real congruity, eh, is that the word, coherency,
sticking together to become elemental parts,
almost elevating the essence that being is,
to the knowing that the knower is knowing…
not for, nor why, but so, being so many possible
parts of so many plausible entireties, each actual
processing mind prepositioning self in other words.
Being cyborgian, not demented, but there's
an edge, spirits can cross painlessly…
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Sup
supposed
superior position
supposed to be top.
Utmost, uppermost
ultimate umbrage
shade
shadow low to the ground,
local turkey buzzard grace
given true liberty flight
over me, free
to see,
feel, accept as real.
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On Earth, as it is in Heaven,
in spirit, of course, not really
yet, with a little wish it so,
realizable perfect Wisdom
from Heaven, realizable
for some who make
beliefs, relieving weighed reality,
breath and river, trees and freeway
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When.
Now, suppose, position time
at this stream instantiating data posed
to mark those points with no pastence.
Not long ago, make believers made
boys believe we've been made
to fly through the sky, and
ever after then,
we believed.
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From the future,
at the speed of thought,
literally let us agree, thunk
words carry any sense you make.
Your at
present position,
in Heavenly scale, JWST
on currency considered
influx imaginable indeed
side-real context input ports
make believe or realize, mindwise,
within Physics, the science of reality,
clear noway, beyond boy's true beliefs
we believed,
basically the truth revealed,
at
about the bottom edge
of puberty, say
seventh grade,
in the U.S.A., that summer,
for many a Boomer, unforgettable,
1961, yo', Boomer, get out of the slot,
jump the track, lose the confusing loosening
hot wire
from the capacitor, country kids know,
a shock somebody must feel
to believe,
to know
it's funny, we laugh
at the Yankee city kid, loser
loosened childmind lid,
the anger and the shame,
and the pain, the unbelievable shock it takes
to crank a war surplus jeep, the shock makes
the whole life event, a better, shamed
by rubes,
yes, rubes,
what's a rube.
You. You're a rube/ ra' ah ben Jacob's eldest,
not so bad a name, AI tells me
a man named
Reuben Waithaka:
A 72-year-old Kenyan man
walked out the back door, in Alabama,
around the middle of May, in 2025,
and nothin' won't undo that, wandering
away forgetting everything, that temptation
sad, story, such as any accidently hearing it, say, man
this life can instantly change,
so sudden any person can
disappear, instantly be gone,
so sudden… few go so mysteriously, instant
in prayer, sudden
at a thought,
a faith, held supposedly true,
instant persistant what if.
Same science Elijah uses. Save a seat.
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Jul 12, 2025
Jul 12, 2025 at 5:12 PM UTC
To erase all my love for you,
I buried my heart six feet under.
You like to visit that graveyard,
to lay flowers upon my grave.
Your tears soak the earth,
begging for a second chance
Taking the shovel in both hands,
you began digging.
My heart still beats, so fast, unevenly
For you and only you
Holding the heart very gently,
you come after me,
with the purpose of restoration
Jul 1, 2024
Jul 1, 2024 at 10:12 AM UTC
here i am wanting
poetry waiting for light
please gently touch me
Apr 1, 2024
Apr 1, 2024 at 9:54 PM UTC
In the silence of my being,
I find my peace.
Like butterflies, free and light,
my soul flies far and wide.
The peace within me, so tender and beautiful,
like the wings of a butterfly in the sunshine.
My heart beats gently, in harmony with the world,
my own peace that rests and illuminates within me.
Feb 9, 2024
Feb 9, 2024 at 12:44 PM UTC
come now, little creature, curl up and let me surround you
let me sink warmth into your tired bones.
come now, little creature, let me sing you a lullaby
let my love for you grow.
come now, little creature, sleep now and get some rest
morning will come harshly if you will not lay down your head.
Tomorrow, little creature, it all starts up again
grasp for the small things that bring warmth to shrivelled hearts of men.
Jan 3, 2022
Jan 3, 2022 at 7:47 PM UTC
___Brims curving gently
Beneath the glimmering sun
Bonnets in full bloom.___
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 7:51 PM UTC
Who am I to tell you its ok to cry
When I cannot do so myself
Who am I to make you feel strong
When I am so weak
Who am I to let you down gently
When I have been crushed
Who am I to hold out my heart
When not a single of you will take it
Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 9:03 PM UTC
I wish you loved me as much as you hate my depression
and if we’re confessing
I wish for your words
to caress me.
Touch me,
gently.
I wish for your actions to translate into symbols
my half blind eyes will see coming from miles away.
even when
I leave my glasses at home.
I wish wishes equaled more than just a wish.
I wish a wish would wish for me.
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 10:25 AM UTC
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Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 12:07 AM UTC
lift me up higher,
to a place where i can touch the heavens
if not the heavens, then at least the stars
if not the stars, then the clouds could do
if not the clouds, then you should not
you should not lift me up,
instead put me down,
if you should choose to put me down darling,
all i ask is that you do so,
you should do so gently.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 9:08 PM UTC
You draw me gently near
Letting me know I have nothing to fear
Your touch soothing as a breeze
You've set my beating heart at ease
But before I was so close to you
A bridge had to be set
To link our great divide
Yes it was you
Who paid my debt
And sent Your Son who died
It was Him they did seize
When it should've been me
Twasn't but ordinary fees
But still You thought it worth your Son to save humanity
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 3:16 PM UTC
She will sit at 1am
Thinking of what she did wrong
And draw absurd conclusions that
She just wasn’t good enough for you
She will
Toss and turn at 2am
Asking herself why you
Let her go so easily
She will cry at 3am
Thinking of how you
Let her fall
Knowing well
You never intended
Of catching her
She will want to
Hate you at 4am
But instead find herself
Scrolling through
Your pictures
She will want you
To hold her tight at 5am
And tell her you miss her
Whilst you kiss her forehead so gently
She will catch herself at 6am
Sleeping at the thought of you
Telling her you love her
And how you never want
To let go
She will wake up at 7am
To a wet pillow
Because you let her sleep
Wondering if you ever cared
About her the way you claimed you did
She will start her day
Trying to find a piece of you
In the men she offers herself to
Only to find disappointment waiting for her
She will drown her wild thoughts with drugs
Just to numb the pain
She will call, cry and scream out your name
With a heavy heart;
That is yearning to be with you..
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 12:58 PM UTC
My mind is weird
I feel like its wired differently, a little more gently
So, I sometimes sit down and watch words, flying by
Words passing by, passwords, almost like birds, but just words
Telling me a story, about glory and a dragon, guarding gold and territory
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 5:04 PM UTC
I was washed up on your shores
thinking you were serine blanket
that would caress me.
But you were more like a breeze
gently eroding me before
I knew I was less than I was before.
You shaped me into a figure that
was useful eroding me inwards
till I was a shell of my former self.
When I ever listened within,
I only heard your voice washing
in waves seducing my mind.
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 5:00 PM UTC
She was the noose that
I'd hang myself from,
I would put the snare of
her heart around my throat.
Her words would caress my
windpipe strangling
me with loves whispers,
suffocating me gently.
But words were hard to speak
when she was collecting tightly
around my breath.
I couldn't be with her as I was suffocating,
my actions she hung me from.
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 4:49 PM UTC
Gently touch her, gently care,
For the day may come — swiftly when
That endless cruel knocking
on doors bolted from the inside
Dies down and turns into
gray silence.
She, irksome as it is,
goes round and round in circles
Looking for the missing pair
She wears the other one, anyway,
And sits down in grief.
She says, “I want to go home.
Let me go home.”
“Mama, you are home,” you answer.
Vexation rears its ugly head
And you force each horn,
one at a time, to recede:
To vanish from sight.
Then gaining composure you say:
“Mama, let’s pray.”
God hears, and you are healed. Set free.
Instantly.
Of the agony of bearing about
in your own body
The weight of selfishness
And sin
And sheer ignorance of
what it feels like
To have Time ****** away Memory
From you and those you love.
The stark feebleness of this
bent, white creature
With veined hands and bony feet
Reminds you of your own
Utter helplessness.
Mortality.
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 10:50 AM UTC
*Gently, so gently, as she breathes
And oh, what a vacuum she leaves*
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 4:43 AM UTC
First touch.
So tender with intensity.
First kiss.
So gently your lips are
diliciously.
Our souls so fragility.
We will always have
beautiful memories.
I will never regret.
The day we first met.
I still can see it so visually.
You haunt my mind recently.
I have no control to think
so explicity about your loving me.
Just know that sometimes
all love must flow.
If you can't hold on to it.
You have to let it go.
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 6:21 PM UTC
Strip your clothes so gently.
Easy slowly so I can see.
With every touch you
reveal more skin.
My heart beats faster
as you set up a grin.
I want to see you naked.
To see all of you.
Without any protection.
Nothing wich you can hide
and can provide distraction.
Staring deep into your eyes.
They are mirror to your soul.
I want to see your vulnerability.
There is no need to hide it from me.
I love all of your flaws and secretly.
Stripped your thought so carefully.
Your beautiful mind so delicately.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 4:19 PM UTC