#grievous - Hello Poetry

(Land that doth marry mother lode of sublime earthen land and sea). Age of exploration ushered cruel fate against “red” men living in bliss by agents patch of eden north o Mason Dixon line latitude: 39.64839 longitude: -75.95591 alee perchance designed by divine providence with dyslexic humorous bents Cecil county Maryland lies like plump backward letter “e” witnessed topographic erosion pocked imprimatur marked meteorological dents thru inundation of oceanographic propensities melding coastline like Galilee in particular by Chesapeake Bay, that body of water abutting like natural fence first witnessed by captain John Smith in 1608 mistaking himself tong tied in sole of Italy learned faux pas, when crossing paths with Susquehannas hence, offered tobacco sticks to natives while recovering from injured wounded knee said other sundry tribes curiously eyed then (I utilized poetic license) took smoke from packet of Kents which twist on actual historical facts manipulated by me but more truthful account awash and replete with more than interspersed nonsense and incorporates tract situated in so called Fertile Crescent – see settled by Europeans of English stock, who emigrated with nary a pence “taming” shrew like “noble savages” plied Leviathan sized ukuleles whose might exploited for felling forests, which timber built cabins with vents.

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Jun 5, 2018

Jun 5, 2018 at 7:17 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Cecil County Maryland

(Land that doth marry mother lode of sublime earthen land and sea). Age of exploration ushered cruel fate against “red” men living in bliss by agents patch of eden north o Mason Dixon line latitude: 39.64839 longitude: -75.95591 alee perchance designed by divine providence with dyslexic humorous bents Cecil county Maryland lies like plump backward letter “e” witnessed topographic erosion pocked imprimatur marked meteorological dents thru inundation of oceanographic propensities melding coastline like Galilee in particular by Chesapeake Bay, that body of water abutting like natural fence first witnessed by captain John Smith in 1608 mistaking himself tong tied in sole of Italy learned faux pas, when crossing paths with Susquehannas hence, offered tobacco sticks to natives while recovering from injured wounded knee said other sundry tribes curiously eyed then (I utilized poetic license) took smoke from packet of Kents which twist on actual historical facts manipulated by me but more truthful account awash and replete with more than interspersed nonsense and incorporates tract situated in so called Fertile Crescent – see settled by Europeans of English stock, who emigrated with nary a pence “taming” shrew like “noble savages” plied Leviathan sized ukuleles whose might exploited for felling forests, which timber built cabins with vents.

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my grievous faults ————————- ~for SJR1000~ the sun is out after a week of island fog, (different from regular citified fogginess) days seasoned with rapacious, hard hitting all-night-long-rains, steady winds of fifteen miles per hour, made “outside”unattractive, yet, even now, sun inside with me, writing you listening to Tupelo Honey, sets me awondering, have you figured out how people work, uncovered the source of human misery, so we can get that vaccine asap, for something a 1000 times more deadly than coronavirus? my grievous faults, many, well catalogued, but one of the chiefest is a side effect of a virulent ego that cuts off vision, thoughtfulness, letting good people slip away, and when called out, I’m aggrieved, my faults, they wicked, embarrassing so I’m asking, you, myself, anybody else, eavesdropping, if this is true, for me, for you, you got the experience, if *”It don't make no difference Escaping one last time It's easier to believe in this sweet madness Oh, this glorious sadness That brings me to my knees”*^ write me, enlighten me, and if the answers are still a fugitive escaping, no matter, just way it is, no pressure other than the sixteen tons of mining life’s coal dust vicissitudes, its mysterious way of tilting the scales, then escaping, side venting, through poetry

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May 30, 2020

May 30, 2020 at 11:59 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

my grievous faults

my grievous faults ————————- ~for SJR1000~ the sun is out after a week of island fog, (different from regular citified fogginess) days seasoned with rapacious, hard hitting all-night-long-rains, steady winds of fifteen miles per hour, made “outside”unattractive, yet, even now, sun inside with me, writing you listening to Tupelo Honey, sets me awondering, have you figured out how people work, uncovered the source of human misery, so we can get that vaccine asap, for something a 1000 times more deadly than coronavirus? my grievous faults, many, well catalogued, but one of the chiefest is a side effect of a virulent ego that cuts off vision, thoughtfulness, letting good people slip away, and when called out, I’m aggrieved, my faults, they wicked, embarrassing so I’m asking, you, myself, anybody else, eavesdropping, if this is true, for me, for you, you got the experience, if *”It don't make no difference Escaping one last time It's easier to believe in this sweet madness Oh, this glorious sadness That brings me to my knees”*^ write me, enlighten me, and if the answers are still a fugitive escaping, no matter, just way it is, no pressure other than the sixteen tons of mining life’s coal dust vicissitudes, its mysterious way of tilting the scales, then escaping, side venting, through poetry

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bloodied fingers madly claw caskets hermetically sealed bullet riddled bodies crazily didst draw triggered bloodshed tsunami, where logic insists there must be a flaw precious priceless proud loved ones demise festers "stunned disbelief" to gnaw perhaps shell shocked next of kin utter primal wails resemble distorted hee haw lifeless loved ones alive just moments ago, these special darlings (dozen plus youth) premature death deprived never delight one or more in-law whereat deceased brides and grooms denied pledging troth from permanently stilled jaw, while bereaved inconsolably cry deafeningly, drenching cloths cupping raw cheeks, a cruel prank sans burden ****** upon a maw (whose womb once housed forever lifeless son or daughter), rigor mortis out buzzfeeds Stihl chain saw shrieking, how, this "NON FAKE" living nightmare cast an excruciating pall, whence diabolic demons lear into the opened seam, where under a sheltering sky Gaia doth hear the deafening lament against a cool, calm and collected frenzied maniac whose flare ring nostrils adrip with rage exchanged slugs of lead for dear lee departed souls, where dark clouds may never clear as the living suffer horrendous psychic hemorrhage agonizingly bid their own flesh and blood affixed atop a bier.

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Feb 17, 2018

Feb 17, 2018 at 3:29 AM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

egregious evil exceeds means to cope

bloodied fingers madly claw caskets hermetically sealed bullet riddled bodies crazily didst draw triggered bloodshed tsunami, where logic insists there must be a flaw precious priceless proud loved ones demise festers "stunned disbelief" to gnaw perhaps shell shocked next of kin utter primal wails resemble distorted hee haw lifeless loved ones alive just moments ago, these special darlings (dozen plus youth) premature death deprived never delight one or more in-law whereat deceased brides and grooms denied pledging troth from permanently stilled jaw, while bereaved inconsolably cry deafeningly, drenching cloths cupping raw cheeks, a cruel prank sans burden ****** upon a maw (whose womb once housed forever lifeless son or daughter), rigor mortis out buzzfeeds Stihl chain saw shrieking, how, this "NON FAKE" living nightmare cast an excruciating pall, whence diabolic demons lear into the opened seam, where under a sheltering sky Gaia doth hear the deafening lament against a cool, calm and collected frenzied maniac whose flare ring nostrils adrip with rage exchanged slugs of lead for dear lee departed souls, where dark clouds may never clear as the living suffer horrendous psychic hemorrhage agonizingly bid their own flesh and blood affixed atop a bier.

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