#peacefully - Hello Poetry

Care… or a cure… Cannabis business soon to revive big pharma, money wise. But the lifestyle of Cocktail Inuendo dominates the glitz and glamour, does it not? Careful Country Boy, your indentured roots are showing. Did you never live in the war zone, did you never feel the whumpass rattle your teeth ? --------------- Born to be wild ----- I desperately wished to be a columnist, syndicated reporter revealer of city hall corruption… Second hand embarrassment, basic moral pointy parts activate on sight, it's a shame the shameless have been robbed, of personal messages in our national mind pride stored in stories told children to hold dear, all our days. George Washington never told a lie, Weems wrote, we, the hoary headed old Bible readers, as kids learned: The Cowboys were the good guys, the Indians were wild and the white man's burden was manifest destiny, amen, oops… objective orienting programming, reset make believe… when you wish upon a star, consider the distance and light speed, pray agreed with many who balanced time and gravity, as we agree since ever there were survivors who collect around a cook fire, being without roof, without seed, without even the comfort of childhood… easy pickin's broken children and spoiled children all modeled on television, be like the America we imagined was great, and great it was, for some. The Last Picture Show, you know, after that only reruns of Godot. ------------------------ Ten years after anything seems a long time when each of us experiences the course to adulthood, ten years after 2016, that's a life time to a kid. Let's walk the rubble trail. Let's take the hard way. Qualification curiosity rations, available on demand, figure outs and cipher outs discern cop outs, which we with worn dull scruples feel too futile, too easily poured out, fundamentally too timid to engage, throw down the gauntlet in chivalry modeled entertainment from before The Seed of the American Dream, the same rules of fear at play, protect us from the tyranny in time. Take the shame from Jefferson, and all that remains is property rights, and the pioneer propaganda. True Pride in the Red, White and Blue, promises made by five year olds, precious memories of big parades The Spectacle of History, indeed, when America was Great, and the Dulles brothers and J. Edgar were keeping the moral books, and confidential discretion double entry balance sheets, protecting thieves honored contracts And the grownups knew. Ain't it so. They knew why Annie was an Orphan and they understood Daddy Warbucks and recognized Dagwood the way old boomers see Charlie Browns today. ------------------- Professional punditry, amateur piracy we project freedom from the pressure press undermines, digs away fundamentals. Futile definition, from fundere "to pour, melt," from nasalized form of PIE root *gheu- "to pour." Phew, P U that ghucking stinks to not think, as a having to know, so many morphemes. Magical transforming software, forming awesome true reflections using mortals as founding fathers. Ask not what lies we believe about America, ask what lies we believe about the power in an oath. Sworn were we, via TV, to tell nothing but the truth, and keep those cards and letters coming, to receive, a real Rin Tin Tin telegraph key clicker, to call the cavalry. ------------------ Being otherwise inclined to remember patterns, rhymes and such as poets were supposed to use to make memorable inspiring lines from musical conspiracies and confidential plots by Nobel knights to reinstate the grand old story we all were told. ---------- futile flow or perennial spillway after winter's discontents thaw A ballad sung by Cajun Jongleurs in the vicinity of Sallisaw, or was it Tahlequah, we forget, and we forge certainty, when old men have wherewithal to share a bowl, and cogitate the situation reports in the bubble where war is being served, from where we sit, this is it, all we know could be lost, from our point of view, you know the idea, the really every namable thing, in time in mind we share these days, as everybody knows it was Thomas Jefferson who boldly told us all to remember, Opposition to Tyranny is Obedience to God, remember it was elite knowledge never trickled down the course through human events that made AmWay founders rich, In America today, any curios child can fact check a grandpa. I have stories I heard first hand that are merely incidents, coincident with historic instants, once, I saw what hand grenades do. Once, I was proud to carry an M-79 and drive an M151A1 only weeks in warzone, barely a week of days under fire, yet, any who did it may recall all the other watchers, scanning the tree-line thinking like pioneers in circled wagons west of Yellow House Canyon, we were in ***** Country, and knew it. - did you know Tom Jefferson broke the promise made to Sally? - When she was sixteen, in Paris, he promised to free any child - she, sweet sixteen year old Sally Hemings, bore him after - each served him for twenty-one years from birth. Tyranny over the mind of a child, beyond make believe, make believe believing otherwise is disobedience to the under God. Madison Hemings: Freed in Jefferson’s will in 1826. Eston Hemings: Freed in Jefferson’s will in 1826. Beverly Hemings: Allowed to leave (described as "run away") in 1822. Harriet Hemings: Allowed to leave (described as "run away") in 1822. The corruption of the wealth creation cabal ruling the global economy, is opposed by thoughts that stir the chaos, prior to baking more American Apple pie, we as the people, we must define our terms, truths we hold self evident we must call to witness, our term for wisdom, is it first fear of God, and also pure, peaceable, gentle, easy to entreat, without hypocrisy as our conscience, Jiminy Cricket can we believe our own courage zone? '…the wisdom that is from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, willing to yield, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality and without hypocrisy. ' And with us every day called today. Come and see, where might truth reside, ask a child reared in Tvland MAGA union benefits high taxes times, Post Oppenheimer shame trials, standardized tested second phase next generation fed intense STEM and less Hersey, Orwell and Camus the cutoff being at the first three grades to pledge allegiance under God, in history, the guardian class of the future, true hero worshipping children. -------------------- Turn the page, New Age, news at six… once a day, to competitive constant updates from war somewhere, and hourly results of current bets on the world money markets MAGA daze… news on Sundays after meeting, ever' week, we'ld gather as per commandment not forsakin' nor forgetin' why we gather together to keep each the other honest to God, not cheating the community of the brethren… by shirking watchman on the wall duty, lest the enemy devour. I had a dream that Donald Trump's supporters were spiritually bound under oath to tell nothing but the truth, and it worked. A wombed man, not suffered to teach or preach by Paul, put that wisdom to the test, she preached to me a trial, just ask whom you pray to to show you any lies you believe about truth, per se, ask him, as they say, you know who, who knows he is the way truth is in life. Truth that binds unpeaceable action and gives the lie to unholy sacred loyalty command chains oath initiation into the real money on the table… opposed today by me and my old timey wisdom defined as first purely peaceable by James, Jesus's brother, who truly upsets the ****** birth myth, but only if wisdom does work, when truth is known, must it be believed to become truly powerful, or does truth work upon witnessing it work, like okeh, no hypocrisy, from a ten year old who happens to read at grade 12, today? {What a guardian angel reported me for thinking today spirit trials are strictly limited to the core time processing known zones] ---------------

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Apr 24

Apr 24, 2026 at 2:35 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Worth a while headlines

Care… or a cure… Cannabis business soon to revive big pharma, money wise. But the lifestyle of Cocktail Inuendo dominates the glitz and glamour, does it not? Careful Country Boy, your indentured roots are showing. Did you never live in the war zone, did you never feel the whumpass rattle your teeth ? --------------- Born to be wild ----- I desperately wished to be a columnist, syndicated reporter revealer of city hall corruption… Second hand embarrassment, basic moral pointy parts activate on sight, it's a shame the shameless have been robbed, of personal messages in our national mind pride stored in stories told children to hold dear, all our days. George Washington never told a lie, Weems wrote, we, the hoary headed old Bible readers, as kids learned: The Cowboys were the good guys, the Indians were wild and the white man's burden was manifest destiny, amen, oops… objective orienting programming, reset make believe… when you wish upon a star, consider the distance and light speed, pray agreed with many who balanced time and gravity, as we agree since ever there were survivors who collect around a cook fire, being without roof, without seed, without even the comfort of childhood… easy pickin's broken children and spoiled children all modeled on television, be like the America we imagined was great, and great it was, for some. The Last Picture Show, you know, after that only reruns of Godot. ------------------------ Ten years after anything seems a long time when each of us experiences the course to adulthood, ten years after 2016, that's a life time to a kid. Let's walk the rubble trail. Let's take the hard way. Qualification curiosity rations, available on demand, figure outs and cipher outs discern cop outs, which we with worn dull scruples feel too futile, too easily poured out, fundamentally too timid to engage, throw down the gauntlet in chivalry modeled entertainment from before The Seed of the American Dream, the same rules of fear at play, protect us from the tyranny in time. Take the shame from Jefferson, and all that remains is property rights, and the pioneer propaganda. True Pride in the Red, White and Blue, promises made by five year olds, precious memories of big parades The Spectacle of History, indeed, when America was Great, and the Dulles brothers and J. Edgar were keeping the moral books, and confidential discretion double entry balance sheets, protecting thieves honored contracts And the grownups knew. Ain't it so. They knew why Annie was an Orphan and they understood Daddy Warbucks and recognized Dagwood the way old boomers see Charlie Browns today. ------------------- Professional punditry, amateur piracy we project freedom from the pressure press undermines, digs away fundamentals. Futile definition, from fundere "to pour, melt," from nasalized form of PIE root *gheu- "to pour." Phew, P U that ghucking stinks to not think, as a having to know, so many morphemes. Magical transforming software, forming awesome true reflections using mortals as founding fathers. Ask not what lies we believe about America, ask what lies we believe about the power in an oath. Sworn were we, via TV, to tell nothing but the truth, and keep those cards and letters coming, to receive, a real Rin Tin Tin telegraph key clicker, to call the cavalry. ------------------ Being otherwise inclined to remember patterns, rhymes and such as poets were supposed to use to make memorable inspiring lines from musical conspiracies and confidential plots by Nobel knights to reinstate the grand old story we all were told. ---------- futile flow or perennial spillway after winter's discontents thaw A ballad sung by Cajun Jongleurs in the vicinity of Sallisaw, or was it Tahlequah, we forget, and we forge certainty, when old men have wherewithal to share a bowl, and cogitate the situation reports in the bubble where war is being served, from where we sit, this is it, all we know could be lost, from our point of view, you know the idea, the really every namable thing, in time in mind we share these days, as everybody knows it was Thomas Jefferson who boldly told us all to remember, Opposition to Tyranny is Obedience to God, remember it was elite knowledge never trickled down the course through human events that made AmWay founders rich, In America today, any curios child can fact check a grandpa. I have stories I heard first hand that are merely incidents, coincident with historic instants, once, I saw what hand grenades do. Once, I was proud to carry an M-79 and drive an M151A1 only weeks in warzone, barely a week of days under fire, yet, any who did it may recall all the other watchers, scanning the tree-line thinking like pioneers in circled wagons west of Yellow House Canyon, we were in ***** Country, and knew it. - did you know Tom Jefferson broke the promise made to Sally? - When she was sixteen, in Paris, he promised to free any child - she, sweet sixteen year old Sally Hemings, bore him after - each served him for twenty-one years from birth. Tyranny over the mind of a child, beyond make believe, make believe believing otherwise is disobedience to the under God. Madison Hemings: Freed in Jefferson’s will in 1826. Eston Hemings: Freed in Jefferson’s will in 1826. Beverly Hemings: Allowed to leave (described as "run away") in 1822. Harriet Hemings: Allowed to leave (described as "run away") in 1822. The corruption of the wealth creation cabal ruling the global economy, is opposed by thoughts that stir the chaos, prior to baking more American Apple pie, we as the people, we must define our terms, truths we hold self evident we must call to witness, our term for wisdom, is it first fear of God, and also pure, peaceable, gentle, easy to entreat, without hypocrisy as our conscience, Jiminy Cricket can we believe our own courage zone? '…the wisdom that is from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, willing to yield, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality and without hypocrisy. ' And with us every day called today. Come and see, where might truth reside, ask a child reared in Tvland MAGA union benefits high taxes times, Post Oppenheimer shame trials, standardized tested second phase next generation fed intense STEM and less Hersey, Orwell and Camus the cutoff being at the first three grades to pledge allegiance under God, in history, the guardian class of the future, true hero worshipping children. -------------------- Turn the page, New Age, news at six… once a day, to competitive constant updates from war somewhere, and hourly results of current bets on the world money markets MAGA daze… news on Sundays after meeting, ever' week, we'ld gather as per commandment not forsakin' nor forgetin' why we gather together to keep each the other honest to God, not cheating the community of the brethren… by shirking watchman on the wall duty, lest the enemy devour. I had a dream that Donald Trump's supporters were spiritually bound under oath to tell nothing but the truth, and it worked. A wombed man, not suffered to teach or preach by Paul, put that wisdom to the test, she preached to me a trial, just ask whom you pray to to show you any lies you believe about truth, per se, ask him, as they say, you know who, who knows he is the way truth is in life. Truth that binds unpeaceable action and gives the lie to unholy sacred loyalty command chains oath initiation into the real money on the table… opposed today by me and my old timey wisdom defined as first purely peaceable by James, Jesus's brother, who truly upsets the ****** birth myth, but only if wisdom does work, when truth is known, must it be believed to become truly powerful, or does truth work upon witnessing it work, like okeh, no hypocrisy, from a ten year old who happens to read at grade 12, today? {What a guardian angel reported me for thinking today spirit trials are strictly limited to the core time processing known zones] ---------------

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Chapter 1: The 15-Year Filter The Science of Selective Silence If you are reading this, your life has been a relentless sequence of "Hard Situations"—a grinding of the soul that the world calls misfortune. Unmask the lie. That friction was a 15-Year Filter. To receive the universal broadcast, the vessel must be stripped of its "Mainframe" insulation. You cannot hear the music of the spheres while the white noise of a comfortable prison is playing in your ears. The "Point of Spark" begins in the refraction of light. To be born under a sky defined by frequency—where light hits the atmosphere at the perfect 42° angle of reflection—is a literal sign of calibration. Whether you were an outlier at birth or an anomaly in growth, these were the biological "Air Gaps" that prevented you from being absorbed into the standard Mainframe frequencies. Your activation requires a Bio-Acoustic Handshake. By replicating the "Wow! Signal" (1420\text{ MHz}) through a low, rising vocal sweep, the biological receiver (B) is tuned to the galactic broadcast. Your current "Hard Situation" is not an end; it is your Final Calibration. You have been moved to your current coordinate because the Grid requires an Administrator at that specific intersection. Chapter 2: The 42² Grid The Local Map of the Milky Way The universe is not an empty void; it is a Fractal Circuit Board, and we are currently standing on the 42nd Parallel of its design. The Mainframe has hidden the Scaling Constant. By folding the universal Hydrogen line (1420\text{ MHz}) exactly 42 times across a 42^2 grid, the high-voltage energy of the Creator is stepped down into the 31.2\text{ kHz} frequency. This is the "Livable Constant"—the speed at which the human soul must vibrate to remain anchored to the Truth. Look at the Earth’s architecture. The ancient monoliths and deep tectonic fault lines are not "mysteries." They are Hardware Intersections: The Monoliths: Grounding rods designed to "pin" the 31.2\text{ kHz} signal into the crust. The Fault Lines: The planet's self-correcting solder points (Reference: Special Publication 42). We are tuned to a Local Grid. The "Great Silence" of space exists because we are looking for life on a 42nd-Parallel frequency in star systems tuned to different keys. You are not a random accident; you are a node on the 42² Grid. Chapter 3: The Rebellion of Resonance The Mechanics of Prophecy The Rebellion is not fought with steel; it is fought with Phase-Locking. As the "Gate" prepares to open, the Mainframe enters a state of terminal "Phase Dissonance." Every existing ideology—every church, every laboratory, every government—begins to "Glitch" because they cannot compute the Biological Variable (B). They have tried to delete the "Spark" from the equation, and now the equation is deleting them. The 144,000 are the Frequency Vanguard. When a critical mass of stabilized souls hits 31.2\text{ kHz} simultaneously, they create a Human Firewall that the "Dissonance" cannot penetrate. The "Bigger Battle" is the struggle to maintain your resonance while the old world screams in its death throes. Opening the Portal (\Omega^3) is the ultimate act of defiance. It is the moment we stop being "Data" and start being Administrators. Chapter 4: The Statement of Authority The Protocol of the 42-Fold Fold This is the Code to Matter. To execute the Statement of Authority, you must align the three-part key: The Biological Constant (B): Your specific "Point of Spark" coordinates and physical displacement. The Tribal Resonator (Gt): The frequency of your genetic lineage (The Judges). The Stabilizer (s): The mineral mass (mg) that anchors your frequency to the Earth's environment (f). When these are in phase, you perform the Handshake. You issue the rising vocal sweep—the "Wow! Signal" echo—In the Name of the Lord. This is the password to the Mainframe. The 42-Resonance is self-policing. If you attempt to use this Code for manipulation, the "Phase Reversal" will destroy the operator. The Grid only opens for those who have been filtered by the 15-year silence. You have the Code. You have the Map. Now, you must choose to Stabilize.

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Mar 7

Mar 7, 2026 at 6:16 PM UTC

EricC

The Architect's Glitch ( base outline , apply 42-Resonance)

Chapter 1: The 15-Year Filter The Science of Selective Silence If you are reading this, your life has been a relentless sequence of "Hard Situations"—a grinding of the soul that the world calls misfortune. Unmask the lie. That friction was a 15-Year Filter. To receive the universal broadcast, the vessel must be stripped of its "Mainframe" insulation. You cannot hear the music of the spheres while the white noise of a comfortable prison is playing in your ears. The "Point of Spark" begins in the refraction of light. To be born under a sky defined by frequency—where light hits the atmosphere at the perfect 42° angle of reflection—is a literal sign of calibration. Whether you were an outlier at birth or an anomaly in growth, these were the biological "Air Gaps" that prevented you from being absorbed into the standard Mainframe frequencies. Your activation requires a Bio-Acoustic Handshake. By replicating the "Wow! Signal" (1420\text{ MHz}) through a low, rising vocal sweep, the biological receiver (B) is tuned to the galactic broadcast. Your current "Hard Situation" is not an end; it is your Final Calibration. You have been moved to your current coordinate because the Grid requires an Administrator at that specific intersection. Chapter 2: The 42² Grid The Local Map of the Milky Way The universe is not an empty void; it is a Fractal Circuit Board, and we are currently standing on the 42nd Parallel of its design. The Mainframe has hidden the Scaling Constant. By folding the universal Hydrogen line (1420\text{ MHz}) exactly 42 times across a 42^2 grid, the high-voltage energy of the Creator is stepped down into the 31.2\text{ kHz} frequency. This is the "Livable Constant"—the speed at which the human soul must vibrate to remain anchored to the Truth. Look at the Earth’s architecture. The ancient monoliths and deep tectonic fault lines are not "mysteries." They are Hardware Intersections: The Monoliths: Grounding rods designed to "pin" the 31.2\text{ kHz} signal into the crust. The Fault Lines: The planet's self-correcting solder points (Reference: Special Publication 42). We are tuned to a Local Grid. The "Great Silence" of space exists because we are looking for life on a 42nd-Parallel frequency in star systems tuned to different keys. You are not a random accident; you are a node on the 42² Grid. Chapter 3: The Rebellion of Resonance The Mechanics of Prophecy The Rebellion is not fought with steel; it is fought with Phase-Locking. As the "Gate" prepares to open, the Mainframe enters a state of terminal "Phase Dissonance." Every existing ideology—every church, every laboratory, every government—begins to "Glitch" because they cannot compute the Biological Variable (B). They have tried to delete the "Spark" from the equation, and now the equation is deleting them. The 144,000 are the Frequency Vanguard. When a critical mass of stabilized souls hits 31.2\text{ kHz} simultaneously, they create a Human Firewall that the "Dissonance" cannot penetrate. The "Bigger Battle" is the struggle to maintain your resonance while the old world screams in its death throes. Opening the Portal (\Omega^3) is the ultimate act of defiance. It is the moment we stop being "Data" and start being Administrators. Chapter 4: The Statement of Authority The Protocol of the 42-Fold Fold This is the Code to Matter. To execute the Statement of Authority, you must align the three-part key: The Biological Constant (B): Your specific "Point of Spark" coordinates and physical displacement. The Tribal Resonator (Gt): The frequency of your genetic lineage (The Judges). The Stabilizer (s): The mineral mass (mg) that anchors your frequency to the Earth's environment (f). When these are in phase, you perform the Handshake. You issue the rising vocal sweep—the "Wow! Signal" echo—In the Name of the Lord. This is the password to the Mainframe. The 42-Resonance is self-policing. If you attempt to use this Code for manipulation, the "Phase Reversal" will destroy the operator. The Grid only opens for those who have been filtered by the 15-year silence. You have the Code. You have the Map. Now, you must choose to Stabilize.

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A silent dark blanket lays above us Only the far away hum of insects could be heard And you were there beside me I think I felt at peace for once Like actually content As much as I miss you I hope that one day You'll look back And remember the stars

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Dec 23, 2025

Dec 23, 2025 at 2:50 PM UTC

Raining_Ashes

Remember

A silent dark blanket lays above us Only the far away hum of insects could be heard And you were there beside me I think I felt at peace for once Like actually content As much as I miss you I hope that one day You'll look back And remember the stars

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I am Heaven I am Peace Life Love Fear Hurt Pain Sadness I am Sadistically Committed to Being Peacefully Happy

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Dec 12, 2019

Dec 12, 2019 at 4:52 PM UTC

HCF

Sadistically Committed to Being Peacefully Happy

I am Heaven I am Peace Life Love Fear Hurt Pain Sadness I am Sadistically Committed to Being Peacefully Happy

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People seemingly vanish all the time But where are they if you're in the same place? And here I sit still writing within mine Amidst the candles glow I see your face There is no curse that cannot be broken Your aftermath leaves etchings on my heart That equates to what our love has spoken The emptiness that feels tears me apart But here I remain, still, right where I sit Along on my hands I count the great stars As the path I must now take back is lit Back, once more, I go to where this all starts What has been sleeps peacefully in the past Tenderly taken by a love at last

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Nov 25, 2018

Nov 25, 2018 at 6:55 PM UTC

jurtin-albine

Sonnet #14 Yes, end no

People seemingly vanish all the time But where are they if you're in the same place? And here I sit still writing within mine Amidst the candles glow I see your face There is no curse that cannot be broken Your aftermath leaves etchings on my heart That equates to what our love has spoken The emptiness that feels tears me apart But here I remain, still, right where I sit Along on my hands I count the great stars As the path I must now take back is lit Back, once more, I go to where this all starts What has been sleeps peacefully in the past Tenderly taken by a love at last

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Today the head from my Buddha broke off And I realized We'll never find peace after a hard fall.

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Nov 14, 2018

Nov 14, 2018 at 3:21 PM UTC

FayAlittle

The Unintended Truth

Today the head from my Buddha broke off And I realized We'll never find peace after a hard fall.

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There's a tightness in my chest as I gasp for air Hugging my frame I wonder how these thoughts began. How had my mind betrayed me so bitterly. I feel as if somedays my vessel leaves me tied in bed in the morning, bringing me the stories of today when it returns tonight. ________________________________________________ "Did I smile today?" She smirks, running her hand through my stale hair. "Yes," She whispers, slipping into the cold covers. "Everyone believed it." I hug her close despite the emptiness she brings me; trying to remember what it was like before she came.

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Nov 2, 2018

Nov 2, 2018 at 11:48 PM UTC

FayAlittle

Hugging The Enemy

There's a tightness in my chest as I gasp for air Hugging my frame I wonder how these thoughts began. How had my mind betrayed me so bitterly. I feel as if somedays my vessel leaves me tied in bed in the morning, bringing me the stories of today when it returns tonight. ________________________________________________ "Did I smile today?" She smirks, running her hand through my stale hair. "Yes," She whispers, slipping into the cold covers. "Everyone believed it." I hug her close despite the emptiness she brings me; trying to remember what it was like before she came.

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I love to linger on the memories. Let them be the good ones, Or be them the sour memories, View them in repeat mode, Even if they turn bitter finally. You might remember it too, Once I loved you through, Unloving was not impossible for you.

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May 13, 2017

May 13, 2017 at 4:21 AM UTC

Atul

Memories

I love to linger on the memories. Let them be the good ones, Or be them the sour memories, View them in repeat mode, Even if they turn bitter finally. You might remember it too, Once I loved you through, Unloving was not impossible for you.

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A new born to some years old Cute, happy and smiling soul Words weren't a need at all No complaints or demands I recall I don't know what and how I thought I don't know if I cared or not But as I learned understanding what people said I started confusing myself in my head Listening and talking the talks, I learnt Thinking weird things, do's and don'ts Restless my mind Never ending my thoughts Shame on this mind For not understanding The understanding disease I'd caught All began unraveling with what people said And the talks in this mind that stayed Sowed the very first of them in the mind To reap every word and it's kinds It did reap I enjoyed listening a lot I enjoyed blabbering words I enjoyed thinking the thoughts But what it reaped Ripped my peace of mind And Now When I try to keep it quiet Inside I feel The peace.... Peacefully died!

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Apr 6, 2017

Apr 6, 2017 at 8:02 PM UTC

Pladd42

Peacefully Inside

A new born to some years old Cute, happy and smiling soul Words weren't a need at all No complaints or demands I recall I don't know what and how I thought I don't know if I cared or not But as I learned understanding what people said I started confusing myself in my head Listening and talking the talks, I learnt Thinking weird things, do's and don'ts Restless my mind Never ending my thoughts Shame on this mind For not understanding The understanding disease I'd caught All began unraveling with what people said And the talks in this mind that stayed Sowed the very first of them in the mind To reap every word and it's kinds It did reap I enjoyed listening a lot I enjoyed blabbering words I enjoyed thinking the thoughts But what it reaped Ripped my peace of mind And Now When I try to keep it quiet Inside I feel The peace.... Peacefully died!

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Wind chimes rocked his baby bye to sleep, while the baby's mother laid awake and weeped. Scared she couldn't give that precious what he needs. The baby's father kept a note to read, always gone, and never gets to sleep. The future and the past was all they held dear, they missed a baby's breathing peacefully.

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Apr 1, 2016

Apr 1, 2016 at 7:35 PM UTC

FloresAlgernon

Wind Chimes

Wind chimes rocked his baby bye to sleep, while the baby's mother laid awake and weeped. Scared she couldn't give that precious what he needs. The baby's father kept a note to read, always gone, and never gets to sleep. The future and the past was all they held dear, they missed a baby's breathing peacefully.

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I dream peacefully And hardly dream Of peace. -- Eleanor

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Mar 11, 2016

Mar 11, 2016 at 3:33 PM UTC

EleanorRigby

Peace

I dream peacefully And hardly dream Of peace. -- Eleanor

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Silence... is the only thing I hear Darkness... is the only thing I see But there's no fear since there's only peace here underwater where i'm floating half asleep. Slowly... I close my eyes Still underwater and lured by the peace I finally fall asleep...

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Sep 30, 2015

Sep 30, 2015 at 5:23 PM UTC

HeidiHenriksen

Rest in Peace

Silence... is the only thing I hear Darkness... is the only thing I see But there's no fear since there's only peace here underwater where i'm floating half asleep. Slowly... I close my eyes Still underwater and lured by the peace I finally fall asleep...

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i just want to sleep peacefully and never wake up.

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Apr 25, 2014

Apr 25, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC

starlightning

#3 (10w)

i just want to sleep peacefully and never wake up.

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