#tiring - Hello Poetry

this verbal wishing well, appreciated, a nut of good intentions but drives me deeper into de-spare-ing downing detentions, for it is only the article's genuine genius, that elevates the human spiritus, to godlike status no ditty this, but a wail, shriek, for human touch is gift so greatest, that any day passing without either, neither but both, 'tis one truly wasted, a deduction on our calculus of inited^ human intuitions, a failure of our greatest inventions a subtraction of our gainful living, a purposed ecstasy our one and only inexact measure of measurement that defies pedantic notions of things of weight or volume, but extends our own existence sans the armies of embrace, the electric elected syncing, of the shocking sharing of closing the borders of divided spaces, a soft contusion, a realized illusion a de minimus of our days, a lessening of our lessons, a loss of earning livingness, a nail in our coffined basket, and here to cease without surcease, the elemental incalculable numbered members of our total human races, that so tragic in a twenty four expiry, that the bonding of affection goes unexpressed... offer you my armory of arms, cleanse us both with showered kisses, inform you thus of our emboldened connection, voiding these lowlife separators of lineage divisors, what matter color, gender, chosen god nomenclature, any of this nonsensical human inventions for distancing divested human beings from each other tho eyes closed, and all our senses flaring, when we confirm what we were born knowing, there is nothing greater than the human touch PostScript my first and best poem of the day, how it came to me goes unbeknownst, but will practice what is preached with any and all willing encountered souls, and perhaps, come-end of day, will write, once more, one more, re heaven on earth 7:02am Tue Sep Thirty Two Thousand and Twenty Five. nml

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Sep 30, 2025

Sep 30, 2025 at 7:13 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

Upon awakening: a tiring of "hugs and kisses"

this verbal wishing well, appreciated, a nut of good intentions but drives me deeper into de-spare-ing downing detentions, for it is only the article's genuine genius, that elevates the human spiritus, to godlike status no ditty this, but a wail, shriek, for human touch is gift so greatest, that any day passing without either, neither but both, 'tis one truly wasted, a deduction on our calculus of inited^ human intuitions, a failure of our greatest inventions a subtraction of our gainful living, a purposed ecstasy our one and only inexact measure of measurement that defies pedantic notions of things of weight or volume, but extends our own existence sans the armies of embrace, the electric elected syncing, of the shocking sharing of closing the borders of divided spaces, a soft contusion, a realized illusion a de minimus of our days, a lessening of our lessons, a loss of earning livingness, a nail in our coffined basket, and here to cease without surcease, the elemental incalculable numbered members of our total human races, that so tragic in a twenty four expiry, that the bonding of affection goes unexpressed... offer you my armory of arms, cleanse us both with showered kisses, inform you thus of our emboldened connection, voiding these lowlife separators of lineage divisors, what matter color, gender, chosen god nomenclature, any of this nonsensical human inventions for distancing divested human beings from each other tho eyes closed, and all our senses flaring, when we confirm what we were born knowing, there is nothing greater than the human touch PostScript my first and best poem of the day, how it came to me goes unbeknownst, but will practice what is preached with any and all willing encountered souls, and perhaps, come-end of day, will write, once more, one more, re heaven on earth 7:02am Tue Sep Thirty Two Thousand and Twenty Five. nml