#witnessing - Hello Poetry

Tomorrow proves A host of elegant parties Has a wish, alive in the secret of loves Made to order, meant to form curiosity, carries Them Energy in the stir, of avoiding eyes A shrewder mercy, is in the name of pretty, whim Is a clashing world, to finish the pace of response to wry's Echoes of love, in every soul's hand Showing true, the skip of light we need Has come of age, hasn't the sense of an open land But with a cope, beauty is to be the composure we lead... To water, surreality Long before a quiet response is a private eye We found your silence, in the integrity of the rain Where one, is won to wander into that wish, with why... It must of... Sharing is a collected breast, to worth... The courage of others is for a rainbow, to love... Time is a little more ghost, than a seed of birth... Emotions, are like this... But time is a driven mind, to remember a shall for a swallow Of poignancy, in the shadow of an angel that stole bliss With your eyesight, still staring at the right, to leave with a how... Purpose beyond... Here to fare, a quieter answer to the question Let by your stare, in the sit of another drink, with a moment gone Do archaic flies coming and going, remember you so drunk, that hate is in season?

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Jan 21

Jan 21, 2026 at 12:46 PM UTC

david-hilburn

The Four Season's (See Food Parties Angelically...)

Tomorrow proves A host of elegant parties Has a wish, alive in the secret of loves Made to order, meant to form curiosity, carries Them Energy in the stir, of avoiding eyes A shrewder mercy, is in the name of pretty, whim Is a clashing world, to finish the pace of response to wry's Echoes of love, in every soul's hand Showing true, the skip of light we need Has come of age, hasn't the sense of an open land But with a cope, beauty is to be the composure we lead... To water, surreality Long before a quiet response is a private eye We found your silence, in the integrity of the rain Where one, is won to wander into that wish, with why... It must of... Sharing is a collected breast, to worth... The courage of others is for a rainbow, to love... Time is a little more ghost, than a seed of birth... Emotions, are like this... But time is a driven mind, to remember a shall for a swallow Of poignancy, in the shadow of an angel that stole bliss With your eyesight, still staring at the right, to leave with a how... Purpose beyond... Here to fare, a quieter answer to the question Let by your stare, in the sit of another drink, with a moment gone Do archaic flies coming and going, remember you so drunk, that hate is in season?

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…battle is lost, your wounds are open breathing has stopped, you're lying there broken busy telling you, 'get up', 'wake up' 'open your eyes' 'come on please…' but you've come this far (i love you) now rest (i love you) (don't go) in peace (please...)

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Dec 1, 2020

Dec 1, 2020 at 3:19 PM UTC

maplestacy

a witness

…battle is lost, your wounds are open breathing has stopped, you're lying there broken busy telling you, 'get up', 'wake up' 'open your eyes' 'come on please…' but you've come this far (i love you) now rest (i love you) (don't go) in peace (please...)

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Leftovers... Sometimes they eat just like a gourmet rocket ship landed on the moon And other times Well, other times... They could be the last stop just before the garbage can The real Last Super.. After.. Realization. .....for crimes that had never been comitted If The Word says.. "I love you.. " Which one woild it be? Garbage returned? Or Garbage dumped out? Pure Essence of Life.. pouring thru the space between fingers... Now forgotten hand's Divine Givingness Judas Price Gold for Some And bloods watery emptiness for others ****** for Greed Death of Christ Tears are the realness of a Mothers Touch taken away Witnessed, by God's Own Law, Compassion. Are their any who passed?

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Mar 22, 2016

Mar 22, 2016 at 11:54 PM UTC

kw3

Leftovers

Leftovers... Sometimes they eat just like a gourmet rocket ship landed on the moon And other times Well, other times... They could be the last stop just before the garbage can The real Last Super.. After.. Realization. .....for crimes that had never been comitted If The Word says.. "I love you.. " Which one woild it be? Garbage returned? Or Garbage dumped out? Pure Essence of Life.. pouring thru the space between fingers... Now forgotten hand's Divine Givingness Judas Price Gold for Some And bloods watery emptiness for others ****** for Greed Death of Christ Tears are the realness of a Mothers Touch taken away Witnessed, by God's Own Law, Compassion. Are their any who passed?

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