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"pridefulness" poems
I loved you with soft kisses and warm hugs with t-ball pictures in a scrapbook and eating ice cream with your little sister the first time her heart was broken I came to you in my love with hands to hold when things got hard and a smile to share when the world gave you a favor My intentions were always laced with your happiness in mind I wanted nothing more than to cheer for you in pridefulness when you proved them all wrong but also to walk you home in the dark when you struck out I loved you with all the stars in the sky with every word in the books with every tear in my heart loving someone like that filled many holes I didn't know were there it showed a side of me I didn't recognize A side of me I wanted to stick around I loved you with soft kisses and warm hugs with laced fingertips and galaxies through the freckles on your back you loved me with lustful touch and half chuckles with clenched fist and a hesitant heart I know we lived two completely different love stories you found chaos in the same place I laid mine to rest This is why we could never try the times we would never last loving as we did you see you never fell in love with the oceans in my eyes or the tenderness in my voice you were searching for a violent love in my peaceful heart I suppose you didn't know you'd found a girl who could make a home out of your getaway car
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Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 8:05 PM UTC
The Getaway Boy
Flowing like the water baby This is what his problem Maybe take the world it makes you crazy This is what is to me. Astronauts become so lazy they don't tell us thet there leaving. Can I get a kiss goodbye or something that you always tell me. Lies, lies lies,lies That's all I hear! Die,die, die, die Or disappear Hook: I'm so out of here I disappear I disappear Shine your light ,shine your light!! Be Reveal... Be revealed.... Pridefulness is what you want You cover up the goldly stuff And satans gunna make you lunch So foolish when it comes to this Son of God we need your love Like a whole in one that's playing cause I never seen the difference of A perfect one to helps cause Lies(4x) That's all we hear Die(4x) Or disappear Hook: I'm so out of here I disappear I disappear Shine your light ,shine your light!! Be Reveal... Be revealed
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Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 6:14 PM UTC
Be Revealed..
Look at how we treat our dear young men Appointed to do our ***** work While we are sitting down in comfort in our homes We ask them to ****** for our sins Please do not hold your head down so low And know that I forgive you from the bottom of The hollow space that used to be my soul Before it was stolen in the heartbreak of the world Their hearts are laden down and bowed With lead and the things we never should have left unsaid Those things that are beating through their heads And bruising all the beautiful clear air “Little child listen close to me” But do not hold their words as law They have not seen the sights That you wish you’d never saw Maybe all you want is to go home To curl up with the blankets up around your chin To have a hand to hold as memories walk by To have someone to hold you while you cry The pain you go through I do no pretend to comprehend I will not insult you in that way I can thank you for the days I live But how can I apologize For those who will not see the sun’s sweet light Even one more time With their dead and open staring eyes Please do not hold your head so low And pay your penance out with honor Serve your sentence and know That there is pridefulness in lingering too long On things that only God above can heal Let the gentling tide of evening come But do not walk in shame you did not earn Perhaps you did things you do not want to own You thought once that you were serving for the good My life and the lives of others You have swayed Are precious to us and our families More than diamonds or foreign gems of jade Please do not hold your head so low Maybe you feel a debt But do not walk in shame you did not earn There is pridefulness in lingering too long On things that only God above can heal
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Sep 2, 2011
Sep 2, 2011 at 8:41 PM UTC
I Have Known Too Many Vets
Look at how we treat our dear young men Appointed to do our ***** work While we are sitting down in comfort in our homes We ask them to ****** for our sins Please do not hold your head down so low And know that I forgive you from the bottom of The hollow space that used to be my soul Before it was stolen in the heartbreak of the world Their hearts are laden down and bowed With lead and the things we never should have left unsaid Those things that are beating through their heads And bruising all the beautiful clear air “Little child listen close to me” But do not hold their words as law They have not seen the sights That you wish you’d never saw Maybe all you want is to go home To curl up with the blankets up around your chin To have a hand to hold as memories walk by To have someone to hold you while you cry The pain you go through I do no pretend to comprehend I will not insult you in that way I can thank you for the days I live But how can I apologize For those who will not see the sun’s sweet light Even one more time With their dead and open staring eyes Please do not hold your head so low And pay your penance out with honor Serve your sentence and know That there is pridefulness in lingering too long On things that only God above can heal Let the gentling tide of evening come But do not walk in shame you did not earn Perhaps you did things you do not want to own You thought once that you were serving for the good My life and the lives of others You have swayed Are precious to us and our families More than diamonds or foreign gems of jade Please do not hold your head so low Maybe you feel a debt But do not walk in shame you did not earn There is pridefulness in lingering too long On things that only God above can heal
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Emotion is linear when I have clarity I observe the unknown It isn't civil to express benevolence without remembering your own Moments construe laments of pridefulness without knowing what to do I sink deep while unfurling the truth Your eyes gleamed when you told stories of home You protected hope The sacred bond elapses Being my father was nothing more than to provide the savior faire for me to cope The impossibility to live up to your standards To seek demeaning attention To breathe only when told to You showed me that standards were of my own To expose the will I had to be good at something I enjoy The garden you mailed to me is something I still take care of You taught me things are meant to fall apart so I can put them together I hold on to your spirit because my children will know The garden you made was real enough for me to grow
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Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 2:53 AM UTC
Letter to my Dad
Know that if anything good ever comes out of me, it is nothing I have done; it is through the Holy Spirit working in me that God is glorifying Himself. I could never praise or exalt God. Only by my death daily and His resurrection through me with His Spirit will great things happen for the Lord. Let me turn from any thoughts that "I" have done anything in my life and know with all my soul that Everything is God and I am nothing but dirt. Take away pridefulness in all forms whether I know it's there or not; just point it out to me if the devil has somehow blinded me to it. Make my weak spirit strengthened to praise You ,with your Holy Spirit inside of me.
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Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 2:48 AM UTC
Pray
Yes I do I believe one day you will see how much your missing me. I'm scarred ..that day it was so dark, The moon and the stars I use to count them to tell you... ..Don't trip don't quit where would you begin if I just left you would say "I'm missing you". But it's hard your pridefulness has blind you. Plz oh plz don't go that's all I want.. But my heart is overwhelmed of being ignored! I don't want to lay by your side, I'm tired of you You. If you don't text oh it's alright, I'm so numb to you You. But I DONT WANT TO THINK THIS TONIGHT. I was reaching out to you I text and I call? I payed for shirts and shoes I've given you I've given you more then what you gave me.
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Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 7:11 AM UTC
Lay me down
I comport myself with quiet pridefulness, plus intellectual whimsy aware that "FAKE" pretentiousness, could be mistaken foreign egotistical vitae furthering, feathering and figuratively undermining jestingly, poetically, and zealously oozing, gushing, bubbling over with faux snobbish suave re: pulse sieve literary fatuous haughtiness, and ludicrous narcissistic pre ning all the while chuckling to me self, and indifferent if some anonymous browser with Dutchman's breeches rolled up upon cresting wave over Zyder Zee disparages mine harmless badinage, hence if ye might qualify as such nitpicker, who doth cavil - dee crying wading thru quagmire of verbiage, a gentle reply to thee might be more wise to turn energy toward, how in many another country the village people haint so free spouting, sporting, and spoiling, vis a vis intellectual sparring (albeit innocent) black barbs hatch chee ving, and raising urgent attention against he (who **** squelching constitutional rights) re: pressing, rescinding, reviling, et cetera access toward key underpinnings within these fifty constituent United States of America beckon alacrity for obliging citizens across all points of the compass to alee v8 his indiscriminate flee sing, sans bedrock nation could tee tear on the brink of calamity, which political plug quite inadequate to staunch hemorrhaging, viz upending many a sacred liberty, and foo to you reprimanding against any agree gee us objection to pen about polly lee ticks and/or religion!
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Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 2:45 PM UTC
No Inflated Cheekiness For This Logophile
I comport myself with quiet pridefulness, plus intellectual whimsy aware that "FAKE" pretentiousness, could be mistaken foreign egotistical vitae furthering, feathering and figuratively undermining jestingly, poetically, and zealously oozing, gushing, bubbling over with faux snobbish suave re: pulse sieve literary fatuous haughtiness, and ludicrous narcissistic pre ning all the while chuckling to me self, and indifferent if some anonymous browser with Dutchman's breeches rolled up upon cresting wave over Zyder Zee disparages mine harmless badinage, hence if ye might qualify as such nitpicker, who doth cavil - dee crying wading thru quagmire of verbiage, a gentle reply to thee might be more wise to turn energy toward, how in many another country the village people haint so free spouting, sporting, and spoiling, vis a vis intellectual sparring (albeit innocent) black barbs hatch chee ving, and raising urgent attention against he (who **** squelching constitutional rights) re: pressing, rescinding, reviling, et cetera access toward key underpinnings within these fifty constituent United States of America beckon alacrity for obliging citizens across all points of the compass to alee v8 his indiscriminate flee sing, sans bedrock nation could tee tear on the brink of calamity, which political plug quite inadequate to staunch hemorrhaging, viz upending many a sacred liberty, and foo to you reprimanding against any agree gee us objection to pen about polly lee ticks and/or religion!
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Honor your ancestors, yes? But some take that to extremes. Even going so far As to apply it to themselves, In the physical sense & mental. That being the oldest of them, Instinct & emotion. For to them the mind is wasted, For them the body is nothing. For them the mind is nothing, For to the body of it is wasted. In the sense that they are anymore Man than any other kind of animal, A concept so tiringly clung to. So thoroughly discussed is mankind That its philosophies are disgusting, Unrecognizably distorted. Those in actuality & reality, Cloaked by sick games of telephone. For to honor pridefulness, For to shame modesty. For from pride is derived honor, For from shame is made modest. If by death die the lies, Then execution is the only honesty. Then dying is the truest mercy. For therein, what is just? If in the journey of life We have neglected to have collected That of the mind; If in the path of destiny We have stalled not to have gathered That of the soul: To have connection to nothing, Free from attachment, But not to have been liberated. For three are the siblings. Yet, thee are siblings; How shamefully you treat family, How scornful you are of relatives. Friends? No! Acquaintances? Not! Neighbors? Get lost! What fields you salt With crops you allow rot, Clipping the stems of the spoiled And smashing in the ripened. Countless leaves of these branches.
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Mar 28, 2025
Mar 28, 2025 at 11:18 PM UTC
As Of Superstition, I Would Welcome Crucifixion