"saeng" poems - Hello Poetry

[9/28/13 6:07:47 AM] Saeng Graham: on earth does not mean , they were born from the same time realm [9/28/13 6:08:02 AM] Saeng Graham: this puts them in perspective [9/28/13 6:08:07 AM] Saeng Graham: well - for example [9/28/13 6:08:15 AM] Saeng Graham: my twin akemi whom you heard sing [9/28/13 6:08:22 AM] Saeng Graham: well she's actually my younger twin sister [9/28/13 6:08:24 AM] Saeng Graham: fire [9/28/13 6:08:32 AM] Saeng Graham: but because we both are from 2 years apart , [9/28/13 6:08:45 AM] Saeng Graham: and are bOTH gemini [9/28/13 6:08:47 AM] Saeng Graham: there's a counter balance [9/28/13 6:08:51 AM] Saeng Graham: - [9/28/13 6:09:07 AM] Saeng Graham: i THINK [9/28/13 6:09:07 AM] Saeng Graham: so i think - [9/28/13 6:09:09 AM] Saeng Graham: maybe [9/28/13 6:09:12 AM] Saeng Graham: thata [9/28/13 6:09:24 AM] Saeng Graham: you are my counterbalance - imaginary friend from your childhood [9/28/13 6:09:42 AM] Saeng Graham: and you are mine - kinda like doing pulling each other up throughout time and space [9/28/13 6:09:52 AM] Saeng Graham: '''''''''''' [9/28/13 6:09:55 AM] Saeng Graham: so. [9/28/13 6:10:08 AM] Saeng Graham: now we've defined that YOUR act form is VERY MUCH NOW IN THE '3D' WORLD [9/28/13 6:10:17 AM] Saeng Graham: OR AT LEAST [9/28/13 6:10:22 AM] Saeng Graham: your essence - is possible in that form [9/28/13 6:10:25 AM] Saeng Graham: weellllllll [9/28/13 6:10:29 AM] Saeng Graham: then anything is possible [9/28/13 6:10:34 AM] Saeng Graham: SO IF YOU ARE STILL HERE [9/28/13 6:10:37 AM] Saeng Graham: AT THIS POINT [9/28/13 6:10:39 AM] Saeng Graham: I'VE GOT A PARROT ON MY SHOULDER [9/28/13 6:10:44 AM] Saeng Graham: AN EYE PATCH ON MY EYE [9/28/13 6:10:49 AM] Saeng Graham: AND I'M ABOUT TO ROCK YOUR ***** ****** WORLD [9/28/13 6:10:54 AM] Saeng Graham: jokes - [9/28/13 6:10:59 AM] Saeng Graham: it's double at.....jazz hands - [9/28/13 6:11:13 AM] Saeng Graham: shot of moonshine [9/28/13 6:11:17 AM] Saeng Graham: **** of spicy morning zoot [9/28/13 6:11:22 AM] Saeng Graham: and some roiboosh tea, [9/28/13 6:11:27 AM] Saeng Graham: a little bit of wine [9/28/13 6:11:37 AM] Saeng Graham: some smutted rasberrys and age old pistachios [9/28/13 6:11:38 AM] Saeng Graham: which hum [9/28/13 6:13:03 AM] Saeng Graham: frightful actually , how ************* scary bryce is.. like....i wouldn't like to have my 'revenge' concocted by him...dark kind guy....nice...but dark....arty kinda dark...so you know it's the kind of super smart kinda dark......but then super emotion kinda dark too....they aren't that hard to spot.... [9/28/13 6:13:11 AM] Saeng Graham: but the bryce i'm talking about [9/28/13 6:13:17 AM] Saeng Graham: - yeah he's all over the place [9/28/13 6:13:20 AM] Saeng Graham: always with the bee's [9/28/13 6:13:22 AM] Saeng Graham: and stuff

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Sep 28, 2013

Sep 28, 2013 at 2:54 AM UTC

Fah

just because people are born on the same day...

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**A note: Notice what feeling, if any, arise when reading the writing in-between the stars, let it breathe and keep that feeling or no feeling until a new one arises. - Saeng-Fah ** * the tickling smile that only ever , ever appears on the corner of lips * Don’t lose your head , we’re all mad in here. Sumptuously deliciously mad. * the last , late rainstorm, unexpected, a long time after the rainy season had ended * The signs are just so queer…like nothing you’ve imagined, * the slight intrigue that feels familiar * before, it had seemed that there was no tomorrow or yesterday…* the look *…well it’s almost too good to be true, because there isin’t. Swimming in the water all you can do is float. There is no time to build to that point where there is acceptance, like the time right now. That all we have is time, all we create, all we collide into is the time we make. creepy guy, standing at the street corner, writing rhymes under the street lamp, who you thought was an ax murderer as you walked by All we spiral out of makes more, of whatever we built time with last time that’s fo sho!! dips his hat at you as you pass by, the night all of a sudden get’s serious but stop making it and start feeling it, well then… * the sigh of the wind ripples a stalk of wheat, where a ladybird sits, she has 16 spots, all around her spreads a field of yellow wheat ablaze in the afternoon sunlight. Under the Oak tree sits the french boy from downtown Paris, he softly strums the guitar as he hears the drumbeat. Beyond the tree lies the open Savannah, the planes where we run wild, where we run free, two by two, i’ll be the crow or will you be the fox? Never mind dear, we’ll be a mixture of the two. Slip in and out of each others forms. I don’t even know who’s who anymore, or where i put that last potion…ahh which one was it?….ahh After several hours of delay , and drinking coffee from the stand where there was a guy who smelt like tacos and several types of salsa, our gate was finally opened it was the smoke from the caterpillars lips….* Now we’ve arrived here, we may as well just stay… It’s the cough scenic route. cough

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Jul 26, 2013

Jul 26, 2013 at 3:04 PM UTC

Fah

Rains Of Faith in a Desert of Desire

**A note: Notice what feeling, if any, arise when reading the writing in-between the stars, let it breathe and keep that feeling or no feeling until a new one arises. - Saeng-Fah ** * the tickling smile that only ever , ever appears on the corner of lips * Don’t lose your head , we’re all mad in here. Sumptuously deliciously mad. * the last , late rainstorm, unexpected, a long time after the rainy season had ended * The signs are just so queer…like nothing you’ve imagined, * the slight intrigue that feels familiar * before, it had seemed that there was no tomorrow or yesterday…* the look *…well it’s almost too good to be true, because there isin’t. Swimming in the water all you can do is float. There is no time to build to that point where there is acceptance, like the time right now. That all we have is time, all we create, all we collide into is the time we make. creepy guy, standing at the street corner, writing rhymes under the street lamp, who you thought was an ax murderer as you walked by All we spiral out of makes more, of whatever we built time with last time that’s fo sho!! dips his hat at you as you pass by, the night all of a sudden get’s serious but stop making it and start feeling it, well then… * the sigh of the wind ripples a stalk of wheat, where a ladybird sits, she has 16 spots, all around her spreads a field of yellow wheat ablaze in the afternoon sunlight. Under the Oak tree sits the french boy from downtown Paris, he softly strums the guitar as he hears the drumbeat. Beyond the tree lies the open Savannah, the planes where we run wild, where we run free, two by two, i’ll be the crow or will you be the fox? Never mind dear, we’ll be a mixture of the two. Slip in and out of each others forms. I don’t even know who’s who anymore, or where i put that last potion…ahh which one was it?….ahh After several hours of delay , and drinking coffee from the stand where there was a guy who smelt like tacos and several types of salsa, our gate was finally opened it was the smoke from the caterpillars lips….* Now we’ve arrived here, we may as well just stay… It’s the cough scenic route. cough

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Really Saeng-Fah, are we going to have another day of chiding your self for things you don’t need to chide yourself for Or hating yourself for small supposed mistakes when upon later reflection were fine Where does this tension holed up in the side of your skull escape to when you smoke that zoot or **** that man, dance all night , hold yourself close Roll into the avenues of peaches and crème my dear girl they are yours for the taking They are yours for the making They are yours hallucinating is all we are doing . We can not stop wrongs The game plan too strong Follow the half baked road to redemption, nestle in amongst the feelings of unsureness Whistle the tune of freedom Live well Today – Breathe , cinnamon chai tea steam smoke as first break fast The day has barely begun, the growing stronger sunlight shines through window pane , hitting shutters of light brown wood, the ****** of a wind chime plays her notes here and there , whilst the sounds of the human created habitat plays on. The sigh of a bus coming to a stop, the crunch of a streetcar on tracks

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Apr 11, 2014

Apr 11, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC

Fah

Roll into the avenues of peaches and crème my dear girl

Really Saeng-Fah, are we going to have another day of chiding your self for things you don’t need to chide yourself for Or hating yourself for small supposed mistakes when upon later reflection were fine Where does this tension holed up in the side of your skull escape to when you smoke that zoot or **** that man, dance all night , hold yourself close Roll into the avenues of peaches and crème my dear girl they are yours for the taking They are yours for the making They are yours hallucinating is all we are doing . We can not stop wrongs The game plan too strong Follow the half baked road to redemption, nestle in amongst the feelings of unsureness Whistle the tune of freedom Live well Today – Breathe , cinnamon chai tea steam smoke as first break fast The day has barely begun, the growing stronger sunlight shines through window pane , hitting shutters of light brown wood, the ****** of a wind chime plays her notes here and there , whilst the sounds of the human created habitat plays on. The sigh of a bus coming to a stop, the crunch of a streetcar on tracks

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