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"seeth" poems
If 't be true i ev'r befall to meeteth myself, i'd sitteth graciously on silence's table, and studyeth mine own evolved, yet un-evolv'd self, undisturbed, unhurried, un-agitated, by w'rld's brightest gulf . and smileth backeth, as i seeth myself. if 't be true i ev'r befall to meeteth myself, i'd sitteth comf'rtably on peace's table, and gaze mine own wounded, yet un-wound'd self, un-agitated, un-deviated, unmoved, by w'rld's s'rry self . and smileth backeth, as i seeth myself. if 't be true i ev'r befall to meeteth myself, i'd sitteth calmly on agony's table, and obs'rve mine own painful, yet not painful self, unmoved, undaunted, unleashed, by w'rld's weirdest self, . and smileth backeth, as i seeth myself. if 't be true i ev'r befall to meeteth myself, i'd sitteth fain on glee's table, with mine own eyes smiling, and smiling at myself, unaffected, unguarded, unremitted, by w'rld's unrequit'd self . and grineth backeth, at myself. if 't be true i ev'r befall to meeteth myself, twill forsooth beest a did bless, contending  miracle, as yond's at which hour i couldst pateth & greeteth myself, in real, in real, in real! and maketh this fact p'rceivable, yond our w'rld may sure oft hest struggles, and our m're existence in t, may just beest negligible, but we nev'r gotta f'rget to stayeth hopeful, smileth and giggle, nay matt'r how hard the struggles, as yond's the most wondrous fuel, yond can oft causeth miracles, in a w'rld, so obsess'd with struggles! And then with a sigheth, a blooming grineth, yet a sparkling desire within, i'll did bid myself, a farewell
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Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 5:42 AM UTC
If I Ever Meet Myself (Shakespearean version)
If 't be true i ev'r befall to meeteth myself, i'd sitteth graciously on silence's table, and studyeth mine own evolved, yet un-evolv'd self, undisturbed, unhurried, un-agitated, by w'rld's brightest gulf . and smileth backeth, as i seeth myself. if 't be true i ev'r befall to meeteth myself, i'd sitteth comf'rtably on peace's table, and gaze mine own wounded, yet un-wound'd self, un-agitated, un-deviated, unmoved, by w'rld's s'rry self . and smileth backeth, as i seeth myself. if 't be true i ev'r befall to meeteth myself, i'd sitteth calmly on agony's table, and obs'rve mine own painful, yet not painful self, unmoved, undaunted, unleashed, by w'rld's weirdest self, . and smileth backeth, as i seeth myself. if 't be true i ev'r befall to meeteth myself, i'd sitteth fain on glee's table, with mine own eyes smiling, and smiling at myself, unaffected, unguarded, unremitted, by w'rld's unrequit'd self . and grineth backeth, at myself. if 't be true i ev'r befall to meeteth myself, twill forsooth beest a did bless, contending  miracle, as yond's at which hour i couldst pateth & greeteth myself, in real, in real, in real! and maketh this fact p'rceivable, yond our w'rld may sure oft hest struggles, and our m're existence in t, may just beest negligible, but we nev'r gotta f'rget to stayeth hopeful, smileth and giggle, nay matt'r how hard the struggles, as yond's the most wondrous fuel, yond can oft causeth miracles, in a w'rld, so obsess'd with struggles! And then with a sigheth, a blooming grineth, yet a sparkling desire within, i'll did bid myself, a farewell
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A voracious beast devours my Husband Distraught and upset I must put on a strong face for him Every day I watch him grow paler and more thin At night my dreams are consumed with needles, prescriptions IV tubing and bad food swirl in the mix In his eyes I see an exhausted spirit on the edge The need to protect is a driving force within me Hospitals should be more sterile HE HAS A ******* FAILURE OF THE BONE MARROW PEOPLE The next school of medicine reject who doesn't wash their hands Will have them cheerily  burned off...by me On the inside I seeth and cry, throw a child's tantrum on the floor Unfair does not even begin to describe the pain he has endured Some would say to let him go, **** you** They just do not know us For my exterior is made up of stone Supported by a frame of steel I will never give up We have a will of iron A malignancy has no control over our strength Into the coming war of medical procedures we are defiant Strong and Worthy We will never give up
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May 10, 2012
May 10, 2012 at 5:06 PM UTC
Aplastic Anemia
John 13:34 ( king james bible) christ speaking--- A new commandment I give unto you, That ye love one another; as I have loved you, that ye also love one another. 35By this shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye have love one to another. 1 John 7-21 7Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God. 8He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love. 9In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent his only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through him. 10Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins. 11Beloved, if God so loved us, we ought also to love one another. 12No man hath seen God at any time. If we love one another, God dwelleth in us, and his love is perfected in us. 13Hereby know we that we dwell in him, and he in us, because he hath given us of his Spirit. 14And we have seen and do testify that the Father sent the Son to be the Saviour of the world. 15Whosoever shall confess that Jesus is the Son of God, God dwelleth in him, and he in God. 16And we have known and believed the love that God hath to us. God is love; and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him. 17Herein is our love made perfect, that we may have boldness in the day of judgment: because as he is, so are we in this world. 18There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love. 19We love him, because he first loved us. 20If a man say, I love God, and hateth his brother, he is a liar: for he that loveth not his brother whom he hath seen, how can he love God whom he hath not seen? 21And this commandment have we from him, That he who loveth God love his brother also. 1 john- 3:11-24 11For this is the message that ye heard from the beginning, that we should love one another. 12Not as Cain, who was of that wicked one, and slew his brother. And wherefore slew he him? Because his own works were evil, and his brother's righteous. 13Marvel not, my brethren, if the world hate you. 14We know that we have passed from death unto life, because we love the brethren. He that loveth not his brother abideth in death. 15Whosoever hateth his brother is a murderer: and ye know that no murderer hath eternal life abiding in him. 16Hereby perceive we the love of God, because he laid down his life for us: and we ought to lay down our lives for the brethren. 17But whoso hath this world's good, and seeth his brother have need, and shutteth up his bowels of compassion from him, how dwelleth the love of God in him? 18My little children, let us not love in word, neither in tongue; but in deed and in truth. 19And hereby we know that we are of the truth, and shall assure our hearts before him. 20For if our heart condemn us, God is greater than our heart, and knoweth all things. 21Beloved, if our heart condemn us not, then have we confidence toward God. 22And whatsoever we ask, we receive of him, because we keep his commandments, and do those things that are pleasing in his sight. 23And this is his commandment, That we should believe on the name of his Son Jesus Christ, and love one another, as he gave us commandment. 24And he that keepeth his commandments dwelleth in him, and he in him. And hereby we know that he abideth in us, by the Spirit which he hath given us.
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Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 11:53 PM UTC
God is love, love is god ( king james bible verses on love, and its importance for this life and the next)
John 13:34 ( king james bible) christ speaking--- A new commandment I give unto you, That ye love one another; as I have loved you, that ye also love one another. 35By this shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye have love one to another. 1 John 7-21 7Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God. 8He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love. 9In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent his only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through him. 10Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins. 11Beloved, if God so loved us, we ought also to love one another. 12No man hath seen God at any time. If we love one another, God dwelleth in us, and his love is perfected in us. 13Hereby know we that we dwell in him, and he in us, because he hath given us of his Spirit. 14And we have seen and do testify that the Father sent the Son to be the Saviour of the world. 15Whosoever shall confess that Jesus is the Son of God, God dwelleth in him, and he in God. 16And we have known and believed the love that God hath to us. God is love; and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him. 17Herein is our love made perfect, that we may have boldness in the day of judgment: because as he is, so are we in this world. 18There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love. 19We love him, because he first loved us. 20If a man say, I love God, and hateth his brother, he is a liar: for he that loveth not his brother whom he hath seen, how can he love God whom he hath not seen? 21And this commandment have we from him, That he who loveth God love his brother also. 1 john- 3:11-24 11For this is the message that ye heard from the beginning, that we should love one another. 12Not as Cain, who was of that wicked one, and slew his brother. And wherefore slew he him? Because his own works were evil, and his brother's righteous. 13Marvel not, my brethren, if the world hate you. 14We know that we have passed from death unto life, because we love the brethren. He that loveth not his brother abideth in death. 15Whosoever hateth his brother is a murderer: and ye know that no murderer hath eternal life abiding in him. 16Hereby perceive we the love of God, because he laid down his life for us: and we ought to lay down our lives for the brethren. 17But whoso hath this world's good, and seeth his brother have need, and shutteth up his bowels of compassion from him, how dwelleth the love of God in him? 18My little children, let us not love in word, neither in tongue; but in deed and in truth. 19And hereby we know that we are of the truth, and shall assure our hearts before him. 20For if our heart condemn us, God is greater than our heart, and knoweth all things. 21Beloved, if our heart condemn us not, then have we confidence toward God. 22And whatsoever we ask, we receive of him, because we keep his commandments, and do those things that are pleasing in his sight. 23And this is his commandment, That we should believe on the name of his Son Jesus Christ, and love one another, as he gave us commandment. 24And he that keepeth his commandments dwelleth in him, and he in him. And hereby we know that he abideth in us, by the Spirit which he hath given us.
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In his absence I retain no charm, I return to a natural violence, no my arms, don't create that alarm that could charge him into that silence ne'er echo, but that primal drum, before manners were ever birthed, bring the silence to my mind, the bum-ha-dum hum, that beat I'll bite, I'll seeth! The heat a mug that clouds my eyes, ne'er dreaming nor baptized, I pray the body, the cross: I exist, and, the limbs, tender, teething, in his bones, in crux I've dreamt my loss. I retain no charm when he is here, For I never hide any whims, or tears.
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Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC
Prime
I am at a loss for words. Why do I feel like a corpse Day in, day out? Today I am famished. Not with a hunger to be satiated with thought But with a candid urgency And a hankering for vengeance. I boil, I seeth. I teeter on the brink. I kiss with tongue And spit out my entrails. They say your ******* is just the end of your mouth, But that's common sense. Have you ever felt terror strike and shine All down your spine? Have you ever been unable to breathe? Sometimes when it's cold outside And you blow cigarette smoke from your mouth You can't tell where the smoke ends And your chilled breath begins. This is what it's like to completely lose yourself. Where do I begin and, more importantly, Where do I end? Am I just smoke on the end of your cigarette? Or am I the glowing ember?
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 2:28 AM UTC
They Promised Me That if You Didn't Sin, The Blood Wouldn't Come
Bang on cue, minions slither and seeth same ole, same ole, predictability of the stunted volume speaks volume as delusions entrenches We are fixated don't shatter our morbid trances The lions of Jada Pinkett not those of Judah the producers of demented illusions from Studio Z We don't deal in truths and reality, we wrinkle too quickly Reality ages us, let just make it up as we go along We need the miseries of those we envy to feed on forget the cut price botox it does nothing for our falling faces We can't even get earth shattering ******* from our duds to lift our moods, so in our minds we own your dolphin What are we going to do with our miseries and mediocrity That strong small herculian dark hero, tied up in chains as we pleasure and play with that renowned mahogany sword   is a fantasy that blows our minds and satiates us real good Scripting an Eastern Love interest we are thwarting is so ****** How dare ruin our fantasies and remind us  we are deluded We can't accept all our combined efforts and dramatics Not to mention our gullible menfolks who skip and hop to our biddings As we tease and rile them to hatred for that swoony stallion. Please keep your truth to yourself. It won't stop us, reality and truth annoys us, we need our chained beast with that wonder mahogany sword Oh that fierce passion, that unleashed weapon in our control Just the thought makes us moist already....ohooo...ohooo..ohhoo
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Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 11:07 AM UTC
We Crave Your Attention.....
God is no God that seeth only in The day but gropeth about at night God is no God that giveth goats But collecteth comely cows as tithe God is no God that is unwise A sort of sucker, stooge and ***** God is no God that knoweth not wrong From rigth regardless of what's done God is no God that simply scorneth And scoffeth at a sinful fall God is no God that despiseth A croaky voice or a hollering call God is no God that doth not help That succoureth nay in sorrow God is no God that doth not care That expresseth no empathy over a woe God is no God that's carried up and Down like Dagon, like a dumb toy God is no God that taketh away Manhood to become a killjoy
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Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 6:20 PM UTC
God Is No Killjoy
There is no subject for which I can even whisper Without your anger spilling out in a shout about any thing You have no self control, you seeth- over a ******* remote control Ordering a pizza is enough to make you very angry No single thing brings you joy that I can tell And I have been looking for a dozen years All I get is anger so I hide, i hide I cannot sit in the rocking chair or it will squeek and **** you off So I hide, i hide. Unable to simply sit in a chair in your presence..I hide I breath- You **** on my sighs and ask why I breath so I must HIDE..I hide I cannot sit, breath, talk...why>?< This is not life, this is all a lie I cannot be me around you your too angry I stay alive because I hide..I HIDE
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May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
I Hide, i hide
i met her so to get her to live her and to love her my stars her and my sun her with my charm i have won her to breathe her and to seeth her i chain her and i whip her i mind her and i blind her with leather i will bind her. i use her and abuse her i sleep her and i peep her i watch her and i weep her for i know i can't keep her. i scream her and i dream her to touch her is too much her i fill her and i till her for her death will i part her.
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Jun 20, 2010
Jun 20, 2010 at 4:54 PM UTC
love song for the criminally insane
Some leaves never give in to autumn but blush red with anger for too long.
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May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 5:09 AM UTC
Seeth
All ye humans ****** earth art thou without conscience?  Reaping on the soil wherein thou soweth not, Thou that poiseneth the sea with thy poisonous science; Is thy heart so callous that it cannot but produce wrath? Woe betide ye parasites feasting on planet earth, Thy experiments have darkened the light of plants; Careth not thou that they venom poisoneth animals to death? Thou that tilleth the ground have ye no sympathy for ants? Ye rippers of earth considereth thou not the health of thy environment? By thy pregnant hands earth regret her existence, Thy inhumanity to nature have forced her to retirement; Art thou not touched by nature's plea for existence? Thy activities have posed itself a threat to thee, Woe betide thee for thou has poisoned nature to death; Seeth not that thou causeth harm to none but thee?  Yet to thy household thou feedeth venom for meat. All ye scavengers of nature and rippers of earth The seed which thou soweth have turned into thorns, Thy rebellious acts have caused thy citizens death;  Willeth thou not spare earth seeing thou causeth nature to cry storms?
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 10:17 AM UTC
Rippers Of Earth
~ *Hear me, and heed my woe, i tryeth to not bethink on Thee …               how thy smileth reaches                             thy eyen and                                     crinkles the c'rn'rs                                                   immensely. Thy confidence, a flame           yond burneth with f'rvent might,    intimidating, yet draweth me in,                             as moth to candle's lighteth. Thy passion is contagious,                  thy excitement a thrill,     i tryeth to not bethink on Thee …                                     but mem'ries ling'r still i tryeth to not bethink on Thee …           as thee gazeth into mine own eyen                                         bef're our lips meeteth     our intimate moments,                                  a sensual rapture,            thy corse, a w'rk of art,                            sculpt'd p'rfectly in all its                                                    muscular stature i tryeth to not bethink on Thee …              the way we w're,                      young with a future,                                          we couldst not seeth.       What ifs and maybes,                a maze, i tryeth to escapeth,                       longing f'r what couldst've been,            a heart yond acheth. Ev'ry fare thee well,                              a pang in mine own chest,          feareth of nev'r seeing thee again,                                       and all yond is repress'd Thy absence, a weight               yond i doth striveth to shaketh,      wond'ring wh're thou art,                                        what thou dost maketh.    Art thou joyous, art thou free from careth? i tryeth to not bethink on Thee …                      yet some days, 'tis hard to beareth. In sooth,     i am not depress'd,            n'r doth i feeleth the blues, wh'reupon i f'rce myself to not bethink on Thee …                             by mineth owneth shall, anon.* ~
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Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 9:29 AM UTC
Not Bethink on Thee
~ *Hear me, and heed my woe, i tryeth to not bethink on Thee …               how thy smileth reaches                             thy eyen and                                     crinkles the c'rn'rs                                                   immensely. Thy confidence, a flame           yond burneth with f'rvent might,    intimidating, yet draweth me in,                             as moth to candle's lighteth. Thy passion is contagious,                  thy excitement a thrill,     i tryeth to not bethink on Thee …                                     but mem'ries ling'r still i tryeth to not bethink on Thee …           as thee gazeth into mine own eyen                                         bef're our lips meeteth     our intimate moments,                                  a sensual rapture,            thy corse, a w'rk of art,                            sculpt'd p'rfectly in all its                                                    muscular stature i tryeth to not bethink on Thee …              the way we w're,                      young with a future,                                          we couldst not seeth.       What ifs and maybes,                a maze, i tryeth to escapeth,                       longing f'r what couldst've been,            a heart yond acheth. Ev'ry fare thee well,                              a pang in mine own chest,          feareth of nev'r seeing thee again,                                       and all yond is repress'd Thy absence, a weight               yond i doth striveth to shaketh,      wond'ring wh're thou art,                                        what thou dost maketh.    Art thou joyous, art thou free from careth? i tryeth to not bethink on Thee …                      yet some days, 'tis hard to beareth. In sooth,     i am not depress'd,            n'r doth i feeleth the blues, wh'reupon i f'rce myself to not bethink on Thee …                             by mineth owneth shall, anon.* ~
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i have travelled so very far and i am still so very high it seems the substance has successfully put me into the sky i was once a bunny too but now the time has grown my hare used to laugh at all the people now the people stop and stare come seeth blessed child the first air of Israel Yet the second born of ashes from the depth of firey hell Harp the angels in golushes demons dressed up for the ball what a fancy sight to see is all of you who hear the call battlements at the ready,the flute of mighty war,tis the sound of mother nature when both Gods are off to war oh but i am but a soldier, oh but i am but a boulder upon the shoulders of a giant i shall travel into colder
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC
tonic enjoyment
You ever have those moments When you have nothing else to write But you crave to scream Into the void Of words and thoughts Just to hear others screams echo back? A blank canvas of rage And unsaid words Cluster into your mind Not meant to be said Out loud but read Like a secret laced with poison The more who know The more that are at risk Of never being completely cured And only when it's dark Do I begin to wait To seeth and grit And contemplate How much of this life I truly hate But Of which I am apart I'm a working part of it all And to feel the line of my life Is to simply tolerate While others sneer And show their hate And to accept that I must live and die Within the walls they desecrate Distract, medicate, pay and **** Saluting my allegiance to a dollar bill Reality tv is now considered a thrill And pop and rap overflowing past fill The idea that rules keep us safe Just because I told you so Unless you're a different race Then the laws are meant for those who can't pay Cause criminals with money Somehow always manage to get away I wish I were stupid Or brain dead at least And be completely unaware Than to witness times as these It's nothing to write about Cause you already know The worlds going to **** And we're letting it go As long as we do nothing Then they'll assume we like it So **** change **** hope **** ever evolving I'll be dead and rotting Before they get to solving And now my rage is echoed in black If you're in the darkness too Just echo back
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Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 3:37 AM UTC
Uhoh....opinions
You ever have those moments When you have nothing else to write But you crave to scream Into the void Of words and thoughts Just to hear others screams echo back? A blank canvas of rage And unsaid words Cluster into your mind Not meant to be said Out loud but read Like a secret laced with poison The more who know The more that are at risk Of never being completely cured And only when it's dark Do I begin to wait To seeth and grit And contemplate How much of this life I truly hate But Of which I am apart I'm a working part of it all And to feel the line of my life Is to simply tolerate While others sneer And show their hate And to accept that I must live and die Within the walls they desecrate Distract, medicate, pay and **** Saluting my allegiance to a dollar bill Reality tv is now considered a thrill And pop and rap overflowing past fill The idea that rules keep us safe Just because I told you so Unless you're a different race Then the laws are meant for those who can't pay Cause criminals with money Somehow always manage to get away I wish I were stupid Or brain dead at least And be completely unaware Than to witness times as these It's nothing to write about Cause you already know The worlds going to **** And we're letting it go As long as we do nothing Then they'll assume we like it So **** change **** hope **** ever evolving I'll be dead and rotting Before they get to solving And now my rage is echoed in black If you're in the darkness too Just echo back
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Oh How I loveth thee A quite quaint angel in my own eyes. With dark and white broken wings. Und'r ****** falls. I shall waiteth, and comf'rt thee. Liekth thee loveth thy beareth. Until the endeth of p'riod. A hoarse voice with angelic tone. Haer like the colours of my chameleon. The tend tender lips of loveth. A smileth and mind of ambivalence. I shall loveth with nay judgment. A halo as bright as the mistress Possesseth in humans death's-head. The lukewarm blue chopt lips. The sleep chamber the lady did lie upon. H'r ilness, but I accepteth death. I can kisseth with green valor breath. The strength of a giant. The nimbleness of a lilliputian fairy. Thee can doth aught. Yon can crustheth and slipeth. Through the cracks of timeth. Thee can beest fell'r joyous. Liketh the visage of a monst'r I loveth thee f'r who is't thou art. Thee can beest the wild animal with scars. mine own canine ears ope to hark. Thee can has't warts liketh a toad. A belly as big as the univ'rse. I shalt beest a fath'r. thee can has't barb'd wire on thy corse. My chivalrous armour does not mind thy pain. Thee believeth chivalry is gone. Somewh're on the planet, 'r in the heavens above. Sickl'd by the grim reap'rs ploy. The apparition 'r man you love. I'm the pap'r thee loveth at which hour thy depress'd The smileth thee misseth. I am thy sir'r knave at heart. I'm the knight thee wanteth me to best. The lasteth sir standing at the edge of the w'rld with thee. Thy the only ***** I protecteth, and loveth f'rev'r. I give you can seeth how I loveth thee. This poem was written by Shane Michael Cleary at 12:42 2017 on June 30th.
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Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 2:35 PM UTC
How I love My Angel In My Eyes.
Oh How I loveth thee A quite quaint angel in my own eyes. With dark and white broken wings. Und'r ****** falls. I shall waiteth, and comf'rt thee. Liekth thee loveth thy beareth. Until the endeth of p'riod. A hoarse voice with angelic tone. Haer like the colours of my chameleon. The tend tender lips of loveth. A smileth and mind of ambivalence. I shall loveth with nay judgment. A halo as bright as the mistress Possesseth in humans death's-head. The lukewarm blue chopt lips. The sleep chamber the lady did lie upon. H'r ilness, but I accepteth death. I can kisseth with green valor breath. The strength of a giant. The nimbleness of a lilliputian fairy. Thee can doth aught. Yon can crustheth and slipeth. Through the cracks of timeth. Thee can beest fell'r joyous. Liketh the visage of a monst'r I loveth thee f'r who is't thou art. Thee can beest the wild animal with scars. mine own canine ears ope to hark. Thee can has't warts liketh a toad. A belly as big as the univ'rse. I shalt beest a fath'r. thee can has't barb'd wire on thy corse. My chivalrous armour does not mind thy pain. Thee believeth chivalry is gone. Somewh're on the planet, 'r in the heavens above. Sickl'd by the grim reap'rs ploy. The apparition 'r man you love. I'm the pap'r thee loveth at which hour thy depress'd The smileth thee misseth. I am thy sir'r knave at heart. I'm the knight thee wanteth me to best. The lasteth sir standing at the edge of the w'rld with thee. Thy the only ***** I protecteth, and loveth f'rev'r. I give you can seeth how I loveth thee. This poem was written by Shane Michael Cleary at 12:42 2017 on June 30th.
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The audacity Of your tongue To be shaped like a flower But to speak like a serpent The animosity Of my chest It heaves each time your near You pollute my very air Disgust and contempt Don't begin to explain How much I seeth When I hear your vile name
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Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 7:09 PM UTC
Is This Love
When you gaze upon me, Tell me what you see? Squinted eyes and crooked smile, Or buried misery? I hide these wounds, I hide them well, They seeth beneath, And burn like hell, Don't pry that door, Nor turn that handle, Peak not in windows, My life in shambles, My hate is boiling, The kettles black, I'm ****** again, and can't hold back! Alas, I'm free of your ****** cage, And now you too shall share my rage, You can't control me, little boy, The spread of misery does bring me joy, I take the things you claim to cherish, And twist them til they seem nightmarish, You asked me once, what do I feel? It's , Taste that coldness you're turning numb, No wait, the suffering has just begun! You shall not quit, you spineless wretch, I throw out anguish for you to fetch, You chase it down and pounce upon, Now bring back what I have thrown, Your teeth sunk deep into this bone, This bone of hate, filth, and decay, Now it is your turn to slay. And breathe... breathe... I smell it on you, like perfume, This scent of hatred that you exhume, It's curled and wicked, it permeates, This rage, it smolders and conflagrates, Flesh curled from bone, seared away, Lash with tongue, til hearts are flayed, Wound and strike and desiccate, Released from chest is all my hate! Eyes roll back, this ecstasy, My soul, now cleansed, is now set free, My words and hate I must now sheath, Beware, my friends, what lurks beneath.
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Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 5:29 PM UTC
It lurks beneath
YOU CAN HELP ME In a real world not a dream Like Noah was sent, so I am Take no shoe, clothes, no bread Thus says the Lord I am no disobedience to the heavenly vision Beside the sea of Lome, we begin to fulfill the great commission Men and women then, they listen to the gospel And God make a change to come in so many lives The “Hannahs” sang a new song to God Almighty for His Greatness Captive were set at liberty Oh! Thy kingdom stand firm on the Rock forever It is time to go back home Our Father, who seeth from heaven You have made thy salvation free to all This work is done, how do go back home I was glad that I was sent The lord has chosen me, and I came here to do His will My heart is fill with prayers before the Lord for mercy Thou God of Elijah, sent my divine helpers This land is sucker of man’s goodness This is the Jezebel of the end time who kills the prophets of God They are drinkers of blood and eaters of flesh, And make sacrifices to idols, they are sodomites My wife is crying and waiting for me She is lonely after a five days wedding How do I get back home? Somebody help me, if you real care I knew that the Lord will speak to your heart Don’t imagine it, it is real A pastor needs your help, take me out of here Let my angel appear in this wilderness I am a married missionary Can you hear any message from the Lord? The Lord can use you, if you are willing Blessed are they who give a cup of water to one of His prophets Greater blessing for them that give rather than receiving How can I go back to my wife from here? She has a storey, if you can see her for me The bridegroom needs money to go there and take her home Let God use you! Let God use you!! Let God use you!!!
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Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
YOU CAN HELP ME
YOU CAN HELP ME In a real world not a dream Like Noah was sent, so I am Take no shoe, clothes, no bread Thus says the Lord I am no disobedience to the heavenly vision Beside the sea of Lome, we begin to fulfill the great commission Men and women then, they listen to the gospel And God make a change to come in so many lives The “Hannahs” sang a new song to God Almighty for His Greatness Captive were set at liberty Oh! Thy kingdom stand firm on the Rock forever It is time to go back home Our Father, who seeth from heaven You have made thy salvation free to all This work is done, how do go back home I was glad that I was sent The lord has chosen me, and I came here to do His will My heart is fill with prayers before the Lord for mercy Thou God of Elijah, sent my divine helpers This land is sucker of man’s goodness This is the Jezebel of the end time who kills the prophets of God They are drinkers of blood and eaters of flesh, And make sacrifices to idols, they are sodomites My wife is crying and waiting for me She is lonely after a five days wedding How do I get back home? Somebody help me, if you real care I knew that the Lord will speak to your heart Don’t imagine it, it is real A pastor needs your help, take me out of here Let my angel appear in this wilderness I am a married missionary Can you hear any message from the Lord? The Lord can use you, if you are willing Blessed are they who give a cup of water to one of His prophets Greater blessing for them that give rather than receiving How can I go back to my wife from here? She has a storey, if you can see her for me The bridegroom needs money to go there and take her home Let God use you! Let God use you!! Let God use you!!!
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separate entities, i split apart, douse my lungs with rubbing alcohol, spread powdered bleach beneath my feet and dab my skin with the petals that you shed as October’s winds rip and whip at my soul. i hang my head high, cosmic, meta, celestial beast breathing sallow i seeth-ever phased. caught in a new kind of a daze, i dream in a haze. my words spread like ash across your lips as my mind does dips and flips. caught in a new kind of a haze, i welcome this, i welcome this, this holy hell of a day that gloom’s and blooms hungry and ready.
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Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 12:09 PM UTC
human|being
Seeing from eyes bloodshot and marred my tongue twisted, acrid and charred, the thoughts seeth like despotic marauders jack-knifing from station to station, my pretty little disorders I bleached my teeth and hair today, no reason a ****** predator my sin's in full season fleeing the past and all that may cause pain indulging in chemical filth to mask the disdain when the black sky opens up and swallows you whole you begin to realise that home is not home you burn the old photos, from the memories you run, forgetting who you really are, mistaking death for fun - have you ever fallen so ******* hard that you can't breath for days have you ever been kept awake at night so that when dawn comes it's a washed out haze? I've branded Senseless onto my skin so that I'm reminded no matter how much I care I'll never win, my mind a cavern full of decaying stories and flesh, oh sweet baby Alex, good night and God bless.
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Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC
God Bless, What A Senseless Mess
*How much seeth And rumination Does the night require Before we can rest.*
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Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 1:04 PM UTC
3:05
A faded silhouette with a broken smile sitting in my chair I gaze at the abyss for a while wondering how things ever became so complex my fingers numb, but still they flex my muscles seeth with anger, bloated with fury I'm the apostle of failure, just look at my story; born from the womb of carelessness, now I can't feel a scavenger in this world all I do is steal grounded like a butterfly with broken wings hunting for shards of truth amongst other things I'm the height of sophistication, of lust, of adoration Oh if only I was
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 2:36 PM UTC
If Only
Find me here, dreamer, my shell, a vessel, Container of all, all that which plagues, Haunted soul, tainted, stained and surely bruised, Unseen hands, shred me, my every fiber, Tear into the dark, simmer in my bones, Seeth beneath the skin, boiling marrow, Scorching skin, flay me, piece by bleeding piece, All torture, all pain, felt in the expanse, Here eternally, trapped in my amber, O forevermore, surely as I breathe, So too does the day, o forevermore, Beloved spider, give me thy venom. Midnight whispers, o, fade into the dawn, Screaming in hatred, bleed obedience, Bitten tongues scar over, strained voices may heal, Alas, not a mind, a tangle of flesh, Encapsulated, entrapped within bone, My chamber, my skull, here they ricochet. Words, sharpest of blades, points oh so countless, Numerous are they, true, I know it true, Some self-inflicted, so monstrous indeed, Dragged across, branded, told, now written bold, Hidden from view, o, only mirrored, Reflected mem’ry, only scar tissue. - February 8th, 2023
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Feb 10, 2023
Feb 10, 2023 at 1:39 AM UTC
Scar Tissue
Why do I think you love me when you don't Why do I feel you longing when you won't Why do I feel ways I've never felt before For someone who's never walked through my door Why do I try so hard to believe In a false idea that can only deceive Why does my heart weigh heavy for you Why don't you feel the way I do How did you capture me like prized prey How can you throw me back to the wild frey How can I feel love for the idea of you When the only truth left is you don't want me to When my love feels light and blows on the wind I find myself on your hook reeled in again But you aren't throwing it out for a catch You just want me gone, a bad batch I'm sorry for loving you But still I can't help it, I do I cant explain I can only exclaim That your worth all the love I have to give But my mistakes infuriate you to seeth Well it is all done and blocked off now Is it my turn to get over you somehow
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Jun 17, 2021
Jun 17, 2021 at 2:16 AM UTC
Seeth