"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
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 5:42 AM UTC
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
May 10, 2012
May 10, 2012 at 5:06 PM UTC
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.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 11:53 PM UTC
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.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC
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?
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 2:28 AM UTC
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
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 11:07 AM UTC
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
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 6:20 PM UTC
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
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
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.
Jun 20, 2010
Jun 20, 2010 at 4:54 PM UTC
Some leaves
never give in to autumn
but blush red with anger
for too long.
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 5:09 AM UTC
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?
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 10:17 AM UTC
~
*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.*
~
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 9:29 AM UTC
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
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC
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
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 3:37 AM UTC
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.
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 2:35 PM UTC
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
Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 7:09 PM UTC
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.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 5:29 PM UTC
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!!!
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
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.
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 12:09 PM UTC
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.
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC
*How much seeth
And rumination
Does the night require
Before we can rest.*
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 1:04 PM UTC
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
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 2:36 PM UTC
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
Feb 10, 2023
Feb 10, 2023 at 1:39 AM UTC
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
Jun 17, 2021
Jun 17, 2021 at 2:16 AM UTC