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"sieze" poems
A delicate crimson rose endures The snow and winds of winter's grasp And closes up and wilts a while Until Summer sun it finds at last In this world of unrighteousness Where brutes and ogres' egos roam And selfishness abounds like weeds She exists in shattered form With silent seething disilusion And saddened, unrequited love Maddened by the unjust acts of those who advertized their “love” A vain and self-indulgent god Did sieze himself her mind and oath Presiding as the demons do In hidden acts pronounced as gross Enduring the madness of matriarchs And the hostility of tribal gang Where smiles of familial welcoming Turned into savage, jealous fangs Yet though the bitterness seeps through And anger permeates her skin Sweet dignity she still retains And devotion stll resides within Her adornment incorruptible Her spirit mild and resolute Did not return evil for evil But stood and conquered it with good Happy is she who has endured And in mild subjection did remain Showing honour to a painful degree To bring honour to Jehovah's name And though she stumbled in despair Yet withstood for righteous sake Her loyalty, the beast could not sever Nor divine concsience could he break For like the rose at winter's end That bears a striking sharpened thorn Her petals still are soft and pure And her soul with beauty still adorned For the righteous one who sees all things And whose love she yet retains Will never for eternity forget The love she showed for his great name And should she reach out and beseech And trust his salvation once again She would know with certainty He has never let go her hand (For my precious daughter, Cheryl, who has been to hell and back)
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May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 1:19 PM UTC
The Rose in Winter
A delicate crimson rose endures The snow and winds of winter's grasp And closes up and wilts a while Until Summer sun it finds at last In this world of unrighteousness Where brutes and ogres' egos roam And selfishness abounds like weeds She exists in shattered form With silent seething disilusion And saddened, unrequited love Maddened by the unjust acts of those who advertized their “love” A vain and self-indulgent god Did sieze himself her mind and oath Presiding as the demons do In hidden acts pronounced as gross Enduring the madness of matriarchs And the hostility of tribal gang Where smiles of familial welcoming Turned into savage, jealous fangs Yet though the bitterness seeps through And anger permeates her skin Sweet dignity she still retains And devotion stll resides within Her adornment incorruptible Her spirit mild and resolute Did not return evil for evil But stood and conquered it with good Happy is she who has endured And in mild subjection did remain Showing honour to a painful degree To bring honour to Jehovah's name And though she stumbled in despair Yet withstood for righteous sake Her loyalty, the beast could not sever Nor divine concsience could he break For like the rose at winter's end That bears a striking sharpened thorn Her petals still are soft and pure And her soul with beauty still adorned For the righteous one who sees all things And whose love she yet retains Will never for eternity forget The love she showed for his great name And should she reach out and beseech And trust his salvation once again She would know with certainty He has never let go her hand (For my precious daughter, Cheryl, who has been to hell and back)
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would I, like to know what, the world is thinking? every individuals original thought, every hippies high aspiration and every radicals rebellious rave? why yes, yes i would. beyond ALL practical desires. would i, also like to know how it is you mend a heart that bleeds NOT body but soul? to sieze ones rustling memories and understand the pain, accepting ALL and still stay sane? why yes, yes i most certainly would. MY mind it still does ponder. IF, you COULD know the blue prints, in which you were to follow, would you fight to stay on track? rising up to every challenge that falls along the way? OR would you choose another path? find peace, without predictions, STRAY, far of the beaten path carve the wood, another way? I would like the knowledge of one too many things. STRIPPING life of all its wonders, and THAT my friend is what MAKES me human.
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Aug 14, 2011
Aug 14, 2011 at 12:42 AM UTC
wondrous intelligence
I'm young and wild, Adrenaline rushes through my vains I have a roar that rattles a child, That burns like eternal flames. I vitiate a jungle with my rampant fever, Rotate the world, the wrath of my paws, My tyranny drowns all that preys the river, My ambitions defy nature's doltish laws My soul craves a sense of power To roam freely whenever, wherever, Let me sieze and live in this hour Because no one is meant to live forever.
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Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 5:13 PM UTC
Untamed
Would it matter if the solid was ethereal? Would it be real if eyes couldn't see? Would it make sense if systems of knowledge didn't exist? Would words have meaning if there was no language? Would there be telepathy if silence was all there was? Would there be colour if there was no light? Would there be waves if there was no sound? Would there be electricity if there wasn't magnetism? Would the sky fall if you walked on your head? Would you scale the underground bases if your feet could think? Would worlds be dreamed by higher powers if thought wasn't? Would reason breed perception if the beam of knowledge was narrow? Would you understand if there was no essence? Would you be if you weren't passed from a tether? As you learn about the degrees of light, the frequencies, and leagues of the seas, the moment you sieze, time is lost and you are at a point of entirety As you concoct the architecture and manipulation of all that is; you learn about the ladder, the prism of cycles, you learn about the source of all creation. You learn that you are connected to the essence of creation, you embody the tether, you connect as you climb up and down on the wisdom ladder.
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Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 11:02 AM UTC
The Ladder
We have our allotment, our bit and our share, an instant, a moment, it can seem so unfair. I'm running and chasing, I'm trying to subdue, theres no way to stop it, it can quickly allude. It's often just wasted, or squandered away, and feel so eternal, like a long lonely day. The cost, you can't buy it, and it's easily misused, It's treasured and priceless, and can never be reused. No matter, how badly, you try and hold on, you can't even touch it, then it's suddenly gone. So just make the best, and do what you can, sieze every small moment, in this very small span.
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Jun 26, 2011
Jun 26, 2011 at 8:59 AM UTC
Never enough.
There are none so blind as those who will not see A prophet is not without honour, save in his own country, Let the cobbler stick to his last; the nearer the church The further from God; speak the truth and shame the devil Every bullet has a billet, curses like chickens come home to roost Comparisons are odious we are light years of discretion away A little tin god enough to make angels weep Sitting on thorns telling **** and bull stories, I'll sieze the nettle and foul my own nest Straight from the shoulder the sinews of war To smite hip and thigh cut to the bone playing Merry with lotus-eaters an elephant never forgets Pull devil, pull baker man proposes but God disposes Theres nothing new under the sun Pitchers have big ears and pride goes before the fall Even a worm will turn as fine words Butter no parsnips, still waters run deep Physician, Heal thyself. ELEETE J MUIR
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Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 6:30 AM UTC
High Time
Oh midnight muse of mine, The clock ticks by, yet, seems frozen in time Your gentle breath whispering thoughts of grand design Pulsating softly, smoothly, and sanctuously in rhyme "I think you can, I know you can, feel yourself shine I think you can, I know you can, allow your dreams to align." Just as the day's about to break my spiritual back And I lay down to obsess about all that I lack, We deeply connect through channels unknown My inner self ignites, burning deep down to the bone I feel a warmth entangle every inner part of me, Those that said there is nothing I can have, do or be, And when it grabs hold of these negativities, They sieze and melt instantaneously. What a wonder it is to watch your flame burn Who knew, that by watching, I, too, would yearn To fervently learn. A hunger for more begins to stir Driving me, forcing me, inspiring these words. Oh midnight muse of mine, you release me from this box we call time and, in this eternal and bliss-filled stasis, Creativity, gratitude, and love are my basis What a foundation to build upon, so strong and so true On which I will build a bridge beaming towards you. Though my eye lids flutter with ever increasing weight I am gently pulled forward by the energy you eminate Into a world where I am absolutely free No shackles or lack pulls or binds this new me Goodnight, midnight muse of mine Shall we meet again? Same place? Same time? I need not hear an answer for I feel it so loud I will join you now behind this familiar dark shroud My gentle breath whispering thoughts of grand design Pulsating softly, smoothly, and sanctuously in rhyme "I think I can, I know I can, feel myself shine I think I can, I know I can, thanks to you, midnight muse of mine." - BPW 12/24/2013
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC
Midnight Muse of Mine
Oh midnight muse of mine, The clock ticks by, yet, seems frozen in time Your gentle breath whispering thoughts of grand design Pulsating softly, smoothly, and sanctuously in rhyme "I think you can, I know you can, feel yourself shine I think you can, I know you can, allow your dreams to align." Just as the day's about to break my spiritual back And I lay down to obsess about all that I lack, We deeply connect through channels unknown My inner self ignites, burning deep down to the bone I feel a warmth entangle every inner part of me, Those that said there is nothing I can have, do or be, And when it grabs hold of these negativities, They sieze and melt instantaneously. What a wonder it is to watch your flame burn Who knew, that by watching, I, too, would yearn To fervently learn. A hunger for more begins to stir Driving me, forcing me, inspiring these words. Oh midnight muse of mine, you release me from this box we call time and, in this eternal and bliss-filled stasis, Creativity, gratitude, and love are my basis What a foundation to build upon, so strong and so true On which I will build a bridge beaming towards you. Though my eye lids flutter with ever increasing weight I am gently pulled forward by the energy you eminate Into a world where I am absolutely free No shackles or lack pulls or binds this new me Goodnight, midnight muse of mine Shall we meet again? Same place? Same time? I need not hear an answer for I feel it so loud I will join you now behind this familiar dark shroud My gentle breath whispering thoughts of grand design Pulsating softly, smoothly, and sanctuously in rhyme "I think I can, I know I can, feel myself shine I think I can, I know I can, thanks to you, midnight muse of mine." - BPW 12/24/2013
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Just blinks of the universe on the skin of a pale blue dot hovering at the edge of a swirling miasma of a myriad stars We search for our place; let down by our lack of role in the grand scheme of existence But only because we value ourselves too highly. There is a beauty in the void; a renewal of spirit in acknowledging that we are not bound to a fate, that we can go in any direction- that we may live our lives without them simply being a test. There is no plan. But who wants to live a planned life? We search for the meaning that is not there to console ourselves in the cold reaches of the universe. We find nothing- nothing but our own desperation. We exist. Nothing more, nothing less than simple existence for us to interpret as we will. That’s enough for me. With this in mind, our lives- while still just phantasms fading from the skin of a pale blue dot hovering at the edge of a swirling miasma of a myriad stars, gone before the universe’s eternity even begins to tick- have a purpose. No longer are we bound to an eternity based on a mere shadow of a life, but now we can live! We can be free! Our lives are ours to make what we will. To discover, explore, learn, to savour, to love… to leave the world better than we entered it, yet we do it not to please the cosmos but for our own enrichment. This is the significance of our lives. Carpe diem, sieze the day: because it is one of the approximately 29 219 your being will ever have. Our minds are but the transient states of the universe, convening for a brief touch before going their separate ways- use that moment. It is all you are. Let’s be reckless, do amazing and stupid things together for the brief cosmological second we share. Life flashes away as the universe’s heart mechanically beats. Life is fleeting, we are sad, but there is nothing more than life- so let us live Even though we are simply accidental spectres of thought on the skin of a pale blue dot hovering at the edge of a swirling miasma of a myriad stars
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Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 11:19 AM UTC
Pale Blue Dot
Just blinks of the universe on the skin of a pale blue dot hovering at the edge of a swirling miasma of a myriad stars We search for our place; let down by our lack of role in the grand scheme of existence But only because we value ourselves too highly. There is a beauty in the void; a renewal of spirit in acknowledging that we are not bound to a fate, that we can go in any direction- that we may live our lives without them simply being a test. There is no plan. But who wants to live a planned life? We search for the meaning that is not there to console ourselves in the cold reaches of the universe. We find nothing- nothing but our own desperation. We exist. Nothing more, nothing less than simple existence for us to interpret as we will. That’s enough for me. With this in mind, our lives- while still just phantasms fading from the skin of a pale blue dot hovering at the edge of a swirling miasma of a myriad stars, gone before the universe’s eternity even begins to tick- have a purpose. No longer are we bound to an eternity based on a mere shadow of a life, but now we can live! We can be free! Our lives are ours to make what we will. To discover, explore, learn, to savour, to love… to leave the world better than we entered it, yet we do it not to please the cosmos but for our own enrichment. This is the significance of our lives. Carpe diem, sieze the day: because it is one of the approximately 29 219 your being will ever have. Our minds are but the transient states of the universe, convening for a brief touch before going their separate ways- use that moment. It is all you are. Let’s be reckless, do amazing and stupid things together for the brief cosmological second we share. Life flashes away as the universe’s heart mechanically beats. Life is fleeting, we are sad, but there is nothing more than life- so let us live Even though we are simply accidental spectres of thought on the skin of a pale blue dot hovering at the edge of a swirling miasma of a myriad stars
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Tired Sundays, What a fun day, Make believe, To fulfill my need, To be happy, At peace, And to sieze
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May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC
//T-S.
I won't bite the hand that feeds me, But I'll fight the man that bleeds me Though the fear of him may sieze me I won't let the terror freeze me If we have a rightful reason To commit an act of treason Then I see no better season To do more than put our pleas in And so what if someone sees it? Don't be quiet to appease it To the system you don't matter So be heard over the chatter Can't you hear the summon pealing? From the body comes the healing Till the time of our releasing Our resistance be increasing!
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Apr 19, 2022
Apr 19, 2022 at 9:35 PM UTC
The Man and his Hand
I will never be ok with Us Your love will never be enough The feelings all will fade away And now it's time to sieze the day. Your fickle words all run dry Every lie can pass me by Love is just a game to you You say it, yes, but is it true? You let me down times before When you left me on the floor My heart has crumbled up inside But these feelings I will always hide. Wishing I could have you here But I know and truely fear That you will never be the one Never be my Golden Sun.
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Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 2:40 AM UTC
My Golden Sun
Myself is as toxic as this cigarette I'm breathing But I'm still alive So might as well keep breathing it       Inhaling it's glorious poison Into my body Cause I feel like I have no body Even when everyone is around All I hear is the silence between the sounds It's a battle with endless rounds     I'm bruised and I keep taking these punches I'm so deeply bruised Can you stop this for one sec. ! But life doesn't stop for anyone   So I keep saying just this once As an excuse for all the mistakes I've done And from every problem I run But it's a race that's never been won I thank god for every breath I breathe But I keep breathing this disease      help me please Cause I'm empty And the smoke fills me plenty With sweet nothing Such sweet nothing I do truly believe In the greatness I can sieze But how can I pour out so much of me When the the truth is I'm empty Hollow And the right guidelines I don't follow I'm so empty So hollow I'm the worst and best thing That's ever happened to me So the punches I'll keep on taking And I'll keep doing the same mistakes n' I know it will end up okay If it's not okay Then it's not the end
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Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC
Late Night Cigarette Thoughts
Us humans are sensitive, Over little things we cry. Men walk up to a girl, And unnecessarily shy. At top of a skyscraper, We feel the breeze. But when little but vital moment comes, We never sieze. We come home from work And are usually tired. We work our *** off, So we dont get fired. Nothing's perfect, Life's always flappy. We think it's cruel And start feeling ****** We fear death, But eventually we're all gonna die Us humans are sensitive, Over little things we cry. We all have a dream, But we stiffle our curiosity We never take a stand Or run against viscosity We either live this world Or we survive We can have our dream life, But we need to strive A little true effort, Can change who we are. And one day we'll be stunned, We've come this far We can make our life worth, Before we die. Us humans maybe emotional, But now we wont cry
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Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 12:57 AM UTC
Humans are sensitive
Once is never Or at least never enough Life can be quite tough But einmal ist keinmal Let's try something new See if it rings true That despite what we do Einmal ist keinmal No inhibitions, no regrets Do what we feel like And never forget Though einmal ist keinmal Take risks, be bold Don't harden your soul Nor grow stale and old Einmal ist keinmal Live in the present Be now, be here Have no fear of the future Cause einmal ist keinmal Feel this lightness of being As if nothing matters Our significance shattered Einmal ist keinmal Sieze the moment Give it your all Live life to the fullest Knowing full well Einmal ist keinmal
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Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 7:31 PM UTC
Einmal Ist Keinmal
Carpediem It means seize the day; Try and enjoy life The sky’s not that grey. Easy for them to say They have Don’t have it bad They don’t know how you feel And it drive you mad They can seize the day If they ****** want it But in this day and age The day ain’t worth my spit Your life maybe be hell And it turns you insane Carpediem A phrase for the mundane So why should I Carpediem Should I conform and live life for them I take my dignity That’s my Carpediem and to a cat the meaning of carpediem is to be more dog ;D
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Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 9:56 AM UTC
Sieze the day
To those who have an estranged parents would not need an introduction, And those of you who have the gaping wounds would only be christened in self propelled justification, But any of us in these journeys like all adventures do come to a close. Proving to everyone your ways are correct, Or dismiss the very thought you been wrong, And all finales the conclusions the end is not all we may seem to understand. No one will know the inner conflict that stirs all emotions into ejected unspeakable anger, And no self righteous religious leaders would know how to quell the demon shadowed in your best illumination. For all things are never bygones, And patriarchs or matriarchs are but a human beings with chipped characters, But no amount of apologies would dismiss their old follies. Then the sands come to claim us, breathlessness plunged into a moment of silence, And all solice come to a halt with all whispers sieze.   The person you feared all your life has become pale, Body mass and muscles have left them, While the frail body yielded them a hunched postures. No matter the prospect you will not be fooled by their weakness, Nor will you show sympathy to their coming times, And all senses of love have been depleted bone dry. No one can tell you "You are wrong," Because no one has dealt with your past, And the world must shut their mouth. That was about a 6 month ago, To some it would take longer, And others there would be no second thought. Sometimes deepen pain can never be healed, And those of you who took the picture of the frail parent in the hospital can't deny your feelings, As you look at the healthy picture against the dying parents you have made up your mind. The breath is asunder as the lungs clinge to what little air to grasp, But those of you who choose to make peace and see the dying person one last time is a better person then I, For not all of us can forgive and forget.
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Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 10:13 PM UTC
Gasping Asunder
To those who have an estranged parents would not need an introduction, And those of you who have the gaping wounds would only be christened in self propelled justification, But any of us in these journeys like all adventures do come to a close. Proving to everyone your ways are correct, Or dismiss the very thought you been wrong, And all finales the conclusions the end is not all we may seem to understand. No one will know the inner conflict that stirs all emotions into ejected unspeakable anger, And no self righteous religious leaders would know how to quell the demon shadowed in your best illumination. For all things are never bygones, And patriarchs or matriarchs are but a human beings with chipped characters, But no amount of apologies would dismiss their old follies. Then the sands come to claim us, breathlessness plunged into a moment of silence, And all solice come to a halt with all whispers sieze.   The person you feared all your life has become pale, Body mass and muscles have left them, While the frail body yielded them a hunched postures. No matter the prospect you will not be fooled by their weakness, Nor will you show sympathy to their coming times, And all senses of love have been depleted bone dry. No one can tell you "You are wrong," Because no one has dealt with your past, And the world must shut their mouth. That was about a 6 month ago, To some it would take longer, And others there would be no second thought. Sometimes deepen pain can never be healed, And those of you who took the picture of the frail parent in the hospital can't deny your feelings, As you look at the healthy picture against the dying parents you have made up your mind. The breath is asunder as the lungs clinge to what little air to grasp, But those of you who choose to make peace and see the dying person one last time is a better person then I, For not all of us can forgive and forget.
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*Bleed woman bleed* Feed the licks of the Sun with your immortal womb Sieze the comfort of the light before it dies tried woman waiting in the amniotic fluid *Bleed woman bleed* Show up in the afterbirth before the hours have gone fetal deliver yourself from gender *Live the unknown gaps free, black and forever*
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Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 3:59 PM UTC
Eternal Female
Just got back from a little trip wasn't planned, down the mississip started out from just one sip of a drink I can't remember went on down to the land of cotton woke up really feeling rotten I can't remember the drink i'd gotten but, I needed one again head was fuzzy, vision blurred one more down, and i'd be cured instead, now my speech is slurred but, damn...that drink was smooth chose to go down to the river my brain not working, nor my liver my eyes were closed down to a sliver I had to find that drink I saw a re-enactment of a battle I didn't listen to the prattle the armies were just led like cattle to their deaths without a chance I knew that I saw lots more men than were actually there right then my vision saw five score times ten while there was only twenty two I relaxed and I loved the feeling this drink had set my mind a reeling I feel I could dance on the ceiling all of this from just one drink no matter, I swore I'd behave no comments made about a slave or I'd be in a shallow grave and would never drink again I searched around for near a week my throat was closed, I could not speak I hadn't eaten and was weak but, **** I needed more i'm sure it had some blue cacao I need to find out, find out now i'm not sure when, but I know how I'll go back to the start I flew on home and went to where i'd had the drink on someone's dare another one of the dog's hair and i'd start it all again they told me that the drink i'd drunk was just some automotive gunk they moved it cause it smelled like skunk and I chose to drink it down some oil and some antifreeze was the drink that brought me to my knees they thought i'd die, or at least sieze but, I guess I proved them wrong so next time when I have a drink I think i'll take some time to think will I notice if it has a stink before I choose to drink the brew before I go some sage advice don't be like me, at least think twice if you want a trip with added spice order up one drink from me.
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
one drink from me
Just got back from a little trip wasn't planned, down the mississip started out from just one sip of a drink I can't remember went on down to the land of cotton woke up really feeling rotten I can't remember the drink i'd gotten but, I needed one again head was fuzzy, vision blurred one more down, and i'd be cured instead, now my speech is slurred but, damn...that drink was smooth chose to go down to the river my brain not working, nor my liver my eyes were closed down to a sliver I had to find that drink I saw a re-enactment of a battle I didn't listen to the prattle the armies were just led like cattle to their deaths without a chance I knew that I saw lots more men than were actually there right then my vision saw five score times ten while there was only twenty two I relaxed and I loved the feeling this drink had set my mind a reeling I feel I could dance on the ceiling all of this from just one drink no matter, I swore I'd behave no comments made about a slave or I'd be in a shallow grave and would never drink again I searched around for near a week my throat was closed, I could not speak I hadn't eaten and was weak but, **** I needed more i'm sure it had some blue cacao I need to find out, find out now i'm not sure when, but I know how I'll go back to the start I flew on home and went to where i'd had the drink on someone's dare another one of the dog's hair and i'd start it all again they told me that the drink i'd drunk was just some automotive gunk they moved it cause it smelled like skunk and I chose to drink it down some oil and some antifreeze was the drink that brought me to my knees they thought i'd die, or at least sieze but, I guess I proved them wrong so next time when I have a drink I think i'll take some time to think will I notice if it has a stink before I choose to drink the brew before I go some sage advice don't be like me, at least think twice if you want a trip with added spice order up one drink from me.
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Cradle upon the spooned arms, And the sunken fetus lay at ease. As the night sky yield a breeze, And the illumination of dawn woken by the alarms. Serendipitous actions peak with charms, And all things calm to a breathless sieze. The presence brought myself to a knelted knees, For the shimmering fire showed no harm. We can only glisten by the laughter it gimmer that all things are going to be okay!
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 1:01 PM UTC
Vanishing Lore the Spring.
Am I accepted here throughout The poetry world? Though I am a liar (But you all know my pain) And a sociopath, I still love the make beieve world, Like dreaming I was naked In an NFL stadium And had to run across the field To a door that kept on disappearing And reappearing on the other Side of the field. I know myself better than my Psychiatrist does, But the truth of the lie is I love the words more than myself, And the mass darkness I live in Is filled with a universe of Make believe. So I write the Galactic Sea And yes I am a crazy person, So I defiled my name and the dream Became reality. I believe in my words And I am hungry for these truthful Poets who sieze poetry At its throat and follow Their scripted verses. (I hear repetition has much to do with insanity) Sure I am hungry for love But Im in a relationship with sedatives, The sadness of these poet saints In a mammoth sized disproportionate Reality, Ive read my psychanalysis And it turns out Im a poet with dreams Who knows the difference Between a star and a lightbulb.
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Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 3:25 PM UTC
My Poetic Psycho-analysis
What is this movements to the notes and rhythms, The breath that breathe life it's essense of eternal ether? Mourn to moan the formulation of birth to ****** propatuate procreation and then to final destination, cycling the very foundation of life, rebirth, and death in sound that carry over from one another. Music preformed by guitar, violin, base, cello to piano, or any of the string instruments that symbol the living life strand of the life we wheel. As our longevity is finite, but with infinite choices to play with strings until our lines are cut or break, and no longer play the songs we so love to hear so dear to our ears. For a beat that tinker to our muse to the music that linger in the faint of our memories, those memories we try to keep close to our soft pillow and tucked away in our minds to comfort us in our less then pleasant boundaries leaving us empty, like a good age wine to lets us dream. The empty cups shall be the reminder that sound and tone shall sieze to calm with stringless nights, the song has sang the final tune and forever leave it's mark on the heart good night.   Until that final symphony reaches it final tune, accept the notes as it is a song we live in a moment, for all music good and bad has it's epilogue. One must choose to play their music, and find their final notes to end their master piece in due time.
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Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 1:08 AM UTC
Orchestrated the Strings of Life we so Sought.
Forget your petty woes and gripes 0f who said what- to whom and why. there is another life beyond where millions all live and die. He loves me or he loves me not, does it matter? not one jot. Get out there gal and sieze the day. your heart is broken, it will heal. You were betrayed, come on, get real! Rejoice and live, you will feel pain. but think of what you stand to gain! life and love, all interwoven, ballet, opera, Brahms, Beethoven! think how fortunate you are, how insignificant your woes, think of children without love lacking shelter, food and clothes. put it all into perspective seek a friend that you can trust, friendship is so all important, without it love is only lust! Don't marry the one that you can live with, marry the one you can't live without. Life is there just for the taking, Time is passing don't delay. A leap of faith, a little courage, Lookout gal your'e on your way....!
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Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 11:30 AM UTC
For heavens sake get a life.
what would you do if i socked you in face would you forgive me knowing it was only an act of hate would you walk away knowing the terrible things it can create would you be okay if someone knocked you to the floor would you get back up with forgiveness opening up friendships door would you give him/her what advice you have would you try to prevent him/her from doing it again would you save a heart would you prevent it from further pain would you shield him/her from angers rain would you tell him/her that anger isnt the only way would you repeat it every day not letting a single heart go astray and if someone told you to stop would you keep doing it anyway would you remember right then that the only thing we must fear more than evil is the indifference of good people would you put more passion in your beliefs more than im putting in this pen would you become an unbreakable lightning rod would you rise above all evil and ascend as a god would you take your newfound power and help those with none would you sieze the hour and help those who dont get one and would all the people you.ve helped all the lives you've changed would the look at you wierd would they treat you as someone strange no they would treat you as their friend someone who helped when life seemed to be at it's end someone who knew someone who told you why someone who was there for you smoeone who would never let you die
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Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 12:56 PM UTC
What Would You Do (love)
This situation is unavoidable I wish we never met If fallen in love with you And now you want to leave me You took away my purity And now you want to leave me I made you my all And now you want to leave me I love you. You love me. But because we hardly see each other The pain never sieze Because now you're avoiding me Just when I decided that I can trust you You start to doubt me And now you don't want me I hate how life is cruel But I guess some people aren't Meant to fall in love forever
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Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC
Ray