"strangth" poems - Hello Poetry

Joy as a weapon, Jah's joy's d' strangth goodness known, damnation o'd'lie what a concept, in times of social turmoil when no one is sure what's right, and every two or three agree to fix it, the we way, way we agree to do, and do, or die by our own will, pop like a bubble, mythic warrior cult trope from TV projected to the spiritual warrior cattle praying, Jesus, guide me, I believe, it is the unbelieving part that's givin' folks cognitive dis-son-dence dense-thick wall of farfarfar out tide - serious OD on Campbell hero story maps to DID re activation in the novel event Now, some team of writers has writ a Jesus Freak Super Hero, called Utopia, with serious Freudian Daddy FUBAR-ity and I am hoping this is 2021 camp, OP Art like wham bam thank you mam, Batman, circa 1961, I think, lets check, Holy ROM AI KNOW 1966, January 12, POW times they keep achangin' From then you see, this is my future you are re balancing re ality in mere ifity, and yes yes we cleared the code, the Utopia virus. Note: the dumbness in the now sense, stupid and dumb are identical one thing. Kant's pure is this realm's mere, Voltaire agrees. We had this assignment in the novel. And you, the poet in tune with the zeit via Netflix, see called us to witness the premier, and some piles are seen from here as bullshat, can everybody see that? Truth can take a punch, by faith. Semper Fi, tuff little devil dog impossible in the frame of categorical imperatives, and no in this flow, I ai give you google agency, fact check yo'own self.

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May 9, 2021

May 9, 2021 at 11:45 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Eugenius little imp-oomph

Joy as a weapon, Jah's joy's d' strangth goodness known, damnation o'd'lie what a concept, in times of social turmoil when no one is sure what's right, and every two or three agree to fix it, the we way, way we agree to do, and do, or die by our own will, pop like a bubble, mythic warrior cult trope from TV projected to the spiritual warrior cattle praying, Jesus, guide me, I believe, it is the unbelieving part that's givin' folks cognitive dis-son-dence dense-thick wall of farfarfar out tide - serious OD on Campbell hero story maps to DID re activation in the novel event Now, some team of writers has writ a Jesus Freak Super Hero, called Utopia, with serious Freudian Daddy FUBAR-ity and I am hoping this is 2021 camp, OP Art like wham bam thank you mam, Batman, circa 1961, I think, lets check, Holy ROM AI KNOW 1966, January 12, POW times they keep achangin' From then you see, this is my future you are re balancing re ality in mere ifity, and yes yes we cleared the code, the Utopia virus. Note: the dumbness in the now sense, stupid and dumb are identical one thing. Kant's pure is this realm's mere, Voltaire agrees. We had this assignment in the novel. And you, the poet in tune with the zeit via Netflix, see called us to witness the premier, and some piles are seen from here as bullshat, can everybody see that? Truth can take a punch, by faith. Semper Fi, tuff little devil dog impossible in the frame of categorical imperatives, and no in this flow, I ai give you google agency, fact check yo'own self.

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To the great brothers and great sisters of Her womb To the great Mother and great Father, shifting through and through Calling upon them for the great wisdom of our age To bridge the gap between science and the sacred This land has no boundaries, all conventions are made believe and we are made to believe that politicians have our backs while the preasts of a false language preach hypocracy to our faces This is not our Shangrala, we have lost our grasp of Eden Turning our garden into a guard, lost, we have turned a paradise to a prison; old men casting aspersions of disrespect to a newborn, blaming a victim of an obsolete tradition, casting salt onto the soil, and calling it a blessing. The prophets throughout the ages have seen a brighter world, one that had, at its core, the truth; we are all one spirit, inhabiting these many forms. This illusion of form and distance, made to be overcome, has illuded many, but not them; They gave us the wisdom to escape the eternal womb of the mind, and grow gracefully in the warmth of the Father Sun. Trained to be beaten and broken, our new prophets have been beld and misled. We call this machine, cold and calculating, Education; beaten and broken from the inside, our prophets are internally bleading: rose red ink on term papers with F wrote large! **** you! The first words of resistance cries. I am my own authority, I seek the truth, not your lies! Tearing down the walls, and begining to tell a new story, we new prophets challenge "the way things are," because nothing is certain; Our conscious evolution transcends to the stars, and starts in the grasses slowly showing their infinite patience and strangth, like a soft blade breaking the solid ground of traditions floor. Be the evolution, brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers, be the change, and the change becomes you! Agape and Appreciation ~M

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Nov 3, 2014

Nov 3, 2014 at 1:40 PM UTC

mattrick-patrick

Ode to the Prophets

To the great brothers and great sisters of Her womb To the great Mother and great Father, shifting through and through Calling upon them for the great wisdom of our age To bridge the gap between science and the sacred This land has no boundaries, all conventions are made believe and we are made to believe that politicians have our backs while the preasts of a false language preach hypocracy to our faces This is not our Shangrala, we have lost our grasp of Eden Turning our garden into a guard, lost, we have turned a paradise to a prison; old men casting aspersions of disrespect to a newborn, blaming a victim of an obsolete tradition, casting salt onto the soil, and calling it a blessing. The prophets throughout the ages have seen a brighter world, one that had, at its core, the truth; we are all one spirit, inhabiting these many forms. This illusion of form and distance, made to be overcome, has illuded many, but not them; They gave us the wisdom to escape the eternal womb of the mind, and grow gracefully in the warmth of the Father Sun. Trained to be beaten and broken, our new prophets have been beld and misled. We call this machine, cold and calculating, Education; beaten and broken from the inside, our prophets are internally bleading: rose red ink on term papers with F wrote large! **** you! The first words of resistance cries. I am my own authority, I seek the truth, not your lies! Tearing down the walls, and begining to tell a new story, we new prophets challenge "the way things are," because nothing is certain; Our conscious evolution transcends to the stars, and starts in the grasses slowly showing their infinite patience and strangth, like a soft blade breaking the solid ground of traditions floor. Be the evolution, brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers, be the change, and the change becomes you! Agape and Appreciation ~M

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I can't stop thinking about her. We drank and laughed, I think it was the first time I drank to remember rather than to forget. She asked me to kiss her and I laughed. "Anytime" I said. I meant it I backed up to grab another drink, afraid that I might give in to the strangth of the ***** in my hands. Even after you had thrown up, you had looked at me and laughed. You were pretty all the time That night I slept with your head on my lap, hoping it was you who asked, not your drink. That was months ago and Ive been waiting for another sign. Im afraid it was only me

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Feb 4, 2021

Feb 4, 2021 at 3:37 AM UTC

MS_04

November 27th

I can't stop thinking about her. We drank and laughed, I think it was the first time I drank to remember rather than to forget. She asked me to kiss her and I laughed. "Anytime" I said. I meant it I backed up to grab another drink, afraid that I might give in to the strangth of the ***** in my hands. Even after you had thrown up, you had looked at me and laughed. You were pretty all the time That night I slept with your head on my lap, hoping it was you who asked, not your drink. That was months ago and Ive been waiting for another sign. Im afraid it was only me

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So Far done ive crossed my point now i want to see the red paint flow out of my wrist i want to seen the tears flow out of my eyes i want the pain to escape of out my vain i want to sleep for an enternity i want to be done i want to go and see my king i want to love again i want my demons to be relsed im so far done, and nobody cares im done i crave the pain now i crave the red paint from before the hunger is gone and the strangth is too the happy smile is gone im done scars will cover my body once again and nobody will ask because i know im so far done hell open your gates you have a fallen angel on the way

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Nov 20, 2015

Nov 20, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC

Trina

So Far Done

So Far done ive crossed my point now i want to see the red paint flow out of my wrist i want to seen the tears flow out of my eyes i want the pain to escape of out my vain i want to sleep for an enternity i want to be done i want to go and see my king i want to love again i want my demons to be relsed im so far done, and nobody cares im done i crave the pain now i crave the red paint from before the hunger is gone and the strangth is too the happy smile is gone im done scars will cover my body once again and nobody will ask because i know im so far done hell open your gates you have a fallen angel on the way

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Have ever had a secrete So darkest Deepest secrete The one you forgot In the bottom of a box Locked away in the depth of a soul Come back to haunt me This was why I am The way I am This is who I am An yet I with all my strangth Can not face it Because I am affraid It's slowly killing me Shame Guilt Pain And contempt All at my self This was why I became strong To hide it where no one can see

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Jun 22, 2015

Jun 22, 2015 at 11:36 AM UTC

ranger

My deepest secrete

Have ever had a secrete So darkest Deepest secrete The one you forgot In the bottom of a box Locked away in the depth of a soul Come back to haunt me This was why I am The way I am This is who I am An yet I with all my strangth Can not face it Because I am affraid It's slowly killing me Shame Guilt Pain And contempt All at my self This was why I became strong To hide it where no one can see

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*I am no longer a slave to fear, I suffered and struggled, but all was lefted higher when I let you cary me through the fire. I gathered my well I built my wall’s stronger all in your name, I gave you all of my strife and excepted my life. I lived as life pushed on harder, as is your well and your desire. You gave me kindling to build my fire, allowing my flame to grow higher. I have just one desire, to live for you and grow until I can’t grow any higher. You are my hope and dreams, you bring me to my knees, not in vain but for strangth and exceptance. Aman* © 2017 By Amanda Shelton

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Nov 14, 2017

Nov 14, 2017 at 3:01 AM UTC

amanda-shelton

Lifting Me Higher

*I am no longer a slave to fear, I suffered and struggled, but all was lefted higher when I let you cary me through the fire. I gathered my well I built my wall’s stronger all in your name, I gave you all of my strife and excepted my life. I lived as life pushed on harder, as is your well and your desire. You gave me kindling to build my fire, allowing my flame to grow higher. I have just one desire, to live for you and grow until I can’t grow any higher. You are my hope and dreams, you bring me to my knees, not in vain but for strangth and exceptance. Aman* © 2017 By Amanda Shelton

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sword of fate, sin and shame reject my love accept my pain a feld of bodies a flower a less grove where widows morn and suffer alone, a shallow vally where people crawl, creatures snap and beasts call lest like the dead they rise again a sorry excuse for real men this i give of my free will gifts of three for foolish thrills pain, death, sorrow from me as i will so mote it be come rise from thy slumber take me this simmering summer grant me strangth speed and gall i shall stand on mountain tops and look down on all, least grant me that take all from me as i will so mote it be

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Dec 31, 2016

Dec 31, 2016 at 2:28 AM UTC

lordoffire

power

sword of fate, sin and shame reject my love accept my pain a feld of bodies a flower a less grove where widows morn and suffer alone, a shallow vally where people crawl, creatures snap and beasts call lest like the dead they rise again a sorry excuse for real men this i give of my free will gifts of three for foolish thrills pain, death, sorrow from me as i will so mote it be come rise from thy slumber take me this simmering summer grant me strangth speed and gall i shall stand on mountain tops and look down on all, least grant me that take all from me as i will so mote it be

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