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"undersand" poems
Inner working of my insanity you know well. green fairy cube of sugar over ice water its tender journey few need to undersand. So you travle a abstract road and bury your soul underneath the ice. Cold in hell beauthy in darkness veils of sanity but velvet embers of a strange haunting scene. It is the curse and i the moth to it's flame. death of tommorows cast visions of a oceans sound. I am but a leaf cast over dark waters never struggle just drift. In history I travle speaking in tones surreal to my ear. if so shall i slip will insanity be but a moment fractured in dream. Screams in a far off space so distant from mine. No pain exists here for im gone in form. A painting in a stars t moon cast scenes erased by light. Where i go none should follow for the price is only for the distant in thought to pay. Emptyness cascades in the past so for now here i yern only to stay. Green in light wormwoods fire sweet in bliss. No path is ever set. Tragedy in play i cast no regrets apon my stage. A ear in respect a razor in hand. I slice into a faint glimmer no pain shall I understand nights cloak the dawn days cast stories unwritten. In genius we find insanitys child. Broken glass cuts clear my moments are chipped as of stone. Time knows me not for i am but speck in a waters fall. Nightmares and my destined fate. Kissed of vemon. She in madness hold's open the path to my visions gate. Between death and dream insanity and a razors gleam. From the darkest space does my page bleed to write. Will you **** my thought only glorify the loss of mind. In the drinks madness my genius I shall never yern to find.
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Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 6:24 AM UTC
Absinthe
Inner working of my insanity you know well. green fairy cube of sugar over ice water its tender journey few need to undersand. So you travle a abstract road and bury your soul underneath the ice. Cold in hell beauthy in darkness veils of sanity but velvet embers of a strange haunting scene. It is the curse and i the moth to it's flame. death of tommorows cast visions of a oceans sound. I am but a leaf cast over dark waters never struggle just drift. In history I travle speaking in tones surreal to my ear. if so shall i slip will insanity be but a moment fractured in dream. Screams in a far off space so distant from mine. No pain exists here for im gone in form. A painting in a stars t moon cast scenes erased by light. Where i go none should follow for the price is only for the distant in thought to pay. Emptyness cascades in the past so for now here i yern only to stay. Green in light wormwoods fire sweet in bliss. No path is ever set. Tragedy in play i cast no regrets apon my stage. A ear in respect a razor in hand. I slice into a faint glimmer no pain shall I understand nights cloak the dawn days cast stories unwritten. In genius we find insanitys child. Broken glass cuts clear my moments are chipped as of stone. Time knows me not for i am but speck in a waters fall. Nightmares and my destined fate. Kissed of vemon. She in madness hold's open the path to my visions gate. Between death and dream insanity and a razors gleam. From the darkest space does my page bleed to write. Will you **** my thought only glorify the loss of mind. In the drinks madness my genius I shall never yern to find.
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You wear your presence lightly, you politely undermine it for the folks who'd find it fright'ning in the normal daily grind You are jocular and flighty wear a self-effacing grace although your shoulders might be mighty were they not so undermined We met at a rehearsal for an amateur dramatic act to shrink the universal to a comfortable size They took a work of genius the timeless peerless grandeur and they whittled it to meaninglessness - There I caught your eye. "I hear you need a drummer!" you intoned in toffee baritone and sad, diluted Shakespeare did evaporate tout suite "We're gigging in the summer!" I replied in my delight and then I knew I'd found a friend who might just help me keep the beat. I found you were an artist of broken, brittle beauty who believed an artists' duty was to challenge and defy Who had washed up in the genteel artists' village of Kircudbright where the art is safe and snooty, boats and trees and sunny sky But your canvas is elastic is electric and eclectic as you drastically cast an angry eye across it all Any prettiness is sitting on a nauseous unwellness where the skeleton of Elvis boogies by a butcher's stall Well we found some fellow feeling in our mutual defiance casting darts at art and science and amusing just ourselves Made some music, sank some bevvies wrote a book, got raging drunk but what we managed withered, shrunk by what we planned and simply shelved. Well it seems that I've been hoping that our business was unfinished that our plans were undiminished by the passing of the years That some catalyst would manifest and shake us into action dissipate the dull distraction of the daily hopes and fears. But it seems that you are leaving that your talent, brightly blazing and the fact that you're amazing has been missed by this wee town Well I undersand it, ****** but I'll miss you now, my brother and the tumbled jumbled colour that you spun from Solway brown.
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Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 9:45 AM UTC
Richard
You wear your presence lightly, you politely undermine it for the folks who'd find it fright'ning in the normal daily grind You are jocular and flighty wear a self-effacing grace although your shoulders might be mighty were they not so undermined We met at a rehearsal for an amateur dramatic act to shrink the universal to a comfortable size They took a work of genius the timeless peerless grandeur and they whittled it to meaninglessness - There I caught your eye. "I hear you need a drummer!" you intoned in toffee baritone and sad, diluted Shakespeare did evaporate tout suite "We're gigging in the summer!" I replied in my delight and then I knew I'd found a friend who might just help me keep the beat. I found you were an artist of broken, brittle beauty who believed an artists' duty was to challenge and defy Who had washed up in the genteel artists' village of Kircudbright where the art is safe and snooty, boats and trees and sunny sky But your canvas is elastic is electric and eclectic as you drastically cast an angry eye across it all Any prettiness is sitting on a nauseous unwellness where the skeleton of Elvis boogies by a butcher's stall Well we found some fellow feeling in our mutual defiance casting darts at art and science and amusing just ourselves Made some music, sank some bevvies wrote a book, got raging drunk but what we managed withered, shrunk by what we planned and simply shelved. Well it seems that I've been hoping that our business was unfinished that our plans were undiminished by the passing of the years That some catalyst would manifest and shake us into action dissipate the dull distraction of the daily hopes and fears. But it seems that you are leaving that your talent, brightly blazing and the fact that you're amazing has been missed by this wee town Well I undersand it, ****** but I'll miss you now, my brother and the tumbled jumbled colour that you spun from Solway brown.
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Did you think you was gonna pull the wolf over my eyes Why do you talk stupid? To make you undersand! Dont you know it's a dog eat dog world out there, it's survival of the fattest There you go talking stupid again!! And there you go understanding again
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Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC
Stupid Talk
Open your heart, open your hands, close your eyes. Dive in feeling. Make your transcendence experience happened. Totally open minded. I dont know who I am. But I feel that. You can be mine experience and I can become yours experience. I can help you undersand the spirit molecule inside of you.
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Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 7:18 AM UTC
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Departed is my soul from its body, undersand I do not...... Lost I am not knowing my true tradition confused I am about my genes well,im made of genes of two people yet im only sure about one person. Abandoned I have been..... your presence I do not know your voice I cant trace hence I only heard it then and you disapeared even your ****** appearance I can not spot painfull it gets for every reason in every season. Never do I get that conditional love since your presence lacks at every condition pity I cried till my eyes fell off searched everywhere I did till I felt There is no use your love is everything I've ever crave for But the indefinable opposite is all I've ever got short of words I am Describe you I can not cause I know nothing about you fatherless I feel yet I have a father even though everything proves I'm fatherless I still do have a father Little is my faith that ill ever know you im lost and you know it but never do you try to find me even though you brought me into this world I still feel im in a different world from yours im lost and you.......
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Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 5:17 PM UTC
im lost and you know it
Standing in the wind wishing I could start agian, but yet I relize I can't. I try to get up, or move, or walk, but yet I relize I can't. Now they come to terrorize me agian. They grab me by the arm and take me away once more. But yet, I dont undersand why. They take me underground to see their high master. So they can decide my fate once more. He took one look, and smiled his evil smile, and told the gaurds to do the extreme to me. I cry,scream, and try to tear my way out, but only in my mind. Because i relize if I did it outloud, I would surely die. But yet, something still came out of my mouth once more. Now the king told them to do the extreme plus more. Now I've done it. I've killed myself today. I will not be able to breath or live for another day. They take me away to where they will **** me today. So now I wait for my fate to come, and start to pray. They start to beat me, and throw me agianst the rocks. But I relize, I do not feel any pain. I feel strength growing in my arms and start to think I can live another day. But before they hit me agian, a light shines. It takes away every drop of darkness in the world. A person comes down, tells me to stand back, and starts to fight agianst them. They flee in fright, because of what is in their sight. I really dont know why they ran, but yet I relize I didn't see the face of the man. He turned around and I instantly relized this wasn't any ordinary man. This was the lord, my savior, the ruler of the light. I could not beleive my sight. He takes my hand, and asks me to walk with him. Then he takes me out of here to never go back agian. He lifts me free, and I am forever faithfull to him. He takes me to his kingdom where I am forever free. To walk and talk and live worry free. I can finally be in a greatfull peace. I reize now, I can finally start agian once more.
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Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 5:52 PM UTC
Freedom
Standing in the wind wishing I could start agian, but yet I relize I can't. I try to get up, or move, or walk, but yet I relize I can't. Now they come to terrorize me agian. They grab me by the arm and take me away once more. But yet, I dont undersand why. They take me underground to see their high master. So they can decide my fate once more. He took one look, and smiled his evil smile, and told the gaurds to do the extreme to me. I cry,scream, and try to tear my way out, but only in my mind. Because i relize if I did it outloud, I would surely die. But yet, something still came out of my mouth once more. Now the king told them to do the extreme plus more. Now I've done it. I've killed myself today. I will not be able to breath or live for another day. They take me away to where they will **** me today. So now I wait for my fate to come, and start to pray. They start to beat me, and throw me agianst the rocks. But I relize, I do not feel any pain. I feel strength growing in my arms and start to think I can live another day. But before they hit me agian, a light shines. It takes away every drop of darkness in the world. A person comes down, tells me to stand back, and starts to fight agianst them. They flee in fright, because of what is in their sight. I really dont know why they ran, but yet I relize I didn't see the face of the man. He turned around and I instantly relized this wasn't any ordinary man. This was the lord, my savior, the ruler of the light. I could not beleive my sight. He takes my hand, and asks me to walk with him. Then he takes me out of here to never go back agian. He lifts me free, and I am forever faithfull to him. He takes me to his kingdom where I am forever free. To walk and talk and live worry free. I can finally be in a greatfull peace. I reize now, I can finally start agian once more.
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Where is my muse today? I stare out windows at the grey Wasteland filled with rain. Where did the fervor go?    Did it fly away, To rain sodden trees,    To fall and quench clay, From budding twigs and stunted     Leaves? Where is the fire today? Lifes cold, so dull and plain. If I pray for warmth, will it stay, Or be extinguished by the rain? Where is the vigor,    That filled my days in youth? Why won't it manifest in adult figure?    Was it exhausted by the search for truth? Truth, what is it? Is it found in flowers, Or does each man write his own, Sitting in a shady bower? Truth, what is it?    Will I find it if I pray? So many questions, and here I sit.    Where is my muse today? I stare out windows at the wasteland, Rain sodden trees, stunted leaves, all    Grey, Life made of clay, and will, to    Undersand, Questions posed by a spring day.
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May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 7:07 AM UTC
Questions Posed by a Spring Day
I know secret air your wild ocean winds   stabbing angels pretending to be people. I see stars dripping outside every lonely window, turn over my spirit to soft whispers. Darkness sings stars fly falling    still you ask me to master white storm. This part of me no longer craves bodies, my walls begin rising   nobody has time to undersand   what we all go through. It's fine. I'll keep it to myself. My hard burn cry bolting for the galloping  green pastures. Hoping to tune back in to a station playing for love and children. My dust ghost space knows how to power ache flow hoping to find   your running rainbow lips promising eternal sunshine for quiet pen minds. Melt my waves piece by piece. Are there any eyes who love my silent sun inside? Nobody sees us when we turn back to mist, fearless to remember   the path of totality when my solitary roots slip down to be counseled   by pure water trembling still   from underground sun injected by honeycombs   lying still in floating pools I turn to you forgetting how to speak. Vast sea taking my edge, your calm waters making me forget   I ever bled.
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Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 10:45 PM UTC
Turn back to Mist
It's not bright like other days Stormy afternoons are strange but tranquil It feels like I have landed in some other century I feel calm...my pain goes away The music hits different As I sit in dark...writing There is something about them...I never undersand I feel nostalgic...and I kinda love feeling that way I miss someone really bad...I don't know it's whom? But my heart gets overwhelmed, and it's not empty anymore. Stormy afternoons are dark but most beautiful! The storm and the roaring wind turns me brand new! But I am left wishing for it to return... as the maddening sun comes out.
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Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 1:48 AM UTC
Stormy Afternoons