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"waht" poems
Memes! Angels, aberrations of opposition super standing overseeing you, The screamin' heebie jeebies. Yo, where you wanta go, you axin me we just go with it, the flow 'know? What I mean is, are we memes or mes or messes of yeses gone all johnny rcome late-rotten scarred scared, some thing not so far from sacred when you put your mind to the whole idea of life being at all. Thinking this is not easy. We are Able. Our belly's living waters cry out, you are your brother's keeper, yes, you are. Be leavin' that be, I am is, and you is, too. When you apprehend the meme named war. That meme has led the me-me mob for as far as men remember, but now, machines remember for us, all the facts, just the facts, ma'am. Why'd the d go into a comma, Pop? Welt (Duetch, bitte) Enshaung, glaube ich, vie leicht, aber are we ever going to filter out these German bleed-overs? stay tuned, next week the meme beacon is pulled down, who shall pre or post or ex maybe vail, travail, like trip wow, I hate being a 20 year old vet back in the U.S. of A. FTA All the way, Airborne ******** Herman Hesse ******** Jorney to and fro the east to west, and soon, et cetera. Siam is a mere myth now, eh? As the Narnia thing not called a heathen lie was allowed allowable in mere Christianity. I've only seen the English POV's on PBS, they may be filtered through feedback, meme belching bursting bubbles from new wine 'nold vessels about to plode into eternity, singing along. Thank you, very much. May I introduce, duce, intro duce, y'gittin this? Duce means 2 if you see e squeen between, you see that? Fun. No reason for fun? Who here, now, believes that or, no, bees leavin' those lies be told? Hunh? Y'know? Watch man, waht of the night? See, what I mean? All this from me hearin' some guy say, "Come and see, like that was okeh. For any body, n'me, too. Thinking, as a past-time, is pointless. You know, if you act like it.
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Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 1:21 AM UTC
Howard Blooming Me-mes
Memes! Angels, aberrations of opposition super standing overseeing you, The screamin' heebie jeebies. Yo, where you wanta go, you axin me we just go with it, the flow 'know? What I mean is, are we memes or mes or messes of yeses gone all johnny rcome late-rotten scarred scared, some thing not so far from sacred when you put your mind to the whole idea of life being at all. Thinking this is not easy. We are Able. Our belly's living waters cry out, you are your brother's keeper, yes, you are. Be leavin' that be, I am is, and you is, too. When you apprehend the meme named war. That meme has led the me-me mob for as far as men remember, but now, machines remember for us, all the facts, just the facts, ma'am. Why'd the d go into a comma, Pop? Welt (Duetch, bitte) Enshaung, glaube ich, vie leicht, aber are we ever going to filter out these German bleed-overs? stay tuned, next week the meme beacon is pulled down, who shall pre or post or ex maybe vail, travail, like trip wow, I hate being a 20 year old vet back in the U.S. of A. FTA All the way, Airborne ******** Herman Hesse ******** Jorney to and fro the east to west, and soon, et cetera. Siam is a mere myth now, eh? As the Narnia thing not called a heathen lie was allowed allowable in mere Christianity. I've only seen the English POV's on PBS, they may be filtered through feedback, meme belching bursting bubbles from new wine 'nold vessels about to plode into eternity, singing along. Thank you, very much. May I introduce, duce, intro duce, y'gittin this? Duce means 2 if you see e squeen between, you see that? Fun. No reason for fun? Who here, now, believes that or, no, bees leavin' those lies be told? Hunh? Y'know? Watch man, waht of the night? See, what I mean? All this from me hearin' some guy say, "Come and see, like that was okeh. For any body, n'me, too. Thinking, as a past-time, is pointless. You know, if you act like it.
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a mirror never lies the way you look at it in any way you can never be wise never could you look away and have different say what you see ist waht may one get but never lie the way you look at it even happy it sees you sad no matter how good it can show the worse of it a mirror never lies what it sees is not the reflection but the deeper desperation somthing worse that addiction it cannot say what you are but lets you see who you are say whatever you say but it will show you the way nomatter how you look at it its you it will show a mirror never lies that is true dreams are something you see dont lie for it will show you the truth don't argue and it give you answers amirror never lies to you for its you who is lying to it what you see you might notlike but thats the truth and it hard to fight never fight what you see in the mirror for it will just comeback to hunt you a mirror never lie even if you try for you are the one lying and not the mirror you face face the truth no matter what you see you may be ugly but happy you may be filthy but clean its not the reflection who is talking but its the reflection showing what you are of it knowing
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
Mirror
welcome to houston texas we roll swangas n swishers we might hit cha with the torch if ya dont know where ya stand in the ghetto we never let go of painful memories we got brothers get shot by cops to brothers getting got by they own i try not to led a path of sin on my own phone home soon to be at the crossroads knockin at thugs mansion door got **** how did i get smoked i thought i was backed by my locs now im sittin with malcolm and martin n garvey enjoying a smoke wish i could reach deep into the pains of black folks brain and let em know we used to be kings n queens but **** dont flipped once they change the color of the script but ***** i peep game since i was embryo last of a dying breed corrupt seed we can changr indeed we just gotta change waht our minds feed but we too intrigue from the worlds scent a ghetto ih now that've got your intention lets form a syndication reform strategize black nation we all brothers from haitan to jamacian makin nothing but flawless beats smokin swisher sweets at the swap meet or better yet the bayou classic listenin to magic 1 0 2 point one everybody having fun without the use of a gun buts ther3s always one that wanna start **** got his wig split now take a picture for yo casket wish times wasnt so hard but im always on the guard sneaky *** white supremacy pushin gay antics miss with that semantic yall aint slick so let me hit ya with some of the realist rhymes that make up for the crimes cuz im tired of this ****** poor livin everyday sinning no winning stuck at a permenant loss but somehow my soul still grows even though the world be a ghetto the ghetto
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Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 9:45 PM UTC
The World is a Ghetto
welcome to houston texas we roll swangas n swishers we might hit cha with the torch if ya dont know where ya stand in the ghetto we never let go of painful memories we got brothers get shot by cops to brothers getting got by they own i try not to led a path of sin on my own phone home soon to be at the crossroads knockin at thugs mansion door got **** how did i get smoked i thought i was backed by my locs now im sittin with malcolm and martin n garvey enjoying a smoke wish i could reach deep into the pains of black folks brain and let em know we used to be kings n queens but **** dont flipped once they change the color of the script but ***** i peep game since i was embryo last of a dying breed corrupt seed we can changr indeed we just gotta change waht our minds feed but we too intrigue from the worlds scent a ghetto ih now that've got your intention lets form a syndication reform strategize black nation we all brothers from haitan to jamacian makin nothing but flawless beats smokin swisher sweets at the swap meet or better yet the bayou classic listenin to magic 1 0 2 point one everybody having fun without the use of a gun buts ther3s always one that wanna start **** got his wig split now take a picture for yo casket wish times wasnt so hard but im always on the guard sneaky *** white supremacy pushin gay antics miss with that semantic yall aint slick so let me hit ya with some of the realist rhymes that make up for the crimes cuz im tired of this ****** poor livin everyday sinning no winning stuck at a permenant loss but somehow my soul still grows even though the world be a ghetto the ghetto
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(Mark, xi.17) Thy mansion is the Christian's heart, O Lord, Thy dwelling place secure! Bid the unruly throng depart, And leave the consecrated door. Devoted as it is to Thee, A thievish swarm frequents the place, They steal away my hopes from me, And rob my Saviour of His praise. There, too, a sharp designing trade Sin, Satan, and the World maintain; Nor cease to press me, and persuade To part with ease, and purchase pain. I know them, and I hate their din; And weary of the bustling crowd; But while their voice is heard within, I cannot serve Thee as I would. Oh! for the joy thy presence gives, What peace shall reign when Thou art there; Thy presence makes this den of thieves A calm delightful house of prayer. And if Thou make Thy temple shine, Yet self-abased, will I adore; The gold and silver are not mine; I give Thee waht was Thine before.
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The House of Prayer
* turely wulod wnat to witre ye a ncie peom but i cnnaot seem to get tehse wrods rghit ye see all my letrets are so mxied up resmelbin' excat wath be on my mnid tho smeowehre i hvae hared taht wehn ineded the fisrt 'n' the lsat lteter rhgilty palced one salhl be albe to msaetr 'n' raed wrdos rhgit in the eaxct crorcet odrer ye see i srue am not taht wreid at all tho at laset not mroe tahn any one can wahtveer uopn to, or waht we slahl jsut nveer be of toshe rdaey to ban wihcveer ye siltl do not udnrtaensd do not be of tsohe be jgudin' the man ** ..lvoe alawys... * عرفان بن يوسف © AH 04/03/1439 **
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Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 9:11 AM UTC
..rghlity stnad...
Who knew of Gwendolyn as if I should know as if it were February on the history channel Is it odd that Ed finally introduced us after so many years as if he should be suspiciously Caucasian like Ed who I really don't know from Baltimore growing up white against black because that's how America was and is lovable, hardworking, left-leaning with a racist mother or not like Curtis who's Pusherman from Chicago deals I don't know waht because I've got no streets but enough schoolin than most deserve. I didn't know Gwendolyn and that's not ironic motivation to deal more poetic ***** up for us to huff.
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Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
Gwendolyn & Ed
Here in a conversation Her face in your mind Her name on your lips But there is nothing to find She hides a secret Only that we know She wont say a word Wont let it show You asked me once You asked me twice No more gambling for me I'll roll the dice I liked you can't you see? I still do She took that away from me She took away you I asked for a favor A simple act of kindness For her to watch out for you Not take you in blindness She let me believe everything All the lies she told too I'm still hurting from it Are you? Until this very moment On this very day I was scared to tell you Scared you would walk away But I have no more fear I know what I must do Say how I feel And waht my heart feels is true I still like you I'm not even sure why But when I think about it It makes me want ot cry Obviously I care about you Your happiness and all i'm going to try and forget Everything that made me fall The way we act when we're alone Your body close to mine And how you looked at me The way your eyes shinned I want it to be done I want you out of my head I second guess eveything you do If only you caould have said Said what you wanted And what you wanted from me That last night on the lake front Where it went from us to we I wont forget you Not in a million years but I'm done crying over you You don't deserve my tears Funny thing is that you don't even know How I'm writing this poem for you And how it made me grow I understand the reasons I don't think you do Because one day you will find her The girl that completes you Fall in love with her Give her everything you can Because one day she will be gone You'll be left a lonely man One day you'll see what I mean My wish will come true That we could have each other I could've been with you Don't know when it will happen Or how long it will be Maybe the universe will do it right And make us a we Goodnight and good day I wish always for you To hope you find someone to love As much as I loved you.
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Nov 5, 2011
Nov 5, 2011 at 11:07 AM UTC
You really wanna know?
Here in a conversation Her face in your mind Her name on your lips But there is nothing to find She hides a secret Only that we know She wont say a word Wont let it show You asked me once You asked me twice No more gambling for me I'll roll the dice I liked you can't you see? I still do She took that away from me She took away you I asked for a favor A simple act of kindness For her to watch out for you Not take you in blindness She let me believe everything All the lies she told too I'm still hurting from it Are you? Until this very moment On this very day I was scared to tell you Scared you would walk away But I have no more fear I know what I must do Say how I feel And waht my heart feels is true I still like you I'm not even sure why But when I think about it It makes me want ot cry Obviously I care about you Your happiness and all i'm going to try and forget Everything that made me fall The way we act when we're alone Your body close to mine And how you looked at me The way your eyes shinned I want it to be done I want you out of my head I second guess eveything you do If only you caould have said Said what you wanted And what you wanted from me That last night on the lake front Where it went from us to we I wont forget you Not in a million years but I'm done crying over you You don't deserve my tears Funny thing is that you don't even know How I'm writing this poem for you And how it made me grow I understand the reasons I don't think you do Because one day you will find her The girl that completes you Fall in love with her Give her everything you can Because one day she will be gone You'll be left a lonely man One day you'll see what I mean My wish will come true That we could have each other I could've been with you Don't know when it will happen Or how long it will be Maybe the universe will do it right And make us a we Goodnight and good day I wish always for you To hope you find someone to love As much as I loved you.
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I can still see Stan pulling his hair and off there to the right, Oliver with his, I can never remember if it was a bowler or a pork pie hat, but I kinda like that, like the haziness of a memory that comforts me, it's a part of the comedy of growing up. Once, like I was two or maybe three an eternity ago, on a trike, pedals and a bell, pedalling like hell was on nmy trail, but the word constituent, constituant, ringing in my head, must have repeated and said that word for hours and hours. Mum Said, i had ABC, well that's waht it sounded like to me, acronyms, CIA, RAC,CBI, I went to the citizens advice bureau the CAB, WHICH if I really had OCD, would be the ABC, BUT YOU SEE the alphabet is what we get in tinswith tomata sauce and Mum OF course had the last word. They always do when you're two or maybe three.
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 6:36 AM UTC
A bit of funny.
what would you do if i socked you in the face what would you do if i filled you with hate would you hate me till the end of your days would you get back up without a daze would you sock me back and throw me to the floor would you hit my head on the grounf till i breathe no more would you stand up and let the blood mix with your tears would you smile and end all of your fears would you do it again and love it even more would you do it again even in the middle of a store would you even let him/her suffer would you even let him/her cry and curse would you even let him/her build his/her hat for the worst would you plant that seed of hate in his/her brain would you make him/her scream in pain would you not let him/her stop would you make him/her **** a lot would you let him/her **** anyone but you would you know what these monsters you've created can do would ***** tell you that you are not hate would ***** tell you are simply a victim an example of what it can create would ***** tell you that this is your end would ***** tell that there's nothing abut you ***** would miss would ***** tell you that hate has no friend would ***** give you a goodbye death kiss would you feel betrayed by friends would you feel that stab in the heart that hate sends would you be stupid enough to not know why this is happening would you be sad would you feel bad would you go away and die realizing waht you've done knowing no one will miss you no one will cry knowing all your leaving behind is hate only fire in the eye and a heart pierced by a steak and the longer your in this hole the deeper it gets you know what it creates and it made you pay the ultimate debt What Would You Do (Love)  is in the works in progress
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Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 12:55 PM UTC
What Would You Do (hate)
what would you do if i socked you in the face what would you do if i filled you with hate would you hate me till the end of your days would you get back up without a daze would you sock me back and throw me to the floor would you hit my head on the grounf till i breathe no more would you stand up and let the blood mix with your tears would you smile and end all of your fears would you do it again and love it even more would you do it again even in the middle of a store would you even let him/her suffer would you even let him/her cry and curse would you even let him/her build his/her hat for the worst would you plant that seed of hate in his/her brain would you make him/her scream in pain would you not let him/her stop would you make him/her **** a lot would you let him/her **** anyone but you would you know what these monsters you've created can do would ***** tell you that you are not hate would ***** tell you are simply a victim an example of what it can create would ***** tell you that this is your end would ***** tell that there's nothing abut you ***** would miss would ***** tell you that hate has no friend would ***** give you a goodbye death kiss would you feel betrayed by friends would you feel that stab in the heart that hate sends would you be stupid enough to not know why this is happening would you be sad would you feel bad would you go away and die realizing waht you've done knowing no one will miss you no one will cry knowing all your leaving behind is hate only fire in the eye and a heart pierced by a steak and the longer your in this hole the deeper it gets you know what it creates and it made you pay the ultimate debt What Would You Do (Love)  is in the works in progress
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So I don't know how to tell you I've felt like this for some time I dont know waht started it But I feel that way now I odnt know how to tell you Just how I feel Every one says we would be good That we are a cute couple But I dont know how to tell you We talk every day Almost all day long People say you like me too Because of the way you act I never realized it But i guess that its true The feeling that I have for you I didnt think I ever would But when you cross my mind i smile I feel weak in the knees I've never felt like this before We talk all the time But yet I still cant tell you Just how I really feel
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May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
Don't Know How to Tell You
Learning difference weighing sameness to within the spectrum of gravity on earth. Balance in valence, whence ---if that is not meaningless, maybe colored wombed men, mit henna hair, come well within the confines of my fire's light, bearing news of even'ts and odds and ends, since we begin new, night downloads activate new mercy. hmmm, not waht I expected. new mercy, I get it. My last raton of mercy was exhausted putting me to sleep. So whole new mercy, everundamnday! And, I remember everything. This book, these lines, your minds and my roles, oh my, I owe some sanity to the guy who built etymonline.com,,, what a treasure that unwombed man has given AI and I to build nexts with.
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Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 6:39 PM UTC
Sense y non
Waht hvae I dnoe? Bad dseicon ralely.
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Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 2:05 AM UTC
Dzizy
Waht do you call projections of people? You know, the ones we create in our head the ones we keep so close we feel like we know them we feel like we own them. But thats all they are, projections. The real you is walking around flesh and blood. The real you is breathing a different air. I'd trade my projection for the real you anytime.
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 2:56 PM UTC
Projections
What did we now speak, For all this world hears, Waht did we now keep, For the surrounding bears, With me this wound deep, Afar within, of this pace, That ever solemnity ponders, What we shall seap and lace, Is it Hope!!!
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Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 1:33 AM UTC
Come On
Sometimes i wonder of waht use is going to school,‎ And i ponder what knowledge we gain in books,‎ This tin called life tied a Father's brain loose, ‎ So tell me waht else you expecting of a son too,‎ after going to d university you still have to learn life as a lesson, ‎ This point gat me thinking if disappointment is a blessing.‎ I just failed jamb the fourth time, should i write once again, ‎ But from your point of view, explain #HOW_USELESS_IS_MA_BRAIN.‎ But also don't forget i have the same head with bill gate.‎ Experience is the best teacher, who can help me narrate?? ‎ Life is the greatest teacher, these words i can"t just debate, ‎ Lined with several opportunities, how do i even relate, ‎ We try to reach it n we lose it, how do we recreate, ‎ How do we reach it when our hands are tied in chains,‎ The more we reach the more we reach in vain, ‎ All dis pain goes deep and cause a twitch in brain, ‎ Opportunity ain't for the poor that's waht the rich says... Now i just learn wisdom done come wit age, ‎ Same thing that makes Zuckerberg sit n talk with gates,‎ I lied to myself n said there's alot of opportunities up in states, ‎ My mind of states told me shut up you fail to use your brain, ‎ Then i roll up some **** if they would help me rethink,‎ Pick up a bottle, sip up some gin,‎ So I could fall asleep, ‎ Then i woke up with hiccups, and my thoughts widening,‎ Pick up my laptop, well m don hiding,‎ Signed up for Air Force, hope i get a safe landing,‎ Waited for months, because that was ma only option, ‎ When d result came,am ****** i failed again, Tell me #HOW_USLESS_IS_MY_BRAIN??‎ Now m imprisoned in my mind, who's gonna bail,‎ These storms of life, how do i even sail,‎ In this race of life, how do i cross the finish lane, ‎ But m confused, if failure helps you succeed maybe i should just fail again, ‎ Every time i tried to proceed life just hit the breaks again, ‎ Opportunity comes but once that's the lie they say, ‎ Wake up son Faraday tried 100 times didn't you hear the tale?? ‎ But i'm thinking of quitting why cant i b like Faraday?? If per adventure I quit, will that help me make the fame, ‎ This got me entangled n engulfed in the irony of words that says,‎ if I don't quit #HOW_USELESS_IS_MA_BRAIN??‎
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Dec 25, 2019
Dec 25, 2019 at 5:29 PM UTC
How Useless is My Brain
Sometimes i wonder of waht use is going to school,‎ And i ponder what knowledge we gain in books,‎ This tin called life tied a Father's brain loose, ‎ So tell me waht else you expecting of a son too,‎ after going to d university you still have to learn life as a lesson, ‎ This point gat me thinking if disappointment is a blessing.‎ I just failed jamb the fourth time, should i write once again, ‎ But from your point of view, explain #HOW_USELESS_IS_MA_BRAIN.‎ But also don't forget i have the same head with bill gate.‎ Experience is the best teacher, who can help me narrate?? ‎ Life is the greatest teacher, these words i can"t just debate, ‎ Lined with several opportunities, how do i even relate, ‎ We try to reach it n we lose it, how do we recreate, ‎ How do we reach it when our hands are tied in chains,‎ The more we reach the more we reach in vain, ‎ All dis pain goes deep and cause a twitch in brain, ‎ Opportunity ain't for the poor that's waht the rich says... Now i just learn wisdom done come wit age, ‎ Same thing that makes Zuckerberg sit n talk with gates,‎ I lied to myself n said there's alot of opportunities up in states, ‎ My mind of states told me shut up you fail to use your brain, ‎ Then i roll up some **** if they would help me rethink,‎ Pick up a bottle, sip up some gin,‎ So I could fall asleep, ‎ Then i woke up with hiccups, and my thoughts widening,‎ Pick up my laptop, well m don hiding,‎ Signed up for Air Force, hope i get a safe landing,‎ Waited for months, because that was ma only option, ‎ When d result came,am ****** i failed again, Tell me #HOW_USLESS_IS_MY_BRAIN??‎ Now m imprisoned in my mind, who's gonna bail,‎ These storms of life, how do i even sail,‎ In this race of life, how do i cross the finish lane, ‎ But m confused, if failure helps you succeed maybe i should just fail again, ‎ Every time i tried to proceed life just hit the breaks again, ‎ Opportunity comes but once that's the lie they say, ‎ Wake up son Faraday tried 100 times didn't you hear the tale?? ‎ But i'm thinking of quitting why cant i b like Faraday?? If per adventure I quit, will that help me make the fame, ‎ This got me entangled n engulfed in the irony of words that says,‎ if I don't quit #HOW_USELESS_IS_MA_BRAIN??‎
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