"weiss" poems - Hello Poetry

Sie ist wie mein ****** eine schöne und schmerzliche Abhängigkeit. Ich weiss sie ist nicht gut für mich, aber bin ich schon zu tief. Obwohl es wird mich umbringen, hab ich noch Verlangen nach mehr.

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Jul 8, 2013

Jul 8, 2013 at 3:06 PM UTC

Anubis-the-Philosomancer

..wie mein ******

Sie ist wie mein ****** eine schöne und schmerzliche Abhängigkeit. Ich weiss sie ist nicht gut für mich, aber bin ich schon zu tief. Obwohl es wird mich umbringen, hab ich noch Verlangen nach mehr.

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I heard someone whisper "he's such an arrogant ***** as I entered. Those crooked sons of ******* don't have any idea, I'm the kind you hardly ever come across except in winters, when all the street rats are begging for heat. I command attention at the head of the table, I am the head of the table, and sever the head to **** the municipal body. The wigs and robes and gavels I accessorize command it too. When I sign things I do it haughtily, I carefully etch each and every ********* letter onto writs of demand. I stand! A hush lingers, I catch the eyes of Walter Weiss, he lies with every breath and did you know he is unfaithful to his wife? I heard. the shudders are shut, my druthers. Oh, Walter! notarize my forms of annexation, please. and take down this: To whom it may concern: You have 7 days to remove yourself from the premises as you are aware of the edict that preexists and preempts your residence and your squalor misrepresents your laziness. Signed: The holding powers, in eminence. Oh Walter Weiss, address it to yourself! I pride myself on tact. And package with the writ this evidence form sent to my office following a secret examination conducted by the Department of Residential Safety and Heath. Do not bother me with demoralizations, Walter! Due to discourse with the Act of Discontinuation, (which of course is subject to broad generalizations) the lien sector of the Savings and Loan Association have concluded you are found in violation of, through reasoning by generalization, failing to pay duties on your mortgage issued by the Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation. Oh, Walter, how distressing! Don't falter, acquiescing is always the way. Just never, ever forget to pay.

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Jun 27, 2010

Jun 27, 2010 at 4:43 PM UTC

nicholas-pugliese-1

Illustration on the Reaffirmation of Perpetual Disputation

I heard someone whisper "he's such an arrogant ***** as I entered. Those crooked sons of ******* don't have any idea, I'm the kind you hardly ever come across except in winters, when all the street rats are begging for heat. I command attention at the head of the table, I am the head of the table, and sever the head to **** the municipal body. The wigs and robes and gavels I accessorize command it too. When I sign things I do it haughtily, I carefully etch each and every ********* letter onto writs of demand. I stand! A hush lingers, I catch the eyes of Walter Weiss, he lies with every breath and did you know he is unfaithful to his wife? I heard. the shudders are shut, my druthers. Oh, Walter! notarize my forms of annexation, please. and take down this: To whom it may concern: You have 7 days to remove yourself from the premises as you are aware of the edict that preexists and preempts your residence and your squalor misrepresents your laziness. Signed: The holding powers, in eminence. Oh Walter Weiss, address it to yourself! I pride myself on tact. And package with the writ this evidence form sent to my office following a secret examination conducted by the Department of Residential Safety and Heath. Do not bother me with demoralizations, Walter! Due to discourse with the Act of Discontinuation, (which of course is subject to broad generalizations) the lien sector of the Savings and Loan Association have concluded you are found in violation of, through reasoning by generalization, failing to pay duties on your mortgage issued by the Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation. Oh, Walter, how distressing! Don't falter, acquiescing is always the way. Just never, ever forget to pay.

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Niemand weiss wie Andere brauchen, doch ich weiss ich will etwa rauchen.

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Dec 5, 2013

Dec 5, 2013 at 9:19 PM UTC

Anubis-the-Philosomancer

Ich brauch Rauch

Niemand weiss wie Andere brauchen, doch ich weiss ich will etwa rauchen.

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10 BEAUTIFUL POETS LIST/CHALLENGE Hi there. I think you are beautiful people and poets if your name is on this list. Here is the list. There are more and I have done another one like this but if I just paste every poet I like on this site's name then it doesn't meant anything there are too many so I'm going to post later ones with the names of the poets I really like but I'm going to limit it to ten per post. I strongly suggest you check out their poetry because it is amazing. The order of the names has nothing to do with the quality or my favor they are all equally loved by me in different ways for their work which is all a different shade of beautiful. I invite everyone to post a poem with 10 beautiful poets' names on this site that people should check out. Yet another one of my challenges. If you do the "10 Beautiful Poets Challenge" add "10beautifulpoets" as a hashtag so people can find it. Also feel free to message me if you post one of these so I can check them out too :) Just a great way to let people know about specific beautiful poets out there. Include something about their poetry specific to that poet beside their name. :) Here is my list for the day: Pamela Rae moving and powerful seriously incredible work also super amazing person Frank Ruland Amazing person amazing poetry amazing work Just Melz Strikingly stunning poetry deep and brilliant pieces brave person so strong Jennifer Weiss Wonderful poet and person lovely work very heart-touching Bipolar Hypocrite phenomenal poet and strong person work is extraordinary in a magnificently unprecedented way The Girl Who Loved You Lovely souled person, lovely poet, work is gripping and positively outstandingly fantastic in every possible way imaginable Elsa Angelica Achingly tragically and beautifully relatable poetry internally and externally beautiful poet, her poetry is beyond exceptional it speaks for itself a MUST read type of poet Frankie Crognale Addictive poetry exquisite person with a flawless soul strong and insightful poet with an eye and heart for seeing deeper into life Nurul Unbelievable poetry marvelous person and work is so perspective altering and dizzyingly astonishing Starry Night Breathtaking poetry. Literally. You need to read it, it will tug at your soul. Awesome person and I can see Starry Night's spectacular poetic heart expressed through the words of her work. So yeah! Check them out! :D Repost if you get the chance so more people see it and check out these beautiful poets!! #10beautifulpoetschallenge

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Nov 19, 2014

Nov 19, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC

ember-evanescent

10 BEAUTIFUL POETS 2

10 BEAUTIFUL POETS LIST/CHALLENGE Hi there. I think you are beautiful people and poets if your name is on this list. Here is the list. There are more and I have done another one like this but if I just paste every poet I like on this site's name then it doesn't meant anything there are too many so I'm going to post later ones with the names of the poets I really like but I'm going to limit it to ten per post. I strongly suggest you check out their poetry because it is amazing. The order of the names has nothing to do with the quality or my favor they are all equally loved by me in different ways for their work which is all a different shade of beautiful. I invite everyone to post a poem with 10 beautiful poets' names on this site that people should check out. Yet another one of my challenges. If you do the "10 Beautiful Poets Challenge" add "10beautifulpoets" as a hashtag so people can find it. Also feel free to message me if you post one of these so I can check them out too :) Just a great way to let people know about specific beautiful poets out there. Include something about their poetry specific to that poet beside their name. :) Here is my list for the day: Pamela Rae moving and powerful seriously incredible work also super amazing person Frank Ruland Amazing person amazing poetry amazing work Just Melz Strikingly stunning poetry deep and brilliant pieces brave person so strong Jennifer Weiss Wonderful poet and person lovely work very heart-touching Bipolar Hypocrite phenomenal poet and strong person work is extraordinary in a magnificently unprecedented way The Girl Who Loved You Lovely souled person, lovely poet, work is gripping and positively outstandingly fantastic in every possible way imaginable Elsa Angelica Achingly tragically and beautifully relatable poetry internally and externally beautiful poet, her poetry is beyond exceptional it speaks for itself a MUST read type of poet Frankie Crognale Addictive poetry exquisite person with a flawless soul strong and insightful poet with an eye and heart for seeing deeper into life Nurul Unbelievable poetry marvelous person and work is so perspective altering and dizzyingly astonishing Starry Night Breathtaking poetry. Literally. You need to read it, it will tug at your soul. Awesome person and I can see Starry Night's spectacular poetic heart expressed through the words of her work. So yeah! Check them out! :D Repost if you get the chance so more people see it and check out these beautiful poets!! #10beautifulpoetschallenge

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You walk through the hallways Mind set on destination Smart enough to have grade-skipped Curly dark hair pulled back Tall stack of binders Glasses? Yeah Girlfriend? Ich weiss nicht I know so little about you And you don't say much at all What are you like? Who are you?

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Nov 9, 2012

Nov 9, 2012 at 11:51 PM UTC

luckyqueue

n.p.

You walk through the hallways Mind set on destination Smart enough to have grade-skipped Curly dark hair pulled back Tall stack of binders Glasses? Yeah Girlfriend? Ich weiss nicht I know so little about you And you don't say much at all What are you like? Who are you?

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Sterne sonder Zahl aus der Nacht aller Zeiten in einem klaren Ozean bewegt ihr euch wenn ich euch mit menschlichem Zeitempfinden betrachte seid ihr im Rhythmus der Jahreszeiten ewig doch wenn ich in längeren zeitlichen Dimensionen an euch denke so weiss ich euch sterblich. Die entfernte Stadt löscht ihre Lichter in der dichten Nacht erscheint ihr mal zögernd, mal überzeugt über den Bergen wohlgesinnt. In eurer Herrlichkeit findet mein Herz seine Ruh. STELLE Stelle, innumeri dalla notte dei tempi in un liquido oceano vi muovete se con il mio tempo umano vi guardo al ritmo delle stagioni eterne siete ma se con altri e più lunghi tempi a voi penso come cose mortali vi so. Spegne la città lontana le sue luci nella densa notte incerte qui e là sicure sopra i monti benevole apparite. Nella vostra gloria riposa l’animo mio.

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Sep 6, 2020

Sep 6, 2020 at 5:17 AM UTC

leonardotonini

STERNE

Sterne sonder Zahl aus der Nacht aller Zeiten in einem klaren Ozean bewegt ihr euch wenn ich euch mit menschlichem Zeitempfinden betrachte seid ihr im Rhythmus der Jahreszeiten ewig doch wenn ich in längeren zeitlichen Dimensionen an euch denke so weiss ich euch sterblich. Die entfernte Stadt löscht ihre Lichter in der dichten Nacht erscheint ihr mal zögernd, mal überzeugt über den Bergen wohlgesinnt. In eurer Herrlichkeit findet mein Herz seine Ruh. STELLE Stelle, innumeri dalla notte dei tempi in un liquido oceano vi muovete se con il mio tempo umano vi guardo al ritmo delle stagioni eterne siete ma se con altri e più lunghi tempi a voi penso come cose mortali vi so. Spegne la città lontana le sue luci nella densa notte incerte qui e là sicure sopra i monti benevole apparite. Nella vostra gloria riposa l’animo mio.

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Nur am Morgen Ich meochte es haben Geben sie mir brot bitte Welcher Unterschied besteht zwischen den beiden dingen? Man hat mir gesagt jeder weiss es Was ich muss tun Sonst nichts? bis zu ende Kommen Sie zu mir Dieser Tage only in the mornings I'd like to have it Give me some bread please what is the difference between the two things? I've been told everybody knows it what i must do Nothing else? until the end Come to me One of these days

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Feb 6, 2013

Feb 6, 2013 at 4:06 PM UTC

garrett-lydecker

Leben

Nur am Morgen Ich meochte es haben Geben sie mir brot bitte Welcher Unterschied besteht zwischen den beiden dingen? Man hat mir gesagt jeder weiss es Was ich muss tun Sonst nichts? bis zu ende Kommen Sie zu mir Dieser Tage only in the mornings I'd like to have it Give me some bread please what is the difference between the two things? I've been told everybody knows it what i must do Nothing else? until the end Come to me One of these days

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Ich schätze Glaube Ich bin blind Denn ich konnte nicht sehen Einfach nicht sehen Diesen kleinen Unterschied Zwischen dir und mir Ich dachte Denke Wir sind gleich Aber du kannst es nicht fühlen In dir drin fühlen dieses eine Gefühl Ich tue es du nie. Ich sah Sehe Und du nicht So wie ich dich sehen will Uns sehen will Darum weiss ich Ich bin Blind.

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May 27, 2019

May 27, 2019 at 5:25 PM UTC

jacqueline-calla

"Ich sehe was, was du nicht siehst"

Ich schätze Glaube Ich bin blind Denn ich konnte nicht sehen Einfach nicht sehen Diesen kleinen Unterschied Zwischen dir und mir Ich dachte Denke Wir sind gleich Aber du kannst es nicht fühlen In dir drin fühlen dieses eine Gefühl Ich tue es du nie. Ich sah Sehe Und du nicht So wie ich dich sehen will Uns sehen will Darum weiss ich Ich bin Blind.

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Ich will trinken, doch hab' ich kein'n Durst. Ich will essen, doch hab' ich kein'n Hunger. Ich will atmen, doch ich will nicht ausatmen. Ich will sehen, doch ich will nicht gucken. Ich will verstehen, doch ich will nicht denken. Ich will lernen, doch hab' ich keine Neugier. Ich will mich finden, doch weiss ich nur draußen zu suchen. Also ist es dass Eine, wer drin sucht, findet Antworten; findet sich selbst.

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Oct 18, 2014

Oct 18, 2014 at 1:01 AM UTC

Anubis-the-Philosomancer

Ich will mich finden

Ich will trinken, doch hab' ich kein'n Durst. Ich will essen, doch hab' ich kein'n Hunger. Ich will atmen, doch ich will nicht ausatmen. Ich will sehen, doch ich will nicht gucken. Ich will verstehen, doch ich will nicht denken. Ich will lernen, doch hab' ich keine Neugier. Ich will mich finden, doch weiss ich nur draußen zu suchen. Also ist es dass Eine, wer drin sucht, findet Antworten; findet sich selbst.

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It was a shiny day. In contrast, I was shattered. What news. Directly broke my heart. Tears could not stop flowing until now. I may love to shop. But I am not buying ******** Dear Paul William Walker IV. You will be so much missed. Race in paradise, Paul, Brian. Ich weiss nicht warum. Aber die guten Menschen leider oft zu früh gehen. Ruhe in Frieden.

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Dec 2, 2013

Dec 2, 2013 at 5:00 AM UTC

cyn-1

Sad Beyond Belief.

It was a shiny day. In contrast, I was shattered. What news. Directly broke my heart. Tears could not stop flowing until now. I may love to shop. But I am not buying ******** Dear Paul William Walker IV. You will be so much missed. Race in paradise, Paul, Brian. Ich weiss nicht warum. Aber die guten Menschen leider oft zu früh gehen. Ruhe in Frieden.

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The sky was dark, it was overcast When the hearse rolled into town, The people stopped in its passing, And stood, with their eyes cast down, Four black, high stepping, friesian mares Stepped proud, ahead of the hearse, While a man was following close behind But sat on his horse, reversed. His wrists were bound with a length of twine Were tethered behind his back, His eyes were well blindfolded, Under his black top hat, His leather boots had glistened and shone And they rode right up to the knee, There was something about his stately mien That said, ‘Aristocracy’. The horses were decked with ostrich plumes Fine harness and plaited tails, The coach shellacked in a shiny black And fitted with silver rails, The coffin lay on a satin tray In the hearse, was covered in lace, Inscribed with scrolls from the honour rolls Of a noble house, disgraced. And far at the rear of the slow cortege Was a line of women in black, Carrying jewellery fashioned in jet As black as the coach shellac. There wasn’t a tear amongst them all Nor a smile for the ruined man, The blindfold merciful, like a pall In front of his ruined clan. The hearse rolled into the cemetery And stopped by the gallows tree, A footman took off his blindfold then, ‘I hope that’s not meant for me!’ They dragged the coffin out of the hearse And the man looked once, then twice, ‘I’m not your common old peasant, sir, I’m the Lord of Mecklen Weiss.’ They dragged him ****** off his horse And lifted the coffin lid, ‘You’re the Lord of six square feet of earth, And the Lord of all you did!’ They ****** him into the coffin then Encased his struggling form, ‘He’ll have some time to consider now It were best he’d never been born!’ They lowered the coffin into the ground To the sound of shrieks and cries, But not one woman who watched it fall Had a need to dry her eyes. They say that some heard muffled cries At that grave for a week or more, But then, the peasantry always lies For they hold the Lords in awe. David Lewis Paget

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Dec 8, 2014

Dec 8, 2014 at 9:51 AM UTC

david-lewis-paget

The Burial

The sky was dark, it was overcast When the hearse rolled into town, The people stopped in its passing, And stood, with their eyes cast down, Four black, high stepping, friesian mares Stepped proud, ahead of the hearse, While a man was following close behind But sat on his horse, reversed. His wrists were bound with a length of twine Were tethered behind his back, His eyes were well blindfolded, Under his black top hat, His leather boots had glistened and shone And they rode right up to the knee, There was something about his stately mien That said, ‘Aristocracy’. The horses were decked with ostrich plumes Fine harness and plaited tails, The coach shellacked in a shiny black And fitted with silver rails, The coffin lay on a satin tray In the hearse, was covered in lace, Inscribed with scrolls from the honour rolls Of a noble house, disgraced. And far at the rear of the slow cortege Was a line of women in black, Carrying jewellery fashioned in jet As black as the coach shellac. There wasn’t a tear amongst them all Nor a smile for the ruined man, The blindfold merciful, like a pall In front of his ruined clan. The hearse rolled into the cemetery And stopped by the gallows tree, A footman took off his blindfold then, ‘I hope that’s not meant for me!’ They dragged the coffin out of the hearse And the man looked once, then twice, ‘I’m not your common old peasant, sir, I’m the Lord of Mecklen Weiss.’ They dragged him ****** off his horse And lifted the coffin lid, ‘You’re the Lord of six square feet of earth, And the Lord of all you did!’ They ****** him into the coffin then Encased his struggling form, ‘He’ll have some time to consider now It were best he’d never been born!’ They lowered the coffin into the ground To the sound of shrieks and cries, But not one woman who watched it fall Had a need to dry her eyes. They say that some heard muffled cries At that grave for a week or more, But then, the peasantry always lies For they hold the Lords in awe. David Lewis Paget

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Nun kenne ich dich, die andere Seite von dir. Doch ich steh noch dort drüben, Weit weg, weit weg von dir, Und mir. Du drehst dich fort, Um, ohne zurück zu sehen. denn du wirst nichts, gar nichts vermissen, Verfehlen, ich fehle dir nicht, Weiter gehen. Nach vorne, immerzu, weiter gehen. Nur du und Ich, Daraus wird wohl nie was, das muss ich jetzt glauben, denken denken, denken nur nicht fühlen Nur was? Was soll ich fühlen? Leere, Stille oder nur dich So wie es jetzt ist, ist es dasselbe, Das Gleiche, oder auch nicht. Wer weiss das schon. Jeder, jeder, nur nicht ich. So wie es scheint.

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May 30, 2019

May 30, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC

jacqueline-calla

Die andere Seite

Nun kenne ich dich, die andere Seite von dir. Doch ich steh noch dort drüben, Weit weg, weit weg von dir, Und mir. Du drehst dich fort, Um, ohne zurück zu sehen. denn du wirst nichts, gar nichts vermissen, Verfehlen, ich fehle dir nicht, Weiter gehen. Nach vorne, immerzu, weiter gehen. Nur du und Ich, Daraus wird wohl nie was, das muss ich jetzt glauben, denken denken, denken nur nicht fühlen Nur was? Was soll ich fühlen? Leere, Stille oder nur dich So wie es jetzt ist, ist es dasselbe, Das Gleiche, oder auch nicht. Wer weiss das schon. Jeder, jeder, nur nicht ich. So wie es scheint.

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Soft Charcoal & Watercolor Painting “The Bridge Above” a close up picture of a water bodyActivate link to view larger image. Haiku Hidden paradise flowers , trees and stream they merge watched by silent bridge

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Aug 28, 2021

Aug 28, 2021 at 8:59 PM UTC

dr-peter-lim

Haiku inspired by a Nature--Painting by Art Weiss

Soft Charcoal & Watercolor Painting “The Bridge Above” a close up picture of a water bodyActivate link to view larger image. Haiku Hidden paradise flowers , trees and stream they merge watched by silent bridge

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Here you are and does it feel like you thought it would? Will you be happy here like you thought you could? Discomfort never felt so dissettling Inadequacy never felt so heart-werenching Sorrow never felt so soul-drenching. You're not through with mourning yet You're not like these people Not at all Not at all and you lack that bravery to believe that that is beautiful Out of place Out of sight Out of mind Pack your bags and rewind Ettle weiss and coffee grinds reading in between those lines and living resurrection Feeling those moments of joy just as deep as you feel this rejection longing to feel some connection to these four white walls Pathetic and alone in Montreal.

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Nov 26, 2014

Nov 26, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC

indigo-ashberry

Empty Room Blank-wall Ballad: An Introduction

Here you are and does it feel like you thought it would? Will you be happy here like you thought you could? Discomfort never felt so dissettling Inadequacy never felt so heart-werenching Sorrow never felt so soul-drenching. You're not through with mourning yet You're not like these people Not at all Not at all and you lack that bravery to believe that that is beautiful Out of place Out of sight Out of mind Pack your bags and rewind Ettle weiss and coffee grinds reading in between those lines and living resurrection Feeling those moments of joy just as deep as you feel this rejection longing to feel some connection to these four white walls Pathetic and alone in Montreal.

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Arınma Değişimi görüyorum Onu istiyorum Onsuz yaşamıyorum Varlığım bir hiç Bunu biliyorum Reinigung Ich sehe die Veränderung Ich will es Ohne es kann ich nicht leben Meine Existenz ist nichts Ich weiss dies Purifying I see the change I want it I can't live without it My existence is nothing I know this

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Dec 1, 2019

Dec 1, 2019 at 8:27 PM UTC

kivancselvi

Meine Existenz, My Existence, Varlığım

Arınma Değişimi görüyorum Onu istiyorum Onsuz yaşamıyorum Varlığım bir hiç Bunu biliyorum Reinigung Ich sehe die Veränderung Ich will es Ohne es kann ich nicht leben Meine Existenz ist nichts Ich weiss dies Purifying I see the change I want it I can't live without it My existence is nothing I know this

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)) O (( • • /// \\\ /\ Visions of bold warriors In The fields Again //// you had me worried there for awhile Pretendin to be stupid high school kids ! :://:: We have seen We DO know We ARE free // We are BOLD WARRIORS ! And we Are in the Purity Of Love And our Lovliness In the Fields of Righteousness NEVER to leave ! •• ( inspired by the courageous poetry Of Jennifer Weiss )

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Nov 21, 2014

Nov 21, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC

jeffrey-robin

the heart only knows how to sing

)) O (( • • /// \\\ /\ Visions of bold warriors In The fields Again //// you had me worried there for awhile Pretendin to be stupid high school kids ! :://:: We have seen We DO know We ARE free // We are BOLD WARRIORS ! And we Are in the Purity Of Love And our Lovliness In the Fields of Righteousness NEVER to leave ! •• ( inspired by the courageous poetry Of Jennifer Weiss )

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DIE WANDLUNG (THE TRANSFORMATION) In this house where I a child grew snow has entered drifts where I have dreamed plays inside(where once I watched it fall outside) in wonder. * ICH WEISS...ICH WEISS! (I KNOW...I KNOW!) Snow climbs the stair where once I had head over heels charged down to see it begged like the child I was then to go outside...inside...now. * DU BLEIBT...DU BLEIBT! (YOU REMAIN...YOU REMAIN!) Snow eager to see me after such long ago roams through room after room...mindless now of time it human now...I...the falling. * DER HIMMEL HINABSTEIGT (THE SKY DESCENDS) I watch Time grow old see it fail to remembeer what it should remem... this house & I falling through its fingers...lettting us go! * AUFGABE (RELINQUISHMENT) Language strolling down memory lane...picking its fruit laughter & sadness growing from the same branches tasting now bitter...now...sweet. * WELCH EIN SPIEL (WHAT A GAME!) All my life I've been saying 'NO! ' to YES & 'YES! ' to NO...knowing I know nothing of everything I should know...could know...but...don't. *******

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Mar 17, 2018

Mar 17, 2018 at 3:37 PM UTC

donall-dempsey

DIE WANDLUNG (THE TRANSFORMATION)

DIE WANDLUNG (THE TRANSFORMATION) In this house where I a child grew snow has entered drifts where I have dreamed plays inside(where once I watched it fall outside) in wonder. * ICH WEISS...ICH WEISS! (I KNOW...I KNOW!) Snow climbs the stair where once I had head over heels charged down to see it begged like the child I was then to go outside...inside...now. * DU BLEIBT...DU BLEIBT! (YOU REMAIN...YOU REMAIN!) Snow eager to see me after such long ago roams through room after room...mindless now of time it human now...I...the falling. * DER HIMMEL HINABSTEIGT (THE SKY DESCENDS) I watch Time grow old see it fail to remembeer what it should remem... this house & I falling through its fingers...lettting us go! * AUFGABE (RELINQUISHMENT) Language strolling down memory lane...picking its fruit laughter & sadness growing from the same branches tasting now bitter...now...sweet. * WELCH EIN SPIEL (WHAT A GAME!) All my life I've been saying 'NO! ' to YES & 'YES! ' to NO...knowing I know nothing of everything I should know...could know...but...don't. *******

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