"ypur" poems - Hello Poetry

I am not captain kirk,but pilot my starship into ypur unknown territory,for my increased desire,longs to know you, by chapter and verse,explowering the yet to be known responses,of that universe that dwells inside of you,but soon, this captain will be able to report, that the starship has landed, territory now known,and loved,showers of bright stars, have been observed and noted,with increased delight

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Nov 18, 2013

Nov 18, 2013 at 9:58 PM UTC

victor-tripp

CHAPTER AND VERSE BY VICTOR TRIPP

I am not captain kirk,but pilot my starship into ypur unknown territory,for my increased desire,longs to know you, by chapter and verse,explowering the yet to be known responses,of that universe that dwells inside of you,but soon, this captain will be able to report, that the starship has landed, territory now known,and loved,showers of bright stars, have been observed and noted,with increased delight

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Truedom This is a word that you never heard, But its all good cuz its my word. Truedom-to release yourself from your own emotional, mental and spiritual prison, To break out of your pain, To really live life, you escaped, you did it! Truedom-to soul search and find your inner most peace,m To find yourself, to find your release. Smile..you found you, be real about it and express your escape, Have a welcome home party and celebrate your release. Truedom- your free...free to live! A new journey to start with your past and your pain carried over ypur shoulder in your bookbag, Only looking forward and never looking back, But your pain, your loss, your past is all a part of you, its what made you YOU, its yours, But the new you, the true you... Every heart break, mistake, a friend that was fake, you know the one who turned snake? Every love lost, every found lust, broken trust, pain and anguish, its all apart of us. It made you into the most educated, most dedicated, most perceptive woman that you are today, So carry that bookbag of burdens proudly, Cuz without it youd be an empty mind...probably! Youve been born again into a world full of a bunch of ******** But now your smarter and more on point wit it, so now you see it, So you reverse the ******** back to the world and release it! Let it go.. Carry it with you but only in your mind as lifes lessons, But take this journey, on a new path, and live and recieve all lifes blessings. They may have always been there but you were blinded by hurts, betrayel,depression, aggression, death and deception, That maybe you didnt catch the blessings. Truedom-the truest form of freedom a person can feel or relate to, The new you,youve always been you, but uou found you, the new found you, the proud you! So smile, take off the emotional, spiritual and mental handcuffs keeping you from freedom, Let your mind run free and find your truedom! Truedom!

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Jun 12, 2017

Jun 12, 2017 at 1:06 PM UTC

LilScorp

Truedom

Truedom This is a word that you never heard, But its all good cuz its my word. Truedom-to release yourself from your own emotional, mental and spiritual prison, To break out of your pain, To really live life, you escaped, you did it! Truedom-to soul search and find your inner most peace,m To find yourself, to find your release. Smile..you found you, be real about it and express your escape, Have a welcome home party and celebrate your release. Truedom- your free...free to live! A new journey to start with your past and your pain carried over ypur shoulder in your bookbag, Only looking forward and never looking back, But your pain, your loss, your past is all a part of you, its what made you YOU, its yours, But the new you, the true you... Every heart break, mistake, a friend that was fake, you know the one who turned snake? Every love lost, every found lust, broken trust, pain and anguish, its all apart of us. It made you into the most educated, most dedicated, most perceptive woman that you are today, So carry that bookbag of burdens proudly, Cuz without it youd be an empty mind...probably! Youve been born again into a world full of a bunch of ******** But now your smarter and more on point wit it, so now you see it, So you reverse the ******** back to the world and release it! Let it go.. Carry it with you but only in your mind as lifes lessons, But take this journey, on a new path, and live and recieve all lifes blessings. They may have always been there but you were blinded by hurts, betrayel,depression, aggression, death and deception, That maybe you didnt catch the blessings. Truedom-the truest form of freedom a person can feel or relate to, The new you,youve always been you, but uou found you, the new found you, the proud you! So smile, take off the emotional, spiritual and mental handcuffs keeping you from freedom, Let your mind run free and find your truedom! Truedom!

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i have no reason for sun... bees have, flowers have... my eyes are reserved for greater pleasures, bound to the meow... moon... oh crap... yellow... orange... red... i hate daylight... it's not even some sort of urban fetish... my eyes are just too outer urban... they're outer-suburbian, bordering on village life... fuck's sake, i use a computer wearing sunglasses, most of the time, esp. at night; listening to portishead just takes the eye via the ear... and sleeping with a cat that you fight with, when asleep, and the cat ends up biting / scratching your ear, so you end up bleeding on the pillow that your head was rested on? well... m'eh... just another *** & ms. pepsi refill, basis for a dionysus trance; no, i get bleeding through your *** from alcohol "abuse", but from ypur ******* ear?! your ear? i did get a nose bleed once in english glass... who, the, **** ever, heard, of, an, ear, bleed? well... unless you're falling asleep with a 10 kilogram maine **** cat.... with both of you wrestling with each other in your sleep... mother... ****** when was the last time you heard someone say: i bled through my ear... ?! now... i love a cat's "snoring"... purring the cat makes before he's (i'm a man... i'll use he... not she... and it is just... ugh)... it's a bit like snoring... only that they imitate snoring... and purr... prior to falling asleep and turning all stealth-mode silent. ah... the demands of future, descriptive excesses, in bitesize form of "poetry"; lucky us, jezebels of the arts; i still can't believe how (well, the nag hammadi library), or why, grammar became so popular, in that it became political; frankly... i like seeing the latter from an archeological perspective, i,e. "catching-up"... as far as politics goes... and what i deem a mishandling of language by abusing grammatical categorisations of words... please... count me out from any "serious" discussion.

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May 27, 2017

May 27, 2017 at 10:00 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

concerning a pause at the end of a "sentence"

i have no reason for sun... bees have, flowers have... my eyes are reserved for greater pleasures, bound to the meow... moon... oh crap... yellow... orange... red... i hate daylight... it's not even some sort of urban fetish... my eyes are just too outer urban... they're outer-suburbian, bordering on village life... fuck's sake, i use a computer wearing sunglasses, most of the time, esp. at night; listening to portishead just takes the eye via the ear... and sleeping with a cat that you fight with, when asleep, and the cat ends up biting / scratching your ear, so you end up bleeding on the pillow that your head was rested on? well... m'eh... just another *** & ms. pepsi refill, basis for a dionysus trance; no, i get bleeding through your *** from alcohol "abuse", but from ypur ******* ear?! your ear? i did get a nose bleed once in english glass... who, the, **** ever, heard, of, an, ear, bleed? well... unless you're falling asleep with a 10 kilogram maine **** cat.... with both of you wrestling with each other in your sleep... mother... ****** when was the last time you heard someone say: i bled through my ear... ?! now... i love a cat's "snoring"... purring the cat makes before he's (i'm a man... i'll use he... not she... and it is just... ugh)... it's a bit like snoring... only that they imitate snoring... and purr... prior to falling asleep and turning all stealth-mode silent. ah... the demands of future, descriptive excesses, in bitesize form of "poetry"; lucky us, jezebels of the arts; i still can't believe how (well, the nag hammadi library), or why, grammar became so popular, in that it became political; frankly... i like seeing the latter from an archeological perspective, i,e. "catching-up"... as far as politics goes... and what i deem a mishandling of language by abusing grammatical categorisations of words... please... count me out from any "serious" discussion.

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