"yust" poems - Hello Poetry

Synchronic simple step be yonder, yo, go, no go, si, go on and on and on … so yust so yust to be we once went we split, full moiety, each ac- act- act-ion -jello-timed- lobes blobs plasmoieted mind parabolic, by yah, Arching fly call it, I got it, call his name, yah who done did done GOT caught the funny parts. Read the books. Now. At this point, cognitive native child formed in my mortal moment per-ifery-wasery rules secret se- per seance sacred made knowledge, state of knowing entered, left ab-rupturously, grief, lief left easy, re lief, sigh good grief. We were all we- are Charlie Brown, forever interrupted, as if once, however long ago, we knew we were one thing, then we knew we were merely words between things you knew and did not do. and you know you imagined this is that. The novel experience, this side. Post-done and paid off. Precautionary. Click. Why not, who is asking, hangs, as pregnant pause über Þe olde excessive easing hook, who are we, and what are we doing, we who were to survive receiving asked knowledge, the easy-does-it tree, shows us the easy way, this way dis-eased. The lie and the profundus is merely piercing. Flatten the spikes, be atop the bed of nails. Wait. Funda-mental, bottom mind, first id-ego otherwise mind, frame a being, be a one, and not the other, here, there, there, it's okeh, eh, ok? E-see easing easy living, being been done, doing all that old trees do, after all, we wait to feel the fire beetles, land and lay their eggs among our ash, and swollen-cracked nuts, fire calls them into heat, in season. Such things we learned from the ant people who saved us in reeds, thatching from roofs floating, maybe, really, lifeboats, but think a tsunami through, rush incursive and excursive. Lay down a layer of plausibility, evoke applause clap each hand once. Curtain.

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Apr 28, 2023

Apr 28, 2023 at 2:01 AM UTC

kenpepiton

Connection

Synchronic simple step be yonder, yo, go, no go, si, go on and on and on … so yust so yust to be we once went we split, full moiety, each ac- act- act-ion -jello-timed- lobes blobs plasmoieted mind parabolic, by yah, Arching fly call it, I got it, call his name, yah who done did done GOT caught the funny parts. Read the books. Now. At this point, cognitive native child formed in my mortal moment per-ifery-wasery rules secret se- per seance sacred made knowledge, state of knowing entered, left ab-rupturously, grief, lief left easy, re lief, sigh good grief. We were all we- are Charlie Brown, forever interrupted, as if once, however long ago, we knew we were one thing, then we knew we were merely words between things you knew and did not do. and you know you imagined this is that. The novel experience, this side. Post-done and paid off. Precautionary. Click. Why not, who is asking, hangs, as pregnant pause über Þe olde excessive easing hook, who are we, and what are we doing, we who were to survive receiving asked knowledge, the easy-does-it tree, shows us the easy way, this way dis-eased. The lie and the profundus is merely piercing. Flatten the spikes, be atop the bed of nails. Wait. Funda-mental, bottom mind, first id-ego otherwise mind, frame a being, be a one, and not the other, here, there, there, it's okeh, eh, ok? E-see easing easy living, being been done, doing all that old trees do, after all, we wait to feel the fire beetles, land and lay their eggs among our ash, and swollen-cracked nuts, fire calls them into heat, in season. Such things we learned from the ant people who saved us in reeds, thatching from roofs floating, maybe, really, lifeboats, but think a tsunami through, rush incursive and excursive. Lay down a layer of plausibility, evoke applause clap each hand once. Curtain.

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Hands are shaking,my brain is crying about the lost of my live! The blood is pumping bitter sweet tears tru my body. Why them hit me and never leaving. That demons which are whispering and lieing tru the world.... Start to feel the death with every breath I take, no one understand the pain. Taking my own live in the hands,my hands are getting close feel the cold metal! My thoughts are flying in the past.... I start to look down there is a dark room, there is pain, there is violence, there is a child which is crying and screaming. That's me. When alone dreaming of a future without hurting.... Flying along the years there is pain, there is hate, there are lies there are enemy's which are friends! There is a wall of drugs keeping all that stuff away...building up a net against the past. There is sun, there is a screaming there are blue eyes which are taking my finger,the heart starts to work feeling love. There is yust that one there is a goal. The cut strikes back again... There is darkness,there is a honest heart fighting tru the pain,fighting tru the madness! There is the devil which are trying to drive me into the death! Feeling the taste of metal... Feeling tears on my skin... My fingers still m.......

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Aug 3, 2017

Aug 3, 2017 at 6:50 PM UTC

bignose

The killing

Hands are shaking,my brain is crying about the lost of my live! The blood is pumping bitter sweet tears tru my body. Why them hit me and never leaving. That demons which are whispering and lieing tru the world.... Start to feel the death with every breath I take, no one understand the pain. Taking my own live in the hands,my hands are getting close feel the cold metal! My thoughts are flying in the past.... I start to look down there is a dark room, there is pain, there is violence, there is a child which is crying and screaming. That's me. When alone dreaming of a future without hurting.... Flying along the years there is pain, there is hate, there are lies there are enemy's which are friends! There is a wall of drugs keeping all that stuff away...building up a net against the past. There is sun, there is a screaming there are blue eyes which are taking my finger,the heart starts to work feeling love. There is yust that one there is a goal. The cut strikes back again... There is darkness,there is a honest heart fighting tru the pain,fighting tru the madness! There is the devil which are trying to drive me into the death! Feeling the taste of metal... Feeling tears on my skin... My fingers still m.......

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One look ,deeply I lost my self in the blue and I dive in and start to fly in the thoughts. Feeling like a feather in the wind or an eagle in a storm. Emotions hitting hard but there is no reaction anymore, hard to find a place in live! I'm still dead , feeling yust love for the one,my blood,my heritage no other feelings everything is killed. The pain about the punishment which still ruins my life twice. The desire hard to reach,the run for cheap sin nothing is real and honest. Words get twisted and used against you and you dying slowly from inside. Then you coming out of the deep blue...your eyes are getting opened..there is one tear.....

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Aug 1, 2017

Aug 1, 2017 at 5:34 PM UTC

bignose

The deep blue

One look ,deeply I lost my self in the blue and I dive in and start to fly in the thoughts. Feeling like a feather in the wind or an eagle in a storm. Emotions hitting hard but there is no reaction anymore, hard to find a place in live! I'm still dead , feeling yust love for the one,my blood,my heritage no other feelings everything is killed. The pain about the punishment which still ruins my life twice. The desire hard to reach,the run for cheap sin nothing is real and honest. Words get twisted and used against you and you dying slowly from inside. Then you coming out of the deep blue...your eyes are getting opened..there is one tear.....

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Bitter Sweet darkness Sadness comes with every breath The air deeply pushes in my lungs. The eyes are getting closed The cold feeling of emptiness coming strait in my mind. The feeling of enjoying life left my mind with every breath I take. The warm blood in my venes are pumping true my heart. I absorb the darkness thinking about the situation. My willing to step in the Light Made the energies changing. It's like you switching on a lamp and the light gets brighter with every second. The conscience start to wake up The reality strikes back, emptiness seems to give answeres. The mind starts to observe and you see the world with different eyes. Violence and harassment getting blocked by natural walls. The bittersweet wish for revenge Looking for Loyality and honesty, ,no rescue yust constrains and wrong believing to wrong bad liars! My punishment the worst for man!And the losing of a dream tru lies! Why me... why should I die?!?

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Aug 1, 2017

Aug 1, 2017 at 5:39 PM UTC

bignose

Thoughts

Bitter Sweet darkness Sadness comes with every breath The air deeply pushes in my lungs. The eyes are getting closed The cold feeling of emptiness coming strait in my mind. The feeling of enjoying life left my mind with every breath I take. The warm blood in my venes are pumping true my heart. I absorb the darkness thinking about the situation. My willing to step in the Light Made the energies changing. It's like you switching on a lamp and the light gets brighter with every second. The conscience start to wake up The reality strikes back, emptiness seems to give answeres. The mind starts to observe and you see the world with different eyes. Violence and harassment getting blocked by natural walls. The bittersweet wish for revenge Looking for Loyality and honesty, ,no rescue yust constrains and wrong believing to wrong bad liars! My punishment the worst for man!And the losing of a dream tru lies! Why me... why should I die?!?

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