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Wish I had some DXM, all I got is PCP, wanted to get some THC all I got was LSD, oh waa, poor me.
 
This is the hardest poem, that I've ever had to pen;
To get one word wrong,
Would be to kill a mockingbirds song.

I could compare thee to a summers day;
But you're more,
You're my night,
You're my dusk,
You're my way.

To say I need you seems quite petty,
As if I wasn't ready,
To let you be,
To set you free,
If that's the way it's supposed to be.

For you my lovely mockingbird,
I can but only try;
To not hurt you on purpose,
Nor neglect
Or make you worthless.

For when you are happy,
Then so am I.
To give love and receive it is all I want until I die.
 
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This is the difference
Between being a lawyer and a witness
The latter simply speaks his story
The former gainsays for personal glory

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Amen Troubadour. He healed the cancer I had. Praise God. I agree with you.
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All it took was a year-and-a-half of faithfully following the Spirit. I remember only a couple of years ago I thought I had diabetes. I never really looked into it. And then I get this revelation and realize that I don't desire sweets anymore, nor do I drink as much water or urinate frequently. Apparently I have had it most of my life and never knew, though I began to think so a couple of years ago. But, yeah, it's pretty awesome. A couple months back the LORD told me that he had healed me of some brain problems that I was even less aware of, having never even guessed it. But there were no tangible effects so it was kind of a question for me whether I was accurately interpreting the revelation of the LORD. However, here, there are real changes and it's just so amazing. Even having been baptized by the Spirit, it can still be incomprehensible that this is reality, and that he is God, and that I will live forever. But, that's actually consistent with the nature of reality that God reveals in his word: he and his power and wisdom are beyond our comprehension. So, yeah, this stuff is still mind-blowing, even for me.
 
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I'm putting together a book and it's been taking up all my time.

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Black coffee;
Black cloth;
Ashes to ashes,
upon the wings of a moth;

If to each was given
the very same breadth,
then why am I now
the only one left?

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There were nights:

Alone;

Times through which you will never pass;

During whence my clamour was lowered to a moderate whimper,
and your eyes more oily than even the stone could glisten;

Then, as lucidity began to set in,
and resolution, sharpen;

Vile moments emerged
from the clockwork of gods;

Passion encased within
each and every one;

Transmuted and extinguished,
under it’s own cold, dead weight;

The conductor,
a mere firing of neuron;

Freshly dead in a grave I sure as hell didn’t dig!

Perchance revived,
simulated,
emulated,
or purged at the whim of more enlightened men?

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I close my eyes
and see within:

A globe of blue
and speckled green;

drenched in satin,
crimson hue:

In droplets,
as rose petals,
pooled upon

an obsidian
foundation.

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If there were more
for man to do,
would he even
understand?

The goal of life,
a golden egg,
lain and naught
for human hands;

so fit to rule,
we find the eyes
devoid of life,
a tarnished soul;

and grimly now,
the man in grey,
juggling skulls
on glowing coals.

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Sometimes,
I wonder if you ever think of me;

If you ever drink alone,
and wish I was there to keep you company;

because God knows we’re both getting older,
and more stubborn by the day;

and well, I sure as hell am not happy
sleeping alone every night;

but I won’t pretend to believe
that your bed is ever empty;

I will never be your fool;

nor will I play the Hades
to your Persephone;

for though I may appear ignorant of low hanging fruit,

For though I may
lament low hanging fruit,
I refuse to waste my effort
on that which cannot be attained.
Sometimes,
I wonder if you ever think of me;

If you ever drink alone,
and wish I was there to keep you company;

because God knows we’re both getting older,
and more stubborn by the day;

and well, I sure as hell am not happy
sleeping alone every night;

but I won’t pretend to believe
that your bed is ever empty;

I will never be your fool;

nor will I play the Hades
to your Persephone;

for though I may appear ignorant of low hanging fruit,

For though I may
lament low hanging fruit,
I refuse to waste my effort
on that which cannot be attained.

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On spring’s cusp,
by the water’s edge,
sand meets the sea foam
once again;

Darkness consumes the slow ebb;

I court the night
and play with her
like clay in my hands;

Striking a balance;

I tread with death;

Yet another heart
caught in the undertow.

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Ownership, a rusty blade;

Occam’s razor cuts both ways;

In the trenches now,
light trickles in;

Illuminating slow breath;

Waiting for sunrise:

At rock bottom, we will meet.

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An aphotic breeze crossed the great divide:

New efforts shot into thin air;

Under the moon
nearly full,
passed a single tear;

In a moment;

Between
black and white.

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Winter’s requiem:

A solemn note, frozen solid;

As the crow flies,
straight through the eye of a needle;

So do these gossamer threads
hold up
walls of stone.

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It consumes me:

This productive dis-ease;

Some call it passion,
others, inspired work;

I call it creating one man’s own canon;

A revisionist history,
where dreams meet reality:

Falling asleep mid sentence.

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Beneath the blue sky;

A trick of light,
captured and reflected,
like the glistening
of a sociopath’s smile;

An entire planet so woefully alone;

Empathy as a simulation;

Existing
for a singular
purpose;

Reaching out into the void:

An entire species so hopelessly devoted
to finding anything more
than what
we have become.

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I never really thought it would come to this,
I mean sure,
I had an idea of how my life would turn out;

I was well aware that loneliness was an inevitability;

But, I guess I didn’t quite understand
how far down the rabbit hole
the depth of longing could go;

I assumed,
like everyone else,
that one day
everything would change.

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The perilous foray into another heart,
interchange as yet unseen:

Unique moments share by individual beings;

And for all the constructs,
even outright lies;

Two bodies shall remain so,
united by a single mind;

Until one day,
one half can no longer return;

And even the most eloquent words fail to describe:

A tether unbound.

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c2016 Jacob Michael Peter Welch
 
If you put the cry in Christ, he'll add the st. to your cry.
 
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valleys plentiful,

green silhouette,

life imprisoned,

final sunset...

- or something like that - :p

BUMP
 
I played you,I betrayed you.yet you were always near by,comforted me when I cried.
We had great times,actually the best at night you'd peacefully put me to rest.when we partied you were number one,just select you and instant fun.my heart got broken you were there,I studied hard you cared.when the storm came you'd take away my thoughts and fears just hypnotised me via my ears.I loved you took you everywhere always took delicate care told all them haters handle with care.you were mine we had a bond so unique,sometimes because of your contents I was called a freak.I put too on too much pressure,made you tired,scratched you beyond repair,upgrade people would say and I'd just stare.I miss you although in a way your still near.it happened to us,our worst fear.Do it one more time give me that warmth that I knew all to well many moons ago,you in the background me at the window.I loved you too much played you too many times.I'll box you up put you away rememba you tought me how to be free.the pieces of my broken cd--lolz wrote that in primary school...
 
My first heartbreak gosh 16years ago-----you broke my heart in two,you took away my smile only for a while.now I realize I can beat you at your own game,so why play the game if you don't know the rule.boy I really loved you and I still do,but the day you played my that love just wouldn't do,why plAy,betray took me for a fool thought I wasn't cool,baby boy think twice this chick aint playin no more nice,guess you don't know me so its time to learn with this chick u gonna get your fingers burned,you messed me up now its my turn,bring it on let the fire burn.I'm not innocent I'm careless and wild,doing what I can,breaking what I must.beacause of you I say fuck trust.so let me put it mild go make one if u wanna b with a child,coz what you see isn't always what you get,you dated a girl messed up and hitched watch your back look out for this bitch
 
Death permeates life;
there is no escape.
This meaningless strife,
this self-induced rape...

But why the hell would one venture into all the superfluous particulars?
Thank god for serotonin and norepinephrine reuptake inhibitors!
 
Been gettin faded so long its a habit
I've been shootin dope and poppin zans like a savage
Shorty lookin good I hope I can get my dick up
Dufflebags full of cash like we did a stick-up
 
The Four Anchors

In the shallow
where two seas meet
There stood by me that night
an angel of God
Where sailors are broken
by the violence of waves
We dropped four anchors
and prayed for day to come
A viper came out
because of the heat
It escaped the sea
on a skiff
We found our brothers
and stayed seven days
Justice wouldn't
let it live

Disclaimer: All of these verses have been extracted from the Book of Acts in the Bible, and recomposed to form this poem.
 
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Kept in a shell in the shallow sea
Is the treasure maps missing key
It unlocks the secret within the dream
And serenades the sirens to sleep
 
Your beautiful, absolutely perfect, i love you and you deserve it,
Sorry if i come across a little soppy , cupid shot me you totally got me even when your moody and snotty
Good and the bad, happy and sad, calm and mad ill be a good lad, best you ever had
I will endeavour to keep you protected and respected the basics expected, even if life's hectic you will never be neglected
So let you of any doubt or suspicion and lets make it our mission to use a little wisdom and always listen to each others position
It will never be perfect, but it wont be far off, so those who scoff can just fuck off ,
I truly love you , adore you in buckets so never think fuck it doubt my love and chuck it,
Whatever the weather, pain or pleasure, forever together with a love to treasure that they could never measure
 
Fuck off out of my garden
and let my dead things grow
Fuck out of my mayhem as you already know
The plans and schemes and aims and seeds
that I have failed to sow
 
Nasty ass poet

My mind is as clean as sewer streams
Wet dreams are mandatory
If you wear panties you're boring
If you wear a bra you're flawed
My back welcomes your claws
Just because you are sexy
I bow and yield
Then you bow and I show my skills
I'm corrupt
Keep your love I want your obsession
And don't get mad if I cum in 60 seconds
It's your fault you should not have smelled so good
And been so soft
Every single thing about you gets me off
Like how small your feet are
The anti-symmetry of your breasts
The size of your waist
The softness of your legs
Normalcy doesn't live here
But I can promise convulsions and big tears
Broken finger nails
Strained vocal cords
Sore back and flashbacks
I don't care if you showered
I have to have that
 
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