<2021-11-09T17:58:19.000Z> Wisconsin_Kraut: I did warn you but heres an experiment ive been working on
<2021-11-09T17:58:25.000Z> Wisconsin_Kraut: Where is my shining prince Steed tramping proudVoice carried firm Blood flowing pure?Where is my binded kiltPleats swirling quickTartan shining brightBelt pulled snug?Where is my faithful claymorBlade chopping swiftHilt woven stoutScabbard empty aptHave we stuffed such to forget our old chieftains?Have we been enlightened to scorn our fathers dress?Have we laid down our ancient broadswords?And invited a foreigner to our mothers breast?Do our eyes no more see charging stallions?Do our legs forget roads long pastDo our arms not recall clash and fire?Shall we spit upon what God gave to admire?Are songs not sung of great heroes?Are badge of kinsfolk no more worn?Are bastions of nation noe failed to build?Will the inheritance of our people be put to grinding mill?NO!My blood yet burns hotlyAnd fills my veins with razorsMy mind still recalls our fallen kingsAnd dreams of what can beNO!My beat is pulled tightAnd gerds my loins in ironMy plaid is dyed brightlyAnd bears my families nameNO!My broadsword is raised highlyAnd blade is keely workedMy targe is griped firmAnd dirk carried sure.
<2021-11-09T17:59:53.000Z> Wisconsin_Kraut: I was going for 3 sets of 3 stanzas each with a seperat theam and style
<2021-11-09T18:33:28.000Z> JSDorn: Well if we are just looking at spelling I note a few inaccuracies, though some may be artistic.Claymor (Claymore?)Stuffed (stooped?)Mothers (should be possessive "mother's")Noe (not sure)gerds (girds)
<2021-11-09T18:33:41.000Z> JSDorn: But it's got a great cadence and rhythm.
<2021-11-09T19:08:42.000Z> Wisconsin_Kraut: Thanks cheif 
<2021-11-09T19:09:14.000Z> Wisconsin_Kraut: There no words repeated right by to each other right 
<2021-11-09T21:59:00.000Z> JSDorn: Not that I see
<2021-11-17T01:17:17.000Z> Wisconsin_Kraut: Its tuesday time for your weekly poetry dump
<2021-11-17T01:17:19.000Z> Wisconsin_Kraut: The Dairy maidensCome ye maidens of the Dairy RaceWalk with fair and measured paceAs the leaves turn to fallWe shall go to market’s stallThe purest milk you shall bringTo be mad to cheese in waxed ringsCome ye maidens of the Dairy RaceWalk with fair and measured paceLeave your verdant pasture lairTo drove on to our county fairAll your kinfolk we shall meetReaching for the prize we seekCome ye maidens of the Dairy RaceWalk with fair and measured paceOver hillock and valley roamBefore we shall return to homeLet your sweetest song lowA melody for even angels bowCome ye maidens of the Dairy RaceWalk with fair and measured paceMothers all bonnie and wellYour calves you love with easy tellBack to pasture the farmer bringsTo wait for the blooming spring
<2021-11-17T01:17:31.000Z> Wisconsin_Kraut: this ones about cows
<2021-11-17T01:20:15.000Z> JSDorn: haha! This is great
<2021-11-17T01:20:25.000Z> JSDorn: i literally just went out and bought some more raw milk today too
<2021-11-17T01:20:42.000Z> JSDorn: the only edit i see perhaps, would be to change drove to drive.
<2021-11-17T01:20:49.000Z> JSDorn: other than that it looks great
<2021-11-17T02:19:37.000Z> Wisconsin_Kraut: Drove is an old word for taking cattle to market 
<2021-11-17T02:21:36.000Z> Wisconsin_Kraut: That one was intentional 
<2021-11-17T03:37:43.000Z> JSDorn: ah
<2021-11-17T03:37:49.000Z> JSDorn: then its perfect
<2021-11-21T01:59:37.000Z> Wisconsin_Kraut: It happened in the darkest night A terrible crime that comes to lightOur precious young they stole awayTo tear their innocence to shame They said "we're outraged by such a thing!"When it was them who pulled the strings They continued "Justice we bring!"Yet it was from them the crime springs And when their race is surely found out"You murderous beasts" they will shout But no murder will be in out actsOnly Justice brought fully back So shrink back you vile forlocked scumFor with vengeance we do comeLong knives are drawn and blades are sharpAnd broken crystal shall come at dark And with one voice we say"All for Blood!""All for Race!""All for Justice! They will face!"
<2021-11-21T01:59:48.000Z> Wisconsin_Kraut: If you can't tell it's about jews
<2021-11-21T02:00:14.000Z> Wisconsin_Kraut: Can't decide on a title 
<2021-11-21T02:00:43.000Z> Wisconsin_Kraut: It's either kristalnacht or all for Justice 
<2021-11-21T03:53:29.000Z> JSDorn: In the first stanza, do you mean "turn" instead of tear?Third stanza "out" should be "our"It's quite on the (very big) noseI like it.
<2021-11-21T03:53:51.000Z> JSDorn: I think all for justice would be better
<2021-11-21T04:11:13.000Z> Wisconsin_Kraut: Thanks
<2021-11-21T04:16:53.000Z> JSDorn: Anytime bro
<2021-11-23T02:19:57.000Z> Wisconsin_Kraut: My loving blood, My loving blood, which binds me with chains of kinship My caring blood, that cradles my soul in hopeMy holy blood, a gift from blessed fathers This gift from God,  my nation fair and whole Should we toss it to shame and shadow?Throw away this sacred gift?Is it right to cast away this boons from Heaven?And spit upon what God gives? Your loving blood, which pluck the songs of fair maidens.Your caring blood, that fills the arms of strong young men.Your holy blood, flowing like a mighty river.Guides you forth to freedom and bread. Should we listen to fiends and traitors?And tear to shame our pure white robes?Shall we mix what God made separate?In foolish and lustful throws? Our loving blood, that sparks our hearts to wonder.Our caring blood, which gives the path of the right.Our holy blood, which preserves our memories forever.Our unting bond, one people and one race. Cherish this gift from Heaven!Protect it from darkness and stain.Our beloved Aryan nation!We shall preserve until the end of days.
<2021-11-23T02:20:07.000Z> Wisconsin_Kraut: More poetry 
<2021-11-23T02:20:26.000Z> Wisconsin_Kraut: Well these were originally lyrics but whatever 
<2021-11-23T04:23:04.000Z> JSDorn: Wonderful. All I see is maybe boons should be singular.
<2021-11-23T04:23:24.000Z> JSDorn: Very inspiring
<2021-11-24T15:14:12.000Z> Wisconsin_Kraut: thanks bro
<2021-11-24T15:26:34.000Z> JSDorn: Happy to contribute. And get sneak peaks
<2021-11-26T21:57:48.000Z> Wisconsin_Kraut: Hey Im writing a Short story/ novella for Myles competition in a couple month do you want tp proof read it?
<2021-11-26T21:58:01.000Z> Wisconsin_Kraut: If not its no biggy I have a couple people 
<2021-11-27T01:51:56.000Z> JSDorn: Sure man. I can read it. Might be easier if you email it to me because of length.
<2021-11-27T01:52:17.000Z> JSDorn: My email is johnstuartdorn@protonmail.com
<2021-11-27T02:23:50.000Z> Wisconsin_Kraut: Yeah no way am I dming tgat shit
<2021-12-05T23:40:20.000Z> Wisconsin_Kraut: Good God bud you know how to pump up a mans ego
<2021-12-06T00:50:42.000Z> JSDorn: Don't let it get to your head, you have a long way to go. But I'm cheering you on
<2021-12-06T01:00:16.000Z> JSDorn: And I believe you can do it.
<2021-12-06T02:06:36.000Z> Wisconsin_Kraut: Thanks bro I hope your right
<2021-12-14T03:43:11.000Z> Wisconsin_Kraut: On Saint Stefan’s NightBright the hall was lightAnd warm the roaring firesQuiet now the feating hostLetting good food lingerOut the Lord gazed upon the snowAnd the cold wind rippedYet a poor man ca in sightGathering fule yonderTell me paige who is heThat braves the screaming stormFor it is Saint Stephan’s DayWhy would he brave such Weather?Lord his is a poor manWho lives benight the mountainHe has not wood to heat his homeFor his is a simple swineherdCome hither paige and servith meCome bring my cloak and swordBring me meat and wineBring good bread and tenderPack up a stout sack And bind yourself a faggotFor to a poor man we shall giftFood and forage yonderInto frigid frost they wentAnd over calves snow coveredFierce wind into flags hoods madeBering frost and thoughts to ponderLook the brave boy shakesAnd cheeks are blazed crimsonMaster I can go no moreBid the paige wonderCome by me  braved ladAnd in my footsteps treadAgainst the wind I will shield For the road stretches furtherAnd the paige was filled with aweFor in his masters steps he trodAnd heat was in the very sodThe frost touched him no longerSo to the little farm house cameMan and boy togetherAnd the poor man’s house shook with songFor sweet was the the singerUpon the doorframe the Lord did strike And Angels sang Hosanna!Here the Good King Wenceslas Came!Like Magi to the Manger! 
<2021-12-14T03:43:29.000Z> Wisconsin_Kraut: something for Christmas 
<2021-12-14T14:13:36.000Z> JSDorn: You wrote that? For real?
<2021-12-14T14:14:04.000Z> JSDorn: It's besutiful
<2021-12-14T14:15:16.000Z> JSDorn: Just go through it one more time for spelling. I can tell you are using artistic spelling in a few places but just make sure you have it the way you want it
<2021-12-14T16:22:11.000Z> Wisconsin_Kraut: Thanks bro
<2022-01-27T18:52:31.000Z> JSDorn: Don't know how I ended up not following you but it's been rectified
<2022-06-07T20:02:31.000Z> Wisconsin_Kraut: Lay me down at still watersAnd let us rest by yonder tree Thus spoke the old gentleman No more amongst the waking Where has such a man goneWhen shattered body lost its breath Where is yonder hedgebreak?Perhaps on Jordan's shore Weep not my friends and kinsfolkFor he has sure not died The blood still flows with usAnd burns our veins true The body shall rise again When Jesus returns once more But for now he lost his left armAnd we the right and true
<2022-06-07T20:02:47.000Z> Wisconsin_Kraut: Long time no poem friend 
<2022-06-08T01:09:44.000Z> JSDorn: I've missed your prose
<2022-06-08T01:09:53.000Z> JSDorn: Thank you. It's beautiful 
<2022-06-08T01:10:04.000Z> JSDorn: You want us to publish it at guerilla lit?
<2022-06-08T02:30:06.000Z> Wisconsin_Kraut: The monke story people?
<2022-06-08T02:46:51.000Z> JSDorn: No, it's our new rag to replace TPS
<2022-06-08T03:02:11.000Z> Wisconsin_Kraut: Link
<2022-06-08T03:02:31.000Z> Wisconsin_Kraut: Also extremely disappointed you didn't get a joke
<2022-06-08T11:12:00.000Z> JSDorn: Forgive me. I'm autistic 
<2022-06-08T11:12:29.000Z> JSDorn: substack.com/activity
<2022-06-08T14:12:50.000Z> Wisconsin_Kraut: You got a poast?
<2022-06-08T16:15:59.000Z> JSDorn: Yep @GuerillaLiterature 