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taunted,,,ways
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whoa awesome
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oops
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awesome poem
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laughing pen
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laughing
in the flogging laughing in the dragging i have evil grin i have whip grin crosses splinters found flesh i look up the sun laughing laughing my eyes go down feet bending in from the dragging front gaze push from behind wind solid i am now the laughing cow crosses bent into fences i laugh laugh crosses made into jaw bones |
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awesome
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Topic:
animal without soul
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thank you, yes, I read him way back
peace |
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Topic:
animal without soul
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soon by signing blood
between man and reason i sign shes diamonds buried deep within without abyss lit ani mals design legs made in desert heart made of glass the first sacrifice it did not matter and mind mind your self animal without soul |
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wow! welcome,enjoyed the poem
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Topic:
myst
Edited by
jimz
on
Fri 12/18/09 12:05 AM
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The house moved with the wind. I ate autumn leaves and drank rain. Trees from the forest visited me when the invisible prince ran fluid to the king. When the night came, the wind entered the moon.
Sun from the princess lit up the morning. I was not their child, they said I would become one. I was not a man, they said, I would never be one. Part of the sky bent inside my room. When this happened I could not walk. Yet when I tried to fly, I fell under. This place had no time, so when I did things, I did them spontaneously. When I did wrong, they said there was no forgiveness, for I would never forget. The moon, a golden river. The temple, the stones broken. Eternity they said, already here, and when I was young enough to understand, the windows were no more. Even the sky was in the eyes of a broken fingered spirit. Why is life broken, I asked silently. All the spirit did was hold out the finger and point to me and then to destiny, I held on, and it became straight. |
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Topic:
Crappy Hallowdays
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![]() when you're poems inspired my own and they still do ![]() |
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Topic:
in the parliment
Edited by
jimz
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Thu 12/17/09 03:01 PM
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the blind melons
were ate by mick he became a stone temple pilot and the doors were jimmyed i offered beck a guitar lick by page and hendrix unplucked the byrds wow wow wow stevie wonder went into the fifth dimension and now he sees commodores and eagles mixing it up right |
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Topic:
Killing me softly
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yeah i dug it too, professor H. Finn
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Topic:
listen
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ill tell the story of what they did what they saw, what they hid, where they gathered, where they bond when they uttered to respond. pleased to meet, pleased to greet, pleasure to company, pleasure to seat, pleasantly piddle by plundered plate. fiddled by love, fondled by hate, ill tell you how the rules are set, how the people play, how the people bet. how the days go on, beyond the next. so plunder the secrets of my nest and ill tell you the story, so comes the rest. awesome! |
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Topic:
Step One, Two and Three.
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enjoyed it, great title
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Topic:
~woman,withdraw
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again, a great write
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Topic:
she wept
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thank you my friends
jimmy |
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cool
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Topic:
Creep
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enjoyed
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Topic:
In The End
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felt it
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Topic:
~season
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Topic:
she wept
Edited by
jimz
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Mon 12/14/09 03:25 PM
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she fought the cupboards
dishes gave her war and when he came home drunk with his open hand he slapped her around she fought the sheets she banged herself on the porcelin and when he came back again she had just wiped the blood from before scared she wept as the fist hit her again and again ![]() |
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