timeless, yet present, deep, mystical

oof
poof
i love the white rabbit
coming out of the black top hat
i like the cheap seats and the ground not even floor
cement wrappers broken glass blood drops
hesse broke in once and wrote a whole book on the tombstone of emerson

me and nietzsche
kicked them both out

and sent them
to a brothel
not to be touched

the magic theatre
involves the pain of
childbirth

the pain of
rebirth

yet me and nietzsche
hanging out less and less
he is talking too much shiit
about the illusion of the poets mask
making me again a pauper
yet he likes my nice sister
my robust health
my compulsive pleasure seeking
but then the syphilis comes
i bear with him
not knowing his pain
or mine

this is the insanity
of the magic theatre

yet they
throw it down

illusion nietzsche
is truth

yes, i had the same problem yesterday, i ate too many tacos

peace and open up
them windows

jimmy

oh yeah, I recognize this, classic d4tc, great rhythm with the great imagery

nice, especially the ending

this is great

coo nice great write

wow, this was very philosophical to me, enjoyed it

awesome awesome, ah, one more, AWESOME!

ive been there, awesome write, much strength and inner peace
Jimmy

im goin plum crazy
i need stilts as tall as i am
there are statues or not im raging
lift up your veil maiden im burning
let me cut off your head leo my world
needs to carry around your head in a
burlap sack you never left the old testament
well ill take you way back

why my paws
are laws
now

leo call me
by my name

you can have
the princess

she deserves
the veil

yeah

left to his own demise the so called
red one tended bar at fifth and central
his new converts sat on dusty bar stools
i drank three pitchers but shiit it tasted like
water they filmed dirty bar scenes there in downtown l a
i met freaks divine clowns and poets who wrote with

life sentences with no other concern but to cough from the
ciggs the l a smog fit the moon in my rooms in
skid row i shiit in heaven for twenty years
left with the so called so called red one the devil is
really a biitch all he could do was make quarter tips and a
whore who gave him lessons in spanish

nice write, yes, welcome

this is awesome, I felt I was riding with you, great heart write
peace

Terry
you're the master rhymer
without a timer
may i join you
for a few
of your
Real dew

peace

thank you, writer gurl
peace

Wow. S. I sense a growing in your poetic heart, great write!

this is cool, well written

one woven
yet not woven
i lie on the sea
i lie on the sky
i lie in between

i look at the saw
reminding me of cuts
invisible blood never stops
killing the dew

might be my favorite of yours, i dont know they all are cool
deep,symbolic yet more...