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Well??
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 drama, don't need that trauma liked that line bro great write |
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gods hide
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thank you, welcome if you are new to the poetry forum
peace |
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gods hide
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wings of some seagulls
wings spread out i look up and hope god is in those wings it is a bad night brothers from the row got nowhere to go lord the silence of the city in the backstretch crack is cracking child with rivers running red with life and green buckets of ham now it is cracking rivers on the forehead spreading wild flame crack is sizzling shiit the high goes away so fast i stick my hand in some ride and pull out gods high sun son brother son city works like the mutherfuucker is alive i gotta take a hit my mouth so dry i would go to hell to be able to s p i t |
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revolvers and wine
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offer me
the robe of a drunk who hangs out on ash street he calls himself lucifer i hung around him because he got me and suicide ron drunk on revolvers and cheap wine i hate the wine drunk i hate the wine hangover i hate lucifer but i was confused about a white candle that leaked wax onto my cardboard head i am a chesshead part horse part bishop part devil i am a king but only in my delusions sometimes someone carries me in a blackout why it has not been worse i do not know but i did catch an angel peeing in the sea partisans have given me a maiden of beauty a long ago eternal light i gaze down the clover cliffs into the silver sunset laying down the fire of the iron maiden in the shadows the suns daughter who reads in a dusty coffeehouse |
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Wide Eyed
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 cool cool cool |
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Psssssssst,,,did YOU here?
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BIG T
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nice
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Before
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My Favorite Mistake
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The Call
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~ten foot tall with a tail
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high on hell
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three letter poem
Edited by
jimz
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Thu 03/11/10 10:56 PM
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i am looking up from the sky
i am writing on a piece of cardboard a three letter poem shoes are peeling i found them dumpster diving with my friend ron they only had a little smell what i had on were worse on the shoes i found the rubber is like a mouth on the bottom of the shoe but i did not smell i said a silent prayer to jesus that the blisters would heal ron is on his second forty ouncer and it is 10:30 in the morning i try to wait till after the can run to drink buzzed, pushing a shopping cart down a alley digging in the trash when fine chicks in bikinis are walking by and surfer dudes and i got this big head of hair and a holy t shirt and fuucked up jeans thats all i could say about my pants i did not find good pants in the trash when i got desperate i stole goodwill bags late at night i wanted to be a nice dressed bum |
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wellspring under hope
Edited by
jimz
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Thu 03/11/10 05:05 PM
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running with a blade in a blade of grass
in the meadow i hunt words and words hunt me i go to the source in the wellspring under hope divine nothing but looking in the well there was a time i went for the gold i swept it up in yellow bile in my guts where the green eye meets the red they want to put a storyline in my drifter soul i have been blowing in the wind for awhile now baby i kiss the dust i wipe the dust from my sandals and i move on i hide in the day by being in the night i am blind i am deaf and i just am coming back to find i cannot be the man i want to be my words have me in a prison reminding me to keep a blank slate i am tired of the railroad tracks in the mountains i have swallowed |
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I am Learning
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captivating
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Please, No Comments.
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Wow!!! My kind of shiit.
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Cryin' in the rain...
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Susan, you have such a tender spirit, beautiful write from a beautiful soul
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I am only me.
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I want to help you, I want to embrace you in a hug, so you know. I want to take away all your pains, and tears, to make you glow. We talk and you drink, we talk and you drink. Over and over, until you can't even really think. This makes me want to cry, as your slurs, turn to blurs. Drinking to stop from thinking, all that can be wrong. Drinking and slurring was my families favorite song. I want to help you, I want to embrace you in a hug, so you know. I want to take away all your pains, and tears, to make you glow. This may seem hard for you to understand,I can't play in your band. I left that life thirty years ago, swearing to never be a drunk. I have spent thirty years sleeping sober and straight in my bunk. I deal with all that life throws at me through knowing I am strong. This doesn't make me better than you, I just know that its wrong. I want to help you, I want to embrace you in a hug, so you know. I want to take away all your pains, and tears, to make you glow. We have all had past experiences that hurt us to our core. Things we wish, they never happen, or times we wished we done more. But turning to a bottle will never change, what we refuse to see. Tomorrow will always wake you up, reminding you, you talked to me. Then all the problems you feel and think, lay, until you drink. I want to help you, I want to embrace you in a hug, so you know. I want to take away all your pains, and tears, to make you glow. The problem with your past-time, and here within this rhyme. Is that your drinking should be seen, like your committing a crime. Because its stealing away more pieces of you, every time you drink. Your ability to see yourself, and feel good about what you think. You allow your pains to stay, so you have reason to drink them away. I want to help you, I want to embrace you in a hug, so you know. I want to take away all your pains, and tears, to make you glow. I love you my friend, and I think you know that. But I have no miracles to pull out of my hat. This was all written to show you ONLY ONE SURE THING IS TRUE! NO-ONE CAN TAKE AWAY WHAT IS YOURS, IT MUST BE DONE BY YOU!  yes wisdom from this brother, listen and breathe free. |
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Pastela
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Way beyond amazing!
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sung sweet
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we are at the train station
she gives towers more height yellow roses dance in the breeze train track like braces on a burning tongue real and life and dreams demand respect she has rose eyes rose hips hair just plain black and short her eyes so wide with beauty defined |
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