Topic: my hammer has a secret
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Fri 10/06/06 06:29 AM
he had a hammer and had not a care
he raised his hammer into the air
the stranger had a gun but it was of no use
the gun was no match for years of abuse.
the silence was broken as the dead gathered round
the hammer came down, one man hit the ground.
the story is told in the streets with wonder
what happened to the man who'd been torn asunder
nobody knows the end of this story you see
nobody that is, but my hammer and me.

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Fri 10/06/06 08:45 AM
lol i like that its kinds of funny.
sccary too makes me wonder about you:P

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Fri 10/06/06 09:05 AM
your hammer's good
it's heading south
keeps it's secret
without a mouth

the ground is hard
the ground is cold
tells many stories
as I am told

where you have walked
how much you weigh
cover your clues
because one day

the smallest fragment
the tiniest hair
well get you life
to this i'll swear

you make your bed
you dig your grave
and to your guilt
you'll be a slave

Think this out
while you sit in the slammer
He carried the cross
but you bore the hammer

He took the nails
you pounded in
Forgive them he said
they know not thier sin

Three days later
The ground will atest
The man was seen walking
along with the rest

A carpenter by trade
he knew about hammers
He knows about you
his lost little lamb-er

He stands at the door
Speaks truth and won't stammer
Be the best friend
to the man with the hammer.









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Fri 10/06/06 09:11 AM
as with much of my stuff it is only a little creative writing. i am not
a dangerous unstable psychopath. i was laughing my ass off writing this
because he seems to have a personal relationship with his tool lol. i
don't want to know how personal though, maybe in the next one.


that was good geegirl, thanks for sharing that.

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Fri 10/06/06 09:26 AM
you are welcome, King breeze and thank you. I was actually directing my
response to the ficticious man with the hammer, not you, silly. first
person peoms can be a problem this way.

Course, I appreciate the clarification. I have a similiar situation with
my poem called " Biachhi, Love me or lose me, but not in the trunk of
your car."

The think i am the biachhi I write about....could be, at times. I will
post that next.


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Fri 10/06/06 09:38 AM
i got that, i was trying to post at the same time you were and the first
paragraph was in response to sheena saying ,"makes me wonder bout you"
and i added the last part to you when i had to repost, i should have
made it a seperate post.

i already read the love me or lose me one, they are both great.