

the underbrush of heavenThere were great cities, drenched in blood Buckets of nails, catapults on the sidewalks The precursors that laid the foundation These cities they were nothing like ours.the underbrush of heaven
And the great cities flourished They traded their hearts for wheat Their minds for cotton Their freedom for security
The bloody city, drenched, enslaved in dissident fury.
And the futility of walking alone at night Became the normalcy of existing The boomsticks that made things go bump in the night Were the same things that made their vessels weep
I will not preten


thirteen linearPelicans bustle and clamp their toes into the sinking sand of distant shores Two newborn adults, two digressions into constellations of chaos Are reborn in the storm.thirteen linear
Tsunamis, the unwritten paper mached to their tired legs Tornados, keeping them captive of their youth, while the anatomy tells a different tale Are they ready For the surge of responsibility
The last rage of the winds That levels cities And sweeps the


cottoni laughed in a holy man's face when he told me my wallet was full of sin i told him he doesn't know what paper presidents can do if your soul is still on the trackscotton
i saw a little girl being scolded by her mother for spending three quarters, and not two and inside i scolded the mother as her debt whipped her daughter's back for several years and a couple of months i thought about what paper presidents can do for the paper mache people walking down each avenue
the rain came one day durin


digression of the starsTake me to your metaphor islands Where you explain everything I do so kindly Call my name from your satellite mountains Where you see every move I make and sing it back to me Swim with me into seas and shores of dying stars of luminescent ectoplasm And we will nurse them back to healthdigression of the stars
I had made these requests to varied avail And you, Jezebel of Love, Judas of Affection In all the aftermath, the privacy of our love Waited for me now only when the weather was warm When the skies were clear When only I was near.
And you, tr


Petrarchan ModelsIt seems from birth somehow we've been installed With a Petrarchan model to express Our love for a woman. I must confess, That my subjects have been less than enthralled With the inane verbiage that I've sprawled Onto paper, and with variable success I have been able to woo and express Infatuation, as it is so-called.Petrarchan Models
When one's confronted by such a lover I'd respond: We could sing it in a song. We'd engrave it like the Rosetta Stone So future generations could uncover Our secret love like it was an old Psalm. But chances are, it has already been done.
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Keep on smiling, cause the birds are still singing!
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Time is the bandage.
"She's a bitch... I called her a bitch right in front of her tits!"
i am glad. i hope you enjoy them!!
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Time is the bandage.
"She's a bitch... I called her a bitch right in front of her tits!"
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Yo moma soo fat that... that... that when see goes to the zoo the elephants say 'Damm, yo moma fat.'
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Muhabbet
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Time is the bandage.
"She's a bitch... I called her a bitch right in front of her tits!"
dude, i love the titles of your poems... they're so... attractive and thought-provoking..
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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aşkım
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so if you ever feel like it, drop me a note or something.
would've just sent one, but i thought i'd better do this, in case you didn't want to be bothered.
this way you have the option to decline.
thanks dearie.
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I am the terror that flaps in the night! I am the wingged scourge that pecks at your nightmares! I am Darkwing Duck!
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Entrust your works to the LORD,
and your plans will succeed.
Proverbs 16:3
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if structure was meaning then every moment would be meaningful.
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if structure was meaning then every moment would be meaningful.
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Time is the bandage.
"She's a bitch... I called her a bitch right in front of her tits!"
how are you doing? *(:
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tu estás aí ou isto é só a fingir?
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"I don't need to ingest posion just to know that I'm alive"
~XBishopX
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You know what??????????????
No... neither do I *sigh*
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c'est le poison dans le flacon
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Time is the bandage.
"She's a bitch... I called her a bitch right in front of her tits!"
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