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    Default Do not read these poems, unless you are ready for snapshots of life

    The Cry of Life, Lord help me, The crying is real, unlocked in the box,
    locked up in the fox fur, slunk

    Danny stares at me, a millionaire trust fund baby without a care in the world
    "Don't be such a downer dip shit." He blinks.
    "Fuck you," is the thought.
    Silence are the words.

    I've done so much analytical work I'm bleeding memories from my ears
    Each memory comes with a tear
    And each tear, behind it, is a fear.

    Sapien moving digits, burnt toes, lord thunk me,
    slunk down like a rabbit shot by a pebble off the slingshot of a meddlesome Dennis.
    His blue eyes and gaped teeth haunt me - an all American lemon head
    but I'm as dark as burnt toast and they see me as a dweller, still whiter than most, stuck in the middle.
    The knife goes in.
    The blood falls out.
    I'm staring up at my assailant. He's darker than me. His skin is dark but his eyes are light. He smiles and takes my wallet. Thanks, in a whisper. Almost dead. Lights fade.

    Baptism!
    Lord? Hello? Goddess?
    Empty room and dark and all, hello?
    Are you alive like me?

    Anyone there?

    Goodbye loneliness.
    Her neck is rotting, the cancer is deep. Hello.
    Amen. God are you there? She's gone, off the hands like some sand, the hands of life, the air is the band,
    the breath is the sound, her chest isn't moving. I cry over her hoping my tears lead to resurrection.


    BOOM! It's third grade.
    Running with the scissors. I turn around, there she is getting mad at me. No fair she said.
    No fair. She's gone. Nobody said that. Found it in a tear. Amen. God? Hello? Nobody. Shit I'm done, kick rock and go. Angels flew here. I picked their wings and let them curl. I let their wings burn like paper in some fire. The edges burnt crisp and flipped up slowly.
    God? Hello? Nothing. Not even lightning.
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    Dear mr mrs.
    How are you today?
    Do you feel like a man in your little girl body?
    Slip into something nice.
    Wear those stalkings while I stalk you
    Use that chalk to make the outline
    Open up the fridge
    let's get dirty
    Jump in the bed.
    I smell you from the kitchen
    And I'm making us some food
    So you can eat your eggs
    And then I can scramble up the mood
    We have all night to bump and grind
    We have all summer to bump our hips
    We could bite our lips and take sips
    From the jumps to the pumps
    The reebok fist bumps
    And the oasis and the water
    You were my first born daughter
    Now you are my mother
    Now you call me daddy
    hello mrs. mr.
    Now I call you granny
    Now you call me papa
    now we are the water
    now we say "I lava"
    you.
    Hey boo.
    hoo woo.

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    Yo, the girls get taps on their little tooshies
    I am the main bro
    I used to be hot but now I'm an eskimo
    ex - cuse - me
    How are you doing?
    I'm not really a sexist
    and I'm worth doing.
    How is your night?
    Do you feel really good?
    I got shot five times
    IN the best suburban hood
    I'm that real ish
    You can eat me like a dish
    You could call me bobba ganush
    and squeeze my stick with your toosh
    however you want to make the toothpaste flow
    I'm here for you, baby, just tell me when to go
    every night I tuck my teddies in the bed
    yeah I know
    PMS is red.

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    Wow, this is some excellent stuff. Just the kind of poetry I like. Keep up the good work.
    [ Ni > Ti > Fe > Fi > Ne > Te > Si > Se ][ 4w5 sp/sx ][ RLOAI ][ IEI-Ni ]
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    Quote Originally Posted by Polaris View Post
    Wow, this is some excellent stuff. Just the kind of poetry I like. Keep up the good work.
    Hey thanks so much! It's what I live for mostly. I'll try to keep being inspired.
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    THE RED DAWN
    "Kneel," the overlord said
    I assumed the prone position, a ritual of kneeling and then lowering to the stomach for the elder.
    My tribe passed on the tradition to each successive generation. In total desolation
    I went down to the knee, head hanging in defeat like a broken Knight.

    "You will kill the virgins.
    Why have you no exuberence!" The elder screamed.
    The warriors followed and echoed him with their voices of question.
    "You have no verve warrior! Where is your spine!"

    I did not want the elder to kill my mother, so I showed him I was not disloyal by replying,
    "A warrior hunts with no emotion. This is the way. A warrior cannot see clearly in the water, therefore a warrior walks the earth with his spear ready under the RED DAWN"
    My voice was low, but full of confidence. Cool with no emotion.

    The others around me screamed in unison..."This is the way."

    In that moment I took control of the elder's power. He was displeased and had no choice but to swallow the seed.
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    Here we are again
    Just you and I
    Sitting in the dark

    I sit on the stool
    Hunched forward
    My neck hurts
    and in my Giant Hands, bleeding from the work
    Hangs the ring I made you
    Of gold that I found
    and a Diamond that I plucked
    from the sky

    You sit like a bird
    laying still in this land
    under your blankets
    a desert of wood between us
    acres and miles of barren floor
    across the room
    in the dark - shadows cast like tombs
    and ever here and there
    a pillar of the light so bright
    or just enough to illuminate
    the path of what might be an ant
    but is instead an empty space
    I grant

    I rise like an iron machine
    and walk towards you ever so slow
    I fear that I will wake you from your precious sleep
    and all your cells will die from radiation

    I fear that your skin will melt off your neck
    and expose your bone
    and you will be in a pain unnatural
    for a gentle creature to be in

    I've seen the zombies walk across
    And floss the land with every falling hand
    I've seen the white and red and black horses ride across
    the horizon
    I've witnessed the unimaginable tragedy before me
    of holding a dying hand
    and watched her come back to life
    only to wonder if she would once again
    begin to die like Jesus

    Oh lord watch over her
    I am unworthy of this prayer
    but please, if it is one thing you do for me or anyone,
    Stop the bleeders from bleeding anymore
    and put their pain inside my skull
    and bury the tumor deep
    I'll die in the water freezing
    Just please do not disturb the sheep

    Now my love I lean over you
    and give you a kiss goodnight
    and hold you in my mind
    so very, very tight.

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