aristonaut

I got the pumpkin blues
Though everyone knows it
So it's not news
I got it bad
It makes me mad
Well thats the pumpkin blues

Worse than 9/11
hurts like pennies from heaven
like cancer from mobile phones
Macauley culkin and all
his home alones

I got those pumpkin blues
standing in nike shoes
and no underpants
I got it bad
it makes me...
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A humorous puff of wispy smoke
Floated, with apologetic gracelessness ,
Towards the twin poled, panel plated
15ft X 8ft dance floor.
The strains of cheap neon songs,
With ultraviolet ugly clarity,
Wheezed out from a pa system.


Not sure where this is going,ut I quite like the way it reads.

Sound of mind,
you cannot kill me
Still
Still
Still
You cannot kill me

She cant be
Be
Cant
She
Be she cant

She cant be
Be
Cant
She
Be she cant

Sound of mind,
you cannot kill me
Still
Still
Still
You cannot kill me

He is by the window
Smoking cheap cigars
Smoking
Smoking
Smoking
Cheap window
He is cigar


He is by...
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Paid for lust..tis the strangest kind of hormonally driven whimsy.
tits,arese n' fanny are fine and danndy,but just as with most modern
art,somehow lacking.ait has all the the angles and abstractions, follows the theory,but
is somehow lacking the pure breed sprit of adventure and unpredictability.
all is standardised, sterile and insincere.

Love....the vague hope, all but lost in
world where the need to justify and...
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The game of loves is such a jolly folly.
like being caught in the rain without a brolly!

Love at first sight is somewhat shallow
Love over time is just Stockhausen syndrome
So where does the real thing lay?

When mistakes in loves name
Are jut the spark of passions flame
And the tongue of love
Is just the window dressing of lust
Where is the real thing?

When all is games of ego
Where the Id lose out
Does it mean that...
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New poem.Not sure if this is any good.
Maybe because it's a bit too personal.

The last of the fading sunlight
To leaves us all Alone
in the dead of the living night
The blue turning deeper
The truth growing bleaker

Sirens in the distance
Violence in waiting
Screams heard through
Muffled ears pillow
Buried

Bedded down in fear
The walls take a beating
And...
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The cup.

the cup is full of crap
the crap fills the cup
must i drink it?
sink it?
I don't wanna but it's the only thing
to drink
hate the look hate the taste

I am full of crap
crap has filled me up
I must hold it in
it must win
I don't wanna but it's the only thing
to drink
hate the...
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