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Along the edge of time and infinite space, hanging on a grin

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Sunday Feb 05, 2006

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here are some poems, enjoy

*To be said in a perplexed tone* What did I do last night?
c2005

Alas the arduous path not seen
Held together by twine, hopes, and pipe dreams
Telekinetic pictures of suicidal drinking games
Come on, you always fake a reason to play
Impatiently detached, inebriated stumbles
Towards the distant restrooms seem essential
For when the tranquil day is lost
The night becomes eagerly fatal
Nose bled distilled energy
So refreshing is the insanity within lines he took
Teeth chattering absent melodies
Addicts only have time for the hook
Nonchalant and with uncouth words
Migrate across the rambling dance floor
Stop to molest the pocket queen
The one who will become his Babylonian whore
Ecstasy induced dancing
Within a field of sweat drenched bodies
Inhibition becomes a parody
Androgyny and discovery become normality
And the effervescent hours draw reluctantly near
To the raging climax of the morally loose evening
We find ourselves to only be mere mortals
Though our god like demeaner was quite deceiving


Inspired By Beauty
c2005

Archaic words lost by the seam of my pants where the ancient lakes with holds in orbs of flashing antiquity while the serpent coiled and waiting lunges a long strike upon the weary and merchant ships fight for superiority of trembling eggs and thighs just by the sound of your name

For if I lie... shall I die a thousand deaths in your eyes... and through tedium and misery I shall cry freed only by one of your gentle sighs

For to be closer to you Id grow wing where there was once shoulders and fly to the sun and back to solely tell you a tale of the love for you I surely don't lack

Symbols of a belittle nature comforts me to scream out blood murder if only to stop a single shed of a tear from your embracing face and shall I fall to the debts of eternity to protect the a single drop.. so be it I will stand face to face with my demise and gladly protect your honor just to see a sparkle in you eye which would be the greatest reward any man could ever receive or let alone want

Though amber trees and heather fields I feel dreams of childhood lore coming back to me tourist attractions and humming birds squeeze through space of my imagination
Cleansing all fears and extracting all doubts solace become a necessity and the only true beauty


Hey, Wanna Come Over?
c2005

She just fell into my arms
And wept openly
I promised no harm
It was something I truly meant
She questioned my sincerity

The ever so embracing kiss
Never ever want to release your lips

Corduroy ripples and Kashmir dreams
Lace between her thighs
Intriguing escapade it screams
Dripping debauchery quite hell-bent
A night of indefinite moans and sighs

Tongue sliding down her fragile skin
Hooking a turn at the nipple ring

Said shes had enough
Body sprawled over and heavy panting
I brake out the cuffs
For my performance thus far was only a dent
Pain and pleasure how inviting

She constantly cries out to her maker
Either Im the man or shes quite the faker

Motionless she lays intertwined in sheets
Hardly breathing think I broke her
There she is the angel I beseeched
She looks up in sheer amazement
I play the modesty card, I couldve been better

And so the night draws to an end
And I cant wait to see her again


Commander And Creep
c2005

Once upon a time there lived an evil king
Sent his men to war, they wouldnt return again
Spoke of freedom and against tyranny
While all the while abusing them equally

His theological explanations
Led to the exploitations
Of so many other great nations
Which drowned his kingdom in humiliation

Evil king step down from your purchased thrown
Evil king your puppeteers are known
Evil king mark my words your day will come
Evil king you will pay for what youve done

You move along with your dick and colon
Three heads of the dragon, putridly swollen
Fucking everyone over as you see fit
Well everyone but daddy dearest, and the ones with the strings

Knocking down some buildings, wont put me on your side
Just fills me up with more reasons to hate you, the butcher I despise
You werent chosen by the god of millions,
But instead placed by the paper deity worshiped by billions

Oh your day will come
For I sing the song of revolution
With the voice of the tired but not mislead
And I know Im far from alone
Oh your day will come
And when it does
I will look upon your weary corpse and smile
Knowing deep within my heart
That for all of the lies youve told
For all of the lives youve stole
For all of the lives you sold
You have finally paid for what youve done
And I cant wait for that day to come

Speaking as a true American... Fuck You W



... well i guess four is enough
hippomonki:
i enjoyed your poetry!
welcome to the group, i hope to hear more from you.
Feb 8, 2006

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