| the language of lurve |
Jun 4, 2008 6:52 am
380 Views | Her eyes tell secrets
she does not know she owns
there are messages hidden
in the marrow of her bones
and when she and i
together are alone
She speaks to me in language
only i condone. | |
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8 Comments | |
| Survival of the thickest. |
Jun 4, 2008 6:46 am
355 Views | I am one of the last intelligent men
and when
in 3,010
the last of them
ends his lonely life
with his stupid children
and his stupid wife
humanity will stagnate
as moron man and moron mate
wait
for the inevitable date
with unforgiving fate
too late will be the cry
for one with high
i.q.
For there will be no more like me
and certainly none like you. | |
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7 Comments | |
| Cats aren't real either. |
May 22, 2008 6:08 am
795 Views | Reduce your heart to powder
and slip it in her drink
then suddenly she will love you
and not know what to think.
Turn your joy to lotion
and smear it on her arms
then she will adore you
and aprreciate your charms.
Take all your finest feelings
and put them in her larder
then she'll rub you up the wrong way
and make yer thing go harder. | |
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28 Comments | |
| Love -sick |
Apr 18, 2008 4:27 am
1122 Views | Curtail your childish celebrations.
Subdue the singing parrots.
Put away your naughty toys
and consume those party carrots.
She is not coming home today
nor will she be tomorrow
for her heart is filled with ghastly gloom
and nasty-looking sorrow.
I tried to fill her eyes with smiles
but my efforts all were wasted.
There is no cure for sickly love
once the poison has been tasted. | |
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12 Comments | |
| Love -sick |
Apr 18, 2008 3:32 am
1065 Views | Curtail your childish celebrations.
Subdue the singing parrots.
Put away your naughty toys
and consume those party carrots.
She is not coming home today
nor will she be tomorrow
for her heart is filled with ghastly gloom
and nasty-looking sorrow.
I tried to fill her eyes with smiles
but my efforts all were wasted.
There is no cure for sickly love
once the poison has been tasted. | |
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8 Comments | |
| Deniable evidence. |
Mar 26, 2008 1:45 am
2109 Views | My alibi is fool proof
I was with myself all night.
While others may think quite differently
I'm sure you know i'm right.
So when they bring the charges
I hope you will agree.
It might have been anyone who loved you
But it certainly wasn't me. | |
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19 Comments | |
| Horribly wonderful |
Mar 23, 2008 2:37 am
2177 Views | Blacker than all the nights put together
Brighter than all the days
I have loved you in so many
Horrible, wonderful ways.
And when over my last bed
Some idiot preacher prays
Be sure of this one thing he says
I had loved you
And still love you
In so many horrible,
Wonderful
Ways. | |
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18 Comments | |
| Mayhap's the word. |
Mar 18, 2008 2:35 am
2251 Views | This morning i used the word, "mayhap" and it occurred to me that you don't really hear a lot of mayhaps these days huh? It's a word that's almost fallen out of the lexicon of modern Engerlish.
But mayhap was once a star. A few hundred years ago you couldn't turn a page without stumbling upon another mayhap. Shakey boy himself used and abused mayhap like a bargain-basement trollop "50 pee fer a good rhyme guvnor!".
I'm thinking perhaps i should open a home for wayward words and orphaned oratory (government funded of course - even old Scotty dawgs deserve their place at the trough surely?)
Well mayhap i should go do some work.
Laters me terrapins and "i'm ready for my preface now Mister Dickens". | |
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17 Comments | |
| On Conscience bridge |
Mar 13, 2008 10:03 am
2248 Views | On conscience bridge
extraordinary voices sing of
foul deeds and dark desires
of murder as a currency
rape as petty cash
On conscience bridge
tortured ghosts gather
to scream their torment
and to celebrate depravity
On conscience bridge
where i declared my love for you. | |
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5 Comments | |
| On Conscience bridge |
Mar 13, 2008 9:06 am
2231 Views | On conscience bridge
extraordinary voices sing of
foul deeds and dark desires
of murder as a currency
rape as petty cash
On conscience bridge
tortured ghosts gather
to scream their torment
and to celebrate depravity
On conscience bridge
where i declared my love for you. | |
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4 Comments | |
