RememberingWishing them well
Rare zen moods are great
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Tired of freedomTry to live another day try to live another way won't you stay another day won't you live another wayTired of freedom
If I can't defy Then there's no certainty May all this pain go If I can't be right Then there's no way to be I'm tired of freedom.
Tell to me what's in your heart Tried to be free from the start But your will to live Just buried me. Left to live with the disgrace Where in hell now is my place Underneath the foot That bludgeons me
Won't you stay another day won't you stay another way
by ~spoonmaster
poop loserprogenateur unabashed Pretenseur unclad Can there be more? No there is lesspoop loser
And in this naked garb I see the truth
Self reflected
And in my mind I am truth Unrespected
To hold and to wield To caress and to field all in all what a crock
In my heart never messing I discard your obsessing Left to feel Earthly ties From my feet
Rooted now in the now From the currents of past Left to feel all I feel Like harmony unchanging
It's the sun and the sky It's the moment
by ~spoonmaster
AngelsSo certain that angels Outgrow their wings In the daytime For the night-time Happy to perch them To soundtracksAngels
they sing for the old ways not the rightways
Befuddled by blaspheme Beguiled by drink So amusing Self abusing Talking all nonsense You can't tell their words from the daytime To the night-time
Damn all
Theres life left to take Unmistaking All forsaking Awa-king, the best and
the brave Both are breaking Bodies baking Behaving
Bereft of malaise &
by ~spoonmaster
lollipop angelsI got paint on my nose and blood on my cheeks and a bird underfoot that's been chirping for weekslollipop angels
I got lollipop angels and beer bottle glasses and mad cash in pocket with free stageside passes
I`ve been rolling down anthills and driving back rain While the left handed passenger cranks up the gain
I`m a screaming guitar lacerating ears and a tim-burton daymare ironic and clear
I`ve set Ghandi on fire atop bridges apast And I`m signing off checks that my kids cannot cash
I`ve got doom and di
by ~spoonmaster
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interstate 81.there's a metal star that is wasting away on a hill overlooking interstate 81. it blends in with the surrounding area; you can't really even see it unless you know it's there. and no one does. i like to think that it is a signboard from god, and i make tiny little prayers on it. my religion is in curling wires and burned out light bulbs, and my lord is the same colour as the sky and the treetops. honestly, i believe that rusting metal has as much a chance as anything for inspiring faith.interstate 81.
there's a deer lying broken on the side of the road. it's sprawled in a shallow ditch with its four legs splayed awkwardly, h
by *estallidos
this is why we don't...she made love a best ofthis is why we don't...
list
spilling not quite
secrets splitting
glittering seconds for display
she been singing those catchy hooks in me
coatin' that hunger with a
sugar tongue
but I've been fixin' to be broke for a long time spent saving unspoken sayings structured letters
to grope
to choke an open throat
something like a closed mindfieldday
replace the pressure with a spray of expelled sylla
by *YouInventedMe
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"Angels bleed from the tainted touch of my carress...." -NIN
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let's play a game called you pretend i am an actual poet
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Am I the star beneath the stairs?
Am I a ghost upon the stage?
Am I your anything?
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The hallowed lands so far behind
As fleeting dreams still linger
Like distant voices through the rain
Like grains of sand cast from my hands
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