Showman - Hello Poetry

I've learned that happiness cannot be found in the form of a little purple capsule. I've learned that Pisa will have to wait until next time. I've learned that the third mushroom held in my sweaty palm was not as big a deal compared to the other two opening my mind. I've learned that a part of me died that night where we ****** in a room with no furniture. I've learned that life is work and that the molotov cocktail of Dubrah and eay mac that came spewing from me left an orange tang upon the floor. I've learned that pain is better than numbness and that jabbing a sewing needle repeatedly in my arm was an educated decision. Most importantly I've learned that together we are better than alone.

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Nov 4, 2013

Nov 4, 2013 at 1:05 PM UTC

Reflections (What I've Learned In College)

I've learned that happiness cannot be found in the form of a little purple capsule. I've learned that Pisa will have to wait until next time. I've learned that the third mushroom held in my sweaty palm was not as big a deal compared to the other two opening my mind. I've learned that a part of me died that night where we ****** in a room with no furniture. I've learned that life is work and that the molotov cocktail of Dubrah and eay mac that came spewing from me left an orange tang upon the floor. I've learned that pain is better than numbness and that jabbing a sewing needle repeatedly in my arm was an educated decision. Most importantly I've learned that together we are better than alone.

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First there is the prep. The roommate. Wearing salmon colored pants. He has Shaggy from Scooby Doo On his left thigh. The alcoholic. She has a drinking problem. She is in denial of her drinking problem. She hangs out with the loners. The loners. Unkempt, unattractive and fat in all the wrong places. The blond looks like Tom Petty. The one with dark hair, glasses and braces They live next door. Living together but segregated. Wild cards. All of us. ©Gambit '13

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Aug 28, 2013

Aug 28, 2013 at 9:10 AM UTC

The Characters In This Film

First there is the prep. The roommate. Wearing salmon colored pants. He has Shaggy from Scooby Doo On his left thigh. The alcoholic. She has a drinking problem. She is in denial of her drinking problem. She hangs out with the loners. The loners. Unkempt, unattractive and fat in all the wrong places. The blond looks like Tom Petty. The one with dark hair, glasses and braces They live next door. Living together but segregated. Wild cards. All of us. ©Gambit '13

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He opens his Star Wars: A New Hope lunch box Inside a hippies dream. **** in baggies that have the superman symbol And Batman symbol on them Tabs of LSD And molly. Hunter S. Thompson would have a field day ©Gambit '13

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Aug 27, 2013

Aug 27, 2013 at 2:47 PM UTC

**** Bag

He opens his Star Wars: A New Hope lunch box Inside a hippies dream. **** in baggies that have the superman symbol And Batman symbol on them Tabs of LSD And molly. Hunter S. Thompson would have a field day ©Gambit '13

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It took me losing everything to finally realize how much something as small as a scrambled egg could make a difference in the way you look at people, nature, things, even joy Fin.

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Aug 1, 2013

Aug 1, 2013 at 10:29 AM UTC

Scrambled Eggs

It took me losing everything to finally realize how much something as small as a scrambled egg could make a difference in the way you look at people, nature, things, even joy Fin.

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I see pictures in my head. Me with a magnet embedded in my stomach. Repelling or attracting certain types of people. A man walking the New York streets Concerned over his ****** addicted brother. I see viking ships sailing to protect their homeland From dragons and crop plight.

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Jul 23, 2013

Jul 23, 2013 at 9:50 AM UTC

Images

I see pictures in my head. Me with a magnet embedded in my stomach. Repelling or attracting certain types of people. A man walking the New York streets Concerned over his ****** addicted brother. I see viking ships sailing to protect their homeland From dragons and crop plight.

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Right by the house with the samurai wearing the green swim goggles. You passed out Right by Beach Ave Happened three weeks ago today. Your still wearing the hospital bracelet.

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Jul 20, 2013

Jul 20, 2013 at 5:46 PM UTC

Poem Of The Pass Out

Right by the house with the samurai wearing the green swim goggles. You passed out Right by Beach Ave Happened three weeks ago today. Your still wearing the hospital bracelet.

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I'm a cool cat Who likes to **** The smooth jazz That dances off my pen Compliments The 'garette I smoke The dance of pen to pad The movement The shake Rumble Makes my fingers snap And my feet tap.

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Jun 9, 2013

Jun 9, 2013 at 4:38 PM UTC

Cool Cat

I'm a cool cat Who likes to **** The smooth jazz That dances off my pen Compliments The 'garette I smoke The dance of pen to pad The movement The shake Rumble Makes my fingers snap And my feet tap.

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I've named him Peter or Paul I can't pick Purposefully picking pigeon names is preposterous It's perfectly possible though He's my pal Peter or Paul We met at the Pantheon He prattled, pranced Up toward my position I wanted to pet my pigeon Peter or Paul Put him in my pristine apartment Perhaps Patrick?

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Jun 9, 2013

Jun 9, 2013 at 4:32 PM UTC

Pigeon Poem/Ode To A Pigeon

I've named him Peter or Paul I can't pick Purposefully picking pigeon names is preposterous It's perfectly possible though He's my pal Peter or Paul We met at the Pantheon He prattled, pranced Up toward my position I wanted to pet my pigeon Peter or Paul Put him in my pristine apartment Perhaps Patrick?

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I hate nature sometimes. Like sugar plum fairies We dance Around each other Waiting for something to happen Over power. Over woman. Falling to our primal instincts We are better than that We are more than that I hate it. The way we are stubborn. We are too busy fighting. Fighting time Fighting fear Fighting death Fighting each other The hands of the clock ticks away Death wraps its warm arms around us But that I suppose is why we dance

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Jun 9, 2013

Jun 9, 2013 at 4:28 PM UTC

Dance Of The Alpha Male

I hate nature sometimes. Like sugar plum fairies We dance Around each other Waiting for something to happen Over power. Over woman. Falling to our primal instincts We are better than that We are more than that I hate it. The way we are stubborn. We are too busy fighting. Fighting time Fighting fear Fighting death Fighting each other The hands of the clock ticks away Death wraps its warm arms around us But that I suppose is why we dance

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Coffee and tea at the cafe of Christ The Bible for breakfast Slurping stories from ***** and Samuel To Ezekial and Ezra. Start your day the holy way with Christ chex. Ahh. The breakfast of champions

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Jun 9, 2013

Jun 9, 2013 at 4:25 PM UTC

A Breakfast Poem

Coffee and tea at the cafe of Christ The Bible for breakfast Slurping stories from ***** and Samuel To Ezekial and Ezra. Start your day the holy way with Christ chex. Ahh. The breakfast of champions

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