ben-a-jenkins - Hello Poetry

How will it all end? We will never know I suppose. Just guessing, I'd say that 2012 can't come soon enough for those. Those who fret and panic daily. Those who say that we're all crazy. Lazy days are dead and gone, now have the will to carry on. Left again to my device. I turned away to find a life. But live young man and do it fast. 27 in 2012 looks like a blast.

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Dec 12, 2010

Dec 12, 2010 at 2:35 PM UTC

27 Club

How will it all end? We will never know I suppose. Just guessing, I'd say that 2012 can't come soon enough for those. Those who fret and panic daily. Those who say that we're all crazy. Lazy days are dead and gone, now have the will to carry on. Left again to my device. I turned away to find a life. But live young man and do it fast. 27 in 2012 looks like a blast.

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Watch the sun rise one more time It'll just go right back down again The moon, again, floats on by Changing tides and lighting skies. **There's this hallowed path we take This whisper in the vines Don't stumble there my little friend You haven't much more time No sleep, no rest no stopping now The future looks so bright As we look ahead again On toward the morning light** Less dark left, the light comes soon Born again to light the room Along it brings a brand new day Again one more has ticked away Three-thousand and, six-hundred ticks **I pray to God that this one sticks Cause heaven knows I've felt the ****** This winter's gonna be a ***** And God forbid you start to itch** The weather here is getting cold I feel it in my bones And with the cold a chapter's ended The storm before the calm **A baby takes his infant steps A drunk man tells a lie Eventually we'll all be dust So there's no use to cry** Soak it up, you'll need the juice To get your fears to disappear **** some sorrow, cut it loose Be ready for what's near **Hold it in and blow it out Shelter from the cold Every time you do this **** You say it's getting old** So...... I will say it's over We all know our role From now until never Leave nothing or no one out in the cold

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Nov 14, 2010

Nov 14, 2010 at 12:09 AM UTC

COLLABO

Watch the sun rise one more time It'll just go right back down again The moon, again, floats on by Changing tides and lighting skies. **There's this hallowed path we take This whisper in the vines Don't stumble there my little friend You haven't much more time No sleep, no rest no stopping now The future looks so bright As we look ahead again On toward the morning light** Less dark left, the light comes soon Born again to light the room Along it brings a brand new day Again one more has ticked away Three-thousand and, six-hundred ticks **I pray to God that this one sticks Cause heaven knows I've felt the ****** This winter's gonna be a ***** And God forbid you start to itch** The weather here is getting cold I feel it in my bones And with the cold a chapter's ended The storm before the calm **A baby takes his infant steps A drunk man tells a lie Eventually we'll all be dust So there's no use to cry** Soak it up, you'll need the juice To get your fears to disappear **** some sorrow, cut it loose Be ready for what's near **Hold it in and blow it out Shelter from the cold Every time you do this **** You say it's getting old** So...... I will say it's over We all know our role From now until never Leave nothing or no one out in the cold

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Left my soul in the trippin spoon. Gave it a shot now I think I'm through. Now watch me ride on and see it through. Until we meet again. A chicken crows in the dead of night. Another tweaker, been up all night. In the dark chasing dragonflies. Now its time for the morning light. So welcome home. The phone rings but I don"t pay the bill. I probably spent it on a ****** pill. But he still can't find a thrill. Where did the mortal go. Back to the trippin spoon.

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Nov 13, 2010

Nov 13, 2010 at 10:17 PM UTC

The Trippin Spoon

Left my soul in the trippin spoon. Gave it a shot now I think I'm through. Now watch me ride on and see it through. Until we meet again. A chicken crows in the dead of night. Another tweaker, been up all night. In the dark chasing dragonflies. Now its time for the morning light. So welcome home. The phone rings but I don"t pay the bill. I probably spent it on a ****** pill. But he still can't find a thrill. Where did the mortal go. Back to the trippin spoon.

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I left my body last night. I got shifty and I saw myself kicking, drowning. There are times when only my mother's milk will do the trick. But shifty, I just lay here, my muscles aching and quivering. By God I've done it again. I did what I swore I wouldn't. I left the party last night. So say goodbye to being shifty. I trip like I want to but the shifty always seems to creep back again. Slowly I remove the thorn from my paw. It'll only hurt for a little while. Back to normal for a while. Until I again decide to let myself get shifty again.

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Nov 13, 2010

Nov 13, 2010 at 6:11 PM UTC

shifty

I left my body last night. I got shifty and I saw myself kicking, drowning. There are times when only my mother's milk will do the trick. But shifty, I just lay here, my muscles aching and quivering. By God I've done it again. I did what I swore I wouldn't. I left the party last night. So say goodbye to being shifty. I trip like I want to but the shifty always seems to creep back again. Slowly I remove the thorn from my paw. It'll only hurt for a little while. Back to normal for a while. Until I again decide to let myself get shifty again.

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Spotless beautiful rays of sunshine shining upon an otherwise gloomy cloudy field; a barren desolate wasteland of a place. But, every now and again on days when things are quiet, the sun shines bright in places that never seem to get light. Those are good days. Then there are times when the sun never shines. Days, even weeks pass where there is no light. Those are bad times. Nothing grows and everything seems to die. The worms love these dark times. They come out to play when there's no light. Though, when the spotless rays of light shine bright enough, the birds sing, and the bugs and small creatures play. And the worms; The worms hide deep within the earth, hiding from the light; hiding because they fear the shining sun and its dying, life giving rays. Oh, how I love the bright days. Maybe tomorrow the sun will shine.

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Oct 22, 2010

Oct 22, 2010 at 3:54 PM UTC

Spotless Rays of Light

Spotless beautiful rays of sunshine shining upon an otherwise gloomy cloudy field; a barren desolate wasteland of a place. But, every now and again on days when things are quiet, the sun shines bright in places that never seem to get light. Those are good days. Then there are times when the sun never shines. Days, even weeks pass where there is no light. Those are bad times. Nothing grows and everything seems to die. The worms love these dark times. They come out to play when there's no light. Though, when the spotless rays of light shine bright enough, the birds sing, and the bugs and small creatures play. And the worms; The worms hide deep within the earth, hiding from the light; hiding because they fear the shining sun and its dying, life giving rays. Oh, how I love the bright days. Maybe tomorrow the sun will shine.

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