nicholas-alexander - Hello Poetry

Pardon the cardiac; arrest me for speaking too blatantly. The words I choose to speak both crimson red and leak. Can you smell my truth? I smell ink. Here's a small gesture, through the rata-tat steel pipes and ting-ting raindrops bleeding from the sky on my tin can ceiling- spread my ashes on a piece of toast, butter n' honey Feed it to the lonely, poor, beaten and homely. Feed me to the ****** Fill their hearts and eyes with tears. Let them repent for oh, these pitiful, wasted years. Let them rejoice! My embalming fluid blood preserve their life. Feed them my Eucharist, my body, my light.

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Apr 3, 2012

Apr 3, 2012 at 11:35 PM UTC

The Body of Christ

Pardon the cardiac; arrest me for speaking too blatantly. The words I choose to speak both crimson red and leak. Can you smell my truth? I smell ink. Here's a small gesture, through the rata-tat steel pipes and ting-ting raindrops bleeding from the sky on my tin can ceiling- spread my ashes on a piece of toast, butter n' honey Feed it to the lonely, poor, beaten and homely. Feed me to the ****** Fill their hearts and eyes with tears. Let them repent for oh, these pitiful, wasted years. Let them rejoice! My embalming fluid blood preserve their life. Feed them my Eucharist, my body, my light.

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Small shanty town, cheap ***** and easy women. I wonder what the bathrooms look like... Shall we find out? For your pleasure or mine? -I hope their clean; does it really matter... at this point? Whats your name again?

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Mar 13, 2012

Mar 13, 2012 at 4:42 PM UTC

Shanty Mama

Small shanty town, cheap ***** and easy women. I wonder what the bathrooms look like... Shall we find out? For your pleasure or mine? -I hope their clean; does it really matter... at this point? Whats your name again?

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How long can one sit in the wind, before their blown away? Oh your ***** gusty manners, so perfectly out of place, but oh, not quite unusual.

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Mar 11, 2012

Mar 11, 2012 at 11:26 PM UTC

Wind Love

How long can one sit in the wind, before their blown away? Oh your ***** gusty manners, so perfectly out of place, but oh, not quite unusual.

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Oh banana peel, your colors vibrant and fluctuating. The 3-D spots of speckled brown, deep and pure, yellow and sun sprayed, swaying in the trees, lackadaisical in manner. Oh banana peel, protect you from our bile. If i could have a peel of my own, a comfy womb; yellow and sweet. I too would sway in the trees lackadaisical in manner. The Sunday, sun spray sprawled across, my green to yellow to brown, my sour to sweet, to soft and cream Oh banana peel, others discard you hastily in the banana peel sunset. But to me, you are beautiful.

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Mar 6, 2012

Mar 6, 2012 at 9:14 PM UTC

Banana Peel

Oh banana peel, your colors vibrant and fluctuating. The 3-D spots of speckled brown, deep and pure, yellow and sun sprayed, swaying in the trees, lackadaisical in manner. Oh banana peel, protect you from our bile. If i could have a peel of my own, a comfy womb; yellow and sweet. I too would sway in the trees lackadaisical in manner. The Sunday, sun spray sprawled across, my green to yellow to brown, my sour to sweet, to soft and cream Oh banana peel, others discard you hastily in the banana peel sunset. But to me, you are beautiful.

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wind blows, grass grows, time shows, these are the things that I, know

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Feb 27, 2012

Feb 27, 2012 at 12:47 PM UTC

wisdom

wind blows, grass grows, time shows, these are the things that I, know

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real page turner real money earner feed the kids pay the bills keep the wife happy life? white picket fence my two cents, its picturesque. salt and pepper go set the table say your prayers make your bed clean the house catch the mouse two car garage bi-weekly massage clip your nails cut your hair tuck in your shirt wash off the dirt the american dream, simply ins't for me

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Feb 27, 2012

Feb 27, 2012 at 12:45 PM UTC

Uh..merican dream?

real page turner real money earner feed the kids pay the bills keep the wife happy life? white picket fence my two cents, its picturesque. salt and pepper go set the table say your prayers make your bed clean the house catch the mouse two car garage bi-weekly massage clip your nails cut your hair tuck in your shirt wash off the dirt the american dream, simply ins't for me

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what if thought was external, more easily observable? would we like what we find, what others rather hide? you'll never be inside my head, but imagine if you could. would you want to look around? do you think you really should?

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Feb 27, 2012

Feb 27, 2012 at 12:41 PM UTC

thoughts

what if thought was external, more easily observable? would we like what we find, what others rather hide? you'll never be inside my head, but imagine if you could. would you want to look around? do you think you really should?

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the brightest candle casts the darkest shadows and burns out twice as fast. why is it that when you give a man good advice, he knows not how to take? but if you give a man poor advice, you receive eternal thanks? if i give you anything, i hope its peace of mind. i know that you will do your thing and that's okay,because i know that it is not mine. the world i see ahead of me, contains the purest light, all of it remains in front, i'm not sure if there's a drop that lays behind. I know one day, i shall return, to that from which i came. but with a better understanding, of this silly game i play. i hope, you see, it's with a heavy heart i leave, but at this point, it's the best path, at least, for me all in all, i chose not make an impact, but rather leave a mark, its for this very reason, i step out of the dark.

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Feb 27, 2012

Feb 27, 2012 at 12:39 PM UTC

candles

the brightest candle casts the darkest shadows and burns out twice as fast. why is it that when you give a man good advice, he knows not how to take? but if you give a man poor advice, you receive eternal thanks? if i give you anything, i hope its peace of mind. i know that you will do your thing and that's okay,because i know that it is not mine. the world i see ahead of me, contains the purest light, all of it remains in front, i'm not sure if there's a drop that lays behind. I know one day, i shall return, to that from which i came. but with a better understanding, of this silly game i play. i hope, you see, it's with a heavy heart i leave, but at this point, it's the best path, at least, for me all in all, i chose not make an impact, but rather leave a mark, its for this very reason, i step out of the dark.

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what an ostentatious thought a preposterous society in which we live how could you say such things, let alone yourself believe? is this how much we've lost? just shows what we could gain. the truth is there; it's view not quite as plain. i dare not try and explain, for fear of the masses, claiming i'm insane if you go there, on your own you'll see, you've always known. i'd like to save you, from yourselves but i know, i'm no messiah

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Feb 27, 2012

Feb 27, 2012 at 12:33 PM UTC

no messiah

what an ostentatious thought a preposterous society in which we live how could you say such things, let alone yourself believe? is this how much we've lost? just shows what we could gain. the truth is there; it's view not quite as plain. i dare not try and explain, for fear of the masses, claiming i'm insane if you go there, on your own you'll see, you've always known. i'd like to save you, from yourselves but i know, i'm no messiah

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i'd like to paint a picture, with the colors of my thought if you choose not to look my labors aren't for wrought. this search may simply not be yours, but others will have sought. the shadows on the wall are not enough for me when you look outside your cave; true colors you shall see

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Feb 27, 2012

Feb 27, 2012 at 12:29 PM UTC

the allegory

i'd like to paint a picture, with the colors of my thought if you choose not to look my labors aren't for wrought. this search may simply not be yours, but others will have sought. the shadows on the wall are not enough for me when you look outside your cave; true colors you shall see

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