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Beauty and the black.
Cut in two by a psychotic hack.
A pretty face, remembered not for acting,
but the act that gave her instant infamy.
******.
© JLB
06/10/2014
12:36 BST
I like a garden where flowers grow,
yet occasionally a **** does show.
Do I pluck that **** for creeping into my flower garden?
or assign it to my mind, where it can grow un maligned.

Declined by the flower garden, my mind gave the **** a pardon.
There it did stay, entwined with my thoughts that gave it beauty.
A **** is not to be plucked and thrown away,
a **** is to be nurtured like all of humankind.

My mind grows fruitful like a garden, all are welcome,
weeds especially, for they are most likely to surprise.
Weeds, like all that live chime and shine when given a chance.
A chance to grow enshrined in my mind garden.
© JLB
06/10/2014
00:34 BST
There never was a love as true
As this love, that I feel for you

I'm looking back fondly on all the good times we had
And I'm terrible sorry, for every time I've made you sad

For example I love, your **** voice,
And your soft, sweet touch, makes me rejoice

There will never come a day
When from you I shall stay away

I loved you months ago, and I love you still
And even with my last breath, I always will
When you have walked too far
And reached the edge of the world
Realizing, you have come beyond
Where the unknown waves to you
Away from the slippery ground
Now you have found a footing
To take the next step towards unknown
No way to explain the feeling
Only the heart knew it all along
Today, I am very not well.
I feel like there's a bell tolling in my head.
I don't want to get out of bed
My ears don't work
My mouth is dry
My back is old and bented
My stomach is churning
My throat is gurgling
My eyes are crusted with crap
A whisper's too loud
The toilet is full of carrots
(When did I eat carrots?)
My nose is running, I better go after it
I'm sniffing, I'm sicking, I'm chilled then hot
I'm telling you lot, I'm very not well
I'm glad I have no sense of smell
What's in the bucket, looks like it might have rights
I'm telling you lot I'm very not well.
© JLB
04/10/2014
12:33 BST
Today was no ballet,
sure, people say "no picnic"
but, I prefer "no ballet".
After all why compare a day to a picnic?
Picnics are, well, middling.
Some outstanding (with champagne)
Some poor, with floppy cheese sandwiches.
Some, just sitting in a field with a damp ****.
So, today was no ballet.
I didn't shout "hooray"
I didn't wear fancy lingerie
I didn't eat at an avant-garde cafe
I didn't write a masterpiece,
an overture or paint a masterful stroke.
So, all in all, today was passé,
definitely no ballet.
© JLB
03/10/2014
00:01 BST
Let me clarify, I'm not here to prettify life.
Amplify your ego or nullify your beliefs.
I'm here for me.
Dignify for me your response without a lie.
Can you? No?
Then in my best of Anglo Saxon do me the favour of
"******* the *******".
Inspired by The Ballad of John And Yoko.
© JLB
02/10/2014
17:38 BST
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