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Caught surprised

We fall down ******

Whilst drinking with an anaesthetist

So we sought the fat ventriloquist

Sat down upon his greasy fist.

He said:

We have your measure

By birth and by hat size

Domestic displeasure

Subvert and destabilize

More bread and more butter

Hold her nose and she swallows

While Rome burns

We toast marshmallows.
We all need new starts, fresh beginnings
At least once in each of our lives here.
When we accept Christ we receive one.
Fresh new beginning in our lives here.
We also receive an helper to help us.
He is called the Holy Spirit spirit of God.
Connecting with our Spirit becoming one.
The Spirit has supernatural Power within.
Saving our lives among other things in our lives.
I am more than half insane
I am a walking drug with a boom bap heart beat
A giant tree with an old soul and thinking box
Where did the time of life go?
**** simple poetry. **** false meaning. **** society life.
Cruise on the wings of eternity
Live for your soul which is one with all soul
Eternal Love in a box full of dead roses...
painting with our words,
a newer reality.
the desperate gasps of air
for the broken heart,
being filled with abstract,
design, fairytales.
we live in a world we create.
art is the fortress of the broken soul.
Cry upon my shoulder,
Whisper secrets in my ear

People talk about moving on,
Everyone wants to grow up fast,
Never look around at where it’s gone,
Forget about their past,
History is misery,
But misery don’t like company,
Misery’s just meant for me,
But that’s enough of that

I know that I can hold her,
Above the deepest of her fears

She talks about moving on,
She wants to move on fast,
Never looks around to see where I’ve gone,
Just an echo of her past,
Her history is misery,
And misery loves her company,
Her misery’s not meant for me,
And that is that

Cry upon my shoulder,
Whisper secrets in my ear,
I know that I can hold her,
Above the deepest of her fears,
But she don’t think I have the nerve,
After all, you accept the love that you think you deserve
I don’t think I have the nerve,
After all, you accept the love that you think you deserve
And you don’t deserve that misery
Inspired from watching The Perks of Being a Wallflower
 Jul 2014 Pushing Daisies
brooke
do you look
at her in awe
is she speckled
with the stars
the way the
blinds make
light, pinstriped,
her lips are candied
her clothes are chiffon
wrappers and her elbows
make you sing to the high, high

heavens.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014


i used to be that for you.
 Jul 2014 Pushing Daisies
Escalus
You act as if you're so high and mighty. You're on top of the world, yet whenever you do something wrong your excuse is "I'm a Christian". I think you should know, your beliefs don't make you a good person, your behavior does. Don't hate me because I'm a different type of sin.
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