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  Aug 2014 thinklef
Tark Wain
The Emperor left his palace
with something shiny on his shoulder
it weighed as much as an apple
but was the size of a boulder
it was the greatest weapon
his workers could build
the town awaited its appearance
even though they had foot the bill

Amazing said the scholar as the emperor passed
so much power but such little weight
this right here can save a country
what you hold will educate
we will teach people
and they will listen
and if they won't
we will show them this weapon

splendid said the old lady as the emperor trotted by
I have been waiting all my life for this
we must end all wars
that is my dying wish
now we can do that
we can fight off the opposition
and make sure peace reigns
while our leaders stay in top position

I don't get it said the kid and the emperor stopped
what could you not understand about my gun?
the boy answered this world is full of idiots
and while you are surely not one
there are people out there
who would **** for that gun
let's not act like one large weapon
can change everybody under the sun
what's more likely is that it will only amplify
the issues that should be regional
we'll proclaim "Our gun is big!"
to justify that our choice is final
the bigger the gun
the more people it could ****
and the more people that can die
the more people that will
  Aug 2014 thinklef
Poetoftheway
"Son can you play me a memory
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet
And I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes"

Billy Joel lyrics from
"Piano Man"*
~~~~~~~~~~~~

when I was very young
I wore Levi jeans and white
Hanes cotton T shirts
my mother bot me,
my feet, Ked clad, red
from the kid's "department" store
on Central Avenue,
the Main Street of my small town

when I was a young lad,
I wore workingman's cargo jeans and
white Hanes cotton T shirts
under red plaid
wooly shirts, itchy affairs,
that I bot for myself
in a real Army Navy store,
desert colored suede boots,
laced up high,
upon my feet

when I was of middling years,
my jeans were khaki pants,
Gap supplied,
and my Gap T shirts,
faded like me,
a non-descript color,
made in a gap of pale pastel colors
from Bangladesh or Vietnam,
pale pastel, like me

so as I slide~decline into
my nursing home years,
I wear unbranded jeans and
white cotton no name T shirts
with matching white disposable slippers,
that the Purchasing Department
bot for me, cause they know,
I like,

a younger man's clothes and
the memories that play all day
lost in day dreaming of a life
well dressed

2:01am
  Aug 2014 thinklef
Spike Milligan
I was thinking of letters,
We all have a lot in our life
A few good - a few sad
But mostly run of the mill-
I suppose that's my fault
For writing to run of the mill people.
I've never had a letter
I really wanted
It might come one day
But then, it will be just too late,
And that's when I don't want it.
  Aug 2014 thinklef
Kenshō
-silhouettes of forest dance in moon light
chitter-chatter of the trees keeps me roused-
-winds washing foliage with aimless intent
fury from above cracks & rips open the skies-
-a blink is stolen by a flicker and flash


liquid life is released-
for u
  Aug 2014 thinklef
David
Her eyes remind me of a sunrise,
They're both beautiful,
But if I had choice to choose which one to see every morning,
For the rest of my life,
Her eyes would beat a sunrise any day.
  Aug 2014 thinklef
stargirl
if i were held captive in a room
with anything i have ever loved,
and was told that i
had to pick one thing,
and one thing only,
to pour every ounce of my love into,
i'd choose you.

over
and
over
and
over
again.
  Aug 2014 thinklef
txr
I see the tears in her eyes
The bruises on her skin
I can hear her cries
The pain she is in

I see the marks that form
That she tries to keep out of sight
Wearing her jackets when its warm
And her shades at night

I see the lies she tells
Her secrets she hide
Saying that she fell
That she never cried

I see the beauty in her eyes
I see how everyday abit of her soul dies
I see a beautiful black butterfly
And I know why she cries
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