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 Feb 2014 Trader Tim
KA
Clinging
 Feb 2014 Trader Tim
KA
Clinging the defense rattles
the high and mighty come out
you the mighty
you the arrogant
you the suckling infant
my my how we can change
the very human jump
to separate and be all that
the scramble to make one happy
look down on the low
you are but low
not wanting to know
how smart are you ?
arrogant one
do we need a reminder?

we are fools to think we are more
more than a speck
more than a wisp
clinging to the rocks
the mirage of safety
spitting up on ourselves
the lies

let yourself go into life
the truth
let go of the safety net
be honest to yourselves
you the small can lift up
cling no more my friends
lift past the safety of arrogance
of narcissism and self dilusion

you are better than that
be you
be one
be true


KT Feb 22, 2014
**** **** Bang Bang
I'm a soldier without a rang

**** **** Bang Bang
I don't even have a gang

**** **** Bang Bang
I'll have to catch the new slang

**** **** Bang Bang
Am I ever gonna get the hang

**** **** Bang Bang
I have to find my yin-yang

**** **** Bang Bang
Why am I going mad?

**** **** Bang Bang
Why am I feeling bad?

**** **** Bang Bang
I don't want my feathers shed

**** **** Bang Bang
I have told I have said

**** **** Bang Bang
I'm alive but she is dead
Copyright Afrodita Nestor
 Feb 2014 Trader Tim
M
maybe I should be a nun
or date that boy in orchestra
or adopt more cats
because anything would be better than
spending my free time learning love songs on guitar
so i can melt your heart if need be
and constantly dreaming about you
and being crushed every waking minute.
Rhymes

And the rhyme says,
all the long haired rhyming people, must go,
so I put on a short wig,
and went in to ask why.
I'm a fine young rhymer,
please let me show.
Took off my wig,
and asked him to give me a try.
Rhymes, rhymes, everywhere rhymes,
filling up the pages,
blowing all your minds.
And the rhyme says,
anyone caught not rhyming,
will be shot on sight,
I jumped the fence and gave a yell,
hey, I know how to rhyme right.
Non rhymers won't let mother nature in,
they say not to rhyme is considered a sin.
Rhymes, rhymes, everywhere rhymes,
filling up the pages,
blowing all your minds.
Hey man mister, can you read,
my rhymes are all that you'll ever need.
Must have a paper and pen to rhyme,
watch me write as I enter my prime.
I don't need a membership card,
my rhymes will keep you on guard.
And the rhyme says,
everyone down here is welcome to stay,
but when Lucifer passed the plate,
I had no money to pay.
So I got my own pen and paper,
and made up my own little rhyme,
So I decided to sell my soul,
the Devil will make me feel fine.
Rhymes, rhymes, everywhere rhymes,
filling up the pages,
blowing all your minds.
Sorry for you, but I'm out of time,
do this, do that, cant you read the rhyme.
?
You showed me the way
"out"; I showed you the way 'in':
when we came (!), we left.
When I think about you
it makes me so sad
because you'll never believe in me
you just want me to feel bad
and you'll never
see me cry
because I'll wear a brave face
to hide the tears in my eyes
and you'll never
see me smile
because the truth is
I havn't done that in a while
I gave you something special to me
and now my minds torn apart
because you're not here
to return my heart...
 Feb 2014 Trader Tim
Olivia Kent
Swept up in a sea of nets, discarded, flapping, drowning in air.
Waiting to be landed, dashed upon the dock, waiting to be dressed and dished, fed up, on the menu to fill the mouths of men.
Makes me think before I eat, how it must feel, to be a captured fish.
I don't know how long it takes them to expire.
Think it must must dreadful, to be a fish, captured in a trawlers net.
With thousands of wriggling soul mates, and perhaps the cod father too, not many left, only a few.
Morals aside, I'm afraid, I love their taste.
(C) LIVVI
A profound Saturday morning!
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