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 Dec 2012 Dennis Meeker
Jennifer
Boiling Boiling
My blood is angry
Boiling Boiling
My teeth grit
Boiling Boiling
My heart shaking
Boiling Boiling
My feelings awaken
Boiling BOILING
**Burnt
I'll put it together
like a club to a heart
or a ***** to a diamond
Like 52
I'm rare on earth,
in the universe
I'm a giant.
Like platinum
Im shinin'
cause I comprehend
science.
So ninja just jump back cause I sleep with
lions.
There is only one like highlander
On my own
lycan islander.
Bleeding through paper
like a *****,
err..
She's sounding like a siren.
When she sleep I sit in silence.
Picture that
Her face is priceless.
like kodak
Timmy boy liked this
9 hours ago
I was @
the sto'
96 ounces for 5 bucks?
scientist is out
the do'
Casper the friendly. Pointless rhymes but it sounds nice in my head
© December 17th, 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
Wait what?....mind ninja!
                                                  You speak to me subliminally
with words
and imagery

                                                    Your views pushed unto me

Tricky Jedi

tickling my synapses


                                              The darker arts were never my cup of tea

no player your not fooling me
Every time she rocked the boat,
              he was firm like a rock,
                       then, what left to do was
                                        gently rocking  her to sleep.
We had nothing

Except my camera

And my fear of heights

But the happiness in the air

Was almost permeable
:)
To have questions is a blessing
To have no answers is a curse
like a song without music
or a verse
No beat to bob your head
just silence in your headphones
louder than a gospel chorus
Breathing won't cool your porridge
per se
Looming thoughts are howls in the forest
Not day
And your a long way
from home
Hello, Hi, Shalom
barely phase the surface as you roam
inside your mind's cage.
Can't turn the page
cause the book is glued together.
Like feathers
Confidence falls from the sky
as you drip-dry
fresh from a sea of doubts.
You can build a house
with hay
but hey, bricks can be thrown
when the wolves are at bay.
Part 8 of the Kutisha series: Mashaka
© December 16th, 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
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