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Dec 2014 · 260
Inspire
Emanuel Dec 2014
The world is made of each of us
And us each we have a special touch
There ain't no need for gamblers luck
We have it all, it's not as rough
As we once thought it was.
So let go of fear
And let in all the love!
copyright to no one, share the love!
Dec 2014 · 563
The Boy and the Guard
Emanuel Dec 2014
In the elegance of eternal palaces
The draping diamond-emerald web
It holds attention with a lustful stare
Glittering boldly shining glare.
"Who goes there?"
The guard holds firm
"It is I, the boy who--"
"Nevermind who you are,
Begone and make it far!
This palace is ruled by the one
The only, mighty Jaffar."
Dismayed but not distraught
The boy he did leave
Understanding full-well the guard had his duty.
He turned and departed
(Before doing so he farted)
And set pace for a land known as Oz.
It was there he would find
A miraculous dime
Known by all as the Queen of good times
"Queen you must come,
Come quick we must run
By the fate of all that is true!"
"Young boy who are you
Can't you see I'm busy too!"
The boy bit his lip
He had to think quick
"I know of a man
This man's seen it all
And to this day he stands tall
On his claim that nothing can move him!"
Unsure of the claim and aware of her fame
The Queen of good times was enlisted.
"This man he's no match
I'm made of heart-attacks,
Lust and desire, my holy empire,
Watch me reduce him to rubble!"
This guard was in trouble
As they walked on the double
To his post where he stood tall and strong
"Alas what is this?
It appears a boy and his mother!
Step aside pesky swine, I haven't but the time
To tolerate a boy and his ***** of a mother!"
Why the queen, she undressed and the man was impressed
This bought the boy just enough time.
The boy made it in and jumped in for a swim
The prince had made it back for tea time.
http://www.shootpoetry.com/submissions/the-boy-and-the-guard
Dec 2014 · 660
White Butterfly
Emanuel Dec 2014
Separateness is a lie. We never die. You can lie in the sky. The pizza is a pie. The horse is the guy. Rangers are spies. Children are flies. Telephones tell lies. There is no surprise. There's truth in demise. A house cannot fly. Our home is alive.
http://www.shootpoetry.com/bloggy/august-3rd-2014-the-white-butterfly

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