Samples Of Colors Collect In The Sky,
Returning The Hues To This World Of Grey,
Though There May Be Plenty Of Tears To Cry,
The Bravest Souls Are Still Willing To Stray,
They Are Roaming Caked In Soot From Fire,
A Fire Which Wishes To **** Passion,
But No Ember Can **** Their Desire,
Though Their Solem Faces Have Turned Ashen,
And Though Their Vision Has Turned Black From Smoke,
They Still Trudge Over The Hot Coals Of Fate,
And Though They May Be Cold, Hungry, And Broke,
Their Hearts Will Thrive Until They See Gold Gates

No Amount Of Pain Can Crush The Spirit,
No Matter How Many Of Us Fear It

Words and words
Words and words.
I love to see these words and words.

But I gotta say,
don't mean to be rude...
Stop ******* and moaning
and get over the dude.

Words and words
Pages of words.
I can't dispute these souls, these words.

But when more often than not
(and this happens a lot)
the girls are tweeting
a #lovesickthought

I love these words
and I'd hate to be a ****...

(That was a lie, it was said with a smirk)

but I think I'll have to start avoiding
these tweeny love poems... they're ******* annoying.




-A personal note from Joshua

Do you miss me wanna kiss me
do you wanna steal my breath
wanna hold me soft enfold me
share with me a little death
wanna feel me try to heal me
as the darkness takes ahold
wanna bathe me try to save me
with your kisses chains corrode
wanna claim me wanna name me
as your nails carve in my bark
wanna know me wanna show me
all your beauty after dark
wanna chance it then enhance it
Take a bite and ******* ache
wanna own me now you've shown me
that my heart you'll never break
wanna keep me and sleep with me
want to awake within my arms
wanna aid me and to shade me
beneath your loving palms
wanna momment wanna life time
want what ever I can give
wanna be mine wanna share time
want to wake and at last live.

Zombie Zombie
Can't you see?
What those pills
Have done to me?

Do you know?
Does it show?
Who I am
You do not know.

I am you.

Remember when
You laughed and Sang?
When sounds of poetry
Did ring?
Forever in your mind?

Zombie put away your drool
Find a mind
To be your tool.
Get a grip and GO!

Zombie Zombie
Where's your art?
Remember when
You worked so hard?
To make sure it was good?

Zombie Zombie
In your haze
Please wake from your
drugged out daze,
I'm waiting here
For you.

Though You Grow ****** Hair--You Are No Man,
And Though You Can Stand Tall,
You Are Still Just A Boy,
Your Mind Is A Book With A Lexicon Too Simple,
A Plot Too Predictable--A Resolution Too Unethical,
And I No Longer Want Magic Tree House Books,
I Do Not Want A Picture Book,
If The Pictures Are Not Of Natural Marvels,
I Do Not Want A Bubble Gum Chewing,
Bubble Blowing, "Coodie" Crazy Monstrosity,
And I Do Not Want A Boy If All They Want Is My Body,
Too Many Guys Are Boys But Believe They Are Men,
Girls And Women Too--Believe Me,
*Just Grow Up Already

I've fallen for you
so often
my knees are
calloused.

When again in Joyous MAE
where Weeping willows bow and sway
and Martin swoops from hollowed eave
to where Victoria bids us leave
down railway track by home bound Duck
and motion sickness makes us Chuck
smelling salts from moonlight blossoms
as Marian asks what's a possum
Hilda and Tim try to explain
as Bala steps onto this train
he greets with smiles sweet Linda there
as Edward offers him a chair
Thoughts Forgotten as we chill
my Dry Sapphire Gin I knock and spill
cussing Profanity too loud
I shock so many of this crowd
Sammi Sweetie red of face
covers the ears of Madison Grace
Jerelii turns to poor Prabhu
and asks him soft what can we do
Frederick hands to her a tissue
and Vijay says good luck I wish you
Rena Em and poor old Quentin
have not returned when they were sent in
offering advice and gentle aide
and Lee and Jimmy knelt and prayed
Harlow ran and Blackmire followed
both too afraid their courage swallowed
Floaters pointed to Anon C
and said aloud you come with me
Something we knew was ours has gone
but look his Sisters just got on
So Daytonight spoke I'll cuff his ears
to stop him swearing now my dears
Embers knew shed blow her top
so quickly Rose and said ... My stop

remember darling,
that you will never
be able to taste the salt of the sea
or smell the flowers in the garden
or feel the worn pages of the books
or hold the hand of the one you love
when you are busy hiding under the blankets
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