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The Story Of Shoestring Jeb

This is the story of Shoestring Jeb
Everyone said he had a hard head
Jeb was a fighter, one of the best around
Till one day it was that Jeb hit the ground

Jeb had never lost a fight
He was known as being as fast as light
Jeb was a hero in my part of town
Known as the greatest fighter around

For sure now, it was surprise to see
Who Jeb lost to and buckeled his knees
No one would ever think it could be
That Jeb would fall to little Sally Marie

Sally Marie was a bitty little thing
But she used her size to bring down Shoestring
No flurry of punches to knock out his teeth
She blew him kisses and said he was sweet

Jeb was beaten by a punch never seen
No more fighting at the request of Sally Marie
Jeb lost that last fight but some say that he won
Sally Marie took him out with a punch of true love


Carl Joseph Roberts.

I see a sequel in the future. The continueing life of Shoestring Jeb...lol
A break from my usual heart felt, past, teach a lesson, make you cry, laugh and think poems. This one is just a made up fun one to try something different.
 Jul 2013 Izzy Stoner
December
My eyes are dead
But you can't see that
For they are misted
By the things you wish to see
By the things others wish to see

I understand now, how insomnia plays its tricks
******* the life out of my eyes
Drained
Leaving only hollow sockets of nothingness

My eyes are dead
For they don't even have the strength to force out tears anymore
Reddened
And perhaps
All that they're strong enough for right now
Is to pretend they're still alive

My eyes are dead
And you couldn't see that
But maybe
Just maybe
The pools of shadow resting under them
Gave it away
 Jul 2013 Izzy Stoner
Ugo
Skyscrapers and mango trees wearing boxer briefs.

The tantalizing wind blows caressing paperclips and mortuary signs—
turning them indigo red for we all know that dead bodies are nothing but dead.

Hymns of love and soliloquies of the unconscious ego—
Id of our time but men of the past be our hero.
Leaving to wonder, if king Nebuchadnezzar was a crack-feign
would Coca Cola still educate penguins on the importance of Lesbian Existence?

For in this war of life, cockroaches are the real winners,
and the taste of excellence is only reserved for fire extinguishers —

so if nuclear clouds persist,
let the fire burn with love and you lay on the bed of oblivion
cuddling the moral that capitalism leads to schizophrenia.

So insure your sanity for free 99, this, with warm regards from yours truly,

                                                               ­              Rhizome of Golgotha.
 Jul 2013 Izzy Stoner
Ugo
In the burning right hand of the bald city,
denizens frame calories and count instagram blessings
while beacons of hope refund inspiration in USADA *** cups.

Abyssinian maids wail over yesterday lovers
who wore Ginsberg’s skirt with less  pizzazz
and watched bedbugs **** blood off knee caps
wondering, what if Jesus Christ drove a Nissan?

As bullets of paragraphs fall Vietnamese pesticides on my head,
The dusts off my breath sing homilies
With letters of broken leather whiskey,
For even in the most dishonest jest,
clandestine toothbrushes are overrated
and every first false lie is the only truth.
 Jul 2013 Izzy Stoner
augustine
I'm jealous of the moon,
because it outlines your thin, tall silhouette
while i'm smoking a cigarette.
It makes your dark eyes shine,
when our legs are entwined.
It knows what's on your mind
because it watches you while you write.
In the middle of the night,
while your laying by my side.
The moon can touch all of you at once
just as good as i at rising goosebumps.
You'll stare at it for hours,
outside my window,
while i'm holding you in our shower.
It's as mysterious and captivating as i,
i see it in your eyes.
Don't lie.
It knows your smile is shy,
as i'm trapped by your thighs,
distracted my your shinning eyes.
Your a moon child, and so am i.
Because it knows your darkest lies,
it the middle of the night.
I'm jealous of the moon,
because,
it knows you just as well as i do.
 Jul 2013 Izzy Stoner
augustine
She smelled like vanilla in the winter.
Smelt like flowers in the spring.
Smelt like nectarines in the summer.
Smelled in the fall like wind.
You knew all this because you loved her through it all.
Your thoughts are diluted
By the most beautiful of clouds
And I swear to god I feel your soul
And admit I am proud
When I say the words I love you
I'm honest and I'm sure
You have a heart like uncut flesh
So kind
So pure,
Tainted
And unsure.
A clouded sky endures harsh rain
Where flowers soon will flourish
In the garden of your mind waves
My heart you seem to nourish.
Sky parted and water fell through
It occurred to me slowly as most things do
In my short life all I desire
Is your heart, the sea and fire.
 Jul 2013 Izzy Stoner
Tintin
Dear Children of overwhelming love:

Breathers of Breaths

Thinkers of Thoughts

Dreamers of Dreams



You're on the edge about to fall

It's a selfish place we call home

No one cares to see your tears

In your pain, you walk alone



Heavily laden with dreadful burdens

Will there ever be respite?

Or someone to carry your yoke

Impossible in the darkest of nights


Pull your hair to feel fresh pain

Go to sleep and never awake

If only your mind knew these thoughts

Put a precious life at stake


You run, you run though your body aches

No escape though you scream

In your mind; the only possible end

Or so it would seem...


Your broken hearts break hearts

Surely you know this to be true

Don't become just a number

When there are great plans and dreams for you



They may be clouded, they may be lost

But if you search you will find

Strongest of fighters, Pioneers

Most beautiful soul and mind



So children of overwhelming love please:



Love to Breathe

Love to Think

Love to Dream

And Love to Live
Taking it slow
was never really your specialty.
First date, you showed up late
hurried up and grabbed my hand,
had me kissing you within a second.
You always wanted to do
what was next, what was coming
you didn't like waiting, stalling, playing it safe
you were reckless, restless
had me loving you within a week.

People called us *****,
and I mean
I guess we were a little *****,
but I just like to turn out the lights
and explore with you.
People called us stupid,
and I mean
I guess we were a little stupid,
but I just like to make things interesting
keep things young like we're supposed to be.

People didn't really get it,
they were criticizing somethin'
they didn't understand.
We were just crazy about each other,
and didn't want to waste any time.
We were seventeen,
just trying to stay "young, wild, and free."
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