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See the king in his cardboard castle
beneath his bridge of broken dreams
by the river of remorsefulness
that like the voices nightly screams
There's a beer can full of memories
and a burger full of death
and the things he thought he'd ougth to say
dangling from his breath
theirs stains upon his royal garb
that show just where he's been
and an emptiness within his eyes
that hide the things he's seen
his queen lies in her carriage
amongst her treasure so
and he wheels her round the city
when the lamp lights softly glow
Nobody ever sees them
nobody even cares
for the royals in their boxes
watching operas without airs
spare them not a second thought
as if you even would
for they have found each other
and a palace by the wood
they care not if you see them
as their lives a faery tale
in their kingdom made of cardboard
eating pizza three days stale
From a line by angelofprofanity from their poem In this world their permission sought and granted thanks Angel.
My
Heartbreak is
Tears down my fair cheeks
They keep on dripping
And falling
Down

*~Marian~
Haha I invented my own style…Viola 1,3,5,5,3,1 ~<3
 Jun 2013 Moonlight Blossom
Chuck
Strange times are surrounding us
The baby bird is eating its mother
The rain ascends and fog descends
Strange times are surrounding us
Superfluous confusion dissolves concrete
Medicine sickens the the terminally ill
Strange times are surrounding us
The ambulance mutilates the patient
The moon obliterates the unsuspecting sun
Strange times are surrounding us
There's a poet here you may have missed
go check her out I must insist
encourage her as you all did me
and welcome her into our family.


:)
I just feel that as a family we should welcome newcomers with open arms.
My dog told me
in his sleep
  he invented the telephone
and walked on the moon ...

I just nodded
and walked away

cause
it's better

to let
sleeping dogs lie.


:p
After reading RR Richardsons poems about his dog Daisy
Pheonix grows wings
borne up
upon the scent of coffee bean
trailing heat
born fresh
from rising steam
her beauty
captured
in half open eyes
as morning
calls her
once more arise
Coffee and kisses the only things mornings should be full of
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