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 Dec 2012 Olivia Pierce
Brycical
Mind body lump
sushi tastes people
blanket's warm sausage
loopy plaid pants
mimosa fueled mathematics
map making pancakes
waffles don't know ****!
Add chicken and enjoy.
Dance like a coked up Napoleon
ecstatic to heard Vincent Price reading Poe
while Moby **** writes rhymes opined to killer wale
princes and lords.
Service the dinosaur's automobile
when you get a chance
don't dance on like a midnight acid FLOWER
power of the hour scours the loud crowd
to life after death.
and even then, a sweaty barracuda knows judo.
It's a bit funny
But on doomsday I found
No fear or tears shed by me
Somehow on the day of doom
I only found love and happiness
My best friend wasn't a loss
When he lost that title
In fact it was a gain,
And he exchanged for a new one
Fingers intertwining
Sitting close and talking
My incessantly icy fingers
Warmed by your touch
My smiles always flow easier
And more readily around you
I either talk too much or too little
But with you it seems fine
I wouldn't change much about
My doomsday
It was pretty **** near perfect
On my doomsday I found hope
What did you find?
For Gary
 Dec 2012 Olivia Pierce
Brycical
We are soldiers*
of love--
all Generals in The Army of Party.
We are militants
of truth,
harbingers of peace.
We shoot
with our smiles--
spraying warm words
that feel like ****** knowledge bombs
staining your heart & brain.
We don't
leave craters & burn marks.
We're creators
of learning from the heart--
seeing with the mind.
We don't believe
in hate or love--
just vibrating to a frequency
of one conscious thought.
We don't judge
what's right or wrong--
we sing the songs of common sense.
We bring the gift
of shifting attitudes
just by listening to you.
We will always
live on despite dying everyday.
We see time
not as a line, but a rotating sphere.
We don't fight,
just accept, adapt & be.
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