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Vince Paige Apr 2013
give and keep on giving
live but never living
to have suffered
and for others
to use that as
a reason to
keep on suffering

play and keep on playing
say but never saying
to have argued
use today's words
tomorrow to
keep on arguing

lie and keep on lying
cry but never crying
to have waited
for that someone
for that anyone
but tonight i
keep on waiting
it is what it is.
Vince Paige Nov 2012
if you have dreams like me

you dream of running. you dream of being pursued. you run down paths created by flights and fancy. you hide in holes deep and dark. you can't run. you can't hide.

the creature that pursues you has an indomitable will and is fueled with a indeplenishable store of energy. it doesn't know fear. it doesn't show weakness. it doesn't tire.

it is knowable intellect against unknowable power. there is no winning.

when i wake, i know the runner is where i am. the pursuer is where i want to be.

i am fearful of the future and energized by the possibilities.

if you don't have dreams like me...

i am sorry.
i woke from a dream of being pursued with this thought on my mind.
Vince Paige Oct 2012
i reached my limit and pushed it
to the edge and walked it
down to the river and drowned it

i found my noodle and baked it
in a *** and strained it
down in the toilet and lost it

you spoke my placement and meant it
to the word and said it
down to the bottom and killed it
Vince Paige Oct 2010
Rhymes sweetly, but can me a
***** my finger won't I still bleed.
Times toughen, and kick me in my
As trees grow, life will reseed.

Walks manly, and scratches my
Ball's in your court, bounce my way.
Talks fanning flames, I don't give a
Dam for beavers, I shall not stray.

Words come faster, so call me a
******* looking for his father
Figure me out in your secret mind
****, get out, look for another.
omegadrax 2010.
Vince Paige Jun 2010
jason mraz
is not jazz
he is just a boy
with a toy
with a voice
but not my choice
i remember
i savor
the flavor
of the past
i am growing
old
let me sleep
silence
not a peep
enough
growing old hasn't nothing to do with age
but with the changing of the ages
Vince Paige Jun 2010
as i began to write,
i said to myself
"self...
don't write any
******* poems."

like trying not
to think of a
pink cow
once it is spoken aloud,

a ******* poem
sprang to mind.

i am sorry.

my muse
is a bovine
heavy with dung.
11:41 pm 6/21/2010

who needs an enema?
Vince Paige Jun 2010
forgive me.
as you walked by,
i took a quick
peek at your ***.
when you noticed
out of the corner
of your eye.
you turned as if
to say something.
when you did, i
couldn't help but stare
at you *******.
so nice and round.
you could see the
desire in my eyes.
you smiled.
you liked the attention.
i will see you tomorrow.
same time, same place.
a different tight skirt.
a different revealing shirt.
the same need for attention.
the same urge to give it.
10:16 AM 8/6/04

sometimes attention given is attention deserved
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