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 Dec 2015 PoETE Poet-Pete
Ja
SHOW ME
 Dec 2015 PoETE Poet-Pete
Ja
Show me a man, that won’t lie to me
I’ll show you a man, which I’d rather be
Show me a man, that won’t lie to her
I’ll show you a man, which women prefer
Show me a woman, who can be my friend
I’ll take that woman, to love till the end
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Show me a man, that can be my pal
I'll trade him in, for a good looking gal
I love the light breeze of the upcoming winter
Burrowing itself inside my sweater like a small splinter
I watch the sun gently rise
Painting a mirrol of pink and orange
In the sky
It brings my stress to ammend
Hoping the gorgeous day won't end
First the rocks we were standing on
Became pebbles in our shoes
And with our leap of faith
Came a pile of mindless fools

It's time to redefine
The point in which
We've crossed the line...

In the absence of knowledge
Our ignorance takes the stage
One-sided points of view
Fear camouflaged by rage

I claim no label
No member or team
I gather my thoughts
From in between

As the furtherance of humanity
Spit sputters and pause
On the information highway
Let us further our cause...
Traveler Tim
re to 03-18
The only insecure I have is a great mass in a mean, but I'll never let you see that again; You bring out the insecure of me.
I do not authorize the duplications of my writing photography or personal information
I could waist my life on sadness but what's the point in that.
I do not authorize the duplications of my writings photography or personal information
There are things of me that you will never know; Things I will never tell.

You can try interrogation but I won't let it go; means of, I'm not well.
I do not authorize the duplications of my writings photography or personal information
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silent
falls
she
to
the
ground

­on
the
roof
a
muted
sound

female

in
the
Spanish
"she"

nourishing
bot­h
flower
and
tree

quietly
marking
all
the
years

down
maiden
che­eks
come
soothing
tears

suddenly
the
sun
bursts
through

brillia­nt
on
the
leaves
as
dew

dripping
down

her

last

tra la


beautiful

magical
*
*
*

lluvia



SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/4/2015


Pronounced YOO-vee-ya
in Spanish
a constant source
of inspiration

I LOVE THE RAIN!!!
 Dec 2015 PoETE Poet-Pete
Rj
If we were all pieces of cloth
And our ****** purity was represented
Some peoples would be stained,
Others maybe even torn,
But my cloth would be pretty clean
And that's okay too
I'm not attacking anyone whose engaged in ****** acts. I'm just thinking that people always look down or belittle the people who haven't done those things. But you know what? It's not a bad thing
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