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Micheal Wolf  Nov 2012
Marie A
Micheal Wolf Nov 2012
The most confusing sound I never heard.
Marie A.
A confusing pronunciation in a combined word.
Marie A
Marie A ive never met a Marie A !
But suddenly the world would never neither same again.
Marie A say it loud and they think your crazy say it quiet and they think your raving.
Marie A just who the in the hell is..
Marie A
An invisible voice in a crazy world
Marie A
As mad as a child in a sweetie fair
Marie A Marie A Marie AAAAAAA
A play on words for a happy soul
jeffrey robin Apr 2013
they call em
..
CONSPIRACY FREAKS! !! ! !!
(Yaaa!!!aaaaaaa!!)
------
Okay
.
Everything's goin
To hell in a hand basket
ON ITS OWN!!
--
Or
--
Someone's helpin it along !
---

WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE ?!!!!!!
---
(None
It you got no intention of tryin
To do
Something about it
--
A lot
If you do)
----
OF COURSE SOMEONE'S
HELPING IT ALONG!
.
(PROFITING---
So to speak)
--
of course they are
.
Or
-
We would already be correcting things
WOULDN'T WE?!
-
of course we would
---
So
Let us endeavor to put aside
All pettiness
And
Trivial things
--
Like as has been said before

WHEN THE SHIP SINKS
(and it shall sink)

It'll
Only be us
On the
Deep blue sea!
---

See ya there
See ya then
.
Perhaps we should start seein
Now
The Nameless  Nov 2016
Descent
The Nameless Nov 2016
I think, I think, I think therefore I think I am
Mechanical little workings, I tick I am I think,
But there are no certainties in thought, that's why it's
ff*     uu       nnnnn         nnnny,
   ff       nnn           nnnn                        honeyyyyyyy     yyyy         yyyyy
                                                       ­                                 yy           yyy
She asked if I found Jesus, but he's laughing
Ha      hhh                                          ­                                  ha
     ha           aaaaaaa                                                         ha              haa
'Cause he just wanted directions out of the tomb,          *Ha

He don't have Alzheimer's or nothin,'             HA
He was just trying to find himself.                                                    ha­

My pockets are heavy, heavy, heavenly heavy
With prayer stones and dog bones
And secrets that tick,tick, tick therefore am
Am, am am amamaMAMAMA
                                                   ­    M
  I                           ?                           A                             am
         Who am                            M                           who am              I
                                             ­           A               *I

       ?                                            M
            ­                    Who                  A               am I

Wailing like a helpless baby                                                 WANTS
That at least knows what it wants.                wants
What do you                               YOU
you           what                                        you            ­                        wants
    WANT           do                     you                   wants      YOU
  you         what do you                               YOU         wants  you
               **want?
Not really a poem, just a tiny excerpt from my thought catalog where my mind is allowed to get lost.

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