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Sweet Yiddish whispers in my black and white slippers
Delving into daydreams of dark and desperate days
Spilling turpentine on tiles tearing me away for miles
Feeling frantic flutters in the back of my brain
Bearing backlot benches bordering the land of Spain
Roses rowing to Roman seas that no one sees
Leering lullabies of lackadaisical lovers, known to never fly
I like the way this one sounds
Michael Parish Oct 2013
The rags to riches,
You know what's burried in the face,
The waiters ambitious nature,
A cooks heratige,
My friends are millionaires.
One day ill listen and
Learn about the secret
lives.  
The rags to riches,
One day the cook will
want me to know,
and so will the waiter,
I always wanted a......
Do you think I can......
I know.......
One day my friends will open up
like a embarrased oyster.  

What ever feels akward for week.
Goes away like a bad haircut.
I hope the bad hair cut never grows out.
Every face is bare and naked,
Tender eneouph to give kisses
the kisses that are couageous.
Ill never forget the times outside
my friends and I spent smuthering
eachother in lipstick.  Thats what friends do
Friends kiss eachother when the days are helpless.
Tell me more about being a rapper.
Tell me more about your resturant.
Tell me more about being a laywer.
Ill kiss you and say the dreams never leave.
Ill kiss them all and say the dreams never leave.
Poetic T Feb 2016
I wish for my life to have meaning
For my life to carry on,
I want to live, to be immortal.

Not in life but when I'm gone.

I want the breeze of my life to live
Past a moment when I am still.

But my memory my heratige stands
The test of time even though I'm no
Longer here, I drift on the breeze
Of time where my actions live on.
Vierra Sep 2017
On a tiny Little Rock, in the middle of the sea,
It was fashioned to me,
The answers I seek,
Will forever be
Within me.
My dreams shall reveal
My reverie,
Oh rock in the middle of the sea,
Why you have done this to me,
And explained my fantasy to me, intimately.
For it is I, the wave rider, that is in need,
Of a adrenaline shot of the greatest capacity,
To fulfill my heratige in the middle of the sea.
Pacific Ocean of my mind.

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