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Jordan Hudson Oct 2018
These moments are finally here
They are approaching and are getting near
There is only one deadline caused by some signed
Documents that can prove that it's mine
These days have approached but aren't coached
So they may be spread out and down the road
But I'll sit and wait in the dark as The Stargazer waits
I have priorities but I can't keep my head straight
The sitting back and having no control is what I hate
It is one more step up in life
But being held back from it makes me cry inside
I have absolutely no say
As to the day that I jump on the highway
Anticipation takes over and creeps outside
And out it goes into other people's lives
Can't hold back what is bringing me down
The fact that what I want isn't allowed
Just to drive at the time that I write this
Let them know everything that they've missed
I got a Scion TC but at the time I wrote this I can't drive it until I have my licence.
eleanor prince Aug 2018
fireball burst
searing
probity

clenched coil
bleeds purple
rabid rage

fists itch
sue for
strike

temple warden
glares strained
calls culled

rampant riot
bristles broken
fervid

all exits
blocked tight
stifled screams

fade as winds
of sense
take command
the interplay of internal forces as one grapples with strong emotions like rage
Pagan Paul May 2017
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Woe is me!
Oh! Woe is me!

No longer can I create art
No longer can I pen stanza's
No longer can I rhyme couplets
No longer can I compose beauty

Because they won't let me
They won't let me

Not until
I get
a
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Poetic Licence





© Pagan Paul (01/09/16)
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another oldy :) or maybe oddity :)
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Rob Sandman Jun 2016
text= Jay/Sonic Philtre * Text = Mr Sandman
TYRANT
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I was born Temujin. It means blacksmith.
I entered the world with a blood clot gripped in my fist.
A sign. Destined to rule. More than mortal man.
I'll unite the tribes as Genghis Khan.
Nomadic tribes. Erratic fractured divides.
Now ride aligned at my side.
The Mongol Horde pours onward.
Behold. The flail of God. All fall. Conquered.  
Homicidal persuasions. Genocidal invasions.
I'm destroyin the nations. All brought to heel.
Crushed. At my will.
Millions killed under hoof and bow and steel.  
Now feel the wrath of Khan. And bend knee.
My name echoes.....Through the centuries.
Infamy preceding me. History remembers me.

Cos I'm a tyrant.


Not born to the throne,I was borne to the Throne,
uncle claimed me as his own,thus my dynasty was born,
a ruthless cut throat,poisonous child,raised in glory,til I ran wild,
my Legions spread round the world like lesions,
my Army needs Levies,**** the rest take the young sons,
join my centuries, echo through the centuries,
Demonic on the Throne,of course they'll remember me!
Praetorian Guard stand hard at my side,
as I flaunt the power of an empire spread wide,
Crushed Britanicus force beneath my sandalled heel,
never before, or since has such power been wielded,
by a frenzied Madman,don't kiss my seal,
it's a ring of death,I giggle at your last breath,
love my horses more than you fools and I'll prove it!,
bread and circuses to palliate the masses,
burn christ lovers alive-now hide your Masses!

My own mother crossed me-I kissed her dead lips,
who's next to die,Throne room is an Apocaplypse!,
spinning out of control,Watched Rome burn,and laughed,
didn't fiddle I was wrappin hot griddles round the lower class,
smell of burning flesh my favourite aphrodisiac,
Bound Aphrodite in human form and ripped flesh from her back,
24and I married my own sister Drusilla,and then killed her,
sinking deeper in insanity Depravity my filter ,
my own advisers avoid my eyes,
knowing that a single twitch could mean they're next to die,
meanwhile I conquer more of earth,am I truly born of earth?,
I think not,Godhood will be my next re-birth,
these filthy savages believe in totems,let them eat dirt,
when I unleash hell from catapults of fire that wreak grim work,
Roma Victor is the cry as they die in a hellish death dance,
The Legacy that will live forever after me the Godhood Tyrant.
Me and Jay EC in effect bringing the Tyrants of the past into view so we can Scrutinise the ones to come...
Revolutions are called that cause they just keep on rollin' around again.
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Feel so strong  about
These TV soaps
Especially Emmerdale showing a brutal kicking on tonight's episode.
7pm. Even though it warned you.
That's not the point.
TV is a shocking bad influence.
On TV s generation.
Bang all soaps
And any TV violence.
In programmes ..
Eliminate the lot ..
Licence

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