#clause
On the ground
I
Beat
My
Fists
****** mud cakes on cold, numb hands as i beat my grief-stricken syncopation. Howling wails deep from pain I've not felt tare out my mouth with convulsing sobs and the memories of things not yet done play havoc on my already streched thin mind.
I plead, but mercy is not a currency traded in this sorrow laden mire.
After my time in eternity, i rise to my feet knowing that my time has come and to meet with destiny, the meeting is at 8.
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 4:17 PM UTC
Santa Clause, I still believe in you
I know where your power is
It’s the love of children
Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 11:31 PM UTC
On the benches where grandpas watch strollers at
re-musement parks, where the oldays
come alive, conversations take on an old Wednesday
at the barber shop atmosphere,
circa Happy Days, right after ...
There could be sumthin' t'them stories,
the ones the good guys win,
some how
the
good guys win, not in the appliance business,
but
markets saturate, you know, need a gimmick,
need a hook,
eh, the c'mon, try-days, when umph was push,
come to shove and tear and take,
the puppy dog close...
what should only be given, fool.
is nothing sacred? Sweet persuasion
**** From a fifties Tom Hanks recollection of commonalities,
awe, look, Ken Burn's still of all
I think I saw now
that
I remember, I was near there, maybe a hundred miles away.
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 5:28 PM UTC
Roses Are Red
Violets Are Blue
Are you a monkey?
Cause you smell like Santa Clause
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 4:01 PM UTC
Extrovert,
Sees Green light at every turn
No, use of break
Introvert,
Sees Red light on every turn
Frequent, use of clause
Ambivert,
Sees Yellow light most often
Controlled release, actions
No one stays
Either pure pessimist, or
Pure optimist their whole life
Through,
As, traffic lights
Intertwine
Every Journey needs,
Clause,
Break
Accelerators,
To make the ride smooth.
That’s why it is,
There, in use.
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC
I tried to be,
“AND”,
What connects.
She choose to be
“BUT”,
What clauses.
Then,
Nothing mattered.
In unison
We pointed destiny,
A Scapegoat.
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 1:34 PM UTC
they took my hidey-hole
the ******* ********
rolling up bass
thumpin to the groove
of a blunt rap.
h'rghroth's testament
to summer tours
and turnin up till four.
the land I love
the most
(....well,
maybe not quite that,
but something.)
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC
The likes of you I can't describe,
Yet I love to eat between your thighs.
The melody you spake to me
Unfolds my greatest sovereignty.
I crave to quaff all of your spit,
And swallow every drop of it.
Don't cheat me of your tasty flesh,
Those bare and supple ****** *******
Your eyes that follow my firm gaze,
While we kiss and lick and misbehave.
I need to feel each piece of skin,
Smashing girl and boy parts over and over again.
It's such a treat to eat you whole;
I'm obsessed with eating 19-year-olds.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC