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May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 2:38 PM UTC
How I Blew It, Up! (Skatepark Poet)
What's uut man? My snake tipped legs and iceberg froze fade languish in the shade. Tell a mother how her bush should bloom, Gathered all the rose peddles and released them to the desert air, when I rise Pillsbury dew drops tip tap clatter back. I already know what love is. Hearts tide to a string. You can call me Duncan. They call me South of no North. My gift of gab was extrapolated from Teddy Ruxpin's jugular and drug through a Chinese sweatshop. I hung my cords out on the line. They hardened into a sharp blade used for doe hunting. Try ice skating uphill while not breaking a sweat. Pull the plug from the speaker steal the mic and jet. Will mount Olympus faction my fold? Nevermore, well maybe once but I'm so straight and narrow their knees are like maze portals to me. Take a swig from the medication station. Don't stay to long or you may like what you have become too me. No worries; Uutt, oh it's magic.
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May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 7:56 PM UTC
Utt, oh it's magic.
The long and tempered draped in threads black and red. I heard your song before I could hear you sing So many souls in one voice so many tones of toil How many nights did they string out your glory cured on black oil? So Slip the jab when lights flicker fast you beat them down to the streets they tried to beat you with the side-speak It's okay, we got records and you got tender when the tables turned you dished out what we blendered Your record was played louder than the rest our money was your mind ****** Bitter in jest like mothers media mess cinderElla your dress dismantle moments That were meant for no one but Frank I take another listen while my love does crank A slow grind, it goes well with what I drank That autumn wine house is the sugar in my Bowl, Tank! No substitute for Contralto diction, a heart shank So I come crawling back to you like pulp fiction We love our ***** drugs *** and musical afflictions I'm sure you were watching when MJ took it all the way, thinkin' Who cares if I burn out or fade away Can't be leave you beat me to the punch 27 was my aim but got distracted by the day to day guess you never got that time but now you'll get plenty out of mind Take your time you tall glass of wine fly away at 33 revolutions per meters per Second Those Seconds Squared as over time come paired rest your vibrato on the drums of my ear and lay your diaphragm on the beat of my heart I'll give them the finger for questioning your part! I'll give them a humdinger for the hell of your art! you beat me to the punch you goddess of clubs So I live to carry your tune and fade away sweetly to the tomb We'll never say goodbye with words cus's your vibrations synchronize my palpitations Invisible meanings shared between nouns and verbs We say love is blind... Could it really be that absurd?
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May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC
Tall glass of Wine
The long and tempered draped in threads black and red. I heard your song before I could hear you sing So many souls in one voice so many tones of toil How many nights did they string out your glory cured on black oil? So Slip the jab when lights flicker fast you beat them down to the streets they tried to beat you with the side-speak It's okay, we got records and you got tender when the tables turned you dished out what we blendered Your record was played louder than the rest our money was your mind ****** Bitter in jest like mothers media mess cinderElla your dress dismantle moments That were meant for no one but Frank I take another listen while my love does crank A slow grind, it goes well with what I drank That autumn wine house is the sugar in my Bowl, Tank! No substitute for Contralto diction, a heart shank So I come crawling back to you like pulp fiction We love our ***** drugs *** and musical afflictions I'm sure you were watching when MJ took it all the way, thinkin' Who cares if I burn out or fade away Can't be leave you beat me to the punch 27 was my aim but got distracted by the day to day guess you never got that time but now you'll get plenty out of mind Take your time you tall glass of wine fly away at 33 revolutions per meters per Second Those Seconds Squared as over time come paired rest your vibrato on the drums of my ear and lay your diaphragm on the beat of my heart I'll give them the finger for questioning your part! I'll give them a humdinger for the hell of your art! you beat me to the punch you goddess of clubs So I live to carry your tune and fade away sweetly to the tomb We'll never say goodbye with words cus's your vibrations synchronize my palpitations Invisible meanings shared between nouns and verbs We say love is blind... Could it really be that absurd?
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Off guard on duty the snowflake knew time to waste Its unknowing decent cataract rapid acidic proletariat Less than perspicacious a red hand to the case, No longer judicious a domino race My words are **** ashes fertilizing the world wide wind More of us make less of them but they bombastic at the power within We all possess the power to sin Tell me something true as I lament the news. Billie war Holidays sing song me the blues Hands shoot in the air guns clap on the beat Future sigh in despair old vote with their feet Factors of fear multiplied without receipt So you can't exchange the Unknown for something concrete. Afraid for our lives while we wither away humanity circumventing diaspora in the name of the low and no holds bar The cross exam I mag I nation no accountability when Severing and Projecting The streets. Is all pomp and circumstance   Ignorance in defeat? because American apathy is a golden gutter lining the highways of hope and justice. The great black hope driven to equivocal ends The magisterial mountain way Waved inundation of political bends There are no u turns OK home of the straight and narrow Wed with the freedom ring Blistered by the oil we use to butter bread what can we say we learned from the best it's intoxicated intercontinental intelligence One man's pain is another man's pleasure. By what other means can we rationalize and measure? I didn't make the rules We did Don't just vote cut throat Over calculated the complexity of human habit by underestimating the simplicity of evol u tion. Chopped and ******* time over and over waited ya head hangs low Soci ally Osc illated So heavy   it's a wonder these words  don't    black hole through   gravity  and bull licks baby daddy bell tolls He would bend Time and Space taking mother place to place stringing paycheck to paycheck like Hindu prayer cloths on Hollywood sidewalks Hailing  uncle Sam  and  the oil man 2 lend a hand,     job,     or a plan **** only getting noticed by the under educated yet over- privileged college dropout offering tea and sympathy cause limping ain't easy, and    systemic negligence is   public enemy   # 1... The only explosion to fear is the sun. We are **** dust in the lung When all is said and dung, All lives matter like helium and radon Exp  lo ding  in Uni son Sys tem Ic  Ra ce Ism Eyes hyper-focused on the finger and the wind cried boom a rung
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May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
Boom a Rang
Off guard on duty the snowflake knew time to waste Its unknowing decent cataract rapid acidic proletariat Less than perspicacious a red hand to the case, No longer judicious a domino race My words are **** ashes fertilizing the world wide wind More of us make less of them but they bombastic at the power within We all possess the power to sin Tell me something true as I lament the news. Billie war Holidays sing song me the blues Hands shoot in the air guns clap on the beat Future sigh in despair old vote with their feet Factors of fear multiplied without receipt So you can't exchange the Unknown for something concrete. Afraid for our lives while we wither away humanity circumventing diaspora in the name of the low and no holds bar The cross exam I mag I nation no accountability when Severing and Projecting The streets. Is all pomp and circumstance   Ignorance in defeat? because American apathy is a golden gutter lining the highways of hope and justice. The great black hope driven to equivocal ends The magisterial mountain way Waved inundation of political bends There are no u turns OK home of the straight and narrow Wed with the freedom ring Blistered by the oil we use to butter bread what can we say we learned from the best it's intoxicated intercontinental intelligence One man's pain is another man's pleasure. By what other means can we rationalize and measure? I didn't make the rules We did Don't just vote cut throat Over calculated the complexity of human habit by underestimating the simplicity of evol u tion. Chopped and ******* time over and over waited ya head hangs low Soci ally Osc illated So heavy   it's a wonder these words  don't    black hole through   gravity  and bull licks baby daddy bell tolls He would bend Time and Space taking mother place to place stringing paycheck to paycheck like Hindu prayer cloths on Hollywood sidewalks Hailing  uncle Sam  and  the oil man 2 lend a hand,     job,     or a plan **** only getting noticed by the under educated yet over- privileged college dropout offering tea and sympathy cause limping ain't easy, and    systemic negligence is   public enemy   # 1... The only explosion to fear is the sun. We are **** dust in the lung When all is said and dung, All lives matter like helium and radon Exp  lo ding  in Uni son Sys tem Ic  Ra ce Ism Eyes hyper-focused on the finger and the wind cried boom a rung
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