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wehttam Jul 2014
Thee gnome had called
hymm mein flatterer, then
an ape fight for quills, to be
or naught, hidden by a hive
patch of bramble.  Do ordinance
iris search of apart theorhetic sea,
Adeiu mostly, can wearwolves
as sultry be known to chew
rawhide bones teethlesslee.  
Gather by a dared deity
of A Roman's antiquity,
all of course to femine
posterity.  An Aye for Aye,
a sythe to seize do naught
ii and cling.  For better is yet
to OyYea' and I, causes instantly
be and bee.    

cliche toupee'
wehttam Jul 2014
Yea, the daunting superflous
reading clovers for
mercy and occursus truss.
Any of the subject
almost lossing sybolic
treasure.  Flights of
bumble bees in a
memoir to the unjustified
prattle.  Each
every, to and from
has little to no forthright
luster.  A tremble with out
fever sick.  A hot spell noted
by the chills.  Warm coolaide
at 99 degrees in the shade.  
Probably a groin pull in the
cerebellum to a feminine mystic.
Aponeurisis for a political satire
written in vetos, between the
colors of the rainbow.
Just plain old tired of the
savant, quixic, modern
prancing.  Dedicating a
spell to the matter of quantum
relics.  Like a choke hold
on a full figured transparency.
To much sale for the sailors
that had married the Titanic.  
Probably mustard on pickles
like gypies due lovers.
wehttam Jun 2014
The movement of speech,
speaking swiftly with eloquence
alliterative, quixic, elloqution,
enunciation, pitch, tone, intensity,
sensivity, proper, and evident,  
prosody, and brilliant speaker,
followed by a brilliant speech,
we all would love to listen to
a great idea.  Or write down
the secrets to success, to pay
bills and not get hit on by voodoo.
I heard them lye, lie, and then lie.
Lye like ***** hands needing soap.
Lie like there are no stars ever in the sky.
Lie like in bed with a ghost,
and then a ******* mindful of racists
with a passing grade for the bar exam
treated the 3 above outstanding resources
to the trinity to tell us to work with an Oath.
The availability to be independant is a solvency
to a cross examination, and the property of freedom
is a handsome reward if you can pry open the
jar of Trinity.  We wanted a badass to be the President
and I know, that we just might get what we ask for.

Remember to study your own favorite poets
a dedication to a life in the fast lane of the
most Amazing manner of all time.

We may just be the newest monastery in the world.  

So when we all say something, like all 7 billion of us.
We GET it.

DO NOT F&%^$^$ TOUCH ME, EVER!  Lol.
Love's the manic in my head.  At home on Saturday night, maybe Mexican food after church tomorrow.
wehttam Jun 2014
It hurts at times
    ya know.
Everyone knows what
    to think,
and I dont.

Have we left
    because two little
miserable tricks.

Does that lady
   ever get over
the same old sh$#.

The cliche now
    is so blasphemous
like Hyku is a poets
framed senses for Hi Cool.  

Ever deeper into
   this I dont know
he never graduated from
High school.  

The US Consult to
    the poet laureates
office is hip with the Capitol
Chief and we have
an athiest for a lawyer.

Hi Coo.
wehttam Jun 2014
Is the law then against the promises of God?  
God forbid:  for if there had been a law given which could have given life, verily righteousness should have been by the law.  

Gallantly,
reading the promise
if though
the hero's that hold the
sacred rose.  
The cape,
red and gold,
the legend of
the Talamud of old.
Bowing to break
the silence for to tell
the bull is the raposte
of the craft when
he snorts he guffs
scratching the surface
of the grave.
Braver and bolder
than the resting lore holds
the written tall lyric
of how bull fighters
speak to solem vows.
Did he or didnt he
warn the few
as the crowd revels
they reveal the truth.
To live or die by
the horns they hold.
A small last dance
to the left and right
the swirling
the sparrow and the robin
know
the footsteps between
the audience throws
the steps to flight
the steps to debt.
In between his teeth
he reveals, the color of
the flower to place on
the stones.  
The bull
or the hero lies here.
A few turns
a few lies, a few more
moments before the bull
dies.  To the clarity and
chagrin, the fighters
are the audience who
hold no pen.   They
stream to hymm the very
step, the very step for the
win.  
He snorts and shuffles,
looks to the crowd
the bull now knows
he is to die.  
Choosen to
write the score
of the mused sick
audience sore.  
And to these
days there are
laws that exist
to protect
the fortune
of the bold.  
Authority, sword,
word in hand,
and by law
of this land
do we save
the bull because
we
are colder than
the bull's sin.  
Trampled or true
the bull is free
untill the bull fighter
meets the
crowds revelry.
wehttam Jun 2014
Gum
Like hair, or worldly for hoary, the wisest fame.  Desolate like chocolate in horse manes.  Like the banister to the Lycan prince, were to wolves and chocolate incense.  Like, bubble baths, with a line of babies to bathe.  Like waterfalls by angels made.  Like in the hands of a journey to begin, finding only to love a word again.  Like following a lover to her sins, like falling off a bridge so she can catch the words that forgive.  Like petting a bunny as it runs to a pen.  Like fitting in to the genes she cant fit in.  Like roe buck or fallow dear.  Like an old rhapsody made out of angel wings.  Like fresh new socks made for women.  Like shoe strings, fat ones 'in'.   Like totally gum.  In your hair, in your stare, in your hand, in your man.
gum
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