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"beamer" poems
WALLS (Verona) Mon ami tu vas where star-crossed hearts' confessions hides your saint in bricks. NAPE Warm whispers of lips down smooth meadows of your neck, my familiar bed. VATTO Gang signs, ink, and blood ****** in a low beamer Cool kissing his gun. BIGOT Burning up with hate like an oil spill on one's soul heartless mouths pollute. NIJINSKY So divine such grace words not made to embody Ballet when God speaks. OSMOSIS Blossoms in winter bursts of Japanese kisses how to love haiku. BLUR Tears are no longer loose and quick to disarray how sight understands. BARRIER REEF Great walls dividing Vast cold deeps from Summer seas "Hail Metropolis!"
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Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC
WALLS & BARRIER REEF (8 Haiku/Senryu)
*he was riding a beamer breezer into the thick foggy Red Mist along a steep rising road that seemingly ceased to exist having relished the taste of elixir intoxication elevated his state of mind inebriated with exuberance of life on stairway to heaven he drove blind he wanted to ride fast and free though his mind was strangled his body refused to be tied up in a life cord entangled soon he experienced an impact deafening his senses, the slumber's fang eyes closed in sombre sleep but he crossed the great divide across the big bang he saw many a glittering diamonds cuboids of tempered glass in shards glittering with iridescence against the dark a tarry sky filled with shattered stars It seemed like a surreal dream his body felt light like its floating amidst the heavenly constellation of orion saw he, the betelgeuse with ruddiness exploding the mystic dream faded away awakened to eternal life with closed eyes rung down the curtain he joined the choir mother nature singing him a lullaby*
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
Transcendence
I started high school with grand intentions of grand friends and grand grades and boys would only be a street-side fruit stand to glance at while I cruised on by. Intentions never quite work the way you plan. My first class of the day, a boy with striking blue eyes, an awkward gaunt, and floppy hair sat down next to me and started talking about Pokemon. He had seen my Pokeball pin on my backpack and had singled me out as the person to vilify him the least. I was uncomfortable and unsure, horrified by his brashness. The seat had been meant for my best friend, Cathy. But the second his mouth opened the teen awkwardness faded from his face and he become bright exuberance. Stunned and flustered, I stared as he passionately smiled and seemed to revel in our one-sided conversation. This happened for weeks and I eventually became comfortable enough to talk back. His smile widened as he seemed pleased to find another person who was willing to be a little weird. I didn't know nearly as much as him, but I learned because I loved to watch him beam. Right before the homecoming dance, he asked me out with a poster that said, "I choose you! Do you want to choose me too?" I blushed and said yes, and we coordinated red for our first dance as high school freshmen. At the dance, though, my blue eyed beamer was someone anew. He was dorky and the way he danced was flamboyant but terrifying. He often ditched me for his marching band friends, and I felt more humiliated and uncomfortable around him than the bright admiration I had felt before. When he took me home that night, he tried to kiss me and at the last second I ducked away and gave him a hug before running inside. Those lips weren't nearly as enticing anymore when they weren't beaming at me. The next week in class, he sat next to a different person. A guy from his science class, I heard from my friends. I shrugged and went on doodling on my notebook. At least I learned now what a Gardevoir was. There we were, back to square one. Guess it takes more than a semi-mutual interest and a beautiful smile to maintain a relationship. And there I was, back to grand intentions and great expectations, but this time I knew things won't ever go quite exactly as you plan. He ended up dating Cathy later, and he and I are close friends now. He's actually pretty fun when he bothers pays attention. But this was the end of our love story.
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Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 10:37 AM UTC
A Love Story Pt. 2
I started high school with grand intentions of grand friends and grand grades and boys would only be a street-side fruit stand to glance at while I cruised on by. Intentions never quite work the way you plan. My first class of the day, a boy with striking blue eyes, an awkward gaunt, and floppy hair sat down next to me and started talking about Pokemon. He had seen my Pokeball pin on my backpack and had singled me out as the person to vilify him the least. I was uncomfortable and unsure, horrified by his brashness. The seat had been meant for my best friend, Cathy. But the second his mouth opened the teen awkwardness faded from his face and he become bright exuberance. Stunned and flustered, I stared as he passionately smiled and seemed to revel in our one-sided conversation. This happened for weeks and I eventually became comfortable enough to talk back. His smile widened as he seemed pleased to find another person who was willing to be a little weird. I didn't know nearly as much as him, but I learned because I loved to watch him beam. Right before the homecoming dance, he asked me out with a poster that said, "I choose you! Do you want to choose me too?" I blushed and said yes, and we coordinated red for our first dance as high school freshmen. At the dance, though, my blue eyed beamer was someone anew. He was dorky and the way he danced was flamboyant but terrifying. He often ditched me for his marching band friends, and I felt more humiliated and uncomfortable around him than the bright admiration I had felt before. When he took me home that night, he tried to kiss me and at the last second I ducked away and gave him a hug before running inside. Those lips weren't nearly as enticing anymore when they weren't beaming at me. The next week in class, he sat next to a different person. A guy from his science class, I heard from my friends. I shrugged and went on doodling on my notebook. At least I learned now what a Gardevoir was. There we were, back to square one. Guess it takes more than a semi-mutual interest and a beautiful smile to maintain a relationship. And there I was, back to grand intentions and great expectations, but this time I knew things won't ever go quite exactly as you plan. He ended up dating Cathy later, and he and I are close friends now. He's actually pretty fun when he bothers pays attention. But this was the end of our love story.
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The crystal face is missing from this witness to the deed. It doesn’t have its’ seconds hand, there is no longer need. The date displays “11”. That it always will to remind us of the day on in which fanaticism killed. I look upon Todd Beamer’s watch and experience a chill, realizing that while Time truly flies, it also can stand still.
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Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 8:21 AM UTC
The Timepiece- Todd Beamer’s watch
It is a scorching 95 degrees; Hotter than hell for this time of year, And I am wearing a dark grey fleece jacket. I have no clue why I’m wearing it; Maybe the fates decided it, Maybe it’s the work of some god I don’t believe in. But as the sun rays keep shining down Through the open roof of a powder blue beamer, Causing the hood to shine like gemstones and My skin to boil and fry under the dark fabric I won’t take it off though, That would ruin the feel of the trip Of having the wind of the road making it fly Like a living creature with its own mind And I am sitting in the convertible Sniffing the fumes of gasoline and toxins Holding them in my lungs to ferment a while Before letting them all back out slowly, Reveling in the taste of the road. Going nowhere rather quickly Flying past other shining super bullets speeding down the black barrel I've already traveled these same roads. And therefore, this trip yields nothing new Except for a few more bugs in my hair And a few more miles on my journey
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Sep 20, 2010
Sep 20, 2010 at 12:18 PM UTC
Only a car ride
It ain't no Love i take flight like a Dove in my mind just beatin' time kickin' rhymes about Reality but Life's a ***** im married To only way i Can Divorce is through the Fatal Way What's the Happy in that? i keep a Hot Gat cuz suckas be yearning tryna make into a Steerin' Wheel and turn me into another Direction but they ain't fuckin' me with that Indoctrination Education failed me so the Drugs came to Me on MLK and Alberta from Houston big rollas went from drivin' a Gold Acura now im pushin' a  Beamer 7 a 2 quarters Slaughter the competition on the Streets  suckas be walkin' with Water under they Feet cuz ya they Slippin' Set Trippin' yo Inf load the Clip In and let the Bullets riddle through ya Body  like you catchin' the Holy Ghost i smoke the Most til im faded out no Doubt  i know i done alot Wrong in my Lifetime and soon to me my Downfall cops tryna get me to fall into their trap but im too Intelligent i graduated with Honors from the School of Hard Knocks knockin' boots became a 9 to 5 live every monday through sunday was always a Gun Play we don't have murals on our Subway cuz we ain't got one but i know that verse was Irrelevant im never Hesitant to get the Money its Always Sunny in the Streets of the H  theres always a dead body in the Ditch Snitches hide in the Dark but like a Spark to a Blunt we gone set they *** on Fire and Make 'em Expire and we still packin' Slugs givin' a Shout out to my Thugs  with one what? one Luv???? yo
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Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
One Luv
I have always thought of myself As an ugly duckling. I keep hoping that someday Ill be the man you are going to want And I keep my fingers crossed So that I really am that man. But while I’m black, And repulsive to all the other swans I’m going to learn the trades of life And I’m going to make sure That when I meet you, Which I will, That you never suffer, or struggle, To be the most amazing wife. Why? I do ask myself The same question all the time. Why waste my time on something That has a high chance Of never happening According to my previous record Of tall tales and beautiful lies. The answer is quite simple And I know if I told someone They would probably laugh, but The truth is I can’t think of anything else But our future house Our future kids And our dog running around. I have my Lincoln and Beamer Out in the driveway, and whatever You are gonna want to drive, (I’m not quite sure what kind of chick You’re gonna be) And we have a lawn and garden That I will cut from time to time, A pool out in the back, And the neighbors always coming over For some coffee and a laugh. And I know I’m in too big of a hurry to grow up, And I know I’m supposed to enjoy being young, But all that matters to me, All I want to accomplish, And the biggest dream of mine Is to grow old with you, Whoever it is that you are, And to see my kids grow up. All I can do for now Is be the man I want to be For the wife I’ve been waiting on For years. I’m going to get a good paying job And drive the car That’s gonna catch your eye, I’m gonna play the guitar And learn how to sing, So I can say how beautiful you are To me And most importantly I’m gonna learn How to treat a woman right, Because after all, You are MY woman, and I your man.
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Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 12:02 PM UTC
To My Future Wife
I have always thought of myself As an ugly duckling. I keep hoping that someday Ill be the man you are going to want And I keep my fingers crossed So that I really am that man. But while I’m black, And repulsive to all the other swans I’m going to learn the trades of life And I’m going to make sure That when I meet you, Which I will, That you never suffer, or struggle, To be the most amazing wife. Why? I do ask myself The same question all the time. Why waste my time on something That has a high chance Of never happening According to my previous record Of tall tales and beautiful lies. The answer is quite simple And I know if I told someone They would probably laugh, but The truth is I can’t think of anything else But our future house Our future kids And our dog running around. I have my Lincoln and Beamer Out in the driveway, and whatever You are gonna want to drive, (I’m not quite sure what kind of chick You’re gonna be) And we have a lawn and garden That I will cut from time to time, A pool out in the back, And the neighbors always coming over For some coffee and a laugh. And I know I’m in too big of a hurry to grow up, And I know I’m supposed to enjoy being young, But all that matters to me, All I want to accomplish, And the biggest dream of mine Is to grow old with you, Whoever it is that you are, And to see my kids grow up. All I can do for now Is be the man I want to be For the wife I’ve been waiting on For years. I’m going to get a good paying job And drive the car That’s gonna catch your eye, I’m gonna play the guitar And learn how to sing, So I can say how beautiful you are To me And most importantly I’m gonna learn How to treat a woman right, Because after all, You are MY woman, and I your man.
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ROAD           Where choices begin;           Some are quick to find its end.           Wise keep journeying. CARPOOLING           The heavy traffic           An ocean's slow ebbing tide           Our patience drowns in. METEOR SHOWER           Friday night space-lights           As we caress the hours           Streaks across the sky. STAINED GLASS           Broken pieces shapes           The Cathedral of one's soul.           Stained light still shines true. TAI CHI           Dawn's ceremony           Wet grass tickling bare feet.           Wave away the night. FRACKING            Jonesy punctures black           Points in caves, Great Mother weeps           Wells of poison rain. NIJINSKY           So divine his grace           Words not made to embody           Ballet when God speaks. MY WINTER GIFT          Skin so Downey white,          Like a cold glass of fresh milk.          Unwrapping Christmas. FRENCH KISS           Such buttery lips           Silken creams,  wrapping our tongues.           Sweet patisserie. VATTO           Gang signs, ink, and blood.           ****** in a low Beamer.           Cool kissing his gun. ROSARIES           Madre genuflects           In brown countries of her hands           Old beads, sweat, and faith. DRIVE THRU WEDDING           Romance thru sunroofs           Hallelujah honeymoons           Marriage number two. HOT TIN ROOFS           A light Summer breeze           Cools cacophonous bodies           like hot stars at night. NOSTRADAMUS           Doomsday Soothsayer.           His visions doth entertain           Medieval profits. CHINA           Man's golden lotus.           A wealth of divine knowledge.           Heavenly on Earth. FIREWORKS            Our toast to Heaven.            Chrysanthemums igniting            The night's colbalt sky. ORIGAMI            The creases of us            Tales of dragons and white ships.            Neatly folded sheets. BON VOYAGE            Like wide sails that cup            The high winds of this marriage,            I'm at love's mercy... OSMOSIS           Blossoms in spring time.           Bursts of Japanese kisses.           How to love haiku. HOMONCULUS            Ultrasound preform            Whose quickened heart is my own:            A mandragora. 12 STEPS            Most Alcoholics            Who drown in their own thirst know            How deep "empty" hurts.
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Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 7:22 PM UTC
Chapbook "Hail Metropolis!" (Human)
ROAD           Where choices begin;           Some are quick to find its end.           Wise keep journeying. CARPOOLING           The heavy traffic           An ocean's slow ebbing tide           Our patience drowns in. METEOR SHOWER           Friday night space-lights           As we caress the hours           Streaks across the sky. STAINED GLASS           Broken pieces shapes           The Cathedral of one's soul.           Stained light still shines true. TAI CHI           Dawn's ceremony           Wet grass tickling bare feet.           Wave away the night. FRACKING            Jonesy punctures black           Points in caves, Great Mother weeps           Wells of poison rain. NIJINSKY           So divine his grace           Words not made to embody           Ballet when God speaks. MY WINTER GIFT          Skin so Downey white,          Like a cold glass of fresh milk.          Unwrapping Christmas. FRENCH KISS           Such buttery lips           Silken creams,  wrapping our tongues.           Sweet patisserie. VATTO           Gang signs, ink, and blood.           ****** in a low Beamer.           Cool kissing his gun. ROSARIES           Madre genuflects           In brown countries of her hands           Old beads, sweat, and faith. DRIVE THRU WEDDING           Romance thru sunroofs           Hallelujah honeymoons           Marriage number two. HOT TIN ROOFS           A light Summer breeze           Cools cacophonous bodies           like hot stars at night. NOSTRADAMUS           Doomsday Soothsayer.           His visions doth entertain           Medieval profits. CHINA           Man's golden lotus.           A wealth of divine knowledge.           Heavenly on Earth. FIREWORKS            Our toast to Heaven.            Chrysanthemums igniting            The night's colbalt sky. ORIGAMI            The creases of us            Tales of dragons and white ships.            Neatly folded sheets. BON VOYAGE            Like wide sails that cup            The high winds of this marriage,            I'm at love's mercy... OSMOSIS           Blossoms in spring time.           Bursts of Japanese kisses.           How to love haiku. HOMONCULUS            Ultrasound preform            Whose quickened heart is my own:            A mandragora. 12 STEPS            Most Alcoholics            Who drown in their own thirst know            How deep "empty" hurts.
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Remembering Drive-in Take a dive Bungee jumping Marathon Race or Dodge me poker face Jerry Lewis all laughs Wild cheeks Her homemade fudge Can pick up anyone's desire weeks The dodge brake Oh! Please me For Heaven sake A love big mistake Reincarnation______* Dodge leaks life stinks Hail the plumber As fast as Mary blinks Jim  Carey on dumber To abuse the Hummer BMW the beamer Rejoice The car oil leaks purple ((That Dodge Divorce)) Here's Joyce to drink Saturday Night Johnny Drenched her thirst ((Snapple)) Tire flat as a Pancakes I Hop  mouth racer A-D-D American Donald Duck Starbucks any luck Robin knew the CEO Howard Schultz in Canarsie Babalu skip (LOU) Dodge Star dipper car racer (D) cup Flags her down Like a homemade fudge The 50's antique cars The Preacher can melt your brain The homemade fudge Was dripping He auctions car collection Affection her imported cars with fudge ice cream the seventies Disco All straight long hair In the middle His beard so gritty Topsy car Turvy Curve your car Enthusiasm Cars and Coffee The Comedians Became naughty Mothers beach house Homemade fudge Could win over and melt any Judge Dante' Dodge battery Mesmerized switch Her eyes like fudge Regardless the forties or fifties Sorority college Dodge authority the twenties is not a Priority yippee We can do what we want The computer Hippie Emails hot fudge ((Those Viruses Minds)) Whatsoever Please with a   but in between Innocently sweet Alabama Miss Charlotte Sweet Carolina What could ever be finer Then molasses Then we age we are linked into chains on our neck with glasses The competition Move quickly the dodge right in Time for the fifties roller skating My Prospect Park me ice-skating Too many people heavily mating
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May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC
Dodge Home Run Fudge
Remembering Drive-in Take a dive Bungee jumping Marathon Race or Dodge me poker face Jerry Lewis all laughs Wild cheeks Her homemade fudge Can pick up anyone's desire weeks The dodge brake Oh! Please me For Heaven sake A love big mistake Reincarnation______* Dodge leaks life stinks Hail the plumber As fast as Mary blinks Jim  Carey on dumber To abuse the Hummer BMW the beamer Rejoice The car oil leaks purple ((That Dodge Divorce)) Here's Joyce to drink Saturday Night Johnny Drenched her thirst ((Snapple)) Tire flat as a Pancakes I Hop  mouth racer A-D-D American Donald Duck Starbucks any luck Robin knew the CEO Howard Schultz in Canarsie Babalu skip (LOU) Dodge Star dipper car racer (D) cup Flags her down Like a homemade fudge The 50's antique cars The Preacher can melt your brain The homemade fudge Was dripping He auctions car collection Affection her imported cars with fudge ice cream the seventies Disco All straight long hair In the middle His beard so gritty Topsy car Turvy Curve your car Enthusiasm Cars and Coffee The Comedians Became naughty Mothers beach house Homemade fudge Could win over and melt any Judge Dante' Dodge battery Mesmerized switch Her eyes like fudge Regardless the forties or fifties Sorority college Dodge authority the twenties is not a Priority yippee We can do what we want The computer Hippie Emails hot fudge ((Those Viruses Minds)) Whatsoever Please with a   but in between Innocently sweet Alabama Miss Charlotte Sweet Carolina What could ever be finer Then molasses Then we age we are linked into chains on our neck with glasses The competition Move quickly the dodge right in Time for the fifties roller skating My Prospect Park me ice-skating Too many people heavily mating
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Tattoo of a tear, ****** in a low Beamer Cool kissing his glock.
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Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 9:16 PM UTC
Vato
I had one of the first--a clunky chunk of modernity in my 1984 Beamer, no speed dial, no contact book, and Bluetooth was as far away as the moon but boy I was cool yapping while cruising down the PA Turnpike, my Lab on the seat beside me, eagerly eavesdropping and slobbering in equal measure he got to witness the end, the news delivered over the airways: she was dumping me because I was too needy too many flowers, too many calls and unannounced visits; affection morphed into the smothering mother it was I exited the pike with the news lumped in my throat, looking for a place to hide a roadside stop with a view of farmed fields--the sun too bright I dialed her number at least thrice, but never completed the call; the connection would have been dead or dying anyway in the distance, I saw their carriages: a procession with the clopping hooves of obedient beasts, the laughter of children, and monogamous men and women who didn't know the meaning of "co-dependency," "neediness," or "smothering" and eyes that would have stared in disbelief if they saw the ****** cell phone
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Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 2:57 PM UTC
talking on the cell phone and wishing I was Amish
Gang signs ink this Blood, ****** in low-ride beamer, Cool kissing his gun.
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Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 2:04 AM UTC
VATTO (Senryu)
I knew that I shouldn’t be driving, I’d had one more for the road, So Jean and me were half cut, you see, Were carrying quite a load. We’d tried the Tequila slammers, I’d even swallowed the worm, I wish to hell I had lost the key Then we’d both be home, and warm. The road was most uninviting, Was glistening in the dark, We climbed on into the Beamer, And headed out of the park. The rain was a constant drizzle As the Moon peeked over the trees, I know that I should have listened When Jean would entreat me, ‘Please!’ She always said that I drove too fast And she was probably right, I slammed my foot down flat to the boards And sped away through the night. The headlights cut a swathe through the trees And lit the road in an arc, I thought that we were invincible, Speeding home in the dark. It must have been a tyre that blew, The Beamer suddenly veered, The car careened off the road, it seemed, No matter how I had steered. It seemed to leap at a grove of trees And hit the oak at a lean, I was safe with my seatbelt on, But Jean had flown through the screen. She’d been sat quietly, holding my hand, Her warmth was all that I felt, She’d whispered softly her words of love, Forgotten to put on her belt. Now she lay spread on the bonnet there Her head crushed into the tree, I hoped and prayed, but I didn’t dare Step out of the wreck, to see. And then I heard her whispering words Float back through the shattered screen, ‘If only you had listened to me…’ I said, ‘I know what you mean.’ ‘You know our love was a special love,’ She seemed to whisper afar, ‘Just know my love will always be there, I’ll beam it down from a star.’ My life is cold, and empty as well, Since ever my love was lost, I carry around my private hell In a heart that is tempest tossed. For now I know that I have no choice When it all comes back to me, If ever I need to hear her voice I go to the whispering tree. David Lewis Paget
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Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 10:56 PM UTC
The Whispering Tree
I knew that I shouldn’t be driving, I’d had one more for the road, So Jean and me were half cut, you see, Were carrying quite a load. We’d tried the Tequila slammers, I’d even swallowed the worm, I wish to hell I had lost the key Then we’d both be home, and warm. The road was most uninviting, Was glistening in the dark, We climbed on into the Beamer, And headed out of the park. The rain was a constant drizzle As the Moon peeked over the trees, I know that I should have listened When Jean would entreat me, ‘Please!’ She always said that I drove too fast And she was probably right, I slammed my foot down flat to the boards And sped away through the night. The headlights cut a swathe through the trees And lit the road in an arc, I thought that we were invincible, Speeding home in the dark. It must have been a tyre that blew, The Beamer suddenly veered, The car careened off the road, it seemed, No matter how I had steered. It seemed to leap at a grove of trees And hit the oak at a lean, I was safe with my seatbelt on, But Jean had flown through the screen. She’d been sat quietly, holding my hand, Her warmth was all that I felt, She’d whispered softly her words of love, Forgotten to put on her belt. Now she lay spread on the bonnet there Her head crushed into the tree, I hoped and prayed, but I didn’t dare Step out of the wreck, to see. And then I heard her whispering words Float back through the shattered screen, ‘If only you had listened to me…’ I said, ‘I know what you mean.’ ‘You know our love was a special love,’ She seemed to whisper afar, ‘Just know my love will always be there, I’ll beam it down from a star.’ My life is cold, and empty as well, Since ever my love was lost, I carry around my private hell In a heart that is tempest tossed. For now I know that I have no choice When it all comes back to me, If ever I need to hear her voice I go to the whispering tree. David Lewis Paget
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MATURECONTENT Just a goof I swear* Call this the Catalina. Your girl p#### wetter than aquafina Whispers in my ear how she nastier than Trina Grabbed me by the d### and swore she'd make me a believer Then we left the crowd as we headed toward her beamer Thinking to myself, this girl might be a keeper Opened up the door, I see her knees getting weaker Turned around and told me, how she is a screamer Cool with me, just gonna cut up the speakers Both climb aboard, says she wanna play receiver, I will do the chores, I can be your cleaner Just call me Stanley Steamer, now girl drop it down and show me that ****** We f##### so hard I believe I broke a femur All I heard was SNAP, Onamotapiea, Turned so red thought she caught scarlet fever Looks me in the eyes, and begs I never ever leave her Read between the lines, I seen her as a deceiver Then she ****** me dry, nicknamed is over-achiever Hopped out the whip, said I dont like your demeanor Frustration made me trip so I threw up a finger Yelled before I dip, good luck with the gonorrhea Haven't seen her since and I hope I don't either. -Ajm
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Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 11:09 PM UTC
Catalina Woman [WARNING*EXPLICIT]
Aliens coming Hurry quick hide 5 mill mph Hunting all denatured citizens Citizen world wyld World tiny not wide 5 mill mph Scary as **** All at once Dissapear a world quick Creed sing telephones 5 million miles per hour Super power Instant last breath **** no exist No exit War wounds Buried in rubble ****** tired shoveling Best hope china russia Dont attack 5 mill mph Gods real Want to meet him ***** Die slow Let all them wiggas know Blow away opps Top pilots got Skys locked Beam no beamer White caddy Dare you Dont **** a jew Mention the n word Erased kings graced Blessed No drop gone home Beep beep showed you Fair grounds Comminty service Clean a table quick More acres Won numba 1 5 mill mile per hour 5 mill MPH Mass destruction Stay calm
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Apr 11, 2024
Apr 11, 2024 at 9:28 PM UTC
"5 Million MPH" By: Z