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"bummers" poems
Oh grudges how much I hate you Ruining people's live Is that so fun to you ? Oh bummers Oh grudges, can we stop this game ? You're hurting me and my friend With wound and scars that is never healed Why Imprint everyone's mind with hatred and guilt? Oh grudges, why are you so wicked? Stop playing with my heart Like a toy, it breaks Stop hiding and go away. I do not need you in my life For as long as I live I just want peace and quiet Is that just so hard to give ?
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
Grudges
Science, you beauty! Be it the missions to Mars or those yummy chocolate bars Be it the gadgets we use, or the comfort of shoes The magic of airplanes, or cars shooting down lanes what have you not, in your armory got what more will you show, to us bewildered does Our jaws are on the floor, tingling in our toes when you unveil your magic, we can only squawk like crows Speechless and breathless, your discoveries leave us Joy is ours, when you unveil the covers of the magic of nature, that wickedly smart creature Such is the comfort, that you have gifted us bummers that we do as we please, lathering on the grease no cause to hide, for we have science on our side! Science, you beauty!
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 11:49 PM UTC
Science, *******
The bartender, poor bartender, he fixes the drinks For the music lovers, the cigarette bummers, the girls with the silly winks. He smiles as he serves them all, but we know what he really thinks As he runs his fingers through his hair, working out the kinks.
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Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 3:11 AM UTC
From The First Show
Simplistic majestic magician That weaves cloth Of nothing that is supposed fine Round about fanatics With no one around But the mechanics We are the lost age With no sage but the voice Of a 70's page We revolt against Nothing But the sins of common human torture Could it be? Could it be? That we have reached a modern Utopia washed over with numbers and bummers? "Eee gad!" screams the man "Too bad!" says the unclad band "So sad!" says the rest of the pickled sand Young reefs bubbling in a restless wheeze Torture awaits the man that sits in ye' pasture Time is no friend of yours or Mine Bricks break faster then the heart does For they build buildings Where hearts can break Inside themselves As doves shatter in winged' flight All the while blinking alone In the blankness of the starry hot night Ohh Demetrius that awaited a party That never got started Because he believed it was cool to be tarty Too see is to See What your head Wants to believe Another night past round the blast Where Chicago blistered bleakly And the lights were turned right out Out and fast and out and cast Fish a' bleedin' orange Orange and rocky sands A letter opened itself To a lover that did not Want to feel or see She read it out loud To the pitch of a sound She never meant to reach Imaginary sentimentalists That persuade themselves That they are no man Nor hold no Robotic hand They are The children Of the Evolution Evolution. What a silly Bourgeois Excuse To me Tis' just another excuse To fend off The Noose
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May 9, 2011
May 9, 2011 at 11:19 PM UTC
Orange Rocky Sands
Simplistic majestic magician That weaves cloth Of nothing that is supposed fine Round about fanatics With no one around But the mechanics We are the lost age With no sage but the voice Of a 70's page We revolt against Nothing But the sins of common human torture Could it be? Could it be? That we have reached a modern Utopia washed over with numbers and bummers? "Eee gad!" screams the man "Too bad!" says the unclad band "So sad!" says the rest of the pickled sand Young reefs bubbling in a restless wheeze Torture awaits the man that sits in ye' pasture Time is no friend of yours or Mine Bricks break faster then the heart does For they build buildings Where hearts can break Inside themselves As doves shatter in winged' flight All the while blinking alone In the blankness of the starry hot night Ohh Demetrius that awaited a party That never got started Because he believed it was cool to be tarty Too see is to See What your head Wants to believe Another night past round the blast Where Chicago blistered bleakly And the lights were turned right out Out and fast and out and cast Fish a' bleedin' orange Orange and rocky sands A letter opened itself To a lover that did not Want to feel or see She read it out loud To the pitch of a sound She never meant to reach Imaginary sentimentalists That persuade themselves That they are no man Nor hold no Robotic hand They are The children Of the Evolution Evolution. What a silly Bourgeois Excuse To me Tis' just another excuse To fend off The Noose
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King crest folded the leaves to his breast ANOTHER TEST, ANOTHER TEST A shared sermon for the peasants and the slaves They call this hormones but I think their bummers Now with the political rallies rolling like dice games And leader and commanders breaking up their own fame We sit around and twiddle what thumbs we have left Why not result to a life of petty civilized theft? There is no reason for treason unless paid off right A smile from anyone is worth any price Streets hiss with the white whistle of truck mist Mind don't matter if the scissor is made of batter Nod off if your putt off by the way the girls talk round' here At night the howl of the moon is nothing but the clatter Of a rusted ***** Spoon Cob webs made of calm cool make their way Into my imaginations drool A spool of silk is spilt from the hands of hounds Devil trespassers, trust not Their masters Each hour has past and each our of the future is spent We twirl like we rule but our time here in history (Booy said this one) Means nothing at all Battered souls wave chipped and damaged bats Baseball players used to smoke and be fat The human soul in a uniform and winning Drinking and sinning yet every night Beginning Fast is as fast does for the fuzz mumbles he's "numb" Find the wife laid in pipe neck deep in a family fought strife Therapy is broken cause' she forgot her morning coffee Thank God the tile still knows how to do some talkin' Help is spilt cross' the floor like milk is poured God's know they were born into a life of nothing more Greek speaks bout' feats and lies amore Tell me, dear mister, lead a life of fear or a life of bore? Hot twilight Morning maelstrom Love is a loser's game Love is A One way
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Aug 29, 2011
Aug 29, 2011 at 1:45 AM UTC
10:45
King crest folded the leaves to his breast ANOTHER TEST, ANOTHER TEST A shared sermon for the peasants and the slaves They call this hormones but I think their bummers Now with the political rallies rolling like dice games And leader and commanders breaking up their own fame We sit around and twiddle what thumbs we have left Why not result to a life of petty civilized theft? There is no reason for treason unless paid off right A smile from anyone is worth any price Streets hiss with the white whistle of truck mist Mind don't matter if the scissor is made of batter Nod off if your putt off by the way the girls talk round' here At night the howl of the moon is nothing but the clatter Of a rusted ***** Spoon Cob webs made of calm cool make their way Into my imaginations drool A spool of silk is spilt from the hands of hounds Devil trespassers, trust not Their masters Each hour has past and each our of the future is spent We twirl like we rule but our time here in history (Booy said this one) Means nothing at all Battered souls wave chipped and damaged bats Baseball players used to smoke and be fat The human soul in a uniform and winning Drinking and sinning yet every night Beginning Fast is as fast does for the fuzz mumbles he's "numb" Find the wife laid in pipe neck deep in a family fought strife Therapy is broken cause' she forgot her morning coffee Thank God the tile still knows how to do some talkin' Help is spilt cross' the floor like milk is poured God's know they were born into a life of nothing more Greek speaks bout' feats and lies amore Tell me, dear mister, lead a life of fear or a life of bore? Hot twilight Morning maelstrom Love is a loser's game Love is A One way
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Grab a hold, Take a seat, Put ya feet up, please stay. Freshly told, Of the heat, Raise ya cheek up, and pray. Captured you, In a trance, And I'll one, two, and three. Thoughts are new, So they prance, As I float in seas grief. Checked myself, Checked my rhymes, Checked my spellings and flows. Now I delve, Swim swirl times, Heck, I can't smell, my nose! Allergies up north, Make me suffer, But my summer's been nice. Freely float up forth, Rake a cluster, Rut with bummers, their vice. I cannot distinguish, The difference between, Reality and this dream. Longly I languish, the hindrance of dreams, They quickly burst at their seems. And I have surely missed out, broken my rhyme, there it goes. My structure is dead, the synapses connections snapped, Focus lost over the falls of my eyelids; Down my nose, Into the soft fall reservoir; Where it stirs and gets bubbled through the seeps of my lips; Never to come out as thought for food, But lost forever in the unfinished idea limbo. It's a sad night of expression here tonight, I fear. Night buds.
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Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC
Only if you're in a stale mood do I recommend this...