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"cholerous" poems
I Years and years of yearning Dreams and dreams depressing I fly back, back on the wings of memory And time my pilot be For  time's grey hands yet swings Ticking away behind sturdy wings Backwards i journey humming like the bird Past-ward to scenes And sounds once seen Once heard Tearful laughter, painful joys Youthful blunders - silent noise Over and over, the flames rise Over and over, storms in our eyes Blue nights that once upon were Who was there, what was fair I write of a past once veiled Lonesome,         dark memories i reveal I will speak of choking, muffled yells Pain. Depression. Fear - Hell II "*Ah, say berries taste sweeter red Their juices free as more they bled*" But who taught the kid to feed? Nanny dumb; he nipped the **** More so, as like a log she lay Dogs shall school your kid to play Yet should we upon mores lay blame Cholerous slight culture's game Slay her players with a Poisoned Placard Aces. Queens. Kings. Protesters. Playing card No, i shall not cheer my own fall - come Sit with me, give me your hand, come - Though you are broken, hold - Proud. Resilient. Bold. I call to you, "come father, Tell me what house fire make the kites gather, What color, the smoke of marijuana? Your girlfriend - is she really from Ghana? Will you have stone if i gave you meat, Tell me, what is it you do in corners of dark streets!?"
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Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 6:20 AM UTC
jeddy-patricks
Silent Noise (April, 2010)
I Years and years of yearning Dreams and dreams depressing I fly back, back on the wings of memory And time my pilot be For  time's grey hands yet swings Ticking away behind sturdy wings Backwards i journey humming like the bird Past-ward to scenes And sounds once seen Once heard Tearful laughter, painful joys Youthful blunders - silent noise Over and over, the flames rise Over and over, storms in our eyes Blue nights that once upon were Who was there, what was fair I write of a past once veiled Lonesome,         dark memories i reveal I will speak of choking, muffled yells Pain. Depression. Fear - Hell II "*Ah, say berries taste sweeter red Their juices free as more they bled*" But who taught the kid to feed? Nanny dumb; he nipped the **** More so, as like a log she lay Dogs shall school your kid to play Yet should we upon mores lay blame Cholerous slight culture's game Slay her players with a Poisoned Placard Aces. Queens. Kings. Protesters. Playing card No, i shall not cheer my own fall - come Sit with me, give me your hand, come - Though you are broken, hold - Proud. Resilient. Bold. I call to you, "come father, Tell me what house fire make the kites gather, What color, the smoke of marijuana? Your girlfriend - is she really from Ghana? Will you have stone if i gave you meat, Tell me, what is it you do in corners of dark streets!?"
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