"collossal" poems
In South America, truck drivers are paid collossal amounts
of money, to deliver supplies between towns on
roads, no wider than the width of their trucks.
When you turned up on my doorstep that sunday in the rain,
your eyes told me before your lips did.
Sixty three hundred days is a long long time to wait for someone,
but I would do it all over again,
if it meant I could fall asleep in your arms one last time.
Next Autumn when the leaves turn rusty and fall from the trees,
I'll remember the afternoon we spent in Victoria park,
where you waded to the middle of the duckpond,
just because I said you wouldn't.
Your mother always told me when we stacked away the good china after Sunday lunch,
that your stubborness always got in the way of what was right.
You've been gone eight hours and still nobodies reminded me how difficult I can be at times.
Eight months later and everytime the phone rings I imagine your voice crackling down the line "come get me from the supermarket, I have sugar buns. "
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 12:10 AM UTC
United States Of America...the Land Of The Free, Home Of The Slave & Where The One's in Power keep enstablishing 1. Terror & Fear. 2. Corruption. 3. The New Babylonia. 4. Where the Political,Economical & Judicial Systems are curropted to an extent of allowing Pride,Sabotage,Savagery and for those who have build their Palace in an empty spiritual derivative for they in their mortal hearts full of secrecy and envious minds plot and scheme EVIL against this young man who has plainly come to share with Friends...Enemies...and even Stragers or ANY ONE willing to listen to the Truth about their Wicked Curropted Plans to allow them to misguide, confuse and even tamper with the TRUE SAINTS who are doing EVERYTHING in their power to buy a little more time for the sake of those STERN & Heart Of Stone people that are so difficut to enlighten them spiritually for their spirits are so saturated with corruption & evil ...always seeking a way to gratify their flesh and for AS Long as they graduated from their Police Acadamy have found ways to make more money by using the power of Law enforcement to enforce their own secret agenda.
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Adonai, on the Servant who writes this please all I ask is 3 things...If I were to pay with my LIFE at least let me have a crown and robe in that Heavenly Kingdom. 1. My name in The Book Of Life. 2 Allow me to administer my LOVE towards my Family. Friends and acequainces...let my transgressions be paid in full due to my Saviour "Jesus Christ The Only Begotten Son" who made himself a Man to atone all MANKIND'S sin. I hear they footsteps at the collossal heavenly door...If anyone hear me...anyone let him come rest...rest in the name of Jesus. Amen!!
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 9:27 AM UTC
In the great dephts of a collossal anthem
There were ray beams gathered, focused
Beautifully by a magic magnifying glass.
The true meaning of existence was living,
Breathing, focusing on step by steps little
Revelations; non-existing bouquets lit on
Misty meadows glowing in the morning
Dew drops budding on cherry blossoms.
He thought-nevertheless: he's falling into
The infinite abyss of his enticed farenheit
Hell, swirling his brilliant darkish mind to
The point of total absolute white, mingled
With blackness and sweet spectre of love
Profoundly smooched~wickedly nooked.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
yosemite, yosemite!!! when the sirens go off with a bang, let the trumpets reighn an then comes the rein, ferror of beings, king collossal!!! so much fear the pain will preach, then the label attracts with a gov collapse time will cease, GOD will elapse from seize, soo seizure!!!!
**** the diplomats, **** that ***** ***** puffy, forget them fugees, throw it down no pun intended!!! indeed i might achieve heavy freight with heaven gates, bill gates an alabama!!! money on my mind gotta satellite in space widda heat sensor looking down, lazer beamin that’ll take over the world!!!
bodies, illuminatic sanctions, hobbies, gravel an paint make the women faint!!! cant compete so its my treat, welcome to the life of the great backin!!! super power, super human, making gravity electricfy… poppin these trycromes handeling dice folds, so much dough call me pinky, *** sticky!!!
i said it once, woman ill say it again, 15 billion cash ain it thats nothing… 5 miles deep where i keep, underground castle, let the flood gates go, flood zone, might miss, got a miss, dont miss!!! i hit an keep gettin, i get it at it more then benjamin, 1 count n out knock floyd may out…
super junction, my tugg goes tougher then the bible, count sheep so i sleep, wifey wait!!! i cant, im the man on these fields, in these pens with the many mens, henns, bitchs n bottles!!! i smoke that hood grip… i invented it, i am that bompton an martin king out here n furgy!!!
Z-Pac
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 6:33 PM UTC
This Goliath he could defeat,
end his blaspheming words,
foul breath from collossal teeth.
Seeing young David, puny and small,
enraged the Giant, enough to call,
He swore, 'I will feed you to the cattle'
Though humble, and inexperienced
for the battle,
David knew,
this monster beyond strange,
had symptoms of a sick mind, deranged
Young David thought, I have you now!
Only grasses, fed the holy cow,
With humble body, full of love and light,
twas God's truth that won the fight.
it was the words that Goliath said,
made David know, this Giant's dead!
Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 6:22 PM UTC