"cozened" poems - Hello Poetry

Who are you to wave your finger? Ya' must have been out your head. Eye hole deep in muddy waters, You practically raised the dead. Rob the grave, to snow the cradle then burn the evidence down. Soapbox, house of cards and glass, so don't go tossin' your stones all around. You must have been high. You must have been high. You must have been- Foot in mouth, and head up ******* what'cha talkin' 'bout? Difficult to dance 'round this one 'til you pull it out, boy; You must have been so high. You must have been so high. Steal, borrow, refer, save your shady inference. kangaroo done hung the juror with the innocent. Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo Got lemon juice up in your EYE! When you ****** all over my black kettle You must have been HIGH, HIGH You must have been HIGH, HIGH Who are you to wave your finger, so full of it? Eyeballs deep in muddy waters, fuckin' hypocrite. Liar, lawyer, mirror; show me: What's the difference? kangaroo done hung the guilty with the innocent. Now you'll weep or change the cozened indigo; got lemon juice up in your high-eye, when you ****** all over my black kettle You musta been! So who are you to wave your finger? Who are you to wave your fatty fingers at me? You must, have been, out your, mind! Weepin' shades of indigo shed without a reason weepin' shades of indigo Liar, lawyer, Mirror for ya, what's the difference? kangaroo be ****** he's guilty as the government Now, will you weep or, change the cozened indigo; got lemon juice up in your, EYE! EYE! Now when you ****** all over my black kettle. You musta been HIGH, HIGH, HIGH, HIGH. Eyeballs deep in muddy waters Your ***** deep in muddy waters; ***** p-lease! You must have been out your MIND!

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Oct 16, 2013

Oct 16, 2013 at 5:03 AM UTC

Anubis-the-Philosomancer

The *** - Tool

Who are you to wave your finger? Ya' must have been out your head. Eye hole deep in muddy waters, You practically raised the dead. Rob the grave, to snow the cradle then burn the evidence down. Soapbox, house of cards and glass, so don't go tossin' your stones all around. You must have been high. You must have been high. You must have been- Foot in mouth, and head up ******* what'cha talkin' 'bout? Difficult to dance 'round this one 'til you pull it out, boy; You must have been so high. You must have been so high. Steal, borrow, refer, save your shady inference. kangaroo done hung the juror with the innocent. Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo Got lemon juice up in your EYE! When you ****** all over my black kettle You must have been HIGH, HIGH You must have been HIGH, HIGH Who are you to wave your finger, so full of it? Eyeballs deep in muddy waters, fuckin' hypocrite. Liar, lawyer, mirror; show me: What's the difference? kangaroo done hung the guilty with the innocent. Now you'll weep or change the cozened indigo; got lemon juice up in your high-eye, when you ****** all over my black kettle You musta been! So who are you to wave your finger? Who are you to wave your fatty fingers at me? You must, have been, out your, mind! Weepin' shades of indigo shed without a reason weepin' shades of indigo Liar, lawyer, Mirror for ya, what's the difference? kangaroo be ****** he's guilty as the government Now, will you weep or, change the cozened indigo; got lemon juice up in your, EYE! EYE! Now when you ****** all over my black kettle. You musta been HIGH, HIGH, HIGH, HIGH. Eyeballs deep in muddy waters Your ***** deep in muddy waters; ***** p-lease! You must have been out your MIND!

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The river of ink flows dark cozened blue, Flowing so smoothly from a source made of true. It carves out a path with many a turn; O! To see how those ill waters churn. But the river drys up as the ink feels its age And the lies begin to fill up the page; Steeped in sepia, fading to sight As the river of ink drys up in the light. So we mourn for the river that told us the truth, For the source we knew held the fountain of youth, And we curl up our bones in the dust of our ink And cry for the truths that taught us to think.

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Aug 27, 2016

Aug 27, 2016 at 12:25 PM UTC

mv-blake

The River of Cozen

The river of ink flows dark cozened blue, Flowing so smoothly from a source made of true. It carves out a path with many a turn; O! To see how those ill waters churn. But the river drys up as the ink feels its age And the lies begin to fill up the page; Steeped in sepia, fading to sight As the river of ink drys up in the light. So we mourn for the river that told us the truth, For the source we knew held the fountain of youth, And we curl up our bones in the dust of our ink And cry for the truths that taught us to think.

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A cozened rose perforated into bloodlines nights ive painted. Cold and distant in the frail light broken words to my folded eyes. Strikingly pale to the sentence that I bear down in my wishes.

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Jan 25, 2019

Jan 25, 2019 at 7:34 PM UTC

matt-sol

Untitled

A cozened rose perforated into bloodlines nights ive painted. Cold and distant in the frail light broken words to my folded eyes. Strikingly pale to the sentence that I bear down in my wishes.

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A badge without condition bought cheap, from a thrift store Lies with brass medals and plastic ribbon, from uncaring hands. A paid add on the paper floor, claps on the back from glad-hands, Claps for marrying poor, she’s worth it, all her rotten core. You walk with conceit, when the army stamped it’s boot, A doctor’s note, before the sarge could break your seat. Readies from your parent’s purse, a hand-out on the brew. You queue for ****** on the roads in a pimped-out hearse. Slurred words drawl from the dark, blood spit on the street, Fistfights punctuate grammar like an exclamation mark. You clone another you, spat from the womb cold; A mother’s love wrapped in smoke of cozened blue. There is no end to your ambition.

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Feb 26, 2015

Feb 26, 2015 at 7:10 PM UTC

mv-blake

Apathy for the Distopian

A badge without condition bought cheap, from a thrift store Lies with brass medals and plastic ribbon, from uncaring hands. A paid add on the paper floor, claps on the back from glad-hands, Claps for marrying poor, she’s worth it, all her rotten core. You walk with conceit, when the army stamped it’s boot, A doctor’s note, before the sarge could break your seat. Readies from your parent’s purse, a hand-out on the brew. You queue for ****** on the roads in a pimped-out hearse. Slurred words drawl from the dark, blood spit on the street, Fistfights punctuate grammar like an exclamation mark. You clone another you, spat from the womb cold; A mother’s love wrapped in smoke of cozened blue. There is no end to your ambition.

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Who are you to wave your finger so full of it High voltage in low water, what a hypocrite Who are you to tell i'm a lier Suffering on your inside and blaming me You must have been outta your head Eye hole deep in muddy waters You practically raised the dead Rob the grave to snow the cradle Then burn the evidence down Living in a glass house collecting stones So don't go tossing your stones around Foot in your mouth and your head up your *** So what are you talking about Difficult to dance around this one Until you pull it out Liar, lawyer, mirror, show me what's the difference Steal, borrow, refer, to save your shady inference Kangaroo done hung the juror with the innocent Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo Got lemon juice up in your eye When you ****** all over my black kettle She must have been high

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Mar 27, 2015

Mar 27, 2015 at 11:30 AM UTC

kidcalvoaolcom

She must have been high

Who are you to wave your finger so full of it High voltage in low water, what a hypocrite Who are you to tell i'm a lier Suffering on your inside and blaming me You must have been outta your head Eye hole deep in muddy waters You practically raised the dead Rob the grave to snow the cradle Then burn the evidence down Living in a glass house collecting stones So don't go tossing your stones around Foot in your mouth and your head up your *** So what are you talking about Difficult to dance around this one Until you pull it out Liar, lawyer, mirror, show me what's the difference Steal, borrow, refer, to save your shady inference Kangaroo done hung the juror with the innocent Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo Got lemon juice up in your eye When you ****** all over my black kettle She must have been high

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A cozened rose perforated into bloodlines nights ive painted. Cold and distant, in the frail light, broken words to my folded eyes. Strikingly pale to the sentence that I bear down in my wishes.

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Jan 28, 2019

Jan 28, 2019 at 4:20 PM UTC

matt-sol

Cozened

A cozened rose perforated into bloodlines nights ive painted. Cold and distant, in the frail light, broken words to my folded eyes. Strikingly pale to the sentence that I bear down in my wishes.

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