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"darlin" poems
I lie on my back at midnight hearing the marvelous strange chime of the clocks, and know it's mid- night and in that instant the whole world swims into sight for me in the form of beautiful swarm- ing m u t t a worlds- everything is happening, shining Buhudda-lands, bhuti blazing in faith, I know I'm forever right & all's I got to do (as I hear the ordinary extant voices of ladies talking in some kitchen at midnight oilcloth cups of cocoa cardore to mump the rinnegain in his darlin drain-) i will write it, all the talk of the world everywhere in this morning, leav- ing open parentheses sections for my own accompanying inner thoughts-with roars of me all brain-all world roaring-vibrating-I put it down, swiftly, 1,000 words (of pages) compressed into one second of time-I'll be long robed & long gold haired in the famous Greek afternoon of some Greek City Fame Immortal & they'll have to find me where they find the t h n u p f t of my shroud bags flying flag yagging Lucien Midnight back in their mouths-Gore Vidal'll be amazed, annoyed- my words'll be writ in gold & preserved in libraries like Finnegans Wake & Visions of Neal
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Daydreams for Ginsberg
I remember our first date vividly you had your lustrous black dress on that displayed all your curves supermodel figure, shoe game was serious fashion killer had your hair in them short curls smelled like coconuts eyes were sparkling reflecting the moonlight with that red lipstick you were so gorgeous GOD'S canvas painted in that melanin you could have ruled the world evident you a Queen in my eyes a future bride, I was more nervous than you when we shared our first kiss floating butterflies got me feeling like a little kid, you stuck in my head like a lullaby Girl what's not love about you got me feeling like Dwele, you such a down the earth chick sophisticated not simple minded girl you stay educted, you into them old school tunes sung you that old Jays hit you're darlin darlin baby, you everything I hoped for in a woman can't be compared to no hoes you a strong Queen with goals, I love the way you get goofy when you start laugh but that's only when you comfortable, or when your eyebrows twitch when you get ****** I study your mannerisms, ain't nobody eles I love this deep you make me complete other girls just can't compete Girl U got me Girl U got me Girl U got me Girl U got me  (voice fades)
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Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 8:55 PM UTC
Girl U Got Me
the night whispers the black water fall of ashes that bloom into the sparrows of sorrow... the sorrow sparrows are back again sitting in the tangled woods of twisted trees. Van Gogh heard their voices bouncing off love's walls. the sorrow sparrows are leaning into me. my sad eyes, dream of you brother. I lean into the soft lit room searching for love's quiet hours, with sunlight flickering through willow trees. "don't cry, darlin," my wife whispers.
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Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 9:14 PM UTC
the sorrow sparrows
Lily Kesha Gump Sittin' on the curb of Bronx and Main Street How I wish I could wrap my arms around you Sweet little lady, lookin’ grown with a picture of her mama’s stare frozen on her face Wrists slung through the spaces of her thighs, waiting for a daydream And she sees me as I’m twirling by in my ruby reds and thigh high leather grace There you go darlin, She says to me   Scoring on my indigo smile She bites men to sleep With the crevices of her curves As her voice weakens wicked she pulls me out of my gloom There you go darlin, She says to me With a time bomb ticking On my pain pain pain And the pen is in my hand Before she even leaves my sight I love this city I love these women I love their shoes I love their smiles Cheeky little laughs   Someone once recommended When I was dancing under the shades of a neon lamp   From Homeless to Harvard by a woman named Liz or Marie Or maybe I read the title off of a screen when I walking with Maryanne on north Peachtree street And I remember Lily Kesha Gump How I wish I could wrap my arms around you And give you the life some white woman who doesn’t even know you Thinks you desire.
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Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 12:15 PM UTC
Sympathy
Lassie, sweetheart, love That's not my name Calling loudly, feel like I'm dying Embarrassed, school skirt flying Pet, darlin', hottie That's not my name Followed up the street, feeling scared Don't know how to get help, if I dared ***** **** **** That's not my name Cop a feel when you go by, want to be sick I'd never see you again, if only I could pick Girl, gorgeous, lovely That's not my name Mind blanks on procedure, sheer panic as you come Pushed up to a wall, you grab my *** Beautiful, star, babe That's not my name I cried when you came home with me After dinner, you claimed your fee
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Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 5:41 PM UTC
Sexism traps me
"Hey, Charles! I won't be back." His friend yells out before Continuing to eat the face off Of the young Latino he had met. "Ok! I guess I can get home.. Somehow..." He mumbles to himself, signaling to the Bartender that he wanted to order Something off menu. He pays no attention to the trans Woman who sits down beside him. "I'll have a watermelon sangria, please." he requests softly, but confidently. The lady by him chuckles, "Watermelon? That's odd." Her voice is rich with flavor, And humor. "It is odd. But so am I." He mumbles. "It seems that way, doesn't it? Well, at least now I can call you Melon Rather than ask your name!" "A rather odd nickname for an odd person." And so their conversation continued. It became all the more lively once 'Melon' had had a couple rounds. Both drunk and desperate, they Kiss passionately in the gay bar, Paying no heed to the others Yelling "Get a room!" Roaming hands. Stumbling up stairs. Drunken giggles. Broken speech. "You're so beautiful." He whispers. Skin against skin, Burning hot,   Both mad with desire. Panting. Groaning. Moaning. Ecstasy. It's late at night. They manage to call A taxi, and go home. Home to Melon's apartment. The next morning was spent Drinking ****** Mary's and Making an account of what Happened the night before. That, and more *** Hot, ****** *** Passionate, lively And loving *** Charles sits up in his bed. He feels something sticky. "Oh, that's disgusting!" ****** *** indeed. He stands up to clean himself Off in the bathroom, but he Hears the shower running. "Did I get laid last night?" He peeps into the shower And sees the woman from His dream. "Eva?" He asks. "Who else would it be?" "Why are you in my apartment?" Charles exclaims. Eva turns and Raises an eyebrow at him. "I live here, Melon." "Since when? We hooked Up just last night!" "Darlin', we've been married for 4 years!"
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Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 12:39 AM UTC
Wet Dream
"Hey, Charles! I won't be back." His friend yells out before Continuing to eat the face off Of the young Latino he had met. "Ok! I guess I can get home.. Somehow..." He mumbles to himself, signaling to the Bartender that he wanted to order Something off menu. He pays no attention to the trans Woman who sits down beside him. "I'll have a watermelon sangria, please." he requests softly, but confidently. The lady by him chuckles, "Watermelon? That's odd." Her voice is rich with flavor, And humor. "It is odd. But so am I." He mumbles. "It seems that way, doesn't it? Well, at least now I can call you Melon Rather than ask your name!" "A rather odd nickname for an odd person." And so their conversation continued. It became all the more lively once 'Melon' had had a couple rounds. Both drunk and desperate, they Kiss passionately in the gay bar, Paying no heed to the others Yelling "Get a room!" Roaming hands. Stumbling up stairs. Drunken giggles. Broken speech. "You're so beautiful." He whispers. Skin against skin, Burning hot,   Both mad with desire. Panting. Groaning. Moaning. Ecstasy. It's late at night. They manage to call A taxi, and go home. Home to Melon's apartment. The next morning was spent Drinking ****** Mary's and Making an account of what Happened the night before. That, and more *** Hot, ****** *** Passionate, lively And loving *** Charles sits up in his bed. He feels something sticky. "Oh, that's disgusting!" ****** *** indeed. He stands up to clean himself Off in the bathroom, but he Hears the shower running. "Did I get laid last night?" He peeps into the shower And sees the woman from His dream. "Eva?" He asks. "Who else would it be?" "Why are you in my apartment?" Charles exclaims. Eva turns and Raises an eyebrow at him. "I live here, Melon." "Since when? We hooked Up just last night!" "Darlin', we've been married for 4 years!"
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I woke up one day And I rode far away And when I came back A few weeks late i decided to shape up or else, its a long ride down How often do you walk home? Or should I say struggle Distances are more attainable In mixed up situations I am too deeply rooted in thought on the topic of meditation To help this patient I am inhabiting Enter: ************* bicycles I used to find Walking uphill And walking downhill Equally awful The climb to the top Is worth the fast ride down The topic of how many hills are around And how often we choose to climb them Will not  play in this ballgame Because cycling is a sport blood doping is dope breaking news: Livestrong sponsors the pope Without a helment You would tell me I look **** As I ride with no hands Don’t worry darlin’ I knew my hair looked good too Drinking whiskey at home you can make art I made that without you It all came out of my mouth And nostrils Without you I will puke again Without you Its true Rough mornings aren’t new their usually rough without you Only because my will is strong And if I didn’t livestrong My will -  still will included you Only if I died on someone else’s terms (spoiler no such thing) In an alternate universe You could be on my bike And I’d be ****** cold sober And when that bus hit me My mom wanted to give you what belonged to me - the one thing That survived the accident Ask a few old friends I survived a few Whether you knew Or not were on it or off Always on the bottom Jake Was a snake Before I met him That’s Kona bike history Living on Without me As I age I am learning To be loyal To all sorts of objects like bikes And women that own them. Withholding without me I can't see what it would be like without me - But lets be honest Its not so as much about the bikes As it is about bliss i've seen what its like without you It true If a bus ran over my *** tomorrow The first thing it would break is my heart You could start The day I stopped Riding my bike
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Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 3:35 AM UTC
**** Bike
I woke up one day And I rode far away And when I came back A few weeks late i decided to shape up or else, its a long ride down How often do you walk home? Or should I say struggle Distances are more attainable In mixed up situations I am too deeply rooted in thought on the topic of meditation To help this patient I am inhabiting Enter: ************* bicycles I used to find Walking uphill And walking downhill Equally awful The climb to the top Is worth the fast ride down The topic of how many hills are around And how often we choose to climb them Will not  play in this ballgame Because cycling is a sport blood doping is dope breaking news: Livestrong sponsors the pope Without a helment You would tell me I look **** As I ride with no hands Don’t worry darlin’ I knew my hair looked good too Drinking whiskey at home you can make art I made that without you It all came out of my mouth And nostrils Without you I will puke again Without you Its true Rough mornings aren’t new their usually rough without you Only because my will is strong And if I didn’t livestrong My will -  still will included you Only if I died on someone else’s terms (spoiler no such thing) In an alternate universe You could be on my bike And I’d be ****** cold sober And when that bus hit me My mom wanted to give you what belonged to me - the one thing That survived the accident Ask a few old friends I survived a few Whether you knew Or not were on it or off Always on the bottom Jake Was a snake Before I met him That’s Kona bike history Living on Without me As I age I am learning To be loyal To all sorts of objects like bikes And women that own them. Withholding without me I can't see what it would be like without me - But lets be honest Its not so as much about the bikes As it is about bliss i've seen what its like without you It true If a bus ran over my *** tomorrow The first thing it would break is my heart You could start The day I stopped Riding my bike
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First Kiss (Manchester to Miami) Rachel was a 19 year old student who attended the Royal Northern College of Music, located in Manchester UK. Manchester was considered the arts, media, higher education and commerce mecca of north central England. Bordered by the Cheshire plain to the south, and the Pennines mountain range to the north and east. The famous River Mersey ran along the southern side of Manchester. Rachel was packing for winter holiday with some of her classmates, to the warm beaches of Miami Florida, for a week long stay in the sun, far from the often dreary weather that settled over the UK this time of year. Not only was Rachel looking forward to the warm weather and sunny skies but she was looking forward to meeting up with Daniel. Daniel was a 40 something musician, beach bartender, handyman, who lived just outside of Miami. They had met on a poetry website seven months prior, and had established a warm friendship. They communicated almost daily threw emails, chat sites and through poetry exchanges. Their friendship had become more romantic in the last month or so, talking that silly love talk that new lovers used, and Rachel finished off every meeting with the initials AKTY at the end. AKTY stood for angel kisses to you, as Daniel liked to refer to her as his angel. they both were very excited about the chance to see each other, face to face. Rachel knew that the majority of Daniels poetry was slanted toward the romance side, and she knew from their conversations that he seemed to be educated, gentle and romantic. She was, they were, both looking forward to spending an evening together, holding hands,caressing each other, looking into each others eyes, and..... that first kiss. Kiss kiss kiss kiss hard rock guitars, lights and smoke Kiss, that first kiss, this is what, loves all about kiss, your sweet kiss, makes me go crazy, scream and shout your kiss, that angel kiss, can't live with out it, you drive me mad one kiss, just one kiss, from your sweet lips, blows my mind real bad don't know how I got by before you never want to try it no never again my darlin angel I adore you, since I met you you know i've been crazy, I've gone crazy, just can't get enuff, of you sweet baby dreaming, got me dreaming, every night baby, I don't mean maybe every kiss, like your first kiss, sets me ablaze, you know it takes me higher another kiss, I want another kiss, turn the flames up like a funeral pyre don't wanna try to get along without you never want to try it no never again my darlin angel I adore you, since I met you been waiting for that first kiss Gomer LePoet
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Apr 12, 2010
Apr 12, 2010 at 8:58 PM UTC
First Kiss (Act I -Manchester to Miami) A Rock Opera
First Kiss (Manchester to Miami) Rachel was a 19 year old student who attended the Royal Northern College of Music, located in Manchester UK. Manchester was considered the arts, media, higher education and commerce mecca of north central England. Bordered by the Cheshire plain to the south, and the Pennines mountain range to the north and east. The famous River Mersey ran along the southern side of Manchester. Rachel was packing for winter holiday with some of her classmates, to the warm beaches of Miami Florida, for a week long stay in the sun, far from the often dreary weather that settled over the UK this time of year. Not only was Rachel looking forward to the warm weather and sunny skies but she was looking forward to meeting up with Daniel. Daniel was a 40 something musician, beach bartender, handyman, who lived just outside of Miami. They had met on a poetry website seven months prior, and had established a warm friendship. They communicated almost daily threw emails, chat sites and through poetry exchanges. Their friendship had become more romantic in the last month or so, talking that silly love talk that new lovers used, and Rachel finished off every meeting with the initials AKTY at the end. AKTY stood for angel kisses to you, as Daniel liked to refer to her as his angel. they both were very excited about the chance to see each other, face to face. Rachel knew that the majority of Daniels poetry was slanted toward the romance side, and she knew from their conversations that he seemed to be educated, gentle and romantic. She was, they were, both looking forward to spending an evening together, holding hands,caressing each other, looking into each others eyes, and..... that first kiss. Kiss kiss kiss kiss hard rock guitars, lights and smoke Kiss, that first kiss, this is what, loves all about kiss, your sweet kiss, makes me go crazy, scream and shout your kiss, that angel kiss, can't live with out it, you drive me mad one kiss, just one kiss, from your sweet lips, blows my mind real bad don't know how I got by before you never want to try it no never again my darlin angel I adore you, since I met you you know i've been crazy, I've gone crazy, just can't get enuff, of you sweet baby dreaming, got me dreaming, every night baby, I don't mean maybe every kiss, like your first kiss, sets me ablaze, you know it takes me higher another kiss, I want another kiss, turn the flames up like a funeral pyre don't wanna try to get along without you never want to try it no never again my darlin angel I adore you, since I met you been waiting for that first kiss Gomer LePoet
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You think you’ve broken me down that I’ll never stand again, you think with hateful words you’ve landed the big win. So you think you know me… I’m a pushover because I’m kind don’t underestimate, I actually have a powerful mind! You don’t know the whole of it and never, you truly will, unlike you, I could never hurt another out of hatefulness or thrill! You are powerful with judgment and you think you give a great show, so go ahead, pick up that rock give it a good hard throw! But, remember this sweetheart actually, it’s something you should know, karma pays back in triple YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW! I’d tread a little more lightly if I were YOU, all that hatefulness you put out well, eventually darlin, that bills gonna come due! ~
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Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 9:39 PM UTC
You Reap What You Sow
When it pours she finds the rainbow In the sun she lets the wind flow Through her sun-kissed auburn hair Til the scent of perfume fills the open air When it’s cold she lies real close to me Til we breathe together in harmony And get lost inside a dream Waking up into a love supreme When I’m late she says, “Don’t drive too fast!” When dessert comes out we like to make it last And give each other one more special chance To make love with just some cheap romance She’s the killer of all my doubts and woes Wherever she goes the butterflies follow If I lose a job she says, “You’ll find another” She wants a grandkid for my darlin’ mother When she cries it takes the man outta me Knowing I’m not being what I know I can be So we cheer up with a slowdown moonlit dance And make love outta cheap romance
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 8:22 PM UTC
Cheap Romance
There's so much depth to your eyes The way they squint and tug at your frown When you wake up wearing your bed head And see me about to drown Do you think it will be worth it To close your eyes again and sleep in? If tomorrow never comes Then we'll never have to leave this bed But I'm a fool of yours For every word I've never said And if it comes from me inside out To tear away your clothes And see the beauty in your dance Then I'm here baring my teeth For a taste of your romance So write the saddest thought you have Write your biggest fear Now tell me darlin What do you really have to lose? Is it the thought that's too close For you to hold dear? Clutching heartache like its a fashion statement The point of this It's all exaggerated You're the perfect specimen of who you are You're the empty hole in my heart It's another night and we're playing with knives Getting sick on absinthe You hold your words to my throat And ask for the truth Wanting me to lie every step of the way There's danger in the way you love me so dearly It's tender I surrender Don't cut any deeper There's only so much of me I can hold on to When I'm around you Surrounding myself with the buttons off your dress I know I've made a mess And bathed in bleach But I wanted that dead hue Only to entertain you But I'm a fool of yours For every word I've never said And if it comes from me inside out To tear away your clothes And see the beauty in your dance Then I'm here baring my teeth For a taste of your romance So write the saddest thought you have Write your biggest fear Now tell me darlin What do you really have to lose? Is it the thought that's too close For you to hold dear? Clutching heartache like its a fashion statement The point of this It's all exaggerated You're the perfect specimen of who you are You're the empty hole in my heart Why do you call it a fault When I make you smile? Why do you call it a lie When I take your hand in mine? Is it something I did To make you wish me dead? So write the saddest thought you have Write your biggest fear Now tell me darlin What do you really have to lose? Is it the thought that's too close For you to hold dear? Clutching heartache like its a fashion statement The point of this It's all exaggerated You're the perfect specimen of who you are You're the empty hole in my heart And if it comes from me inside out To tear away your clothes And see the beauty in your dance Then I'm here baring my teeth For a last chance at your romance
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Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 10:21 AM UTC
Tu Me Manques
There's so much depth to your eyes The way they squint and tug at your frown When you wake up wearing your bed head And see me about to drown Do you think it will be worth it To close your eyes again and sleep in? If tomorrow never comes Then we'll never have to leave this bed But I'm a fool of yours For every word I've never said And if it comes from me inside out To tear away your clothes And see the beauty in your dance Then I'm here baring my teeth For a taste of your romance So write the saddest thought you have Write your biggest fear Now tell me darlin What do you really have to lose? Is it the thought that's too close For you to hold dear? Clutching heartache like its a fashion statement The point of this It's all exaggerated You're the perfect specimen of who you are You're the empty hole in my heart It's another night and we're playing with knives Getting sick on absinthe You hold your words to my throat And ask for the truth Wanting me to lie every step of the way There's danger in the way you love me so dearly It's tender I surrender Don't cut any deeper There's only so much of me I can hold on to When I'm around you Surrounding myself with the buttons off your dress I know I've made a mess And bathed in bleach But I wanted that dead hue Only to entertain you But I'm a fool of yours For every word I've never said And if it comes from me inside out To tear away your clothes And see the beauty in your dance Then I'm here baring my teeth For a taste of your romance So write the saddest thought you have Write your biggest fear Now tell me darlin What do you really have to lose? Is it the thought that's too close For you to hold dear? Clutching heartache like its a fashion statement The point of this It's all exaggerated You're the perfect specimen of who you are You're the empty hole in my heart Why do you call it a fault When I make you smile? Why do you call it a lie When I take your hand in mine? Is it something I did To make you wish me dead? So write the saddest thought you have Write your biggest fear Now tell me darlin What do you really have to lose? Is it the thought that's too close For you to hold dear? Clutching heartache like its a fashion statement The point of this It's all exaggerated You're the perfect specimen of who you are You're the empty hole in my heart And if it comes from me inside out To tear away your clothes And see the beauty in your dance Then I'm here baring my teeth For a last chance at your romance
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First, Thank you for this poetry, precious intellect. For employing each muse, under no objection-- Working hard so that the words in my head can sing their celebrations As if without effort, And take their leave in abstract Unity. Second, Thank you for my pain, you lying ************ Every time I fall under the spell of night silence, Unencumbered by those solemn realities, Somehow, still, I long to be bound in the ribbons of mental garrulousness. Because **** It'd sure be hard to write without any words-- Without the consequences of this troubled mind. So, it looks like you’ve found a convincing way to pitch the worth of suffering. And Darlin’, I suppose that I'll be the buyer of your generic brand of heartache-- Never cared for that top-shelf quick n’ done despair anyway. I must just have a pallet for lingering bitterness. Third, Thank you for this herb, mother nature. For the improvisational song that it sings in my veins, Tuning out prosaicism’s drone. For the rocking motion of my psyche That starts when the rapid and the slow converge, And the configuration of the fourth dimension warbles me to sleep In a chorus of veins— Conveying each of life’s cadences, All in vain Of what I myself Ordain.
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Feb 17, 2012
Feb 17, 2012 at 11:33 AM UTC
A List of Thanks
Tears lit up the night Flaws and fights Taking over a bunch Of wasted dream lunch You were drowned By my hurt and frowns Darlin, you cross the line I thought your thoughts were mine I see you walking fast So I let go of my hands on your back Hidden flames in the dark Tears flow fast
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Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 9:29 AM UTC
‘Tears’
Oh, so I'm the **** How's that? When the only person I've slept with Is the one you call darlin You know the one My batman How is it that I'm the **** When you've slept with everyone On Gods green earth? Watch what you say *** I'm not your mirror. ****
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Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 6:45 PM UTC
****
sugar high, sugar low i'll go as far as i can go make some new memories the one you'd never forget and the ones you want to forget oh take me down under ground bury me alongside with your past regrets I'm not gonna let you go.. Oh no, oh no, oh no.. Not gonna let you go... ahh sugar high, sugar low i'll go as far as i can go take you for a ride the one that never end but the one we're headed to is a dead dead dead end my darlin' bury me alongside with your past lovers I'm not gonna let you go.. Oh no, oh no, oh no.. Not gonna let you go... ooh sugar high, sugar low i'll go as far i can go i can't stop take a second look at you wondering if we did things in regret which it never really happened in the first place that's why i had to take a second to step back and take a second look at you bury me alongside with your past memories I'm not gonna let you go.. Oh no, oh no, oh no.. Not gonna let you go... oooh sugar high, sugar low i'll go as far i can go there's no off button i can't turn you off, my darlin' it's on replay, i keep seeing repeats late at night, i can't sleep memories of you on mute black and white on a broken down television bury me alongside with you ooh sugar high, sugar low i'll go as far i can go I'm not gonna let you go.. Oh no, oh no, oh no.. Not gonna let you go... ooh sugar high, sugar low i'll go as far i can go ooh sugar high, sugar low.. ooh sugar high, sugar low......
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Sep 14, 2010
Sep 14, 2010 at 5:48 PM UTC
Sugar High, Sugar Low
i was looking at you and thought it would be fun to shoot you in the *** and use a big gun you shook your **** hips and said do me in bed you pursed your pretty lips and said i like to be dead how do you figure i'll look good when i splatter please pull the trigger and watch my skull shatter no not in the head id rather shoot you in the belly please, baby, i said you know i love jelly you prefer stench to a hole in the skull whats wrong with you are you really that dull ok lets compromise a bullet in the **** wow that will hurt i will scream i will grunt i'm getting the fits i'm upset just a tad i'll shoot off your **** before i get mad alright honey let's make it fun ill open my legs you shoot the big gun i shot her once she ****** my **** i did her again she went into shock i'm not dead yet but i'm starting to fry whew i am really wet but when will i die soon darlin do you think you can *** i'm tryin hard love but i'm gettin pretty numb i shot her and shot her she spassed and she lurked i cumed in her mouth then she died when she ****** i kissed her good by she was **** to die i ****** her some more and went to the shore now she's dead i'm in a bad mood layen in bed i'm starting to brood two days later i met someone new she said i like guns what about you? i walked outside i started to cry she kissed my mouth and said im ready to die i fell on the ground ready to scream what a merry go round what a ***** dream :)
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May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 5:26 PM UTC
Shootin Poem..... ****
Twisted and broken Dancing And limping Your perfect puppet on strings, Bowing And Bending In time to your madness; A tiny porcelain ballerina Spinning on a pedestal, As you orchestrate our final symphony. My sweet, Scary Maestro of monsters, My Conductor of Chaos And pain, I adore you- My darlin, My puddin. Bleeding and hopeful Here I am, Still, By your side; Your fondest hit Your favorite toy to squeeze (the life out of) Your prisoner in love; (Your good girl) Begging for just a little more. Heave me over the side Again Drown me in your molten insanity, Push me under- Just. One. More. Time. To feel the thrills, The chills, The danger; The happiness Of liberating manic laughter- To feel the helpless despair As I perform in your circus. Here I am, To beg a bullet For these lips, That praise your deeds, And pray for release, For a mutual destruction, A final comedy written in blood. I guess... the joke is on me after all... Right, Mr. J?
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Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 3:57 AM UTC
Circus of Love
Look what the cat done drug in Slow on down... darlin’! Hol’ yo horses! Don’t go get’n a conniption fit Or get’n your knickers in a knot! Hush up Or’n I’m a goin **** a knot in yo tail! I’m busy as a one legged cat in a sandbox,   but I’m fixin tell what we got here at JuJu’s Now lookie here... we got crawfish mild spicy crawfish medium spicy crawfish spicy spicy we got crawfish with corn crawfish with sausage crawfish with potatoes we got crawfish with red sauce crawfish with pink sauce crawfish with melted butter If y’all a bit dry... we got crawfish with canned soda crawfish with bottled water crawfish with beer crawfish with BYOB Or we gots jus’ crawfish Go on an pick how yo’ want yo’ crawfish spiced, then go on an decide what yo’ wanna add!  I reckon we gots dang near 362,888 ways to eat these here mudbugs You might could get spicy spicy crawfish with Zummo’s sausage spicy spicy crawfish with corn spicy spicy crawfish with potatoes spicy spicy crawfish with Zummo’s sausage and corn spicy spicy crawfish with Zummo’s sausage and potatoes spicy spicy crawfish with Zummo’s sausage, corn and potatoes spicy spicy crawfish with Zummo’s sausage and beer spicy spicy crawfish with corn and beer spicy spicy crawfish with potatoes and beer spicy spicy crawfish with Zummo’s sausage, corn, potatoes and beer I could go on... till I’m plum tuckered out... but... Got it?  You good?? You want mushrooms Well, I’ll be Don’t go axin... what we ain’t got No siree bob, no mushrooms We also ain’t got tea, sweet or unsweet But sweet’s the only way to have tea sweetie If you want soda, you can get Coke, Diet Coke, Sprite, Dr Pepper Diet Dr Pepper, Hawaiian Punch, Brisk Tea Or Root Beer We also got shrimp... just boiled We also got gloves... half a dollar Well, I’m worn slap out! Watcha have a hankerin for?    Take your own sweet time!   Sit a spell You’ll soon be full as a tick on a big dog! Happy as a dead pig in sunshine! You’ll wanna slap yer mama! Can’t decide hon? I do declare! Aren’t you precious? (now... he startin get on my last nerve) Still...can’t make up your mind? Well... I can’t do it fer ya! (bout aggravatin as a rock) You picky?   (Lawd have mercy!) Bless your heart!   ©  2019 Jim Davis
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Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 11:41 PM UTC
JuJu’s Crawfish Shak
Look what the cat done drug in Slow on down... darlin’! Hol’ yo horses! Don’t go get’n a conniption fit Or get’n your knickers in a knot! Hush up Or’n I’m a goin **** a knot in yo tail! I’m busy as a one legged cat in a sandbox,   but I’m fixin tell what we got here at JuJu’s Now lookie here... we got crawfish mild spicy crawfish medium spicy crawfish spicy spicy we got crawfish with corn crawfish with sausage crawfish with potatoes we got crawfish with red sauce crawfish with pink sauce crawfish with melted butter If y’all a bit dry... we got crawfish with canned soda crawfish with bottled water crawfish with beer crawfish with BYOB Or we gots jus’ crawfish Go on an pick how yo’ want yo’ crawfish spiced, then go on an decide what yo’ wanna add!  I reckon we gots dang near 362,888 ways to eat these here mudbugs You might could get spicy spicy crawfish with Zummo’s sausage spicy spicy crawfish with corn spicy spicy crawfish with potatoes spicy spicy crawfish with Zummo’s sausage and corn spicy spicy crawfish with Zummo’s sausage and potatoes spicy spicy crawfish with Zummo’s sausage, corn and potatoes spicy spicy crawfish with Zummo’s sausage and beer spicy spicy crawfish with corn and beer spicy spicy crawfish with potatoes and beer spicy spicy crawfish with Zummo’s sausage, corn, potatoes and beer I could go on... till I’m plum tuckered out... but... Got it?  You good?? You want mushrooms Well, I’ll be Don’t go axin... what we ain’t got No siree bob, no mushrooms We also ain’t got tea, sweet or unsweet But sweet’s the only way to have tea sweetie If you want soda, you can get Coke, Diet Coke, Sprite, Dr Pepper Diet Dr Pepper, Hawaiian Punch, Brisk Tea Or Root Beer We also got shrimp... just boiled We also got gloves... half a dollar Well, I’m worn slap out! Watcha have a hankerin for?    Take your own sweet time!   Sit a spell You’ll soon be full as a tick on a big dog! Happy as a dead pig in sunshine! You’ll wanna slap yer mama! Can’t decide hon? I do declare! Aren’t you precious? (now... he startin get on my last nerve) Still...can’t make up your mind? Well... I can’t do it fer ya! (bout aggravatin as a rock) You picky?   (Lawd have mercy!) Bless your heart!   ©  2019 Jim Davis
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When he calls me darling, his hand is holding mine. When he calls me darling, my anger lasts a short amount of time. When he calls me darling, all my sadness slips away, Except when I realize he won't be mine, all of those things replay. But when he calls me darling, I desire for just his touch. I desire for him to hold me, he does not have to say much. And when he calls me darling, the world is suddenly alright. But when he calls me darling, I remember he isn't mine. But it still means the whole world to me, and he still means a whole lot. because he was the first and only one to know me, with all my weaknesses or not. He recognized my strength, but caressed me for my weakness, He recognized my reality, its fatality and its craziness. He saw all the walls I had built up, and had painted to show how I felt. Except my side of the wall was real and the other side was not. I showed the whole world what I was capable of, What I was faking and breaking up. He recognized me for my flaws, and accepted me for all. He recognized all my mistakes and took me by the hand, and showed me this place. This place he was never capable of living in, but that he had shown to many. He took me by the hand and said, "Darlin' here I am. And here is this place, you can live here if you want to, but not within my embrace. You must choose one or the other, eventually but not now. I will stay but only for a while, until you sleep safely in the clouds." I chose not long ago, to give up and release them both. But he took me by my hand, and told me darling, you must go home. That place was meant to be the one thing that kept you going. I'm here only for the moment, and to keep your memories floating. So go back, he cried, and be happy. Because I cannot give that to you. But I brought you here my darling, Let your sorrows wash away and disappear. When he calls me darling, his hand is always in mine. And when he calls me darling, I am reminded of that time. When the whole world had wanted him, but only was he mine.
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Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
When He Calls Me Darling
When he calls me darling, his hand is holding mine. When he calls me darling, my anger lasts a short amount of time. When he calls me darling, all my sadness slips away, Except when I realize he won't be mine, all of those things replay. But when he calls me darling, I desire for just his touch. I desire for him to hold me, he does not have to say much. And when he calls me darling, the world is suddenly alright. But when he calls me darling, I remember he isn't mine. But it still means the whole world to me, and he still means a whole lot. because he was the first and only one to know me, with all my weaknesses or not. He recognized my strength, but caressed me for my weakness, He recognized my reality, its fatality and its craziness. He saw all the walls I had built up, and had painted to show how I felt. Except my side of the wall was real and the other side was not. I showed the whole world what I was capable of, What I was faking and breaking up. He recognized me for my flaws, and accepted me for all. He recognized all my mistakes and took me by the hand, and showed me this place. This place he was never capable of living in, but that he had shown to many. He took me by the hand and said, "Darlin' here I am. And here is this place, you can live here if you want to, but not within my embrace. You must choose one or the other, eventually but not now. I will stay but only for a while, until you sleep safely in the clouds." I chose not long ago, to give up and release them both. But he took me by my hand, and told me darling, you must go home. That place was meant to be the one thing that kept you going. I'm here only for the moment, and to keep your memories floating. So go back, he cried, and be happy. Because I cannot give that to you. But I brought you here my darling, Let your sorrows wash away and disappear. When he calls me darling, his hand is always in mine. And when he calls me darling, I am reminded of that time. When the whole world had wanted him, but only was he mine.
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The music flowed as smoke rings littered the barroom ghosts for a second washed clean by the smell of stale beer and worn out lines. It's here I'm home and here I'm most detached from it all I'm invisible only wanting to view and catch a buzz to chase the nights passing . I sometimes question this existence wonder why the **** no direction suits me best . I used to fight the urge now I simply have grown to tired to care . And where odes another find themselves sitting next to me? Maybe I'm to damaged maybe I'm just happy being alone . I haven't found the answers cause I truly never gave a **** about the questions to begin with. There's more reflection in a empty seldom clean bar glass than within my heart darlin and my times all that matters to me now . I have no options and the past is dead to me as the person who most hold to be the man I no longer can be . There's always a fire burning I just wash it clean to keep you away. Maybe when I'm lost home seems the furthest place from my thoughts . Like some left behind castaway I have simply went insane with time. Underneath the lights reflection I stand the same fractured and wanting nothing more than a stiff drink and some old song to keep me company into this smoke cast fade . Maybe home is anywhere I choose it to be . So try not to question the man who is but a stranger to even me. Cheers
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Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC
On Many A Night And A Fullmoon
Never have I been the best at hiding how I feel.  There is no peaceful game.  My face reveals the truth.  Never to be doubted.  Nothing left to wonder.  Still, I reign it in.  I stifle my reality in an attempt to keep you close.  So tender-hearted beneath that thickening shell.  The shell I penetrated somehow.  Once you found me in your heart, you pushed with all your might.  Trying to get me out.  I cannot be budged. Yet, I am not free to love you.  You refuse to let me be yours in theory or practice.  You love me, but not by choice.  Fear of the possibility of pain keeps you at bay.  Yet saving yourself from pain has deemed my own inconsequential.  For running from me pulls out my heart.   **Pushing me away What's best, or just what's easy Burns holes in my soul** Not one to take the easy way out.  Suffering to love you.  There is no expectation of love requited.  There is nothing but a dream, part memory part wishful thinking.  Hot needles still poke at me, slowly breaking me down.  Weakening my very being with the sharp jabs of stinging words or careless action, or worse...absolute inaction.  I have learned to stop expecting the "Morning Sunshine" or "'Night Darlin'" that used to brighten each day.  Those thoughtless things, the tiny nothing things that let me know I was on your mind.  So far from nothing those nothings were.  Days and nights seem incomplete in their absence.  Weaning to make your days bearable makes mine unendurable, empty, and melancholy has come to underlie all things.   **Joy of love melts ice Heat smothered by a tear cloud Threadbare soul survives** Challenges faced sideways leave blind spots. Choices made by indecision.  Letting mistakes be made, watching as they choose wrong. I see the truth and know what I know.  Everything is aligned for my own misfortune.  For as a bystander, I lay no claims.  Anything I do will hasten the inevitable.  So I let the weaning drip down to nothing.  Reluctantly I watch as you disappear with my heart in hand.  I stood firm as you ran away in place.  You turned to me, you needed me, you loved me.  As the clouds dissipate and the sun creeps over the horizon, With the blue sky I turn to mist. Slowly fading to the past.  A ghost of could've been, used to be, and never was **Surrender takes time                         Reluctantly relinquished                                                I will fight no more**
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Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 12:36 AM UTC
So the Story Goes (a Haibun)
Never have I been the best at hiding how I feel.  There is no peaceful game.  My face reveals the truth.  Never to be doubted.  Nothing left to wonder.  Still, I reign it in.  I stifle my reality in an attempt to keep you close.  So tender-hearted beneath that thickening shell.  The shell I penetrated somehow.  Once you found me in your heart, you pushed with all your might.  Trying to get me out.  I cannot be budged. Yet, I am not free to love you.  You refuse to let me be yours in theory or practice.  You love me, but not by choice.  Fear of the possibility of pain keeps you at bay.  Yet saving yourself from pain has deemed my own inconsequential.  For running from me pulls out my heart.   **Pushing me away What's best, or just what's easy Burns holes in my soul** Not one to take the easy way out.  Suffering to love you.  There is no expectation of love requited.  There is nothing but a dream, part memory part wishful thinking.  Hot needles still poke at me, slowly breaking me down.  Weakening my very being with the sharp jabs of stinging words or careless action, or worse...absolute inaction.  I have learned to stop expecting the "Morning Sunshine" or "'Night Darlin'" that used to brighten each day.  Those thoughtless things, the tiny nothing things that let me know I was on your mind.  So far from nothing those nothings were.  Days and nights seem incomplete in their absence.  Weaning to make your days bearable makes mine unendurable, empty, and melancholy has come to underlie all things.   **Joy of love melts ice Heat smothered by a tear cloud Threadbare soul survives** Challenges faced sideways leave blind spots. Choices made by indecision.  Letting mistakes be made, watching as they choose wrong. I see the truth and know what I know.  Everything is aligned for my own misfortune.  For as a bystander, I lay no claims.  Anything I do will hasten the inevitable.  So I let the weaning drip down to nothing.  Reluctantly I watch as you disappear with my heart in hand.  I stood firm as you ran away in place.  You turned to me, you needed me, you loved me.  As the clouds dissipate and the sun creeps over the horizon, With the blue sky I turn to mist. Slowly fading to the past.  A ghost of could've been, used to be, and never was **Surrender takes time                         Reluctantly relinquished                                                I will fight no more**
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My words have just been ramblin', I left the rhyming state of mind. The ace of spades is gamblin', but the rabbit's now on time. Elevator going down, catching buses to the sound. How do I know that I am late? Time exists in spite of fate. We're racing, now, against the clock in circles, 'round the spokes. I've forgotten how the ticking tocks, for the gears have been long broke. Darlin', won't you take my hand? They're try'na pull you under and together we can leave this land, but you must know just where you stand. - This shortcut leads to trouble, but you'll get there on the double. Bad ideas, I've had a couple; my shattered thoughts within the rubble. Broken fragments of my mind, my fate's aligning just in time. To the past, I'm disinclined; looking down an uphill climb. - You're sending me a message about the faithfulness of love; the white rabbit left me breathless, I still don't know what you speak of. "I chose you, please choose me, too?" I'm running, but I don't know what to. I've fallen down the rabbit's hole, into a world without console.
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 6:02 PM UTC
Hatter's Hare
Let's dance to the boogie in the room. Hearts pound, energy abound, the hips sway. Cyclical time baby caught in the flume. Fall into me sweetheart, your soul's astray. Arm spread eagles escape into the sound. Could we maybe find peace in this madness? Further gone, blue, red, green, and white abound. EVERYBODY! This love we must address. One more hit, swig, swag, tab, maybe a dab and we're off on the moon again singin. Lay all your innocent out on the slab cuz darlin o girl their love'll be ringin.
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Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 2:16 PM UTC
Neon Lights and a little Jam
you may cry now hello seattle coffee beans on the window sill wilting sunflower i didn't know you would leave me in a battle thought you'd save me they **** but new blue skies every hour ginger cat meows only him and i in apartment tv is on laptop charging clothes on floor and bed how you left it how sit on the chair i can't you aren't sitting with me darlin' cat is hungry wasn't fed open fridge there is a note buy one milk and three breads your handwriting when do you come cat is ok he ate in boat in bathtub toilet paper shreds i write in book keep in margin with love like rome why is there soap you put in the fridge? humming bird mind air conditioner legit empty mailbox work to do photos of bridge ice cream so fine nice to be happy a bit maybe it will last, coo! bet your house messi score that he did not he missed goal change channel mancini's scarf on coatrack blues miss him too do they will you read this on your bat cricket is good you are better, soul is there internet or is there lack hope you will find way home yay
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 5:58 AM UTC
poetry: (1) come home?
On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few, And men of religion are scanty, On a road never cross'd 'cept by folk that are lost, One Michael Magee had a shanty. Now this Mike was the dad of a ten year old lad, Plump, healthy, and stoutly conditioned; He was strong as the best, but poor Mike had no rest For the youngster had never been christened. And his wife used to cry, 'If the darlin' should die Saint Peter would not recognise him.' But by luck he survived till a preacher arrived, Who agreed straightaway to baptise him. Now the artful young rogue, while they held their collogue, With his ear to the keyhole was listenin', And he muttered in fright, while his features turned white, 'What the divil and all is this christenin'?' He was none of your dolts, he had seen them brand colts, And it seemed to his small understanding, If the man in the frock made him one of the flock, It must mean something very like branding. So away with a rush he set off for the bush, While the tears in his eyelids they glistened — ''Tis outrageous,' says he, 'to brand youngsters like me, I'll be dashed if I'll stop to be christened!' Like a young native dog he ran into a log, And his father with language uncivil, Never heeding the 'praste' cried aloud in his haste, 'Come out and be christened, you divil!' But he lay there as snug as a bug in a rug, And his parents in vain might reprove him, Till his reverence spoke (he was fond of a joke) 'I've a notion,' says he, 'that'll move him.' 'Poke a stick up the log, give the spalpeen a prog; Poke him aisy — don't hurt him or maim him, 'Tis not long that he'll stand, I've the water at hand, As he rushes out this end I'll name him. 'Here he comes, and for shame! ye've forgotten the name — Is it Patsy or Michael or Dinnis?' Here the youngster ran out, and the priest gave a shout — 'Take your chance, anyhow, wid 'Maginnis'!' As the howling young cub ran away to the scrub Where he knew that pursuit would be risky, The priest, as he fled, flung a flask at his head That was labelled 'MAGINNIS'S WHISKY'! And Maginnis Magee has been made a J.P., And the one thing he hates more than sin is To be asked by the folk, who have heard of the joke, How he came to be christened 'Maginnis'!
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A Bush Christening
On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few, And men of religion are scanty, On a road never cross'd 'cept by folk that are lost, One Michael Magee had a shanty. Now this Mike was the dad of a ten year old lad, Plump, healthy, and stoutly conditioned; He was strong as the best, but poor Mike had no rest For the youngster had never been christened. And his wife used to cry, 'If the darlin' should die Saint Peter would not recognise him.' But by luck he survived till a preacher arrived, Who agreed straightaway to baptise him. Now the artful young rogue, while they held their collogue, With his ear to the keyhole was listenin', And he muttered in fright, while his features turned white, 'What the divil and all is this christenin'?' He was none of your dolts, he had seen them brand colts, And it seemed to his small understanding, If the man in the frock made him one of the flock, It must mean something very like branding. So away with a rush he set off for the bush, While the tears in his eyelids they glistened — ''Tis outrageous,' says he, 'to brand youngsters like me, I'll be dashed if I'll stop to be christened!' Like a young native dog he ran into a log, And his father with language uncivil, Never heeding the 'praste' cried aloud in his haste, 'Come out and be christened, you divil!' But he lay there as snug as a bug in a rug, And his parents in vain might reprove him, Till his reverence spoke (he was fond of a joke) 'I've a notion,' says he, 'that'll move him.' 'Poke a stick up the log, give the spalpeen a prog; Poke him aisy — don't hurt him or maim him, 'Tis not long that he'll stand, I've the water at hand, As he rushes out this end I'll name him. 'Here he comes, and for shame! ye've forgotten the name — Is it Patsy or Michael or Dinnis?' Here the youngster ran out, and the priest gave a shout — 'Take your chance, anyhow, wid 'Maginnis'!' As the howling young cub ran away to the scrub Where he knew that pursuit would be risky, The priest, as he fled, flung a flask at his head That was labelled 'MAGINNIS'S WHISKY'! And Maginnis Magee has been made a J.P., And the one thing he hates more than sin is To be asked by the folk, who have heard of the joke, How he came to be christened 'Maginnis'!
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