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"goe" poems
Fresh Spring, the herald of loves mighty king, In whose cote-armour richly are displayd All sorts of flowers, the which on earth do spring, In goodly colours gloriously arrayd— Goe to my love, where she is carelesse layd, Yet in her winters bowre not well awake; Tell her the joyous time wil not be staid, Unlesse she doe him by the forelock take; Bid her therefore her selfe soone ready make, To wayt on Love amongst his lovely crew; Where every one, that misseth then her make, Shall be by him amearst with penance dew. Make hast, therefore, sweet love, whilest it is prime; For none can call againe the passèd time.
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Whilst It Is Prime
Stay you Stay true Change not Others has been in your shoes and got talked about and criticized too! Be different. Why be the same? Even twins hates dressing the same way. Others has faced comments for being different Critiqued for drawing attention by those seeking control. Muhammad Ali, totally tested authority of rules. Got talked about by the same kinds crying about your sportsmanships of being different. Stay being Cam. When others cries about your ways. Goe Rhett Butler and say, you don't give a **** James Harris, Warren Moon and Jefferson Street Joe Gilliam all went before you. And was questioned about being a quarterback too! Notice if let to some you be playing a different position. Doug Williams, changed all that when he became the first Superbowl winning quarterback. Sure you could cave in and pretend the act of a Russel Wilson simply to be liked. But being Cam is what you most in life should always be like? Cause the press media doesn't pay your bills at night.
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Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 12:41 PM UTC
Being Cam
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 8:11 PM UTC
My Higgorramous
One day soon this world will Realize that it's not worth Dying because people don't agree..... It doesn't matter if someone or No one agrees with you, really it doesn't. And having a different opinion Really truly is what makes us unique. Yeserday is the past and Let's learn from It, not repeat the same mistakes! For centuries, we've been repeating history; Each day that goe by is a new chance for a new beginning. Change starts with you!
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Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 12:07 AM UTC
Ordinary Life
A shadow was cast upon the shoreline at the dawn's dusk Twas a memory of myself from years past A reminder of bitter years and hateful leers that I sneered to my fellow people Through shadow lines was something else created inside a sheltered doom Gazing upon the waters edge contemplating the nearest ledge to fall from as The straightened limbs protruding into air so thick became weighted from it's highest peek A visitor upon the planet's flow in daylight turned to nighttime glow Wishing a normal type of visage for ones lonely existence Yet realizing the normal isn't always what it seems
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Apr 21, 2012
Apr 21, 2012 at 6:34 PM UTC
Goe ahead and hate it and do it with conviction and visceration
Days of a crise in peoples minds Days goe and surround us with splendor of a poor man seeking to get what he wants. Calling it crise, I am not about to die. Minutes go, and the world has lost its inspiration seeking to what it wants Entering spice dime of shade I am not about to die. What a favor, to see such haze of a warm atmosphere in a weather thy beauty were people just like to pass by and seek the one the others insufficiency. As day pass by, thinking, we are not about to die. Elize K.
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Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 8:37 PM UTC
The little and big time
I'll burn away the guilt, burn away the pain... Down the drain, it goes, the way it flows, the way it goes, and shows The things refused to be uphold and... Done! So, One, will be divine Likeswine, will the - I - be cruscified, so ALL will laugh... Go back, go back; the crack, the thumm, the whisper and the shout; so ******* LOUD, SO **** OBSCENE! It has been neverso, before... the snow, the shore... the gulf, the fire... It quite does not make sense... But if you look at it, deny it, cry it, feel it, and enjoy it. Be it. Never let it go! No, no, no, no, no! If you let something go; away And it was meant to stay, you will regret no more, oh, NO! Things don't let you go until you GO -> As if it matters anymore, so why, would I, Let GO? Frustratingly sedated or Sedatingly frustrated, fly-hated unwillingly positivated, opiumated, loved and hated... Never letting go, or letting go of NEVER goes around of EVER that doesn't give a *** So go let not of nothing, that has goe of you; So maybe; retune, refine AND LET SOME GO;... (at least before it snows, man...)
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 9:10 AM UTC
"Why would I"