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"hydra" poems

* *The Dragon steals the waters of life, The Dragon steals the waters of life, The Dragon steals the waters of life,* * * a Hydra eats those who lie. * *This is the story of Darr-en Gunn, His life was a short-en-ed one. While hunting some snakes having no lucky breaks. Found himself consumed by a gi-ant one. Was warned of one snake, the seven-headed Drake. Found himself consumed by a gi-ant one. In Old Foggie swamps lies a place he haunts. With a hunter digesting in a Dra-gon! *The Dragon steals the waters of life, The Dragon steals the waters of life, The Dragon steals the waters of life,* * * a Hydra eats those who lie. All children should learn of a swamp that churns. In a place where they say the wa-ter burns!

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Sep 12, 2018

Sep 12, 2018 at 11:14 AM UTC

david-john-mowers

Rhyme of a Hydra

* *The Dragon steals the waters of life, The Dragon steals the waters of life, The Dragon steals the waters of life,* * * a Hydra eats those who lie. * *This is the story of Darr-en Gunn, His life was a short-en-ed one. While hunting some snakes having no lucky breaks. Found himself consumed by a gi-ant one. Was warned of one snake, the seven-headed Drake. Found himself consumed by a gi-ant one. In Old Foggie swamps lies a place he haunts. With a hunter digesting in a Dra-gon! *The Dragon steals the waters of life, The Dragon steals the waters of life, The Dragon steals the waters of life,* * * a Hydra eats those who lie. All children should learn of a swamp that churns. In a place where they say the wa-ter burns!

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i. "Why did the number of parking tickets spike when Persephone was carried off to the underworld? Demeter wasn't working." She liked greek mythology puns. It was a good thing I was creative. ii. Truth or Dare, I asked her what was the best decision she's ever made. she answered with, "In 7th grade I named my puppy Achilles, so when I saw him I could say, 'Achilles, heel!'" iii. It took me two weeks to realise that when we held hands, I wasn't really holding her hand, but a chainsaw, ready to slash through anything that stood in our way like Hercules chopping off the Hydra's head. I was immortal. iv. August eleventh; 9 PM we watched for the meteor shower. I connected the freckles splayed upon her knee, told her they looked like the constellation of Cassiopeia. "Be Sirius" she jested. v. She had a bad habit of smoking at the beach and I Wondered if she knew that with every single flick of ash into the water, Poseidon was cursing her to the River Styx. vi. Headaches visited her often, I joked that maybe she was getting ready to birth a Goddess from her cranium. She did not find it clever. vii. You could say we became like Aphrodite and Hephaestus. I, longing for her. She, lusting after another. A synonym for her headaches would be me. viii. Apparently if you hack off a Hydra head, two would grow to replace it. Knowing this sooner probably would have saved me from numerous amounts of Kleenex and chocolate. ix. She left me a note on the dresser, "Fun fact: Medusa's favourite cheese was Gorgon-zola. PS - you remind me of Medusa, please remember to brush your hair." She reminds of Medusa as well, I do not doubt that if we meet again, her eyes would still turn me into stone.

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Dec 12, 2013

Dec 12, 2013 at 7:15 PM UTC

Memoirs of Dating a Punny Girl

i. "Why did the number of parking tickets spike when Persephone was carried off to the underworld? Demeter wasn't working." She liked greek mythology puns. It was a good thing I was creative. ii. Truth or Dare, I asked her what was the best decision she's ever made. she answered with, "In 7th grade I named my puppy Achilles, so when I saw him I could say, 'Achilles, heel!'" iii. It took me two weeks to realise that when we held hands, I wasn't really holding her hand, but a chainsaw, ready to slash through anything that stood in our way like Hercules chopping off the Hydra's head. I was immortal. iv. August eleventh; 9 PM we watched for the meteor shower. I connected the freckles splayed upon her knee, told her they looked like the constellation of Cassiopeia. "Be Sirius" she jested. v. She had a bad habit of smoking at the beach and I Wondered if she knew that with every single flick of ash into the water, Poseidon was cursing her to the River Styx. vi. Headaches visited her often, I joked that maybe she was getting ready to birth a Goddess from her cranium. She did not find it clever. vii. You could say we became like Aphrodite and Hephaestus. I, longing for her. She, lusting after another. A synonym for her headaches would be me. viii. Apparently if you hack off a Hydra head, two would grow to replace it. Knowing this sooner probably would have saved me from numerous amounts of Kleenex and chocolate. ix. She left me a note on the dresser, "Fun fact: Medusa's favourite cheese was Gorgon-zola. PS - you remind me of Medusa, please remember to brush your hair." She reminds of Medusa as well, I do not doubt that if we meet again, her eyes would still turn me into stone.

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Translation From Anacreon I wish to tune my quivering lyre, To deeds of fame, and notes of fire; To echo, from its rising swell, How heroes fought and nations fell, When Atreus’ sons advanc’d to war, Or Tyrian Cadmus rov’d afar; But still, to martial strains unknown, My lyre recurs to Love alone. Fir’d with the hope of future fame, I seek some nobler Hero’s name; The dying chords are strung anew, To war, to war, my harp is due: With glowing strings, the Epic strain To Jove’s great son I raise again; Alcides and his glorious deeds, Beneath whose arm the Hydra bleeds; All, all in vain; my wayward lyre Wakes silver notes of soft Desire. Adieu, ye Chiefs renown’d in arms! Adieu the clang of War’s alarms! To other deeds my soul is strung, And sweeter notes shall now be sung; My harp shall all its powers reveal, To tell the tale my heart must feel; Love, Love alone, my lyre shall claim, In songs of bliss and sighs of flame.

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Ode To His Lyre

Translation From Anacreon I wish to tune my quivering lyre, To deeds of fame, and notes of fire; To echo, from its rising swell, How heroes fought and nations fell, When Atreus’ sons advanc’d to war, Or Tyrian Cadmus rov’d afar; But still, to martial strains unknown, My lyre recurs to Love alone. Fir’d with the hope of future fame, I seek some nobler Hero’s name; The dying chords are strung anew, To war, to war, my harp is due: With glowing strings, the Epic strain To Jove’s great son I raise again; Alcides and his glorious deeds, Beneath whose arm the Hydra bleeds; All, all in vain; my wayward lyre Wakes silver notes of soft Desire. Adieu, ye Chiefs renown’d in arms! Adieu the clang of War’s alarms! To other deeds my soul is strung, And sweeter notes shall now be sung; My harp shall all its powers reveal, To tell the tale my heart must feel; Love, Love alone, my lyre shall claim, In songs of bliss and sighs of flame.

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an average human creature should such a mythical exist in a lifetime will celebrate about 2,200,000,000 heartbeats, billions of heartbeats per minute (I prefer moment) but like everything so essence human there are those very few heartbeat moments, the ten or twenty maybe forty total in a lifetime that you total truly remember, recalling the cream and sauce, swell and the hell, of the pounding so slow so hard, each one a volcano of a moment until that day you don't remember-anything when she said yes and you're shaking and beating in a honky-tonk rhythm cause you were heart undressed unsure and truly afraid of a rejection that makes a heart stoppage disallowing visions, to be exponentially happy future imagined you're feeling your heartbeat in your knees going weak, when the doctor says: congratulations healthy swell and/or some years later, I'm so so truly sorry, hell when they hand you a long handle shovel no instructions needed and that scoop of earth weighs two tons and the sound of slow reverb in your head hurts like hell and you lack the strength to move and they move you aside quiet gentle like but inside the temple of the two headed hydra-heart, it's the rock and roll of slo mo, the violin crying, the drumming of heavy metal chords plucked so slowly, it's you froze screaming a billionaire of heartbeats you are, but only ten or twenty maybe forty total in a lifetime you total truly remember with the perfect clarity and forever renders into your own unique orchestral symphony, your true net worth, the stripes you wear upon your shoulders skin, the tune when you hear it and melts you into rigidity you fall to your knees wherever you are, that is where you will find me, just listen for the cars horns blaring cursing the man lying in the street, re-listening to ten or twenty maybe forty heartbeats total in a lifetime you alone total truly that concert set recall and the win-loss record inherent, inhiment, in both of them, tears and the rents, all there in the tunes, of forty beatings you took, somehow it feels like here is, there was, the answers to where is shelter for the heart, the answers that have gone and come and gone and someone says, I don't feel a pulse

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Oct 25, 2017

Oct 25, 2017 at 2:55 PM UTC

BPM (beats per moment)

an average human creature should such a mythical exist in a lifetime will celebrate about 2,200,000,000 heartbeats, billions of heartbeats per minute (I prefer moment) but like everything so essence human there are those very few heartbeat moments, the ten or twenty maybe forty total in a lifetime that you total truly remember, recalling the cream and sauce, swell and the hell, of the pounding so slow so hard, each one a volcano of a moment until that day you don't remember-anything when she said yes and you're shaking and beating in a honky-tonk rhythm cause you were heart undressed unsure and truly afraid of a rejection that makes a heart stoppage disallowing visions, to be exponentially happy future imagined you're feeling your heartbeat in your knees going weak, when the doctor says: congratulations healthy swell and/or some years later, I'm so so truly sorry, hell when they hand you a long handle shovel no instructions needed and that scoop of earth weighs two tons and the sound of slow reverb in your head hurts like hell and you lack the strength to move and they move you aside quiet gentle like but inside the temple of the two headed hydra-heart, it's the rock and roll of slo mo, the violin crying, the drumming of heavy metal chords plucked so slowly, it's you froze screaming a billionaire of heartbeats you are, but only ten or twenty maybe forty total in a lifetime you total truly remember with the perfect clarity and forever renders into your own unique orchestral symphony, your true net worth, the stripes you wear upon your shoulders skin, the tune when you hear it and melts you into rigidity you fall to your knees wherever you are, that is where you will find me, just listen for the cars horns blaring cursing the man lying in the street, re-listening to ten or twenty maybe forty heartbeats total in a lifetime you alone total truly that concert set recall and the win-loss record inherent, inhiment, in both of them, tears and the rents, all there in the tunes, of forty beatings you took, somehow it feels like here is, there was, the answers to where is shelter for the heart, the answers that have gone and come and gone and someone says, I don't feel a pulse

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HERCULES SON OF ZUES WHO COULD THROW A PEBBLE AND **** A MOOSE FROM A IMMORTAL TO A SINFUL MAN FROM RIDING CHARIOTS IN THE SKY, TO DRIVING A VAN HE WAS BRAVE AND STRONG AND LIVED VERY LONG HE FOUGHT THE NINE HEADED SNAKE NAMED HYDRA AND MARRIED A GIRL NAMED DEIANIRA THAT WAS THE START OF LOVE THAT COULD NOT PART BECAUSE IT CAME FROM THERE HEART

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May 18, 2013

May 18, 2013 at 2:20 PM UTC

The Mighty HERCULES

HERCULES SON OF ZUES WHO COULD THROW A PEBBLE AND **** A MOOSE FROM A IMMORTAL TO A SINFUL MAN FROM RIDING CHARIOTS IN THE SKY, TO DRIVING A VAN HE WAS BRAVE AND STRONG AND LIVED VERY LONG HE FOUGHT THE NINE HEADED SNAKE NAMED HYDRA AND MARRIED A GIRL NAMED DEIANIRA THAT WAS THE START OF LOVE THAT COULD NOT PART BECAUSE IT CAME FROM THERE HEART

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An early bloom has split the air With the subtle scent of azalea And jessamine, the fragrance Of a youth lost Between the vines of honeysuckle That suffocated the boardwalk. I remember the night we last Sat together beneath the summer sky, And the purple torrents that crept, Like death, ever closer. We used to watch them and wonder If the drops would reach out to kiss Our troubled heads, or if the wind Would blow them south to Savannah Like lost balloons. And when we walked out Onto the dock to watch the reds swirl Just beneath the salt marsh skin, We saw Hydra rise to the surface And swallow the day as easily As time swallows an instant. But the dark never bothered you- No, you seemed to prefer it, At least to the flashes of lightning That oft slipped between the evening clouds. But this winter bloom, soon, will fade Leaving nothing left for May, And only these memories of life And love will last.

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Feb 19, 2013

Feb 19, 2013 at 5:19 PM UTC

An early bloom has split the air With the subtle scent of azalea And jessamine, the fragrance Of a youth lost Between the vines of honeysuckle That suffocated the boardwalk. I remember the night we last Sat together beneath the summer sky, And the purple torrents that crept, Like death, ever closer. We used to watch them and wonder If the drops would reach out to kiss Our troubled heads, or if the wind Would blow them south to Savannah Like lost balloons. And when we walked out Onto the dock to watch the reds swirl Just beneath the salt marsh skin, We saw Hydra rise to the surface And swallow the day as easily As time swallows an instant. But the dark never bothered you- No, you seemed to prefer it, At least to the flashes of lightning That oft slipped between the evening clouds. But this winter bloom, soon, will fade Leaving nothing left for May, And only these memories of life And love will last.

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A birth that was meant too be It was strength surrounding the solid key Our story involves Zeus He was a God who sat High His eyes were on the Earth below being living creatures such as I Yet very powerful, mysterious and magical Hercules was Zeus Son A man having strength that will conquer the odds of many The mythical uncanny But Hercules has many tasks to perform Before anyone can be considered a champion, there are feats being the norm The test of one’s strength and withstanding endless struggles Well some of the citizens of Elis had doubts that Hercules even existed and felt it was on a legend story But far more than lightening bolts being the glory Hercules proved over and over, he was more than muscles and brawn, but had a heart of gold that would always last Hercules once lifted a statue that a mire mortal could never do weighing a ton He was his own man among Hercules illustrated he didn’t have a heavy heart, but strength in aiding the weak in lifting the burdens Yet Hercules would be faced with many challenges beyond measure One task would be defeating the Hydra, a two headed Monster How does one being so small and having strength, but the challenge against something so large? It will take tack, skill and a precision plan in order to defeat the Hydra into victory So Hercules picked up a club and anything else that was available to think of At first, it looked like Hercules was wearing down the Hydra, but the Hydra kept getting its second wind It wasn’t until then Hercules then applied intense strength on the Hydra, and the Monster finally crumbled down to the ground There wasn’t any longer of the Hydra’s sound Later it became task after task But Hercules continued to reign supreme Hercules became a champion, and his own king with the deliverer of strength and the defender of the weak.

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Oct 30, 2016

Oct 30, 2016 at 1:10 PM UTC

preservationman

THE PRIMAGE OF HERCULES

A birth that was meant too be It was strength surrounding the solid key Our story involves Zeus He was a God who sat High His eyes were on the Earth below being living creatures such as I Yet very powerful, mysterious and magical Hercules was Zeus Son A man having strength that will conquer the odds of many The mythical uncanny But Hercules has many tasks to perform Before anyone can be considered a champion, there are feats being the norm The test of one’s strength and withstanding endless struggles Well some of the citizens of Elis had doubts that Hercules even existed and felt it was on a legend story But far more than lightening bolts being the glory Hercules proved over and over, he was more than muscles and brawn, but had a heart of gold that would always last Hercules once lifted a statue that a mire mortal could never do weighing a ton He was his own man among Hercules illustrated he didn’t have a heavy heart, but strength in aiding the weak in lifting the burdens Yet Hercules would be faced with many challenges beyond measure One task would be defeating the Hydra, a two headed Monster How does one being so small and having strength, but the challenge against something so large? It will take tack, skill and a precision plan in order to defeat the Hydra into victory So Hercules picked up a club and anything else that was available to think of At first, it looked like Hercules was wearing down the Hydra, but the Hydra kept getting its second wind It wasn’t until then Hercules then applied intense strength on the Hydra, and the Monster finally crumbled down to the ground There wasn’t any longer of the Hydra’s sound Later it became task after task But Hercules continued to reign supreme Hercules became a champion, and his own king with the deliverer of strength and the defender of the weak.

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Starfish are versatile Humans are weak Starfish have such a placid lifestyle One of which we never speak They are free to do as they please Without rhyme or reason Drifting through the seven seas Never suffering such ****** treason What kills us so violently They survive Our minds, traitors, stalking silently They have none; so they thrive What leaves us so broken To the starfish is a game But they don’t end up unbroken For this they gain their fame Like a little modern hydra Of a less vicious sort Loosing just a little paraphernalia It’s arms the starfish must abort A part of it that it that it looses So that it could be free All we humans are left with at bruises Left by insecurity Every day the starfish stars anew Free from worry, free from woe To such luxuries we bid adieu And so we lead ourselves to the gallows Yet not for one moment can we regret Our greatest curse; our most beautiful blessing We pay to this world a hight debt A price we pay for all of our guessing We claim to be free But it's almost lie In the harsh reality We are free to live or die

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Sep 30, 2014

Sep 30, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC

Ancient-Greeklet

The Arms of a Starfish

Starfish are versatile Humans are weak Starfish have such a placid lifestyle One of which we never speak They are free to do as they please Without rhyme or reason Drifting through the seven seas Never suffering such ****** treason What kills us so violently They survive Our minds, traitors, stalking silently They have none; so they thrive What leaves us so broken To the starfish is a game But they don’t end up unbroken For this they gain their fame Like a little modern hydra Of a less vicious sort Loosing just a little paraphernalia It’s arms the starfish must abort A part of it that it that it looses So that it could be free All we humans are left with at bruises Left by insecurity Every day the starfish stars anew Free from worry, free from woe To such luxuries we bid adieu And so we lead ourselves to the gallows Yet not for one moment can we regret Our greatest curse; our most beautiful blessing We pay to this world a hight debt A price we pay for all of our guessing We claim to be free But it's almost lie In the harsh reality We are free to live or die

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Monster as forbidding as the mask you wear to hide the unfaithful face, the treachery and the pretense the aversions, an ire– the price you pay for a well-played game of poisoning hearts, Monster! not hiding under my bed, but obverse, bearing deadly fangs yes, your venom might have killed this body but see, you're just a monster Hydra whilst I've got the Phoenix in me

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Jan 12, 2016

Jan 12, 2016 at 9:56 AM UTC

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Monster as forbidding as the mask you wear to hide the unfaithful face, the treachery and the pretense the aversions, an ire– the price you pay for a well-played game of poisoning hearts, Monster! not hiding under my bed, but obverse, bearing deadly fangs yes, your venom might have killed this body but see, you're just a monster Hydra whilst I've got the Phoenix in me

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<A manuscript detailing a new origin> There is no Rok-elixir or any magic, no, -Nazis, Hydra...there are no super-soldiers." -Captain America Chest-size aside, let's be clear here; I know because my father was the head of that super-soldier program... That, honestly, birthed you, "America," *I know this because they tried and failed to **** my father stealing it."* There is not now, nor was there ever, a Nazis or Hydra super-soldier program. Ask any German Nazis? -Tony Stark FADE OUT 1858 Rudiger Bannerstein plays. Plays in the woods. Alone...

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Jun 30, 2017

Jun 30, 2017 at 11:08 PM UTC

david-john-mowers

<A manuscript detailing a new origin> There is no Rok-elixir or any magic, no, -Nazis, Hydra...there are no super-soldiers." -Captain America Chest-size aside, let's be clear here; I know because my father was the head of that super-soldier program... That, honestly, birthed you, "America," *I know this because they tried and failed to **** my father stealing it."* There is not now, nor was there ever, a Nazis or Hydra super-soldier program. Ask any German Nazis? -Tony Stark FADE OUT 1858 Rudiger Bannerstein plays. Plays in the woods. Alone...

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oh i can tell you why Brexit happened... apparently in light of the European i was not European enough, a mongrel, a ******* Mongol... eastern Europeans are Mongols, mind you... i'm pretty sure the Brexit vote happened... because the A8 joined... when the Eatern European joined the old post-colonial powers... plenty of Pakistanis... do i mind? do i ******* care?! i don't care... you deal with: the minding! no... i have an inheritance tax without any ceremonial past... your **** is your ******* **** plus the Arab, and the curry... **** off! i'm no ******* *vierte ***** pussy-whip... you ******* yo-yo oreo! mind you? put me down on this one... i hate the Poles... i ******* hate the Poles... what they did to the Chernobyl me? i hate the Polacks... don't like them... i'd rather spit than talk to them... i've learned my lesson... i hate them more than the Germans, or the Russians... i hate them with the sort of hatred reserved for patriots... Judas Priests... i abhor the ****** catholicism... it makes me... cringe... then i think: thickens the thong - better than the Islamic crap to mind making a boot... Brexit only happened because of the supposed invasion of the A8... the Pakistani mobile gave off a jitter - somehow the "excess" Europeans migrated... whites combined with whites... Europeans mingled... big problem for the Pakistanis... Brexit only happened because "eastern" Europe joined the *vierte ***** well... "joined"... some of us had enough sense as to keep the currency... ******* Pakistani bullshitters... what?! i thought English girls loved being gang-rape-fucked?! no?! my bad... the joining of the A8 disrupted the presence of Britain in the EU... thumbs up on the curry-sauce... thumbs down on the Baltic sauerkraut.... guess what?! **** you! you ******* British Empire bonkers... relief contra racism with an Empire disintegrating! wankers... sure, beseech alliances outside of Europe... seek them, find them, govern them... the next time you come shoveling your **** into my: awareness... i'll be asking... so... Rotherham... no, not really... don't bother me with that sort of **** you deal with your ******** before shoving your ***** into my mouth expecting me to gargle on the produce... you're closer to Pakistan than i am to Mongolia... you draw the the postcard... i'll draw the pretty picture. don't get me wrong, thought, i hate the Polacks... i don't belong between them... i'd prefer to be strapped to a Hydra of homeless dogs... than exercise the humanity of a shared tongue with these... mongrels; mind you... the British are just as bad... when it comes to their, mongrel stature.

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Sep 17, 2018

Sep 17, 2018 at 6:54 PM UTC

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the Mongols are coming! / scenes from Warsaw

oh i can tell you why Brexit happened... apparently in light of the European i was not European enough, a mongrel, a ******* Mongol... eastern Europeans are Mongols, mind you... i'm pretty sure the Brexit vote happened... because the A8 joined... when the Eatern European joined the old post-colonial powers... plenty of Pakistanis... do i mind? do i ******* care?! i don't care... you deal with: the minding! no... i have an inheritance tax without any ceremonial past... your **** is your ******* **** plus the Arab, and the curry... **** off! i'm no ******* *vierte ***** pussy-whip... you ******* yo-yo oreo! mind you? put me down on this one... i hate the Poles... i ******* hate the Poles... what they did to the Chernobyl me? i hate the Polacks... don't like them... i'd rather spit than talk to them... i've learned my lesson... i hate them more than the Germans, or the Russians... i hate them with the sort of hatred reserved for patriots... Judas Priests... i abhor the ****** catholicism... it makes me... cringe... then i think: thickens the thong - better than the Islamic crap to mind making a boot... Brexit only happened because of the supposed invasion of the A8... the Pakistani mobile gave off a jitter - somehow the "excess" Europeans migrated... whites combined with whites... Europeans mingled... big problem for the Pakistanis... Brexit only happened because "eastern" Europe joined the *vierte ***** well... "joined"... some of us had enough sense as to keep the currency... ******* Pakistani bullshitters... what?! i thought English girls loved being gang-rape-fucked?! no?! my bad... the joining of the A8 disrupted the presence of Britain in the EU... thumbs up on the curry-sauce... thumbs down on the Baltic sauerkraut.... guess what?! **** you! you ******* British Empire bonkers... relief contra racism with an Empire disintegrating! wankers... sure, beseech alliances outside of Europe... seek them, find them, govern them... the next time you come shoveling your **** into my: awareness... i'll be asking... so... Rotherham... no, not really... don't bother me with that sort of **** you deal with your ******** before shoving your ***** into my mouth expecting me to gargle on the produce... you're closer to Pakistan than i am to Mongolia... you draw the the postcard... i'll draw the pretty picture. don't get me wrong, thought, i hate the Polacks... i don't belong between them... i'd prefer to be strapped to a Hydra of homeless dogs... than exercise the humanity of a shared tongue with these... mongrels; mind you... the British are just as bad... when it comes to their, mongrel stature.

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Righteous soul Emerge unscathed From fires of temptation Ignore the Hydra Study the centaur Link the division between Destruction and creation Goddess, queen, princess, witch God, king, wizard, demon A demon’s in the way But the animals are on your side Says Francis of Assisi Observe the three in OM Chant till you come home Oh, righteous soul Emerge unscathed From fires of temptation

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Nov 14, 2013

Nov 14, 2013 at 12:21 PM UTC

Righteous soul Emerge unscathed From fires of temptation Ignore the Hydra Study the centaur Link the division between Destruction and creation Goddess, queen, princess, witch God, king, wizard, demon A demon’s in the way But the animals are on your side Says Francis of Assisi Observe the three in OM Chant till you come home Oh, righteous soul Emerge unscathed From fires of temptation

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If i die today, don't remember me as a friend or someone you knew, remember me as someone who never got into platinum, who was cursed by the solo queue, his team never knew what to do. Top lane feeding as if trying to fix the world hunger, middle crying for blue, behind the creep score by thirty two. Guys, it's only been ten minutes, why's our jungler away from keyboard and this attack damage carry, you mean vladimir? Yeah, they know what's meta, that's why they're building into titanic hydra. No but really, i might die today, i got ligma in my left eye. Well, just a dentist appointment but what's the ******* difference.

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Jul 25, 2018

Jul 25, 2018 at 7:55 AM UTC

League of Problems

If i die today, don't remember me as a friend or someone you knew, remember me as someone who never got into platinum, who was cursed by the solo queue, his team never knew what to do. Top lane feeding as if trying to fix the world hunger, middle crying for blue, behind the creep score by thirty two. Guys, it's only been ten minutes, why's our jungler away from keyboard and this attack damage carry, you mean vladimir? Yeah, they know what's meta, that's why they're building into titanic hydra. No but really, i might die today, i got ligma in my left eye. Well, just a dentist appointment but what's the ******* difference.

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In my heart I am a knight A man born to strive for right The world likes to worship might But I have seen a brighter light I have been blessed with clearer sight The world has been filled with blight That makes the day as black as night Which head of the hydra do I fight? Thank God He is on a higher height I need only serve and be contrite For he will redeem all his broken wights

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Dec 5, 2016

Dec 5, 2016 at 2:45 PM UTC

In my heart I am a knight A man born to strive for right The world likes to worship might But I have seen a brighter light I have been blessed with clearer sight The world has been filled with blight That makes the day as black as night Which head of the hydra do I fight? Thank God He is on a higher height I need only serve and be contrite For he will redeem all his broken wights

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Truth? a lewd's you in known certain terms: whether veins, when drowned hawks a gin (loomin’) a shin splinters as mines bore on; why ‘ol car bonfires grow tired of a pack o’ lips’ wisp ring, *“Hydra Djinn— Sine diem purgare nox.”* Redeem and weep in tents, faces & phrases met a fizz[i call]y drunk in jest id bouts wrested liver's tried & tested [buy con- testant after contest- ant] where West lids gaze in two, the joy of the flame hungry's gasping for air [nothing's becoming] bright berthed of ash-end tombs lit up in the night.

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Jan 6, 2012

Jan 6, 2012 at 11:40 PM UTC

Gloss'll ail ya

Truth? a lewd's you in known certain terms: whether veins, when drowned hawks a gin (loomin’) a shin splinters as mines bore on; why ‘ol car bonfires grow tired of a pack o’ lips’ wisp ring, *“Hydra Djinn— Sine diem purgare nox.”* Redeem and weep in tents, faces & phrases met a fizz[i call]y drunk in jest id bouts wrested liver's tried & tested [buy con- testant after contest- ant] where West lids gaze in two, the joy of the flame hungry's gasping for air [nothing's becoming] bright berthed of ash-end tombs lit up in the night.

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Fairfax, whose Name in Arms through Europe rings, And fills all Mouths with Envy or with Praise, And all her Jealous Monarchs with Amaze. And Rumours loud which daunt remotest Kings, Thy firm unshaken Valour ever brings Victory home, while new Rebellions raise Their Hydra-heads, and the false North displays Her broken League to Imp her Serpent Wings: O yet! a Nobler task awaits thy Hand, For what can War, but Acts of War still breed Till injur’d Truth from Violence be freed; And publick Faith be rescu’d from the Brand Of publick Fraud; in vain doth Valour bleed, While Avarice and Rapine shares the Land.

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To My Lord Fairfax

Fairfax, whose Name in Arms through Europe rings, And fills all Mouths with Envy or with Praise, And all her Jealous Monarchs with Amaze. And Rumours loud which daunt remotest Kings, Thy firm unshaken Valour ever brings Victory home, while new Rebellions raise Their Hydra-heads, and the false North displays Her broken League to Imp her Serpent Wings: O yet! a Nobler task awaits thy Hand, For what can War, but Acts of War still breed Till injur’d Truth from Violence be freed; And publick Faith be rescu’d from the Brand Of publick Fraud; in vain doth Valour bleed, While Avarice and Rapine shares the Land.

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Take me into the depths. Show me the underwater beast, the Leviathan, the oceanic Medusa, the wet, slithering, Hydra. Let me breathe in the sick algae, and bury my eyes in floating sand. Fill my lungs with coral and stone, and grind my feed to stumps so I never escape. Bind my hands with a seaweed embrace, and let me bite the fisherman's hook, fool such that I am. Worthless drifting piece of trash cast into the ocean tides, starved of affection, and bitter in the world. Drag me down into the depths and leave me there where I belong.

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Aug 2, 2018

Aug 2, 2018 at 10:09 PM UTC

Take me into the depths. Show me the underwater beast, the Leviathan, the oceanic Medusa, the wet, slithering, Hydra. Let me breathe in the sick algae, and bury my eyes in floating sand. Fill my lungs with coral and stone, and grind my feed to stumps so I never escape. Bind my hands with a seaweed embrace, and let me bite the fisherman's hook, fool such that I am. Worthless drifting piece of trash cast into the ocean tides, starved of affection, and bitter in the world. Drag me down into the depths and leave me there where I belong.

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Fairfax, whose name in armes through Europe rings Filling each mouth with envy, or with praise, And all her jealous monarchs with amaze, And rumors loud, that daunt remotest kings, Thy firm unshak’n vertue ever brings Victory home, though new rebellions raise Their Hydra heads, & the fals North displaies Her brok’n league, to impe their serpent wings, O yet a nobler task awaites thy hand; Yet what can Warr, but endless warr still breed, Till Truth, & Right from Violence be freed, And Public Faith cleard from the shamefull brand Of Public Fraud. In vain doth Valour bleed While Avarice, & Rapine share the land.

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On The Lord Gen. Fairfax At The Seige Of Colchester

Fairfax, whose name in armes through Europe rings Filling each mouth with envy, or with praise, And all her jealous monarchs with amaze, And rumors loud, that daunt remotest kings, Thy firm unshak’n vertue ever brings Victory home, though new rebellions raise Their Hydra heads, & the fals North displaies Her brok’n league, to impe their serpent wings, O yet a nobler task awaites thy hand; Yet what can Warr, but endless warr still breed, Till Truth, & Right from Violence be freed, And Public Faith cleard from the shamefull brand Of Public Fraud. In vain doth Valour bleed While Avarice, & Rapine share the land.

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~~~ how I find her... so many possibilities neither fire nor spark more beacon, aura... mesmerizing inciting comforting suffocating guiding mystifying arousing yet never blinding always binding... hydra headed sun *this, the one poem I cannot but fail...* the light in her hair find her, find me, a match, a deuce, she be my selfie see me in the light of her hair

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May 29, 2015

May 29, 2015 at 5:58 AM UTC

Poem Failure: The Light in Her Hair

~~~ how I find her... so many possibilities neither fire nor spark more beacon, aura... mesmerizing inciting comforting suffocating guiding mystifying arousing yet never blinding always binding... hydra headed sun *this, the one poem I cannot but fail...* the light in her hair find her, find me, a match, a deuce, she be my selfie see me in the light of her hair

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In a world where we ruin things just to build them again We’re never satisfied in the state we’re in Atop the plane of embodiment we’ve fallen to inhabit the Earth Secret eso-life agendas, as we’re drained we find our worth And we hunt beside the hydra aquatic manic menthol mammal Disease hear me please I can’t feel the wax from candles My good luck charm is somewhere eating in my garden I would write to my God but instead I beg its pardon

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Jun 28, 2012

Jun 28, 2012 at 12:19 PM UTC

Menthol Mammals

In a world where we ruin things just to build them again We’re never satisfied in the state we’re in Atop the plane of embodiment we’ve fallen to inhabit the Earth Secret eso-life agendas, as we’re drained we find our worth And we hunt beside the hydra aquatic manic menthol mammal Disease hear me please I can’t feel the wax from candles My good luck charm is somewhere eating in my garden I would write to my God but instead I beg its pardon

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Moral is a hydra That has a head extra!

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Dec 30, 2015

Dec 30, 2015 at 8:27 AM UTC

alem-hailu-gkristos

Moral is a hydra That has a head extra!

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this aria spans of unheadedde cline 4the cit y of depart ures a ,ndexit-door blood:--------:lines 5the longwal kof walls of the hydra's throat ter.....m.i.n.a.l s-t-~'ation to6day in ha lf light walls of the hydra's throat (one born every minute( 7k nighted kcell walls of the hydra's throat1neborneveyminute .and 8f.ur nace dr.op vei,'ns 9resist~''ant plagues )0zeros(inside )fever( virulent s trains ____come__________t ce_______lls wall co______tto_______n we___________lls c______all

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Sep 11, 2013

Sep 11, 2013 at 12:54 AM UTC

this aria spans of unheadedde cline 4the cit y of depart ures a ,ndexit-door blood:--------:lines 5the longwal kof walls of the hydra's throat ter.....m.i.n.a.l s-t-~'ation to6day in ha lf light walls of the hydra's throat (one born every minute( 7k nighted kcell walls of the hydra's throat1neborneveyminute .and 8f.ur nace dr.op vei,'ns 9resist~''ant plagues )0zeros(inside )fever( virulent s trains ____come__________t ce_______lls wall co______tto_______n we___________lls c______all

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Of man be there two. One holder of mirror whilst other a scryer, renders mirror to glass pierces through. Where one speaks the other is silenced, mere whisper acknowledged in this interchanging feud. So in this blurred intersection, where there is no reflection Then what man of man be the truth? What man of man be the truth as he stands here split in two? Be it what he thinks or what he do that makes the man? This single man in double view. A multi facet that will reveal itself in time due. A facet only glimpsed in certain light, gone unnoticed by friends. One and the same in this game of life where does one begin and one end, when it is only in the battle that they raise their head? See the chimera for what it truly is, this lone Mr a Hydra instead. Each flitters between life and the scythe as they fight for control. Each condemned to the darkness as the other negotiates sole lease of this soul. But Death haunts the two because the two form the whole. And so this dual begins without rules and birthed in sin. Begun with one who seeks to release his debase desires that lie un-mired in mind, confined to an imaginary state, where he can ****** slander unheard but then he plays with fate. He plays with fate, when he opens the bottle, hands himself to the primal, unprimed for the battle that lay ahead. That lay in head and heart and will; one's will that will leave one dead. But for now each has his role. One takes the guise of a Jackal in cunning he seeks to conceal the other, his brother in hiding, in sin he hides him inside him but he will not be silenced. The fiend longs for this angels confession and will teach wings a lesson in flight as he makes his escape in dark and in light. So this would be angel tries in vain to press the other down, so that he can remain but he's wingless and in pain, feeling the strain of restraints that will no longer contain the hate that dominates as the other pushes free, pushes to be this man's sole identity. This poor soul thought he could enslave that which was caged and to the beast he did open the door but it was this angel that lost his wings mauled by a beast that would not sing to his tune, just roar. Each sacrificed for the other as this man of man ends his days cold on the floor. For man can not negotiate with fate. And when One cannot take rule the pair will end their days together in the dual.

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Nov 10, 2014

Nov 10, 2014 at 4:44 PM UTC

Of man be there two. One holder of mirror whilst other a scryer, renders mirror to glass pierces through. Where one speaks the other is silenced, mere whisper acknowledged in this interchanging feud. So in this blurred intersection, where there is no reflection Then what man of man be the truth? What man of man be the truth as he stands here split in two? Be it what he thinks or what he do that makes the man? This single man in double view. A multi facet that will reveal itself in time due. A facet only glimpsed in certain light, gone unnoticed by friends. One and the same in this game of life where does one begin and one end, when it is only in the battle that they raise their head? See the chimera for what it truly is, this lone Mr a Hydra instead. Each flitters between life and the scythe as they fight for control. Each condemned to the darkness as the other negotiates sole lease of this soul. But Death haunts the two because the two form the whole. And so this dual begins without rules and birthed in sin. Begun with one who seeks to release his debase desires that lie un-mired in mind, confined to an imaginary state, where he can ****** slander unheard but then he plays with fate. He plays with fate, when he opens the bottle, hands himself to the primal, unprimed for the battle that lay ahead. That lay in head and heart and will; one's will that will leave one dead. But for now each has his role. One takes the guise of a Jackal in cunning he seeks to conceal the other, his brother in hiding, in sin he hides him inside him but he will not be silenced. The fiend longs for this angels confession and will teach wings a lesson in flight as he makes his escape in dark and in light. So this would be angel tries in vain to press the other down, so that he can remain but he's wingless and in pain, feeling the strain of restraints that will no longer contain the hate that dominates as the other pushes free, pushes to be this man's sole identity. This poor soul thought he could enslave that which was caged and to the beast he did open the door but it was this angel that lost his wings mauled by a beast that would not sing to his tune, just roar. Each sacrificed for the other as this man of man ends his days cold on the floor. For man can not negotiate with fate. And when One cannot take rule the pair will end their days together in the dual.

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The water drowns the sky Obscuring it's face It's stagnant over time God clad in lace. These sentences I'm structuring Are designed to make you weep These brain cells that I'm rupturing Causing anti peace leak. I compose these rhyming insults Backwards and inside out Loathe the Newly found results That are tested about me around town. I'm regularly ready to rip off the head Of the hydra that has spent The last of it's heads By sticking out it's neck Hanging it over the guillotine To stir in all the gelatine with the sugar to sweeten up the mix The lay people on the street are starting to see the fix The fix we call life With the knives, And the scythes, And the cries, And the ties, And the strife, And to buy, And to cry, And to lie, And to spy Then to die.

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Aug 26, 2012

Aug 26, 2012 at 3:01 PM UTC

luke-r-e-webster

A chortle on the breeze

The water drowns the sky Obscuring it's face It's stagnant over time God clad in lace. These sentences I'm structuring Are designed to make you weep These brain cells that I'm rupturing Causing anti peace leak. I compose these rhyming insults Backwards and inside out Loathe the Newly found results That are tested about me around town. I'm regularly ready to rip off the head Of the hydra that has spent The last of it's heads By sticking out it's neck Hanging it over the guillotine To stir in all the gelatine with the sugar to sweeten up the mix The lay people on the street are starting to see the fix The fix we call life With the knives, And the scythes, And the cries, And the ties, And the strife, And to buy, And to cry, And to lie, And to spy Then to die.

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