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"mame" poems
Ask me who is the most generous man I know and I shall speak his name Ask me who is the most humble man I know and him I shall acclaim Ask me who is the most altruistic man I know and his face shall be on the frame Ask me who is the most kindhearted man I know and you will hear his name again In my life, I've never met anyone like him again A man devoted to his family and his community Always preaching the word of God and leading us to felicity Always ready to sacrifice his needs for the sake of love and unity He taught us family, love, fraternity, forgiveness, religion, compassion, tolerance, peace and generosity I am who I am today thanks to his teachings He was a leader, a guide, our role model There is no one like him He was a father, a brother, a friend, a companion, a grandfather 16 years since he is gone but his words still resonate like thunder You are no longer here but your teachings linger A man who was not afraid to cry when needs be but also not afraid to yell and impose order Always playful with kids and receptive and caring with adults I feel privileged and lucky to have known him and call him grandpa For in my life he has played a huge and special part The memories I will treasure and keep them in my heart Although he is gone, we will always be together And his spirit will live on in each one of us forever From where he is, he is protecting us and guiding us on our way He is praying for us everyday He used to pray God "Let it be I who fall sick instead of one of my family member. Let it be I who die instead of someone in my family." What kind of man wishes for that, you ask. Someone special I will say, a man of love And I would like to thank God above For blessing us with this man, with his kindness and love I truly believe that God has gifted him with something special He taught us not to let this world be in our heart for it is not eternal I know he is in a better place Watching us all with a smile on his face I hope we are making you proud from where you are We are still crying an ocean of tears As we feel so empty and hold many fears If I could just turn back the time to those days you used to laugh with us and made us feel so special and loved Those days you pretended to be in pain when we stepped on your feet while we were playing Those days when they were only you and us in the room with your half covered grey and curled hair Those days we used to watch tv together and whenever there was an intimate scene you screamed your favorite word "Touc" and scared us (not that I know what it means) Time will heal so they say And time fades away While a part of us is taken away I know we will meet again one day But until that day Know that you are truly missed Mame Alassane Lahi whom we affectionately called Mame Rane
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Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC
An ode to a special man
Ask me who is the most generous man I know and I shall speak his name Ask me who is the most humble man I know and him I shall acclaim Ask me who is the most altruistic man I know and his face shall be on the frame Ask me who is the most kindhearted man I know and you will hear his name again In my life, I've never met anyone like him again A man devoted to his family and his community Always preaching the word of God and leading us to felicity Always ready to sacrifice his needs for the sake of love and unity He taught us family, love, fraternity, forgiveness, religion, compassion, tolerance, peace and generosity I am who I am today thanks to his teachings He was a leader, a guide, our role model There is no one like him He was a father, a brother, a friend, a companion, a grandfather 16 years since he is gone but his words still resonate like thunder You are no longer here but your teachings linger A man who was not afraid to cry when needs be but also not afraid to yell and impose order Always playful with kids and receptive and caring with adults I feel privileged and lucky to have known him and call him grandpa For in my life he has played a huge and special part The memories I will treasure and keep them in my heart Although he is gone, we will always be together And his spirit will live on in each one of us forever From where he is, he is protecting us and guiding us on our way He is praying for us everyday He used to pray God "Let it be I who fall sick instead of one of my family member. Let it be I who die instead of someone in my family." What kind of man wishes for that, you ask. Someone special I will say, a man of love And I would like to thank God above For blessing us with this man, with his kindness and love I truly believe that God has gifted him with something special He taught us not to let this world be in our heart for it is not eternal I know he is in a better place Watching us all with a smile on his face I hope we are making you proud from where you are We are still crying an ocean of tears As we feel so empty and hold many fears If I could just turn back the time to those days you used to laugh with us and made us feel so special and loved Those days you pretended to be in pain when we stepped on your feet while we were playing Those days when they were only you and us in the room with your half covered grey and curled hair Those days we used to watch tv together and whenever there was an intimate scene you screamed your favorite word "Touc" and scared us (not that I know what it means) Time will heal so they say And time fades away While a part of us is taken away I know we will meet again one day But until that day Know that you are truly missed Mame Alassane Lahi whom we affectionately called Mame Rane
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You, story master of comparison Can you see without your Claritin? Even the tools of your insight Have they helped to make things right? The story of your life Is one among many Your unique point of view May only be true for you And those that think like you do There really is something to this wish fulfillment But don’t think because you saw it out there It’s the lords’ prayer. So thinkers think and lovers’ love and dreamers continue in dreams. Still, everything is not what it seems. We think we are above the beautiful greenery scenery that we see but did you ever see a tree compare itself to another   Said one tree to another: Your foliage is a pale shade of yellow Your bark is a lark And you can’t play the cello Like me What kind of tree can you be? Do the bees share their honey or does one crafty bee have a secret stash hidden below the window sash that he’s saving for a rainy day, A getaway? Did you ever hear a songbird say   My song is sweeter than yours. My high notes higher On swifter wings do I soar. If you’re tempted like me To let a bee be a bee And a tree be a tree You will understand If you want to soar Don’t first attempt it from the highest floor Don’t think there is a highest floor Don’t think you need to soar Don’t try to understand Just let a bee be a bee A tree be a tree These are the things will set you free Like the wind You will wind like a gentle breeze Then gust if you must Never making a fuss Don’t think you are, Were, will ever be, anything More or less than me, Us, you, they, whoever It was when I realized that all my trying Simply wasn’t working And I gave up. But all it caused to say was **** I get it, I really do But, Personally If I want to keep you near dear   I must set you free dear Understand it’s very hard for me I think you’ll agree. I know what to do Doesn’t mean I’ll do it I’m not like a gentle breeze More like a hurricane than a sneeze Depends on your point of view Because you see me, Through you. It’s true. I have no idea what that means It may be true For all I know I said so I should have meant it I think it’s more like I see through you, Too You can come out of the closet And I will come out too, But only with you. Because we are the only two in there. I don’t see anyone else. Do you? I’m not suggesting what you think Far from it So far from it You know what I mean No point in explaining If nobody gets it You do And you’re not complaining. So if you don’t want to be a bored buddha, Eat some bread and buttar Don’t forget to shutter Stutter Flutter Mutter Never rebut her Never say mame Because you found the only ****** And now you’re in a jam.
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
Don’t Make Comparisons
You, story master of comparison Can you see without your Claritin? Even the tools of your insight Have they helped to make things right? The story of your life Is one among many Your unique point of view May only be true for you And those that think like you do There really is something to this wish fulfillment But don’t think because you saw it out there It’s the lords’ prayer. So thinkers think and lovers’ love and dreamers continue in dreams. Still, everything is not what it seems. We think we are above the beautiful greenery scenery that we see but did you ever see a tree compare itself to another   Said one tree to another: Your foliage is a pale shade of yellow Your bark is a lark And you can’t play the cello Like me What kind of tree can you be? Do the bees share their honey or does one crafty bee have a secret stash hidden below the window sash that he’s saving for a rainy day, A getaway? Did you ever hear a songbird say   My song is sweeter than yours. My high notes higher On swifter wings do I soar. If you’re tempted like me To let a bee be a bee And a tree be a tree You will understand If you want to soar Don’t first attempt it from the highest floor Don’t think there is a highest floor Don’t think you need to soar Don’t try to understand Just let a bee be a bee A tree be a tree These are the things will set you free Like the wind You will wind like a gentle breeze Then gust if you must Never making a fuss Don’t think you are, Were, will ever be, anything More or less than me, Us, you, they, whoever It was when I realized that all my trying Simply wasn’t working And I gave up. But all it caused to say was **** I get it, I really do But, Personally If I want to keep you near dear   I must set you free dear Understand it’s very hard for me I think you’ll agree. I know what to do Doesn’t mean I’ll do it I’m not like a gentle breeze More like a hurricane than a sneeze Depends on your point of view Because you see me, Through you. It’s true. I have no idea what that means It may be true For all I know I said so I should have meant it I think it’s more like I see through you, Too You can come out of the closet And I will come out too, But only with you. Because we are the only two in there. I don’t see anyone else. Do you? I’m not suggesting what you think Far from it So far from it You know what I mean No point in explaining If nobody gets it You do And you’re not complaining. So if you don’t want to be a bored buddha, Eat some bread and buttar Don’t forget to shutter Stutter Flutter Mutter Never rebut her Never say mame Because you found the only ****** And now you’re in a jam.
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My name is not important for I'm insane. to try and find me will be an act in vain, for my face is hidden behind a mask those who have seen what is underneath hide with a flask, if you are to ever hear my song, never dare to sing along, for I am of the darkest shade, my kind of fear can never be made, nothing can be unsaid or unread, if you shall read my book you will be filled with dread, for this is a book that if you see your name, I shall surely mame, for the darkest night hides and flees, this is the chapter you will bleed, you might as well go to bed, for I am but you deep in your head.
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Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
Shade
When you flick the lever does it strain you? Does it stave you? So agonizingly close to the truth? Cynical is the nature. Mame to **** fool not fill, mind over will. To quarter intrinsically, Stutter intellectually, Engrosse enternally. Oh untimely vapire! Vibrent like the moon how you steal from the heavens, iluminating the path of shadows! You! Sending mankind to the gallows! Oh promises you gave were shallow! Every like every follow, will this only end in sorrow?
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Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 2:30 AM UTC
Skinner's Box
The Mediterranean Sea caught the moonlight as you wandered the beach with Mame she grabbed your hand and kissed your cheek isn’t it out of this world? she said stopping and looking into your eyes and breathing out her peppermint breath you smelt the sea salt felt the slight breeze coming across the sea wouldn’t you rather be with one of the other guys than be here with me? you said gazing at her fuzzy hair her light blue eyes oh **** the other guys it’s you I like she said brushing a hand through your hair pulling you in closer to her small tight ******* don’t you like me? she asked I thought you fancied me the way you kept staring at me on the coach and in Tangiers you heard the Berber drums and voices from the camp base coming on the wind and wondered if the others would guess she’d taken you down the beach for something romantic or tumble in the sands with all lips and hands well? she asked standing there in her flowered two piece bathing cloth sure I do you muttered sensing her hand reaching down your jeans seeking an ******** a sign of interest do you ever think of those ancients who may once have stood where we now stand? you said how they too may have stood beneath a sky and stars and moon like us? she stood back and stared and uttered coldly no I haven’t and couldn’t give a cuss and off she went up the beach to the base camp on smooth sands and rough tufts of grass and oh how she knew to wiggle her small tight ***
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Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 4:00 AM UTC
TANGIERS 1970.
Romance them politics. Make them easy to digest. *** sells, mame your love on a television show. ** ho,ho, there's nowhere for me to go. No, no, no,I'm left with nowhere else to go. I turn and turn and face the wind and snow. Lord have mercy on my speechless soul. Leave a mark so that I will know - Just where I should go. Lord show me where to go. I'm a dog, throw me a bone. Build me a ladder, to the cloud of my home. Ancient instinct, not drool on a phone. Caliope missionairy drone. Romance them politics. Feel their legs like wine. Waiting for a message - Waitingfor more time. Can't count drifters, They don't exist on paper...unless they're a poet.
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Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 6:58 AM UTC
Frayed Fringes
Didn’t have time to pack a suitcase News of your arrival For those supposedly Seeking your survival Unexpectedly came too soon They called ‘code blue’ ‘code blue’ Usurpers of free will Moving in for the mourning **** How dare you How dare you. What conformity belies the truth of your aggression? What sadistic urges your imperious suppression? Monsters in blue What did I do to you? How dare you How dare you Five came guns blazing While I sat happily sun gazing They threw you into the backseat of their cruiser Shackled and tackled And black and blue Bam, bam, bam mame Now do you understand Monsters in blue What did I do to you? How dare you How dare you I don’t play by your rules Because you’re fools It was early spring Barely a mist Pisces you old daydreamer They labeled you a fall risk Isn’t it the season of renewal? Was there something that I missed? A sledgehammer to crack a nut Sometimes I get really, really ****** If it’s a broken tread So be it. An orange bracelet Separates us from them. The walking condemned Who march to their own beat Hey, monsters in blue Mad as a hatter Are you I’m pointing the finger at you My loathing I can hardly contain You think me insane My clarity is so beyond your ability to see I don’t play by your rules Because you’re all fools Your conformity is a deformity in this crazy world Excuse me if I’m barking mad And a trifle sad This baptism by fire Stirred my ire You asked no questions, no need Never asked how I plead You took his word, unquestionably Would you have done the same If he were a she? By just what authority Do you throw out democracy? Ball and chain Is the name of your game Monsters in blue What did I do to you.. My anger quite soothing Someone brings me a smoothie Didn’t want to end on a sour note But if I ever get my hands on your throat I might squeeze So, I'm down on my knees Praying for deliverance From you Monster in blue.
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May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 3:36 PM UTC
Monsters in Blue
Didn’t have time to pack a suitcase News of your arrival For those supposedly Seeking your survival Unexpectedly came too soon They called ‘code blue’ ‘code blue’ Usurpers of free will Moving in for the mourning **** How dare you How dare you. What conformity belies the truth of your aggression? What sadistic urges your imperious suppression? Monsters in blue What did I do to you? How dare you How dare you Five came guns blazing While I sat happily sun gazing They threw you into the backseat of their cruiser Shackled and tackled And black and blue Bam, bam, bam mame Now do you understand Monsters in blue What did I do to you? How dare you How dare you I don’t play by your rules Because you’re fools It was early spring Barely a mist Pisces you old daydreamer They labeled you a fall risk Isn’t it the season of renewal? Was there something that I missed? A sledgehammer to crack a nut Sometimes I get really, really ****** If it’s a broken tread So be it. An orange bracelet Separates us from them. The walking condemned Who march to their own beat Hey, monsters in blue Mad as a hatter Are you I’m pointing the finger at you My loathing I can hardly contain You think me insane My clarity is so beyond your ability to see I don’t play by your rules Because you’re all fools Your conformity is a deformity in this crazy world Excuse me if I’m barking mad And a trifle sad This baptism by fire Stirred my ire You asked no questions, no need Never asked how I plead You took his word, unquestionably Would you have done the same If he were a she? By just what authority Do you throw out democracy? Ball and chain Is the name of your game Monsters in blue What did I do to you.. My anger quite soothing Someone brings me a smoothie Didn’t want to end on a sour note But if I ever get my hands on your throat I might squeeze So, I'm down on my knees Praying for deliverance From you Monster in blue.
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And there was Mame posed between two Arabs leaning against a camel on a Moroccan beach winding up her watch clothed in a red and white swim suit and Johnny had said You could’ve had her mate the other night she was yours for the taking *** you thought he meant) others have said they’ve had her and that settled the matter and you just shrugged and said It never happened it wasn’t that type of thing (kissing and embracing beneath a bright moon maybe) but not what he or others may have thought as they saw that you and she had gone off into the night hand in hand Oh you could have ridden her home Johnny said but it never entered your head that night with its stars and moon and she beside you listening to the Mediterranean Sea **** the shores of the beach laying on your backs smoking and watching the smoke rise talking of home and another land and the future’s hold and her hopes and your wishes and looking back you know your life turned out different wondering if her hopes and wishes of the then turned out right or floated lifeless like dead fishes.
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May 18, 2012
May 18, 2012 at 1:39 AM UTC
THERE SHE POSED.
I search and search every day for that little boy who will play the strings of my heart like his favorite guitar He says his dreams will take him far as his lips press lightly on the nape of my neck He would trek 1,000 miles just to make me smile because he says I'm the only thing that matters much anymore His past is pained but that doesn't mean it has to mame his future FAME is not what he wants His maturity never ceases to amaze me A beautiful contrast to his constant childlike ability to add light to any room or give a smile to any star It's sad that he won't go as far as he'd planned I must condem him to memory his freckles and the feeling of running my fingers through his hair It isn't fair that he was never there in the first place
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Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 8:20 PM UTC
Little Boys
Pondering change Keeps things the same The more you think The more you mame Your Mem or ie s ...
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Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 3:40 AM UTC
Sic Transit Memoria
They **** They Mame, They steal, They play, They laugh, They covet, They test Hell as an oven!!! They backstab, They backbite, You pulleth and grab, They moan in delight, They cheat, They lust, They thrive, Of bones and of dust!!! Their uncharitable, They murmer, Their a narcotic using world, Their explorers, Their punks, Their freaks, Their madmen, Their geeks!!! Their warlords, Their pacifists, Their hatred, Is all nonchalant!!!!! They get high to get what they want, Their complainers, Their lazied!!! Their pilled out, Junkies, Crazy!!!! Their low, In disguist, They use perfumes of sixty dollars of more!! A delightful expensive musk!!! Their cheap, Penny pinchers_ Their losers, Their winners_ Their warriors, Their jocks, Taking selfies of shame, Of perverted stuff!!! Their tounges are asps, Their hands are weapons, They'll meet you in hell, I looketh forward to heaven!!!! Their babies, Scaby infested, Some get off on *** Others love molestation!! Their racists, Their rapists to!!! Of mother earth, And mankind's tombs... They turn on each other, Sister and thy brother, They gaze in mothers purse, As with dad arguments stay cursed!!! They are disobedient, Disloyal in their love!! No god do they worship, Just Shaitan's to Satan's club!!! They eat on organics, They eat pesticide!! Some live on freely, Others seek thy easy way out(suicide) The have no one to turn to, Except their vain imaginations, Their nonhumble, Proudfully tumbled!!!! Their fall is bound to occur!!!! These are the humans!!!! Welcome to earth!!!!
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May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 9:04 AM UTC
seven deathly sins!!!!
They **** They Mame, They steal, They play, They laugh, They covet, They test Hell as an oven!!! They backstab, They backbite, You pulleth and grab, They moan in delight, They cheat, They lust, They thrive, Of bones and of dust!!! Their uncharitable, They murmer, Their a narcotic using world, Their explorers, Their punks, Their freaks, Their madmen, Their geeks!!! Their warlords, Their pacifists, Their hatred, Is all nonchalant!!!!! They get high to get what they want, Their complainers, Their lazied!!! Their pilled out, Junkies, Crazy!!!! Their low, In disguist, They use perfumes of sixty dollars of more!! A delightful expensive musk!!! Their cheap, Penny pinchers_ Their losers, Their winners_ Their warriors, Their jocks, Taking selfies of shame, Of perverted stuff!!! Their tounges are asps, Their hands are weapons, They'll meet you in hell, I looketh forward to heaven!!!! Their babies, Scaby infested, Some get off on *** Others love molestation!! Their racists, Their rapists to!!! Of mother earth, And mankind's tombs... They turn on each other, Sister and thy brother, They gaze in mothers purse, As with dad arguments stay cursed!!! They are disobedient, Disloyal in their love!! No god do they worship, Just Shaitan's to Satan's club!!! They eat on organics, They eat pesticide!! Some live on freely, Others seek thy easy way out(suicide) The have no one to turn to, Except their vain imaginations, Their nonhumble, Proudfully tumbled!!!! Their fall is bound to occur!!!! These are the humans!!!! Welcome to earth!!!!
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Killing is a cute game Full of hate & love With this knife I rip and mame Go meet our God above Like paint comes this red To make a glorious masterpiece Too bad you wind up dead Never finding your own peace Why do you push this line? Always starting a fuss. You wanna start with me? Fine. Just know, you can't **** with us So I played that game with you 'Till we saw what you were You never acted too true Now you're a liar for sure Pull a gun to your chest Scream real loud at you, "Sham!" "You think you're the best?" Click the trigger, gun goes blam!
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May 18, 2011
May 18, 2011 at 4:26 PM UTC
You Pushed 'Till I Snapped
If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then tribulation is the door. The world will test you- mame you, and it is not the situations that you're put in that make you who you are, it is your resilience.
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Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 12:42 AM UTC
Reflections of Your Inner Being
I heareth the hellion goblin's calling me out They bite and spit Caress me in doubt I heareth their moans As their burnt to the crisp I rip off their appendage's Buckle their lips I rip off their wings And taketh their masks I cut them by holy water And split them in half This soul is not thine own Thou brute of pleasure dome This spirits not for thee Thy dirtbag and sleeze This soul is mine creators And shalt return soon Go back to thy flame Thou mame of baboon!!
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Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 9:59 PM UTC
Mame of baboon
Profesor de sollozo -he dicho a un árbol- palo de azogue, tilo rumoreante, a la orilla del Mame, un buen alumno leyendo va en tu naipe, en tu hojarasca, entre el agua evidente y el sol falso, su tres de copas, su caballo de oros. Rector de los capítulos del cielo, de la mosca ardiente, de la calma manual que hay en los asnos; rector de honda ignorancia, un mal alumno leyendo va en tu naipe, en tu hojarasca, el hambre de razón que le enloquece y la sed de demencia que le aloca. Técnico en gritos, árbol consciente, fuerte, fluvial, doble, solar, doble, fanático, conocedor de rosas cardinales, totalmente metido, hasta hacer sangre, en aguijones, un alumno leyendo va en tu naipe, en tu hojarasca, su rey precoz, telúrico, volcánico, de espadas. ¡Oh profesor, de haber tánto ignorado! ¡oh rector, de temblar tánto en el aire! ¡oh técnico, de tánto que te inclinas! ¡Oh tilo! ¡oh palo rumoroso junto al Marne!
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El libro de la naturaleza
tata je znao znao je prije mene i mame znao je i patio je duze od nas patio i patio je dok smo se nadali on je znao i sa slomljenim srcem je zivio gotovo dvije godine rekli su nam a moj tata on rekao je da je znao u njemu ni jedna nada nije zivjela samo znanje znao je da Amira nece biti vise dugo my father knew he knew before me and mom he knew and he suffered longer than us he suffered and suffered while we were hoping he knew and with a broken heart he lived almost two years they told us and my father he said that he knew inside him not one hope has lived only the knowledge he knew that Amir won't be any longer
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Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 12:20 PM UTC
tata je znao / my father knew
Yes after all these years, I still keep your photo in my wallet, hoping one day you will come back to me. Its not that you take up all of my mind, I have moved on, you more or less mame up a small portion in the back crevices of it, like a filing cabinet with a really long drawer. Filled with Memories and wishful occurrences. I am happy that you are still there. Reminds me that it happened. I am happy you and I are different now, shows me growth really does take time. Most of all I am happy and you had no part in it🙂
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Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 12:35 AM UTC
My forever cabinet
She sits at night spinning spells of love and luck, Splashing over hair, then hiding under rocks, Chanting affirmations over darkened mirror, Making talisman with earthly blessings for the wearer, Waxing moon, waning moon, full or half or crescent, She will make it go away or teach someone a lesson, Your deepest wish she'll grant, for that is the hat she does, She draws upon the ocean tides without a hint of fuss, But never will she use her power to hurt or mame or **** A hedge witch only beckons love, but not against your will, An alter made from beauty, with the softest female touch, And vestments worn with good intent, to bring to you so much, Next time you see a hedge witch, tilt your head and say hello, As she may help you out someday, and you would never know. (C) [email protected] 2019
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Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 9:36 AM UTC
Hedge Witch
-. -. - - - -, .. -. .. - … . -.. Confusion’s to blame For all of this pain That's inside my veins Like a runaway train Or jet engine plane It's killing my brain It's eating my veins My strength it does drain I'm becoming lame And going insane I can't take the strain Of all of this pain There’s a fiery flame That's kept me refrained While frying my brain It must me contained It must be refrained My soul to regain My body to reign And end all this pain The answer is plain I must stop the train By destroying the flame This disease I'll then mame But this dark evil stain I've put too much strain And as for the train I still do not gain
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Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 9:28 AM UTC
Confused
tumescent ruin, grabbing my pompeii. mass grave palming after massive onslaught from those unmasses of darkest mame always.
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Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 7:01 PM UTC
deaded