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K Fitzgerald Aug 2014
my fingers are scarred with the snap
of war's bitter teeth; they have
sunken in and dragged, sunken in
and dragged me out until i have
touched my heart's heels to every
battlefield-- made me a canopy to
encompass every blood-embezzled
decade. i have made myself a
hideous phantasm of Vietnam,
a tattered, frayed mountain-scape of
blue-belled America, a depthless
sea in which my brothers boiled.
i still hear bombs when i walk
sometimes, in the dripping black
of the nighttime sky i see the way the
mortars ripple and burn. but i have
never found another stretched-thin
soldier, with artillery rounds cradled
in their chests like i. i have been stumbling
and crying across the earth's crust,
screaming,
DRAFT ME
FIND ME
DRAFT ME--
finally the draft plucked me up and
brought me to you.
in you i have found the brother i lost
at sea, the lover boy of 19th century,
and the one i held close to my chest in
Vietnam. let me touch my hand to
yours and remember; i know i
will feel all our old words course through me,
all our ****** teeth and
crying eyes and
all the times we touched
brought back to
this moment.
past lives again.
Alabaster Archipelagos
Benevolent Beauty Beaming
Constructive Contradictive Creative Contemplations
Dante's Darling Dances Deliberating Denominatives
Effervescent Escapisms Endearingly Emerge Elusive Edens  
Fantastic Flamboyant ******* Flamed Fabulous Fiery Flickerings
Gorgeous Garden Gim'memores Gaudied Garnishing Gasps
Heavenly Hues Humming Heart's Harmonies
Immortaly Impregnated Inspired Ideals
Jessamin Jargon Jacuzzi Jams
Know-how Knacking Knurls
Light-spirited Lovers
Merge Magnificent
Naked Nocturno Nights
Omnipresent Ousia Over Odeons
Palpitations Perfect Peaks Pi Paws
Quintessential Quality Quarrels Question Quarks Quietness
Rododendron's Richameters Rescued Raw Reeling Ruby Realms
Sentient Syllabic Sapfo's Splendidly Spirited Semantics
Turning Turner's Timeless Timeless Twinklings
Unified Undulatory Unsolved Unicorns
Velvety Venice Voyages
Wanton Wantings
Xsylophone Xsantiphas
Yearnin' Yuki's Yen
Zed's Zealous Zen-it-hall Zeppelins
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Creative Poetics
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andy fardell Feb 2011
Have I changed for all to see that change was really best for me
younger wiser yet troubled soul that was so awful in days of old
time reflects the things we miss yet opens up our heart of memories
Time moves on as we fade away for someone new to take our place
so what do we become in years.. a faded memory a lost few tears
a tombstone path that all do follow .. ecthed in love from loved ones sorrow
Memores lost yet marks so made upon this planets earth for without our lives thered be no more me and you or memores ...
magicbroccoli66 Sep 2017
we r sad bechos wer  not nic to otres
dadon tyhje hatertds
sxonetimews we det boolied bi odrse

@lostboy is a beast
good day to youu ser we no happee anymoor
Cliffy Buglione Apr 2014
Lazer *******
Got me spilling my blood
Onto the messiah.

Lazer *******
Got me lick sphere on
The ghetto miscarriage.

When the well of your libido
Becomes the price you live for
There is no turning back
You have reached your exit.

Lazer *******
Got me dying in the underground
dressed as the leather
God.

Lazer *******
I owe nothing to Jesus Christ
So I will ******* until my own
Crucifixion

When your life and your memores
Are bartered for one minute of heat
And you keep wondering how they heard about it
                                         In the church
                                         On the street

When the 'roaches speed in the ****** of your soul
You are thrown down and wasted
In torment.

Lazer *******
Selling faster than equinox
Justice melts in pig money
From Bermuda
And if art must wear
The recline against life
Then it is truly wondrous.
a wildfire Oct 2014
can you tell me now if i lied about the messes i make
of lives and homes and whole worlds trapped in hearts.
i don't know what i am now
the things i do are stitched upon my soul.
i can pull them out.
but the scars remain until the blood pools up
and fills them up again.

i was dying and you gave and you gave. i don't want to remember.
magicbroccoli66 Sep 2017
evri dai weni *** hom i say ello too mi famulee
dey sai hii bak
i an prowd perent
if i hav mi 909t cild i well be appie

wen i goo to slep i drem of mi famelie
wre arr habingg a jood tiem
eeting luch in de prak
ssomany appy memores
@lostboy
hazem al jaber May 2023
Your eyes meal ...

For you ...
and because of you ...
my love ...
I loved my loneliness ...
and my staying up all night ...
lonely ...
me and my cup ...
under my sky ...
with it's moon ...
just to be with you ...
and to get back ...
our memores ...
and ...
all talks and feelings ...
that we both have ...
at the last meet ...
with every event ...
and how ...
our lips lived ...
within us ...
just only ...
to motivate my heart ...
mad ...
and choose from the stars of the sky ...
a great thoughts ...
to write my poem ...
about you ...
to be as a breakfast ...
and the most delicious meal ...
to your eyes ...
at every morning ...

hazem al ...
Qualyxian Quest May 2019
sins, faults, and failings
        falling, wishing, wailing
               both grateful and unavailing ...

                               memento mori
                          memores estis et bestia
                                in this together
                           (don’t think less of ya)
                       Renew the Quest? Oh yeah!
Blake Aug 2024
I tried coffee again after a long time.
It wasn’t that I didn’t like it was all the memores wrapped up in one cup.
She drank it every morning and kissed me goodbye.
The taste still on my lips and the caffeine running into my vines.
Wishing for more coffee just to remind myself of her.
I tried coffee again but this time it was different.
No more rushing feelings just plain old taste in my mouth.
I wonder if the taste ever reminds her of mornings with me.
Of what life could have been if she didn’t leave.
Johnny Noiπ Sep 2018
They that are in the unoccupied *****
that he walked into              w/ the pen
of the writer to make it of various
swarms of flies of divers kinds,
but they have great enthusiasm
for the image,      looking for a **** French
woman from the tomb; Because of the heat
of the day but now as far as 1 p.m.,
I will remember you in all the sails
                   subject to strict control,
which for example, heat is the cause,
& it is with him the slam of Spring;
Food at this time has no teeth,
while the weak loves Pepper &
danced in the emotion leading to the
daughter of the radio waves used
in the folk feast celebrations; Thanks
to the side deal, the fear caused us
the injuries of a single year; The
Body of hope is left in the garden;
After that, he will with his skin
shall kiss her & he & the tenant
has a great bottom & tight, wet *****
& he walked into the vacancy;
& the pen of the scribes is in the
land of the swarms of flies who have
the vehement images of **** French
women looking on from the tomb;
for in the heat of the day at the moment
until as long as 1 a.m. remembering
you in all things; the sails are subject
to a strict system of control,     which
is the reason for the heat & with it the
slam of a true food in a time that has no teeth,
but little strength in love with a piper who
danced in the emotions leading to the
daughter of the radio waves used in folk feast
celebrations;      Thanks to God, he would lay
aside the fear of any injury for one year; we
expect to leave the paradise of the holy body
& skin him while kissing him holding her bottom

ut in uacuo uageretur *****
& ille ambulavit, & per calamum
hoc autem plus quam scribarum
& variis muscis diversi generis,
Nec studio ad imaginem vultus
parum pudici Francorum mulier
monumentum propter calorem diei,
Sed quatenus I a.m.,  Ego memores
sumus vestri in omnibus celeriter
vela subduci stricte imperium ratio,
quae exempli gratia,    calidum, est
causa, estque secum slam fontis;
cibi tempus in hac antecedit nullos
habet, dum infirma diligit piperis
inducit motus saltasset filia radio
fluctus uti celebratur festum in
populo;  gratias fac nos partem
terror iniuriam unius anni corporis
relinquitur spes hortus:     Post ***
vult et cutis et osculatus fuero, ipse
est, & tenens imo habeat magnum

In the unoccupied lands of *****
The walk through the pen;
This is more than the write
   and a variety of dog-flies of divers kinds,
Nor is it the image of the face of the study
to the **** French woman in the tomb,
on account of the heat of the day,
But as far as 1 P.M., I remember
We are quickly in all of you, salt
strict control system for example,
   Heat is the cause of the Lord & with him
is the slam of the fountain;       Food at this
time has no idea as long as the weak things
of Pepper's daughter's dance movement
        of Love on the radio is celebrating
the feast; In the use of the waves of people,
       We thank you to party w/ alarm
of the ****** injury of a single hope
of the Year of the Garden left behind
with the skin & he wills that I shall kiss him,                      that is to say,
he who has a great *** & the tenant
who has the bottom of a young girl

        In the unoccupied lands of *****,
There is a walk for the sake of order
that is a pen;  More than writing this
& a variety of different kinds of flies;
nor is the image of the face of the study
& a **** French woman is in her grave
   because of the heat on that one day
                                              at 1 p.m.
extent but she does not remember;
We are in a short time one of you all: salt,
for example, strict control systems;
The reason is that even when the heat
slams off the spring;      The food at this time
does not have the peculiarity that they which
when they that love of the weak peppers
and a daughter's dancing emotional feast
is celebrated on the radio in practice,
however, people wave; we thank you
for the alarm hope of the year injury
of a single body; he wishes to & I am
leaving the garden,    kissing the skin,
that is to say of that one tenant:
she has a great *** for a child;
after all, she is a girl at bottom

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