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"purety" poems
Punk Sandwich there he is walking down the street slicked back hair and a thin mustache high rise collar on his button down shirt sparkle in his eye and always talkin trash he loved his Italian beef on pumpernickel rye he loved his mama and his brothers too he wasn't your ordinary everyday punk there was more and you knew he knew fear for him does not exist or so he claims quicker than a bolting flash of light behind you with a jagged edge of blade he is no one to challenge to a fight he has connections to all the right ones the ones you need to know for security or to make some annoyance disappear his word is golden shinning with a purety a perfect friend intelligent curteous and brave but these can all change to weapons of death if you are so disposed to challange his way it just might be your very last breath after dropping you in a pool of disguise he will tip his fadora with playful grace back on his brow and cigarella between his lips and that same old smirk upon his face    Gomer LePoet...
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Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 8:23 AM UTC
Punk Sandwich
These playful boys Ducking in and out from the sea of umbrellas Occasionally poke their heads out to be splashed by my rains A waterfall of another substance, with no intention nor motive But simply given to bathe all in purety and joy Free from payment and contract My water drizzles from pores as if never ending And my cloud, held up by these feeling boys Who, upon looking upon my cloud Create invisible pillars, sturdy and unbreakable, keeping it from falling from sky These links pass their happiness to the outline to the grey mists embodied Often misleading simple eyes to presume unwanted storms and floods And hopefully more may look up, to find their silver lining But as I look down to see my waters humble achievements I am blinded by the swarm of blockades erected Falsely they fear the waters as they fear other things natural and of form Suspicion instilled by mergers already signed causes distrust For they're accustomed to a price, and deals being made Blindly they cannot see this freedom was rightfully theirs to begin with The truth disguised in every drop of rain is eternal, without expiry nor catch Unlike those temporary pleasures offered by fog and shadow But so many droplets go straight to the ground, dead and unrealized Trampled on as the crowd continues living in shade Each hit, bruises me and my cloud, darkening the already looming grey Unintentionally the growing cloud provokes more deterrence from storms broadcasted maliciously But still, I release my waters, looking down to those boys who care not for light in darkness
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Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 5:43 PM UTC
The Boys who Play in the Rain
These playful boys Ducking in and out from the sea of umbrellas Occasionally poke their heads out to be splashed by my rains A waterfall of another substance, with no intention nor motive But simply given to bathe all in purety and joy Free from payment and contract My water drizzles from pores as if never ending And my cloud, held up by these feeling boys Who, upon looking upon my cloud Create invisible pillars, sturdy and unbreakable, keeping it from falling from sky These links pass their happiness to the outline to the grey mists embodied Often misleading simple eyes to presume unwanted storms and floods And hopefully more may look up, to find their silver lining But as I look down to see my waters humble achievements I am blinded by the swarm of blockades erected Falsely they fear the waters as they fear other things natural and of form Suspicion instilled by mergers already signed causes distrust For they're accustomed to a price, and deals being made Blindly they cannot see this freedom was rightfully theirs to begin with The truth disguised in every drop of rain is eternal, without expiry nor catch Unlike those temporary pleasures offered by fog and shadow But so many droplets go straight to the ground, dead and unrealized Trampled on as the crowd continues living in shade Each hit, bruises me and my cloud, darkening the already looming grey Unintentionally the growing cloud provokes more deterrence from storms broadcasted maliciously But still, I release my waters, looking down to those boys who care not for light in darkness
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My impression of women is disheartened by the most wonderful admiration. A beauty that once found grace is a constant fear. In their figure and their face does hurt or spooky complete this. I blue Hollywood away to lay awake in brood mares stirring passive fires in warm honey. "I loved you." Is naught "love" ewe. Place this heart in a blender and press,... love, or hate, or any other garilous word on the surface of the arcade. Madness, or slight copped, minced or purety.   How then on any day can watching a badly writen play make surety?   Does rhyming have another way to find I lauded enrapture with the death the tallest of tale tale hearts doesest thou now know if proven that one love is worth all women.   Reveled in horror the blender shakes as does my arcane prose to the figure of a woman in underwear on Friday, the 13th.
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Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
Spooked and Chewed Up
i looked in the eyes of devil and the devil looked right back the journey of terror just began there is no way to ran i began to live in the darkness and i became heartless i start to face my cursed fate with a shattered mind i was blind and unkind i was dancing around the fire with the devil by my side i was mumbling nonsense since i lost my conscience i started to cast spells like a crazy wicked witch it was a full moon so i prayed the lord to give me strength to battle the devil so i could reach another level , the level of the ultimate purety and suddenly it started to rain glitter and stars and i knew my soul was saved i could see the sunlight right now i feel enlightened and shiny everything seem beautiful
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Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 8:58 AM UTC
tales of terror
i looked in the eyes of devil and the devil looked right back the journey of terror just began there is no way to ran i began to live in the darkness and i became heartless i start to face my cursed fate with a shattered mind i was blind and unkind i was dancing around the fire with the devil by my side i was mumbling nonsense since i lost my conscience i started to cast spells like a crazy wicked witch it was a full moon so i prayed the lord to give me strength to battle the devil so i could reach another level , the level of the ultimate purety and suddenly it started to rain glitter and stars and i knew my soul was saved i could see the sunlight right now i feel enlightened and shiny everything seem beautiful
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
tales of terror