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"sampled" poems

*she dragged me out of the house knowing i was feeling down not allowing me to wallow in my self pity, she dressed me, painted my face fashioned my hair, that’s my girl friend at Juliana’s, small family owned Italian restaurant, a gem of a find, she said, Lorenzo, greeted her with familiarity (she leaves a memorable impression) she introduced me as her bestie with a twinkle in her eye young (as all under 30 people are to me) handsome, dark thick curly haired, with dancing eyes, a serving towel over his left arm nodded with a genuine smile i smiled back despite my mood wine was swirled, smelled, sampled and selected a captivating performance, executed expertly she watched me watching him describe the specials with a melodic Italian accent transforming my mood garlic knots wafting with his stride, placed on the table with a small bowl of marinara sauce still hovering in his long lean fingers it slipped, splattering red stain on the pristine white cloth without skipping a beat his eyes poured into mine words emerged “forgive me, your beauty made me nervous”*

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Dec 6, 2017

Dec 6, 2017 at 8:34 AM UTC

*she dragged me out of the house knowing i was feeling down not allowing me to wallow in my self pity, she dressed me, painted my face fashioned my hair, that’s my girl friend at Juliana’s, small family owned Italian restaurant, a gem of a find, she said, Lorenzo, greeted her with familiarity (she leaves a memorable impression) she introduced me as her bestie with a twinkle in her eye young (as all under 30 people are to me) handsome, dark thick curly haired, with dancing eyes, a serving towel over his left arm nodded with a genuine smile i smiled back despite my mood wine was swirled, smelled, sampled and selected a captivating performance, executed expertly she watched me watching him describe the specials with a melodic Italian accent transforming my mood garlic knots wafting with his stride, placed on the table with a small bowl of marinara sauce still hovering in his long lean fingers it slipped, splattering red stain on the pristine white cloth without skipping a beat his eyes poured into mine words emerged “forgive me, your beauty made me nervous”*

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Sprang forth with no branches or leaves. Small roots. Bore mangoes, papayas,guava and bananas. Hybrid, mid limb grafting. The trunk is a figment but it stands non less. You see my family tree never was and always will be. A roadside shade with low hanging fruit. Was never planted.It was a deposit from the bowels of an exotic bird of the jungles that sampled at leisure the offerings of the rain forests. The Hardtack and marmalade came on ships with the kings business Mixed with the Nigerian Fu-Fu ,the Aztec maize the Mayan legumes. and all points of the compass. Old Joe Denegri, The Blancaneaux , The Cattouse, The Melado, The Pinks The Flowers,The Orozco and more. And boundless from the ***** of opportunity. Piecemeal and untethered. But it is the tree that I must cling to. However rough the bark. The sap runs heavy and slow in the humid Belizean heat.To meet the earth. Cool breezes blow a haunting disharmony. A sweet unity in chaos. The soil is rich,pungent and forgiving. Soon, A bell tolls in the distance. The Sea mists my dreams. A stairway of coconut fronds to azure skies. Nighttime smells like creation. The still slackened pace. The small rat race. Tempest in a teapot. Urban-rural. Coolie gal. Creole boy. New Chinese. Old African. Ubiquitous Espania. Garinagu. Mosquito coast. Children of Mennon. Old Basque faces. Things we call races left with small traces of what? My tree, her tree, histree. I am you and you are me. I see me in your face and you see me. We are and will continue to be. Blended. a hybrid. An orchid wild.

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Feb 22, 2013

Feb 22, 2013 at 5:02 AM UTC

geno-cattouse-1

Sprang forth with no branches or leaves. Small roots. Bore mangoes, papayas,guava and bananas. Hybrid, mid limb grafting. The trunk is a figment but it stands non less. You see my family tree never was and always will be. A roadside shade with low hanging fruit. Was never planted.It was a deposit from the bowels of an exotic bird of the jungles that sampled at leisure the offerings of the rain forests. The Hardtack and marmalade came on ships with the kings business Mixed with the Nigerian Fu-Fu ,the Aztec maize the Mayan legumes. and all points of the compass. Old Joe Denegri, The Blancaneaux , The Cattouse, The Melado, The Pinks The Flowers,The Orozco and more. And boundless from the ***** of opportunity. Piecemeal and untethered. But it is the tree that I must cling to. However rough the bark. The sap runs heavy and slow in the humid Belizean heat.To meet the earth. Cool breezes blow a haunting disharmony. A sweet unity in chaos. The soil is rich,pungent and forgiving. Soon, A bell tolls in the distance. The Sea mists my dreams. A stairway of coconut fronds to azure skies. Nighttime smells like creation. The still slackened pace. The small rat race. Tempest in a teapot. Urban-rural. Coolie gal. Creole boy. New Chinese. Old African. Ubiquitous Espania. Garinagu. Mosquito coast. Children of Mennon. Old Basque faces. Things we call races left with small traces of what? My tree, her tree, histree. I am you and you are me. I see me in your face and you see me. We are and will continue to be. Blended. a hybrid. An orchid wild.

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Forbidden Fruit, Oh yes, an acquired taste, One I have sampled, hmm, So long, this was denied me, And now, the taste is good: So, so very good; ah. I indulged myself further, Using hands to explore, Becoming explored myself, And how I enjoyed. Oh yes, truly fulfilled, Until I became quite dizzy, Lost in abundant sweetness, Things turned around, Until up was down, Until it was I, being consumed. The world tilted, slipped away. My mind woozy, cossetted, My senses swimming, whirling, With slowly falling blossom. Reason floated away, danced, With soft petals in the breeze, Twirling among scented flowers, And I discovered the truth. Whomever claimed, stated, That forbidden fruit, so juicy, Is bad and to be avoided, Can never have tasted, Forbidden fruit.

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Oct 8, 2014

Oct 8, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC

Forbidden Fruit

Forbidden Fruit, Oh yes, an acquired taste, One I have sampled, hmm, So long, this was denied me, And now, the taste is good: So, so very good; ah. I indulged myself further, Using hands to explore, Becoming explored myself, And how I enjoyed. Oh yes, truly fulfilled, Until I became quite dizzy, Lost in abundant sweetness, Things turned around, Until up was down, Until it was I, being consumed. The world tilted, slipped away. My mind woozy, cossetted, My senses swimming, whirling, With slowly falling blossom. Reason floated away, danced, With soft petals in the breeze, Twirling among scented flowers, And I discovered the truth. Whomever claimed, stated, That forbidden fruit, so juicy, Is bad and to be avoided, Can never have tasted, Forbidden fruit.

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**~-~-~ Promise after promise Fell into my head I carried them with me, I took them to bed So hopeful, I waited; To hold your forever Intentions negated This jaded endeavor Yet, lies soon took shape And doubt would take hold Your dormant coercion Cementing the mold. You never came through You never came back The woodchips, they faded The bracelets, I lacked Trapped under my instincts My innocence, vanished The moon was relinquished My purity, famished Young as I was I’ll never forget The impact you left me; Your stark epithet. . . You took something good, You found something pure My will cut in half Rose white, and demure. The root of my psyche You’ve yet to discern, Who plundered my childhood; My chastity, burned. Existence forgotten; Defined from within I’ll never evade you You’re etched in my skin. Scar after scar Fell into my arm Your ink swam my bloodstream Your slander, your charm I swindled the rabbit And powdered my nose Freefalling in choices Defining your prose. With tasty white pills, A hand in my throat A liver that’s grilled; The bible I quote. With no one on earth To save me from me I sampled the bottle From under our tree. I cannot begin Nor pretend to describe What happened to Maple, Who am I inside? The loneliest girl In the entire world The events I’d mistaken The chastity; hurled All that I know And all that I think; Is this monster within me Was born in a blink But who’d tune in now? The opinions are set. My mind is jay walking The lines of regret. The holes in my person The doubt I can’t sever; My husk of normalcy Braving the weather. . . For what you don’t know Is what you can’t nurse Assumptions you draw Are making me worse. Conclusions concocted Your story, enhanced My path interrupted Dismissed by a glance. So I’ll say goodbye; There’s no seeds to sew For this is my truth. . . Confession bestowed. Still treading his words That flood to the brink; Harassed, used, and left In less than a BLINK.**

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Jan 23, 2016

Jan 23, 2016 at 3:08 AM UTC

Fingers Full; Hands Empty

**~-~-~ Promise after promise Fell into my head I carried them with me, I took them to bed So hopeful, I waited; To hold your forever Intentions negated This jaded endeavor Yet, lies soon took shape And doubt would take hold Your dormant coercion Cementing the mold. You never came through You never came back The woodchips, they faded The bracelets, I lacked Trapped under my instincts My innocence, vanished The moon was relinquished My purity, famished Young as I was I’ll never forget The impact you left me; Your stark epithet. . . You took something good, You found something pure My will cut in half Rose white, and demure. The root of my psyche You’ve yet to discern, Who plundered my childhood; My chastity, burned. Existence forgotten; Defined from within I’ll never evade you You’re etched in my skin. Scar after scar Fell into my arm Your ink swam my bloodstream Your slander, your charm I swindled the rabbit And powdered my nose Freefalling in choices Defining your prose. With tasty white pills, A hand in my throat A liver that’s grilled; The bible I quote. With no one on earth To save me from me I sampled the bottle From under our tree. I cannot begin Nor pretend to describe What happened to Maple, Who am I inside? The loneliest girl In the entire world The events I’d mistaken The chastity; hurled All that I know And all that I think; Is this monster within me Was born in a blink But who’d tune in now? The opinions are set. My mind is jay walking The lines of regret. The holes in my person The doubt I can’t sever; My husk of normalcy Braving the weather. . . For what you don’t know Is what you can’t nurse Assumptions you draw Are making me worse. Conclusions concocted Your story, enhanced My path interrupted Dismissed by a glance. So I’ll say goodbye; There’s no seeds to sew For this is my truth. . . Confession bestowed. Still treading his words That flood to the brink; Harassed, used, and left In less than a BLINK.**

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The glass of wine spins on sins Encircling the royal roulette All rotating on a hamster wheel Pinned on canvas and illusional walls So tiny in errors and unbalanced books Unaccounted annotated distributions Twisting hands on colluded coils Deeper projections from the heart An eruption of the social notions Extracted on the paradise of life For no truth echoes authenticity Eccentrically finding a lived reality Plato symposiums and simulacrums Pavlov trails of social conditioning Sampled in tented objectifications Functioning within the invisible rules We sniffle as we expose the false actuality Reactive explosions from robust heat Unloaded rods dancing under the moon In our tenderness rejecting the paradigm

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Mar 4, 2016

Mar 4, 2016 at 1:03 PM UTC

Paradigm Distortion

The glass of wine spins on sins Encircling the royal roulette All rotating on a hamster wheel Pinned on canvas and illusional walls So tiny in errors and unbalanced books Unaccounted annotated distributions Twisting hands on colluded coils Deeper projections from the heart An eruption of the social notions Extracted on the paradise of life For no truth echoes authenticity Eccentrically finding a lived reality Plato symposiums and simulacrums Pavlov trails of social conditioning Sampled in tented objectifications Functioning within the invisible rules We sniffle as we expose the false actuality Reactive explosions from robust heat Unloaded rods dancing under the moon In our tenderness rejecting the paradigm

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You are bold the inspiring queen of Fs and As and I a crafty lizard this christmas mug from which you drink these scissors with which I shred words our stories all come together on top of a golden rose 24 carat sampled with my teeth secured in my bedroom all of it is yours and the last coin evens my luck

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Dec 23, 2016

Dec 23, 2016 at 9:24 PM UTC

You are bold the inspiring queen of Fs and As and I a crafty lizard this christmas mug from which you drink these scissors with which I shred words our stories all come together on top of a golden rose 24 carat sampled with my teeth secured in my bedroom all of it is yours and the last coin evens my luck

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Sapiosexuals^ she quoted Shakespeare most appropriately when needed, her fevered fervor scientific was the non-fossil fueled engine that STEMed her quantum analytics of NFL football, as an intellectual amuse bouche, that was uncannily correct, on FIFa she passed it was just too corrupt, but Wimbledon was”fun” we all bet her predictions for her error rate was insignificant she claimed her knowledge of a cure for Alzheimer’s was done, but bio-pharma suppressed, and a single pill existed taken once, could cease and desist the brain for craving ******* but the politics were too complicated and really boring to explain instead she preferred to wile the hours hanging with lesser poets, to see if taking them at their word was an accurate indicative of their professed prowess in bed but when she sampled my wares regularly, I called her study statistically biased, to which she replied, “ain’t you the lucky one, that my standards are lowly rigorous, and you possess a mighty cute bi-assymetry“ in Croatian or Mandarin (unsure) smart lassie indeed

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Jul 22, 2018

Jul 22, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC

stillcrazyafteralltheseye

Sapiosexuals^ she quoted Shakespeare most appropriately when needed, her fevered fervor scientific was the non-fossil fueled engine that STEMed her quantum analytics of NFL football, as an intellectual amuse bouche, that was uncannily correct, on FIFa she passed it was just too corrupt, but Wimbledon was”fun” we all bet her predictions for her error rate was insignificant she claimed her knowledge of a cure for Alzheimer’s was done, but bio-pharma suppressed, and a single pill existed taken once, could cease and desist the brain for craving ******* but the politics were too complicated and really boring to explain instead she preferred to wile the hours hanging with lesser poets, to see if taking them at their word was an accurate indicative of their professed prowess in bed but when she sampled my wares regularly, I called her study statistically biased, to which she replied, “ain’t you the lucky one, that my standards are lowly rigorous, and you possess a mighty cute bi-assymetry“ in Croatian or Mandarin (unsure) smart lassie indeed

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Carnitas on the pit Oranges searing as they hit the grill Carne asada marinating Waiting to be sampled Coronas add lime A **** shot of jacks Laughing kids running around Saturday morning was meant For memories like this Searing their own grill marks on our brains Trampoline backflips into pools Picking a lemon off the tree Charcoal growing white Familiar goodbyes and laters Maybe another time joy will reach This house that never seems to smile

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Oct 17, 2016

Oct 17, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC

robert-guerrero

Carnitas on the pit Oranges searing as they hit the grill Carne asada marinating Waiting to be sampled Coronas add lime A **** shot of jacks Laughing kids running around Saturday morning was meant For memories like this Searing their own grill marks on our brains Trampoline backflips into pools Picking a lemon off the tree Charcoal growing white Familiar goodbyes and laters Maybe another time joy will reach This house that never seems to smile

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a pleasant anticipation they give to your chafing taste buds for that taste once sampled is forever craved their shapes beckon visually to keen designer minds and their ancient blessings go back to 2000 B.C. much later, their nutrients American Indians praised they give veggie hugs to those most in need of a psychological boost or a tooth's soft sink when you sit down to dinner and before you gleams their pale green a smile might open your mouth for the tasty taste of a .... ....

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Nov 12, 2015

Nov 12, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC

ODE TO LIMA BEANS (revised) A Reader Participation Poem

a pleasant anticipation they give to your chafing taste buds for that taste once sampled is forever craved their shapes beckon visually to keen designer minds and their ancient blessings go back to 2000 B.C. much later, their nutrients American Indians praised they give veggie hugs to those most in need of a psychological boost or a tooth's soft sink when you sit down to dinner and before you gleams their pale green a smile might open your mouth for the tasty taste of a .... ....

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Whisper me sweet nothings of time melting away these regrets Or how time itself melted away all these months and years apart Assure me that the years have dulled these memories, diluted their potency Lie to me and tell me these memories have faded or that time heals all Time, the biggest liar of all, Taking memories and simply aging them in oak barrels to be sampled like a fine whiskey with a cigar or a side of regret Time doesn't heal a **** thing, It makes tragedy tolerable, Like soldiers desensitized to the smell of death and rot Time can't heal a story whose happy ending can never be written as intended, It can only lend itself so that the story may be rewritten.

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Nov 2, 2014

Nov 2, 2014 at 8:07 AM UTC

Whisper me sweet nothings of time melting away these regrets Or how time itself melted away all these months and years apart Assure me that the years have dulled these memories, diluted their potency Lie to me and tell me these memories have faded or that time heals all Time, the biggest liar of all, Taking memories and simply aging them in oak barrels to be sampled like a fine whiskey with a cigar or a side of regret Time doesn't heal a **** thing, It makes tragedy tolerable, Like soldiers desensitized to the smell of death and rot Time can't heal a story whose happy ending can never be written as intended, It can only lend itself so that the story may be rewritten.

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Because it’s my birthday I thought I’d release something I was keeping for myself. Enjoy. On this red planet, Alone I stand in the vastness of this scenery in purgatory. Alone I stand long, alone I stand king of this terrain. With this, something like a kiss, the way its skin caresses my toes as they work its way through the pink sand; With this I have reached my peak. I have reached transcendence. There are no more epiphanies to be had -- I have reached my goal. Come to terms with my purpose on Earth, I have sampled ulterior extracts, while my earthly self does what it does best. Still the 'Q' I question existences trifles. Straying from the path crafted by man's willingness to obey. Now the 'X' I exploit the fact time is no longer a burden. Freedom, like raw diamonds flows through my fingers, sweat falls upwards and side to side, and gravity is now an illusion of memory. This Roman god of war, bends freely to my will... Shifting, moulding and grafting into more than the Earth could ever behold. This place is not to share, not this everlasting pink beach with no ocean, this is mine and mine alone –

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Feb 6, 2014

Feb 6, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC

Because it’s my birthday I thought I’d release something I was keeping for myself. Enjoy. On this red planet, Alone I stand in the vastness of this scenery in purgatory. Alone I stand long, alone I stand king of this terrain. With this, something like a kiss, the way its skin caresses my toes as they work its way through the pink sand; With this I have reached my peak. I have reached transcendence. There are no more epiphanies to be had -- I have reached my goal. Come to terms with my purpose on Earth, I have sampled ulterior extracts, while my earthly self does what it does best. Still the 'Q' I question existences trifles. Straying from the path crafted by man's willingness to obey. Now the 'X' I exploit the fact time is no longer a burden. Freedom, like raw diamonds flows through my fingers, sweat falls upwards and side to side, and gravity is now an illusion of memory. This Roman god of war, bends freely to my will... Shifting, moulding and grafting into more than the Earth could ever behold. This place is not to share, not this everlasting pink beach with no ocean, this is mine and mine alone –

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One minute fine, The next minute not, It may be freezing cold, But my brain is boiling hot. The tingling sensation, And then the trembling starts, I cannot feel my legs, Yet how I feel my heart! The environment is spinning, The air is getting thin, No matter how fast I breathe, I cant get enough oxygen in. Things enter my mind, I try to force them out, But the harder I try, The more they come back and shout. I feel im going to faint, Im feeling so sick, I cannot run away, All my legs let me do is sit. My legs get weak and heavy, My brain doesnt know whats going on, Everything becomes something to fear, The floor, my clothes, hair... and so on. My mouth is dry like paper, My body is sweating yet cold, Where did all of this come from? Is this what its like to get old? My body feels frozen, But my brain is running around, Playing tricks on me, Where there is no danger to be found. Breathing exercises dont work Though they make sense normally, In the moment of panic - You lose all sense of reality. The images enter your mind, You try to force them out, But the harder you try, The more they refuse to get out. Everything becomes a danger, I will say one more time, Every object becomes a weapon, And slices through your mind. The nausea causes more panic, The panic responds with more nausea, What a horrific cycle, How to stop it I have no idea. ****** functions fail, The digestive system especially, But now your afraid of the toilet (!) Though you need it in a hurry. The trembling is so intense, The fear so intense, You struggle to make a call, Your mind and body losing control. Diazepam becomes your best friend, You'd worship it if you could, Its often there to save the day, ..Although at other times you just wish it would... The adrenal glands are to blame, Im not the Adrenalin rush kind, My adrenal glands are evil, How can they be so cruel and unkind?! I dont like my adrenal glands, Im an ***** donar - but if I die please be warned, DO NOT TAKE THE ADRENAL GLANDS, ...then again, with the right brain, they could be your friends? Its the "brain- adrenal gland" combination, Which is of the ********* kind, Perhaps if brain sent out the right signals, My adrenal glands might understand. There is a time and place for adrenalin, I have sampled many myself, But this is just not one of them... Yet - subconcious brain fears itself... That is it.....the brain "fears itself"...

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Feb 12, 2019

Feb 12, 2019 at 8:16 PM UTC

In the Words of a Panic Attack

One minute fine, The next minute not, It may be freezing cold, But my brain is boiling hot. The tingling sensation, And then the trembling starts, I cannot feel my legs, Yet how I feel my heart! The environment is spinning, The air is getting thin, No matter how fast I breathe, I cant get enough oxygen in. Things enter my mind, I try to force them out, But the harder I try, The more they come back and shout. I feel im going to faint, Im feeling so sick, I cannot run away, All my legs let me do is sit. My legs get weak and heavy, My brain doesnt know whats going on, Everything becomes something to fear, The floor, my clothes, hair... and so on. My mouth is dry like paper, My body is sweating yet cold, Where did all of this come from? Is this what its like to get old? My body feels frozen, But my brain is running around, Playing tricks on me, Where there is no danger to be found. Breathing exercises dont work Though they make sense normally, In the moment of panic - You lose all sense of reality. The images enter your mind, You try to force them out, But the harder you try, The more they refuse to get out. Everything becomes a danger, I will say one more time, Every object becomes a weapon, And slices through your mind. The nausea causes more panic, The panic responds with more nausea, What a horrific cycle, How to stop it I have no idea. ****** functions fail, The digestive system especially, But now your afraid of the toilet (!) Though you need it in a hurry. The trembling is so intense, The fear so intense, You struggle to make a call, Your mind and body losing control. Diazepam becomes your best friend, You'd worship it if you could, Its often there to save the day, ..Although at other times you just wish it would... The adrenal glands are to blame, Im not the Adrenalin rush kind, My adrenal glands are evil, How can they be so cruel and unkind?! I dont like my adrenal glands, Im an ***** donar - but if I die please be warned, DO NOT TAKE THE ADRENAL GLANDS, ...then again, with the right brain, they could be your friends? Its the "brain- adrenal gland" combination, Which is of the ********* kind, Perhaps if brain sent out the right signals, My adrenal glands might understand. There is a time and place for adrenalin, I have sampled many myself, But this is just not one of them... Yet - subconcious brain fears itself... That is it.....the brain "fears itself"...

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* Christmas lights wove a rainbow across the trees where I sampled sound tonight ^ and you, in your far-off wonder, I believe your mom was smart in allowing us memories to refresh our smiles ^^ love, you connect my days, string hope 'tween the branches that grow overwhelmed with sensory reflection at the most inopportune times ^^^ I know you still, so thoroughly glad we continue with our lovely living story

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Oct 21, 2012

Oct 21, 2012 at 9:54 PM UTC

samuel-the-poet

* Christmas lights wove a rainbow across the trees where I sampled sound tonight ^ and you, in your far-off wonder, I believe your mom was smart in allowing us memories to refresh our smiles ^^ love, you connect my days, string hope 'tween the branches that grow overwhelmed with sensory reflection at the most inopportune times ^^^ I know you still, so thoroughly glad we continue with our lovely living story

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If You LIKE Coc' ... REMEMBER This Quote ... !!! You May One Day ... Just ... End Up Broke ... !!! ******* Gives Lows ... As Well As ... " Highs " ... And Has ... DESTROYED ... Some Peoples' ... Lives ... !!!!! That's ... NOT A Joke ... !!! So ... Trust Me Folks ... If You LIKE ... Coc' ... ??? I'm ... NOT The Bloke ... !!!!! To ... " Offer It To " ... !!!!! I'm ... WARNING YOU ... !!! Don't Make Me HAVE TO ... !!! Give You ... " Clues " ... Don't Make Me HAVE TO ... BREAK ..... The News ..... Like ... " Coc' Misuse " ... To ... Make You Cry ... Into ... TISSUES ... !!!!!!!! " Coc' Heads' " .... As I've ... Said Before ... Talk NONSENSE ... !!! So I ... Ignore .... The Words They Speak ... So ... What's The Score ... ?!? Could This Be ... " Why " ... The World's At War ... ?!? Has George Done Coc' ... ??? Ask ... Michael Moore ... I'm ... NOT Sure ... ??? But DO ... ABHOR ... Those Who LIKE ... Their ******* PURE ... !!! Because Reality's Lost ................................................... To Them ... Fa' SURE ... !!!!! ... They Live In ... ... " Dreamworlds " ... And ........... Ignore ..... Those Who SUFFER ... And Are .... " POOR " .... Until Their ... HIGH ... Ain't There No More ... !!! They Probably Snort Coc' ...... Yeah ... Off The Floor ...... !!!?!!! They Use Their Nose ... Like ... DYSON Hoovers ... That's The Place ... The ******* Goes ... !!! PEOPLE .... That's A ... BAD Manoeuvre ... !!!!! These Are People ... I ........................ AVOID ....... !!! Because They Get .... SO ... " PARANOID " ... !!! of Men Like ... ME ... BELIEVE ..... " BIG V " ..... Because I Talk ... REALITY ... !!!!! Is That ... " You " ... ?!? Or ... Are You Cool ... ??? With The Way ... I Get .... INTO .... Things Like ... THIS ... Through Poetry Scripts ... While Coc' Heads' Go ... On ... " ******* Trips " ... !!! Why Do People ... Go To ... THIS ... ??? Just To Get .... AWAY From ................ Things ... ?!? Things That They ... Should NOT ..... Dismiss ..... !!!!! I've ... Sampled Yes ... !!! But Now ... RESIST ... !!!!!! And Use My Nose ... To SNIFF ... Good Prose ... !!! NOT To ... " Sniff " ... Old Charly's .... Coc' .... !!! And Mix With Folks ... Who Are ... A JOKE ... !!! ... I Don't NEED THAT ... To ... Get A High ... !!! When HIGHS Can Come ... From ... NATURAL Sights ... ... " Countryside " ... Or ... NATURAL Thighs ... On A Girl Who ... Treats My Eyes ... To ... Visions of ...... A ... LOVE FILLED Night ... !!! WITHOUT ******* ... !!! I DON'T ... Supply ... !!!!!! Sorry Girls ... !!! Are You ... SURPRISED ... !!?!! Please ... DON'T ASSUME ... !!! I'm NOT ... THAT GUY ... !!!!!!! Black Men Like Me ... Are ..... " RARITIES " ..... !!!!! That's Advice ... I'll Give ... FOR FREE ... !!! Unlike Guys ... Who ... Like To Advise ... Girls To Come ... For ... "Coc' Filled Nights" ... !!! Just To Get ... BETWEEN Their Thighs ... !!! Ladies ... Here's Some ... More ... " Advice " ... A LOT of Them ... OH YES ... Are White ... !!!!! Are You ... " SURPRISED " ... ?!? Come On Now Girls ... ...... PLEASE ....... DON'T You ... LIE ... !!!!!! Some of ... YOU ... Know of ... These Guys ... !!! Words I Write ... May Make Some ........................................................... "hide" ..... Could That Be ... Because I'm ... RIGHT ... ?!? Words Like THESE ... May HURT My Life ... ?!? Because ... ******* ... Is Now ...... SO RIFE ...... !!!!! Coc' Deals Make ... Some Men USE KNIFE ... !!! Come On People ... Is This ... RIGHT ... ?!? If ... " Your Child " ... Ends Up ... INSIDE ... ... A COFFIN ... !!! Over ... Debts That RISE ... Because ... ******* " ... Became ... Their Life ... !!! That's NO WAY ... For Kids To DIE ... !!!!! But Happens Now ... OH YES ... That's Right ... !!! And Has Gone On ... BEFORE ... My Time ... Trust Me Folks ... That Is .... NO LIE .... !!!!! I Sometimes Recite ... These Words I Write ... Because of Things ... " Within My Sight " ... Things Like THIS ... I DON'T Dismiss ... Because ... Life Is Something ... I Would .... MISS .... !!!!! If It Ended .... Because of ... " Coc' " ... And That's NO JOKE ... !!!!! So ... Hear This ... CLEAR ... !!! I'm NOT A Bloke ... Who'll ... Hear You Out ... " If You ... Like Coc' "

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Oct 7, 2019

Oct 7, 2019 at 6:59 PM UTC

"If You Like Coc' " ... A Poem written by Big Virge 14/10/2005

If You LIKE Coc' ... REMEMBER This Quote ... !!! You May One Day ... Just ... End Up Broke ... !!! ******* Gives Lows ... As Well As ... " Highs " ... And Has ... DESTROYED ... Some Peoples' ... Lives ... !!!!! That's ... NOT A Joke ... !!! So ... Trust Me Folks ... If You LIKE ... Coc' ... ??? I'm ... NOT The Bloke ... !!!!! To ... " Offer It To " ... !!!!! I'm ... WARNING YOU ... !!! Don't Make Me HAVE TO ... !!! Give You ... " Clues " ... Don't Make Me HAVE TO ... BREAK ..... The News ..... Like ... " Coc' Misuse " ... To ... Make You Cry ... Into ... TISSUES ... !!!!!!!! " Coc' Heads' " .... As I've ... Said Before ... Talk NONSENSE ... !!! So I ... Ignore .... The Words They Speak ... So ... What's The Score ... ?!? Could This Be ... " Why " ... The World's At War ... ?!? Has George Done Coc' ... ??? Ask ... Michael Moore ... I'm ... NOT Sure ... ??? But DO ... ABHOR ... Those Who LIKE ... Their ******* PURE ... !!! Because Reality's Lost ................................................... To Them ... Fa' SURE ... !!!!! ... They Live In ... ... " Dreamworlds " ... And ........... Ignore ..... Those Who SUFFER ... And Are .... " POOR " .... Until Their ... HIGH ... Ain't There No More ... !!! They Probably Snort Coc' ...... Yeah ... Off The Floor ...... !!!?!!! They Use Their Nose ... Like ... DYSON Hoovers ... That's The Place ... The ******* Goes ... !!! PEOPLE .... That's A ... BAD Manoeuvre ... !!!!! These Are People ... I ........................ AVOID ....... !!! Because They Get .... SO ... " PARANOID " ... !!! of Men Like ... ME ... BELIEVE ..... " BIG V " ..... Because I Talk ... REALITY ... !!!!! Is That ... " You " ... ?!? Or ... Are You Cool ... ??? With The Way ... I Get .... INTO .... Things Like ... THIS ... Through Poetry Scripts ... While Coc' Heads' Go ... On ... " ******* Trips " ... !!! Why Do People ... Go To ... THIS ... ??? Just To Get .... AWAY From ................ Things ... ?!? Things That They ... Should NOT ..... Dismiss ..... !!!!! I've ... Sampled Yes ... !!! But Now ... RESIST ... !!!!!! And Use My Nose ... To SNIFF ... Good Prose ... !!! NOT To ... " Sniff " ... Old Charly's .... Coc' .... !!! And Mix With Folks ... Who Are ... A JOKE ... !!! ... I Don't NEED THAT ... To ... Get A High ... !!! When HIGHS Can Come ... From ... NATURAL Sights ... ... " Countryside " ... Or ... NATURAL Thighs ... On A Girl Who ... Treats My Eyes ... To ... Visions of ...... A ... LOVE FILLED Night ... !!! WITHOUT ******* ... !!! I DON'T ... Supply ... !!!!!! Sorry Girls ... !!! Are You ... SURPRISED ... !!?!! Please ... DON'T ASSUME ... !!! I'm NOT ... THAT GUY ... !!!!!!! Black Men Like Me ... Are ..... " RARITIES " ..... !!!!! That's Advice ... I'll Give ... FOR FREE ... !!! Unlike Guys ... Who ... Like To Advise ... Girls To Come ... For ... "Coc' Filled Nights" ... !!! Just To Get ... BETWEEN Their Thighs ... !!! Ladies ... Here's Some ... More ... " Advice " ... A LOT of Them ... OH YES ... Are White ... !!!!! Are You ... " SURPRISED " ... ?!? Come On Now Girls ... ...... PLEASE ....... DON'T You ... LIE ... !!!!!! Some of ... YOU ... Know of ... These Guys ... !!! Words I Write ... May Make Some ........................................................... "hide" ..... Could That Be ... Because I'm ... RIGHT ... ?!? Words Like THESE ... May HURT My Life ... ?!? Because ... ******* ... Is Now ...... SO RIFE ...... !!!!! Coc' Deals Make ... Some Men USE KNIFE ... !!! Come On People ... Is This ... RIGHT ... ?!? If ... " Your Child " ... Ends Up ... INSIDE ... ... A COFFIN ... !!! Over ... Debts That RISE ... Because ... ******* " ... Became ... Their Life ... !!! That's NO WAY ... For Kids To DIE ... !!!!! But Happens Now ... OH YES ... That's Right ... !!! And Has Gone On ... BEFORE ... My Time ... Trust Me Folks ... That Is .... NO LIE .... !!!!! I Sometimes Recite ... These Words I Write ... Because of Things ... " Within My Sight " ... Things Like THIS ... I DON'T Dismiss ... Because ... Life Is Something ... I Would .... MISS .... !!!!! If It Ended .... Because of ... " Coc' " ... And That's NO JOKE ... !!!!! So ... Hear This ... CLEAR ... !!! I'm NOT A Bloke ... Who'll ... Hear You Out ... " If You ... Like Coc' "

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Tell me a story, or I won't even blink, I want you to take me to worlds that I think I could find beauty in, places to hide deep within like an inside joke, or a laugh, or a path to take into Neverland, a bridge to Wonderland, any land as long as I can have you in it. Tell me a story, fill my sinuses with stink, I want to feel the ship I want to smell the brink of desperation, to feel a strange, secure, separation to myself, filled with a wealth of nonsense knowledge, take me through foliage and laugh as I bask in a seething sun, come on, let's go, I crave fun. Tell me a story, help me taste a waste of time, I want to laugh a rhyme and commit the crime of uselessness and happiness and bonkerness and silliness and fun watch me run into a field of fantasies tongue sampled teas and smile at simplicities' sanctuary. Tell me a story, and allow me to touch a part of your mind you let locked away, darling, parent, sibling, quibbling cognitive miser tell me a story and you'll end up wiser for knowing it, for imparting it, let's party it and part with the sweetest words of goodness, I could hear from you To be continued

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Jun 9, 2014

Jun 9, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC

Tell me a story

Tell me a story, or I won't even blink, I want you to take me to worlds that I think I could find beauty in, places to hide deep within like an inside joke, or a laugh, or a path to take into Neverland, a bridge to Wonderland, any land as long as I can have you in it. Tell me a story, fill my sinuses with stink, I want to feel the ship I want to smell the brink of desperation, to feel a strange, secure, separation to myself, filled with a wealth of nonsense knowledge, take me through foliage and laugh as I bask in a seething sun, come on, let's go, I crave fun. Tell me a story, help me taste a waste of time, I want to laugh a rhyme and commit the crime of uselessness and happiness and bonkerness and silliness and fun watch me run into a field of fantasies tongue sampled teas and smile at simplicities' sanctuary. Tell me a story, and allow me to touch a part of your mind you let locked away, darling, parent, sibling, quibbling cognitive miser tell me a story and you'll end up wiser for knowing it, for imparting it, let's party it and part with the sweetest words of goodness, I could hear from you To be continued

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I give my body up To anyone that asks, Just to have 30 minutes Of artificial love unmasked But when it’s all done, It’s over too soon, My face plunges my hands, Tears turn my fingers to prunes Like buzzing bees in a hive They can’t seem to sit still, On the edge of the loveseat paralyzed With a defiled heart shaped box to fill I’ve sampled it all I’ve tried different styles, I even bought new makeup I toned and ran extra miles, I bought myself new clothes Hung the old with a noose, Even with pained effort They forever call me “loose” So I starve, I suffer, I pull food from my stomach, I beg johns to stay but they leave, After paying the hotel check With nothing left I stare Out into the dangerous distance, With ripped, lace underwear That to him, didn’t make a difference Tomorrow I will try again To make myself a debutante, Easy gaunt bodies, and shiny hair, Isn’t that what all guys want?

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Jul 3, 2013

Jul 3, 2013 at 4:14 PM UTC

Inquiring Approval

I give my body up To anyone that asks, Just to have 30 minutes Of artificial love unmasked But when it’s all done, It’s over too soon, My face plunges my hands, Tears turn my fingers to prunes Like buzzing bees in a hive They can’t seem to sit still, On the edge of the loveseat paralyzed With a defiled heart shaped box to fill I’ve sampled it all I’ve tried different styles, I even bought new makeup I toned and ran extra miles, I bought myself new clothes Hung the old with a noose, Even with pained effort They forever call me “loose” So I starve, I suffer, I pull food from my stomach, I beg johns to stay but they leave, After paying the hotel check With nothing left I stare Out into the dangerous distance, With ripped, lace underwear That to him, didn’t make a difference Tomorrow I will try again To make myself a debutante, Easy gaunt bodies, and shiny hair, Isn’t that what all guys want?

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Ceremonial bell tolls reverberate in suspense While a flock of ravens sweep the murky skies The mental state of the land is glaringly tense As the caws of the crows create eerie lullabies Unearthly howls reverberate through the Earth Ceaselessly piercing the ears of all those living This dark eve will cast forth a very sadistic birth Of the creatures that run all of Hell unforgiving Zombies will seize the bodies of the deceased Ghouls will torment all lost souls as examples Werewolves will help more souls be released As Vampires do nosh each being as sampled A New Dark Era on Earth is now soon to begin With the Creatures of Darkness harvesting Sin

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Oct 27, 2010

Oct 27, 2010 at 11:13 AM UTC

Nascence Of Darkness

Ceremonial bell tolls reverberate in suspense While a flock of ravens sweep the murky skies The mental state of the land is glaringly tense As the caws of the crows create eerie lullabies Unearthly howls reverberate through the Earth Ceaselessly piercing the ears of all those living This dark eve will cast forth a very sadistic birth Of the creatures that run all of Hell unforgiving Zombies will seize the bodies of the deceased Ghouls will torment all lost souls as examples Werewolves will help more souls be released As Vampires do nosh each being as sampled A New Dark Era on Earth is now soon to begin With the Creatures of Darkness harvesting Sin

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Fortunato, I am called. My friends rate me a connoisseur. Tonight I wear a jester’s garb for the feast day of misrule. Tonight is fine, the wine flows free With honeyed sweetness on my lips My headgear rings with happiness as I enjoy another sip.. Montresor came to speak with me He wore a mask and monkish gown. I shook the hand he offered me. We spoke about a cask of wine. A cask of sherry, dark and sweet Amontillado- so he claimed My friend had paid a premium. Wished me to judge and share his gain. He thought he’d ask Luchresi’s help But that man is no judge of wine. Give him grape juice in a cup And Luchresi would exclaim “How fine” I took his arm and off we went, Not knowing how this night would end. I went quite willing to my doom with this fiend I thought a friend. Montressor’s servants were away Leaving he and I alone He poured for me a warming glass then led me to the catacombs. We sampled others of his wines to keep the cold and damp away. I coughed and could not catch my breath. But from my goal could not be swayed. In the darkness of the tombs Among Montressor’s ancestral bones He victimized my drunkenness I found myself chained to the stones. I quickly learned it was no jest I screamed in vain- none heard my cry As he with brick and mortar built this prison tomb where I will die..

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Dec 2, 2011

Dec 2, 2011 at 9:05 PM UTC

john-f-mccullagh

Fortunato, I am called. My friends rate me a connoisseur. Tonight I wear a jester’s garb for the feast day of misrule. Tonight is fine, the wine flows free With honeyed sweetness on my lips My headgear rings with happiness as I enjoy another sip.. Montresor came to speak with me He wore a mask and monkish gown. I shook the hand he offered me. We spoke about a cask of wine. A cask of sherry, dark and sweet Amontillado- so he claimed My friend had paid a premium. Wished me to judge and share his gain. He thought he’d ask Luchresi’s help But that man is no judge of wine. Give him grape juice in a cup And Luchresi would exclaim “How fine” I took his arm and off we went, Not knowing how this night would end. I went quite willing to my doom with this fiend I thought a friend. Montressor’s servants were away Leaving he and I alone He poured for me a warming glass then led me to the catacombs. We sampled others of his wines to keep the cold and damp away. I coughed and could not catch my breath. But from my goal could not be swayed. In the darkness of the tombs Among Montressor’s ancestral bones He victimized my drunkenness I found myself chained to the stones. I quickly learned it was no jest I screamed in vain- none heard my cry As he with brick and mortar built this prison tomb where I will die..

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An abrasive engagement has determined this arrangement A response to a stimuli is the stimuli for a response Vice-versa A counter Two hands Mark the hours Now I'm tired of sleeping cause I can't record dreaming So I sampled the examples My brain is bathing in their brine In this inkwell on this island I extract some from the mine Excessive correction fueled a cause for prevention If you're trying too hard you'll over extend it

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Apr 9, 2013

Apr 9, 2013 at 5:05 PM UTC

an abrasive engagement

An abrasive engagement has determined this arrangement A response to a stimuli is the stimuli for a response Vice-versa A counter Two hands Mark the hours Now I'm tired of sleeping cause I can't record dreaming So I sampled the examples My brain is bathing in their brine In this inkwell on this island I extract some from the mine Excessive correction fueled a cause for prevention If you're trying too hard you'll over extend it

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Poison was the taste so wicked the pleasures shared my dear . You were the best poison sampled in a nocturnal desire all is dead . Let the pain bring the pleasures of guilt a tattered memory of my most wicked design. When flesh is your vice will you not drown in the darkest waters as I have so easily drown within you.? Her love was a fix. Her passion reeked of ****** and I fell victim as so many other's before. **** me in pains plessure to erase my regrets she begged of me from the confines of a already empty bed. Nothing to fill the void. May are darkness be shared my little girl . Why can't you see the games never revolved around you but merely absorbed you as all the rest. If only we understood the pains pleasure maybe as strangers we could **** as we do the ones best kept secret within hates plain sight. I am the edge of the most evil design. Poison your kiss and forever it lingers to this fool's thirst. Have are secrets simply grown into a existence all there own? Carve are pleasures I see its passion deeply within your eyes Tonight was a regret tomorrow a forgotten tune left to die as my soul apart. Do we question are likes or simply take them as fools and allow them to fade? My demon need's no slumber within my nightmares existence . Sweetheart did you dig only to find a little fractured side of yourself? Are lives are toxic I loved the pain you so easily did embrace as of leftover conquests sweat smells of truths we ourselves can no longer embrace . The door is closed as the belt around your neck. We together are poisons pleasure how tragic this night with others we did waste. As misery always seems to embrace only regret.

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Jul 25, 2014

Jul 25, 2014 at 5:10 AM UTC

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Julia For What We Know

Poison was the taste so wicked the pleasures shared my dear . You were the best poison sampled in a nocturnal desire all is dead . Let the pain bring the pleasures of guilt a tattered memory of my most wicked design. When flesh is your vice will you not drown in the darkest waters as I have so easily drown within you.? Her love was a fix. Her passion reeked of ****** and I fell victim as so many other's before. **** me in pains plessure to erase my regrets she begged of me from the confines of a already empty bed. Nothing to fill the void. May are darkness be shared my little girl . Why can't you see the games never revolved around you but merely absorbed you as all the rest. If only we understood the pains pleasure maybe as strangers we could **** as we do the ones best kept secret within hates plain sight. I am the edge of the most evil design. Poison your kiss and forever it lingers to this fool's thirst. Have are secrets simply grown into a existence all there own? Carve are pleasures I see its passion deeply within your eyes Tonight was a regret tomorrow a forgotten tune left to die as my soul apart. Do we question are likes or simply take them as fools and allow them to fade? My demon need's no slumber within my nightmares existence . Sweetheart did you dig only to find a little fractured side of yourself? Are lives are toxic I loved the pain you so easily did embrace as of leftover conquests sweat smells of truths we ourselves can no longer embrace . The door is closed as the belt around your neck. We together are poisons pleasure how tragic this night with others we did waste. As misery always seems to embrace only regret.

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I've sampled love have looked it in the face I have felt the warmth of it's soft embrace I lost that touch but, at least I had a taste I have felt the feeling of floating out in space I've sampled love have had the taste on my lips I have felt the touch of love's fingertips I lost that touch but, at least I got a glimpse I have felt the feeling of when a heart skips

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Apr 30, 2015

Apr 30, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC

i've sampled love

I've sampled love have looked it in the face I have felt the warmth of it's soft embrace I lost that touch but, at least I had a taste I have felt the feeling of floating out in space I've sampled love have had the taste on my lips I have felt the touch of love's fingertips I lost that touch but, at least I got a glimpse I have felt the feeling of when a heart skips

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Who’s everyone talking to? I thought by now true consciousness would transcend the me generation The zero’s have already passed and we hide our minds behind our darting eyes Each of us unto ourselves as creativity has been substituted for sampled reality boredom Plastic sheets of electronic thought arrangement made to order Recycled hero’s priced beyond the dreams of street urchins Imagination unplugged as shock is delivered to your carpal tunnel fingers Glancing at reality to measure the distance between metal before returning to civilizations ruins Did you hear a word I said? I told you that I love you I told you about a problem that I had But the scroll widened to the edges of attention deficit view It's just as well that you didn't know what happened while you drank yourself into oblivion Your addictions were planned in past decades by people who now buy islands They laugh at how they made robots out of beating hearts And you continue to let another ten years pass because the gun was taken from their hands I wish my face to be in your hands To see the excitement in your eyes as flesh and nerves are rediscovered Maybe you can call me and I will answer as our fears are sheltered by a touch screen And if our feet happen to collide we will see how the human touch is not to be wired

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Jun 27, 2012

Jun 27, 2012 at 11:56 PM UTC

Digital Generation

Who’s everyone talking to? I thought by now true consciousness would transcend the me generation The zero’s have already passed and we hide our minds behind our darting eyes Each of us unto ourselves as creativity has been substituted for sampled reality boredom Plastic sheets of electronic thought arrangement made to order Recycled hero’s priced beyond the dreams of street urchins Imagination unplugged as shock is delivered to your carpal tunnel fingers Glancing at reality to measure the distance between metal before returning to civilizations ruins Did you hear a word I said? I told you that I love you I told you about a problem that I had But the scroll widened to the edges of attention deficit view It's just as well that you didn't know what happened while you drank yourself into oblivion Your addictions were planned in past decades by people who now buy islands They laugh at how they made robots out of beating hearts And you continue to let another ten years pass because the gun was taken from their hands I wish my face to be in your hands To see the excitement in your eyes as flesh and nerves are rediscovered Maybe you can call me and I will answer as our fears are sheltered by a touch screen And if our feet happen to collide we will see how the human touch is not to be wired

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An assortment of experiences Empirically gather I’ve sampled the sacred nectar I’ve climbed Jacob’s ladder I’ve found to stay clear Of both worry and fear Is the key to longevity In this life we hold dear Yet the eyes of this world Are more near than farsighted And the strangers next door Are rarely invited Close-mindedness and fear Are cultural building blocks Compassion is an open gate Indifference keeps it locked Only love can mend A world so far apart The path we are missing Lies within our hearts...

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May 19, 2013

May 19, 2013 at 4:55 PM UTC

THE STRANGER NEXT DOOR

An assortment of experiences Empirically gather I’ve sampled the sacred nectar I’ve climbed Jacob’s ladder I’ve found to stay clear Of both worry and fear Is the key to longevity In this life we hold dear Yet the eyes of this world Are more near than farsighted And the strangers next door Are rarely invited Close-mindedness and fear Are cultural building blocks Compassion is an open gate Indifference keeps it locked Only love can mend A world so far apart The path we are missing Lies within our hearts...

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Being that I am a philosophical being. I find myself pondering many unique thoughts, as I sit and stare off at the night time sky. Earlier, I dined upon a sweet, young flower seller, down at the Square. She wore a shawl about her shoulders ,that were stooping too soon on someone so young. As though the weight of all her thoughts, rested upon her delicate shoulders. Well, she has no need to worry now. After I sampled her blood, I slipped a thousand Pounds into her skirt pocket. It always does good for a shepard to tend his flock. Ah yes! Pondering thoughts. I wonder what would happen, if were to awake to be mortal once more? What if I were to conceive an allergy to blood? Maybe I should allow myself to fancy myself in love and marry? What if I were to enter a church in all my monstrous glory? What fun! Or, what if I was no longer welcomed by Polite Society? What if my tailor quit!? Or say, if I were to reach out to you, the reader of my night time missives, right now. Grab you 'bout the throat and drink deep? Ha! But, what nonsense I ponder and write of. For I will always be welcomed among Polite Society. I am far too charming not to be. My tailor, although routinely vexed with me for the late night hours I employ his services, would never quit me. I pay his exorbinate fees without qualms. The rest of my meanderings. Ha! I fear not a one. But, the mere thought of Crystal having kittens herself....GADS! ~Lord Kellington

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Oct 30, 2010

Oct 30, 2010 at 1:07 PM UTC

The Diary Of Lord Kellington (17)

Being that I am a philosophical being. I find myself pondering many unique thoughts, as I sit and stare off at the night time sky. Earlier, I dined upon a sweet, young flower seller, down at the Square. She wore a shawl about her shoulders ,that were stooping too soon on someone so young. As though the weight of all her thoughts, rested upon her delicate shoulders. Well, she has no need to worry now. After I sampled her blood, I slipped a thousand Pounds into her skirt pocket. It always does good for a shepard to tend his flock. Ah yes! Pondering thoughts. I wonder what would happen, if were to awake to be mortal once more? What if I were to conceive an allergy to blood? Maybe I should allow myself to fancy myself in love and marry? What if I were to enter a church in all my monstrous glory? What fun! Or, what if I was no longer welcomed by Polite Society? What if my tailor quit!? Or say, if I were to reach out to you, the reader of my night time missives, right now. Grab you 'bout the throat and drink deep? Ha! But, what nonsense I ponder and write of. For I will always be welcomed among Polite Society. I am far too charming not to be. My tailor, although routinely vexed with me for the late night hours I employ his services, would never quit me. I pay his exorbinate fees without qualms. The rest of my meanderings. Ha! I fear not a one. But, the mere thought of Crystal having kittens herself....GADS! ~Lord Kellington

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Straps encrusted with family crests Dutifully straddled the masculine figure Armor affectionately clasped the broad chest The sword nudged in between calloused hands The helm longed to greet a rough beard Now all suited and lusting for heroic feats Yet when such attire Came upon the visage Of man's unequal other Night did descend in haste Blotting out the irises in mass So that heroine’s, Great daughters Drowned in the depths of darkness Choking in fits as they sunk Until their feet sampled the sand Of history’s vast ocean

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Oct 2, 2018

Oct 2, 2018 at 5:46 PM UTC

Ode to Hidden figures

Straps encrusted with family crests Dutifully straddled the masculine figure Armor affectionately clasped the broad chest The sword nudged in between calloused hands The helm longed to greet a rough beard Now all suited and lusting for heroic feats Yet when such attire Came upon the visage Of man's unequal other Night did descend in haste Blotting out the irises in mass So that heroine’s, Great daughters Drowned in the depths of darkness Choking in fits as they sunk Until their feet sampled the sand Of history’s vast ocean

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