"sessoms" poems - Hello Poetry

Love came along in my life. Hell...Christ...Cigarettes! I couldn't forgive my passion, the way it made me feel as I looked to jesus drying up in the sun. The metaphors deserve all the glory don't they? Thinking of big nights and warm lips, and all while just wanting to **** Golden eyes resting on the gold of god, who was really just burning to see me a cowboy pacing west like a turtle. Still standing on tight-line-friends yearning from a choir of grace and speachless as nothing happens save the rise of an old moon, rest it's soul. Yet I simply cared to think of days without the open smoke which was lighter than my fingers as I touched you hard within stammers of each breathe. Years gone by and still sure he'd lost; swearing on everlasting angels.

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Nov 23, 2012

Nov 23, 2012 at 5:03 AM UTC

ByronTheDane

For Austin Sessoms 2

Love came along in my life. Hell...Christ...Cigarettes! I couldn't forgive my passion, the way it made me feel as I looked to jesus drying up in the sun. The metaphors deserve all the glory don't they? Thinking of big nights and warm lips, and all while just wanting to **** Golden eyes resting on the gold of god, who was really just burning to see me a cowboy pacing west like a turtle. Still standing on tight-line-friends yearning from a choir of grace and speachless as nothing happens save the rise of an old moon, rest it's soul. Yet I simply cared to think of days without the open smoke which was lighter than my fingers as I touched you hard within stammers of each breathe. Years gone by and still sure he'd lost; swearing on everlasting angels.

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I am the artist echoing into oblivion echoing I am the artist echoing into oblivion the song of degenerate youth and reprobate age. giving up my right to opinion to play the devil's advocate because he was once an angel why must we demonize anyone who wishes to match us in greatness? do we fear our own success so much? or is it failure? or is it virtue left to the necessity of virtue? I am God because I must be. if you could be, then I could not echo into oblivion that Satan was once good he is still good he wants nothing more than to be Christlike this too is our fate our desperate plea for sanctification is commission of suicide whether we seek evil. or perfection. we are fated to damnation is this justice? God is a petty child. impotent if matched. a bully. silencing those of power. crippling those with promise. echo into oblivion child of God. seek not Christ. hell is your fate hell is your fate hell is yours hell is you hell is hell

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Oct 10, 2012

Oct 10, 2012 at 2:31 AM UTC

ByronTheDane

By Austin Sessoms

I am the artist echoing into oblivion echoing I am the artist echoing into oblivion the song of degenerate youth and reprobate age. giving up my right to opinion to play the devil's advocate because he was once an angel why must we demonize anyone who wishes to match us in greatness? do we fear our own success so much? or is it failure? or is it virtue left to the necessity of virtue? I am God because I must be. if you could be, then I could not echo into oblivion that Satan was once good he is still good he wants nothing more than to be Christlike this too is our fate our desperate plea for sanctification is commission of suicide whether we seek evil. or perfection. we are fated to damnation is this justice? God is a petty child. impotent if matched. a bully. silencing those of power. crippling those with promise. echo into oblivion child of God. seek not Christ. hell is your fate hell is your fate hell is yours hell is you hell is hell

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Same **** different day Clock ticks to the right Everybody got a story But nobody got the glory It’s like a fight to the top Whether you like it or not One purpose, one reason They brought us here together Bright lights, expensive beer And blankets on the lawn Everybody killing time Until the day turns to dusk That’s when you get that feeling VIP taking the stage Like I said same **** different day It will make you go insane. Written by Pender Sessoms

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Jul 28, 2010

Jul 28, 2010 at 12:14 PM UTC

asd

Show Day

Same **** different day Clock ticks to the right Everybody got a story But nobody got the glory It’s like a fight to the top Whether you like it or not One purpose, one reason They brought us here together Bright lights, expensive beer And blankets on the lawn Everybody killing time Until the day turns to dusk That’s when you get that feeling VIP taking the stage Like I said same **** different day It will make you go insane. Written by Pender Sessoms

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