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Mother, the Word timeless Hymnals devote Bore her Best Ribbon in Prayer and Gift With the Earth her Nature's Theatre denote Four Years Beyond; She would make her own Lift I speak of the Fruit all may come to Love, Branched with Four Maidens and a Knight do Sponsor And the King, whose Black Gold sprouts well-above, Branded Pride onto her; And gave her Honour Well that their Woolen Rope I can't compete Plus the Ring advised by the Prince of the North Still, a Grounded Vow I plan to complete For an Aunt called TRUST; And all that she's Worth. Grateful much, M'am, for your Good Decision Despite me Un-Known; The Owl you Rendition.
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Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 5:31 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE: LAURA WELSH COOK
Where as one told me a Girl so Beloved Whose White Soldiers fought hard to overtake But Bless her River-Red Defense involved Un-sully her Soft-Flaming Mind does make Grateful for the Favour you volunteer Though Shy, Cross-Country we can still befriend Souls like you, Countenance; And in Best Cheer The Angel whose Healing Hands recommend May I know your Name? So that I Sponsor At least in Spirit Common Bonds reveal Hands clasped, and pray for Hope in your Honour Dear Sweet Maple from Mountie's Duty - HEAL! I'll let you Rest now. And Mum take over To Pepper your Dreams on Light's recover.
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Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 8:30 PM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE: BECCA JAYDE
Tradition! The Pope's Grand Inquisitor And Champion of Tories and White-Hats alike Long have we burned by Gomorrah's Sponsor With ***** salt our Nails to crucify That you by nature have never been wrong Since from my origin I took Respect But that Pink Exercise training that strong Was too much for your Pride to interpret So you sent your Armies to **** our Cause, Those Innocent Seeds we died to preserve Quoting the Organ's Functions as our fault Then getting the Whipping we all deserve. My Message, kind Sir, is that Object Which you must Observe; Which you must Reflect.
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Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - SEVENTY - TOM DALEY
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Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 1:58 PM UTC
Post-Capitalism
even teddy said i got the sickest tricks brah. like my abilities source from some kinda legendary liquid                                                                                       / praise the lord / monster energy should sponsor me. a kickflip over the king’s *** hole & a halfcab for the looky-loos. i feel so tall when i climb that heap of asphalt trimmings & see clear from the water tower to the bluffs. gimme a good day, any day at the bluffs, bottlerockets & girly birds. her body brings a swarm of worms. decomp, said the f.b.i. men one by one with tweezers. not quite the homecoming queen, still wrapped in plastic. look up. see that great mess of wires, nest of powerlines and owl bones? it crackles and croons its electro-spectral purr all night and day. new neck tat & cody spends his paycheck on a crossbow. we target practice on a bull skull. wet cigarettes and turpentine-soaked socks for a good huff in the dry of the roofline as it dumps. there’s that little boy in a ghost mask again, tap-dancing in puddles below the streetlamp, & oversized shoes. his grandmoms always be watchin’ from the window. [whispers] she’s teaching him magic. lucky unit 19: where our young dead damsel once dolled herself up, you see men and headlights would roll thru thrice nightly, maybe more. & i remember her punch red lips & big whicker hat; while she weeded and watered her garden of begonias. the sheriff’s deputy, hart? hicks? hogan? well he loved her a bunch. stole her clothes in the middle of the night, & sat beside the river sobbing into clumped fists of bra and blouse. i bought ******* from that guy once or twice. harold? howard? guess who showed his face today? josiah, from unit 08. since the incident with molly’s beagle, he’s been rarely seen. took a bee line straight for the mailbox. a package. a prize. a decoder ring/secret map sweepstakes to be seen and deciphered.
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Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC
& skullduggery at the fat trout trailer park
even teddy said i got the sickest tricks brah. like my abilities source from some kinda legendary liquid                                                                                       / praise the lord / monster energy should sponsor me. a kickflip over the king’s *** hole & a halfcab for the looky-loos. i feel so tall when i climb that heap of asphalt trimmings & see clear from the water tower to the bluffs. gimme a good day, any day at the bluffs, bottlerockets & girly birds. her body brings a swarm of worms. decomp, said the f.b.i. men one by one with tweezers. not quite the homecoming queen, still wrapped in plastic. look up. see that great mess of wires, nest of powerlines and owl bones? it crackles and croons its electro-spectral purr all night and day. new neck tat & cody spends his paycheck on a crossbow. we target practice on a bull skull. wet cigarettes and turpentine-soaked socks for a good huff in the dry of the roofline as it dumps. there’s that little boy in a ghost mask again, tap-dancing in puddles below the streetlamp, & oversized shoes. his grandmoms always be watchin’ from the window. [whispers] she’s teaching him magic. lucky unit 19: where our young dead damsel once dolled herself up, you see men and headlights would roll thru thrice nightly, maybe more. & i remember her punch red lips & big whicker hat; while she weeded and watered her garden of begonias. the sheriff’s deputy, hart? hicks? hogan? well he loved her a bunch. stole her clothes in the middle of the night, & sat beside the river sobbing into clumped fists of bra and blouse. i bought ******* from that guy once or twice. harold? howard? guess who showed his face today? josiah, from unit 08. since the incident with molly’s beagle, he’s been rarely seen. took a bee line straight for the mailbox. a package. a prize. a decoder ring/secret map sweepstakes to be seen and deciphered.
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where is that Dettol cream to soothe these burns tearing up my fragile skin can’t handle these children in conversations, at the dinner table, like Pinot Noir a stain on the embroidery, what has happened to the Panadol on the twelfth shelf of the walk in pantry we’re all going to throw a ***** it’s all plasters, plastercine playdough, dresses with cheap cliché’ commercial slogans - such a numb drum melody, the top shelf of every pantry is a ***** might as well lend a little helping hand, sponsor a child charity
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Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 2:59 PM UTC
superficial
Florrie stands at the garden gate, How much longer must she wait? The Postman was due ages ago What will he bring today for Flo Junk mail or a pile of bills Or a letter from her daughter Jill Maybe a seed catalogue Or a letter requesting she sponsor a dog An offer of a new bank card Or book-club offers of works by the Bard Or a parcel from her sister Sally Now living in the Rhonda Valley A letter about changing her energy supplier They promise her a cheaper deal Then the bills are higher A spring catalogue from Ann Summers Or a free sheet advertising plumbers Oh postman, what is keeping you? Florrie has better things to do Than wait and wait and wait and wait Shivering at the garden gate
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Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 3:24 PM UTC
Waiting for the postman
Joe without his legs Wheelchair, bedside G.I. At a meeting Ruminating and feeling It’s like A.A. Rehabilitation games The system plays War Craft with missing halves PTSD R e s p e c t That ain’t the half Of the stink and the taint Sniffing glue Replacing chipped paint Joe only worries If there’s somewheres To be After rehab Need a Lyft Uber quick Downtown a ton to do Joe worries arriving in 12 steps Sponsor anonymously Befriend responsibly Joe worries Like long time buds His legs That they won’t work Like they did back when He got laid And was paid By way of Vietnam And ****** Uncle Sam. Joe worries Of wheelchair accesses His favorite places without Doors he’d like to Fit in And go on Normally Accepted To be loved like a brother That no one knew And no one seems or cares to Joe feels like A third wheel A phantom limb Who’s bucket list is to “Invest in the Google” “Learn how to use The cloud”
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Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 1:50 PM UTC
Joe.
you needed each other though neither of you yet knew it each ingesting what each season offered growing beyond near defeats each winter bare and shivering each summer consuming broad and open laughing all the while showing bridges between deep past and next season neither existing without the water the other poured willingly one for the blinding yet nurturing impending solar singularity and the other for the pleasant aroma and the welcoming blossom and the predictability the companionship and when you our beautiful ample matriarch left us so did your sister and her leaves fell and then her petals and her pistol stamen limbs as if weeping for the loss of her confidante when you my mischievous sponsor when you fell so did your rival in beauty i used a chainsaw i tossed away her lifeline turned off the faucet and tossed the hose stacked her limbs on the curb for the garbage truck they wont let you bury trees at the cemetery any more
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Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 9:48 PM UTC
Magnolia Blossoms
The struggle is real So I've been told The homie told me yesterday Licks had to be made eating with our enemies sleeping with the Devil But, Expect them not to be evil Broke ***** on the strip Gay Brothas Suckin **** **** ***** licking ***** ***** is you really gay Or need a sponsor for your ******* kid Now tell me aint that some **** Everybody wanna be sucka free so we say the sweet lovers just thirsty the dog nighas Got flex game see Pipe it up , Shut it down, Light it up Smoking loud in big crowds Crazy girls and wild ****** Broke ******* styling and profiling Living in hotels and wiling For that dolla , she'll let you holla , hit and even spit
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Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC
The struggle is real
A quick word from my sponsor i got a case of the ambition and the case of too much emotion Don't worry, this will be over in thirty seconds Because ***** the rules I'm just a penny searching for a glamorous jewel to accompany I make everything complicated I hope you read that paragraph in my handbook You threw it out? You passed this test. One point for you!
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Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 10:25 PM UTC
A Penny And A Jewel
Letter Of A Young Polish Nobleman, Warsaw, 1759 There was a farce performed the other day In the cathedral, where, as is my wont, I'd gone to mass. While kneeling near the font, I saw, when I had just begun to pray, A mob of filthy Jews swarm up the aisle To be baptised. The King himself was there And even stood as sponsor to a pair Of thick lips with a most unpleasant smile. Back home, I asked my steward, Mendel Gryn, What it had been about. "Pan Casimir," He said, "The man you saw was Yankev Frank, Those were his followers: they claim that sin Leads Man to God, but now, baptised, I hear They've all been raised, by law, to noble rank."
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Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 11:01 PM UTC
Letter Of A Young Polish Nobleman, Warsaw, 1759
To the boy with the saxophone skills, I miss you. I never said it and now I see that it was bad. I hope I see you again. To the girl who ******* me over, **** you ❤️** To my old youth leaders from church, You left and so did I. You might come back, but I won't. To my sister, Yes, I'm still ****** off. I had to call 911 for you. I'm glad you're okay. To my first crush, Was I too much? To my cat, You only like me because I feed you. That's okay. To the girl who is quieter than I am, Speak up, honey. They won't see your brilliance so make them hear it. To the homeless man on Jackson Road, Where are the shoes my mother bought you? To my other sister, You are a whirlwind of emotions. You are amazing. You are unstoppable. Grow up and be unconquerable. To the mailman, I'm sorry that we're always ordering so many things online. I'm sorry that they were big packages. To the cute boy at HEB, I know you work there. Yes, I look for you every time. To my cousin Denisse on my mothers side, You're annoying. Shut up. To Denisse's older sister, Monica, I'm sorry about your sister. I'm sure you've hit her. To my "father", It's been years since I last saw you. It's been years since you last stopped calling. To my friends, I know I'm an idiot. I know I'm sarcastic. I know I can be mean, but trust me, I don't mean it. Please forgive me. To the man at the post office, Get over it. It's your job. To my 7th grade Texas history teacher, You taught me the meaning of sarcasm. I have yet to perfect it. To my 9th grade history teacher, You were the sweetest teacher I have ever had. You taught me the meaning of procrastination. To my best friend, You are my soul mate and will always be my better, whiter half. To my brother, You might think that I hate you, but trust me. I don't. To my stepfather (the second one), You were always my favorite one. To the stray cat that attacks mine, Go away. To the missing sock that always stays lost, Where have you gone and how can I find you? To my UIL Ready Writing sponsor, I enjoyed spending those Saturdays with you. You taught me where the word ******** came from. Thank you. To the boy that my best friend dated for a while, She did like you, I promise. Her love was just too strong and burned way too fast. Better luck next time. To the computer-programming textbook that I've had under my bed for a year, I don't regret that decision. To my mother, I love you. Thank you for raising me the way you did. To the kids who skipped and smoked at school, How I wish I could join you. To the Bowery Poetry Club in New York City, One day I will go back and you will be open and I will perform. To the boy I love, I hope that one day you find someone that you love as much as I love you. I hope it's me.
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Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 12:37 AM UTC
To My/The
To the boy with the saxophone skills, I miss you. I never said it and now I see that it was bad. I hope I see you again. To the girl who ******* me over, **** you ❤️** To my old youth leaders from church, You left and so did I. You might come back, but I won't. To my sister, Yes, I'm still ****** off. I had to call 911 for you. I'm glad you're okay. To my first crush, Was I too much? To my cat, You only like me because I feed you. That's okay. To the girl who is quieter than I am, Speak up, honey. They won't see your brilliance so make them hear it. To the homeless man on Jackson Road, Where are the shoes my mother bought you? To my other sister, You are a whirlwind of emotions. You are amazing. You are unstoppable. Grow up and be unconquerable. To the mailman, I'm sorry that we're always ordering so many things online. I'm sorry that they were big packages. To the cute boy at HEB, I know you work there. Yes, I look for you every time. To my cousin Denisse on my mothers side, You're annoying. Shut up. To Denisse's older sister, Monica, I'm sorry about your sister. I'm sure you've hit her. To my "father", It's been years since I last saw you. It's been years since you last stopped calling. To my friends, I know I'm an idiot. I know I'm sarcastic. I know I can be mean, but trust me, I don't mean it. Please forgive me. To the man at the post office, Get over it. It's your job. To my 7th grade Texas history teacher, You taught me the meaning of sarcasm. I have yet to perfect it. To my 9th grade history teacher, You were the sweetest teacher I have ever had. You taught me the meaning of procrastination. To my best friend, You are my soul mate and will always be my better, whiter half. To my brother, You might think that I hate you, but trust me. I don't. To my stepfather (the second one), You were always my favorite one. To the stray cat that attacks mine, Go away. To the missing sock that always stays lost, Where have you gone and how can I find you? To my UIL Ready Writing sponsor, I enjoyed spending those Saturdays with you. You taught me where the word ******** came from. Thank you. To the boy that my best friend dated for a while, She did like you, I promise. Her love was just too strong and burned way too fast. Better luck next time. To the computer-programming textbook that I've had under my bed for a year, I don't regret that decision. To my mother, I love you. Thank you for raising me the way you did. To the kids who skipped and smoked at school, How I wish I could join you. To the Bowery Poetry Club in New York City, One day I will go back and you will be open and I will perform. To the boy I love, I hope that one day you find someone that you love as much as I love you. I hope it's me.
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i need this listerine for my bad breath he said, but i knew better than to give him a quarter. he begged me with blue eyes and every puff we exhaled into the back bay that grey morning. i’m here to help i answered him and i’ve been there- at McLean in ART, where the girls didn’t like me cause my music was a trigger. but i pulled through, sometimes on my own, with help from a court appointed drug group (even though i carpooled every wednesday in a baked out mini van). i’m here because day after day i dragged my spinning body to the toilet, sun dawning, to spew bright yellow fluid into the waiting water. and i’ve hit the ocean floor: i used to sniff the bowl to make the ***** come up faster. i’d say if i get up again in less than ten minutes, it’s gonna be a rough day (but yesterday started this way and i ended it with a beer in my hand anyway). i’m here because when officer spirito dragged my racing body through the hallways handcuffed, because of the purses missing from the locker room, i still spent the night on the closet floor rocking back and forth, knees to pounding chest, a hollow voice on the phone saying i’ll be fine (but i know that ***** cut with ether and i’m gonna need a hospital). i told my sponsor i wanna get clean cause dope is taking my friends one by one like bowling pins, and i’m lonely cause all my ex boyfriends are still locked up upstate. she just told me to pray to god (but everybody knows that prayer only works in emergencies). i’m here because that relapse my first year of college got me pretty close to death. i didn’t know i could puke that far and the emts didn’t know a heart could beat that fast. but **** the past and **** the future. i can’t say much about the rest of my life, but i can make sure i’m sober the rest of this night. you can get through centuries one hour at a time, so since i know what you want it for why would i give you that quarter? no response except a drop of spit hung from his silver beard like a pendulum, and the smell of the chicken i left to cook too long inside that soup kitchen. if i didn’t laugh, i would have cried the whole time that he said to me i need this listerine, baby, i need listerine i need this listerine for my bad breath.
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Sep 28, 2011
Sep 28, 2011 at 12:11 AM UTC
my sober poem
i need this listerine for my bad breath he said, but i knew better than to give him a quarter. he begged me with blue eyes and every puff we exhaled into the back bay that grey morning. i’m here to help i answered him and i’ve been there- at McLean in ART, where the girls didn’t like me cause my music was a trigger. but i pulled through, sometimes on my own, with help from a court appointed drug group (even though i carpooled every wednesday in a baked out mini van). i’m here because day after day i dragged my spinning body to the toilet, sun dawning, to spew bright yellow fluid into the waiting water. and i’ve hit the ocean floor: i used to sniff the bowl to make the ***** come up faster. i’d say if i get up again in less than ten minutes, it’s gonna be a rough day (but yesterday started this way and i ended it with a beer in my hand anyway). i’m here because when officer spirito dragged my racing body through the hallways handcuffed, because of the purses missing from the locker room, i still spent the night on the closet floor rocking back and forth, knees to pounding chest, a hollow voice on the phone saying i’ll be fine (but i know that ***** cut with ether and i’m gonna need a hospital). i told my sponsor i wanna get clean cause dope is taking my friends one by one like bowling pins, and i’m lonely cause all my ex boyfriends are still locked up upstate. she just told me to pray to god (but everybody knows that prayer only works in emergencies). i’m here because that relapse my first year of college got me pretty close to death. i didn’t know i could puke that far and the emts didn’t know a heart could beat that fast. but **** the past and **** the future. i can’t say much about the rest of my life, but i can make sure i’m sober the rest of this night. you can get through centuries one hour at a time, so since i know what you want it for why would i give you that quarter? no response except a drop of spit hung from his silver beard like a pendulum, and the smell of the chicken i left to cook too long inside that soup kitchen. if i didn’t laugh, i would have cried the whole time that he said to me i need this listerine, baby, i need listerine i need this listerine for my bad breath.
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Over the past few years, white and red, black, white and black. I work for a long time. But Bernard's war, civil war, war with Russia, Russia, Russia, Russia, Russia and other countries. Kenya, Uganda, pigs, dogs, women and adults are good. Dreams, dreams, dreams and goals are reflected in the world. Hawaiians are present today in Paris, Austria, Honduras and Ireland. It is a weak helper who helps the user to listen to the sponsor. The first company received the name 100% and full of fire, Isaac answered: "They do not understand and do not get upset." This rule should apply to all court cases. Damage to dust and particles changes the red-eye effect. The best libraries in Russia, Russia, Russia and Russia are two people for long distances, two people and three people. Kenya, American women over 60 years old. Monkeys and Christians and Armstrong's fauna represent the gods of Austria, Italy, Ireland, stars, and the gods of all gods of Austria. do not go. Belgium is wrong. Changes in the node and change of paper-in-law. Dogs: For more information about the editor, see: Healthy box with a yellow child. Aaron Illustus 1. In recent years white, red and white. We work for a long time. This work - Russia, Russia, Russia, Russia, Russia, Russia and France, as well as the secular war. Kenya, Uganda, pigs, cats, adults, differences and taxpayers. Austria is now a paradise, and today people in Honduras and Ireland are today called Hawaiian. Many users can listen to Spanish. First of all, I would like to remind you about the jungle and I am above them. Look at Isaac. The groom grew and lifted him up. Try now. You must register your mobile phone. Dust, pesticides, foreign textbooks are different. For three years I have been proud of all the red bodies and far east of Russia, over 60 women, especially women who have lived in Kenya for over 10 years, in women aborigines' social organizations, especially in Austria, Italy, and Old America and Kenya. "They do not like anything, they do not like anything, they do not like anything, they're big snakes." Some publishers have found jungles in Russia, Russia, Northeast Asia, and Eastern Europe. 140,041.2 thousand People (200 bears, Moscow, languages, authorities) Sunlight Recently, ****** white, light wars, Russia, Russia, Russia and other regions of Kenya, Uganda, were very interesting to other people's lives.
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Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
UK - 100% & Full of Fire
Over the past few years, white and red, black, white and black. I work for a long time. But Bernard's war, civil war, war with Russia, Russia, Russia, Russia, Russia and other countries. Kenya, Uganda, pigs, dogs, women and adults are good. Dreams, dreams, dreams and goals are reflected in the world. Hawaiians are present today in Paris, Austria, Honduras and Ireland. It is a weak helper who helps the user to listen to the sponsor. The first company received the name 100% and full of fire, Isaac answered: "They do not understand and do not get upset." This rule should apply to all court cases. Damage to dust and particles changes the red-eye effect. The best libraries in Russia, Russia, Russia and Russia are two people for long distances, two people and three people. Kenya, American women over 60 years old. Monkeys and Christians and Armstrong's fauna represent the gods of Austria, Italy, Ireland, stars, and the gods of all gods of Austria. do not go. Belgium is wrong. Changes in the node and change of paper-in-law. Dogs: For more information about the editor, see: Healthy box with a yellow child. Aaron Illustus 1. In recent years white, red and white. We work for a long time. This work - Russia, Russia, Russia, Russia, Russia, Russia and France, as well as the secular war. Kenya, Uganda, pigs, cats, adults, differences and taxpayers. Austria is now a paradise, and today people in Honduras and Ireland are today called Hawaiian. Many users can listen to Spanish. First of all, I would like to remind you about the jungle and I am above them. Look at Isaac. The groom grew and lifted him up. Try now. You must register your mobile phone. Dust, pesticides, foreign textbooks are different. For three years I have been proud of all the red bodies and far east of Russia, over 60 women, especially women who have lived in Kenya for over 10 years, in women aborigines' social organizations, especially in Austria, Italy, and Old America and Kenya. "They do not like anything, they do not like anything, they do not like anything, they're big snakes." Some publishers have found jungles in Russia, Russia, Northeast Asia, and Eastern Europe. 140,041.2 thousand People (200 bears, Moscow, languages, authorities) Sunlight Recently, ****** white, light wars, Russia, Russia, Russia and other regions of Kenya, Uganda, were very interesting to other people's lives.
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For years I have waded in plenty, fingers Wrinkled with the evidence of fulfillment. Belly gross with abundance, I birthed discontent again and again. I became blinded, eyes watery with With surplus, reflecting only quantity. I praised commerce heartily ad infinitum Bending my knees in supplication to its institutions. The Mall, The Supermarket, were holy ground. I have lost my faith, and think, sacrilegiously, of summer afternoons in the mountains. There is no text beneath the painted dusk. Twilight falls without a sponsor. I do not Enjoy Coke. I look, furtively, for places Visa isn’t, and drink tap water when no one is looking. I remind myself that rainbows don’t taste of candy and that M&M;’s have melted in my hand smudges of color I can’t seem to wash away.
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Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 9:13 PM UTC
Abundance
to feel your lips on my lips, would be such bliss. you place your hands on my hips, and give me the kiss of bitter truth. to know you, a gift. if you’d let me I’d love you never, possibly forever. sharing my deepest darkest secrets, my mangled thoughts, my incoherent dreams, looking for a bit of salvation. the slightest bit of peace. lays in your eyes, in my heart. the thoughts had for you and i. could never come to be. perhaps we are too much the same oh, let me tell you that brings my heart such pain. you visit my dreams often, this secret love, i shall carry to my coffin. and now i shall sleep, that’s the only place that you and i, will ever be, how i wish us to be. so let me dream, only to see your face. to kiss your lips to feel your touch my heart cries for you why isn't that enough
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Apr 4, 2010
Apr 4, 2010 at 9:02 AM UTC
In Love, [with my sponsor]
Please dip my hands in pools of blood and forge my fingerprints to stamp your war; Quote the unspoken, push comes to shove, combat your backing who don’t own more than enough wealth to prosper and flourish on stolen oil and cargo to help bypass law. Please use terror on terror; and perish the thought that the feared foe can use more. Fight fear with fear; shock and awe to remove from my conscience crossfire victims. Don’t anger the angry but step on the small to earn the wealth to combat the cruel. Yet when I attempt to reprint your culture defend to the pen the rights of your sponsor.
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May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 4:53 PM UTC
Forgers and Piracy
For years I have waded in plenty, fingers Wrinkled with the evidence of fulfillment. Belly gross with abundance, I birthed discontent again and again. I became blinded, eyes watery with With surplus, reflecting only quantity. I praised commerce heartily ad infinitum Bending my knees in supplication to its institutions. The Mall, The Supermarket, were holy ground. I have lost my faith, and think, sacrilegiously, of summer afternoons in the mountains. There is no text beneath the painted dusk. Twilight falls without a sponsor. I do not Enjoy Coke. I look, furtively, for places Visa isn’t, and drink tap water when no one is looking. I remind myself that rainbows don’t taste of candy and that M&M;’s have melted in my hand smudges of color I can’t seem to wash away.
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Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 9:13 PM UTC
Abundance
We are the fine cut...line cut.. ..potatoe face on Irish lace. We are the here..we are the place. And just in case You fail to understand. We have become the wall art..the new start.. ..the baby grand has grown. We are the music you've never known but you know it now. The anyway we can be anyhow. This is the step that walks out on the street Get out and meet it...it's something you cannot ignore Not something you buy in a la de da store But the free in your ears and the world in your eyes. Prise yourself away from the dusty thoughts of yesterday and look This is today and a new kind of book has evolved. That talks as it turns and revolves as it burns and the ash of the script.. ..strips layers off your skin..and should you want to dive in.. ..Go ahead. The start of a thread of whatever you've ever read disappears And the years drip away. This here is the place and today it's your face on the pack Get up on the stage and attack.. Lay them flat on their back with a salvo of sound Bring it down to the ground. A penny buys a pound..we'll be outlawed They'll call us flawed characters.. ..embarrassing chapters. But let's capture that thought..write stuff and not like you've been taught.. ..but be brazen and ***** to the 'Man' who tells you.."OH NO" He just ain't got the rollocks to be in the show. Let it go and you're lost You'll be reading shinola that you bought at cost from the stall in the mall. Be a pal..break the mould..don't do as you're told but do as you do Look inside of the you..and bang it out..put it down on a sheet Spill out your words to those people you meet..you've got one chance.. ..which is no chance if you don't take it. Get out there and Make it Happen.
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Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 6:55 AM UTC
A word from the sponsor
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A fragile object my friend has given me An eye-candy in my area for everyone to see It has a LED light that makes the scene Takes away the impression that my place is obscene I love how the lighting gives the effect That wings are fluttering as we expect The frail wings are a sign of a delicate subject A gentle object that to me is perfect Real butterflies have brittle wings they use to flee A bright tomorrow is for them to foresee Similar to friendship that is nurtured by thee A form of comparison that you call simile I took photos of this picturesque gift Saddened feeling that it will uplift I thank my sponsor for this dazzling gift And for its purpose, unhappy hearts it shall uplift
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May 4, 2011
May 4, 2011 at 4:50 PM UTC
Butterfly
They told me I was a drug addict, and I refused to consider it. I was scared and I was fearless and I was ancient and young and I didn't know how so many things could fit inside of me, but I knew that they were wrong and they could never understand. They told me I was a drug addict and I thought maybe they knew what they were talking about, after all, and I wanted them to be right because I wanted them to fix me. They told me I was a drug addict and I went to meetings and collected chips and spoke in group and preached recovery. They told me I was a drug addict and I agreed until I got to go home and even then I kept agreeing for a while. They told me I was a drug addict and I sat in meetings and got a sponsor and said all the right things to my parents. They told me I was a drug addict and I got high because I missed it. They told me I was a drug addict and they told my friends and said I'd try to convince them I was okay, and when I did, no one knew who to believe. They told me I was a drug addict and that I hadn't changed at all and even when they said they were sorry, I knew they weren't, really. They told me I was a drug addict in recovery and that the worst was behind me. They told me I was a drug addict and I never stopped for good because I guess I was never sure if I believed them. They told me I was a drug addict, but I think I'm doing okay.
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Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 6:43 AM UTC
Big Blue Book
I am Monster: rough hewn spent and jaded a loaded revolver the dark harbour an improper conduct sponsor the acerbated and saturated sympathy and empathy terminated smarter, harder and sharper sense of honour departed a cloned armoured martyr an existence where love has faded or simply overused and left degraded. I am Monster: shaped by unfortunate events a life of sharpened steel etched with the scent of malcontent chaotic defiance and suicidal descent the rise of the paragon of zeal masked in the stench of the surreal lurking in shadows dark that leaves its presence felt like a silent tsunami watermark. That voice in my head speaking in tongues his tasteless insipid breath fills my lungs the only respite is prescribed medication and meditation dictates; navigate the monster and his origin appellation will have to wait. The sorrow I borrow and the chaos I bring like liquid will eventually rescind like the pulse of a wasp sting the poison will dissipate and then evaporate in the predisposed wrath of tomorrow.
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Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 8:55 AM UTC
I Am Monster
Snow is in the forecast this weekend, but don’t let that stop you from enjoying events in and around Middle Tennessee. The Best Buddies Club at Columbia Central High School is sponsoring a Prom Peek-a-Boo Fashion Show on Sunday at Westbury House in downtown Columbia. Volunteers from schools throughout Maury County plan to model dresses in style for this year’s prom season. Tickets for the event are $10 each and can be purchased at the door. Proceeds benefit Best Buddies, a student organization that pairs students with others who have intellectual and developmental disabilities. Club vice president Lilli Beck said most IDD students usually consider a parent or teacher as friends and usually do not have friends their own age. Peer buddies spend time with their buddy, calling them on the phone or helping them when needed, Beck said. “We use fundraising to buy Christmas gifts and sponsor parties or helping our kids if they need something,” she said. “Some of our kids come from low-income families.” Buddies also are expected to participate in Sunday’s events, serving as greeters and hosts. “I hope I can convince one of them to say a little something at the end of the show,” Beck said. 2. You can’t live in Tennessee without remembering the king of rock-n-roll Elvis Presley, who would have turned 81 on his birthday Friday. There is a long list of activities scheduled at his Graceland home in Memphis, beginning with fans singing Happy Birthday at midnight. Go to www.graceland.com for event schedule and details. 3. Love is in the air in Nashville with the Enchanted Bridal Show on Sunday at the Hutton Hotel. Wedding and event vendors offer a variety of ideas and new styles for spring brides. read more:www.marieaustralia.com/red-formal-dresses www.marieaustralia.com/vintage-formal-dresses
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Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 2:27 AM UTC
Prom dress show Sunday
Snow is in the forecast this weekend, but don’t let that stop you from enjoying events in and around Middle Tennessee. The Best Buddies Club at Columbia Central High School is sponsoring a Prom Peek-a-Boo Fashion Show on Sunday at Westbury House in downtown Columbia. Volunteers from schools throughout Maury County plan to model dresses in style for this year’s prom season. Tickets for the event are $10 each and can be purchased at the door. Proceeds benefit Best Buddies, a student organization that pairs students with others who have intellectual and developmental disabilities. Club vice president Lilli Beck said most IDD students usually consider a parent or teacher as friends and usually do not have friends their own age. Peer buddies spend time with their buddy, calling them on the phone or helping them when needed, Beck said. “We use fundraising to buy Christmas gifts and sponsor parties or helping our kids if they need something,” she said. “Some of our kids come from low-income families.” Buddies also are expected to participate in Sunday’s events, serving as greeters and hosts. “I hope I can convince one of them to say a little something at the end of the show,” Beck said. 2. You can’t live in Tennessee without remembering the king of rock-n-roll Elvis Presley, who would have turned 81 on his birthday Friday. There is a long list of activities scheduled at his Graceland home in Memphis, beginning with fans singing Happy Birthday at midnight. Go to www.graceland.com for event schedule and details. 3. Love is in the air in Nashville with the Enchanted Bridal Show on Sunday at the Hutton Hotel. Wedding and event vendors offer a variety of ideas and new styles for spring brides. read more:www.marieaustralia.com/red-formal-dresses www.marieaustralia.com/vintage-formal-dresses
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