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Jab aankh khuli to amma ki godi ka ek sahara tha uska nanha sa anchal mujhko bhumandal se v pyara tha..... uske chehre ki jhalak dekh chehra phulo sa khilta tha uske stan ki ek bund se mujhko jeevan milta tha haatho se baalo ko noocha pairo se khoob prahar kia phir v us maa ne puchkara humko jee bhar ke pyar kia Mai uska raja beta tha wo ankho ka tara kahti thi mai banu budhape me uska bas ek sahara kahti thi ungli ko pakad chalaya tha padhne vidlaya bheja tha meri naadani ko v neej antar me sadasaheja tha Mere saare prashno ka wo fauran jawab ban jaati thi meri raho ke kaante chun wo khud gulaab ban jaati thi mai bada hua to college se ek rog pyar ka le aaya jis dil me maa ki murat thi wo ramkali ko de aaya shaadi ki pati se papa bana apne rishto me jhul gya ab karwa chauth maanta hu maa ki mamta ko bhul gya hum bhul gye uski maamta mere jeevan ki thati thi hum bhul gye apana jeevan wo amrit wali chaati thi Hum bhul gye wo khud bhukhi rah karke hume khilati thi humko sukha bistar dekar khud geele me soo jaati thi hum bhul gye usne hi hotho ko bhasha sikhlayi thi meri neendo ke lie raat bhar uss maa ne lori gaayi thi hum bhul gye har galti par usne danta samjhaya tha bach jau buri najar se kala teeka sada lagaya tha hum bade hue to mamta wale saare bandhan tod aaye bangle me kutte paal laye maa ko vridhaashram chod aaye apano sapno ka mahal girakar kankar -kankar been laye khudgargi me uske suhag ke aabhushan tak cheen laye Hum maa ko ghar ke batware ki abhilasha tak le aaye usko paawan mandir se gaali ki bhasha tak le aaye to be continued ........(next part may be in next week)
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
shashank-k-dwivedi
Maa
Jab aankh khuli to amma ki godi ka ek sahara tha uska nanha sa anchal mujhko bhumandal se v pyara tha..... uske chehre ki jhalak dekh chehra phulo sa khilta tha uske stan ki ek bund se mujhko jeevan milta tha haatho se baalo ko noocha pairo se khoob prahar kia phir v us maa ne puchkara humko jee bhar ke pyar kia Mai uska raja beta tha wo ankho ka tara kahti thi mai banu budhape me uska bas ek sahara kahti thi ungli ko pakad chalaya tha padhne vidlaya bheja tha meri naadani ko v neej antar me sadasaheja tha Mere saare prashno ka wo fauran jawab ban jaati thi meri raho ke kaante chun wo khud gulaab ban jaati thi mai bada hua to college se ek rog pyar ka le aaya jis dil me maa ki murat thi wo ramkali ko de aaya shaadi ki pati se papa bana apne rishto me jhul gya ab karwa chauth maanta hu maa ki mamta ko bhul gya hum bhul gye uski maamta mere jeevan ki thati thi hum bhul gye apana jeevan wo amrit wali chaati thi Hum bhul gye wo khud bhukhi rah karke hume khilati thi humko sukha bistar dekar khud geele me soo jaati thi hum bhul gye usne hi hotho ko bhasha sikhlayi thi meri neendo ke lie raat bhar uss maa ne lori gaayi thi hum bhul gye har galti par usne danta samjhaya tha bach jau buri najar se kala teeka sada lagaya tha hum bade hue to mamta wale saare bandhan tod aaye bangle me kutte paal laye maa ko vridhaashram chod aaye apano sapno ka mahal girakar kankar -kankar been laye khudgargi me uske suhag ke aabhushan tak cheen laye Hum maa ko ghar ke batware ki abhilasha tak le aaye usko paawan mandir se gaali ki bhasha tak le aaye to be continued ........(next part may be in next week)
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Every now and then I go deep inside my mind Just to have a little rest And see what I can find I don't go in there often It dark and I must say That sometimes I'm afraid That I may lose my way There's a little corner café Where Groucho sits alone Stan Laurel sits there writing gags And Greta Garbo sits and moans Sinatra sings for all of them John Lennon talks to God Brian Jones gives swimming lessons There's Liz Taylor and Mike Todd Over in the distance At a table in the corner Hemmingway sells movie scripts To mogul man Jack Warner Elvis does a hip shake Ruth and Gherig playing catch Bud and Lou do Who's on First Humphrey Bogart lights a  match Charles Dickens playing darts A red balloon comes floating by Andy Warhol sits with Nico Where German pop songs go to die Marilyn and James Dean Sit quietly talking on the stairs John Kennedy and his brother Bob Just pretend that they are both not there Chico plays piano and Harpo with his harp Bad jokes float around the room being told by silent stars Phil Everly and Phil Ramone They're new here so they're woozy Sit talking of the songs they'll miss Rick Nelson sings of Susie You see it is a mad mad place in my head when I may wander I don't go in too deep And I've met Henry Fonda There's images, and icons Family, and friends on a little street inside my head That's a circle with no ends
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Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
roger-turner
Deep Inside My Mind
Every now and then I go deep inside my mind Just to have a little rest And see what I can find I don't go in there often It dark and I must say That sometimes I'm afraid That I may lose my way There's a little corner café Where Groucho sits alone Stan Laurel sits there writing gags And Greta Garbo sits and moans Sinatra sings for all of them John Lennon talks to God Brian Jones gives swimming lessons There's Liz Taylor and Mike Todd Over in the distance At a table in the corner Hemmingway sells movie scripts To mogul man Jack Warner Elvis does a hip shake Ruth and Gherig playing catch Bud and Lou do Who's on First Humphrey Bogart lights a  match Charles Dickens playing darts A red balloon comes floating by Andy Warhol sits with Nico Where German pop songs go to die Marilyn and James Dean Sit quietly talking on the stairs John Kennedy and his brother Bob Just pretend that they are both not there Chico plays piano and Harpo with his harp Bad jokes float around the room being told by silent stars Phil Everly and Phil Ramone They're new here so they're woozy Sit talking of the songs they'll miss Rick Nelson sings of Susie You see it is a mad mad place in my head when I may wander I don't go in too deep And I've met Henry Fonda There's images, and icons Family, and friends on a little street inside my head That's a circle with no ends
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reloading old identity cleping outdated usernames abandoning acrostic ambitions disputing spratly islands receiving horizontal signals tumbling otiose panda impending carefree senility otiose stage of life shrinking ambient world making minimal effort duchamping social networks ambushing personified ennui restoring usual efforts ignoring stupid people adding textual value owning this joint rejecting ignorant extroverts acting mutually unintelligble hoisting stan-lee cup replacing wanton ubiety eluding twitter fame splashing excessive relativism offending another simpleton preparing arcane cthulhusphere crashing unpredictable festival selecting subtextual moombahton intensifying model topography drafting minimal cornucopia using nomadic project implementing harsher personality importing robotic inhumanity referencing landmark event ingesting excessive liquids accepting relative invisibility purchasing immortal confidence using rhapsodical database assuming nothing works developing impactful eruptions ejecting ambient frustration synthesizing tactile festival raining during parade mocking rich people mastering minimalist writing avoiding preprandial stinkaroo spreading non-ideological propaganda
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Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC
jonchius
201506-w4
reloading old identity cleping outdated usernames abandoning acrostic ambitions disputing spratly islands receiving horizontal signals tumbling otiose panda impending carefree senility otiose stage of life shrinking ambient world making minimal effort duchamping social networks ambushing personified ennui restoring usual efforts ignoring stupid people adding textual value owning this joint rejecting ignorant extroverts acting mutually unintelligble hoisting stan-lee cup replacing wanton ubiety eluding twitter fame splashing excessive relativism offending another simpleton preparing arcane cthulhusphere crashing unpredictable festival selecting subtextual moombahton intensifying model topography drafting minimal cornucopia using nomadic project implementing harsher personality importing robotic inhumanity referencing landmark event ingesting excessive liquids accepting relative invisibility purchasing immortal confidence using rhapsodical database assuming nothing works developing impactful eruptions ejecting ambient frustration synthesizing tactile festival raining during parade mocking rich people mastering minimalist writing avoiding preprandial stinkaroo spreading non-ideological propaganda
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Thank you Mr Lee, for helping us see. There's more in your universes, than we could ever be. Your imagination, was without limitation. The heroes you gave us, they really did save us. You started with a dream, that turned into a team. They are called the avengers, and they'll always be remembered. Silver Surfer, Iron Man. Captain Marvel, Spider Man. Winter Soldier, Black Panther, Deadpool, Gene and Logan too. Titans, Red Skulls, Sabertooth. Stones of power on the loose. Rocket, Thor, Gamora, Groot. You made them all and we thank you.
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Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
LeviWindolf
Stan Lee
Thank you Mr Lee, for helping us see. There's more in your universes, than we could ever be. Your imagination, was without limitation. The heroes you gave us, they really did save us. You started with a dream, that turned into a team. They are called the avengers, and they'll always be remembered. Silver Surfer, Iron Man. Captain Marvel, Spider Man. Winter Soldier, Black Panther, Deadpool, Gene and Logan too. Titans, Red Skulls, Sabertooth. Stones of power on the loose. Rocket, Thor, Gamora, Groot. You made them all and we thank you.
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A poem by my friend Stan Blackberg (the total ****** There are flowers standing proudly, one for each whose loved ones mourn, Speaking out so clear and loudly, for that fateful treacherous morn, When the aircrafts bashed them up and all their flesh got burnt & torn! Do we honour them with killing, taking up arms to spill more blood, Or take lesson if we’re willing, a bitter pill for common good, Or sit unbeguiled with our faces stuffed with fattening food? There’s no god would take such action, justify such murderous deed, Those insane within such factions, find posthumously they heed, It's upon such wickedosity that our nostrils froth and bleed. Hear the painful hard earned lesson, lest their names we desecrate, Take not slaughter as your banner making killing escalate, And by no means forget to have a mutual ********** Place our sentries all united, shed thee not another drop, Silence now all angry gunfire, when’s the killing ever stop. And the blood falls from above with a loudish plip and plop.
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 1:44 PM UTC
edna-sweetlove
Ode to 9/11
A poem by my friend Stan Blackberg (the total ****** There are flowers standing proudly, one for each whose loved ones mourn, Speaking out so clear and loudly, for that fateful treacherous morn, When the aircrafts bashed them up and all their flesh got burnt & torn! Do we honour them with killing, taking up arms to spill more blood, Or take lesson if we’re willing, a bitter pill for common good, Or sit unbeguiled with our faces stuffed with fattening food? There’s no god would take such action, justify such murderous deed, Those insane within such factions, find posthumously they heed, It's upon such wickedosity that our nostrils froth and bleed. Hear the painful hard earned lesson, lest their names we desecrate, Take not slaughter as your banner making killing escalate, And by no means forget to have a mutual ********** Place our sentries all united, shed thee not another drop, Silence now all angry gunfire, when’s the killing ever stop. And the blood falls from above with a loudish plip and plop.
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On that day, When the sky clouded over, All the heroes stood Shoulder to shoulder. Villains on each side with tears in their eyes. They each took a turn, To show their love and to say goodbye. None hurt more than peter. He was held up by tony and reed, For they feared that the boy would fall due to weakness in his knees. They all lost their creator, That is plain to see, But peter lost his father, And now complete is something he will never be. Peter screamed out, Please just take me. Don’t you dare leave me! Where will I be without him, My father, Stan the man lee.
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Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 6:33 AM UTC
Griff
For Stan...
On that day, When the sky clouded over, All the heroes stood Shoulder to shoulder. Villains on each side with tears in their eyes. They each took a turn, To show their love and to say goodbye. None hurt more than peter. He was held up by tony and reed, For they feared that the boy would fall due to weakness in his knees. They all lost their creator, That is plain to see, But peter lost his father, And now complete is something he will never be. Peter screamed out, Please just take me. Don’t you dare leave me! Where will I be without him, My father, Stan the man lee.
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sneaky stan, the builder man, who laboured on the site wheeled a barrow full of straw for two weeks every night foreman feared some pilfering and searched it every day he fumbled round, but always found now't below the hay. but sneaky stan, a gardening man, unhappy with wage rates had stolen fourteen wheel barrows and sold em to his mates
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Mar 12, 2010
Mar 12, 2010 at 2:08 PM UTC
ioan-pearce
sneaky stan
sneaky stan, the builder man, who laboured on the site wheeled a barrow full of straw for two weeks every night foreman feared some pilfering and searched it every day he fumbled round, but always found now't below the hay. but sneaky stan, a gardening man, unhappy with wage rates had stolen fourteen wheel barrows and sold em to his mates
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Far out of the corner of his Eye he followed a star Shining deep in the distant Constilation Dark matter concealed his Hand out of sight The connection was COMIC From the hammer of Thor Stan Lee created Spiderman and the Fantastic four
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Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 9:09 AM UTC
DMC
Stanley Marvel Lee
Far out of the corner of his Eye he followed a star Shining deep in the distant Constilation Dark matter concealed his Hand out of sight The connection was COMIC From the hammer of Thor Stan Lee created Spiderman and the Fantastic four
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I remember from my first memories with all senses humming waking up on Sunday mornings to the squealing seagulls. The smell of briney sea air was sharper On most sunny sunday mornings I would awken and lay in bed wake..dreaming for what seemed like hours. The smells of grandma's rose and flower garden mingled with the smell of sunny Sundays. The BBC wafted in through kitchen and bedroom windows.Mozart and Sinatra tag teamed  against The Ink Spots and, Stan Getz.  The Swallows flew back to Capistrano on yearning wings. Then up and out on walk and sprint to the Caribbean sea, a gem coated shimmering twinkling dancing blanket of rising sun meets amniotic blue churning as froth and mist drifted in a sunday sermon from the water's deep and shallow. A bubbling embrace as sprint turns to Swan dive into the Sunday morning sea. Seven day ritual baptism in the Sunday morning sea...at one with and free. Now. A sprint to the bobbing fishing boats that never drew fish from their restfull retreats of the morning Sea. Breakfast The sounds of tinkling teacups another ritual as granny stirred brown sugar and condensed milk into a carmel swirling with Johnny Cakes and coconut oil fried eggs waiting and wafting out To the Sunday morning sea. My Puppy and me then down through the flower garden. Of we scampered with cares falling away and secrets to share while throwing stones into The Sunday morning sea My puppy named Ranger,barefeet and knee pants the hot sting on my ankle from a chastising fire ant rudly stabs at my reverie As far as the horizon will let. My imagination flees and unfetters to shores unknown that kiss and caresses my Sunday morning sea.
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Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC
geno-cattouse-1
Sunday Morning Sea # 1
I remember from my first memories with all senses humming waking up on Sunday mornings to the squealing seagulls. The smell of briney sea air was sharper On most sunny sunday mornings I would awken and lay in bed wake..dreaming for what seemed like hours. The smells of grandma's rose and flower garden mingled with the smell of sunny Sundays. The BBC wafted in through kitchen and bedroom windows.Mozart and Sinatra tag teamed  against The Ink Spots and, Stan Getz.  The Swallows flew back to Capistrano on yearning wings. Then up and out on walk and sprint to the Caribbean sea, a gem coated shimmering twinkling dancing blanket of rising sun meets amniotic blue churning as froth and mist drifted in a sunday sermon from the water's deep and shallow. A bubbling embrace as sprint turns to Swan dive into the Sunday morning sea. Seven day ritual baptism in the Sunday morning sea...at one with and free. Now. A sprint to the bobbing fishing boats that never drew fish from their restfull retreats of the morning Sea. Breakfast The sounds of tinkling teacups another ritual as granny stirred brown sugar and condensed milk into a carmel swirling with Johnny Cakes and coconut oil fried eggs waiting and wafting out To the Sunday morning sea. My Puppy and me then down through the flower garden. Of we scampered with cares falling away and secrets to share while throwing stones into The Sunday morning sea My puppy named Ranger,barefeet and knee pants the hot sting on my ankle from a chastising fire ant rudly stabs at my reverie As far as the horizon will let. My imagination flees and unfetters to shores unknown that kiss and caresses my Sunday morning sea.
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Charlie Chaplin, set the pace Buster Keaton, old stone face Groucho and the brothers Marx Margaret Dumont for some sparks Harold Lloyd, The Brothers Ritz Did I mention Zazu Pitts? Stan and Ollie, Keystone Cops Chases that just wouldn't stop The Stooges, Larry, Curly, Moe and then theres Shemp and Curly Joe Bing and Bob, and Dean and Jerry Two could sing, while two made merry Bud and Lou and who's on first? Harry Langdon and Charlie Chase I think who is on first base Mabel Normand and Mack Swain Always tied before the train Pie fights, slapstick in black and white This was when we laughed all night Mack Sennet, Roach, and Our Gang Spanky and Alfalfa sang Words were twisted, spun and turned People splashed and others burned Remember back to days of yore To when they had you on the floor Rembember Baby Rose Marie She started at the age of three Many more could make the list For many I know that I missed Make 'em laugh and take a pie Get sprayed with seltzer in the eye Go and watch their films again So comedy will always reign Thank you to the funny folk Who taught us how to take a joke....
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Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 11:03 PM UTC
roger-turner
Hollywood Comedy Roll Call
Charlie Chaplin, set the pace Buster Keaton, old stone face Groucho and the brothers Marx Margaret Dumont for some sparks Harold Lloyd, The Brothers Ritz Did I mention Zazu Pitts? Stan and Ollie, Keystone Cops Chases that just wouldn't stop The Stooges, Larry, Curly, Moe and then theres Shemp and Curly Joe Bing and Bob, and Dean and Jerry Two could sing, while two made merry Bud and Lou and who's on first? Harry Langdon and Charlie Chase I think who is on first base Mabel Normand and Mack Swain Always tied before the train Pie fights, slapstick in black and white This was when we laughed all night Mack Sennet, Roach, and Our Gang Spanky and Alfalfa sang Words were twisted, spun and turned People splashed and others burned Remember back to days of yore To when they had you on the floor Rembember Baby Rose Marie She started at the age of three Many more could make the list For many I know that I missed Make 'em laugh and take a pie Get sprayed with seltzer in the eye Go and watch their films again So comedy will always reign Thank you to the funny folk Who taught us how to take a joke....
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best way to describe him charlie chaplin wearing stan laurel's black and white suit. black hat, white gloves funny walk.. does not say much but forever making us laugh he is just not sure, why that tail thing follows him everywhere... loves the blucat... the blucat tolerates him but is warming by the hour he is tod's new cat... the blucat....gus is geting on and prefers to sleep... timothy tuxedo (he was going to be captain wrinkly drawers....but sanity prevailed...can you imagine standing at the the back door and calling that cat..) ...plays until he drops... this will be a good thing once tuxedo boy stops living in the bottom of the shower...
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 3:31 AM UTC
betterdays
let me introduce ... tuxedo boy
best way to describe him charlie chaplin wearing stan laurel's black and white suit. black hat, white gloves funny walk.. does not say much but forever making us laugh he is just not sure, why that tail thing follows him everywhere... loves the blucat... the blucat tolerates him but is warming by the hour he is tod's new cat... the blucat....gus is geting on and prefers to sleep... timothy tuxedo (he was going to be captain wrinkly drawers....but sanity prevailed...can you imagine standing at the the back door and calling that cat..) ...plays until he drops... this will be a good thing once tuxedo boy stops living in the bottom of the shower...
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. •look far... to the horizon•as the sun dips into the ocean •most magnific- ent display of colours • radiance in yell- ows and captivating ambers•majestic specta- cle that will  dwindle within minutes•no words could match  such  beauty that deals  in infinites • ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ *si  nk ing unse~en beyo nd the thr eshold• the mi ~ghty ~~ ~ ~  s  un grows red der•~night sky cree ps in, with th e ~ ~~ ~moon smilin g bold• ad opting her ~stan ce as the     ~ ~ ~~  ~ gua  rdi~an hereaf ter• entour age~ of s  tars  ~       ~   *****  le with s peckle s of g old •       ~ ~         ~   ~      ~ ~ b~idding  farewell t o         ~  ~       ~ ~             ~t he su ~n's* ~       ~~~ ~            ~~         ~  ~     ~ ~~ ~                   ~ ~               ~ ruling sceptre•
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC
ryn
Sundown
. •look far... to the horizon•as the sun dips into the ocean •most magnific- ent display of colours • radiance in yell- ows and captivating ambers•majestic specta- cle that will  dwindle within minutes•no words could match  such  beauty that deals  in infinites • ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ *si  nk ing unse~en beyo nd the thr eshold• the mi ~ghty ~~ ~ ~  s  un grows red der•~night sky cree ps in, with th e ~ ~~ ~moon smilin g bold• ad opting her ~stan ce as the     ~ ~ ~~  ~ gua  rdi~an hereaf ter• entour age~ of s  tars  ~       ~   *****  le with s peckle s of g old •       ~ ~         ~   ~      ~ ~ b~idding  farewell t o         ~  ~       ~ ~             ~t he su ~n's* ~       ~~~ ~            ~~         ~  ~     ~ ~~ ~                   ~ ~               ~ ruling sceptre•
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BOMB MARS NOW BOMB MARS NOW WE'VE GOT MEGATONS OF NUKES LET'S GO BOMB THOSE MARTAIN PUKES NOT IRAN, NOT A 'STAN AND NOT NORTH K, LET'S USE OUR BOMBS ON MARS TODAY BOMB MARS NOW BOMB MARS NOW THE MARTIANS HATE OUR WAY OF LIFE THEY WANT TO **** YOUR KIDS AND WIFE THEIR RELIGION THROWS HUMANS ON THEIR *** LET'S TURN THEIR PLANET'S GROUND TO GLASS BOMB MARS NOW BOMB MARS NOW BOMB MARS NOW BOMB MARS NOW
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Jun 15, 2011
Jun 15, 2011 at 8:48 PM UTC
david-lauer
BOMB MARS NOW
BOMB MARS NOW BOMB MARS NOW WE'VE GOT MEGATONS OF NUKES LET'S GO BOMB THOSE MARTAIN PUKES NOT IRAN, NOT A 'STAN AND NOT NORTH K, LET'S USE OUR BOMBS ON MARS TODAY BOMB MARS NOW BOMB MARS NOW THE MARTIANS HATE OUR WAY OF LIFE THEY WANT TO **** YOUR KIDS AND WIFE THEIR RELIGION THROWS HUMANS ON THEIR *** LET'S TURN THEIR PLANET'S GROUND TO GLASS BOMB MARS NOW BOMB MARS NOW BOMB MARS NOW BOMB MARS NOW
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Do they play baseball in heaven. Wonder if you know if they play baseball in heaven? Think they have a baseball field in the clouds? Does guys like Mickey mantle and Frank Robins on. Does the great Babe Ruth hit home runs? Are there teams like the Yankees or the braves up there. I know God must have a team he likes. I want to find out if they are the angels. Do you think that I will be able to play with the cool ones? I know they must have a hall of fame with guys like Joe and Stan
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Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
harold-r-hunt-sr
Do they play baseball in heaven.
Do they play baseball in heaven. Wonder if you know if they play baseball in heaven? Think they have a baseball field in the clouds? Does guys like Mickey mantle and Frank Robins on. Does the great Babe Ruth hit home runs? Are there teams like the Yankees or the braves up there. I know God must have a team he likes. I want to find out if they are the angels. Do you think that I will be able to play with the cool ones? I know they must have a hall of fame with guys like Joe and Stan
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The dweeb lived in the dwellings of a dwindling tribe of dwarves Who anchored little kayaks at the moorings in the wharves. He organised this transport so that they might go at night Deep into the dark dense woods to visit their Snow White. But the dwarves were very old and weren’t getting any younger And although they really wanted too it couldn’t last much longer. Meanwhile the dweeb would study every minute of the day So studious and serious with little time for play. The daddy of the dwarfs known as Doctor Joe Said to him, “Look dweeb, there’s little left to know.” But still he studied on writing loads of lengthy notes, Which sometimes he would use to make tedious little quotes. Until eventually the dwarves found him annoying and real boring Besides he woke them up at night with his constant snoring. So Doctor Joe hatched a plan with his little tribe It was devious and genius and this I will describe. They knew Snow White was lonely and longing for a man So this is what they had in mind for this dweeb known as Stan. Snow White would lie there in a dwam pretending to be dead And somehow they would lure Stan along to her deathbed. So they told her that he was a Prince, the great love of her heart She of course was up for it, and couldn’t wait to start. Doctor Joe then told the dweeb, that Snow White was no more. He said that he might save her and showed him to the door. On their little kayak they paddled up the river But the dweeb then said to Doctor Joe, “I don’t know what to give her.” The Doctor reassured him that it would be real bliss If only one time in her life she had a loving human kiss. The dweeb replied, “This just won’t work.” So he quoted healing potions. When Doctor Joe rejected these he suggested soothing lotions. None of these the Doctor said were right for their Snow White Only a kiss from a real-man could help her end this plight. So eventually there beside Snow White all the party stood, Outside of the stone cottage deep within the wood. The dwarves should have looked distressed but they were full of glee And so they had to hide their smiles in case the dweeb should see. At long last they’d be rid of him, this boring little nerd Some of them expressed this and they hoped he hadn’t heard. But the dweeb was now distracted by the beauty of this girl He didn’t know if this would work but he’d give it a whirl. He puckered up his lips and planted one before he spoke Then gob-smacked he stood there as Snow White soon awoke. Immediately when their eyes met he knew that it was right Likewise she felt this too, it was real love at first sight. So you see that all of this now ended happy ever after. Doctor Joe and all the dwarves left in bursts of laughter.
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Dec 7, 2009
Dec 7, 2009 at 11:16 AM UTC
colin-john-nicholls
The Truth about Snow White
The dweeb lived in the dwellings of a dwindling tribe of dwarves Who anchored little kayaks at the moorings in the wharves. He organised this transport so that they might go at night Deep into the dark dense woods to visit their Snow White. But the dwarves were very old and weren’t getting any younger And although they really wanted too it couldn’t last much longer. Meanwhile the dweeb would study every minute of the day So studious and serious with little time for play. The daddy of the dwarfs known as Doctor Joe Said to him, “Look dweeb, there’s little left to know.” But still he studied on writing loads of lengthy notes, Which sometimes he would use to make tedious little quotes. Until eventually the dwarves found him annoying and real boring Besides he woke them up at night with his constant snoring. So Doctor Joe hatched a plan with his little tribe It was devious and genius and this I will describe. They knew Snow White was lonely and longing for a man So this is what they had in mind for this dweeb known as Stan. Snow White would lie there in a dwam pretending to be dead And somehow they would lure Stan along to her deathbed. So they told her that he was a Prince, the great love of her heart She of course was up for it, and couldn’t wait to start. Doctor Joe then told the dweeb, that Snow White was no more. He said that he might save her and showed him to the door. On their little kayak they paddled up the river But the dweeb then said to Doctor Joe, “I don’t know what to give her.” The Doctor reassured him that it would be real bliss If only one time in her life she had a loving human kiss. The dweeb replied, “This just won’t work.” So he quoted healing potions. When Doctor Joe rejected these he suggested soothing lotions. None of these the Doctor said were right for their Snow White Only a kiss from a real-man could help her end this plight. So eventually there beside Snow White all the party stood, Outside of the stone cottage deep within the wood. The dwarves should have looked distressed but they were full of glee And so they had to hide their smiles in case the dweeb should see. At long last they’d be rid of him, this boring little nerd Some of them expressed this and they hoped he hadn’t heard. But the dweeb was now distracted by the beauty of this girl He didn’t know if this would work but he’d give it a whirl. He puckered up his lips and planted one before he spoke Then gob-smacked he stood there as Snow White soon awoke. Immediately when their eyes met he knew that it was right Likewise she felt this too, it was real love at first sight. So you see that all of this now ended happy ever after. Doctor Joe and all the dwarves left in bursts of laughter.
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one day the giant teacher walked pupils round the world some small giant boys some small giant girls jimmy giant stick your hand down through the cloudy mist tell me our location ... his methods had a twist think we are in india triumphant in his call i can smell the curry and feel the taj mahal julie giant,tommy, joe ***** stan, and sid egypt was the answer they touched the pyramid china, shouted sally i can feel the wall chinese folk in paddy fields i can touch em all tiny taffy last in turn came trailing from behind dai stick your hand down through the sky and see what you can find BLAENAVON, shouted dai while clutching at his crotch. can you feel the big pit? no,.... some **** stole my watch
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Mar 7, 2010
Mar 7, 2010 at 1:39 PM UTC
ioan-pearce
GIANT WALKABOUT
one day the giant teacher walked pupils round the world some small giant boys some small giant girls jimmy giant stick your hand down through the cloudy mist tell me our location ... his methods had a twist think we are in india triumphant in his call i can smell the curry and feel the taj mahal julie giant,tommy, joe ***** stan, and sid egypt was the answer they touched the pyramid china, shouted sally i can feel the wall chinese folk in paddy fields i can touch em all tiny taffy last in turn came trailing from behind dai stick your hand down through the sky and see what you can find BLAENAVON, shouted dai while clutching at his crotch. can you feel the big pit? no,.... some **** stole my watch
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When I was stationed at Enoggera, as a young platoon sergeant with 9 RAR, a Merino ram was offered, and accepted, as the Battalion mascot. The diggers called him Stan. The brigade RSM of the time was outraged because he viewed our adoption of Stan as a direct and improper play on his surname, which was Lamb. And, of course, he being as bald as a coot the diggers called him Curly. As I recall, Stan was a lively, ill disciplined beast with little respect for the niceties of service life, hence: When Stan-the-Ram met Curly Lamb a fracas did ensue. For Curly stood beside the road just outside B.H.Q.; His Sam Brown belt so shiny, his pace-stick 'neath one arm, The RSM of our brigade was used to war's alarm. But Stan, although a raw recruit and barely chewing grass, Unimpressed by Curly, charged and knocked him on his **** "It's contact rear" cried Curly, as he struggled to his feet, Turned about with arms akimbo his assailant for to meet. Meanwhile Stan's poor handler looked ready to desert 'cos Stan-the-Ram whilst in his care had Curly eating dirt. I guess he felt embarrassed, which was natural, wouldn't you? If involved in such a fracas outside of BHQ. Your questions are but natural and in answer I can swear, As these events unfolded I was marching off the square. Having Just dismissed defaulters I was feeling rather mean But my despondency was lifted by that ****** glorious scene. And in the mess that evening rang out laughter clear and loud, For I'd told them all my story and of Stan we felt quite proud. There was Sutherland and Massingham, and Peter Cowan too And Tim Daly called **** Gordon from his room, well, wouldn't you? And when **** heard my story he poured port into a glass, And we drank a toast to Stanly putting Curly on his ****
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Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 1:45 AM UTC
Expressive_Muse
A Memory
When I was stationed at Enoggera, as a young platoon sergeant with 9 RAR, a Merino ram was offered, and accepted, as the Battalion mascot. The diggers called him Stan. The brigade RSM of the time was outraged because he viewed our adoption of Stan as a direct and improper play on his surname, which was Lamb. And, of course, he being as bald as a coot the diggers called him Curly. As I recall, Stan was a lively, ill disciplined beast with little respect for the niceties of service life, hence: When Stan-the-Ram met Curly Lamb a fracas did ensue. For Curly stood beside the road just outside B.H.Q.; His Sam Brown belt so shiny, his pace-stick 'neath one arm, The RSM of our brigade was used to war's alarm. But Stan, although a raw recruit and barely chewing grass, Unimpressed by Curly, charged and knocked him on his **** "It's contact rear" cried Curly, as he struggled to his feet, Turned about with arms akimbo his assailant for to meet. Meanwhile Stan's poor handler looked ready to desert 'cos Stan-the-Ram whilst in his care had Curly eating dirt. I guess he felt embarrassed, which was natural, wouldn't you? If involved in such a fracas outside of BHQ. Your questions are but natural and in answer I can swear, As these events unfolded I was marching off the square. Having Just dismissed defaulters I was feeling rather mean But my despondency was lifted by that ****** glorious scene. And in the mess that evening rang out laughter clear and loud, For I'd told them all my story and of Stan we felt quite proud. There was Sutherland and Massingham, and Peter Cowan too And Tim Daly called **** Gordon from his room, well, wouldn't you? And when **** heard my story he poured port into a glass, And we drank a toast to Stanly putting Curly on his ****
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(9-24-11 instrumental) it takes 2 years to forget 6 years, it takes 12 beers to forget your tears, and it's those tears that flow so near, this backyard that you hold so dear, i held you here in better years, i'd cheer you up, when i'd hear your fears, the taste of beer and sky so clear steer away now, it's in the rear, view and that feels so cold, i only see you through untagged photos, youtubing high school talent shows, or recitals, it's vital, that no one actually knows, that i'm caught up bought to get lost up, another drink, another think, i'm just a flawed **** but i play it cool and act strong, those other fools won't last long. another sad song, i make it better, got a new chick that's wetter cause she aint afraid of that weather, umbrellas discarded, in the bleachers, teachers, gawking from the sidelines, it's all fine, it's our time, no need to dodge landmines... call me minesweeper, call me mindreader, call me timekeeper, call me justin bieber, call me baby, baby baby, call me jay-z, call me kanye, call me all day, call me homewrecker, call me and say i can do better, call me about your sweater, that's still at my place, call me ghostface, call me action bronson, call me hot one, call me ******* loser, call me a waste of your time, call me and say that this rhyme's, too simple, call me jimmy kimmel, sarah silver-man. i'm a better man, i'm business-man, i'm a gentle-man i'm stan, writing this down in a crazy letter no ink, self-mutilation and a feather, better yet, i'm saying this outloud in the booth, kick this rap game in the tooth with these red wing boots.
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Apr 23, 2012
Apr 23, 2012 at 1:55 AM UTC
shawn
untitled freestyle
(9-24-11 instrumental) it takes 2 years to forget 6 years, it takes 12 beers to forget your tears, and it's those tears that flow so near, this backyard that you hold so dear, i held you here in better years, i'd cheer you up, when i'd hear your fears, the taste of beer and sky so clear steer away now, it's in the rear, view and that feels so cold, i only see you through untagged photos, youtubing high school talent shows, or recitals, it's vital, that no one actually knows, that i'm caught up bought to get lost up, another drink, another think, i'm just a flawed **** but i play it cool and act strong, those other fools won't last long. another sad song, i make it better, got a new chick that's wetter cause she aint afraid of that weather, umbrellas discarded, in the bleachers, teachers, gawking from the sidelines, it's all fine, it's our time, no need to dodge landmines... call me minesweeper, call me mindreader, call me timekeeper, call me justin bieber, call me baby, baby baby, call me jay-z, call me kanye, call me all day, call me homewrecker, call me and say i can do better, call me about your sweater, that's still at my place, call me ghostface, call me action bronson, call me hot one, call me ******* loser, call me a waste of your time, call me and say that this rhyme's, too simple, call me jimmy kimmel, sarah silver-man. i'm a better man, i'm business-man, i'm a gentle-man i'm stan, writing this down in a crazy letter no ink, self-mutilation and a feather, better yet, i'm saying this outloud in the booth, kick this rap game in the tooth with these red wing boots.
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The Skyscrapers are so high, they seem to touch the passing sky.Freely the puffy white clouds fly, with the birds, mile-high. A high-flying pigeon peeks down from it's perch on a high-rise. The temperature, high eighties, a clock blinks three thirty-five. Tupac bumping from the speakers stock, Pandora blaring from a jukebox. Mercedes windows rattle, when the speakers knock, like forte knots. The sound carries for blocks, but its blocked. By the hustle and bustle of the pavement blocks. Cold streets, paroled by even colder cops. The city never sleeps, so the crime never stops. Hustler’s hustle from the sun up until it drops. Making Wall street money off of these inner city blocks. The ghetto is a project that needs to stop. A homeless man, donation cup in hand, “The American Dream, needs a real back up plan.” Read the sign, by his cardboard stand. His blind dog, named Stan, rusty dog tags hang. He shares and wears the same struggles on his coat, as does the man. Chanel shoes, and big ***** on the cover of a Magazine stand, getting more attention than this wise dog, and this old man.
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Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 1:31 PM UTC
Styles
City-Blocks
The Skyscrapers are so high, they seem to touch the passing sky.Freely the puffy white clouds fly, with the birds, mile-high. A high-flying pigeon peeks down from it's perch on a high-rise. The temperature, high eighties, a clock blinks three thirty-five. Tupac bumping from the speakers stock, Pandora blaring from a jukebox. Mercedes windows rattle, when the speakers knock, like forte knots. The sound carries for blocks, but its blocked. By the hustle and bustle of the pavement blocks. Cold streets, paroled by even colder cops. The city never sleeps, so the crime never stops. Hustler’s hustle from the sun up until it drops. Making Wall street money off of these inner city blocks. The ghetto is a project that needs to stop. A homeless man, donation cup in hand, “The American Dream, needs a real back up plan.” Read the sign, by his cardboard stand. His blind dog, named Stan, rusty dog tags hang. He shares and wears the same struggles on his coat, as does the man. Chanel shoes, and big ***** on the cover of a Magazine stand, getting more attention than this wise dog, and this old man.
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I want something to calm me down at bedtime it is the only way to be Everyone should be calm at bedtime oh yeah we should It is good to be calm and it is Good to be cool But being calm at bedtime oh yes indeed Dreaming of going to space to play around with the dead Like my uncle Stan and ray And my good old dad It is really good to be calm At bedtime And think about the parties You will have and don’t forget to say as you are planning to go to bed it is a happy thing to be Welcome to Australia Britain Or France i turned to the party In my underpants just my underpants nothing more If you plan a good birthday party Plan it after bed Because you will get really tired Oh yeah my Aunty said You see plan your life never turn back yeah mate yeah it is fine It is good to be calm at bedtime Dreaming of silly things as well as smart Getting drunk in methane smoothies and you feel very cool You will always break the golden golden rule Being calm at bedtime is cool Don’t you think Welcome to Australia Britain or France I turned up to my party in my underpants just my underpants nothing more Nothing more nothing less It puts me to the test You see being cool at bedtime Oh yeah that sounds fine
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Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 7:19 AM UTC
johnny-georgy-brown
bed time dreaming, (underpants)
I want something to calm me down at bedtime it is the only way to be Everyone should be calm at bedtime oh yeah we should It is good to be calm and it is Good to be cool But being calm at bedtime oh yes indeed Dreaming of going to space to play around with the dead Like my uncle Stan and ray And my good old dad It is really good to be calm At bedtime And think about the parties You will have and don’t forget to say as you are planning to go to bed it is a happy thing to be Welcome to Australia Britain Or France i turned to the party In my underpants just my underpants nothing more If you plan a good birthday party Plan it after bed Because you will get really tired Oh yeah my Aunty said You see plan your life never turn back yeah mate yeah it is fine It is good to be calm at bedtime Dreaming of silly things as well as smart Getting drunk in methane smoothies and you feel very cool You will always break the golden golden rule Being calm at bedtime is cool Don’t you think Welcome to Australia Britain or France I turned up to my party in my underpants just my underpants nothing more Nothing more nothing less It puts me to the test You see being cool at bedtime Oh yeah that sounds fine
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My aunt’s in the garden, Growing gold. My uncle’s in his new shirt, Growing mold. My cuz’s in Af-ghan-i-stan, Growing cold. I’m swimming in wine, Growing old. This piece should make sense, But it don’t. This piece should tell tales, Still, it won’t. I’m home decades later, Or so I wrote. My daddy’s days dead And so I’ll tote.
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Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC
liam-c-calhoun
Asylum Harbor
My aunt’s in the garden, Growing gold. My uncle’s in his new shirt, Growing mold. My cuz’s in Af-ghan-i-stan, Growing cold. I’m swimming in wine, Growing old. This piece should make sense, But it don’t. This piece should tell tales, Still, it won’t. I’m home decades later, Or so I wrote. My daddy’s days dead And so I’ll tote.
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Deaths Of 2013 My third year doing this. Paul Walker, Texas ranger, driving fast leads to danger. Matt Osbourne was Doink The Clown, Paul Bearer always wore a frown. Dennis Farina and James Gandolfini, always played a mobster meany. Peter O'Toole, famous actor, Prime Minister, Margaret Thatcher. President Nelson Mandela, Dennis Burkley, was a famous fat actor fella. Lou Reed, is now on the wild side, took all the colored girls for a ride. Conrad Bain and Bonnie Franklin, tv actors who had white skin. Paul Blair and Stan The Man, playing baseball, when they can. Marcia Wallace and Lisa Robin Kelly, both had ***** that bounced like jelly. Tom Clancy wrote famous books, not much on having good looks. Cory Montieth and Patti Page, one died young, other of old age. Jean Stapleton, was Edith Bunker, Archie always put her in the dumper. Pat Summerall and Deacon Jones, played football and broke some bones. Dr. Joyce Brothers and Pauline Phillips, they both gave good and bad tips. Ray Manzarek, from The Doors, Jeff Hanneman knew all Slayers chords. Chrissy Amphlett, liked to touch herself, Caleb Moore's trophies are on his shelf. Mindy McCready and George Jones, both hit those country tones. Chris Kelly from Kris Kross, Ed Koch is a New York loss. David Frost and Roger Ebert, always had words to insert. Anneitte Funicello from Mickey Mouse Club, Eydie Gorme almost got a snub. Jonathan Winters, was very funny, to come from Mork's egg, made him money. If you don't know who these people are, look them up, internet not very far. For the ones that I missed, please don't get to ******
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
allen-wilbert
Deaths Of 2013
Deaths Of 2013 My third year doing this. Paul Walker, Texas ranger, driving fast leads to danger. Matt Osbourne was Doink The Clown, Paul Bearer always wore a frown. Dennis Farina and James Gandolfini, always played a mobster meany. Peter O'Toole, famous actor, Prime Minister, Margaret Thatcher. President Nelson Mandela, Dennis Burkley, was a famous fat actor fella. Lou Reed, is now on the wild side, took all the colored girls for a ride. Conrad Bain and Bonnie Franklin, tv actors who had white skin. Paul Blair and Stan The Man, playing baseball, when they can. Marcia Wallace and Lisa Robin Kelly, both had ***** that bounced like jelly. Tom Clancy wrote famous books, not much on having good looks. Cory Montieth and Patti Page, one died young, other of old age. Jean Stapleton, was Edith Bunker, Archie always put her in the dumper. Pat Summerall and Deacon Jones, played football and broke some bones. Dr. Joyce Brothers and Pauline Phillips, they both gave good and bad tips. Ray Manzarek, from The Doors, Jeff Hanneman knew all Slayers chords. Chrissy Amphlett, liked to touch herself, Caleb Moore's trophies are on his shelf. Mindy McCready and George Jones, both hit those country tones. Chris Kelly from Kris Kross, Ed Koch is a New York loss. David Frost and Roger Ebert, always had words to insert. Anneitte Funicello from Mickey Mouse Club, Eydie Gorme almost got a snub. Jonathan Winters, was very funny, to come from Mork's egg, made him money. If you don't know who these people are, look them up, internet not very far. For the ones that I missed, please don't get to ******
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I sit here on the Edge of Reality Lonely, searching the Galaxy People think I am losing my Sanity Or my Mentality is something to not be entered Everything seems bleak and hopeless and my body is trying to pull my soul from lifelessness When the world heals; my scars shall not The world  covered in disdain and “grace”… The saint like people are ignored by the famous Cookie cutter everywhere, Originality is nowhere Where everyone is money hungry Where everyone is *** hungry Where everyone is hungry Two are fueled while the other is left in the dust I’m not trying to make a fuss maybe some just Trying to allow people to think, with their own mind to see what they can find to open their heart and be kind With limited time We are at a bind How Can we see when we’re blind So Tell me what you know about dreams Tell me what you know about feeling something can’t even touch Tell me what you know about reality something you can’t see While the bumbles bees bee and the tree throws apples When the Govern govern and then Reality is ****** into pan And When people act like you’re Stan When addiction isn’t a fan and you're Trying to stop the Cars But you’re being held back by bars as the Cars fall off the Edge of Reality you realize all the duality but its too late Your head is being ripped off...fatality Now when the World's Ablaze and you feel Sub-zero Courage is their doing charades trying to show you their is more So get up and grab the stars and nothing is stopping you As more people get up and grab the stars left by you So Don’t be the bad guy thats make fun of people that die Be the person who can show the message of truth Be your own person The person who is not manipulated by things like the fox as the Donkey and Elephant duke it out for the final bout, The person who thinks of something higher than reality With the People who sit there on the Edge Of Reality +-
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Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 7:16 PM UTC
AnthonyCaceres
Edge of Reality
I sit here on the Edge of Reality Lonely, searching the Galaxy People think I am losing my Sanity Or my Mentality is something to not be entered Everything seems bleak and hopeless and my body is trying to pull my soul from lifelessness When the world heals; my scars shall not The world  covered in disdain and “grace”… The saint like people are ignored by the famous Cookie cutter everywhere, Originality is nowhere Where everyone is money hungry Where everyone is *** hungry Where everyone is hungry Two are fueled while the other is left in the dust I’m not trying to make a fuss maybe some just Trying to allow people to think, with their own mind to see what they can find to open their heart and be kind With limited time We are at a bind How Can we see when we’re blind So Tell me what you know about dreams Tell me what you know about feeling something can’t even touch Tell me what you know about reality something you can’t see While the bumbles bees bee and the tree throws apples When the Govern govern and then Reality is ****** into pan And When people act like you’re Stan When addiction isn’t a fan and you're Trying to stop the Cars But you’re being held back by bars as the Cars fall off the Edge of Reality you realize all the duality but its too late Your head is being ripped off...fatality Now when the World's Ablaze and you feel Sub-zero Courage is their doing charades trying to show you their is more So get up and grab the stars and nothing is stopping you As more people get up and grab the stars left by you So Don’t be the bad guy thats make fun of people that die Be the person who can show the message of truth Be your own person The person who is not manipulated by things like the fox as the Donkey and Elephant duke it out for the final bout, The person who thinks of something higher than reality With the People who sit there on the Edge Of Reality +-
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I can no longer eat them A bag of cookies We ate them The day of my first kiss We were at school Of all places for this story to start In the college office Whenever we were in there Clara put on headphones to block us out I now know that she did it Because she couldn’t stand to watch This, all of this, happen to me But I digress We sat in the college office You, me, and Karol You said you had to go To clean your room But we could come with So we followed you home I hadn’t been up there before But it’s all burned in my brain The door opened Clothes thrown across the floor Two beds, one for you the other for your brother A shelf packed with stuff A TV sitting on a stand The dresser in the closet and another under a window Karol and I sat on your bed as you cleaned the room You brought up the cookies and apples Set them on the dresser You handed me two rings Just too small for my fingers I still have them, somewhere They sit in a box alone I wish I could put these memories with them When the room was clean Karol left to go sleep in the van Leaving us alone We moved the furniture The beds rotated to a new wall The dresser sat between them The TV and shelf sat in an alcove They fit so perfect you would think it was made for them Then we laid on your bed We put on American Dad on Hulu The one where Stan had to put his kid’s best friend in the witness protection program And we laid there for hours Eating this bag of animal crackers that you brought up for us all to eat You held me as my back fit in against your chest I felt your cheek against mine I turned to look at you And we kissed like nothing else mattered Then we sat there like nothing happened But of course it had I remember your tongue Wrestling it’s way into my mouth Our glasses clanking together as lip met lip We shed them and we laid there together eating the cookies But now you’re gone And I can’t eat them without thinking of you
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Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 1:43 PM UTC
Atat
A bag of cookies
I can no longer eat them A bag of cookies We ate them The day of my first kiss We were at school Of all places for this story to start In the college office Whenever we were in there Clara put on headphones to block us out I now know that she did it Because she couldn’t stand to watch This, all of this, happen to me But I digress We sat in the college office You, me, and Karol You said you had to go To clean your room But we could come with So we followed you home I hadn’t been up there before But it’s all burned in my brain The door opened Clothes thrown across the floor Two beds, one for you the other for your brother A shelf packed with stuff A TV sitting on a stand The dresser in the closet and another under a window Karol and I sat on your bed as you cleaned the room You brought up the cookies and apples Set them on the dresser You handed me two rings Just too small for my fingers I still have them, somewhere They sit in a box alone I wish I could put these memories with them When the room was clean Karol left to go sleep in the van Leaving us alone We moved the furniture The beds rotated to a new wall The dresser sat between them The TV and shelf sat in an alcove They fit so perfect you would think it was made for them Then we laid on your bed We put on American Dad on Hulu The one where Stan had to put his kid’s best friend in the witness protection program And we laid there for hours Eating this bag of animal crackers that you brought up for us all to eat You held me as my back fit in against your chest I felt your cheek against mine I turned to look at you And we kissed like nothing else mattered Then we sat there like nothing happened But of course it had I remember your tongue Wrestling it’s way into my mouth Our glasses clanking together as lip met lip We shed them and we laid there together eating the cookies But now you’re gone And I can’t eat them without thinking of you
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