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GailForceWinds Dec 2014
Tiss the season
To be jolly and bright
Why can't I seem to come into the light
Only darkness surrounds me
No joy can I see
Another year coming
All I foresee is never ending gloom
I can't leave my tomb
So I won't
I'll stay in bed
Sorting through the **** in my head
This too shall pass
I want to know when
I can enjoy life, start living again
Tiss the season
For all of you
It’s not for me
I don't know what to do
Slit my wrists?  I'll mess that up
Drink and drug?  If I can lift the cup
For now I'll just stay in bed
No need to worry, I'm already dead
Diana May 2013
'Tiss thyn sky blue gray?
'Tiss broken and out of use?
'Tiss lavishful wits not so now?
'Tiss thyn love not around?
Beloved , my sweet thyn still here
Tomorrow Jun 2014
I may have made an innocent mistake but,
You were the one that started this sick *** war
I have not engaged it, I will not
I believe in love, not war
I apologized to the one that matter
Will I get apologies for the hurt I suffured?
No!
Tiss the first rule of war….I guess,
Cover your own ***.....to bad
David W Clare Dec 2014
Aka
The Hang mans Rap     Ghost Town Version and Mix    

By, David John Clare

Take off this noose, Im on the loose, like a double deuce spruce-goose
Your gallows is to shallow for me, its only for your own in home abuse
Dont crush my hand, cuz you cant understand the plan
She and me need to be free, Mr. Law man
Shes not your daughter, dont doubt her, Ill dote her, Miss Senorina, with my *** gun
Give us water and feed, we're the Wild West creed, of a new century seed
So concede and give heed, were gone like a tumble-****, off to breed
Like a slow-blizzard-breeze, get on yours knees please, you cant seize these mysteries
Hangmans Rap, (its the hangmans rap)
Hangman Rap, its hangmans rap, likes a One-Eyed Jack
Hangman Rap, (the hangmans rap)
Hangmans Rap, its hangmans rap, likes a One-Eyed Jack yall
Im hanging out at the beech, far from your long arm reach, Ill be back cuz Im planning my attack, like a One Eyed Jack, Marlon Brando cant be catched, no deputy dog can claim my ******, so watch out when you fall thru own hatch
Ma Baker and sons, like the undertaker, are the new setting sun, movers and shakers
Annie get your gun, were on the run, get on your high horse, were born to run, break every law like a saloon-brawl, here come the Sheriff after us all y'all...
Hangmans Rap, (the hangmans rap)
Hangmans Rap, its hangmans rap, likes a One-Eyed Jack
Hangmans Rap, (the hangmans rap)
Hangman Rap, its hangmans rap, likes a One-Eyed Jack yall
(Marlin Brando cant be catched)
Loving like we cant be dead in a Western ghost-town, its all your head, give us this day our daily butter and bread, its like I said move slick or live in club Fed...

Gun powder blast, shattered glass, Im riding the range like a social-outcast, were on the run, having fun, you tub o-guts, Ill grab my scatter gun....  so hide the girls, Im heading for the hills, no thanks doc, I aint taking no pills, what you want from me? my whole life history? Or, a bottle of wine of Dubonnet on this Valentines Day, dont act stupid, go ask cupid to shoot you with his arrow in the court room with a Clarence Darrow, stay on the straight and narrow, its a harrowing call, to be a Too Tall Jones, outlaw yall
Hangmans Rap, (yeah, the hangmans rap)
Hangmans Rap, its hangman rap, likes a One-Eyed Jack
(Marlin Brando cant be catched)
Hangmans Rap, (the hangmans rap)
Hangmans Rap, it's  hangman rap, like a One-Eyed Jack yall

Heed to the call, the-call-of-the-wild, Im the blazing-trail child on the way to my home on the range, some think Im strange, no matter at all, Im the lonesome-ranger, trying to avoid all kindsa danger, thats all
Hangmans Rap, (tiss, the hangmans rap)
Hangmans Rap, its hangman rap, likes a One-Eyed Jack                                                             ­                                           
Hangman Rap, (oh, the hangmans rap)
Hangman Rap, its hangmans rap, like some **** One-Eyed Jack yall

So, get back from me, Im on a quest and where I go you cant plainly see I aint no toy, try to catch a glimpse of the real vision in me, ok cowboy?
Hangmans Rap, (yes, the hangmans rap)
Hangmans Rap, its hangmans rap, likes a One-Eyed Jack

Hangman Rap, (just, the hangmans rap)
Hangmans Rap, its hangmans rap, ****! a One-Eyed Jack yall

Im hanging out at the beach, far from your long arm reach, Ill be back cuz Im planning my attack, like a One Eyed Jack, Marlon Brando cant be catched
Hangmans Rap, (do the hangmans rap)
Hangmans Rap, its hangmans rap, likes a One-Eyed Jack
Hangmans Rap, (****, that hangmans rap)
Hangman Rap, its hangmans rap, likes a One-Eyed Jack yall

Take off this noose, Im on the loose, like a double deuce spruce-goose
dem gallows is to shallow for me, its only for your own in home use
Hangman Rap, (wo, the hangmans rap)
Hangmans Rap, its hangman rap, likes a One-Eyed Jack
Hangman Rap, (yeow, the hangmans rap)
Hangmans Rap, its hangmans rap, likes a One-Eyed Jack yall
There he go

D. Clare   Clairvoyant Music/BMI     copyright in Perpetuity      all rights reserved
For Marlon Brando
see your past?.
yeah your ex just flashed. x)
she is nasty, don't feal ******.
see your future damm she's classy.
see her smile will walk you a mile, Live up,  
        Grow up,
I-
Might-
Just-
throw up.
she was lost thats not your'e cost :)
her love could not get bought.
I can't just watch you rot?!
you are loved you're in my thaughts.
You're screams..
                  there in my dreams....
Hear we are once again,
Looking back on what was  then.
It's the pain that's in the past think about  that old lost cast.
It was a trouble cost you to struggle* .
you made new and you got through :)
you made it up those steps.!
and are on a Higher level
No choice! to give up whats left to live up.
with no pain there will be no gain,
You are higher.,
you are a survivor.
That old mess ain't worth **** to stress , <3
Today (a rather brisk, chilly,
and otherwise sat
tiss factory twirly delightful
December 18th, 2018) matte
her of fact quite
refreshing noontime, while this fat

tend plot of Earthen surveyed terrain
situated over ****
herd modest suburban tract,
(actually yours truly some watt
urbanely sprawled out) at

Latitude: 40.2538 Longitude: 75.4590,
where I sit pat
and think to write
about some reading material flat
touring my "FAKE" status
as king of agitprop for chat

hurrying class gussied up with
artistically crafted rat
tilly done up snazzy
(approved by Willard), this expat
lapsed Peterson harried tailored script,
asper previous peculiar

swiftly styled idée fixe
literary unnecessary, rat
tickly ****** superfluity)
interspersed with dollops of splat
hard logophile, nonetheless gentle
on the eyes, yet feeling totally flat

and devoid of meaning, and quite
convincingly desperate idea this pratt
tilling far amore in the dell doth
expatiate, expound expressively, gnat
cheerily witty, (i.e. hint- please
pretend these humph fat

tickle lee meandering, rambling,
and warbling words) taxing
on mental faculty as bat
tan gruelling death march
physically, when circa
April 1942 Japanese forced

76,000 captured Filipinos,
and Americans Allied
soldiers to march about 80 miles across
Bataan Peninsula (province
in Philippines), where they died
enroute to...during World War II

on island of Luzon, espied
as a spiritual sanctuary hosted
by a knowledgeable tour guide
named Matthew Scott hood dons
genuine (musty smelling)
Tory wig to hide

as an alien alias (from the outer limits
of the twilight zone) incognito
even to himself, and especially the bride
of Frankenstein, who evinces a strong crush
toward said nondescript gentrified
vested gentry groundless thinker with pride

though, dirt poor (at least on the surface),
but deep down rich with
Schwenksville well watered
history harkening back to 1684,
when hoodwinked, jilted and lied

Lenni-Lenape Indians got fleeced
then taken for a ride
this land ceded to (stolen from) William Penn
nestled along the Perkiomen Creek.
Stephen E Yocum Oct 2015
"Tiss that time of year,
the field rodents run,
the big machines hum,
the snakes slither,
gofers go deeper,
all to avoid the whirling blades,
dust clouds rise and damper the sun,
scavenger birds look for eatable pieces.
Harvest time busy the crops to gather.
This was a bit of whimsy, my reply to a fine
poem by our friend David Patrick OC
an excellent published poet voice out of
Ireland, he has a book of poems out, look for
it, buy it!

My reply to his poem ended with . . .  
"Not much different on my land or your's.
Good write sir David. You know I love brevity,
too bad I can seldom do it." David said I should
publish my little ditty reply, so I did.
Arthur Vaso Dec 2016
It pleasures me
That she reads me
Inside her serenity
Parked on our bench of antiquities

I, whom gazes over there at her,
Later in the dusk of candlelight
Shall remove her pink dress
Tiss then
I shall see she derives her pleasures
As I read her
Arthur Vaso Feb 2017
Fermented ideas
Growing old in cellars

A *******’s hand
Looking like old leather

Reaching out to touch the skies
Feeling love as the white dove flies

Empty bottles
Dancing in the crypt

A poets tears flowing as ink
Following the years of saddened drink

In a boat, I take up the oars
My dream to escape these horrid shores

In the seas, where ideas flow free
Tiss here that I ceased to be
Arthurvaso on instagram
Tomorrow Jun 2014
I may have made a mistake, but
You were the one that started this sick *** war
I have not engaged it, I will not
I believe in love, not war
I apologized to the one that matter
Will I get apologies for the hurt I sulfured?
No!
Tiss the first rule of war….
Protect your own ***, no matter who falls  because of it.....
It may be seen as egotistical or selfish but  for those who care, it is hard to close down the hurt, to move on without those apologies. These were people I trusted, people I respected, people I considered friends....unfortunately no longer....
Styles Dec 2015
She loves the rules,
and breaks the limits,
so I gotta keep her in line.
She's a naughty girl that likes to speak her mind.
she wears tight clothes,  make you want to cross the line.
speaks a body language that will blow your mind.
your two cents are just a waste of her time.
sent from heaven above she's from a different time.
a bad girl Turned good -- but just for a little while.
Then she is back, wearing just a smile, and my favorite tie.
out with the Good, got her looking like Bad is in style.
dressed smoking hot, like a black - n- mild.  
She's on fire, like a burning hand.
An angel at heart, she's a little wild --
tiss to the lucky guy that plays his hand.
Elvis okumu Dec 2011
Why is it I who must suffer in this
Why is it I who must bear it alone
My eyes grow weary of and sleep I do miss
My ears grow weary of the night’s cold dead drone

The fears of my mind move before my sight
There is not a place to which I can rest
I lay and wait in the darkness left by the light
My head buzzes with pain a hornets nest

Tiss madness I fear that is taking hold
I wish to leave pain to fly in sweet bliss
A barren waste seems to have the sad world
As I lay waiting for deaths cruel last kiss


Sleep is but the balm that soothes your hurt mind
Favor it for without life is not quite kind
GailForceWinds Dec 2014
Another day
Feeling this way
Why am I here?
Do I surve a purpose in life
I'm a mother, not a wife
My son is older
he needs me less
My parents are dead
I'm such a mess
I'm supposed to be happy and grateful they say
I'm still trying to find my way
Tiss the season to be jolly
I cringe when I see mistletoe and holly
I may never, till the day I die
find my peace, so I'll continue to cry

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