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"tubes" poems

****** fantasies can be quite A desire. Would it be best to do it with your Secret admirer, Or just a **** dude? Would you call it rude If you showed up at his house **** Having conversations about your Tide tubes? Is it true? While time pushes by. Is it real? He sexing you and cutting you Off like a deal Will your heart heal? Your fantasy desires coming True, With a man heart cold like Steel. Think about it, Take a moment and think. Not every man loves you. Next min he’s there and the next He’s gone like nair. Babygirl it’s not love, its lust. -Marci H.

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Oct 1, 2015

Oct 1, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC

Is It Love or Is It Lust?

****** fantasies can be quite A desire. Would it be best to do it with your Secret admirer, Or just a **** dude? Would you call it rude If you showed up at his house **** Having conversations about your Tide tubes? Is it true? While time pushes by. Is it real? He sexing you and cutting you Off like a deal Will your heart heal? Your fantasy desires coming True, With a man heart cold like Steel. Think about it, Take a moment and think. Not every man loves you. Next min he’s there and the next He’s gone like nair. Babygirl it’s not love, its lust. -Marci H.

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Daylight come Daylight go How far will it reach? Ain't nobody know And when the dawn breaks The cradle will fall And down will come baby cradle and all And now I know you need the dark Just as much as the sun But you're signing on forever When you ink it in blood A.E.I.O.U., A.E.I.O.U. I use the state of the art Technology Suppose to make for better living Are we better human beings? We got our wires all crossed The tubes are all tied And I'm straining to remember just what means to be alive A life worth living Now you can feel it in your chest Building like little bullets, Just building up the nest And you build it up strong And you fill it up with love And you pray for good rain All from the Lord above A.E.I.O.U., A.E.I.O.U. I use my state of the art Technology Now don't you forget it It ain't using me 'Cause when the power goes out I got other means 'Cause when the power's goin out I hear the power's going out I mean it the power's going out I really mean it the power's going out

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Jul 24, 2015

Jul 24, 2015 at 10:09 AM UTC

State of the art a.e.i.o.u ( lyrics by jim james from my morning jacket....love this song!!!!!!!

Daylight come Daylight go How far will it reach? Ain't nobody know And when the dawn breaks The cradle will fall And down will come baby cradle and all And now I know you need the dark Just as much as the sun But you're signing on forever When you ink it in blood A.E.I.O.U., A.E.I.O.U. I use the state of the art Technology Suppose to make for better living Are we better human beings? We got our wires all crossed The tubes are all tied And I'm straining to remember just what means to be alive A life worth living Now you can feel it in your chest Building like little bullets, Just building up the nest And you build it up strong And you fill it up with love And you pray for good rain All from the Lord above A.E.I.O.U., A.E.I.O.U. I use my state of the art Technology Now don't you forget it It ain't using me 'Cause when the power goes out I got other means 'Cause when the power's goin out I hear the power's going out I mean it the power's going out I really mean it the power's going out

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--- I've done some research On cancer's cause Western medicine, Dr Oz. They don't have answers, I'm afraid. And the cure is in what GOD made. Cancer's vector? A simple virus. A parasite and a fungus. Candida overgrowth. Radiation. Stress. We all face this in the West. So are there answers? Well. Let's see. Tell me if you don't agree. Sodas should go down the drain They have sugar or aspertame. Sugar feeds cancer. Cut it out! I KNOW that this will make you pout But you can find nuts a tasty treat Find some that you like to eat! Say NO to coffee. All caffeine. Eat kale and other leafy greens. If you want nutrition saved Cut the cord on your microwave! They watered plants with water nuked They died. Nutrition down the tubes. So no TV dinners. Processed foods. No fruits or veggies grown GMOs. WHEAT is bad! And on it goes. So it may cost a little more? Shop your local health food store! What does it matter? What's cancer's cost? And your life will not be lost! If you tire of reading this There may be important things you miss... READ ON! NATURAL REMEDIES FOR CANCER Blackstrap molasses. 1 tablespoon Baking soda. 1 teaspoon Mix with a glass of water and drink. (Baking soda should be found at a health food store) Blackstrap molasses can also be used topically for skin cancer. Tincture of the husk of the Black walnut nut. 2 drops Tincture of clove. 2 drops Tincture of wormwood. 2 drops Mix in a glass of water and drink. Add lemon and honey. It'll taste better. IMPORTANT! DO NOT USE TAP OR BOTTLED WATER! Get distilled water and add Minerals in liquid form. Your health food store will have this. There are many herbs and spices Which help. There's iodine in common kelp. Turmeric Cucumin etc. VERY POWERFUL Soursop tea. Green tea sans caffeine Fresh vegetables of the rainbow... Colors are viamins! Vitamin supplements Especially B-17 If you can't find these in your Health food store ask them to order. Or go on Amazon and order.

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Sep 26, 2015

Sep 26, 2015 at 4:07 PM UTC

Cure for Cancer?

--- I've done some research On cancer's cause Western medicine, Dr Oz. They don't have answers, I'm afraid. And the cure is in what GOD made. Cancer's vector? A simple virus. A parasite and a fungus. Candida overgrowth. Radiation. Stress. We all face this in the West. So are there answers? Well. Let's see. Tell me if you don't agree. Sodas should go down the drain They have sugar or aspertame. Sugar feeds cancer. Cut it out! I KNOW that this will make you pout But you can find nuts a tasty treat Find some that you like to eat! Say NO to coffee. All caffeine. Eat kale and other leafy greens. If you want nutrition saved Cut the cord on your microwave! They watered plants with water nuked They died. Nutrition down the tubes. So no TV dinners. Processed foods. No fruits or veggies grown GMOs. WHEAT is bad! And on it goes. So it may cost a little more? Shop your local health food store! What does it matter? What's cancer's cost? And your life will not be lost! If you tire of reading this There may be important things you miss... READ ON! NATURAL REMEDIES FOR CANCER Blackstrap molasses. 1 tablespoon Baking soda. 1 teaspoon Mix with a glass of water and drink. (Baking soda should be found at a health food store) Blackstrap molasses can also be used topically for skin cancer. Tincture of the husk of the Black walnut nut. 2 drops Tincture of clove. 2 drops Tincture of wormwood. 2 drops Mix in a glass of water and drink. Add lemon and honey. It'll taste better. IMPORTANT! DO NOT USE TAP OR BOTTLED WATER! Get distilled water and add Minerals in liquid form. Your health food store will have this. There are many herbs and spices Which help. There's iodine in common kelp. Turmeric Cucumin etc. VERY POWERFUL Soursop tea. Green tea sans caffeine Fresh vegetables of the rainbow... Colors are viamins! Vitamin supplements Especially B-17 If you can't find these in your Health food store ask them to order. Or go on Amazon and order.

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I'm a Barbie Girl, in a Barbie World. Life's fantastic: I feel like plastic, aiming for an eighteen-inch waist because I can afford to throw my internal organs away. I feel like plastic, having to choose between eating and breathing with not enough space for two tubes. I feel like plastic, a thirty-nine inch bust and three times the forehead. I feel like plastic, a size nine squeezed to a three, spending three to nine avoiding mealtime because my weight loss book says 'Don't eat.' I'm a Barbie Girl, in a Barbie World. Life's fantastic, but... I'm not plastic. I've sat here listening while you complain about society but I don't think you realize that society is made by you. You complain about masks but you're masked by your poetry and trust me, it's trendy: Psychiatry. A bottle of capsules captures your soul and your dreams, fading reality. I cannot be defined because a definition leaves no room for change and I am a flame, ready to burn the cardboard box of priority you put over me. All the cool kids are lesbians and thespians on about repressions and I care, I do, I mean... I'm standing here among you. But words are just air. You can stand on this stage and tell me I'm beautiful, but I am more than my face so disregard my mild distaste for your inspirational speech. Now, this... This isn't a call for help. This is a call to arms. This is a battle cry because I am sick of waiting for a future that should've happened yesterday. So use this air to live the words you say and rally. Do not soothe, because we've already been cocooned by soothed reality in Shawnee, Johnson County. I'm a real girl, in a real world. Life's fantastic, and I refuse to be plastic, aiming for generic weight range based on content, not scale number. I refuse to be plastic, a neck moulded perfectly for both eating and breathing so I don't have to choose. I refuse to be plastic, a bust that you don't need to be sizing when I've got eyes a green not of romanticized meadows but of drunken puke. I refuse to be plastic, a size nine foot in a size nine shoe, spending three to nine enjoying my meal times, because my weight loss book is chucked down the chute. I'm a living girl in a beautiful world. Life's fantastic, because I'm not plastic.

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Feb 11, 2015

Feb 11, 2015 at 4:24 PM UTC

I'm a Barbie Girl, in a Barbie World. Life's fantastic: I feel like plastic, aiming for an eighteen-inch waist because I can afford to throw my internal organs away. I feel like plastic, having to choose between eating and breathing with not enough space for two tubes. I feel like plastic, a thirty-nine inch bust and three times the forehead. I feel like plastic, a size nine squeezed to a three, spending three to nine avoiding mealtime because my weight loss book says 'Don't eat.' I'm a Barbie Girl, in a Barbie World. Life's fantastic, but... I'm not plastic. I've sat here listening while you complain about society but I don't think you realize that society is made by you. You complain about masks but you're masked by your poetry and trust me, it's trendy: Psychiatry. A bottle of capsules captures your soul and your dreams, fading reality. I cannot be defined because a definition leaves no room for change and I am a flame, ready to burn the cardboard box of priority you put over me. All the cool kids are lesbians and thespians on about repressions and I care, I do, I mean... I'm standing here among you. But words are just air. You can stand on this stage and tell me I'm beautiful, but I am more than my face so disregard my mild distaste for your inspirational speech. Now, this... This isn't a call for help. This is a call to arms. This is a battle cry because I am sick of waiting for a future that should've happened yesterday. So use this air to live the words you say and rally. Do not soothe, because we've already been cocooned by soothed reality in Shawnee, Johnson County. I'm a real girl, in a real world. Life's fantastic, and I refuse to be plastic, aiming for generic weight range based on content, not scale number. I refuse to be plastic, a neck moulded perfectly for both eating and breathing so I don't have to choose. I refuse to be plastic, a bust that you don't need to be sizing when I've got eyes a green not of romanticized meadows but of drunken puke. I refuse to be plastic, a size nine foot in a size nine shoe, spending three to nine enjoying my meal times, because my weight loss book is chucked down the chute. I'm a living girl in a beautiful world. Life's fantastic, because I'm not plastic.

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There’s I place I go to When you cross my mind It’s almost as if your still there By my side Whispering in my ear Caressing my palm We called it the bridge to nowhere I remember meeting you there Sitting near the end Staring out towards the water You approaching me I remember looking up At your perfect tanned face Your messy dark hair Your mesmerizing gold eyes Casually wearing your football jersey. I remember your simple hello Your nervous chuckle Your silly smile. I remember smiling back And inviting you to sit. Our first meeting on the bridge to nowhere I remember sneaking out after dark To meet you there Just to lay on the bare wooden boards Staring at the moon I remember the smell of flowers that spring branches blooming nearby The smell of smoke and spices Forever embedded in your clothes. I remember your singing Sweet nothings in Spanish Softly in my ear Entwined together on the bridge to nowhere I remember your high school graduation Your mother so proud Your sister excited Your father crying I remember your first game in college Your running onto the field Pride and joy in your eyes Though you didn’t play Because of that sprained wrist I remember your sweaty embrace And your ramblings of the game Reviewing every play Your eyes shimmering with excitement Racing to the bridge to nowhere I remember that call Which changed my life My heart stopped I couldn’t think I remember rushing to the hospital Crying with your little sister Collapsed on the floor I remember your bloodied face Wrapped in linen Tubes bursting from your chest I wanted to race to the bridge to nowhere I remember spending my nights Curled by your side Willing you to stay Strong I remember that endless tone That said you were gone I cried at the bridge to nowhere I remember curling up in your hoodie Smelling you Pretending it was you Your arms surrounding me I remember lying by the stone That recalled your name Talking to you Burning letters by the small candle I remember cleaning out your room With your mother and sister Finding that little box by your bed Your final gift to me I opened it at the bridge to nowhere I still go there sometimes With a letter filled With promises to you And a flame by which to send it.

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Dec 12, 2012

Dec 12, 2012 at 2:55 PM UTC

lindsay-alayne-stevens

The Bridge to Nowhere

There’s I place I go to When you cross my mind It’s almost as if your still there By my side Whispering in my ear Caressing my palm We called it the bridge to nowhere I remember meeting you there Sitting near the end Staring out towards the water You approaching me I remember looking up At your perfect tanned face Your messy dark hair Your mesmerizing gold eyes Casually wearing your football jersey. I remember your simple hello Your nervous chuckle Your silly smile. I remember smiling back And inviting you to sit. Our first meeting on the bridge to nowhere I remember sneaking out after dark To meet you there Just to lay on the bare wooden boards Staring at the moon I remember the smell of flowers that spring branches blooming nearby The smell of smoke and spices Forever embedded in your clothes. I remember your singing Sweet nothings in Spanish Softly in my ear Entwined together on the bridge to nowhere I remember your high school graduation Your mother so proud Your sister excited Your father crying I remember your first game in college Your running onto the field Pride and joy in your eyes Though you didn’t play Because of that sprained wrist I remember your sweaty embrace And your ramblings of the game Reviewing every play Your eyes shimmering with excitement Racing to the bridge to nowhere I remember that call Which changed my life My heart stopped I couldn’t think I remember rushing to the hospital Crying with your little sister Collapsed on the floor I remember your bloodied face Wrapped in linen Tubes bursting from your chest I wanted to race to the bridge to nowhere I remember spending my nights Curled by your side Willing you to stay Strong I remember that endless tone That said you were gone I cried at the bridge to nowhere I remember curling up in your hoodie Smelling you Pretending it was you Your arms surrounding me I remember lying by the stone That recalled your name Talking to you Burning letters by the small candle I remember cleaning out your room With your mother and sister Finding that little box by your bed Your final gift to me I opened it at the bridge to nowhere I still go there sometimes With a letter filled With promises to you And a flame by which to send it.

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have you been to the honey bunny buffet its on ***** hot ***** street and lick it up all day you can start with a kiss theres buttery ***** don't you dare miss her fallopian tubes she comes with a milk shake and sweet ***** treat her **** delicious you'll love her feet there are deserts different flavors for sure and pudding viscous you'll *** for some more if you like women shes yummy yum yummy be you boy or girl shes feels great in your tummy i love to go their its all you can eat stuff your self good gawd shes so sweet do you like **** its pink and its red its good with black bean sauce you can have it in bed or **** warm and gooey with ******** lips sopping wet deliciousness its so hot when she strips theres big bowls of ***** smothered in cream if you like ***** your gona scream i want to eat their every **** day but my wife wont let me so home i must stay* :(

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Jun 12, 2017

Jun 12, 2017 at 3:22 PM UTC

THE HONEY BUNNY BUFFET....Manga

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Feb 3, 2016

Feb 3, 2016 at 3:47 PM UTC

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Discoboli of African poetry has now sparked above aphasia The aphasic silence today breaks eardrums with cacophony Of the world audience in the by standing duty of workshop tubes, Executing poetic experiment on the origin of **** poeticus To link the archaic baboonish proteins to the black chimpanzee Cradling African man, the sire of all and their poetry. That when the Chimpanzee blood we poured Into the African veins of vena cava and aorta, Feeding the heart with viscosity of nutrition, And the Chimpanzee blood fell into deadly Tomperousness like Shakespearean impetuosity Once seen in Romeo and Juliet, giving timely Birth To untimely half the yellow Sun That juxtaposed planet of poetry Behind the star of tribe as a priority Condemning to stark oblivion all the fated, in full uniform of tribal dimunitions, or mimesis. Ever predated on when tribes form nations. A time to try the chimpanzee blood in the veins Of white humanity, battling cynosure Historically evinced in Antony and his father, Or Tybalt and Mercurial of mercutio, Or Macbeth and counterparts Or Hamlet the Danish and the inheritors of his mother, As the white blood cells of the white blood, Militantly attack the white corpuscles Of the misfortunate chimpanzee, Converting the later into A chewer of misfortune.

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Apr 26, 2014

Apr 26, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC

alexander-k-opicho

CHIMPANZEE BLOOD INSIDE AFRICAN VEINES

Discoboli of African poetry has now sparked above aphasia The aphasic silence today breaks eardrums with cacophony Of the world audience in the by standing duty of workshop tubes, Executing poetic experiment on the origin of **** poeticus To link the archaic baboonish proteins to the black chimpanzee Cradling African man, the sire of all and their poetry. That when the Chimpanzee blood we poured Into the African veins of vena cava and aorta, Feeding the heart with viscosity of nutrition, And the Chimpanzee blood fell into deadly Tomperousness like Shakespearean impetuosity Once seen in Romeo and Juliet, giving timely Birth To untimely half the yellow Sun That juxtaposed planet of poetry Behind the star of tribe as a priority Condemning to stark oblivion all the fated, in full uniform of tribal dimunitions, or mimesis. Ever predated on when tribes form nations. A time to try the chimpanzee blood in the veins Of white humanity, battling cynosure Historically evinced in Antony and his father, Or Tybalt and Mercurial of mercutio, Or Macbeth and counterparts Or Hamlet the Danish and the inheritors of his mother, As the white blood cells of the white blood, Militantly attack the white corpuscles Of the misfortunate chimpanzee, Converting the later into A chewer of misfortune.

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On the first day of christmas my teacher gave to me 1 essay On the second day of christmas my teacher gave to me 2 major projects 1essay On the third day of christmas my teacher gave to me 3 text books 2 major projects 1 essay On the fourth day of christmas my teacher gave to me 4 journals 3 text books 2 major projects 1 essay On the fifth day of christmas my teacher gave to me 5 binders 4 journals 3 text books 2 major projects 1 essay On the sixth day of christmas my teacher gave to me 6 pencil bags 5 binders 4 joournals 3 text books 2 major projects 1 essay On the seventh day of christmas my techer gave to me 7 laptops 6 pencil bags 5 binders 4 journals 3 text books 2 major projects 1 essay On the eighth day of christmas my teacher gave to me 8 calculators 7 laptops 6 pencil bags 5 bingers 3 text books 2 major projects 1 essay On the nineth day of christmas gave to me 9 work sheets 8 calculators 7 laptops 6 pencil bags 5 binders 4 journals 3 text books 2 major projects 1 essay On the tenth day of christmas my teacher gave to me 10 mircoscopes 9 work sheet 8 calculators 7 laptops 6 pencil bags 5 binders 4 journals 3 text books 2 major project 1 essay On the eleventh day of christmas my teacher gave to me 11 math problems 10 mircoscopes 9 work sheets 8 calculator 7 lap tops 6 pencil bags 5 binders 4 journals 3 text boooks 2 major projects 1 essay On the 12 day of christmas teacher gave to me 12 test tubes 11 math problems 10 mircoscope 9 work sheets 8 calculators 7 lap tops 6 pencil bags 5 binders 4 journals 3 text books 2 major projects 1 essay

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Dec 3, 2010

Dec 3, 2010 at 11:08 PM UTC

12 days of christmas

On the first day of christmas my teacher gave to me 1 essay On the second day of christmas my teacher gave to me 2 major projects 1essay On the third day of christmas my teacher gave to me 3 text books 2 major projects 1 essay On the fourth day of christmas my teacher gave to me 4 journals 3 text books 2 major projects 1 essay On the fifth day of christmas my teacher gave to me 5 binders 4 journals 3 text books 2 major projects 1 essay On the sixth day of christmas my teacher gave to me 6 pencil bags 5 binders 4 joournals 3 text books 2 major projects 1 essay On the seventh day of christmas my techer gave to me 7 laptops 6 pencil bags 5 binders 4 journals 3 text books 2 major projects 1 essay On the eighth day of christmas my teacher gave to me 8 calculators 7 laptops 6 pencil bags 5 bingers 3 text books 2 major projects 1 essay On the nineth day of christmas gave to me 9 work sheets 8 calculators 7 laptops 6 pencil bags 5 binders 4 journals 3 text books 2 major projects 1 essay On the tenth day of christmas my teacher gave to me 10 mircoscopes 9 work sheet 8 calculators 7 laptops 6 pencil bags 5 binders 4 journals 3 text books 2 major project 1 essay On the eleventh day of christmas my teacher gave to me 11 math problems 10 mircoscopes 9 work sheets 8 calculator 7 lap tops 6 pencil bags 5 binders 4 journals 3 text boooks 2 major projects 1 essay On the 12 day of christmas teacher gave to me 12 test tubes 11 math problems 10 mircoscope 9 work sheets 8 calculators 7 lap tops 6 pencil bags 5 binders 4 journals 3 text books 2 major projects 1 essay

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How horrible it was to wake up to your cries for help. I came to find you had fallen, your oxygen disconnected, the clear tubes lying in a tangle on your bedroom floor. At first, you had been conscious, your beautiful brown eyes looked up at me pleadingly, and then you were gone. I was alone and terrified, having dealt with this before I couldn’t say it was anything new, but this time was different than the script of past events. Wishing I could escape like a bird in flight, I knew I had no power to save you, The harsh truth of my reality suffocated me. My walls closing in as I realized what was happening in this moment. Prior to this, you had always made it to the hospital alright, arguing with paramedics, but this time, you were motionless and cold. I’ll never forget the blue stillness of your lips, or the way the light left your eyes as you departed the material world and finally found peace in eternal rest.

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Mar 4, 2017

Mar 4, 2017 at 7:24 PM UTC

kathryn-maurine

Elegy for My Mother

How horrible it was to wake up to your cries for help. I came to find you had fallen, your oxygen disconnected, the clear tubes lying in a tangle on your bedroom floor. At first, you had been conscious, your beautiful brown eyes looked up at me pleadingly, and then you were gone. I was alone and terrified, having dealt with this before I couldn’t say it was anything new, but this time was different than the script of past events. Wishing I could escape like a bird in flight, I knew I had no power to save you, The harsh truth of my reality suffocated me. My walls closing in as I realized what was happening in this moment. Prior to this, you had always made it to the hospital alright, arguing with paramedics, but this time, you were motionless and cold. I’ll never forget the blue stillness of your lips, or the way the light left your eyes as you departed the material world and finally found peace in eternal rest.

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In childhood, your father’s name is DAD Now grown, maybe with children of your own But his name is still DAD DAD, the teacher, the consoler, the advisor Admonishes: “Drive safe” and “Save your Money” Today he’s the bard “This is like prison,” DAD laments while rolling his eyes Tubes like thin plastic chains tether his deflated body to blinking panels; paintings (factory printed ones) pretend the hospital room is more than just a sterile space Today, DAD’s eyes cast a faraway gaze, projecting And I see the characters in his story I see the 10 year old boy he describes, who snuck to stash a set Of English Composition Texts in the boy’s bathroom To escape Mrs. McElroy’s Fourth Grade course in Morose Poetry I see the thin, sandy blond, 6 foot 2 high school rabblerouser Who broke into the Vice Principal’s old Fiat And buried Stilton cheese in the dashboard All done on a sweltering May school day The anecdote is punctuated with a smirk and a: “Who would do a thing like that?” Stories of when he spotted a shy brunette at the dance and knew Knew he was to marry her; Stories of when his own DAD grasped his infant grandson’s dimpled hand Before giving in to complications of a heart attack The bard stops and exhales a sigh He cringes in his crinkled skin Sunken eyes squeeze close “I’m sorry” the nausea interrupts his tale “These drugs are…” “It’s okay. Take your time” I console, trying to comfort the pain in the room Now I’m the consoler, taking on the job to ameliorate Now this man, vulnerable in his suffering, is no longer DAD Now mortal, a child, a brother, a lover, a patient A man chained by the body’s sickness He is distilled by chemo reduced to a soul, who, through affliction, Forgets As his children remember He is as helpless in this life as we are.

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Jun 17, 2016

Jun 17, 2016 at 12:38 AM UTC

My Father-In-Law in Chemo

In childhood, your father’s name is DAD Now grown, maybe with children of your own But his name is still DAD DAD, the teacher, the consoler, the advisor Admonishes: “Drive safe” and “Save your Money” Today he’s the bard “This is like prison,” DAD laments while rolling his eyes Tubes like thin plastic chains tether his deflated body to blinking panels; paintings (factory printed ones) pretend the hospital room is more than just a sterile space Today, DAD’s eyes cast a faraway gaze, projecting And I see the characters in his story I see the 10 year old boy he describes, who snuck to stash a set Of English Composition Texts in the boy’s bathroom To escape Mrs. McElroy’s Fourth Grade course in Morose Poetry I see the thin, sandy blond, 6 foot 2 high school rabblerouser Who broke into the Vice Principal’s old Fiat And buried Stilton cheese in the dashboard All done on a sweltering May school day The anecdote is punctuated with a smirk and a: “Who would do a thing like that?” Stories of when he spotted a shy brunette at the dance and knew Knew he was to marry her; Stories of when his own DAD grasped his infant grandson’s dimpled hand Before giving in to complications of a heart attack The bard stops and exhales a sigh He cringes in his crinkled skin Sunken eyes squeeze close “I’m sorry” the nausea interrupts his tale “These drugs are…” “It’s okay. Take your time” I console, trying to comfort the pain in the room Now I’m the consoler, taking on the job to ameliorate Now this man, vulnerable in his suffering, is no longer DAD Now mortal, a child, a brother, a lover, a patient A man chained by the body’s sickness He is distilled by chemo reduced to a soul, who, through affliction, Forgets As his children remember He is as helpless in this life as we are.

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My wife's been whining for some time now Wanting me to take her on a cruise Now we've been married for twenty-five years So she wasn't gonna let me refuse So we packed up our bags and off we went Kinda like a second honeymoon I said, "Fix us some sandwiches to eat on the way" Then I told her we'd be there soon She said, "Where are we going Hawaii or Bahamas?" I said, "This place is better than that" We stopped at a place that said, "Paddle Boats Here" I said, "We're here, now don't forget your hat" Well, now needless to say, I did something wrong 'Cause my wife started throwing such a fit We went around circles for at least twenty minutes 'Cause everytime I'd paddle, she'd quit Now I wasn't gonna pay for no life perservers My bicycle tubes worked fine My wife had that tube wrapped around her neck And both of her hands around mine Well, to make a long story short, she'll never forget That time I took her on a cruise And everytime I even try to forget it I remember that horrible bruise

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Dec 2, 2012

Dec 2, 2012 at 3:41 PM UTC

My wife's been whining for some time now Wanting me to take her on a cruise Now we've been married for twenty-five years So she wasn't gonna let me refuse So we packed up our bags and off we went Kinda like a second honeymoon I said, "Fix us some sandwiches to eat on the way" Then I told her we'd be there soon She said, "Where are we going Hawaii or Bahamas?" I said, "This place is better than that" We stopped at a place that said, "Paddle Boats Here" I said, "We're here, now don't forget your hat" Well, now needless to say, I did something wrong 'Cause my wife started throwing such a fit We went around circles for at least twenty minutes 'Cause everytime I'd paddle, she'd quit Now I wasn't gonna pay for no life perservers My bicycle tubes worked fine My wife had that tube wrapped around her neck And both of her hands around mine Well, to make a long story short, she'll never forget That time I took her on a cruise And everytime I even try to forget it I remember that horrible bruise

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"the title says it all," she says, breaking the fourth wall. "i was with a guy, i know i know, so cliche, but he really took my breath away." the audience laughs, she continued on, "he told me all these enhancing things, and at first i didn't know what to think. the first date was a disaster, i spilt wine all over my dress, and the second went a little better, but the third one was the best." the audience anticipated the rest, "on the 29th of September, he got sick," her breath hitched, "he told me not to worry, as he layed in that hospital bed, hooked up to so many tubes, he'd say anything to get these thoughts out of my head. he told me he knew all along, that he had one month left to live, i broke to a million pieces, 'but it was so worth it,' he said lovingly as he coughed his last cough. i thought of nothing else but the way he looked hooked up like some middle school kid's science project, and now here i am, at this amazing poetry slam, telling you all my story, because it could be days, weeks, or even years until you discover your forever, but for me, mine was simply a month to remember."

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Jan 15, 2018

Jan 15, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC

a month to remember

"the title says it all," she says, breaking the fourth wall. "i was with a guy, i know i know, so cliche, but he really took my breath away." the audience laughs, she continued on, "he told me all these enhancing things, and at first i didn't know what to think. the first date was a disaster, i spilt wine all over my dress, and the second went a little better, but the third one was the best." the audience anticipated the rest, "on the 29th of September, he got sick," her breath hitched, "he told me not to worry, as he layed in that hospital bed, hooked up to so many tubes, he'd say anything to get these thoughts out of my head. he told me he knew all along, that he had one month left to live, i broke to a million pieces, 'but it was so worth it,' he said lovingly as he coughed his last cough. i thought of nothing else but the way he looked hooked up like some middle school kid's science project, and now here i am, at this amazing poetry slam, telling you all my story, because it could be days, weeks, or even years until you discover your forever, but for me, mine was simply a month to remember."

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'We were killing pigs when the Yanks arrived. A Tuesday morning, sunlight and gutter-blood Outside the slaughter house. >From the main road They would have heard the screaming, Then heard it stop and had a view of us In our gloves and aprons coming down the hill. Two lines of them, guns on their shoulders, marching. Armoured cars and tanks and open jeeps. Sunburnt hands and arms. Unarmed, in step, Hosting for Normandy. Not that we knew then Where they were headed, standing there like youngsters As they tossed us gum and tubes of coloured sweets'

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'We were killing pigs when the Yanks arrived. A Tuesday morning, sunlight and gutter-blood Outside the slaughter house. >From the main road They would have heard the screaming, Then heard it stop and had a view of us In our gloves and aprons coming down the hill. Two lines of them, guns on their shoulders, marching. Armoured cars and tanks and open jeeps. Sunburnt hands and arms. Unarmed, in step, Hosting for Normandy. Not that we knew then Where they were headed, standing there like youngsters As they tossed us gum and tubes of coloured sweets'

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palace of lights caved blooms through the body like reality pitted against a comic book not knowing where life came from not knowing how it will end food tubes or road **** is creation substance-less? 24 carat nonsense, or pure wisdom? perhaps bad therapy for lab animals and store front dummies monkeys shudder at needles unless candied with a heroine syringe chemistry a science of belligerence and euphoria pleasure before despair and than a sea of pain and a **** impaling her the lushly contoured female a frictionless exchange of power for ******* ecstatic death as her eyes bob and flutter like cascading echo's my birth tarot card **** of swords her favorite when I push through her like blood bubble gum b l o o d b u b b a b u b b le g u m a **** cathedral of lights flicker spit guttural diphthong like a vipers castanets uterine fire bursts like an appendix bomb her **** a zoo c u n t z o o i am peanuts worms and hay her face a mask to hide behind breath play sibilant **** specter or nightmares shadows and villains aphrodiac gagged and drugged hot ***** bound a big eyed **** s l u t l o v e *** cannibals turn me on her ****** a goddess a Russian roulette for shtttty kisses sploosh she shot me cuckoo spit k o cuck k o k o o twizzles willie milk in a drowning moss draped moon orifice under a shattered zodiac wrapped in tentacles of night she turns me on

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Feb 9, 2019

Feb 9, 2019 at 1:44 PM UTC

She Turns Me On...Cunt Zoo Manga

palace of lights caved blooms through the body like reality pitted against a comic book not knowing where life came from not knowing how it will end food tubes or road **** is creation substance-less? 24 carat nonsense, or pure wisdom? perhaps bad therapy for lab animals and store front dummies monkeys shudder at needles unless candied with a heroine syringe chemistry a science of belligerence and euphoria pleasure before despair and than a sea of pain and a **** impaling her the lushly contoured female a frictionless exchange of power for ******* ecstatic death as her eyes bob and flutter like cascading echo's my birth tarot card **** of swords her favorite when I push through her like blood bubble gum b l o o d b u b b a b u b b le g u m a **** cathedral of lights flicker spit guttural diphthong like a vipers castanets uterine fire bursts like an appendix bomb her **** a zoo c u n t z o o i am peanuts worms and hay her face a mask to hide behind breath play sibilant **** specter or nightmares shadows and villains aphrodiac gagged and drugged hot ***** bound a big eyed **** s l u t l o v e *** cannibals turn me on her ****** a goddess a Russian roulette for shtttty kisses sploosh she shot me cuckoo spit k o cuck k o k o o twizzles willie milk in a drowning moss draped moon orifice under a shattered zodiac wrapped in tentacles of night she turns me on

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Strange question indeed, So I asked one and all; Explain to me: “What's a plumber's ball?” Family and friends Heeded my call, But none could confine, Refine or define it, Yet Paul was sure He could design it. Still, none could satisfy My caterwaul: “What the hell is a plumber's ball?” Does it sweat the pipe Or wiggle the snake: Can it clamp the ****** For Heaven's sake? Could it snap on the cock-hole cover? All these queries Made me wonder. Has it something to do With hardness leakage, Or ******** the ball-cock To stop a seepage? Has it anything to do With a saddle valve dripping, Electric eels, Or two pipes mating? And, I heard of male and female fittings, And should I worry If I'm standing or sitting? If you're discharging the head Or elongating the pipe, Does the plumber's ball Help it snug tight? Is it in my tank, Or in my bowl, Beneath the floor Near the drainage hole? Is the plumber's ball In the back of the truck (Jeff laughed and said One could rub it for luck). I asked Michel If he could tell, He sensed it was something He could smell. I sought out Ray, Perhaps he'd know, But he was on call To restrain a back-flow. I couldn't ask Gary For his wisdom and sense, He was wigglin' the snake To unclog a wet vent. Henry, Rick, Scotty and Brian, Gave shameless answers I couldn't rely on. It's not a crapper, tail piece Or Johnnie-bolt, Or catch basin, reamer, O-ring or pipe dope. So I searched the Net With a fool's wonder, And read of ball-checks, Gas ***** and plungers. I know it's too late To ask Rolly or Ross, For both of them knew, And that's our loss. And Ernie's gone golfing So I can't ask the Boss. With final resolve I fell to my knees, To pray St. Ferrer With grace intercede. His silence left me In a state of depression; Had Ferrer washed his hands Of the plumbing profession? So nothing could settle My wherewithal, I still didn't know, What's a plumber's ball? Suddenly, it hit me, He's never wrong, The Dalai Lama of dip-tubes, I'll ask John. Where others did falter, John's a rock: He knows the difference Between a gas and ball **** With a knowing smile He embraced our Hall: Here, good friend, is your Plumbers' Ball.

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Sep 22, 2014

Sep 22, 2014 at 9:10 AM UTC

What's a Plumber's Ball

Strange question indeed, So I asked one and all; Explain to me: “What's a plumber's ball?” Family and friends Heeded my call, But none could confine, Refine or define it, Yet Paul was sure He could design it. Still, none could satisfy My caterwaul: “What the hell is a plumber's ball?” Does it sweat the pipe Or wiggle the snake: Can it clamp the ****** For Heaven's sake? Could it snap on the cock-hole cover? All these queries Made me wonder. Has it something to do With hardness leakage, Or ******** the ball-cock To stop a seepage? Has it anything to do With a saddle valve dripping, Electric eels, Or two pipes mating? And, I heard of male and female fittings, And should I worry If I'm standing or sitting? If you're discharging the head Or elongating the pipe, Does the plumber's ball Help it snug tight? Is it in my tank, Or in my bowl, Beneath the floor Near the drainage hole? Is the plumber's ball In the back of the truck (Jeff laughed and said One could rub it for luck). I asked Michel If he could tell, He sensed it was something He could smell. I sought out Ray, Perhaps he'd know, But he was on call To restrain a back-flow. I couldn't ask Gary For his wisdom and sense, He was wigglin' the snake To unclog a wet vent. Henry, Rick, Scotty and Brian, Gave shameless answers I couldn't rely on. It's not a crapper, tail piece Or Johnnie-bolt, Or catch basin, reamer, O-ring or pipe dope. So I searched the Net With a fool's wonder, And read of ball-checks, Gas ***** and plungers. I know it's too late To ask Rolly or Ross, For both of them knew, And that's our loss. And Ernie's gone golfing So I can't ask the Boss. With final resolve I fell to my knees, To pray St. Ferrer With grace intercede. His silence left me In a state of depression; Had Ferrer washed his hands Of the plumbing profession? So nothing could settle My wherewithal, I still didn't know, What's a plumber's ball? Suddenly, it hit me, He's never wrong, The Dalai Lama of dip-tubes, I'll ask John. Where others did falter, John's a rock: He knows the difference Between a gas and ball **** With a knowing smile He embraced our Hall: Here, good friend, is your Plumbers' Ball.

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There’s a time and season for every reason no cookie bakes itself cherries don’t burst on their own cherries don’t burst ************ a bottle doesn’t empty itself to full/fill breaking clocks is a wonderful way to **** time ironic glory hole of blood and glass running out of test tubes, the ***** too tight **** reason! INVEST! Admiration is the state furthest away from understanding pawns don’t need details ******** with teeth make ******** meaningful smashing the cow softens it, …digest it well meaning is derived from screening STD g string of a starry eyed ******** that drowns in a sea of ****** obtuse and absolute are the only submissions failure to comprehend results in *********** cuckolds worth…. IMPROVE! Lexicon laxative this antipathy won’t last stimulate thinking with cankerous drinking ***** ***** need no season or reason to drown ****** who never show the tears of heaven that understood misled admiration and adolescent aberration that silently candle deplorable fornication time stays unchanged counting doesn’t prove progress in this game falling short… half beat hesitation ITERATE!

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Apr 14, 2014

Apr 14, 2014 at 5:10 AM UTC

There’s a time and season for every reason no cookie bakes itself cherries don’t burst on their own cherries don’t burst ************ a bottle doesn’t empty itself to full/fill breaking clocks is a wonderful way to **** time ironic glory hole of blood and glass running out of test tubes, the ***** too tight **** reason! INVEST! Admiration is the state furthest away from understanding pawns don’t need details ******** with teeth make ******** meaningful smashing the cow softens it, …digest it well meaning is derived from screening STD g string of a starry eyed ******** that drowns in a sea of ****** obtuse and absolute are the only submissions failure to comprehend results in *********** cuckolds worth…. IMPROVE! Lexicon laxative this antipathy won’t last stimulate thinking with cankerous drinking ***** ***** need no season or reason to drown ****** who never show the tears of heaven that understood misled admiration and adolescent aberration that silently candle deplorable fornication time stays unchanged counting doesn’t prove progress in this game falling short… half beat hesitation ITERATE!

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You looked so peaceful Laying there Silence except for the soft beeps and coughs on the floor And I couldn't bring myself to leave you Not even for a moment to close my eyes You always seemed so strong But here you looked frail Strung up with wires and tubes Eventually I grew tired of trying to stay busy So I went to the window And the lights love You should have seen them They were so brilliant and so quiet Soft unlike every emotion flooding my heart They were just like I remembered Just like the first time I showed you the lights And I didn't know it then Just how much I love you now

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Jan 28, 2019

Jan 28, 2019 at 3:36 AM UTC

You looked so peaceful Laying there Silence except for the soft beeps and coughs on the floor And I couldn't bring myself to leave you Not even for a moment to close my eyes You always seemed so strong But here you looked frail Strung up with wires and tubes Eventually I grew tired of trying to stay busy So I went to the window And the lights love You should have seen them They were so brilliant and so quiet Soft unlike every emotion flooding my heart They were just like I remembered Just like the first time I showed you the lights And I didn't know it then Just how much I love you now

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Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain. Pain, Pain Pain (Pain) Pain-- Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain pain painpainpain Pain pain pain Pain pain Pain. Pain with pain Pine and pain And sick Pain-Ill death-clock Tick tick ticks Nothing to say Anymore Pain pain. Pain Pain with feathers How pain and why pain And will be and never was pain Pain in your shoes, In a shower On a floor Pain In a garden Pain With your tea Pain in your eye As you drive Along We must be terrible We must be heinous Viscous, meticulous, We are not. But pain pain pain I. Can not sleep As they sanction drone Strikes on children I. can not sleep As a Ghostly ether summons Across lakes in dream I. Can't think I. can feel like a Cyprus Upon a grave Love love love Love love love love Love love love love Death exists Life is in brief moments Where the dead Drag in front of you Bleeding, broken Forever lost in this abyss Grafted from a tree In another world Oh, my love. Oh my love, As I know it true In bent knees at dawn Whispers evermore in my ear Beyond graves and atom bombs Test pilots Test tubes Test Pain in your chest In your mouth Rotted flesh Rotted fits of aging Agony which Is pain, exquisite Like a needle Precise like A Nuclear accident I. Can't sleep As things fly above my head My eye Leaving me in the dark Leaving me in a tub Leaving me in a gas task Mustard gas and Venus Drowned in calm water Out, out, out, Number 1. Nitrous oxide Psalms, palms, Save little girls In dresses know As I walk by a snowglobe Oh, my love How I am sick of questions with an Answer I know But not quite Not, quite And death will solve All power Like forks In an outlet u r a beautiful dawn At sunset My eyes are tired It needs to heal It needs to heal D. E. A. (D) In a straw or dollar O.K. oh, Kay Oh, Natalie I dot the "I" in your Name in my brain In my bones leaving me Aloft in dream, I dream and weep I dream and weep Pain Pain Pai. N. Kiev Leaving Pain Pain. Pain. no. 1

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Jul 18, 2015

Jul 18, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC

Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain. Pain, Pain Pain (Pain) Pain-- Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain pain painpainpain Pain pain pain Pain pain Pain. Pain with pain Pine and pain And sick Pain-Ill death-clock Tick tick ticks Nothing to say Anymore Pain pain. Pain Pain with feathers How pain and why pain And will be and never was pain Pain in your shoes, In a shower On a floor Pain In a garden Pain With your tea Pain in your eye As you drive Along We must be terrible We must be heinous Viscous, meticulous, We are not. But pain pain pain I. Can not sleep As they sanction drone Strikes on children I. can not sleep As a Ghostly ether summons Across lakes in dream I. Can't think I. can feel like a Cyprus Upon a grave Love love love Love love love love Love love love love Death exists Life is in brief moments Where the dead Drag in front of you Bleeding, broken Forever lost in this abyss Grafted from a tree In another world Oh, my love. Oh my love, As I know it true In bent knees at dawn Whispers evermore in my ear Beyond graves and atom bombs Test pilots Test tubes Test Pain in your chest In your mouth Rotted flesh Rotted fits of aging Agony which Is pain, exquisite Like a needle Precise like A Nuclear accident I. Can't sleep As things fly above my head My eye Leaving me in the dark Leaving me in a tub Leaving me in a gas task Mustard gas and Venus Drowned in calm water Out, out, out, Number 1. Nitrous oxide Psalms, palms, Save little girls In dresses know As I walk by a snowglobe Oh, my love How I am sick of questions with an Answer I know But not quite Not, quite And death will solve All power Like forks In an outlet u r a beautiful dawn At sunset My eyes are tired It needs to heal It needs to heal D. E. A. (D) In a straw or dollar O.K. oh, Kay Oh, Natalie I dot the "I" in your Name in my brain In my bones leaving me Aloft in dream, I dream and weep I dream and weep Pain Pain Pai. N. Kiev Leaving Pain Pain. Pain. no. 1

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Answering to no one, and obligations do not exist, if unanswered. I want plastic tubes of garishly pink lipstick, with their greasy glitter soaking in the folds of tissues. I'll take the hard edge off of my face, dust off my gilded tongue, and promptly kiss a bathroom floor after consuming something illicit that tingles my nose, before dying with your blade buried in me, inelegantly.

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Mar 15, 2013

Mar 15, 2013 at 2:56 AM UTC

Answering to no one, and obligations do not exist, if unanswered. I want plastic tubes of garishly pink lipstick, with their greasy glitter soaking in the folds of tissues. I'll take the hard edge off of my face, dust off my gilded tongue, and promptly kiss a bathroom floor after consuming something illicit that tingles my nose, before dying with your blade buried in me, inelegantly.

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A few states away, tubes hooked to his veins Why haven't they told me it's cancer? "He's getting a couple tests done" "Don't worry it's nothing *** Why haven't they told me it's cancer? I hear the late night phone calls The "how's he doing" phone calls I got a little curious Looked at some of your messages They said he has cancer You said pack your bags We are going to visit I know he's in the hospital But you never told me it was cancer I heard he started the chemo But I didn't hear it from you I read dad's email I just wanted to know What's wrong with him What the hell's going on Never thought it'd be cancer Last night we got in that fight I called you a liar You didn't know why You don't know that I know My grandpas got cancer

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May 19, 2014

May 19, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC

A few states away, tubes hooked to his veins Why haven't they told me it's cancer? "He's getting a couple tests done" "Don't worry it's nothing *** Why haven't they told me it's cancer? I hear the late night phone calls The "how's he doing" phone calls I got a little curious Looked at some of your messages They said he has cancer You said pack your bags We are going to visit I know he's in the hospital But you never told me it was cancer I heard he started the chemo But I didn't hear it from you I read dad's email I just wanted to know What's wrong with him What the hell's going on Never thought it'd be cancer Last night we got in that fight I called you a liar You didn't know why You don't know that I know My grandpas got cancer

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Spark kissed tinder burst into flames As men gathered in tight knots Stitched up a street riot Wood warmed and glowed Militant revolution minds The embers hummed with ashes As city streets burned Tyres and tubes were rolled home brew guzzled Fuelled the fires further more streets burned Water cannons hissed As men aflame with anger Lit fireplaces up alleyways With burning brain torches Taking the political fireplaces To the palace of no return. As soon as the government Dissolved into a carpet bombing puddle The big bear licked its paws. Author Notes The Revolution continues after a lapse of two months. Most politics start around a fireplace fuelled by alcohol and hate. Once lit the fireplace chatter moves into the street and spread rapidly. The Bear anticipates a breakdown of law and order and amasses its troops along the border. © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ago

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Jun 23, 2014

Jun 23, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC

Spark kissed tinder burst into flames As men gathered in tight knots Stitched up a street riot Wood warmed and glowed Militant revolution minds The embers hummed with ashes As city streets burned Tyres and tubes were rolled home brew guzzled Fuelled the fires further more streets burned Water cannons hissed As men aflame with anger Lit fireplaces up alleyways With burning brain torches Taking the political fireplaces To the palace of no return. As soon as the government Dissolved into a carpet bombing puddle The big bear licked its paws. Author Notes The Revolution continues after a lapse of two months. Most politics start around a fireplace fuelled by alcohol and hate. Once lit the fireplace chatter moves into the street and spread rapidly. The Bear anticipates a breakdown of law and order and amasses its troops along the border. © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ago

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Love on my toes, love in the cabinet, love jumps off balconies it is an eighteen year old succubus offering spinal taps. Bring the gentlemen their evening numbness before next morning’s nightmare and ******** are scheduled on God’s map – he just steps out for a moment, settles his sleeping mask on. God is so unhappy: he understands nothing of love. Get this recipe recited so we shall feed them pink and blue pills which knobs can sting boys in the *** a fleabite or bow soon our leather heels chime through their ears like hooves. The master may question their nutrition so hold out a paper cup sloshing in female nectar, our vaguely cerise saliva sustenance that comes from between slits carved for such – these acids are love, love, love. Love from cavities, love pearls knotted in the roots of a mother clam, fallopian love tubes. Every shoebox offers warmth, complementary wakeup calls a petite blonde to peel him out of his pajamas, too – lay your husbands down into the doll-case if he has no love as God is not watching here. Oh, how happy our gentlemen are.

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Mar 25, 2013

Mar 25, 2013 at 4:42 PM UTC

Love on my toes, love in the cabinet, love jumps off balconies it is an eighteen year old succubus offering spinal taps. Bring the gentlemen their evening numbness before next morning’s nightmare and ******** are scheduled on God’s map – he just steps out for a moment, settles his sleeping mask on. God is so unhappy: he understands nothing of love. Get this recipe recited so we shall feed them pink and blue pills which knobs can sting boys in the *** a fleabite or bow soon our leather heels chime through their ears like hooves. The master may question their nutrition so hold out a paper cup sloshing in female nectar, our vaguely cerise saliva sustenance that comes from between slits carved for such – these acids are love, love, love. Love from cavities, love pearls knotted in the roots of a mother clam, fallopian love tubes. Every shoebox offers warmth, complementary wakeup calls a petite blonde to peel him out of his pajamas, too – lay your husbands down into the doll-case if he has no love as God is not watching here. Oh, how happy our gentlemen are.

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*where are women really safe? how is it that society-collect FAILS as humanity stumbles yet again.. and again? our lady-folk are not safe*.. Amaya-bai finds little comfort but in sibilant-twin as no eye of sun nor ginoo laid eye on this binukot Olga is the silent-saint; believes in charity at home yet chaos ensues too easily - she is wronged and just gets.. lost in the system Zandile fetches precious amanzi in her sun-soaked calabash her vigilant-sister falls.. roving guerrilla-men from the river's edge Michelle, la petite belle, survives the daily-grind via low-coin tubes to Champs-Élysées as assistante-de-pharmacie Aadita, from the outset at 15, dons a veil hiding ****** acid-burns she has some relative-luck to escape sati later on Amy with downtrod-heart, grabs the tram to downtown family wearing dark glasses and gloves on rainy-day blues Emiko graced (yet cursed) with beauty struggles with ancient-practice despite the ban, silent-suffering lotus-gait in the tiny village Aisha may be alive but not well from ethnic-marking tragedy as irugu are outcast from all-too prevalent gishiri-cruelty *might as well take a trip to Vladivostok or be dumped in a sarcophagus beneath the Pyramids safer there* S T - 27 sept 2013 - freitag

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Sep 27, 2013

Sep 27, 2013 at 3:59 AM UTC

Trip to Vladivostok

*where are women really safe? how is it that society-collect FAILS as humanity stumbles yet again.. and again? our lady-folk are not safe*.. Amaya-bai finds little comfort but in sibilant-twin as no eye of sun nor ginoo laid eye on this binukot Olga is the silent-saint; believes in charity at home yet chaos ensues too easily - she is wronged and just gets.. lost in the system Zandile fetches precious amanzi in her sun-soaked calabash her vigilant-sister falls.. roving guerrilla-men from the river's edge Michelle, la petite belle, survives the daily-grind via low-coin tubes to Champs-Élysées as assistante-de-pharmacie Aadita, from the outset at 15, dons a veil hiding ****** acid-burns she has some relative-luck to escape sati later on Amy with downtrod-heart, grabs the tram to downtown family wearing dark glasses and gloves on rainy-day blues Emiko graced (yet cursed) with beauty struggles with ancient-practice despite the ban, silent-suffering lotus-gait in the tiny village Aisha may be alive but not well from ethnic-marking tragedy as irugu are outcast from all-too prevalent gishiri-cruelty *might as well take a trip to Vladivostok or be dumped in a sarcophagus beneath the Pyramids safer there* S T - 27 sept 2013 - freitag

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