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posted on Sep, 2 2011 @ 11:14 AM
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and - thank you

:-)




posted on Sep, 5 2011 @ 08:28 PM
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all hallows tread
fast as light through slow
trees hum the only sound they know
a breeze escaped
all is loss
all we know
beauty gone
all we own



posted on Sep, 5 2011 @ 09:17 PM
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Are we always
this way?
Lonely in the
twilight, as if
I live in a movie,
afraid, snide, sullen
a character of Burroughs
involved in some
fraudulent scheme.



posted on Sep, 6 2011 @ 04:57 AM
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my face displaces
the blue ink from licorice cases

sweat on the brow
rollin down..don't drip, not now!

stir & mix blend with a stick
in a cauldron right quick

be careful not to stick your hand
inside the melting licorice man...



posted on Sep, 6 2011 @ 06:10 PM
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wanders home our wanderlust
seems to me, seems to we
sweet bitter finds some midnight
hiding in the fire - fair treason
who better to betray day than night?
Judas loved his Jesus more than they
twilight flies from sorrowful
winging through the grey
_______________________

which is to say: most beautiful, just before

my kingdom (such as it is) to anyone that can tell me where that comes from - I heard it once, fell in love with it - but can't find it's origin anywhere

not even a clue
edit on 9/6/2011 by Spiramirabilis because: (no reason given)



posted on Sep, 8 2011 @ 05:40 AM
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got the limbs of an octopi an' [SNIP] like a rabbit
which means I've 16 arms and 100 bad habits.
edit on 8/9/11 by B.Morrison because: (no reason given)



posted on Sep, 12 2011 @ 08:14 PM
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My Poems contain no
nightmares
Only the score of
a mans struggle
to stay within what
is his own,

what lies within him
to do.

And I come to this.
I know the waste
and it's twisted faces.
My hands reach out,
only to draw back
from the blood already
running there.



posted on Sep, 13 2011 @ 04:10 AM
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reply to post by whaaa
 

that was kind of beautiful... I liked it



posted on Sep, 13 2011 @ 04:11 AM
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codeine condeine codeine...
my whole damn life where have you been?
I dreamt of the floaty dream machines...



posted on Sep, 13 2011 @ 07:11 PM
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The Nightmare Begins


The charlatans and rats
hide. But the voodoo
dolls dance and bleed
from their mouths
Covering the other rats
with their phony filth
and guilt.

Ask the question....
Where are my babies?
The muse replies....
"They won't last."

They are infected like
their authoritarian Gods.
With feet of clay, and ripoff
fingers, blinded in design
by their own arrogance and
Pride.

The muse can see you
And smell your cancer.

edit on 13-9-2011 by whaaa because: (no reason given)



posted on Sep, 13 2011 @ 08:34 PM
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Originally posted by whaaa

The Nightmare Begins


The charlatans and rats
hide. But the voodoo
dolls dance and bleed
from their mouths
Covering the other rats
with their phony filth
and guilt.

Ask the question....
Where are my babies?
The muse replies....
"They won't last."

They are infected like
their authoritarian Gods.
With feet of clay, and ripoff
fingers, blinded in design
by their own arrogance and
Pride.

The muse can see you
And smell your cancer.

edit on 13-9-2011 by whaaa because: (no reason given)


see the muse sever his cancer
feed it Pimp Juice from erotic nude dancers
mix it with cryptics & crystalize answers
the catalystic voodoo turned men into prancers...

fingers torn asunder
powers bleed like ancient thunder
bolts of introverted plights
a moment opportune feels right

so we lie proud in the night
self assured in the light
while we all know a nocturne eye
has but an iris faded white

so if only to accommodate restoration of sight
Prometheus doth come in and brings forth the fight...

edit on 13/9/11 by B.Morrison because: penut butter jelly time...



posted on Sep, 13 2011 @ 09:12 PM
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To dance on a blue ray of light
If only for one cold lonely night
To forget the shameless fright
Of that incommensurable height

If only for one cold lonely night

To swim through rain droplets
Like snowflakes frozen to rest
Like every inch of my skin at best
To feel alive while the sun sets

To feel alive while the sun sets

To sing to mermaids black and white
If I could travel oceans left and right
A fantasy ? For sure, I guess it might
But reality isn’t where I take my flight

If I could travel oceans left and right

To para-sail on the moon, south or west
Just this one time, just once, before I rest
Dreams are vivid while life, merely a test
Uninvited at times, oh yes, simply a guest

Just this one time, just once, before I rest

If only for one cold lonely night
To feel alive while the sun sets
If I could travel oceans left and right
Just this one time, just once...

Before I rest.



posted on Sep, 13 2011 @ 09:17 PM
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There's a fine line between pleasure & pain
some mistake me for genius but I know I'm just unsane (1,2)
it all looks a bit warped when you live in my brain
like a dark clouded wine between the sun & the rain...



posted on Sep, 15 2011 @ 09:30 AM
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Renewal


I love the way
my fingers feel
as they trace the
line of her spine.

Her Breasts
celebrate her youth
and her eyes
melt the jade heart
of the wire and wood
elder shaman

Bless your Heart
my young friend
I had forgotten
the taste of a
kiss.



posted on Sep, 16 2011 @ 09:52 AM
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I know a young woman with braces that make her lisp & she's allergic to air itself...she looks at me wide eyed & believes in me when she has no reason too....

which makes her pretty awesome.

-Bob

P.S) very nice poem, I liked it alot
edit on 16/9/11 by B.Morrison because: (no reason given)



posted on Sep, 16 2011 @ 10:10 PM
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let me block you out with my ear phones
let me block you out because you're all drones
walking losing time keepin inside your own zones
lucky for you I wear my [SNIP]in' ear phones

because without my ear phones
you make me sick
without my ears blocked
my mind clutters too quick

I got the ears of a vampire & I'm mad like hatters hats
because i hear your words stutter over ignorance thick & fat
an while I work now I don't lounge round sleeping like a cat
don't make the mistake and see another lost & broken rat

unless you can admit it coz I can be cool with that
coz when a mistakes forgiven theres no need for looking back.

(these verses kind of branched off in 2 different tangents but it was ILL! straight from the top of my dome, as I rock rock rock rock rock the microphone...)
edit on 16/9/11 by B.Morrison because: (no reason given)



posted on Sep, 17 2011 @ 05:17 PM
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Flesh and dreams,
walk on high heels
so sharp they pierce
your soul.

As she moves into
the key light, the
shadow falls in
love.

And the crew
forgets to move.
speed, rolling
aaand action.



posted on Sep, 18 2011 @ 01:24 AM
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in so much pain when I describe you always think I'm lying
damn the way you treated me you damn near almost caught me crying
on the phone talking shaky all alone & hazy but I'm trying
so I confess to those who know me less I express myself through rhyming

because when I'm with the rest I don't have the time to get things off my chest
the bills are due and I'm doing my best but nowadays its harder to jest
the boss doesn't believe so tried to kick me to my knees with a threat
but I've given all I can and the x-rays are about all I have left

so he can stick hard boiled liquorice right between the eyes & burn
because I'm done with passive agro bull[SNIP] & I'm done with guts that churn
I deserve to have my hard work praised around people who brighten the days
who are just there to work where those foul kind of games aren't played...

-Bob
edit on 18/9/11 by B.Morrison because: (no reason given)



posted on Sep, 18 2011 @ 11:44 AM
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then all the more
in mine
beauty blackest
light twice bright
full on
mares of night
headlong, headstrong
foam and madness
canter for the ford
glorious, ringing sanity
thunder on the river
silence on the shore

nothing from the sky?

no more and none in mine
god knows I love these horses
rhyme some and only

words

thoughts...

have the angels started singing yet?

yes - and then some
we were busy watching the river
when they came

edit on 9/18/2011 by Spiramirabilis because: an adjustment...



posted on Sep, 19 2011 @ 10:51 PM
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Now the words appear.
Black on grey,
pixalated word noise,
no meanings, non sense,
reaching out into
the lonely electronic
night.











edit on 19-9-2011 by whaaa because: (no reason given)





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