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billy Jul 05, 2007

Journey to the otherside pt.1

guardians of sacred grounds,

show me the path,to my soul

heal my heart,heal my mind,

help me find,peace within this war,

in this world I stand before,In this world I see,

In this world Im healing through,In this world I breathe,

live on in heave,Its just something i gave my soul for,

Its just somewhere my heart can be restored,

In this world I travel through,In this world I see,

my soul floats within the sky,eternally life it brings,

live on in heaven,heal all through heaven,its just something I gave my life for,

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billy Jul 05, 2007

the great war

as my eyes remember the hurt,vengeance I cry for the enemies life,fallen but i will rise again,this will be my final hour,hate will be my glorious power,the butchers meat was truly poisned,I am weak by the flames of evil,guiding me towards my end, I lay in my mind on these ruin lands,disconnected from the heart that died,I will rise again and i will face the end,I will breathe this poisonouis air,I am fully aware of my wounds,I will tear them deeper,I will greatly suffere throughout,I am not winning,I wait for the night,to ignite the soul fire,I will be reborn through death.

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Conect11 Jul 05, 2007

Let's Get Humble

Let’s get humble
let’s get meek
let’s get serious
and sleek.
Let’s get aggressive
let’s get sexual
let’s burn the place
to the ground
where it’s low.
Let’s get
smiles on our faces
and words in our mouths
truth.
Let’s get close
and let’s get impersonal
let’s get
raw with each other
there’s no other way to be.
Let’s get down on each other
till it’s word pornography.
Let’s get insane
in a deadly serious way
till we’re seen for who
we really aren’t.
Aren’t yet,
anyway.
Let’s get off the ground
off our knees

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barbsdad2003 Jul 05, 2007

made to please

with a morning’s brisk activities

so few are pleased; but as Fermi,

 

methinks ’tis but a choice opportunity

that is meant to seize,

a grand occasion not new to me:

 

Freud eggs and chilled mellow cheese,

wan green-gray from frosted

fuzzed refrigerator freeze.

 

smells of lingering cooking vapors

midst hot capers

foment a random sneeze.

 

through main pane I side-glance see,

perched on bouncing branch of nearby tree,

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Quillsvein1 Jul 05, 2007

he is

the man is gone
who made the unfriendly streets
a little less chilly.

but you can read his face
in angry tiremarks left on
the late night road by 
guzzling gasoline.

don’t bother talking to yourself
to replace him. only three
will hear; you, your larynx
and a bemused passerby.

follow the blind man

tapping the
night road in an echoing morse
code of mocking inarticulacy

who is going to the hospital
in search of his guide dog

lost in the night

barking after your absentee friend.

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barbsdad2003 Jul 05, 2007

Checkers

Alas! Alas!

 

The future is outclassed

And so held at half-mast

With nagging apprehension.

 

’Tis the checkered present

That competes

For my entire attention

 

With my greatly checkered past.

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barbsdad2003 Jul 05, 2007

To Picket

I spied a pimpled cricket

Hiding in a thicket.

 

When she smiled, the pimple

Screened her dimple.

 

What to do? I thought,

But to picket—

 

For to relieve that oh-so-

Grateful cricket.

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barbsdad2003 Jul 05, 2007

diddly-squat

if, in your manner and in

your thought,

 

’tis virtue you had sought

ill-got,

 

the devil may’ve cared

diddly-squat

 

how you fared—

or not.

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barbsdad2003 Jul 05, 2007

I kept at it

as to comely Kay,

I thought I’d impress her

with my new dresser.

 

but I could tell, from the way

she eyed me up and down,

that she thought me a clown.

 

but I kept at it

thinking p’raps in time

she might come around.