Squish Me Harder November 19, 2007
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Peeling off my face
Unlocking the facial bones
Spreading them wide open
I grab my source
Rotten black
Thick drooling scum dripping down my fingers, hands, arms and shoulders as I raise it to the Essence
Socketless I scream at the agony of doom
I am damned to rot in flesh and burn in hell
Live and Burn November 19, 2007
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Standing on the brink of absolute total failure he stands.
Tripping where ever he goes
There is just enough to survive
When you feel the world is so high
Pressure builds inside
Wave your arms goodbye
See no pain, that is a lie
Change is not change
Being used by others for their own deeds
Thrown out and discarded
Recycled to die
force me one more time
I’ll give it a little push
But I fail and weaken
and feel much pain
i am
to
die
The journey becomes the destination. November 12, 2007
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The journey becomes the destination.
Now I know why meditating on the words “Just Be” meant so much to me in my everyday life experiences!
11-07-07 November 7, 2007
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How can I write great poetry without experiencing an extraordinary life?
List a November 7, 2007
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Lyrics
Heavy
Florence
Control
Rage
Felexibility
Character
Power
Hatred
Lies
Loss
People
Naked
Questions
Quilts
Crosswords
People
Broken Straw November 7, 2007
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It is about love.
The threads snapping off; one by one
I reach but clumsy hands are no match
She moves out leaving a section of my mind empty
I fill it with despair. Countries go to war. Romance erupts.
Dreams kill. Envy tarnishes. Blood frees. Strength weakens.
Repeat until threadless.
Brain Massage November 7, 2007
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Hit it hard. Pretty hard that it shakes but slightly reverbs back.
Hit it again. Ok, now you are sloppy.
Flick it. See if it’s still alive.
It wants us to go. We better leave.