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cry and leave

oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
edited March 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
still life pictures painted in the sand, boats
sail upon the wind with white canvas eyes,
lifted to fly with salted foam tasted
within mouths of those gentle souls afloat
ousted to the barrier reefs of mad lies,
pastel impressions - bright sun encasted
honey sweet rhymes, i lust to bite your throat
so as to connect with your electric
moments of energetic sun spot splashes
taste again the salt of this earthen urn,
sprint for life - liberty's promise of love,
what began as a sonnet is now my
lover's poem, forthwith such lewd behavior
should exist in all it's tasteful savor

:D
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    Mmmm, this is yummy! :D Good lord, makes me want to rip my shirt open and willingly offer you my neck! :p:D Reeooow---saucy! :)

    "bright sun encasted
    honey sweet rhymes, i lust to bite your throat
    so as to connect with your electric
    moments of energetic sun spot splashes
    taste again the salt of this earthen urn,
    sprint for life - liberty's promise of love," --WOW! Just love it! :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
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