'We're learning songs for baby Jesus' birthday. His mum and dad were Merry and Joseph. He had a bed made of clay and the three kings bought him Gold, Frankenstein and Merv as presents.'
roses are red
violets are blue
planet earth is great
thank you very much
Athens, Greece: 2006/09/30
"Call me Ishmael. Some years ago- never mind how long precisely- having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world." Herman Melville : Moby Dick
Maybe a Haiku...
I am really quite hungry
When is my lunchtime?
'We're learning songs for baby Jesus' birthday. His mum and dad were Merry and Joseph. He had a bed made of clay and the three kings bought him Gold, Frankenstein and Merv as presents.'
Maybe a Haiku...
I am really quite hungry
When is my lunchtime?
'We're learning songs for baby Jesus' birthday. His mum and dad were Merry and Joseph. He had a bed made of clay and the three kings bought him Gold, Frankenstein and Merv as presents.'
"the dick sucking fool attending the pussy licking school" ~ pavement
Athens, Greece: 2006/09/30
"Call me Ishmael. Some years ago- never mind how long precisely- having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world." Herman Melville : Moby Dick
"went with tears and good byes
with the hair of deepest black
beautiful beautiful black hair
black as inken black deep as the blackest sea
Athens, Greece: 2006/09/30
"Call me Ishmael. Some years ago- never mind how long precisely- having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world." Herman Melville : Moby Dick
some people think dandilions are weeds, but.... who the hell decided tulips were so great?
I admit it...what's to say......
I'll relive it...without pain......
Backstreet lover on the side of the road
I got a bomb in my temple that is gonna explode
I got a sixteen gauge buried under my clothes, I play...
i happen to like dandelions.
i am sure i've wrote about them before.
a yellow bright flower against green bright grass just looks awesome.
lol i got that thing from Family Guy
I admit it...what's to say......
I'll relive it...without pain......
Backstreet lover on the side of the road
I got a bomb in my temple that is gonna explode
I got a sixteen gauge buried under my clothes, I play...
i like rain..i like water, it's my favorite drink, add lemon..i like honey in hot tea and in oatmeal..i like the mist falling thru the trees as i hike around on some lost trail that hold me tight..i like standing under a waterfall's precious elegance where i taste her body flowing down my throat with wet feet, no cares..i like natural colors, green brown, blue's..i like the smell of the wind blowing across the seashore..i like my boots, socks, and boxers..i like the owl, what a fantastic bird..i like traveling thru time like a salamander..i like being the flower in your hair..i like it when i come home after being on the road for 2 or 3 weeks and i take a shower and sleep in my own bed that's not rolling down the freeway at 60 mph or climbing across the moon thru some lost mountain top on a cold winter night..i like it when i like it..
if i were a bowling ball i'd be your peanut-butter sandwich.
remember that one night when the sun was in the backseat eating the moon?
do you know why i am here under water next to your speakers?
wouldn't it be nice to be a noise like the milky-way?
You are the meal for the fly.
Your breath rots like flesh lost.
Only one ice cube wears your heart.
Your fingers taste like snakes.
Hair from you is rusting death.
These footsteps that you take carry you far, far you are nowhere.
In nothingness your mind dwells in an abyss of cold soil's ending.
Your flesh falls away from your bones and into your dry mouth.
You can not be, you are not to be.
Please leave this glass of water alone.
My dreaming candle will burn you.
My stereo smells like flowers on your tomb.
and now my morning begins
coffee cup warm
my back hurts
hair on my head is trashed
my vision is not quite awake
what would it be like to go back to bed awhile
fuck off world im sleepin
at least then i could dream of her
Grapefruit juice, o grapefruit juice
my halfarsed health endeavour
Blanch this face, port puffed and puce
and make it shine like leather.
Make my body lean and tight
as next year's Derby winner.
Help me purge and help me shite,
and make me five stones thinner.
red tiles...
peace..
that would be nice
What's for dinner?
'We're learning songs for baby Jesus' birthday. His mum and dad were Merry and Joseph. He had a bed made of clay and the three kings bought him Gold, Frankenstein and Merv as presents.'
Grapefruit juice, o grapefruit juice
my halfarsed health endeavour
Blanch this face, port puffed and puce
and make it shine like leather.
Make my body lean and tight
as next year's Derby winner.
Help me purge and help me shite,
and make me five stones thinner.
Did you just fucking write that?
Someone give him a medal. You even got all the metre right... you need to teach the poetry forum a lesson
'We're learning songs for baby Jesus' birthday. His mum and dad were Merry and Joseph. He had a bed made of clay and the three kings bought him Gold, Frankenstein and Merv as presents.'
Actually no, at present it's an 'angst-ridden teenage journal entry forum,' but I'm planning on gathering the troups and unleashing a revolution on it..
Game?
'We're learning songs for baby Jesus' birthday. His mum and dad were Merry and Joseph. He had a bed made of clay and the three kings bought him Gold, Frankenstein and Merv as presents.'
Actually no, at present it's an 'angst-ridden teenage journal entry forum,' but I'm planning on gathering the troups and unleashing a revolution on it..
Game?
i am almost offended, almost, not quite tho.
is this a writers war?
i am almost offended, almost, not quite tho.
is this a writers war?
Not one I'd ever join. Writers should join in comradeship. The only people writers should fight are civil servants and bureaucrats, for it is penpushing that causes holocausts as much as military might. The machine wouldn't march without these minions, and it's often the role of the writer to single these out for special scorn.
Not one I'd ever join. Writers should join in comradeship. The only people writers should fight are civil servants and bureaucrats, for it is penpushing that causes holocausts as much as military might. The machine wouldn't march without these minions, and it's often the role of the writer to single these out for special scorn.
i am almost offended, almost, not quite tho.
is this a writers war?
Did it sound like I was picking you out particularly? Why?
'We're learning songs for baby Jesus' birthday. His mum and dad were Merry and Joseph. He had a bed made of clay and the three kings bought him Gold, Frankenstein and Merv as presents.'
'We're learning songs for baby Jesus' birthday. His mum and dad were Merry and Joseph. He had a bed made of clay and the three kings bought him Gold, Frankenstein and Merv as presents.'
Comments
- the great Sir Leo Harrison
violets are blue
planet earth is great
thank you very much
"Call me Ishmael. Some years ago- never mind how long precisely- having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world." Herman Melville : Moby Dick
I am really quite hungry
When is my lunchtime?
- the great Sir Leo Harrison
I am really quite hungry
When is my lunchtime?
- the great Sir Leo Harrison
"Call me Ishmael. Some years ago- never mind how long precisely- having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world." Herman Melville : Moby Dick
with the hair of deepest black
beautiful beautiful black hair
black as inken black deep as the blackest sea
"Call me Ishmael. Some years ago- never mind how long precisely- having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world." Herman Melville : Moby Dick
Flame she is, more is she
Melt away ever time, is I
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
something occurs to me
that im not the class
out of my league
i strike out
dwindling into
eternal numbness
but its okay
it has to be
dreamer in my dream
we got the guns
i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
I'll relive it...without pain......
Backstreet lover on the side of the road
I got a bomb in my temple that is gonna explode
I got a sixteen gauge buried under my clothes, I play...
i happen to like dandelions.
i am sure i've wrote about them before.
a yellow bright flower against green bright grass just looks awesome.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
I'll relive it...without pain......
Backstreet lover on the side of the road
I got a bomb in my temple that is gonna explode
I got a sixteen gauge buried under my clothes, I play...
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
(wake up before i throw a brick at you)
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
remember that one night when the sun was in the backseat eating the moon?
do you know why i am here under water next to your speakers?
wouldn't it be nice to be a noise like the milky-way?
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Your breath rots like flesh lost.
Only one ice cube wears your heart.
Your fingers taste like snakes.
Hair from you is rusting death.
These footsteps that you take carry you far, far you are nowhere.
In nothingness your mind dwells in an abyss of cold soil's ending.
Your flesh falls away from your bones and into your dry mouth.
You can not be, you are not to be.
Please leave this glass of water alone.
My dreaming candle will burn you.
My stereo smells like flowers on your tomb.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
for my insanity. If I lose
it, my verse called art
will disappear.
That who becomes taboo,
will feed off the dead.
A silent war, a hundred
in a row.
-Paul Verlaine-
"With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion."
-Edgar Poe-
coffee cup warm
my back hurts
hair on my head is trashed
my vision is not quite awake
what would it be like to go back to bed awhile
fuck off world im sleepin
at least then i could dream of her
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
my halfarsed health endeavour
Blanch this face, port puffed and puce
and make it shine like leather.
Make my body lean and tight
as next year's Derby winner.
Help me purge and help me shite,
and make me five stones thinner.
peace..
that would be nice
What's for dinner?
- the great Sir Leo Harrison
Did you just fucking write that?
Someone give him a medal. You even got all the metre right... you need to teach the poetry forum a lesson
- the great Sir Leo Harrison
There's a poetry forum on this board? :eek:
Actually no, at present it's an 'angst-ridden teenage journal entry forum,' but I'm planning on gathering the troups and unleashing a revolution on it..
Game?
- the great Sir Leo Harrison
i am almost offended, almost, not quite tho.
is this a writers war?
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Not one I'd ever join. Writers should join in comradeship. The only people writers should fight are civil servants and bureaucrats, for it is penpushing that causes holocausts as much as military might. The machine wouldn't march without these minions, and it's often the role of the writer to single these out for special scorn.
Those are my instant thoughts.
Well done, well said, and well lived.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Did it sound like I was picking you out particularly? Why?
- the great Sir Leo Harrison
No Sir it didn't.
All is fine here.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Great
- the great Sir Leo Harrison