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My grandson...step-grandson..(cuz I'm not old enough for an 11 yo grandson, mind you
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got angry for getting caught not doing his homework....
and shaved his eyebrows off!!! OFF!! gone!
WTH???
now what in the world is he going to do when he gets to school tomorrow morning.
geeezzzuuuuzzzzz man, what were you thinking????peace,
jo
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"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~0 -
StillHere wrote:My grandson...step-grandson..(cuz I'm not old enough for an 11 yo grandson, mind you
)
got angry for getting caught not doing his homework....
and shaved his eyebrows off!!! OFF!! gone!
WTH???
now what in the world is he going to do when he gets to school tomorrow morning.
geeezzzuuuuzzzzz man, what were you thinking????Get a picture for future torment.
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My "Thai Curry/that tone" poem is probably gonna just stay in the drawer. :P :oops:&&&&&&&&&&&&&&0
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Happy Birthday, Stephen.
Forever 18..
RIP.So I'll just lie down and wait for the dream
Where I'm not ugly and you're lookin' at me0 -
a smile for Joseph Arthur and PJ20
and some of my favorite lyrics
Don't know why I'm still afraid
If you weren't real I would make you up
now
I wish that I could follow through
I know that your love is true
And deep
As the sea
But right now
Everything you want is wrong,
And right now
All your dreams are waking up,
And right now
I wish I could follow you
To the shores
Of freedom,
Where no one lives.
Remember when we first met
And everything was still a bet
In love's game
You would call; I'd call you back
And then I'd leave
A message
On your answering machine
But right now
Everything is turning blue,
And right now
The sun is trying to kill the moon,
And right now
I wish I could follow you
To the shores
Of freedom,
Where no one lives
Freedom
Run away tonight
Freedom, freedom
Run away
Run away tonight
We're made out of blood and rust
Looking for someone to trust
Without
A fight
I think that you came too soon
You're the honey and the moon
That lights
Up my night
But right now
Everything you want is wrong,
And right now
All your dreams are waking up,
And right now
I wish that I could follow you
To the shores
Of freedom
Where no one lives
Freedom
Run away tonight
Freedom freedom
Run away
Run away tonight
We got too much time to kill
Like pigeons on my windowsill
We hang around
Ever since I've been with you
You hold me up
All the time I've falling down
But right now
Everything is turning blue,
And right now
The sun is trying to kill the moon,
And right now
I wish I could follow you
To the shores
Of freedomgot a car...got some gas...oh let's get out of here-get out of here fast...
I hope you get this message but your not home...I will be there in just a minute or so...
I want to go but I want to go with you.
Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry and narrow-mindedness and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime. -MT
I've had enough, said enough, felt enough. I'm fine, still in it.0 -
When I think of you, Coward comes to mind."I'm not present, I'm a drug that makes you dream"0
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StillHere wrote:My grandson...step-grandson..(cuz I'm not old enough for an 11 yo grandson, mind you
)
got angry for getting caught not doing his homework....
and shaved his eyebrows off!!! OFF!! gone!
WTH???
now what in the world is he going to do when he gets to school tomorrow morning.
geeezzzuuuuzzzzz man, what were you thinking????
Pink Floyd The Wall comes to mind.0 -
no
no more
no more poetic
no more poetic thoughts
no more poetic thoughts pervade
no more poetic thoughts pervade my
no more poetic thoughts pervade my mindI knew it all along, see?0 -
in the name of poetry
i am anonymous
no spoken words
though i spit
in the face of poetry
in the hands of poetry
i have no fortune
i only recite lines
read to me
in the mouth of poetryI knew it all along, see?0 -
poet
tree
poetricks
mope
opem
me po
po me0 -
Sometimes it's really no fun being able to see and anticipate patterns of behavior.
I like good surprises so much more.
Every morning I should pray that the Universe brings me good surprises because I think that might be a more pleasant way to live. :geek:&&&&&&&&&&&&&&0 -
how dare they blame clerical sexual abuse of innocents on the larger society. i am so fucking tired of the church blaming everyone but the abusers for the abuse suffered by the innocents. FUCK YOU CATHOLIC CHURCH!!!hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say0 -
on the breeze carries that smell....
the smell of green
mixed with cream
and a touch yellow0 -
Some people get so frightened of the fences in between.I knew it all along, see?0
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I see dead people0
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plop your fat ass down here for a bit
spell the word car
make a sand castle near the sea
hide from the arrogant sunbeams that make red
find your eyelids closed
sleep
dream away the day
soon seagulls will wake you
and deliver you from evilfor poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"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 Perce0 -
chadwick wrote:plop your fat ass down here for a bit
spell the word car
make a sand castle near the sea
hide from the arrogant sunbeams that make red
find your eyelids closed
sleep
dream away the day
soon seagulls will wake you
and deliver you from evil
Hey chadwickGood to see your words reappearing here. Hope to see more out front.....
Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
Send my credentials to the house of detention0 -
tremors wrote:chadwick wrote:plop your fat ass down here for a bit
spell the word car
make a sand castle near the sea
hide from the arrogant sunbeams that make red
find your eyelids closed
sleep
dream away the day
soon seagulls will wake you
and deliver you from evil
Hey chadwickGood to see your words reappearing here. Hope to see more out front.....
till then i have the farm... no internet or indoor crapperfor poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"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 Perce0 -
don't sell the farm just yet
capitalism is dying haven't you heard?
o' i haven't the heart to be socialistI knew it all along, see?0
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