My poetry style..is whatever, like myself.
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Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind
Possessing and caressing me
Jai Guru Deva OM
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes
They call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box
They tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe
Jai Guru Deva OM
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Sounds of laughter shades of earth are ringing through my open ears
Inciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on, across the universe
Jai Guru Deva OM
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Jai Guru Deva
Jai Guru Deva
Jai Guru Deva
Jai Guru Deva
Jai Guru Deva (fade out)
RIP JOHN LENNON
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Jehovah buried, Satan dead
do fearers worship Much and Quick;
badness not being felt as bad,
itself thinks goodness what is meek;
obey says toc,submit says tic,
Eternity's a Five Year Plan:
if Joy with Pain shall hang in hock
who dares to call himself a man?
go dreamless knaves on shadows fed,
your Harry's Tom,your Tom is Dick;
while gadgets murder squawk and add,
the cult of Same is all the chic;
by instruments,both span and spic,
are justly measured Spic and Span:
to kiss the mike if Jew turn kike
who dares to call himself a man?
loudly for Truth have liars pled,
their heels for Freedom slaves will click;
where Boobs are holy,poets mad
illustrious punks of Progress shriek;
when Souls are outlawed,Hearts are sick
Hearts being sick,Minds nothing can:
if Hate's a game and Love's a fuck
who dares to call himself a man?
King Christ,this world is all aleak;
and lifepreserves there are none:
and waves which only He may walk
Who dares to call Himself a man.
--- e.e. cummings---
- Last seen on Jun 12 1:21 AM. Member since March 1, 2005.
- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 139 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "my life slips away like smoke in the night".
- I am a 15 year old girl (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a student.

- I have 139 comments, 18 poems
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Premium Mud on May 10, 2007Holy crap, I haven't logged in here in ages because I didn't even know you commented me like, a year and a half ago.
Didn't think anyone in ak really came here, and I suppose by my example no one really does.
Anyways. I'll go ahead and read what you've got since I'm here and all. -
j-ay rose on June 18, 2006random hugs for you

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Eeyores Buddy on January 21, 2006Thank you for the comment and applause on my poem
Much appreicated 
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Saint Jai on January 9, 2006We do indeed.
e.e.cummings is great.
Jai.
