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Jenneddin

I guess I'm payin'
For the things that I have done
If I could go back
Oh, Lord knows I'd run
But I'm still losin'
This game of life I play
Living and dying
With the choices I made

(George Jones. Choices)

  • Last seen on Oct 3 9:28 AM. Member since November 21, 2001.
  • I'm a each moment poet for 8448 comments.
  • My mood is , and quote is XXX.
  • I am a 32 year old girl from Virginia (United States)
  • When I'm not writing, I'm shaking bones.
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  • I have 8,448 comments, 8 contests

My Poetry

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  • Bean Pod Poetry
    Because I beat
    Because
    54 lines, 6 comments, August 23
  • Electric Lutes
    I’m not sure what he wants
    A scream is not good enough
    25 lines, 12 comments, July 17
  • For Words Sake
    “God plays to the fools that play,
    and I pray. I tap my head against
    65 lines, 7 comments, July 15
  • A Deep Sleep
    Sound from one ear To the other
    41 lines, 6 comments, May 20. In Personal, Spiritual

Visitor Book

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  • Dark Hawk : How are you Jennifer on August 23
    You've changed a lot in the last couple of years. Still trying to figure out the emotions I see. With twice the years under my bridge I've decide that emotions are the beast. Sometimes we ride the beast but just as often the beast rides us. In the latter cases, never give that son-of-a-bitch the reins or you'll never return to the safety of the barn. Never could quite figure out where you were at. You've always been an enigma and always made me wonder. Such things and all mysteries are the delicious parts of life that I devour. I hope all's well with you. All's well here ----- Dark Hawk
  • Dark Hawk : Greetings on May 30
    Thin twisted lips oozing fear guilt and shame
    pay no mind lady it's their control campaign
    Just fearmongers' fangs injecting their venom
    The same poisonous emotions again and again.

    Don't you get buried beneath their myths
    There's no power or knowledge 'neath a crown of lies
    Their gods are images of themselves
    Their eyes are leering at your creamy thighs.

    Your conscience is laden with sin they claim
    Just mindless fools deflecting their blame
    It's past time to slam your millstone down
    On them, their myth, and his thorny crown.

    Ride the mare of truth thro' their valley of lies
    There's no harp-plucking angels or threatening skies
    Know those hundred trillion cells that are only you
    Humans thrive on reality and things that are true.

    Dark Hawk.

    I rarely stop in at AllPoetry these days. It's good to see your name and your words. I hope you've thrown that millstone down, or that you will shortly. Wish you the best...Bernie
  • Thomas Vaughan : hello my friend on April 4
    It seems like ages,
    many days and mostly sleepless nights
    since I last gazed into your cyber world eyes

    I hope all is well with u, shggywolf@yahoo.com
  • RollingStone on October 18, 2007
    I miss you.

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