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)
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)
- Member since November 21, 2001.
- I'm a each moment poet for 8,448 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, 15 poems
My Poetry
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I’m not sure what he wants
A scream is not good enough25 lines, 11 comments, July 17, 2008 -
“God plays to the fools that play,
and I pray. I tap my head against65 lines, 7 comments, July 15, 2008 -
Sound from one ear To the other
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gecko : bg on March 12Ilike these mangled flowers you have here
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Dark Hawk : How are you Jennifer on August 23, 2008You'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
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Dark Hawk : Greetings on May 30, 2008Thin 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, 2008It 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

