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alas ennui of the troubled soul and unmoving despair of the mind
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oh little piggy, sitting on the floor
oh little piggy, sitting by the door
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an ode to those, who lost their lives
men and women of talent and fame
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oh my cold blooded reptiles,
gone thou art, for a day of warmth it was
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We oppressed, alas under yoke and chain lashed and abused
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as small as the sun
lays without beginning
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To the soul i say, speak freely this day for another chance, mayhap just slide by
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a raging inferno across Vic some deliberately lit
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i go, i read, poems innumerable, i look for a diamond in the rough
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twisted, tortured limbs akimbo stretching, reaching for the blue
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ephemeral delights eternal lights
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alas, plucked from the vine at an early age moving hear and there
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those whom make music those whom make law
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sprouting up from omnipotent roots growing taller, feeding on the streets
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think of a world of fair equality where there is no greedy frivolity
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like millions of candles, the stars flock in the sky and outshining them all, the pale half orb
by spudmeister
10 lines, 3 comments,
on Dec 8 7:04 AM 2008
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the wide blue yonder domain of wings
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two side of a coin heads and tails
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72 clowns in a vee dub 4 hop in a 12 fall out
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staring at the door
life is such a bore
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solve for me, if you can, the impossible riddle why are we here? where are we going?
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On the floor of the aviary, surrounded by the grass and geraniums
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quietly somersaulting in the cool night air bathed in the orange glow of the streetlight
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the opening bassline, repeating once, twice, thrice and more
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eyelids of lead their in my head
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as you lay next to me so beautiful, so fair
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the incessant buzzing in the window on the hot summer day
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what are we, oh beings of flesh and bone do we have a soul, or are our bodies alone
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im sorry, my love i wish i could fly
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cackle of the fire the heath may acquire
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The tall tree's tower in the sky, the birds at the top, Clothed in robes of white, headdresses of the brightest yellow,
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now it's begun.
by spudmeister
25 lines, 2 comments,
on Oct 13 5:43 AM 2008
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we are created as we are, never changing, not very far,
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the blue clouds sky in summer, red roses on the bush,
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a bow to thy friend whose visage transcend
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