Current poems in progress...

embrace
and part
sad face
tears start
lost love
regret
time heals
not yet
once more
break
moan and yeild
cry through a sheild
this pain will never end. my heart i feel this sharp pain i reach back to my back and there was a knife in it. the note that i left laying beside me said i wish you where here
so i didnt have to do this stuid thing that i done. the next day you came to my house you found me laying on the floor you look at the note and then you saw the knife that had tear downs on it.
you grib the knife and stuck in your chest. i guest we where ment to be together forever and til the end

eighth line alternates: you bet! forget, don't fret.
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What if
I was to say
Lucky are they
who know both
dark and good
and choose good
because they shall obtain
true power
what if ... ? :)
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i'd say you haven't seen enough of how dark the good can be

Many rivers have I crossed to find you
But, i must pause... and use my paper bag to huff some glue
And refreshed, I take in the warm glow of Spring
As i pull down my now wet pants and dry myself off unclean
Hark! Out of yonder thicket now arises a clammor
A whaling, club-handed feller carrying a voice and a jammer
He stands in the way of me and my own true love
I pull out of my nap-sack some jelly-grease and a furry glove
And he makes his retort with a snarl, and hunkers down
As I rear up to him and giggle like a deranged clown
The clouds passing o'er like swans on a lake, grow dark
And my eyes grow watery and soft and gain a dull spark
And the game is over. The man falls to the earth and is spent
His body is limp and full as it lies next to the stump and bent
So I trod on to find you, my love, across pastures and plains
Through thickets and towns, cities and weather full of rains
My pants are now many miles behind me and decaying
The furry glove is no longer of use and i preached the precher some praying
And I think I'll forget my love and lay here and die.

Pardon me

Is he really a one armed
blind man
or is he really a shot at
the top
or is he really the best of
the rest
Is he really one of the top
two
Is he really married to
her
Is he really
What was she thinking
What can we do
is it really to late
If you have ever wondered why a woman, or man would stay with an absusive spouse you need no longer wonder. If you ain't been PHUCKED by the price of gass you surely will get it in the BUTT come November. We have only ourselves to blame.
John MaCain Obama whatever
God help me..........
jd
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why there isn't rioting in the streets by now, i'll never know. it's within our power to change things-- just think if americans followed a 'buy no gas' day or 'no driving' day, what kind of message that might send. how about a 'buy no gas' week? even just in urban areas?

amber

OL DO DA DAY
said the man in line for gas after he heard rationing starts today

Well I wanted to dance
there were fish upon the shore
well I wanted to dance
the trees were growing no more
well I wanted to dance
all the little puppies had died
Well I wanted to dance
WEll I wanted to dance
WEll I Wanted To Dance
insread I just cried
Will you join me in song
come on lets all sing along
money once in the bank
now its all gone
Pension was all in place
simply live out the years
So long simple life
I Got no time for tears
So lets all sing along
lets shout to the sky
You know when times are bad
you WON'T surely die.
Well I wanted to dance
I think that I will
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ol do da day.
jd