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Ode to a smelly man

Sweeny Smith, and Dizzy May.

Lauren County grand motel
It’s a weird old place to be
I used to go there quite a lot
It really pleasured me
To know that nothing’s what it seems
It’s a scary kind of place
Where one meets the dregs of life
And none there have much grace.

There’s Sweeny smith, he’s big and strong
And he’s a scary guy
He really doesn’t like the world
And no one knows quite why
They Say his father dropped him when
He was a tiny lad
And now the man is not himself
Most people think he’s mad.

Now Sweeny, he is quite a man
But he hasn’t learned a lot
But most they can put up with him
Though one thing he is not
He’s not the cleanest of the men
Who live at that Motel
And though folk try to like the man
They hate old Sweeny’s smell.

One day the others got old Sweeny
And put him in a tub
They got a great big scrubbing brush
And gave him such a scrub
Now Sweeny did not like this much
And he caused such a stir
With people flying round the room
Such a frenzy did occur.

Then Dizzy May came on the scene
And Sweeny loved her so
He wanted her to stay with him
He would not let her go
Old Dizzy, She quite liked the man
But she didn’t like his smell
So she came up with a little plan
And she did Sweeny tell

‘Now look here Sweeny, here’s the deal
If you really love me so
Then you must take a bath each day
Or out the door you’ll go‘.
Now Sweeny didn’t like that much
But he loved old Dizzy may
And so he told her lovingly
‘I’ll take a bath each day‘.

And now the people look at Sweeny
With a different kind of air
Cause when he’s with his Dizzy May
You can smell them everywhere
But it is such a lovely smell
Of the sweetest kind of flowers
And now When Sweeny walks on past
There’s none that from him cower.

18 June 2013 @ 1635hrs.


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i smoke

I smoke this cigarette
One puff at a time
I smoke this cigarette 
And wonder why I’m dying
My teeth are yellow 
My lungs are black
All I do is hack and hack
My hair smells bad
My clothes stink too
Is that why you don’t want me next to you
I can’t walk up the steps 
With out running out of breath
My chest feel tight 
Its hard to sleep at night
I spend all my money
I could buy other thing
Hell with all I spend 
I could buy diamond rings
For you or my kids that I’m going to leave behind
I can’t believe I don’t care that I’m dying


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A New Life

With birth is a new beginning, 
A destination to a new journey ahead 
From a child grown into maturity 
With youth to age 
From innocent to awareness 
And ignorance to just knowing, 
Perhaps to wisdom 
From the weakness to the strength 
Health to sickness 
We pray to good health again 
A path each of us follow 
With dreams of success in our lives 
To being happy with bliss and love our selfs 
And one another 
We could have a life filled with loves joy 
To treasure always forever 
A new life miracle is born into that 
First new life of natures blessings 
Never take anything for granted 
For this new life is a gift from the heavens 
To always cherish forever and each is unique 

By Brian otoole


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Baked Apple Pie (ABC)

Apples baked
Create delicious
Edible food,
Gracious heaven
Intervenes joy,
Knowing luscious
Moistness,
Never overpowering,
Plain quenching
Richness,
Surrendering to
Undeniable visions,
While Xeroxing,
Youthful zeal


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AlphaBet Constructs 3 2 1

Alphabet Constructs 3 2 1

Annotated Achilles amends fallen frame amputees

Bulimec Barbies browse media monkey banalaties

Cameo clouds cling to beaded breath curios

Dopamine dreams dilenate check cash desires

Echo endorfins eulogize bullet brain excrement

Fecal folly fantasies reveal relevant frivoloties

Gonadial grownups gulp secret scrotal generosities

Helical hemorriods hinder senior stricken hemocraps

Idiotic ideals idioiosyncrate post partem iconoclasts

Jack Jill juxtapositories seek sexestential jouveniers

Kryptic killer kisses ascot arrogant kingdumbs

Liquid lipid loiners fear frontline lucklullibies

Malovent mommies masterbate rich reflective mommocules

Nevertheless nightengales nourich ruby rich noonbeams

Ovulatory occults outsource torrent tofu outrages

Pensive picses picnics lovelorny passions 

Queer quiet quintensials release rancid quotients

Rape ripe residuals nullify nimble reprocussions

Silky seafoam silohouttes fornicate frothy sandlets

Tepid torch trilogies belie beligerent tourniquets

Useless utterences utilize organize orgasmic utopias

Venimous vixens violate cruel.com visions

White willow wombs softly seed hospice hell winds

XY XX xfactors envision extracurricular xraydoms

Yearning yoyo yesterdays calculate clearcovert yeilds

Zen zealous zions mirror maginfy Zoneotones 


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Sick

Pain pain go away,
You little b!tch you cannot stay.
I want you gone, Far from me
F*ck off now, and leave me be.
sick of doctors, sick of stress,
Sick n' tired of takin meds.
I want to know what's wrong with me,
A want to be "normal", cant you see?
It wont happen this I know,
With my bloodline,.... it goes to show....


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Treasures of your soul


Life is Harsh, Life is good
Only the few of the proud 
Those men that stand for a great nation
Their life at the stake
So rough and sharp
Every day is another challenge 
For them and for all
Freedom we all hope
But sometimes feel lost
Never give up that spark 
Hope don’t give it up for a price 
And when I see these great men and woman
Risk their life for a single child lost
With guns all around and wars of hate
I feel blessed as my country truly stands brave
A child is a gift of new life and hope
As I see the children in their arms saved at last
Only then will I ever know true courage
This is a path we should always cherish and follow
When the flame burns out nothing is left but stay strong
So please don’t shed a tear I am right here
By your side always and forever  
Our country stands not alone, but as one
Heart filled with love

08-05-13


Poem for Treasures of Your soul contest
for Gail 




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I'm as young as I feel

I'M AS YOUNG AS I FEEL
I'M NOT GETTING OLD. I'M AS YOUNG AS CAN BE.
THERE'S NOTHING AT ALL THE MATER WIT ME.
MY HAIR IS NOT GRAY. THERE'S A SILVERY SHINE.
MY BACK IS NOT BENT I'VE A FANCY SHAPED SPINE.
WHEN I BREATHE, I DO NOT HAVE A WHEEZE.
I HAVE FUNNY SHAPED LEGS, BUT NOT BANDY KNEES.
MY TEETH ARE NOT GONE BECAUSE THE WERE OLD.
I EAT TOO MANY SWEETS, OR SO I'VE BEEN TOLD.
THESE HEARING AIDS, NOT FOR DEAFNESS, I'M SURE.
THEY SAY THAT PREVENTION IS BETTER THAN CURE.
I'M NOT GETTING SLOWER. I JUST TAKE MY TIME,
THE COLD DOESN'T GET ME. I ALWAYS FEEL FINE.
I DON'T HUFF AND PUFF MY WAY BACK FROM THE SHOP.
I DON'T GET TIRED AND DON'T HAVE TO STOP
YES, MY HAIR IS A LITTLE BIT LIGHT.
IT MUST HAVE BEEN THE SHAMPOO I WAS USING LAST NIGHT.
MY PULSE IS NOT DIM, IT'S JUST HARD TO FIND.
MY BONES ARE NOT BRITTLE, THERE ONE OF A KIND.
THESE ARE NOT WRINKLES, JUST MATURE SKIN.
I AM VERY WELL PROUD OF THE SHAPE I AM IN.
I'M AS FIT AS A FIDDLE, A SPRING CHICKEN STILL.
I AM NOWHERE NEAR OR OVER THE HILL.
THE GOLDEN AGE IS A LONG WAY AWAY.
UNTIL I AM READY, THATS WHERE IT CAN STAY.

BY SHIRLEY MOODY...


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What am I

Preposterous
Angry
Rabid
Antisocial
Neurotic
Overly suspicious
Irrational
Deranged


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Dear Lord (by kimmy holmes my daughter)

Dear Lord 
please receive me
i've been stumblin around
deceivin me
i wan't heaven now
how do I get that?
do I stop eatin meat
stop being me
How do I get to Heaven?
I NEEDS my mama
I need my Sons
My SUNS
I'm lyin
dyin
before everyones eyes


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How I Feel

The way i feel is weird 
I feel death coming very near 
I feel this dark feeling 
I think i stop breathing 
When I cry it rains blood 
But my pain feels like mud 
I feel sad 
But at the same time I feel mad 
I don't know what to do 
I feel like a foo 
i feel black
I think i stared bleeding from my back 
I feel dead 
I just want to get blast in the head 
The way i really feel is emo 
And my emotions won't help it


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Nothing Really Matters

when rob stepped out of the courthouse,with charges for posession
he thought "it could be worse,it could have been for weapons"
and then he thought..."nothing really matters anyway"
when liz stepped of of the rehab,with a new outlook on life
she felt all those same feelings of hurt, pain, and strife
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when luke picked up his young son from daycare,and knew he had an hour
he thought back to the time he WOULD have stopped to grab his now EX-wife some flowers
and then he thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when lisa lifted up her body with nothing but her arms,and looked down at her legs
she wondered why the heck they were even THERE anyway..what for?
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
all four people that same night,all in their own homes
picked up a remote,turned on the news and watched it come to blows
one man had done 25 years in jail,for something he had not really done
one woman lost the battle to addiction,one she thought she'd already won
one boy got hit by a car on his bike,he just only 5 his parents,divorced
one man lost his arms and legs while over fighting the war
four different people,four different lives,four different struggles,all about to cry
four different souls,four different heart,four different minds,all to have a fresh start
why does it take a reality check to pull us into gear?
why is it that reality sometimes must be our greatest fear?
the next time you think you're the only one who hurts and has plight
the next time you feel you're all alone,the only one who cries at night
try and remember,try not to forget,that you are never alone
whether you're telling your mom and dad your gay to the face or over the phone
whether your wife divorced you,your husband's a dog,or your kids have NO respect
you are human,deserve more,and you're not alone,cause' there is someone right next....
to you!!! nothing really matters. until you realize...nothing really matters.


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when a woman leaves a girl

after all,a woman's mistakes are different from a girl's
they are etched by fire on stone
they are in fact considered traits, not just errors
and now you're so alone
when you were 14 they all said how much potential you had
now you hit 19 or 20, and you're just considered bad
if you were a troubled kid, things were different than most for you
and i don't mean GETTING in trouble,although for some,it's that too
but depression is so very real,they just have no idea
and looking in the mirror to feel,you must skip your next meal
you are never good enough,and always fall just short of pretty
although you are considered smart and extremley funny and witty
they way that you percieve yourself,is different than what others see
at least that's what i have been told,do you agree with me?
but why is it that when your younger,people just want to help
but once you reach 19 or 20,your just dealt the cards your dealt
i don't feel any different inside,i can tell you that for certian
the older i get,the less they care,i hide behind a curtain
i'm still a kid at 21,at 22 as well..
im still a child in alot of ways,living in an emotional hell
where did all the helping hands go,the ones that were there before
i blame myself for not taking that help and will forever more
because now apparently,it's too late,nobody cares about me
i am not a cute little girl,just a woman who needs to be free
i ask of you,human to human,the next time you want to judge
pray for patience if you need to,ask for help from above
but something tells me im not alone,there are others who experienced this
there are others out there that need help so badly,please don't miss
don't miss their smiles,that are still so young,even though they look so grown
at 21 we are not adults,and pretending we are makes us feel alone
maybe i AM alone in this feeling,i have no idea
but what i do know,for sure i feel...this is very real.


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Migraine Prison

What once was Golden inside and out. Now stops my progression, within me I shout. Everyday gets harder especially the start. Just to be normal...with good health I can’t part. A mystery prison has all specialists confounded. Whilst I wait, in my mind and body I am bounded...


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at my point of delusion

At my point of delusion
When it seems all gone
All my fears wash away
Into the torrent of the ocean
I feel at peace
For the first time
I am who I want to be
I am where I am born to be

I fear my dreams
And wish my illusions were real
And in my evasive world 
Reality is my nightmare
A sentence to death be damned
I will struggle to make this my truth

I have but one regret
That my family suffers for my retreat
Hauling away day by day
But who will revive it
I see their rage over my disorder
T’was love that set me apart
And pulled me from reality


But for their sake
I must return back to the world I once knew
I must fight this virus 
That disturbs my mind I must return to you my lovers


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school

school  can  be  boring or  fun.most  kids  don't  like  school.but  some   kids 
do.you  may  get  frustrayted  or  even  sad  and  get mad.one  day you will  get  
it.so  never  give  up  and  always  go to  school. Me i love to go to school! Everybody should 
have fun and enjoy school because there's lots to learn about and have a great education!!


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best friend

there  here  till  the  end  and  when  you  need a   helping  hand  they   are  most 
likely   to   help.they   will   always  be  there  when  your  sad  or  happy  or  
maybe  even  angry and  scared.


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Where in the world are you

     My world ia located in a small, georgia town
where I was raised as a child.
My parents still live right up the road,
Not more than a country mile!

     My life has had its share of ups and downs
I have had extensive health prolems for the past ten years.
But, I have learned to face the bad times
I have learned to conquer my fears!

     I have , with help, become a brave person
I no longer run to the closet and hide
I face these monsters, look them straight in the eye,
And take what is dealt me with pride!

     So, this girl may live in a small, georgia town
And my health may not be the best in the world
But, if you ever want to see where I live,
Just come to Georgia and look up this good ole country girl


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mother

she  is  the  best.they  can  get  angrey.but  she  always  will  be their  for 
you.when  you  have  a   have  a  problem she  will always  help.thats  what  
mothers  are  for


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names

everyone  has  one.they   can  be  old  names.they can  be  different  names.they  
can  be  celebrity names.they can be  silly  names!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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the anchor

when someone says you need to forgive someone for something
that does not mean you are saying what they did was okay
when they tell you to just let it go,unhook the anchor...
they mean for you,not for them,see a better day
you are giving someone power,when you let them affect your life to that extent
so forgive someone for YOUR own sake,actually DOES make sense
you hear alot of cliche' things,especially growing up like i did
but at the end of the day,i refuse to let them be that big
the creepy man that scarred you for life,or maybe an abusive husband
the girl that plays mindgames with the good man that's in love with her
that mother who let the stepfather abuse you cause' she "loved him"
or the father that drank and said nothing but "okay" and "sure"
no matter what your situation,you must forgive them promptly
you must forgive them for you,not for them,this doesn't mean it wont be rocky
it's hard to forgive, but its even harder to forget
but if you hold onto these grudges you will regret
you will become a bitter human being,with tons of exhausting baggage
thinking about these things and re-feeling them will run you ragged
trust me,i've lived it
im trying to fix it
im not perfect,im only human
but im trying at least,to remove it
let it go.
unhook the anchor.
let it go.
unhook it from your ankle.


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friend add brother

soulfull

nuf

to 


matter


breathing



rugged
cliffs
or
friendly tigers

train is juxtaposition

refined, through filters, the web
provides...


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friend add brother

Friend add brother


soulfull

nuf

to 


matter


breathing



rugged
cliffs
or
friendly tigers

train is juxtaposition

refined, through filters, the web
provides...


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broken promises

you   said  you  were  gonna  take  me   to  the  movie's 
you  said  you were   gonna   take  me out  for  dinner
you    said you  were  gonna  take  me  to  the  mall
but   you     broke  your  word.


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Vocabulary

                All I’d like to say is 
	Being me like being you isn’t easy
	Crying, caring on, calling on 
	Dog on near anybody
	Easily, evil or equally
	Far out of  me
	Gassed, as I am
	Halt! Who are you?
	“I’m daughter of eve, and you are a mere 	
	Jester of leave, so
	Kindly remove your hand from my sleeve”
	Lovely
	My being me like you is fascinating
	Not so 
	Obvious or
	Particularly quiet
	Quick 
	Rational ?
	Suuuuuurre
	Time will tell if 
	Under a 
	Valiant
	War you will 
	X-ray
	Your life of mine, after 
	Zen will come bursting in


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thank you

thank you  for the  nice things you  say   about  me.
thank you  for the  nice thing's you  bought  me
thank you  for  doing  good  things  with  me.
thank you  for  helping me when i   needed  a  helping  hand.
now  what's  all  left  to  say  is...................................
thank  you  thank  you  thank  you  thank you


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fortune seekers

leans against the pllow in pain,  pains of cultivated years wastes in vain, going to bed with everthing in trousers, not any man but those in executive trousers, that posh car ride. now posh aids ride, waiting for death to come. and death too waits for to come. years of hard work in undergraduate days, ready to compensate good coming days. now the cloud is dark. for unstoppable tears to embark, on the journey of eyelash wetting.


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THE MAGIC OF SLEEP



Sleep makes us happier, healthier and sexier
Though millions of Americans suffer without.
24 –7 = TV, sports, video games and deadlines
Make us wonder what life is about.

Cigarettes, booze, coffee and the new born
Can all rob you of  precious sleep.
Being broken hearted over someone lost
As you lie without them and weep.

Multitudes pop the little green butterfly
Or some other pill to obtain precious rest.
Making time for prayer, love, laughter and song
Improve our sleep to endure God’s test .

While sleeping we dream of now and here after
The good, the bad and who we wish not to be.
Passing our burdens to the hands of God
Who fashioned all we hear, breath and see.

The magic of sleep sustains the heart beats of life
Our ability to reason, overcome and succeed.
Without its presence, we wither on the vine
Victims of exhaustion, worry and greed.


By Tom Zart



 


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Mr. Baskin

He's there, wheelchair
Hair combed, skin sweet
Like he's goin to church
But came to see me
And his woman, so dear
Always so near
I have moments I could fall 
Against this proud man 
But sturdy, trustworthy
Instead my hand


Kim Holmes, Nurse






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new baby

this is a true story just so everyone knows hes my nephew from doris.



           he was born in saint joe's hospital.
             he was born at 2:10 am.
           born march 25 2008 wich seems to be the day im writing this poem.
          he weighs 8 pounds and 1 ounce.
         he is very cute.
        he's got some big feet but his feet are cute.
         he is doris lee's nephew.



i wrote this poem becaouse i just went to see him just got home an hour ago so i 
thought i would right a poem about him becouse im onley nine and he's my 
nephew i just love him so much i would write in this poem his name but i dont 
really no how becouse his name has different ways to spelling his name.


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AMY ANDERSON + YOHAN...

she woudn't listen to me she woudn't at all she said it was his fault, but he took 
the fall, it wasent him it was me she wont listen to me you see,i,ve tryed 
everything i,ve tryed them all i even tryed to smash my head into a wall.She wont 
listen she wont at all i wil never get her to listen to me ,only to the man who took 
the fall.
i,ve tryed my best she woudn't listen now shes makeing me listen, shes says its 
him i did nothing she sayed it was he who was lusting.if she would listen i would 
tell her to, but she wont listen so i am through.i wil try to forget i wil try to not regret 
she still rights poems of this loss i can't stoper for i am not the boss.
im afraid if she doesn't listen
she wil get in trouble and wined up in abysin.so this is my poem about her i wil 
not forget not once indeed.for it is my fault that i took her man indeed.


               ~~^>{CARLIE BLACK}<^~~


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THINGS NOT EQUAL

THINGS NOT EQUAL

There are those who reach an age past  100,
while some never chanced to live.
There are those who share their blessings,
while some choose not to give.

There are those who have never gone hungry,
while some never survive.
There are those who find fame and fortune, 
while some dreams shatter and die.

There are those who are rich and famous,
while some are poor and alone,
There are those with power and possessions,
while some are without a home.

There are those who are happy and healthy,
While some are sick and depressed.
There are those who believe life is the end,
while some say:  “it was just a test!”

By Milton Lopez Delgado
December 4, 2011


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life

Spina Bifida. 
Stares from Random people, 
People I dont know, 
Spina Bifida. 
Scary doctors visits, 
All the news, 
Wheelchairs and people asking "why are you in one of those?" 
Spina Bifida.
 People taking the handicap spots, 
Not being able to walk. 
These are the reasons why,
 I hate having spina bifida.


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Your Name

I wrote your name in the sky,
but the wind blew it away.I wrote your name in the sand,
but the waves washed away.
I wrote your name in my heart, 
and forever it will stay.


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Me..

Im just a person that is full of lots dreams,and likes to make the world a better 
place.I alway think of others be for myself. I have one sister and one brother, and 
parents that care. But i believe in me, that i have a talent that i can't find, that's why
im having a hard time fiding a carrer, but i will keep trying.

me and my family has been reting sice i was 7 years old. But when i was born i 
had a long peace of hair grown from my spine and my dad caught it from birth.so 
when i was 7 i have to have four back surgys and i was in a weel chear for one 
mounth.So i had to get a steel rod up my back. So i miss out in sports and all the 
other things that people can do that i can't.I thank my dad every day for what he did
what will i do with out my parents i will be lost.

But me i feel sore everyday but i am so happy that im not in a weel chear.Im in 
tears every day that i might have to go for another surgy,if i do im not, because 
that was the most pain i when"t thro.

But life goes on and i keep living my life as the days go on and on. Lots of people 
feel sorry for me and i say do't im still walking and i say it's a gift from GOD..


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Fear

I have forever thought about death
Living my life was such a threat
so when I decided to write this poem
I thought long and hard about what could go wrong
the way people interpret things
Makes the poetic thought not want to sing
still I write My thoughts all down on paper
wonder "Will it draper?"
over their Naive eyes
Will they see it, probably not, they're too demised
They will see me wanting nothing
hiding from this world of something
OPPERTUNITY is NOT seize the day
CARPE DIEM thats what they say
the only seizing that I'll do
is when my body goes "Achoo!"
And my body drops hard to the floor
like some battering ram knocking down a door
then to the hospital they will take me
and UP the dosage all the way, SEE?
to make things worse they'll find something new
like what was once juvenile is becoming prgressive too
then people will treat me nicer
because I have problems to decipher
about this wretched little life I live
so, now, I say it again
I have forever thought about death
living MY life is suchs a threat
to all who know me one wrong touch
and THEIR lives will turn to dust
because they found me in my bed
they found me lying here, DEAD!


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Eating (

You've got the face of a pepperoni pizza and the body of a mason jar
You use your body as a storage unit for Hot Pockets, Doritos and fudge bars
Ben and Jerry's Chunky Monkey
You are the king or queen of the junk food junkies
Peanut butter toast with Hershey's Chocolate Syrup
But the chocolate milk shake always comes first
You get your breakfast directly from the king
Dessert is always the queen
Appetizers are pizza rolls
Followed by the doughnut holes
The doughnuts themselves you will have later
While in the parking garage elevator
For dinner, no surprise, it's Taco Bell
Still hungry? Well have three ice cream sandwiches with Magic Shell
At midnight, it's time for bed
A movie comes on, so you have a soda and chips instead
At 4am you want to get some rest
Not before your omelette with Egg Land's Best
Your grocery bill has become a car note
You curse the cost of food, with a mouth full of a Banana Boat
I don't know how you do it, as you strut through town
I wish I could freely and not worry about my pounds
Some say it's aggression, others say depression
Well something has made your appetite enter the fourth dimension


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Flowers.....

I love flowers
breath of air
sweet
no bees in sight
all air around
fushia in color...


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I'm your nurse

I am your nurse
I like Southpark
I am a closet Southpark liker
I like a $400 bank overdraft protection
especially during this recession that does not exist
I  wonder if can live without tangerines and chapstick
I like Vets
I like to hear what they say
I am comforted by the comfort I give
I am tender, business like, funny, professional, apologetic
I am lucky to be a nurse








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Dozens of Flowers...

I dreamt...
I was covered...
Roses...
Daisies...
Chrystals...
Good vibes...
I dreamt
of dreams..
and wishes.......


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Angel......

Angels
all around
skies
open and blue
rainbows like wishes
open and blue
angels
all around
like wishes
open and blue.....


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ON BURNING COALS

Loneliness of non-being and,
reality, fill up the vessel. 
I search for the eloquence while, 
emptiness will be my forte. 
Countless words are crossing 
like a promise in milk-white days 
I gather sunlight through grass leaves.

Life had been full of shadows, 
lengthening, penetrating 
the tapestry of love. 
The descent was steep. 
Coming home I found 
no humming words. 
Sitting in dark 
I wait for shooting stars.

Measuring the blood, drawn from our hurts
was a royal reward 
for your fingers. 
You are allowed to compare blood 
with brown coffee. 
Sand in our eyes, 
we walked bare-foot 
on burning coals.


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PASSION IS A HURRICANE

Ending of the thought
does not bring a lull.
It is a sequel beyond 
my reach. An old extrication,
I dig for my roots. 
The forgotten names, 
the unhealing wounds of a doctrine,
a tiny memory of pulsating embryo,
not yet born !

Fear generates a kill. Ferocious movement 
inside the cells slowly,
you become zero without a center.
The tangent skips 
on your surface. Claustrophobia. 
You start breaking the walls.
Fighting anxiety & shame 
a timeless timber without a foliage.

My ignition point is hurt in
the new culture of game.
How we approach the road, 
which smells the death, 
blood or smoke? 
The passion is a hurricane. 
Uproots all the bones, 
shatters all the roots. 
A glory reckons after a while, 
for the election of sorrow.



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A Girl Named Puddin' (

She is round and short, but very sweet
This is not the kind of girl for bare cupboards, she loves to eat
If you invite her to dinner,  please be advised
She will want her second helpings twice
So budget your food bill considering her invitation
You will be cooking all night, so the next day for work, ask for vacation
If she comes in the kitchen, she will insist on fresh and hot cookin'
At 5ft 2, eyes of blue and 275, she is called Puddin'
She says she entered a non-televised world wide event, hotdog eating contest 
against Kobyashi and won
It was rigged so he was handed the prize, a lot of favoritism from the judges who 
all are from the land of the rising sun
Her toaster pastries must be Pop Tarts
On a flight she pays for an aisle and her own dinner cart
She demands that her food be cooked with utensils that are wooden
She is a wondrous creature and her name is Puddin'
The doctor tells her she must cut back on her intake or suffer a heart attack or a 
stroke
She no longer drinks regular soda, it is now  all the dollar menu items and a Diet 
Coke
The last time I heard about her and her whereabouts
She lives above a seafood eatery and lives on oysters, refried beans and dishes 
that complement Trout
So I say good luck on your endeavors, if you ever see her, I hope you wouldn't
She is always ready to eat, may we bless that girl named Puddin'


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SMILE BECOMING LARGER

Being was my forte, 
where the words speak no more
a lifetime of black stillness, 
the sunflowers sleeping. 
The controller and the enquiry
freeze the ozone. 
I repent again for all the sins of eloquence,
the rustling of leaves.

Take care of mood, 
hoarseness and slippery speech
there is no room for pain. 
A whole tribe of thoughts
scatters the lines to avoid
becoming, featureless and nameless.
Boulders are falling on feathers.
I am leaning towards eerie winds.

The other side of the door 
was misty. The kiss of fire.
Mind wanders aimlessly. 
The destiny breaks the steps 
of sleepwalkers. They are falling in dark,
towards dark. A moon rides the clouds,
its smile becoming larger & larger.



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letter to Dr. K

YOU dressed me down today
for interupting your conversation
said I was unprofessional
Don't you get, I care bout the patient?
How DARE you speak to me like YOU DO
Your education does not negate the fact
You can't talk to people, the way YOU DO
in fact, you can kiss my ass
I appreciate stuff the stuff you done
Stuff that should have been done anyway
we give you alot, more than our families
recognize that
I quit





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CROSSING THE SEA

Till the end story
hope was not visible
to others.

Lie neutral truth
and road side innocence
died under the sun.

End in view was shifting
from error to error.
Statements squeezed between departures.

Steaming cup of patience
dazzled the penniless.
I was sick of hypocrisy.

At the end of my forest
dawn of my child
was peeling a rainbow.

Pedlars of worn out boats
were standing at the shores.
Two little feet were crossing the sea. 



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EPILEPTIC TRUTH

When I touched your pshyche, 
my completeness wavered.
In the empty words 
and hollow thoughts. 
The road to my dream house burned. 
I longed to meet my flame. 

You were listening to declaration of truth.
It was a refuge,
there was no evidence
of any movement of humanity.
My soft mind took the imprint
of golden spaces between
the dark alleys of earth. 
The skeletons of history remained unclaimed.

Remembering your trust
My attachment floats. Anxiety
of seeking. The dust smears 
the face of epileptic truth. 
The clogged arteries of mundane heart twitch.
There wasn’t room for sentiments.
Moment to moment I travelled 
to break the silence in vain.


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Low Carb Diet

It starts out with a goal,
But the foods you choose don't make you full,
So ask Atkins what to do,
This diet fad takes a lot of getting used to,
You lose the first ten with ease,
You celebrate with a cheeseburger minus the bun and cheese,
Now it's all down hill from here,
You have read too much into your diet and now it's not so clear


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IMMOVABLE

Unfolding the dark night, 
quarter moon shrinks
The bitterness of the day,
cave weird taste,
burning the tongue. 
You didn’t want to live, 
anymore. Roots lopsided,
starved. Age, language slashed, 
mist rising. Names in the dust.

The ending was not there
sorrow burnt like candle
burning the meaningless words, 
dreams, I hear the silent whispers
of wounds of faltering steps, 
doubting the pain. Beyond 
the age tales were endless. 
Watching  became a problem.

Nothing could be redeemed 
by choice. I wanted
endless journey to find 
the windows. long steps 
towards immovable cliffs, 
my own version of anonymity
and grace. Because glorification 
has started the fear, 
the escape and suffering.


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BURNT TASTE

A cyan globe
rolling in the black sky.
I was visualizing
an earthset
on the horizon.

Lianas
threw a noose
around my neck.
Did I 
start the fires?

My dissent
was of any relevance?
Who was standing
on the moon?

Self-centered was your vision
I was trying
to turn the tide.

So much bragging
could not go well with me.
The tongue had the burnt taste.

 
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Tesha

Tesha could run tesha could jump tesha could hurt herself and not have one bump tesha 
could move tesha could hoppraactice would be over and tesha would not stop tesha was the 
best the best of them all tesha could trip but never fall tesha was fast tesha wasn't 
slow tesha was leading a life she didn't know tesha was smart tesha was not dumb tesha 
was going to college cause tesha could run tesha had a love tesha had a life tesha was 
special but she had to pay the price tesha was the best the best of them all nothing 
could stop tesha but aids made her fall tesha was fast tesha wasn't slow tesha had aids 
and she didn't even know


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MUD PATH

Non-eye vision penetrates. 
The silent song trembles
I weave a pattern 
to resolve the crisis
the escape to white
space was useless. 
The ending of sorrow 
was a movement on circuit 
the center has started vanishing.

Thinking was preventing
the completeness of self.
A single flower is answer of nature.
The echo of pulsating memories.
the landscape is full of quotations. 
No one reads. Denials 
and evasions want more attention.

A new road enters the body
on the edge of a prayer
infinitely small, a handful of vowels
sailing in my mind,
give powerful eyes to faith.
The abstracted meaning
leaves a sweet taste in mouth. 
I lay out a mud path for the reader.


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GREEN VISION

In a starry night
an adolescent thought starts
a rivalry. A baby moon squirms.
No hour was safe from terror in dark.
I climb the stairs breathlessly.

The great divide deepens in hearts.
Incisors bite the tongue,
grey cells bleed inside.
Thick ash has not stopped the cinders
smouldering under the veils of flushed peace.
Cupped tears wash the feet of death,
a caravan of words moves desolated,
cutting on the edges, before you say
goodbye to green vision.

Today I am pulling out the nails
from the walls. No hangings of departed centuries.
No portraits of exiled flames.
Only the face of truth, burning
at the interface of unthruths.



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BECOMING NOBODY

In search of a missing clock
he went to the city of a fake encounter.
It was irrelevant to find
the lost tunnel.

There was no street without a rustle.
The sap of tall trees had bloomed
into jaws of death.
He stepped on a land mine
and blew himself
to reach the truth.

And his gift was an
apostate of me.
The tenth day moon will
celebrate my becoming nobody.

The rivals will have
a field day
dancing on my shroud.


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ON THE JAGGED STONES

Leaving the faint traces,
of some diluted thoughts
You empty yourself completely.
Poverty and shame without an arithmetic, 
is the poetry of life. 
Using the body instead of words. 
Always needing currency,
to open the doors of clarity.

Naked without skin,
we survive on crumbs of charity.
Lending our organs to develop,
an order of mortality. 
I refuse to taste the bitterness, 
preserve my sanctity, 
go for another version of god, 
thinking, how to think.

For the inward freedom,
I forsake safety pins,
walking, bleeding on the jagged stones. 
Pain of realization is deeper,
than the hurt. 
Cry silently in the veins 
pure resistance will not  work now. 
I will try the fiction path.


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SUNRISE

The decline was steep. 
Somewhere the clouds burst in tears.
Sitting on the flat prejudice
we weaved a gift of poison for everyone. 
It did not stain our shirts. 
The big fat people moved about 
with great confidence to change the world. 
I suffered inwardly.

Perhaps the greed drank
from our passions.
A spectre of hounding.
Which never  stopped.
My parents knew better, 
always talked of comportment.
Like our love for neighbours. 
The turmoil drifted now in our hearts.

A self-potrait became
the vehicle of death
I visited myself, 
to wind up the matters of concern. 
The graffiti on the abandoned 
walls of memories erased 
time, altered the wounds, 
and trembling shadows. 
Sunrise will provide me a lesson.



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TARANTULA

Do you need a sanitizer for contaminated hands ?
They were busy in illustrating the ugly contours
of life.
Up and down you were out of joint,
and your feet were not fastened to the ground.

Untainted a shrill voice prepares to rise
from the sullen men
huddled on the floor,
for the sad demise of a grand master.
The green truth was nowhere to be seen.

People are getting down for a feast
to invoke peace for the departed soul.

I am miserable,
cannot blast the fake ceremony.
Year after year the doomed city performs a ritual
for the coronation of a new king.

The sky is divided by domes, towers, minarets
and tall turrets.
cannot  see the moon clearly at night

I reject the old abstractions
draw the ink from the blood
and paint a tarantula.


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ENDING OF TIME?

The identity moves ahead
of the shadow of truth
I search for the absolute 
in vain. Can I remove the emptiness  
and talk to myself ?
The core feeling is same.
We flow in our own separateness.
I want to outlive my brethren
and eat my death alone.

Mindful I watch the kernel,
swaying tree is silent
I am here due to a fault in the genes. 
Grief is not my skull house. 
Each night I sleep with dry lips
dreaming a lake.
My pillow floats like a chopped moon.

Silence of anonymity
in  the heart of a storm.
It is a curious apparition.
The vibrations of distant whispers 
fill up the lungs, 
ripping apart the veins.
My inside blood utters 
a shrill sob.Where to go?
We cannot return back. Ending of time?



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FORGOTTEN HILLS

Again I was giving chase
to a mirage.
Wiping off the transient thoughts
oozing from every orifice,
I will sell my dreams today.
Limb by limb,
the naked and brute will buy 
the bonanza.

For a lost scent
I wandered from moon to moon
flitting past the sky of doves,
and the lonely winds
of crowded griefs.
The trampled earth
will not soak the joy of burning sun.
The tree and the flowers,
and the seeds falling in a heap
went unnoticed.

Now I will go in the forgotten hills
through mist and rains.
Give me some more pain,
it makes me move faster. 


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FULL STOP

I allowed you to tread on me unflinchingly.
My mind on pause,
ungrieved you turn back the clock.
Enough to stun the century,
I take cognisance of divine’s club foot.

I did not believe in self-pity
but I was racing against time
to avoid a jealous path running with me.
Yet I was sleeping on bushes of estranged thorns
without locking my golden age.

Tulips are no more my favourites.
You have to dig deep to plant the bulbs
and wait. When death opens the door for me,
I wanted to be free from any commitment
and ready to walk in, like a foot soldier.

This cosmos is mine, body is for you.
It no more obeys my command.
No more commas are needed,
a final full stop will do.
I am returning back to my home.




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INCONTINENCE

Let me change the contours of life,
polluted mind-set. 
Spider webs have 
elective sites of emotions. 
I want to open a new range, 
to locate the corrupt moments. 
Turn over your face, 
let me find the scars.

The soaring pinnacle, 
fatherless fame, were declining. 
The rot was setting on
the fresco of the wall. 
Aspiring for god-head 
they have choked the fluiting. 
Hands and eyes are cadaverous, 
unmoving. Sun is burning very hot.

Not tomorrow, 
today we have to bid farewell
to neutral day. 
Life will not spare the casting. 
Too much mist 
has settled on the eyes, 
raining madness on the road. 
Month and years 
are giving incontinence.


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MOTHER'S DAY

A heap of voices hails you, when you stop
in the tract. 
The silence migrates to new depths 
where silhouettes are created,
on the veil of solitude. 
It was the flame of pride.
Only there was being, 
Of non – being.

A load is lifted. a tender death smiles
I walk in the deep woods,
to collect my mother’s ashes. 
She had a scented presence in the sunset.
I will weave a pattern,
of shooting stars in the black sky.

I may not go back 
to the epitaph, for a goddess of first
and last war with my conscience. 
The full text of infinite pain,
will remain a secret. 
I never wanted to remain blameless. 
The sneaking time will tell the truth.


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WAKES THE BLOOD

Walking  alone in 
the dishevelled inner space
I find peace in my failure, 
an innocent patch of a silent hurt. 
The futility of hollow beliefs 
crawls like a spent thunder. 
Truth remains unborn.

I cross a bridge where eterniry begins. 
The freaks chase the shadow for a while, 
the idea so excruciating 
they melt in conspiracy of silence.

In oneness and suchness 
the harmony drips
from infinite pores. 
The seed has a history. 
Lost in resonance of outer space,
now wakes the blood, 
distorting the ripples.


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WITHOUT BARGAINING

A view from the cause, 
alters the landscape in you
I surrender to the earth,
the roots. Purifying the leaves. 
I tell myself, this was not me, 
my music. Still my skin
has the tattoos of pandemic deafness. 
I am breathing through the lips.

My attachment to death
is a private affair
my voice lies in a lake. 
The butterfly in a womb. 
the psalms under the rocks.
Is it ending of death 
or death of ending? 
I go beyond the brink, 
drop the stone in water.

When the moon touches 
my eyes, like a kiss
I start sharing the menu of night. 
The rimless thoughts are hovering
like small birds. I listen 
to their flappings. 
Can we live without bargaining? 
Do you know the price?



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Remember Me

Remember Me! 

I Have seen the light, and been granted the key to Heaven.
God will not push or pull me , yet he will embrace me with open arms.

My world of bright by day, and Dark by night has kept behind my loving ways.

Quote me on this for this is what I have to say 

Please don't mourn me, instead celebrate my life, and remember me as I was.

"Forget me not I say"

But remember this forever, and always.
Now I'm with God in the kingdom of heaven, to help watch over you, and guide 
you and your family threw your future days.
Remember Me!