Best Durst Poems

It's 4:30am and I can't sleep,
the sheep leap and lay in a heap,
told me they're tired and got shut eye,
even my own mind has shunned I,
lets just freestyle this rhyme and see where it goes,
it beats laying in the dark watching that ghost,
across the room...

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Our lives produce such struggles
to which we must rise!
And often we find places
that from which we would run and hide.
But just remember that Your choice
will bring the happiness you seek... 
Just Be the Brave one you wish
The one you still want to be.

For I am...

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I knew myself that I gave it all to you. 
My life, my love, my everything is now yours. 
I gave more than anything anyone could have given. 

I bought you diamond, he bought you pearl. 
I shopped you gold, even just a silver he...

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Erstime, ere bards nor Wondering Joyceters 
did glybb their gobs with glanjous tongue, 
Sir Slip The Most (a Figleafmoistner) 
was undangled…and his sling unslung.

‘Twas on the Ile de Deux Sans Mustard, 
with her Fowlling Fopplott never wording, 
that the hunkerflesh-fed Fowlsome Bustard, 
marked best by...

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Do we see the world 
through rose coloured glasses 
Durst cut up the bodies of people
Psychologists say
He must have a mental illness
perhaps but the spanish
conquistadors cut up the bodies
of american indian babies
did they all have a mental illness
the New Zealand Maori
had the victory feast
where they...

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At Otter Lake, whilst welkin starry clear,
A ghostly wail bruits eerily despair,
And eyes appear alit like embers near,
At Otter Lake.

Avaunt, the trappers pray, bedim thy glare;
In sooth, thy mourning grieves a bygone year,
From earthly bourn, ascend to angels care.

Arose a zephyr, thick as bloodied air,
And...

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Oft in My Thought
by Charles D'Orleans
translation by Michael R. Burch

So often in my busy mind I sought,
Around the advent of the fledgling year,
For something pretty that I really ought
To give my lady dear;
But that sweet thought's been wrested from me, clear,
Since death, alas, has sealed...

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ARTE MAYOR*: Neither Cricket nor Football

Is this the way to prop A-first
Sock not oval ball overhead
Slam not round ball with drumstick dead
Cut not corporate tax: the worst
Hundred millions sweat till tv burst
Swamp Super Bowl cheer-leaders' tights
The day England scorned Wales' rights*
Would arméd football rugby durst

Catch...

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[Continued from Part 1]

“And the efforts of the Senate to extinguish all this fury
Were frustrated by convictions that their god would promptly hurry
To reward and praise the burning of the books in Caesar’s hall:
Pliny, Tacitus and Thallus, and to rescue from the Fall—”

“Man, who, to...

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Lost Perspective

Eve said to Adam-let us eat the apple so we become ourselves
So naïve, why should I die first in order to become what I am already
In his image and likeness I was and I am before the conception
Truly, the image, identity and individualism built...

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How do you say thank you
To someone who sacrifices so much
She carries you within her womb
Nurturing you with her love

Never complaining about the stretch marks
She wears each one with pride
Knowing they are her testiments
She is carrying a brand new life

When the time is right, she...

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Speechless
Unstable
so now I'm off popping more antidepressants
after jonesing for the truth
so glad someone
anyone could offer me reality
that I'm truly
seriously
deluded and misunderstood
and now i know there is nothing i can say

Oh sinead
what does the con man sing to the bones of metaphors in the soup fiasco
about...

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3/23/17


Skilled like James T. Kirk
Fred Durst
And William Randolph Hearst

Putting in work
And occasionally going berserk
In and out of dirt

For all that it's worth
Respect the universe
And Earth
Regardless of if times keep getting worse

Is there such a thing as a curse?
Or does it need more evidence and research?

Debts...

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You have lost the game,
Which is impossible to win.
Surrender your defeat,
And I will so mine.
Give in to fate,
Let it run it's course.
And I will take this route too.
Thou have not a clue,
What life is about.
Not one man nor woman,
On this Earth does.
Durst you challenge this?
Admit...

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whence place thy sight up above thine shoulders,
as it tarries to see no one but thee alone,
even when thy path seemeth crooked,
and goest astray like a lost wondering sheep,
ye durst wax in the Barn of thine selfishness.
Thy ego seem so high to accept rebuke
and chastisement,...

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