Long Intire Poems

This should be a sad place
There are no playgrounds, schools
One tap for an intire village

Their toys are rocks and sticks
There is a skinny goat running beside them
I hear laughter such sweet laughter
running jumping squeals of...

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sometimes i want to write but 
my hand cramps up
 so i switch hands

 now my right hand does not like
 my left because he does not know how
 to use chopsticks properly.

 old lefty...

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This poem is a collaboration between myself and Jimmy Anderson#0459587
Jimmy wrote Those, I wrote Loving and we shared eyes!


T ime seems to stand still when looking deeply into your eyes
H ypnotizing me at will, taking...

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You don't always have control over your own body, especially when you breath is trying to strangle you.
Your heart is trying to run away
And your chest just won't allow it.
You are in a battle to...

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God in his sovereignty

The armor of God is left to avenge
My helmet gets clogged in such a venge;
We till the soil yet wait for the water to boil
God in his sovereignty & joy
We draw lines...

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i want to know what love is, as i seek deep in to my very own soul, an say to my self-i want to know what love is- i look all around me,all see is...

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