I have forsaken all to be with thee
might those I had created
and
there mothers be secondardary to
my needed
now I may speak of in tenses
that I have curse the
foods of her table as
(wHoop: Hooga;hooga< Ployed!)
with thyn Roosters
as (put, ting: plerb!)
and there Hens
Whoomp: ah Lumpa Whooga!)
Our Wedding
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The invoice for dah
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Exploration into The Construction of "Father's Door "
A new concept City. Which with have a townseat named
Mother Apron. The place is beleived to create a manmade waterfall
and a man made volcano
that will house a water treament. A plant to build and sell
Crate and Barrel dwellings
that will suport mid poverish lifestyles.
This promagram is designed to use materails that support warmth and are easily cool
Equipment is half of the national avergae
meaning new compact equipment to regulae. Compact frigs, compact
washer, dryers
Categories:
ployed, art,
Form: Ballad
Standing there just a vacuum of an empty void
Visions of dreams, within her head were ployed
She wasn’t playing idle as filling in wasted time
To her, never a circus, more so of a pantomime
Every play then; written by her own, fair hands
Steeped in her own intrigue, none understands
Every act participated, played on with precision
No time was ever wasted; only she has a vision
Accolades were accepted, now the stage is bare
She is alone now created by her own nightmare
But no time was wasted filling out the next void
Playing to her ability, time was again, employed
Categories:
ployed, allegory, perspective, poetry, visionary,
Form: Couplet
The eye of the stove, it singed my flesh
Though the bright red cried, "don't touch"
My hand, I planted and forever branded
My heart still gripping the clutch
I paid the price, as they said I would
naive pieces of my soul, spent
Now my innocence has went bankrupt
I no longer expect your repent
My child like heart, now corrupted
With my understanding nature, you ployed
You lured me in, puppy dog eyes
My faith in mankind, destroyed
A hopeless romantic, such an early green
My virginity, you have tainted
Now I'm a whore, like the rest of the world
My pure, white veil, you painted
Categories:
ployed, betrayal, hurt, people, trust,
Form: Free verse
THE MAN WHO IGNORED HIS WIFE
How could you do it dear, she cried
You think you’ll keep me satisfied
How could you quit a Wall Street job
To muck about with every slob
A rising star---you blaze a trail
You’d shuck it all to run a jail?
Oh, my sweet darling, then she quibbled
You know I love you…. ear was nibbled….
A cold look flashed—he’d not be played
Now stunned by truth--- she was afraid
She had ployed sex, she had coyed tears--
Anger now surpassed her fears
She screamed at him and slapped him hard
He studied her with new regard
He saw himself a man alone
Threw on his jeans and grabbed his phone.
He viewed his love in raw new light
Slammed tight the door, and said Good Night.
Categories:
ployed, husband, introspection, life, love,
Form: Couplet