Scull Poems - Poems about Scull

...spinning on high speed mostly out of control the washing machine failed to conclude any of its operation according to a wished for manual given at birth he had not much choice in the matter due......

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...Where tides flow high on bursting moon On grim and gloomy afternoon I shall be with you till the dawn I shall not falter, nor I yawn For, you're my queen and I'm your pawn Where water dro......

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...Dancing with crystals blowing smoke through my nostrils, believing in the delusion escaping from it's firm grasp; the memories never ending it's in my dreams, interrupting my purpose lieing t......

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...in a manor of time it will tell it's been so reconciled it's hard to tell anymore not s scull set up on a stump sold separately no gun but a tall tale on web buy now black market but fishes fis......

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...THE GOD IN ME I am learning - Keep getting burned though, I must stop trying to make everyone beautiful and accept the fact that "God also made ugly for a reason". I need to stop consuming the co......

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...My pen, as though wounded, bleeds, Who on earth, its blood-flooding sound, heeds? Tabula rasa papers turn pregnant, Messages of peace-brim-filling excitement; Midst clanging of shiny swords, Who......

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...your foulmouthed shout weaves angry waves bashes my ear drums pierced I wail in vain as the echo gets closer staccato crescendo climax refrain can’t shut you out cannot with......

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...Scull in the waters under the sun’s incandescence. Go along with the wind’s rhythm and my heart’s cadence. Sail far until orange firmaments paint you into black. Know where you are heading – don......

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...Like a butler with affluence in an experiment of own creation, Counting the amount of celluloid before any fireworks is triggered, I gnawed the vapour that was an outcome of a prolonged moan, And,......

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...I rowed from Cambridge where my scull was slapped by the wake of the long boats from MIT and Harvard then dodged the hodgepodge of tiny sloops in the lower basin competing and sharing the ve......

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...IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : LXIV - LXV NOTE (facts to bear in mind while reading) : Under the French Penal Code, harm done to the infirm, minors and seniors (i.e. over 65) is punishable up to f......

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...Emotional sequestration perseverates across thine time warped weft wise wold, sans interpersonal stagnation flourishes as oft twice told tale a boat amidst derelict hollowed ......

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...Drawn to the graves Unbeknown clarity develops like root canal treatment festering wounds and scull bones loom on the route In reason and feeling I have no choice but to venture an ancient dr......

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...En-trumped There are many en-tities. Narrative psychologist speak of living and telling a story. Our lives should be as we en-live them and en-story them. We tell our tale as we see it, at the......

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...Noise in her Mind I know her so well she came long ago to visit my being we share beauty and bedlam boudoir and kindest of spirits She walks like a cat woman hears like......

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