Styling Poems - Poems about Styling

its been said that we can’t be two things all at once yet we go about life living and dying at the same same time until our death comes to be: the body and its mind once one until they each go its own separate way in its own spirit as a ghost… from the womb to the tomb he was…is… and remains the trinitatem in the onederful oneness of his creation son of the father’s holy spirit: one in the onederful oneness onement three… think on...

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Cockroach was styling, in her element tonight Wrapping her velvet cloak around her formal tight The rest of the models stayed out of cockroach’s way Knowing she will be left standing at the end of their day...

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Denver wheeling Spinning, Thinning Itching, Scratching Black box shouting, Pause recording Stop stalling Part 2 I want Air Force 1, Fuelled and ready to go At my command Draped in invisible camouflaged blue shadowed by red arrows Part 3 I wish to see the falling angel for myself Viewed from 1st class champagne in hand washing caviar and truffles down In questionable company Part 4 Knock , Knock What's the dark secret you are keeping well hid behind...

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sitting here at the keyboard, lettered blue notes flow with rhythmic melodies inking bars of varied clefts of poetic pitch rising from B flat decrescendos to C sharp crescendos— peaking trilling lights of truth from a major second: gifted by the most high first...

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take it to the beat watch us meet to greet fooling in the street tripping on the beach smoking fat leaves doing what you please as busy as a bee making sweet history there's a battle for your mind I'm just the walking blind society is not my game inside of my cause there blind you see from most...

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