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We throw our hearts away
in the full fury of anger,
of greed,
of grief,
in the full surrender
to the resplendant glory of the highest God,
in Ajuna's thousand suns,
in deepest sleep
in drunkeness,
with strong drugs,
all from which a heart may return.
We throw our hearts away
by not caring anymore
which is the worst,
for when the heart returns,
it finds no receptical
and departs leaving behind only a whisper of dust.
For the heart never dies.
Immortal it forever seeks
a will to live
a will that lives
through the worst that life imposes.
It clings to whoever or whatever
will endure its failings.
Silenus may have been right.
He lived, if for nothing else,
to throw at life his spite
of being thrown into it.
for life was not a blessing,
only a curse. which is something,
I suppose, to get us through the worst of it
where praises and hymns fail.
So curse life to the end,
if for nothing else,
as a witness who testifies
that the heart deserves better.
Love Away
Throw Our Love Away
Love Away
You've found a heart,
don't forget your pen.
You were once dead,
You now enjoy flesh covering your wicked bones, you now enjoy being alive.
Pay heed,
What you're accepting has much more pain.
I'll advice you throw that heart away,
live as you've lived.
You might lose your glittering crown.
That's why your heart was turned off at first.
Don't get hypnotized by its deception,
Forgetting what you've held and reward it offered.
I get a free shot
Don't miss, you've done this alot
A free shot at success
No one there to make you feel like you're less
My brain goes corrupt
I don't want to go bankrupt
Everyone's staring at me
I really have to pee
Take a deep breath
It's not as bad as death
I dribble twice
I'm gonna have to pay the price
I shoot the ball
I'm sorry to all
I missed
Now I'm pissed
But you know what
It wasn't that bad as I thought
Like alcohol on a small cut
It hurts, it's really hot
Stings at first
But then it's gone in a burst
At least I tried
I learned what not to do
Now I'll have more pride
You have to push yourself to do things that make you feel like poo
I'll get fouled some other time in the game
Having it all is kind of lame
A wee bit of humor based on this Mark Parisi cartoon.
Chasing me was a cop flashing red and blue lights
I refused the breathalyzer, so he read me my rights
He didn't buy my excuse of having had the zoomies
He said, "In jail, you'll have lots of zoomie roomies."
I told him I'd cooperate and would walk the line
He agreed to that and said I'd just have to pay a fine
for doing seventy-five while driving in a school zone
and if I past the inebriated test he'd throw me a bone
I took his comment to mean he was being sarcastic
but I just smiled at him and said, "Gee. That's fantastic."
I grabbed my beer and took a one last long guzzle.
He called me beligerent and reached for a muzzle.
He said he had no pity for such a disrespectful mutt
I kept laughing and saying, "I'm not being a smart butt."
He called me a low life, punk dog and drove me to jail
Quipped, "Your attitude sucks! You won't get out on bail!"
I don't deserve someone good
I need to clean myself up
But the person I was is hidden
where only I have to pat down to find
But don't look near the carpet, you'll find how bad it is underneath
im woven in ways even the people who got me still can't figure out
i move everywhere im not supposed to be
worn out and torn
from the things u no longer wanted
And it's turned me into something horrible
something that just needs to be thrown away and replaced
throw me away
And forget about the things u once loved before
Im not the same
im not the person anyone wants anymore
I can watch it simmer
And you can slop it on the plate
But nothing can distract me
From the heaviness that sags
On my body with
Each swallow and chew.
A sneaky grin sits on the pot
As I grab some more
Because it knows.
Everyone knows.
That no matter what number I am
I will always eat more
And more.
When it comes time to throw the kink..Er i
Mean the king..Under the bus.' I think its
going to be found ( there is not enough
space'
Lol.))) To go round
I will never bed without you been there,
To have my way with someone else all night...
Enjoying sweetness of a secret affair,
Even when conscience sees its deeds alright.
I can't be off you
Does that appear to be true
Or scope to subdue?
I'll rather make you painfully happy,
While it seems to ache and shake your dry sweat
Than with someone else, make it so snappy...
For it not to be made known cum regret.
I can't lose your love
Does it mean I'm a belove
Or just for night shove?
I won't just watch you groan and moan via wish...
But struggle to beg someone else PLEASE STOP
While you're dying to have such blissful dish,
Been served at your center table nonstop.
I can't see your type
Does such code words ever ripe
Or of moment's hype?
I'll make you weekly weak cum fun upkeep;
Where stress won't be of need to oversleep.
Today I wish to discuss the discus
first flung in faraway Greco track and field events
as is it has no use whatsoever
yet serves its purpose to all intents
as an oblate spheroid weight
and altho' as you may know
a javelin one would hurl
a discus you should throw
Receiving a pie in the crown,
It just might occasion a frown.
But bear well in mind,
One always will find,
The target is never the clown.
i need to know what's going on
we're barren over here, yet over there
look at them smugly reading the NEWS
'can you throw one over pal?'
he pretends not to hear me
and looks down the platform
he's pretending to see if his train is about to
arrive, thomas and friends, and it won't be
here soon, so wind it in
i give up and wonder why
platform 1, surely the pinnacle,
has been abandoned of any recreation
although next to my son
is a miniscule glass bottle of whisky
which implies someone was having fun without me there
has peace been achieved?
has the new plastic waste initiative justified government intervention?
how many wickets do we need this morning?
i yell these at the man over on platform 2
i am then taken away
and hope to be a headline in the morning
David was advised by his kin
the sling's the thing
if you want to win
tho' small as he was
without fear
he did let fly
and rocked Goliath's world
right between the eyes
before he had time
to come near
or even throw his spear
alone from afar David did fling
and with a single stone's throw
he let go one shot to the head
and brought the giant down
yea verily knocked him stone-cold dead
I throw the ball
My dogs stare at me
Too old for this game
Or too tired of it?
I throw the ball again
My husband gets it
I struggle trying to get it out of his mouth
Dog throw up is easily disposed of
If you have another dog
Buddy threw up a minute ago
Beau could hardly wait to clean it up
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