Gestalt
Wolves bane enters the area then stops the red phone in front of the Glass no notice given to him no hurry from the people in the room the time they seem given to be doing is the gloom they sense victory the thrill of agony of others they sense my own defeat the looking Glass is looking back to my reflection full of grief for eye loved Elizabeth Taylor. But she never knoe it she did never knoe eye was ever on this Earth. Now eye am Victoria’s secret in her garden yes eye did. The Nurse looked so surprised that eye was homeless she took me by surprise when she asked me what eye needed she must have been going to work eye was lucky now. The person behind the phone entrance never moved once. The intern on the computor finally looked up annoyed. We do not help the homeless here he told me gleefully iff you try to sit here overnight Security will come to get you out. The Nurse was nicer but the result the same thing you knoe she was telling me we used to let homeless people sit in here but they trashed out the place. The Security Guard outside told me no we do not help homeless people here but we send them somewhere else. SO eye almost ran Way the hurry off to get Way to go back to my poor blanket's to my survival on the street. Eye picked up one old sock eye found on the sidewalk there the evidence of others of my kind seeking shelter from the freezing cold. But finding none. To the Emergency Hospital entrances. PPS eye had been sent there from the friend who assured me they were taking people inn to keep the poor people on the street from freezing it seems the poor joke to play on such the person eye feel so helpless when eye trust someone only to go then find its nothing of the kind for certain its the letdown.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
redrosey
redrosey
The ParoDay of Valentines
eye am Cupid but eye runned out of arrows no
this is not the worst Day I've had but its close
where is my love
why is she gone missing
there is only one more Day
then Valentine's will come closer
she must have found out most
of things eye been doing in love
she seen the girlfriend
but no
she does not have time to smurf
she gets only the few minutes
then she wastes them all on me
its good to be so Cupid
in love with two or three
The ParoDay of Valentines
eye am Cupid but eye runned out of arrows no
this is not the worst Day I've had but its close
where is my love
why is she gone missing
there is only one more Day
then Valentine's will come closer
she must have found out most
of things eye been doing in love
she seen the girlfriend
but no
she does not have time to smurf
she gets only the few minutes
then she wastes them all on me
its good to be so Cupid
in love with two or three
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Timetrius
Timetrius
somewhere there is one sock there is several left gloves there is one sordid mess there is bags full of things left outside then stolen there is lost manuscripts there is fourteen rusty nails there is scraps of paper stuck inside empty pockets full of hope there is orts there is the Apple peeling core the Banana Boat the rubber chicken no one keeps the enzyme in the yogurt the cook who spoils the broth the gum shoe the Valentine's from childhood you remember them the little Candy hearts that still Say I love U the napkins with those phone numbers from the bars and girls left over lollypops long playing records heroin needles one silver spoon the spoon would have been mine but never did eye ever keep them love oh Happy Valentine's
Sensorship
Why censorship does not work OR why does everyone still use censorship to scare us. You do not judge correctly when you see the rule being broken when you decide to burn the user for doing something wrong you still refuse to see the good that he has done. You do not see my websites the poems total over 2004 the many good things for my readers the many good things for my love. You only sensed the final victory is won the wrong will be exonerated after all is said then done. Freedom is the God Given write to pursue happiness over conventional wisdom over others ideas of right or wrong stepping in your own excrement iff need be to be free of the injustices of some few in charge of scowled society. Fly in the face of the rule when the rule is wrong. Be free to write poetry. This is the last Golden Poet making Harmony in love.
somewhere there is one sock there is several left gloves there is one sordid mess there is bags full of things left outside then stolen there is lost manuscripts there is fourteen rusty nails there is scraps of paper stuck inside empty pockets full of hope there is orts there is the Apple peeling core the Banana Boat the rubber chicken no one keeps the enzyme in the yogurt the cook who spoils the broth the gum shoe the Valentine's from childhood you remember them the little Candy hearts that still Say I love U the napkins with those phone numbers from the bars and girls left over lollypops long playing records heroin needles one silver spoon the spoon would have been mine but never did eye ever keep them love oh Happy Valentine's
Sensorship
Why censorship does not work OR why does everyone still use censorship to scare us. You do not judge correctly when you see the rule being broken when you decide to burn the user for doing something wrong you still refuse to see the good that he has done. You do not see my websites the poems total over 2004 the many good things for my readers the many good things for my love. You only sensed the final victory is won the wrong will be exonerated after all is said then done. Freedom is the God Given write to pursue happiness over conventional wisdom over others ideas of right or wrong stepping in your own excrement iff need be to be free of the injustices of some few in charge of scowled society. Fly in the face of the rule when the rule is wrong. Be free to write poetry. This is the last Golden Poet making Harmony in love.
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