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POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

Downward Spiral

When it is broken
Something must be done
When it is shattered
Something must be done
When it is missing
Something must be done

When you are broken
Something must be done
When you are shattered
Something must be done
When you are missing
Something must be done

When we are broken
Something must be done
When we are shattered
Something must be done
When we are missing
Something must be done

Not everything is diamond
They cannot be forced to
Without being chipped apart

Aspects are like porcelain
Once a weak point is hit on
The rest crumbles to debris

Should I somehow be broken
Then something must be done
Should I somehow be shattered
Then something must be done
Should I somehow be missing
Then something must be done

If you feel it is too difficult
You can always take a hiatus
If you feel it is too injuring
You can always slow a little down
If you feel it is too cumbersome
You can always postpone a bit
But to retreat to square one
Or to permanently suspend
Or to surrender entirely
And never to attempt again
Is another dysfunctional story
 
Haunted,
You speak of Middle and High School hooligans.
Or, is that of life.

Most of us grow up,
Some, merely old.
While holding their "Righteiousness" in a cup
All the while letting it o'er flow.

For THEIR brand or "Right"
is looking for a Fight.
Bullies are all the same,
Looking for their "shine in fame"

BUT, underneath it all,
THEY are the ones being set for the fall.
For THEY are the insecure ones,
Trying to live some other's dream,
While INside, they want to scream.

Do not let the punks,
Put you into Funks.
Your self-knowledge and Worth
Will bolster you with mirth.

Just look deep within,
and put on a BIG Grin.
It's no sin,
To hold level your chin.

--

FreeFall,
Welcome back, bud.
Some more contraindicative
dark turned light
Fight Fight Fight
There is no Plight.
 
Sometimes

The clock winds down

tick tock...slick talk

slick talk...tick tock

A frozen face

smile on... frown gone

frown gone...smile on

I'll keep a place

I'm shy...hi guy

hi guy...i'm shy

The clock winds down

Sometimes

:(
 
I shaved the mask again today
The mirror face had naught to say.
Packed up my shit and mounted the car
Lucky little me and the work not too far

There I sat in my usual place
Perpetual scowl locked in place
I'm the Dr. who will see you now
No need to scrape curtsey or bow.

You lay there snivilling on my couch
Sound of your voice even makes me slouch
That I'm an asshole you scream as refrain
You tell me that you're never been insane

I puff my pipe and shake my head
Knowing that your mind is dead
Wondering how I'll follow through.
And face the fact that mine is too.

----Reality Bites----

s
 
Haunted,
Sadly, there is some of that here,
You are right, I fear.

It's more prevalent in some parts than others,
But when it flares, we oft call them "mothers".

'Tis why I spend my play time in stories and F&G,
rather than CE&P.
 
^
KULI
^
Are you really so complete

and your persona is so sweet.

you're afraid you might melt

whilst the rain it does pelt

are you sure you're Bammers bud

and not just another dud

Now put on your boots

Out the door you scoots

Go out and walk some loops

'Til Mister Doggy makes his poops.

Then come back inside

And dry your hide

and his wet fur

to avoid the brrrr.
 
As long as it ain't yellow

It can't disturb my mellow

my knees don't turn to jello

and rain won't make me bellow

But if I step in icky shit

I will throw a hissy fit

And scream a pissy bit

'til someone takes care of it.
 
And in that wilderness you comb

If you should happen on my home

You and Bammer come on in

And tell me where all you have been

I'll fix you both a scrumptous meal

As part and parcel of the deal

When its dry and you two need go

I will wave bye-bye and miss you so.
 
Verily we rhyme along,
rhyme along, rhyme along,
All the live long day.
 
is you jealous of my skill?

of my rhyming had you fill?

don' find my words to be a thrill?

more laborious than climbing a hill?

so now is zone in for the kill

shut me up and make me still?


lol............1 minute 30 sec, start to finish,

 
I post no such words
as still your pen,
shut your trap,
listen to mother hen.

This, is Zen.
 
AH So

I Go

You Know

Now Blow

Words Flow

My Show

Ah So

 
Samba So: Day

I'm sorry but I'm not desole
No, not desole for being desolate
I'm not desole qu'I'm not du soleil
I "hurt" just fine where the sun won't shine
And
Your world a keep turning
As I stay burning
Down in the deep

I'm not no human being
The being being in question
More So than the insanity
Ebbing me to, flowing me from humanity
Your world keep turning
With gravity yearning
But not for me
These are not the freaks you came for

I dig my clashed style
Lower my profile
Dead end friends best left split like my ends
And my Hand puts the Ha in the "Happy" in that "End"
After all, I never was: my hair
Just

So
 
Samba So: Night

I am not here there or anywhere
Desolee, but desolate is the way to be
When you're trying not to be
Till
I ain't, because I choose to be
Because I choose
me

Well, I don't like me very much
But you'd like me less

Psh.. Do I look like the one?
The absence of evidence is enough evidence I'm done

I'm not desole for being desolate
I'd have you know there's not much else you'd know
Except
Eu conhecei that I may know less than I know you know, but you don't know I know enough to know that there's not much more I need to know to know I'll never know what I want to know.
 
Because we know it's true.

Wild Hunt

I ran away
I ran away one day
Too bad it was one fine day
I went away to nowhere
As far as I could
So no one could catch me
I wasn't a fugitive
Not even once
I was also not a criminal
Not even once
Why did they chase me?
I was still running...
From those hands
Away from my fate
And I was the last victim
A chase had occurred
They said I was the last
Though they acted as if I were the beginning
run, run, run, run
hide, hide, hide, hide
kill, kill, kill, kill
The mini game of hide-and-seek had started
But a bit tricky
With the bet of my life
I told you so
The wild hunt began
Until eternity
And I would keep running
Until stars cried
And my body decomposed
Into soil, dirt, and blood
Feeling the taste of loneliness itself
So I would be free
Free..
run, run, run...
hide, hide, hide...
kill...
 
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