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Fucknuckle
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Registered: 04/24/04
Posts: 6,762
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Some Stuff
#3544588 - 12/26/04 04:02 PM (19 years, 3 months ago) |
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I have been having some time with deep thru the past few months. I started writing again and here are a few new poems. I hope you like them I got more if anyone would like to read them Circle Cells Ceaseless beats breath one's years Rhythmical linger with measured chime Would their perfect moments end in tears Delicious diligence mocks scorched time Harbored, tied and boxed so slight Alpha brighter to darkness alive Can sprung dreams hold viciously tight Plateau obscured seeds deep inside Wind warped driven Saint of lies Fill my basket and here my cries When will I fly and soar above the rest Wrinkled flesh and torn soul was my best Red stains and black coal hearts Are what set I and them apart Blooming hero's in painted masks The same, the same with bi-polar tasks Trapped boxed freedom so bitterly close Life and time are but ego's silly hosts Fabricated cells so blush and new Comes to an end and gives no clue Carp Kill My guts hurt yesterday more than they should I have left my mark in the bowl of waste as I could But still the pain is there and quite sharp Maybe I should have not eaten the uncooked Carp My father and me caught it just before three Oversized goldfish is all it is you know Eaten many regualr size of those before I was very old So I just don't understand why my gut feels this way The doctor told me this was the price to pay Now I am in a small hard shell And I can not see very well Hello, hello there.... Why is so cold and dark in here? Please answer as I fear My guts are soon going to pop And Sir? I have no air Birdman Raven, Raven flying so high Can you tell me, when will I die? Or when you fly overhead Will I fill you full of lead? But, These are questions, I am quite sure That will never agian reoccur For just as you can not speak I would not shoot, for I am weak True Friends Stop looking at me See me in you and look at you If you see in me a need to change then you need change in you Look at you and see me then change me to you Me and you are the same And when you look into me, you see you So look at you and you won't even see me Then me and you can be us Because in us Is where frienship starts Not in you or me Crap Stinks Hey be quite your not supposed to talk about that Oh yeah and why not? We can talk about weed, girls or snot You can keep spewing about porn, dykes or motorbikes You can shout " Hey lets do it, let's take a piss" But what ever you do Don't do this What shall I not do ? Don't bring your problems to my place Dump your load in your own space Copywrite 2004 Fucknuckle
-------------------- What it is, is what it is my Brother. It is as it is, so suffer thru it.
Edited by Fucknuckle (12/26/04 06:14 PM)
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Corporal Kielbasa
Registered: 05/29/04
Posts: 17,235
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Keep them coming man! I like them a lot expesialy "Don't bring your problems to my place Dump your load in your own space"
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Kenny7822
Kenny
Registered: 01/29/04
Posts: 842
Loc: MA, USA
Last seen: 11 years, 4 months
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I like your poems, they are really good.
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Fucknuckle
Dog Lover
Registered: 04/24/04
Posts: 6,762
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Thanks man here is a couple more Worn but not beaten Mister has a Blister and that's for sure How it really happend was a blurr He my best friend I meant him no harm In fact is safe to say he's my charm Mister has a Blister not one but four I thought he would complain But now Mister wants more Mister has a Blister and I his only friend Togehter we'll heal and togehter we'll mend Me and Mister like having a blister When this is done and complete My knees get weak and my heart beats a race Mister with the Bilster please keep up the pace When we play and we work up a sweat My money is on you if I had to bet The payoff is pleasure and so grand When you have Mister with the Bilsters in your hand She is Well Simple days are for a simple time Before our Mother Earth was raped The tides of pains are the illusion But never they dwell in a savory wine Cleansing the bleak souls of man ? Harrowed with blood and angelic lust These ones have they stagered drunk again Herded pigs in bliss, sowing what they can Men have torn the flesh from her bones Does the virus always win in her body? She will overcome to past thru tommorow And Men retreat to dusty dry stones Copyright ?2004 Fucknuckle
-------------------- What it is, is what it is my Brother. It is as it is, so suffer thru it.
Edited by Fucknuckle (12/27/04 12:50 PM)
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