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    When morality meets reality
    I'll met you on the dark blue
    side of the wave and my plate.

    When my second hand fades
    behind the condensed window
    my hue will face the tracks.

    When blackness around takes
    strength and makes of itself a
    wool blanket and a evaporating

    shadow.

    I'll be tip toeing on park benches.
    I once had fun. It was awful. - Grumpy Cat

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    If you multiply twice
    the azzhole you were -
    when you thought to
    borrow her; and placed
    a mattress in your basement
    locker, with flowers
    and condoms – you'd
    have been a conqueror.
    But you didn't have the
    guts to smite or to show
    your soul, you were 16
    with cream and did not
    drink coffee.
    Last edited by 2X2E5; 04-05-2014 at 10:13 PM.
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    Just read this thread in one go. I feel like a lie down.

    I thought #5 was stuffed full of interesting phrasing I liked it a lot.

    In fact I enjoyed the unusual way you construct the meaning of each line in all of them, even though I can't always follow that meaning. Does that make sense?
    ay up

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    But you didn't have the
    gusts
    did you mean "guts" or did you mean what it says --gusts, like gusts of wind or hot air-- as a play on words?

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    @ prendrelemick - Thank you for the feed back, I take it as a compliment I can understand the senselessness it can produce...in conversations and writing I'm often told I am unclear and I guess that translates into my poetry by being overly cryptic and being stubborn in understanding the true definition of a word. But I also try really hard to include one sentence in almost each poem that just feels interesting in a kind of thought/image/meaning it produces. Thank you for letting me know you noticed that

    @ AuntShecky - Yeah, I meant to say "guts". Originally had a typing error by forgetting the last letter -s in "guts"...must have added it twice. Thank you for the heads up.
    I once had fun. It was awful. - Grumpy Cat

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    Extreme pleasure and your wise
    words and dogmas about Dionysus
    enslaves your opposite, but you like
    to shake it off and continue your
    phallus and superego stimulation.

    You value winning and devalue losing
    because you haven't grown eyes on
    the back of your primitive brain – stop
    your speeches on progress, when you stab
    your own third and fourth eye out,
    and then parade it in banners and flags,
    in cars and in bars, the only real part
    of you is left in your salty guilty sweat.

    Oy, counter parts, you conservative
    self-righteous responses to power.
    Learn to inject doses of corruption
    its a drug that your shouldn't fear
    unless you fear yourself – **** you
    if you fear yourself. Learn to live off
    of cabbage and off of ice cream or, I
    did not want this to be a threat, you
    will perish.

    Naturalness as the sculpture gets dug
    too deep; don't misinterpret it for nature,
    and the felonies continue until all that is
    left is a pile of crumbs. No more Rodins
    but a colourful variety of Picasso’s.
    I once had fun. It was awful. - Grumpy Cat

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    Polished several horse shoes
    romanticize an old man on a
    bench.
    I spend my days off staring at
    ants and picturing marble cafes
    rusting.
    Im exhausted from hearing 21st
    Century conspiracies become
    waste.
    Canadian folk are too polished
    and clean from soft bubble baths;
    living in Spring.
    (Arrested if the bubbles are not
    round, friendly, service polite, and
    if they ask questions.)
    Death a commodity, love is served
    in biodegradable plastic, and
    green rectangles are sewn to magnets
    so that their filth can find bubblish
    hands.
    These shapes belong in museums
    and maybe one day they will, but
    this generation Id love to lead
    is lead by loaned dry clay.
    I once had fun. It was awful. - Grumpy Cat

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    My hands are not Sorels
    and Myshkins portrait
    sways in my hearts chamber
    when I glisten and float to
    the party of tears dancing
    a waltz behind Raskolnikovs
    lower eye lids.
    Doctor says my Zeitgeist
    needs beer and rum,
    and to stare into a swollen
    faced homeless bum.
    My dreams are crooked,
    because there is an industry
    of making crutches.
    My heart is swollen,
    horse numbered 21,
    she has good odds, and
    does not see the left side -
    a dangling (burning in ecstacy)
    whip - and the right
    side of its fenced land of charms.

    To fend off the broken glass,
    while admiring the inconsistencies
    protected in new wave perfect
    prison shaped inspired galleries,
    I propose to give Billy Pilgrim
    a box of chocolates, and
    Ivan a tank, then ask them both
    to return their gifts to their original
    state – cacao beans and undiscovered
    metal caves.
    I once had fun. It was awful. - Grumpy Cat

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    I don't believe in binoculars
    for making 50 year warranty
    chains. You may look at the
    backside of a watch, but that
    doesn't stop it from ticking.
    No, cream lace, and strong
    taste, come from burning
    cigarettes. You might not
    wonder where the masterful
    ashes meet, and grow, but
    that wont cause your cat any
    sorrow. The velvet blue candle,
    out in the silent deserted oasis,
    on which no eyes fall upon, and
    no deer or camel traverse, sits
    watching itself get buried away
    in your frame of mind. Ha, yes.
    You didn't think a painting could
    see itself in your eyes reflection,
    did you? Well it does, and it learns.
    Just like that passion for which it yearns.
    What's left is to knit yourself an
    armour of red butterflies, and shout
    into your morning cup, forget, and
    pack your book's sleeve with words
    that distract you from the astrological
    adventures you draw...when pulling and
    tweezing your arm hair, and coughing
    to hide your symphony of despair.
    I once had fun. It was awful. - Grumpy Cat

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    That's an interesting idea of a painting seeing itself in one's eyes reflection.

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    XOs
    with some
    blow.
    Winner
    hits the floor.
    Burn your face
    at a bar,
    twist your neck
    break a star.
    Find twisted lips
    in a cactus bush -
    doesn't brag
    doesn't
    drag...
    press your nipples
    into your soul.
    Feel my heart
    burning coal.
    I once had fun. It was awful. - Grumpy Cat

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    Wow! Usually I'm not really an admirer of rhymed poetry but this is so bright! And the dynamics of the poetic image, splendid : )

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    4 Glasses of Water
    Hate on Each Chair
    Illuminated Faces
    All Ages Despair.

    Generationsare close
    to Dull Dining Knives.
    Sacrificial Wedlock.
    Obesity and Pride.

    A kitten has nowhere
    to hide. A Whisker
    on each Cheek ---
    Dirty with Neglect.

    A Fang Leashed,
    A Stare that Bleached.
    A Kitten with no Meow,
    a button left to drown.
    I once had fun. It was awful. - Grumpy Cat

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    Hart Noiz, I appreciate your compliments and feed back. I think its my favourite and best poem so far, written in despair and frustration to write authentically. I'm happy it didn't go unnoticed and brought you some pleasure.
    I once had fun. It was awful. - Grumpy Cat

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    Dubstep

    ON: Laptop
    Craving: Satisfied
    Welcome Home.
    Utorrent, Steam, Updates
    Facebook, Twitter, 9gag
    scroll scroll scroll
    jumping back and forth
    like a dandy mole.
    Porn, junk, merchandise
    Don't need drugs,
    I'm half way to paradise.
    37 tabs,
    suspicious lags.
    Denouement,
    closing tabs revives
    my crave
    every time I leave
    I feel brave.
    Virtual Reality
    at the demand
    of my hand,
    I don't need my eyes
    nor the sun,
    when arrows block out
    the sound of my hum.
    I once had fun. It was awful. - Grumpy Cat

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