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Words All she wants are my words, She asks for nothing but those words I whisper through parted lips. Indeed I’m indebted to her, And the tab is high All she wants or needs of me are my words Those solitary syllables strung together to form thoughts Held aloft with my voice, Carried through the air by the wind. I’m her servant her slave it would seem A loyal loving subject of her whims. Her name strays in and out of thought, Lingers for long moments, Then dissipates like fog. Her face and the shape of her legs. The long lines of her slender neck, Meeting the edge of her smile. Stays longer and dwells deep. All she wants and ever will need are my words. Whispered & cared for, held delicately in her hands. Those delicate parts of my soul, given in earnest for the purpose of her joy. In the end all I have are those words, and those words are me. Forming the core of my being. That I give to her. (give me some input guys this is due tomorrow so any ideas on improvement let me know. Thanks)

A Return From. I’ve been walking for some time now, Exploring that void that cold empty place. I… Find that discovery is oft made, Alone in your own cave. Watching shadow puppets play. That we push out and scream no more, When we realize it’s all a sham. Just some lie shoved down our throats. And maybe this isn’t a poem so much as a confession. Of my errant sinning, Of my blatant disregard. Of structures put in place long before I graced this stage. No, no I’ve stood up and have asserted my place. There is confrontation and a hard line drawn. No arrogance or deception envy or hate. This is the drum roll, A cadence sung by, A fastidious multitude of revolutionary anarchist. The line is drawn freedom or death. Freedom of the grave? Either way either way we’re F@#ked. Years thus have passed. With me lost in thought Passively watching my brothers get beaten dragged jailed and forgot. Standing on the shore as America drowns in oil and blood. I’m at a lost as to what to do. Seems bleak I know. But something must be done. Perhaps I should put down the pen and pick up the sword.

weary So it would seem I'm back. A tad bit older. some what wiser. but time has forgotten me, passed me over like so many things. the stones that once bore my name are smooth. and my kinsmen are long since dead. but I am here. looking with tiered eyes at a world I was once a part of. wondering if there is still a place . for this worn old poet. Germaine

Hello From time to time I may just drop in, An old whisper Calling on the wind. I’ll wink n’ smile, Remember good ol’ times. And on my merry way again I go again.

Alc Na Nala is sorta of a personal title. actualy discribing the the ppl involed. thanks

ALC na Nala I stood there, Silent and still. He swooped in and kissed. That should have been me, Could have been. Alas a different hand I was dealt.. I plaster a smile on my face. It’s all I can do. As I scramble for a lame excuse to leave. I stumble through the halls, Pure disbelief. My mind is numb, I don’t know why. But I wanted to cry. I told my self it was just the photo chems, But I know it’s all just a lie. On my way home I stare at the blank sky, Snow drifts I pass by. A lonely tear , Streaming down my face. It’s just the chemicals making me cry, I softly chuckle to myself.

It, feels some times, Like my screams are never heard. That I’m drowning inside myself. Struggling to breath, Clawing for air. No one's coming to my rescue. They stand and laugh at my pain. Like I’m worthless. And meant to be discarded, Burned. Then forgotten.

Chin up, the snow will melt and those hard feelings will float away, And alas some day soon you'll have your smile again.

Like the time of the Greek gods, All comes to an end. We come and go. Laugh and play, And life slips by. We bid farewell to one of those, A noble writer, An honored soul. But in time perhaps they may return. To say hello to the old pen. cya around.

Do you know? Do you know? The Cause of your punishment? Do you understand why you stand here? Bound and shackled. Naked and cold. Every step you take, Leads you to the gallows. From the first you took, So many years before. Every breath you take, Your second to last. The feeling the rush of your ending days, Flash before your eyes. The very soul of the world Displayed before the horde. Only too be consumed and torn.

Father sin. He is dead, My father he is. Sin has faded away. His questions left unanswered. He rests forever in his grave. Pondering his most forgotten quest.

Dancing on my ceiling Dancing on my ceiling The lights of a thousand lives. The echo of a thousand heart beats The story of a lost people. Told by old wise men. To preserve a lost world A lost time. Flying And dancing Preying. Laughing. Smiling all day Tasting what the world is Feeling what it could be. Lamenting our woes. But not for long It’s a better day then you think. The shadows dance, Prance across my ceiling Bringing merry joy and cheer. Laughing so hard the milk squirts out. Fun fun day and even more fun nights.

I'm all about having fun these days. You come to a point in life where you wake up and realize hey the game ends someday. and bam your having all the fun you can. Unitl you realize that one day your going to die, you are nothing.....tyler durden/fightclub. its all fun. and ya its a song im writing, it still needs some work and thanks again for the input.

Swimery Swim like a fish you just might get away. Swim like a dog and you’ll be caught Fly like a bird and soar Fly like a kite and circle in never-ending. Live like a man and suffer his woe, Live as a beast and enjoy the world. Although maybe a fish Would fetch a tasty dish. And the bird forever is drifting on the winds, aimless and free. The beast subject to the harsh world it so much enjoys. What ever your path, Have a blast.

Everyday better then the last Every day is better then the last, Don’t you think? Don’t you think? Simply cuz we're still alive. So take my hand, and dance with me in the meadow of life. It's a happy day, For fun n’ play. O yea, Tis a happy day. No ones sad no ones down Just a joyful time Spinning round. Feeling the sun warm your back. Fresh cool water on your face. Dew drops on your lips. Kisses on your hips. Tracing circles on your cheeks. Every day is better then the last Don’t you think? Don’t you think? Carefree days full of awe Days never-ending, Day’s forever young. Living in perpetually green spring, And forever-fluffy snow. Days like years and years like eons, Living eternally In dusty woods. Every day is better then the last Don’t you think? Don’t you think? Better then crying about days past Better then weeping about those to come. Better the failing based on them. Better then dieing for them. Every day is better then the last Don’t you think? Don’t you think?