Stars Have it GoodWe would like to be stars someday because they have it good up there; sleeping like cats during the day, waking up one eye at a time as light blue turns dark - pinpricks of light or small flashlights.Stars Have it Good
We would like to be wished on a quiet childlike wonderment and silent as our entrances and exits, hope stretched to the fingertips.
We would like to be dreamed under counted and connected constellations with human hands (few things reveal what human hands do.)
When we reach for the stars, we are reach
Another Poem on WinterWe cry for seasons to change, unsatisfied with the baring they bring.Another Poem on Winter
Why do we listen to poets and believe what they say about winter’s dormancy and spring’s rebirth? I wake up with pens underneath me, a reminder of lines written the night before of dramatic seasonal yearning. And I wonder, why am I expectant of spring and her soft flowers to ground me to this Earth again? The clouds are tired of breaking, sending white that sinks into skin. Cold lives in our bones now; we do not recall warmth and until we do,
birth+breathxcreation-hopebirth + breath x creation - hope = death.birth+breathxcreation-hope
born dead man’s breath gone nothing lingers here but creation which is not for long hope does not exist anymore but that is all we do EXIST and barely breathe while doing so we die unexpectedly though it is expected for us to do so and I have picked
these flowers for you and they will die too quietly.
RainRain.Rain
I remember thunderstorms that would roll in during the summer when I was young. When we were off from school, before the days of video games and cable television, summers were filled with work on the farm and time spent out of doors. When the occasional down pour would come it provided a welcome respite from the sunshine and warmth of the monotony of hot summer days. When the heavens would open in the late afternoon, my brothers and I would be positively gleeful.
I spent my summers, in the time before man had walked on the moon, barefoot and bronzed (had s
For example:
Hit me baby one more time... with a penis
Addicted to love... with a penis
Like a virgin... with a penis
I want to be sedated... with a penis
Rock the casbah... with a penis
Jesus loves me... with a penis
And just for you:
Crash into me... with a penis
Dreamed I killed God... with a penis
Digging a ditch... with a penis
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Hold me close, tiny dancer OR Hold me close. Tie me down, sir.
Gyuk huk huk. I like mine better.
JuessoCUTE.
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You piss me off, Salmon... you're too expensive in restaurants.
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You piss me off, Salmon... you're too expensive in restaurants.
Anyway, farewell.
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Blank.
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