I used to write poetry,But seldom had love to read it.That squarely makes mea two-faced, goddamned hypocrite. I wrote a bolus of verse,Asked my cafe friend to read it.He said it was shit, asked me who I read.Told him I didn’t need it. Offended, I asked whyHis opinion wasn’t so inviting,Without a pause he askedBy …
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In the Valley In the Fold
How do we know god exists? We cannot see god, but we can see the evidence of god. Is cleavage boobs? No, cleavage is not boobs. We cannot see boobs. But we know boobs exist because cleavage exists. “Ah!” you say, “what about butt? Butt has cleavage!” That is true and good. We cannot see …
conquerors
youth-dreams of hobbled by addictions afflictions scream away from selfsame death of normality this-is-our-life deluded we run our present we ruin our future old-screams without health no thing hobbled by limp gimp backbreak neckache give me pain no peace no life wait life yes feel something some thing with this good shit we can be …