Friday, May 6, 2011

The Only One Who Knows My True Worth is My Neigbors Dog Lucky

perhaps he knows i am fucked broke unlucky..

Hand And Feet of A Beggar Poet

My Poems Are Written In Blood

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power bubbles
soap suds
memories
inundated
tears and flood
a hope
turned out
to be a dud
hit in the belly
the groins
fell flat
in the mud
a squeak
a whimper
a soundless thud

Only Poets Can Fly Without Wings

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bleeding feet
oh death
where is thy sting
as i go
round and round
and round the ring
searching for life
hereafter among
all things as life
on this fucked
planet gives me no
solace sweet nothing
even singh is controlled
by a remote a singh
who is no king
scam corruption
grows in his back
garden the common
man takren for a ride
what a fling
zenitude and zing
nothing but pain
more pain
it brings
man a monkey
from one swing
to another swing

This Dog Asked Me Why I Keep Falling in Love On The Internet

And for the fuck time I had no fucking answer...

Bleeding Feet Of The Blogger

The Story Of Man Is Written In Blood

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