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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 8, 2017 3:41:26 GMT -5
its hard to be humble...that freaking poem was !
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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 10, 2017 9:40:34 GMT -5
sword wielding madmen soaked in blood and sweat they savage the land the women and the pious Viking they are called their axes raised high they take slaves for the eastern markets and the gold they keep seeking bounty they roam the seas and land blood is their legacy and death their calling hard men they be and their lives often short ale and meat meant and ale and women, warm and pliant Odin be their God and Thor be their guide Killing and plunder their trade their lives depend on the edge of their blade and the world still exists beneath their fearful shade
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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 13, 2017 1:50:50 GMT -5
its so krazy out there everything so mixed up and confusing never enough money never enough energy never enough trust it gets a bit darker every day or so it seems traffic more congested to much of life spent in cars or perhaps not enough just get in and drive drive to get away the illusion of freedom where nothing is free and takers lurk behind each smiling face sometimes the really pretty ones too but what to do lose yourself in the jungle the human masses the festering humanity could be nothing more than a contagion on the face of an otherwise perfect planet though to be honest we try to consume each other first before we try to kill the earth maybe im just a bit depressed so damn much to suppress behind my smile so sad the inner child
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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 26, 2017 3:06:23 GMT -5
what does it mean these mysteries this strange life I wish I knew it is all so amazing like a love song by the King art at a high level that's what life is I suppose but I doubt it all maybe its just to much for tomorrow may forsake us leave us stranded in death or sick and unable to enjoy so celebrate while you can there is no need for a plan dreams will take you where you need to go even if its somewhere far, far, so very far away
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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 26, 2017 3:07:39 GMT -5
I hope poetry means something...you know?
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Post by themirrorthief on Jan 12, 2018 2:59:12 GMT -5
the whispers were haunting they came at night very late at night and kept him awake even when he couldnt quite hear them he knew they were there thats the way it is with whispers they come during the quiet times making it difficult to sleep so fatigue sets in one almost has to listen they insist and refuse to desist and so dreams are replaced slumber displaced and the haunting continues it does not stop the whispers always there and turning me into something but I cant say what and the whispers arent telling oh hell no
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Post by themirrorthief on Jan 12, 2018 3:00:13 GMT -5
double perspective...why not
creepy, very creepy
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Post by themirrorthief on Jan 12, 2018 3:03:27 GMT -5
Im a confident poet...Im not sure if I care if anyone likes or dislikes it...I just know it burns right through my brain and fingers so its all good
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Post by themirrorthief on Jan 12, 2018 3:04:39 GMT -5
insomnia sure does things to ya
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Post by themirrorthief on Jan 23, 2018 23:02:33 GMT -5
have I decided to be a preacher or maybe a teacher Ive started to gather a flock tho no one is in the fold I dont have much to offer just a ton of things I learned the freaking HARD way and I admit Im dumb as a rock and my head is harder but I feel compelled to turn you away from hell and maybe even Wal Mart that would be the hardest part cause I go there too I like to cure my blues check out new tennis shoes but thats all beside the point like bogarting a joint so I will gather my christian soldiers put them on my shoulders but I admits my limits dont hang me on a cross that would freaking hurt and Im so fond of my butt rather grovel in satans dirt after all thats where you go to seek and save the lost and the tossed
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Post by themirrorthief on Feb 24, 2018 23:24:18 GMT -5
I need to get more done I wish I knew what to do about it all of it I need more time I need to get organized crap, I need handlers but im broke always I don't really know cant say for sure a bit confused somewhat overused let me think it over and over and over I need a leader cant forget to pay that fine or that car payment or the electric bill and all that other stuff it doesn't get easier you just get older and older every day but what the heck even if I died tonight the world would keep on going and the earth would keep spinning go figure
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Post by themirrorthief on Feb 24, 2018 23:26:19 GMT -5
Im a confident poet...Im not sure if I care if anyone likes or dislikes it...I just know it burns right through my brain and fingers so its all good Im not confident at anything I do...but I try hard...really
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Post by themirrorthief on Mar 1, 2018 3:44:58 GMT -5
How old is the Spinx as old as time? older than the Egyptians who changed the face in tribute to Pharoh the mighty monument to a forgotten people noble and proud conquering the ages the greatest work of the first ones and surviving still immune to the centuries unfazed when Napoleons soldiers used its face for cannon practice fortunately they missed mostly thus it remains noble and ghostly the father of time the ultimate creation save for man
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Post by themirrorthief on Mar 9, 2018 5:01:44 GMT -5
I dreamed of clear blue sky deep forest green and trembling crystal streams but all my my lovely dreams and fantasies were about you your soft kiss and brightly glistening eyes your perfect lips and expertly sculpted nose your show white flesh and pretty smile when I drift away into my self I turn back upon those times when laughter came without effort and tears flowed like a river when you hurt me or always when you hurt yourself and the pain comes but this is an ode to beauty and thus I bow to that holy endowment to lowly mankind
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Post by themirrorthief on Mar 16, 2018 14:05:08 GMT -5
they did it so well those writers of the recent past Howard, Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Crane, Twain, Poe, and Emily not to mention Stevenson, Burroughs, and Clark Ashton Smith. and so many others something died when television came along Im not sure what Im not sure why Im not even sure that was the cause no matter I suspect but change happens and happenings change have you lost yourself in Harry Potter lately? or Fifty Shades of Gray? I actually liked that last one the movie I mean cause its so damned modern but alas the best days are gone read any good books lately? read anything lately? have they written any good books lately?
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