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plastic is hard to get rid ofwith global warming  and all,  i am always stunned to see so much  
plastic - so degradingly- on the beaches of this  planet.  it disgusts me  scares me,  makes me stay away  
from the pretty banks of white sand  meeting the tossing blue,  but  no one wants to swim in a sea full of plastic...  it is a reminder of how people are  and how bad the world is really getting,  i can't help but question it  as i scan my eyes across all the junk floating about,  lying around...  i feel like walking up to them  and telling them all to go home  with their mani plastic is hard to get rid of
the man poemthe man poem   
one day i wanted to know what it would be like to be a man.  so i took a ripe banana and put it in my pants.  all the butterflies, rainbows, and monkeys vanished in dismay and i was disillusioned to the world...  
in the end all that was left was a squishy banana in my pants..   
THE END the man poem
S0b3rI drink myself to sleep   
So I will not have to weep   
So I won't have to think about it   
cuz when I do my mind turns to shit   
A desperate way to escape the pain   
A foolish way to keep myself sane   
A alternative way to forget whats real   
But someday I would like to feel   
Sober S0b3r
chargeThere is that sound flying by me  I hear that high sound  And the boom that follows  
The star man told me and my flock to run  We jumped the stone walls  I think I running now  Why is everybody going to sleep  Is this fog around me  
My eyes burn  Something bit my leg  The world is spinning  Why is the sky ahead of me  Everything is a blur  What is this red cross floating above my head  I can feel the wind beneath my body  Wait turn around I'm going the wrong way  What is that sound  It is a loud sound  
It is bellowing and echoing around me  Where charge
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IrritationMy unfriendly thoughts had spawned from a most irritating gesture  Come quietly is what I had heard  But to follow  That is not quite what I had pictured     So soon as they did fight  In that attempt to take control  I had realized I understand far more  Than they could ever know     So I stand back quiet and anxious I wait  It is all I have ever had to do  The rest is simply fate     So cry as you might if you hold me in question  For every trauma you have ever been through  When the truth is  Those demons        You Irritation
Continuity of HELLO FAITHYou took a whisper and you  
called it a nail   
You hung your life on it   
YOUHUNGYOURLIFEONITYou left it by the door  
to be worn  
 
later that evening...  You ran your HAND through it   
You'd spin your DEATH from it, eventually  taking a silence  
 
You made it a sail, moved your vessel with it  You ran your HAND through it  YOUHUNGYOURLIFEONIT   
You were a whisper and someone  
called you  
a nail Continuity of HELLO FAITH
LoveI often hear such praise for love.  A feeling with no thought thereof.  To think so kind of such a thing.  Is but to not have felt its sting.   
For love I find does not exist.  It masquerades as that and this.  In fools who dance with not a care.  And little going on upstairs.   
Perhaps you think I may be bitter.  For thinking ill of such a flitter.  But when the feeling's not returned.  It's hard to hide where love has burned.   
And so fair lovers of the land.  Who walk so happy hand in hand.  Give thought to we who are exempt.  With love for nothing Love
Vanity's FableIn the dark as shadows cast over the chair,  i look upon the vanity table.  White painted faces appear from thin air,  as i recall when i was able.   
As i rest my soul upon this steady chair.  As i recall when you were nearer,  the cold truth i breathe out turns to vapor air.  The reflection slowly peeling away the mirror.   
The shards of glass crack, crumble, and break,  now before me two hollow eyes.  My body swallowed by transgression begins to ache,  every fiber of my being silently cries.   
I run a finger down my face,  my skin falls to dust.  As i re Vanity's Fable
The Stage LightsAn Actress is to act in order to survive   
In order to live, to be   
So she does her roles rather well.   
Collecting and giving energy to better a soul   
When she is false with you, you can't help but see honest love   
IMAGE   
One that you had created   
One that you had made alive   
She is an actress   
What she does is act   
In order to live, to be   
So when she touches your skin   
She sends electricity   
She breathes feelings to the end of your nerves   
Softly and slowly kisses away your do The Stage Lights
MondaysYour days may be mundane save my days are extravagent hours  No matter the moment I am producing enjoyment in every way Mondays
FreedomHello,  My name is freedom;  I'm older than most of you remember.   
I represent a lot of things,  Free speech,  Free art,  Free man,  But I am constantly suppressed.   
Some say you have to suppress me.  Others claim that I should be allowed to roam free.  No matter what your opinion,  I have never been allowed to reach my full potential.   
Since the dawn of my time,  I have been shut down,  Bound,  Censored.  My ideas thrown away,  Painted over,  Smashed to pieces.  I have been hung on the noose,  Stoned by the crowd,  Ex Freedom
HonestyPerhaps my wit is biting.  My reputation frightening.  My poetry enlightening.  Is that not what you'd expect.   
I've a lack of care for tact.  It is a matter of a fact.  My retribution is exact.  An avant garde of disrespect.   
But do not fear my tongue.  For no word is left unsung.  You lack sight, for you are young.  But later on, you'll see the joke.   
And on that fateful day.  When humility lacks sway.  You shall understand my way.  And think of me, an honest bloke. Honesty
InkPressing down my pen on paper  And beginning my imaginary caper  A game of mine that never ceases  On those infinite little creases   
The pen is cold to my page  But the ink is warm to my touch  It flows for near an age  This is my personality crutch   
Each line is an expression  From happiness to depression  I look down on all that I've written  And smile, completely smitten   
It has purpose, meaning and symbolized inflection  Look  closely and see the prosody  For from far away you don't my true direction  This shall always be my OCD Ink
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Drowning.Death  Fills my lungs  My ears  Clouds my eyes  
Waving arms  Through its cold embrace  So icy, blue  So heavy  
Lower and lower  Into the dark jaws  Life trickling  In a stream of shiny bubbles  Out of my nose  The light waving  Farewell  The last bubble  
Happily rises  I smile  
Turn around  
And hug death's cold shoulders  
On the bottom of the sea. Drowning.
The flow of a Two by TwoThe rush of wind  the flush of mankind  this shit is intertwined  
 
my blood flowing  the intensity growing  my nervousness showing   
Make a mistake,  
and you just might end up cake  like the flat end of a rake   
But in case you succeed  you'll gain the lead  without having to bleed   
Wether your alone  you still have to atone  go to the zone, dont forget to wear cologne   
its matters not if you are great  just do it before its too late  because you can't change fate   
just have fun. The flow of a Two by Two
Canterbury Intro1  Along their merry way,   they were prepared a great stay   at the brother of the knight's castle,   and his lady swore it was no hassle.  5 His brother was a knight as well, brave and strong,   but since he was younger, was teased all night long.   To help with retorts was his daughter, mischievous and loud.   She went against traditions and of the fact was proud.   In her father's footsteps she wished to follow  10 an idea her mother would not swallow.   So dressed in colors of green and blue   (and other clothes of noble hue),  & Canterbury Intro
IF I HAD TO SUMMARIZE MY CHARS
Pain inside the glandsNeed some holes  through my bones  need some air  through my hair  A small amount of you  or something I can screw  Your soul -- bright blue,  or hard as a bamboo.  Shit, I wanna die..  Or fly throughout the sky  Fuck, I wanna live,  Something to achieve.  Thanatos, you're mine.  Chilly on my spine,  Lead me to your window,  Give me your own "lindow"  Fill me up with drugs  Take me out of plugs  Give me LSD,  Then, we can agree.  Leave alone her arm,  She does not have charm  Stop lying to me,  Drown me in the see.  Take me Pain inside the glands
Curio the CityCome away with me to see the city  Under the bridges and through tunnels  Rivers blue with waters warm  Into the depths of dreams we run  Over the mountains and across the seas  Seeing sights of life and fated fabrics unseen  I can hear the people laughing my dear  Tonight their hearts are warmed with cheer  Year after year, many will come to Curio   
 ~City that killed the Cat Curio the City
Writer's BlockOh how I loathe the writer's curse.  This lack of inspiration.  
The interrupted sense of verse.  That deters my dedication.   
So many poems I could write.  Yet here I boldly sit.  To try against all odds to type.  Some epitome of wit.   
But who would care for poetry.  So fraught with desperation.  When stanza first and stanza third.  Share such a close formation.   
What is a poet meant to do.  When his sense of rhyme lacks power.  No inspiration shining through.  Nor wordplay to devour.   
For now with so much time to kill.  I but wish Writer's Block
I WonderI Wonder  By Simon Thomson   
He was walking with a shuffle  Dressed in a long gray duffle  And He sloped in to a bar where I was drinking  Then, standing by my side  Smelling like something died  He told me just what it was that he was thinking.   
His life appeared disjointed  As at a photograph he pointed  Depicting five people standing silent, in a row  The middle one his mother  The others sisters and brother  In a field amongst the crops they used to grow   
His life, now art in phrase  His words would you amaze  If he sat around an talked to I Wonder

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