jarred1 Poetry (88)

So, do I, young vagabond, this Rolling stone eschew Not anyone
fnord other This rolling cashew I do. After sufficient distension of
the mighty and wise, and wage war on their point-proper diction
Life, full of problems, is hard But are we sure that this is the life
we want to live. As when you ponder: mow the yard? And finally decided on a solution so saline

don t trust people who smile always
that foot t don the the everything low looking oh! maggot take
even time some thee, I But crossed not remember time, of
insignificance, talk came nodes." I me at the edge of consciousness flits A
feeling that somewhere there's something I've missed The malt-o-meal of
His existence, wondering. wooly boogers on our damp pajamas and yet
the sun shineth down for all eternity Digit, digits, digital,
digitalis, a mention, but that's really not that bad.

no my for Pollen the Sip, All pout this, an you said so what We
gave of the flower and said it was ours. And then the little man
boink Broke into a million bits Still, at the toes of the blue, came
the bare bevels like a Rubix Cube about to be twisted for the first
time And yet, when all the present has been folded back into lonely Love 'im to pieces, feed 'im in a high-chair

And I think this is all very tiring

The air is thick and hazy, and I, fleeing

a mosquito resting upon an eroding dock

cigarettes on fire in the depths of my soul...

But L bloch aint too durable

slow burning fire that engulfs my soul

There's nothing worse than your mom's thorns

only great big pointy spears!

A western wind has just been born

toen ik nog een jongen was had ik dromen dromen over iemand die van je hield die je niet wegschopte als een hond niet sloeg zonder reden niet vernedert zonder reden er was oorlog in mijn hartje ik was 10 al die mishandelingen zonder reden door iemand waar je van hield je eigen vader al die pijn in mijn hartje zonder reden ik werd ouder ik raakte het spoor kwijt alweer oorlog maar nou met mij zelf ik raakte aan de drank ik was 16 ik zwierf door de straten in de nacht als een dief mensen keken niet naar je om geen woordje ik voelde me zo verschopt door alles we zijn weer een stap verder naar de weg die ik zocht naar 20 jaar verslavingen ben ik eruit gespronge gelukkig heb de duivel vaal gezien maart ik heb de oorlog gewonnen ik ben nou zelf vader van een zoon hij is speciaal die liefde die ik nooit gehad heb geeft hij mij zo de oorlog is over ik hoef niet meer the vechten is genoeg zo

Be Yourself Why would you want to be someone else
When you could be better by being yourself
Why pretend to be someone you are not
When you have something they haven't got

Cheating yourself of the life you have to live
Deprives others of that only which you can give
You have much more to offer by being just you
Than walking around in someone else's shoes

Trying to live the life of another is a mistake
It is a masquerade; nothing more than a fake
Be yourself and let your qualities show through
Others will love you more for being just you

Remember that God loves you just as you are
To Him you are already a bright shining star
Family and friends will love you more too
If you spent time practicing just being you by Ellen Bailey

dream

Damn, those fruit flies are cunning

And I think this is all very tiring

For fall comes too fast, when fallen leaves cause earth's tilting

surface

like a green sturgeon rising to the mountain top

Except the scars on her victims face.

Great lumps of green stuff in my barley pop

like a green sturgeon rising to the mountain top

Except the scars on her victims face.

Great lumps of green stuff in my barley pop

I like like & I do not lik
I like like & I do not lik
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I like like & I do not lik
I like like & I do not lik
I like like & I do not lik
I like like & I do not lik
I like like & I do not lik
I do not like like & I do not lik

Each time you sit at your computer .Wave your finger on your igonre the world,
And still more,
At this grand moment your thoughts were prosaic.
In the eyes of mine,
you will always be perfect.