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- Fans at allpoetry
Don't be afraid to become one
- Lungs at allpoetry
Never one(s) to share, hot air,
and molding tossed ecclairs - Liver at allpoetry
By the time I developed a taste for it,
living had been poisoned, abandoned - Ten Fucked Up Things The American Government Does Not want You To Know at allpoetry
1. You know those nice Indians that saved the pilgrim’s asses
that first Thanksgiving? Well, the American government not long - If it was about feeling "new", we wouldn't get old enough to know the difference at allpoetry
If it was about a king, or queen
It wold have worked by now - Your Days Are Longer Than Years Venus at allpoetry
It burns in such strange ways, your love
Crushing solids to liquids - God at allpoetry
For Nadine - Genuine at allpoetry
The books have taken me somewhere else
Like the drugs, and my family curse - Secret America at allpoetry
They believe in anything:
Televisions, celebrities - Babble On at allpoetry
I know they stuck you too
Through your palms with iron flair - Devil Goat at allpoetry
I bet you think that you're heaven bound.
Since you filed your horns down - In The City at allpoetry
In the city, cold and shitty, grey, no aptitude
All I want is too nod off on you - Binoculars at allpoetry
When grandmother passed
I had to score a bag - Someone You Knew at allpoetry
Young Patrick was charming
A hot Go-Go dancer - Shamu's Bent Fin (Brought to you by Bussiney Land, And Semen World) at allpoetry
To my Dearest of Fuck Whistles;
- Cambodian Death Cream at allpoetry
Is hot fire
It haunts my mind like a school girl, - The Killers at allpoetry
I could talk about how good these guys are, in a way that makes me pretty pissed off - State at allpoetry
When you learn how to turn a liquid into an oxygen, you learn how - Star at allpoetry
Realize, becoming a celebrity is just being heard in a light that you have - Adam at allpoetry
You call it the way we mix I'll call it quit fucking with me - Nitrous Oxide & Other Gasses at allpoetry
I thought writing about gas would be amusing Since, well, you take it for granted every day - Laughing Gas at allpoetry
You will laugh At how uncomfortably funny - Hooked at allpoetry
They talk of skin and angles, but they were born of slight money, - Rent at allpoetry
Like a well fed dog you skinny up on the porch - Jaren Millard (Beautician) at allpoetry
Just think... Of all the ways to die - Antecedents at allpoetry
Like the OSS I have built a nasty pile of fuck - I Just Grew Fond Of Texas at allpoetry
The World Court does not remember the Alamo, - Literaturopolis at allpoetry
I opened a book store where all of my friends could Walk through the halls of my travels, and own the - To Walk at allpoetry
Walk the even (straight) path,and your muscles and mind will adapt to course - Stink Finger at allpoetry
There was so much miasma around your pointer That when you went to spark your action? - The Devil Has His Mother's Eyes at allpoetry
The devil has his mother's eyes Doesn't drink, don't smoke, that's some disguise - Only in a Dream (DMT & LSD) at allpoetry
Take a listen http://iacmusic.com/songs.aspx?SongID=54186&ArtistID=9993 - The Venice Beach Situation at allpoetry
I arrived in Venice on some particular day in some particular month that I care to not - Just Keep Me In You at allpoetry
There is a brief moment during a terrifying storm when everything becomes clear. That is the eye. - Swear at allpoetry
If I could stop it, I would Yes, I'd end it like a pencil - Fucked at allpoetry
Fucked, an interactive novel by the kid you never really knew, but liked to think you did . - Sacrifi(c)ed at allpoetry
I come up too quickly; these days - - are for stories and specialized drinking - Depends On The Orgasm at allpoetry
From: Bond Girl Seeks 007 Date: Oct 31, 2007 3:29 PM - Angela's Umbrellas at allpoetry
She keeps her butterflies Experimentally fixed - An Ode To Fiery Druids With Water & Leaf Eyes at allpoetry
Oh Druid witch What have you done to my heart? - Laid at allpoetry
I put my mouth around it So many times, and tugged... - Telescopictured at allpoetry
You certainly have a thing for organs The harvest moon is blood & gold - Fuck Allpoetry, And Fuck You; This poem is about love at first sight on the internet at allpoetry
To Fallow; Have you ever thought you were going completely mad, and although - Remotely Detected Absurder at allpoetry
The gun had no bullets Your mind has no refrain - It's The Drugs & The Sex... at allpoetry
The drugs and the sex / I still got the crucifix that you left / around my neck / The money, the sweet cash / I remember when you fucked all my friends, / and stole my stash. / So tell me what you see when yo - Your War on Terror is a War on You at allpoetry
Here's some quick math, because A. I think you're a bit high on what Americans think is freedom: / 1. You are not innocent until proven guilty unless you have the money and collateral for bail and a good lawyer, otherw - American Healthcare at allpoetry
Does not exist / However, when I look at / my weekly wages and deductions / It makes me think that it does / Because right after the / Federal government takes a third, / and the State takes their sixth, / and t - Howl at The Moon at allpoetry
horus8 / Mon, 2 July 2007 / 8:30 PM at / Howl at The Moon / Genre: Experimental Rock / Where: 100 Universal City Plaza / Geographical Location Universal - Memories Of Darfur at allpoetry
Some say that Darfur is an evil place. / Full of warlords, criminals, and CIA operatives / Prostitutes with AIDS strangely lacking condoms, and / tapwater that comes with Dysentary and toothless smiles, / But there's - Press at allpoetry
More people should take pictures / of Africans and Caucasions holding hands, / and less pictures of celebrities holding awards, / and terrorists with irrelevant demands / Because love is not make believe. - Corporate Note (The Magic Memo) at allpoetry
" Kevin / 13 minutes ago / Processed your order for 6 month gold for user horus8. Thanks for your support! / ? Reply, History, Delete" / Yeah, somehow in the back of my mind? / I really feel "suppo - Jack Parsons Is not Some Cartoon at allpoetry
http: / iacmusic.com / songs.aspx?SongID=42480&ArtistID=9993 / She's got Fontana tattood on her thigh / In Cucamunga I came with the alibi / It was Pomona that finally sucked me dry / I said "Come on let's get out o - The Screaming Fucking Eagles of Freedom. at allpoetry
The Screaming Fucking Eagles of freedom. / they love screaming, they love fucking, they love freedom, / and they believe in eagles... You can tell by their muscle shirts, / mullets, and their inate ability to make moons - On Nietzche's Smooth Face Long Beard at allpoetry
There is contempt / A shrew wit, an appetite / Saliva thrice past acid / Notieriety, money, position / The dragon shares its blood / It's gold and you teach / the Shen~Ring / You (h)ate the world, / and you (h - Consume at allpoetry
There was a time when a man that made chairs needed to eat / so he traded them too a man that grew corn that had to sit down / Don't be fooled by money -- it has nothing to do with necessities. / Brought - There's Not a Damn Thing Funny at allpoetry
There's not a damn thing funny / about our president / And where is all the money? / There goes retirement / Even the ambulance chasers / Can't catch a settlement / I know, I know, I know / If there's a God? - Lyndsey Lohan's Drug Dealer Is My Favorite Matador at allpoetry
. / A / single / - Bottom of Language at allpoetry
Goddamned if you weren't somebody's baby / Even when you were not mine / Estranged and fundamentally vague / When you ordered bizarre concoctions / at the break of dawn and sunbathed naked in traffic / was right abo - Mexican Copper at allpoetry
And I am white, / But... See the cactus / I am of that too / And my mother is an Indian, / but I am white / I am white like you / The summer brings out the snake / Fire, water, earth, air: I use them / all, an - Ceramic at allpoetry
Sharon took the earth / And kicked out love and shit... / Dynamic, glossy, mother of pearl / She is dead, Sharon / Sharon is dead / Swallowed by the clay / The breath of God / And I am her son's son / I am con - Bela Lugosi's Shelves at allpoetry
The wood was fresh fir / Straight and warm to the nose / Garage light brought moth to blight / back into the blackest of air / and Love, you are no where to be found. / but where I left you is sweet still to my mind - Potty Training at allpoetry
Ray Charles pops onto the iTunes as my son
Cyrus plays under my shaky cheap telescope. - Is Jehova On Crack , Or Was That Chicago? at allpoetry
Massive telephone poles wobble in the wind
And there is no jacket for this polar bullshit - I'm a Jizm Smeared Tiger Eye Poet With 666 Comments at allpoetry
1. The ridiculous notion of entitlement
And reward even exists at this site. - Eleven Reasons For Love at allpoetry
I. Children are the purest teachers
capable even of walking on water, - Shifty, But Not Damp Yet From The Porno at allpoetry
In the continuance of numbers, colors and desire
I vow to not fly alone out against the queen mother - Lattitudes I'll Not, or Falter at allpoetry
I have come here alone again
Against the tribe of of sulphur and dizzy - Going Back To Hell at allpoetry
Please vote every week till this thing is over, I must get back
http://www.artistpr.com/bandvote.php?PHPSESSID=408145cc46eac7acf51c6b9d895c - Babalon Working or How Jack Parson's Helped Me Love The Bomb (A Treatise) at allpoetry
I was born August 7th, 1974 in the year of the tiger.
I will not tell you the hour because my rising sign is my secret. - Eden at allpoetry
Out there beyond the white water and foam
Far from shipwrecked gallies and whalers - Jack Parson's Laboratory at allpoetry
They say I am Jack
Come back - Some Liberty at allpoetry
Upon release from jail
And dreamt hot bath - Hotel Rimbaud at allpoetry
Lets have another night in hotels
Where everyone comes away - Fucked Fast Freedom at allpoetry
I must have known where I've gone
I surely had where I've been - Coyote at allpoetry
Down from the million dollar hills
Across the boulevard of broken dreams - Isis at allpoetry
Oh mother what have you done! But
Tipped the planet with contraction - Elemental Spout at allpoetry
My mother; part aryan,
and indian. Enmity of self
