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Category:
Poetry › Free Verse
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
16
Views:
690
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of poetry. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Rose Bush Boogie
My heart's pounding
Mind's races
I pull no punches but from my sleeves
ACES
But This Surely Isn't A Flush
It don't bother me no more,
What used to rattle me to the core .
Him in the same bed?
It was supposed to be over
Well at least now I know why you don't care how late I stay out anymore.
Arrogant I can stomach
Ignorant I suppose isn't the worst
But BOTH?!?!
He still says NIGGER!!
And means it!!
He thinks that he's back, but doesn't realize that...
Fuck it.
If you wanna waste your life on this redneck hillbilly...
Who am I to stop you.
Just don't cry to me when he fucks you over...
AGAIN
I need to get laid
There I said it...again
'Cause at this point the
Carnality and the
Carnage
The Erotic and the
Psychotic
Are blending to one
Perfect Dirty
Blood
Red
H A Z E
That I can almost not
Think Past
Oh but let me describe the beauty of that blending
The Pink Fuzzies of lust (or is it love?)
Fed upon desire
Hunger for contact
4 beauty and...
beauty and...
beauty and... Fuck it...beauty
But every rose has it's thorn tsay.say.
And my rose was a brier bush
And the dirt was the hatred and anger that i'd been breeding my life-long
Everytime i bled over someone
A little black would mix with the pink, with the love lust
Till eventually the pink became
Red and the Red
Blood
A n d the blood b e ca me
HATE
But I'm not all black and hate yet.
No I will not have it
I must first F U C K.
Then R U N.
I must first impart at least part of my
P A I N
To those who gave it to me
No Fuck it...
P A I N...
For the
I n n o c e n t
Because
NO ONE
is innocent
No one can be innocent
-Realizes that he said all this aloud...
And Laughs-
Itz cumin bak tu me now
how tu rite
how tu let thu thots Flo
Witowt gifin cair tu wut anewun mite tink
If they even think at all
If I do
But it's all for naught in the end anyway
Even though there is no
End
No beginning means No End
Because what doesn't exist can't begin, and therefor
END
Though I think we all do exist.
We're music...
Each one his own note
Each one her own voice
We all sound the same note
All our lives
We alltogether form a harmony
All our lives
And all this reincarnation bullshit is just our old note echoing back
Sounding slightly different for the long trip there and back.
God
Buddha
Jehova
Yahwe
Alla
Whatever you call the powerat bat be
They're the conductor...
Deciding which note sounds when and for how long.
And sometimes I feel like the dischord...the
Anti-harmony...
If you will.
Mind's races
I pull no punches but from my sleeves
ACES
But This Surely Isn't A Flush
It don't bother me no more,
What used to rattle me to the core .
Him in the same bed?
It was supposed to be over
Well at least now I know why you don't care how late I stay out anymore.
Arrogant I can stomach
Ignorant I suppose isn't the worst
But BOTH?!?!
He still says NIGGER!!
And means it!!
He thinks that he's back, but doesn't realize that...
Fuck it.
If you wanna waste your life on this redneck hillbilly...
Who am I to stop you.
Just don't cry to me when he fucks you over...
AGAIN
I need to get laid
There I said it...again
'Cause at this point the
Carnality and the
Carnage
The Erotic and the
Psychotic
Are blending to one
Perfect Dirty
Blood
Red
H A Z E
That I can almost not
Think Past
Oh but let me describe the beauty of that blending
The Pink Fuzzies of lust (or is it love?)
Fed upon desire
Hunger for contact
4 beauty and...
beauty and...
beauty and... Fuck it...beauty
But every rose has it's thorn tsay.say.
And my rose was a brier bush
And the dirt was the hatred and anger that i'd been breeding my life-long
Everytime i bled over someone
A little black would mix with the pink, with the love lust
Till eventually the pink became
Red and the Red
Blood
A n d the blood b e ca me
HATE
But I'm not all black and hate yet.
No I will not have it
I must first F U C K.
Then R U N.
I must first impart at least part of my
P A I N
To those who gave it to me
No Fuck it...
P A I N...
For the
I n n o c e n t
Because
NO ONE
is innocent
No one can be innocent
-Realizes that he said all this aloud...
And Laughs-
Itz cumin bak tu me now
how tu rite
how tu let thu thots Flo
Witowt gifin cair tu wut anewun mite tink
If they even think at all
If I do
But it's all for naught in the end anyway
Even though there is no
End
No beginning means No End
Because what doesn't exist can't begin, and therefor
END
Though I think we all do exist.
We're music...
Each one his own note
Each one her own voice
We all sound the same note
All our lives
We alltogether form a harmony
All our lives
And all this reincarnation bullshit is just our old note echoing back
Sounding slightly different for the long trip there and back.
God
Buddha
Jehova
Yahwe
Alla
Whatever you call the powerat bat be
They're the conductor...
Deciding which note sounds when and for how long.
And sometimes I feel like the dischord...the
Anti-harmony...
If you will.