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| Terse verse..on a Nova hood...with a soothsayer...somewhere in the woods
Posted: 11/23/2006 10:15:43 PM | What has three ears, walks like Marilyn Monroe, chews cigars, and farts mushroom clouds?
Give up? So do I. Next question: How many rabbits bequeath their pellets to the holy altar?
That one stumps me, too. OK, an easier one: How can you spot a CIA man in a crowd?
He has a price tag hanging from his beard. (A Lenny Bruce joke.) Where's my blue halter? | |
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| The resurrection
Posted: 5/4/2007 2:26:01 AM | oozing from the primorial slime of the 1/2 witted's stunted mind
unknowingly releasing what will prove to be no less than sublime
dedicated to the proposition of twisting every preposition
as we stand back in awe watching it eat it's own regurgitation
clueless jealousy enraged spineless fluid spewing from it's pinhead
I'll show you that a trip down Dante's river isn't only for the dead
you want to see Hell? You have just earned a window seat
how do you like your hemlock? On the rocks or neat?
I'll see you in Hell...but, on a different level
I'll be on the outskirts for the sins of the flesh...you'll be at the core for betrayal
Cowardly cowering into the corner of your worst nightmare
eyelids torn off so that you have no choice but to stare
that constant ringing in your ears is merely your agonizing screams
as the skeletons from your closet join your never ending dream
Compassion was never a word in your soul's vocabulary
eliminating your one shot at purgatory
do not pass go and go straight to Hell
I might be on fire too...but, I wear it well
my attire being nothing more than the brutal truth
and that all being said...all that I have to add is fvck you
 moo | |
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Posted: 5/4/2007 6:40:44 AM | Dante, eh? Hmm...let's see.....
Surprising I'd say, but yet it never ceases to amaze me
Mankind, most seem to enjoy existing
Lacking that wont for kindred spirits and jocularity
Travelling along a joyless plane, empty of humour and mirth
Those empty souls, lost, will forever wander the earth
Never knowing what they miss, never hearing what they could
Till Dante's deepest circle reminds them that they should
A world that only comprises the shallower shoals
It's not irony or mystery that their joy is a bed of coals.
A semi-sublime moo? | |
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Posted: 5/4/2007 8:57:22 AM | some don't have a clue
about the definition of moo, babe
for you dolts that have no clue
this is how simple it is:
Ring.."hello?"
do you want to come fukc me when you get off of work]
"hehehehehe yes...I'll call you"
okay, goodbye
weekend covered by the purity of anti-poetry
in the matter of a few grunts and a matter-of-fact giggleology (look, a new word)
a 10 second phonecall that didn't end prematurely
she's entertained with my fixation of get on me
she wouldn't have even answered my call if she wasn't relaxed
jackass
my type of poetry may not always melt your heart
but, if it pysses you off...that's a start
you need something to plunge that artery?
hand me that pink pipe cleaner, baby
I know you need to relax
jackass
kentucky derby kicks off the triple crown
bluegrass tolerance as I stroll out of town
humming and singing in my pathetic way
ain't good lookin' but, I still get layed
jackass
I hide away in my cave and sis call's me a hermit
...and I can't do anymore biker chics without a permit
it's not the wide-load issue..imagine this..they have to be pretty and have some class
I love women with a beautiful ass....ain't a size restriction
jackass | |
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| The resurrection
Posted: 5/4/2007 9:56:20 AM | violet
dandelion
pastel
rub against them
slowly
absorbing
osmosis
tout le monde | |
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| The resurrection
Posted: 5/4/2007 3:29:06 PM |  I was killed in friendly fire, folks...hahahaha
no worries
Remember the hearse, Rory | |
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| The resurrection
Posted: 5/4/2007 7:34:59 PM | No need for a hearse,
or invoking a curse,
A resurrection,
Without insurrection,
Three cheers,
Bring on the beers,
We're back in the "Dog Pound".
Only problem..I never wrote down that poem you liked,Brawny.
It may be lost forever. | |
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Posted: 5/4/2007 7:46:55 PM | AAHHH, a nice pretty new thread to corrupt.
Hope it all works for ya Brawn.....
(Not Dirrected)
Jerkoff
Much?
had to laugh when I saw the pergitory
mixture of nothing; but brought to life
by the nessesary
limp back to the field
where your put to fuckin sleep
and buried over
by moldy concrete
I'll ya a patch
Posse track burning pure
alcohol driven
mindless
for sure
Love It
and Live It
languish it's shores
but my brilliance shines
by such fucked up
whores.
t
HA. | |
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| The resurrection
Posted: 5/4/2007 8:03:48 PM | come play in my kitchen
take the magic ride
grab your crotch and fly on by
a finger a note
is all it takes
lick the cream from funky cakes
spread the lard and spread the cheese
quick to fly with just a squeeze
so grab your self and climb on board
I baking bread with the pilsbury wh* re
shadowriter | |
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Posted: 5/4/2007 8:55:59 PM | You're like the pied piper, B;)
So now we're back together
Where the Brawnydog has led;
Hey, so now to what are you going
To dedicate this brand new thread?
Stick with the theme of drunks and pervs
Cause you know we need love too?
Whatever it is, at least we know
You'll keep your trademark moo. | |
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Posted: 5/4/2007 9:12:24 PM |
Only problem..I never wrote down that poem you liked,Brawny.
It's no big deal.
I can still feel it.
I'll just start over...
the Indian Princess drinks a handful of water from the stream
that is the moment that there became rainbow trout
her touch blessing the sky and the water created a marvelous image
temples are built by guys like me....shrug | |
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| The resurrection
Posted: 5/5/2007 5:35:45 AM | ode to untitled...
for Amy
How do I love thee?
let me count the ways...
only one
unconditionally
which means whatever and forever
even if you scratch the el camino
can't get the stain out of my favorite shirt
cook my steak too well
we'll still pull the rocking chairs together
my heart is yours and yours is mine
what else could matter?
I rely upon you to be my constant
however our enviroment changes around us
enduring the stress that the commoninity of society abraises us with
you can be sure that I will always make you smile
tenderly, I will massage your heart
never missing a beat that your desire drums
rocking chairs go back and forth
close your eyes and imagine me pushing you in the tree swing
feel the breeze upon your face as your hair grows wild from the pureness
greyness makes you even younger in my eyes
is it possible that I can keep loving you more everyday for ever?
brushing your hair excites me
I long to be your nervous pacifier
braiding our twisted existances into one work of beauty
knowing that when the end comes we will taste the other's last breath
which will simply be a sigh, as always
the clarity that we share allows us unleashed honesty
and you will get the most comfortable rocking chair
pull it closer, please | |
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| The resurrection
Posted: 5/5/2007 5:38:24 AM | ^^^
That was beautiful, B, she's one special lady for sure  | |
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| The resurrection
Posted: 5/5/2007 5:45:31 AM | Okay,I think I have it...
A reposting...just for you,Brawny.
Give to me,
Upon my bed,
A single rose,
Of deepest red.
Give to me,
Upon my face,
A tender kiss,
That I can trace.
Give to me,
Upon my mind,
The purest feelings,
That one can find.
Give to me,
Upon my death,
The words 'I Love You',
With my last breath. | |
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| The resurrection
Posted: 5/5/2007 5:59:52 AM |  You got it! Thanks, love! I really adore that poem!
thanks...yeah...she is sweetness. :D
I don't recall if I dreamt last night
sometimes my subconscious needs a break
from feelings bubbling from the insanity of daylight
just passed out would be my take
moo | |
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Posted: 5/5/2007 2:31:38 PM | Hey Tru, Sweetness wants me to dedicate this thread to something
I think I'll dedicate it to a pining upside down girl cake....
they make their own icing
how many tiers must I suffer
before I can kiss the bride
I've waited my whole life to stuff her
at least put one finger inside
mustache painted with ode to the bride's maid
ten bucks to the hat check girl and you can get laid
ever wonder why your coat smelled like that
when you get home, blame it on the cat | |
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| The resurrection
Posted: 5/5/2007 9:57:19 PM | my muse must not know where I went
I'm here goddess
noone else can dance me into a poem like you
....I miss you
she wanders into my nightmare
turning it into a fairytale
I miss my muse
this is why I'm not allowed to own firearms
ain't nothing going on but the rent
muse was heaven sent
she's waiting to see what I'm gonna do
the answer being: nothing without you
may I have this dance, muse?
the distance to the drive inn divided by pi r 2
study up on your math yet?
multiplied by the number of times that you giggle
(you claim not to giggle)
but, you do
I'm not getting involved with ex again, booboo
so what do you say we go snatch us a pic-n-ic basket
and spread the tablecloth out beside your love
of honey
I'll stick my hand into the hive for you
swelling fingers dripping sweetness
talk about a buzz.......
I don't have to seduce my muse
she simply summons me
and I am running
call for me muse
I long for your inspiration
light my fire and do your incantation
dance for me
the summer is tapping us upon the shoulder...you free? | |
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| The resurrection
Posted: 5/7/2007 9:26:05 AM | A new terseverse yippeeeeeeeee
I seen the beginning...your day start and pee
the carpet your laying upon that thar boat
instead why aren't you out sowing your oats?? | |
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| The resurrection
Posted: 5/7/2007 6:56:14 PM | hahaha enjoy your vacation, hon....
make use of your lack of time...k?
studio portfolio turned out to be weak on felatio
I never could swallow what that photographer had to offer
No, not you....
the one with the hidden camera
totally different agenda
I guess I'll have to suck it up, though.... | |
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| The resurrection
Posted: 5/8/2007 4:58:33 PM | ever get into the mood that you just want to write?
even if noone is ever going to read it?
doesn't that feel good?
to finally be able to read your own mind?
Sometimes, I have to write things down to understand them better. Are you, my friends, the same way?
Writing frees me...and allows memories and feelings to resurface.
good or bad....wherever the writing and feeling goes.
I feel a hell of a lot better than I write....
guess, I better write something, though...
and away we go......
sugartime
that's what I call you
alabama accent
and the southern flag, too
I was just thinking about her...
Her name was Sandy
Hello, darlin
I hope you found someone that loves you as much as I do....
And I have no doubt, that you still love me too
fifteen years or so, I guess
the first time that I looked into your eyes looking back into mine, I will never forget
and the last words as you were leaving...I'll never have better sex.
she was even more sweet than the desserts that she made for me.
but, I digress...
and I have never had better sex...but, just as good
amazing what time does, eh? | |
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| The resurrection
Posted: 5/8/2007 11:56:55 PM | nothing but passion ever comes out of her
eyes, mouth or gesture
her manner whispers of unspoken pleasure
while her aura screams of buried treasure
the greenest of greenest pastures
flat tire during the rat race
bubbles blown float to outer space
cat ran out of mice to eat and flew the coop
after coughing up a furball in my shoe
hounds of the baskerville were never a mystery
scoobie doo and old yeller are the most famous dogs in history
as far as birds go, the big one and tweetie
my favorite quote is "humans are nasty"
spoken from the lips of a true french stripper
who knows not to take her clothes off unless you tip her
we talk about everything from recipes to the big dipper
she's mis-understood by others
but, I sure as hell get her
humans judge, dogs just take a sniff
know what to walk away from, with just one whiff
if we don't want to eat it or fvck it, we still pyss on it
wag our tails and just figure, it's all good entertainment
now, back to the stripper
she truly is just a normal girl
'cept smarter than most, claims she ain't an angel
that is lowering herself down to your level
for $100 dollars you might get a peek
a quick tittie flash or 1/2 an ass cheek
she is young, beautiful...and knows that most men are pigs
the only reason that she ended up with that gig
they pick her up in a leathered limo
she's a movie star, for all you know
some women get jealous, and some women get pyssed
their looks not good enough, or with their dignity obsessed
either way, you still end up undressed
begging to be turned upside down, screaming "spank me until I confess"
now, tell me who the real whore is
she's just a girl, you're just a bytch
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Posted: 5/9/2007 7:05:56 PM | communistic divisions of my lower intestines
I'm gonna eat gizzards with hot sauce again
chew them for an hour and they still give me gas
and tomorrow, the hot sauce will really burn my ass | |
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| Terse Verse on a Purse with the Curse of Patty Hearst
Posted: 5/9/2007 7:39:11 PM | TERSE VERSE ON A PURSE WITH THE CURSE OF PATTY HEARST
scoobie doo and old yeller are the most famous dogs in history
Don't forget about Rin Tin Tin and Lassie,
Sometimes in heat but always classy;
Pointers and Setters paw each other in the doghouse
And stroke and excite the wet sleeping mouse. | |
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