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    The flies are angry bits of life;
    why are they so angry?
    it seems they want more,
    it seems almost as if they
    are angry
    that they are flies;
    it is not my fault;
    I sit in the room
    with them
    and they taunt me
    with their agony;
    it is as if they were
    loose chunks of soul
    left out of somewhere;
    I try to read a paper
    but they will not let me
    be;
    one seems to go in half-circles
    high along the wall,
    throwing a miserable sound
    upon my head;
    the other one, the smaller one
    stays near and teases my hand,
    saying nothing,
    rising, dropping
    crawling near;
    what god puts these
    lost things upon me?
    other men suffer dictates of
    empire, tragic love…
    I suffer
    insects…
    I wave at the little one
    which only seems to revive
    his impulse to challenge:
    he circles swifter,
    nearer, even making
    a fly-sound,
    and one above
    catching a sense of the new
    whirling, he too, in excitement,
    speeds his flight,
    drops down suddenly
    in a cuff of noise
    and they join
    in circling my hand,
    strumming the base
    of the lampshade
    until some man-thing
    in me
    will take no more
    unholiness
    and I strike
    with the rolled-up-paper -
    missing! -
    striking,
    striking,
    they break in discord,
    some message lost between them,
    and I get the big one
    first, and he kicks on his back
    flicking his legs
    like an angry whore,
    and I come down again
    with my paper club
    and he is a smear
    of fly-ugliness;
    the little one circles high
    now, quiet and swift,
    almost invisible;
    he does not come near
    my hand again;
    he is tamed and
    inaccessible; I leave
    him be, he leaves me
    be;
    the paper, of course,
    is ruined;
    something has happened,
    something has soiled my
    day,
    sometimes it does not
    take man
    or a woman,
    only something alive;
    I sit and watch
    the small one;
    we are woven together
    in the air
    and the living;
    it is late
    for both of us.
    Someday, I hope to be the person my dogs think I am.

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    So you're saying if PSP hit "enter" after every 3rd or 5th word... he'd be a poet?
    Quote Originally Posted by pinkshirtphotos View Post
    Doesn't matter what noise she makes because her eyes are hazel and her skin glows like morning sky. If you haven't already noticed that goes well with the kick dirt in the air grimace expression.

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    filthy rascist JohnE's Avatar
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    O that we now had here
    But one ten thousand of those men in England
    That do no work to-day!

    What's he that wishes so?
    My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
    If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
    To do our country loss; and if to live,
    The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
    God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
    By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
    Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
    It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
    Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
    But if it be a sin to covet honour,
    I am the most offending soul alive.
    No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
    God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
    As one man more methinks would share from me
    For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
    Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
    That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
    Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
    And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
    We would not die in that man's company
    That fears his fellowship to die with us.
    This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
    He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
    Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
    And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
    He that shall live this day, and see old age,
    Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
    And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
    Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
    And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
    Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
    But he'll remember, with advantages,
    What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
    Familiar in his mouth as household words-
    Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
    Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
    Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
    This story shall the good man teach his son;
    And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
    From this day to the ending of the world,
    But we in it shall be remembered-
    We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
    For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
    Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
    This day shall gentle his condition;
    And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
    Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
    And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
    That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
    Last edited by JohnE; 02-27-2013 at 11:56 AM.
    Someday, I hope to be the person my dogs think I am.

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    Gentle Summer's breeze
    Wafting sunlight fills my senses
    Golden plains
    No cumbersome fences

    Feel the grass
    Between your toes
    Hot and brittle
    In endless rows

    Winking, blinking,
    Through the light
    Comes another
    A welcome sight

    From the blinding fire
    A slow steady pace
    My arms have been waiting
    There is no race

    His eyes meet mine
    And mine meet his
    And that's when I knew
    I win.
    Last edited by skibunny24; 02-27-2013 at 02:45 PM.
    Quote Originally Posted by pinkshirtphotos View Post
    Doesn't matter what noise she makes because her eyes are hazel and her skin glows like morning sky. If you haven't already noticed that goes well with the kick dirt in the air grimace expression.

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    Quoting Longfellow or Shakespeare smells like butt,
    romantic prose can lick my nutz,
    copy pasta is far worse,
    not even a close call,
    haiku for the win - y'all..
    Stop trying to fix stupid, and smile for the batshiitcrazy.
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    "drugged out of a hole by my side burns fashioned." [PSP]

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    I've met some people along the way,
    Some of them split some of them stay,
    Some of them walk some walk on by,
    I've got a few friends I'll love till I die
    From all of these people I try to learn,
    Some of them shine some of them burn,
    Some of them rise some of them fall,
    For good or bad I've known them all
    Go that way, really fast. If something gets in your way, turn.

    http://www.youtube.com/MrICEBALL585

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    Ride like the wind
    With my best friend
    Her ears flop back
    Around the next bend

    Over logs, between cedars
    Drifting dirt corners with ease
    Send it over mounds of dirt
    Sweat cool in the breeze

    A bark of joy
    A shifting gear
    Something tells me
    Spring is near.




    That more your speed?
    Quote Originally Posted by pinkshirtphotos View Post
    Doesn't matter what noise she makes because her eyes are hazel and her skin glows like morning sky. If you haven't already noticed that goes well with the kick dirt in the air grimace expression.

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    Winnah, winnah,
    Chicken dinnah!
    Tact is for people not witty enough to be sarcastic.

    Wrench

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    Eat fast loser.

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    There once was a man from nantucket....
    Quote Originally Posted by demo 9 View Post
    Why are you sad? dont you like fuzzy cuffs? i love them, me and my turbo'd monkey use them!

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    What is with this, rhymes and ****????

    Just ****in win it
    I am not saying we kill all the stupid people, I am just saying we should remove all the warning labels and let it sort itself out.....

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    That I shall do.
    Quote Originally Posted by demo 9 View Post
    Why are you sad? dont you like fuzzy cuffs? i love them, me and my turbo'd monkey use them!

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    One day I was on the ground
    When I needed a hand
    And it couldnt be found
    I was so far down
    That I couldnt get up
    You know and
    One day I was one of lifes losers
    Even my friends were my ac-cus-ers
    And in my head
    Lost before I'd begun

    I had a dream
    But it turned to dust
    What I thought was love
    That must have been lust
    I was living in style
    When the walls fell in
    When I played my hand
    I looked like a joker
    Turn around
    Fate must have woke her
    Cause lady luck she was
    Waiting outside the door

    Im winning
    Im winning
    Im winning
    And I don't intend on losing again

    Too bad it belonged to me
    It was the wrong time
    And I meant to be
    It took a long time
    And I knew for now
    I can see the day
    That I breath for
    Friends agree there's a need
    To play the game
    And to win again
    Someday, I hope to be the person my dogs think I am.

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    You spelled "losing" wrong, flyboy.
    Tact is for people not witty enough to be sarcastic.

    Wrench

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    Snowballs.
    Quote Originally Posted by demo 9 View Post
    Why are you sad? dont you like fuzzy cuffs? i love them, me and my turbo'd monkey use them!

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