richa
on The fight by INTRANSIT
23 Nov 2003, 9:50 AM
like the rhyme savoir faire and chairs.
and how the end stops dead
Like the unusual phrasing of lines 3,4.
Like a car: built to breakdown.
Blessed with eight.
I enjoyed this. Especially the "I felt worse" I like the way you think!!
looks like your family has a potent poet gene. Overall, blessed with eight.
Ah, I see- wars always sick, screwed, and almost never proceeds as planned.
Your guaranteed to return as one form of energy or another. Heard the buzz is quite soothing- but I haven't travelled that far down the NDE highway, yet.. won't be soon, if im lucky.
But castles? -shrug- (Personaly, the bigman should upgrade to an Elysian Hilton.. toiletry in a keep is quite bad- stinks.)
someone who deserves the top my friend 10
Yes I have Y2K (reading wilfred owen lately). I find that their is a sick irony that a king sent thousands of young men to their deaths to protect England from oppression and a commonwealth obtained by the very acts of barbarism he fought against. I saw many pictures on old b/w footage of men in trenches they dug that became their own graves. Nuff said, but the only positive thing in this poem is something spiritual which we have no proof of, lets hope their is a peace after this life.
gods castle? I prefer my own mental temple. Nice poem- got war on your mind? Blessed with eight.
darby pyn
replying on I have thirteen knives, and a sore riddled Black pussy by horus8
22 Nov 2003, 9:40 PM
Nice imagery. by the way how is godswife. she is pure class.
Joe black.
The dog and the girl click theyre heel's and wake up at home.I as usual wind up looking for a heart... and get the lion's claw but only the claw..Everytime I book a flight to the promised land I get scattered I should join them on the pole, as I see the reflection of flyng monkeys on the tin mans armour I ponder on tommorows meeting with the witch. I love this one!
Does it go with red or white wine(death) just inviting myself to dinner.I like it in a twisted way.Just a way to enter your realm..wine and a toothpick.
I agree, I try to do this on my own.But editing from you is a plus love.Entonces
Jesus has retractable thums and will use them to carry you by your head, thumbs in ears, then retract, and send you dripping, tripping singing, wheeling, reeling, into the sunken bucket to sink into the blackest of cherry red pimentos where you will die from the salt having absorbed your bodily fluids leaving you as thin as a shaven fingernail nerve.