Lifeboatman
on The difference between the two -=Dark_Angel=-'s by horus8
30 Jul 2003, 8:36 PM
indecently delectable.. 9
What problems? Explain to me how me taking lithium, is somehow going to make your shat attempt at poetry better?
I know how to spell 'critique' my good man, and how to spell check, but as you can tell I did not deem it neccessary in my comment to you. Since, yo don't deem it justified to put poetry into your poems. Can you spell 'the special olympics fot the poetically challenged'? Here, allow me, it's 'BITTER OLD MAN WITH A SHIT BAG RACING FOR THE TRUTH'. Sorry about that, phew... Is my bow tie okay?
The "hmmm" must be the sound of your mind trying to figure out where you might fit in, somehow.
ahhh.. burning blood and gore curdles in the mornin for breakfast.. yeah..
Are you blind? It's Euro trash wit with a touch of chilled crab.
oh, dear. quickly! a glass of amarone for daniella!
so you say.
hmm. 7.
Is this a cryptic message to your forsakenbro? I aspire to breathe and secrete garlic through my very pores with the best of the extra garlic hummus eaters of this earth.
this is up to par with a couple of others in our ranks... you should be honored to be honed so low
1. what does dew smell like? Precisely
2. Do you ever get the feeling that you're losing your grasp on the difference between too, and to, and two?
3."When I wake up in your bed
I know I have been dreaming".
probably the most uninteresting observation I've ever had the disservice of witnessing. Congratulation. Somehow I get the feeling you're just a tiger in the sack, grrrrr. lol.
[some number I've forgotten between 1 and 10 oh, 4.]"As the light collided with walls
Hurting and cutting me deep" Jesus homer are you onto some bulbs we're all missing? just maybe.
5. "But tonight the sky is dark" Another brilliant observation. You would be a great babysitter you could be like "well, the child was young and small"? well yeah?
6."And I had kissed you with my eyes
Holding you tightly with my breath" David Copperfield, I will have you know, is cackeling at you, along with me, Jesus, The Devil, Carl Jung, and Castro(?). In other words, Thom, you could make Hallmark cry, but please spare me the trouble of making you cry, by belittling your most inappropriate attempts at poetry I've seen in weeks. Enjoy this and put it over your mantel.
'THEE MOST HONORABLE AWARD OF MERIT IN THE ART OF BEING INCONCEIVABLY REDUNDANT WITH EXTRAORDINARY GLEE IS BEQUEETHED UPON THEE AND YOU'S AND YOURS'
Be blessed sir, there's a poet in you somewhere. Perhaps you should go watch hamburger hill and get those juices flowing, because sir, your poem was shat.
you smell, and that is all we can tell
but then again, we tend to live vicariously. in our poet's mind we have limbs to drive it home.
Awesome. I like it all, but these lines " keep well refrigerated, yet awakening too.
If I can keep my temper down and your
tolerance high. The mess will be
worth cleaning up."
are perfect. 10
well, thom got sucked dry from horus8 the eight legged spider, and i smile wider in laughter, splashing in water, a child gone astray, named stinky! hehe. great job. 8.
I don't do ducks.
This is so beautiful and exact, it reminds me to miss fall and winter in Maine even more. Who are these wimps who can't handle the cold? I say bring it on. This lousy "vacationland" sunshine is giving me seasonal affective disorder. 10
web footed surely
Perhaps, it's about your inability to comprehend what you fear. E-mail yourself cripple, spare me the trouble because, this poem is about pure fucking murder, and I have no time for silly games.