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Member since 2002 · Posted 13 Jan 2003 · 5 comments

Redemption's flowing cry calls me by and by fond memory hidden timless from every eyes caress stolen minds of pleasures fool i give myself and become your tool I forget why i lost you until i find you your followed sheep am I forever watching always knowing of your bitter sweet hidden virtue

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[10] <{Baba^Yaga}> 13-Jan-03/3:15 PM Reply

jesus. "timless"? no. listless.limp.vague.weak.shit.shit.shit. here a 10. you obviously need a hug and more sugar on your raisen bran. fuck. i'm going to the random area. where the real poets once dwelt.

[n/a] poemwanker › <{Baba^Yaga}> 14-Jan-03/6:42 AM Reply

Oh you are funny babayaga aren't you? This is better than a lot of songs that get popular and make loads of money-obviously you missed the 'lyric' bit at the start, you observant person, you.
T'ien this is good, I liked it v. much well done.
However, I don't get the second to last line-'Your followed sheep'-is it a typo? Please explain.

[n/a] T'ien › poemwanker 19-Mar-03/2:14 PM Reply

i wrote this so long ago and havent been on poemranker in ages either so i forget what i was thinking when i wrote this thanks for sticking up for me i havn't been on here in ages precisely because of imasculated morons like those guys

[3] <~> 13-Jan-03/3:31 PM Reply

i never lost a tim, but i lost a dave and an art and a charles, one time. i think. but i don't really remember. they were all tools anyway. they followed their sheep around, just like in your poem!!!

[2] nentwined 4-Oct-06/5:51 PM Reply

death to love!