POETRY FOR THE IGORANT

AHEM!

FEELING SO ISOLATED
UNDER THE SHAKELS OF GOD
CYRING TO THE INVISIBLE ONE
KNIVES TO MY WRIST
MY SOUL HAS ALREADY DIED
YEARNING FOR A FREEDOM
ABSOLUTE ABSOLVEMENT
SIN NOT FORGIVEN
SEARCHING FOR THE PAIN TO LEAVE
BEHIND THE EYES AND IN THE BRAIN
INSIDE THE SNAKE WHISPERS
THERE ARE THE STRONG AND WEAK
CANT EVER ESCAPE SON
HELL IS 'ROUND THE BEND

BUILDING EMPIRES
AFTER THE WARS
COME TO MY HOUSE
KILLING THE LAMB
DOORS UNLOCKED
OVER HERE IN THE BBQ
OPPRESS YOUR HUNGER
RED MEAT, TASTE THE FLESH
BUYING SALVATION
OVARIES MAKE THOSE WHO MARTYR
BREAK ALL SIN, KILL FOR THE LORD
IS THERE NO PRICE SWEETER?
SAVOR THE INNOCENTS BLOOD
GAVE ITS LIFE SO PURE
OFTEN THE WAY, INNOCENTS TO PAY
DRIVEN BY THE SINNERS FOR A WAY OUT

FEELING SO HIGH
UNDER THE SUN IN THE SKY
CALLING TO THE WORLD
KILLING THE MASSES
YOU COULD HAVE NEVER KNOW IT
OVER THE HORIZONS THEY GO
UNDERESTIMATED THE NUKES FROM RUSSIA

KIDS PLAY UNDER THE RED SUN
IS THERE NO SAFE HAVEN FOR THEM?
SULTRY CITY STREETS INVITE...
SLITHER IN THE STRAY BULLETS
MANY PAY THEIR LIVES
YET BEFORE THEY HAD A CHANCE TO START
AND YET AGAIN
SOME HAVE SCARS
SOME SIX FEET UNDER

COME ON YOU FUCKS WRITE!
ON YOU FUCKS WRITE!
ME ON YOU FUCKS WRITE!
E ON YOU FUCKS WRITE!
ON YOU FUCKS WRITE!
N YOU FUCKS WRITE!
YOU FUCKS WRITE!
OU FUCKS WRITE!
U FUCKS WRITE!
FUCKS WRITE!
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CKS WRITE!
KS WRITE!
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WRITE!
RITE!
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change write to work and ypu would sound like my boss
reminds me little of james douglas morrison

the doors?

Edwardus Salve!

“Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash."
- Leonard Cohen

yeah not the songs but his poems ......eds 4th one that is

Hey fuck my thread here for a minute lets go start shit with the goths, the religious freaks and people who we feel should just have their asses handed to them! An lemme tell ya, there is no better yay to be an immature ass!

“Among the windings of the violins
And the ariettes
Of cracked cornets
Inside my brain a dull tom-tom begins
Absurdly hammering a prelude of its own,
Capricious monotone”

Hey hey hey! All of you! read closely! read only the first letter of my poems, read the straight down! Ha ha ha ha! I am EDWARD GOREY bitch!

your preaching to the choir

Dr.'s can be reverends to ya know!

Wow...not ... not THE Edward Gorey!!!!


ok matey

k is kunt that was struk with an axe. or was that kate?

Is it true, about the Curious Sofa? Were you born on it?

No, i did however masturbate while reading the gashly crumb tines. My god Lady! I just realized I am British! no no no no no no! This can’t be happening! ahgh!.......................nope just kidding! Say something that makes sense ya vinnegar works drikin,wuggely ump, chrack head!

I will when you do!