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Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
« Reply #15 on: January 09, 2008, 01:50:08 PM »
she sees traces of you in me,
everyday she tells me that i am you.
 
i cannot hide from you
because a part of you will always be me.
like my shadow you're always there,
you refuse to ever leave me
even when i ask the world to let me be.
 
i saw you today when i woke up.
you stared back at me through my own eyes.
i heard you yesterday when my fears came out to play.
i am my father's son as they always say.
 
she cries when she sees traces of me in you,
i am my father's son in case i never told you.

it's to all the men who are their fathers' sons...
My parents said i could be whatever i wanted, so i chose to become an a**hole

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Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
« Reply #16 on: January 09, 2008, 02:47:38 PM »
I feel that

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Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
« Reply #17 on: March 05, 2008, 12:28:04 PM »
Mentally:
-----------
I used to wrap myself in the warm blankets of your love,
beautiful fragrant like cherry blossoms falling form the trees.
now we glare like we're enemies.
locked in mortal combat.
you used to dry me in the rain , like a wide-brimmed hat.
safe & secure from the elements.
even the suns rays
its been too long since i've seen sunny days.

my sunshines been replaced by
little concuscion bombs going off in my skull & a twitch in my left eye.
but at least its dry
is this the time to ask why?
shouldnt this have crossed your mind at the start
now we're two grownups acting like kids - upsetting the applecart.
my words now poisoned with wormwood
with patience whittled away ,no ,sawn abruptley
you got me good
with my back turned.you quickly cut me.

Real time.Live footage:
----------------------
this is'nt high school & stop telling me, who is he?, & why is he better.
sit down.no you're not in chains & fetters.
but at least hear me out.
calm down - the neighbours can hear you shout.
dont change the subject,of course i'm pissed.
is that what this is?You want out?
No wonder I cant recall when last we've kissed.
(How do I counter this crap?I'm not the type of cat to pop a cap in a chap)
(eyes to the lap)

You owe me an apology.
What?You did nothing wrong?
It's not a f***ing sitcom.This has been going on how long?
You're f***ing kidding me?
I lied to myself..all this time..thought this bond was so strong?
Should I have seen this coming?
Should I have watched you like a hawk - your comings & goings?
Shit, look what you've done..Now the child is screaming!.
(God, shit...is this?..Am I dreaming)
I need to sit down -I need a beer.
(i havent smoked in years, wonder what they charge for one?)
Here daddy's baby,here's the homework book - write FUN.
That's F - U - N
Where was I again?

You said all that can be said.
(geez , i'm shaking.turning red)
We still share the same bed!
What is this!!!!!!!?
I need to sit down.
There's no excuse for this.
To hell & bedlam form marital bliss.
Dont interrupt me....

interruption
-----------------
You sorry a** motherf***ing excuse for man.
I did what I did because you cant tell me what to do..and because I CAN.
I aint doing no cartwheels , handstands just because you yelling
I aint interested in all this party politics you selling.
When did you wakeup?
After you came to the kitchen  & another man ate yo cakeup.
You been shaked up.
Last couple o years just been fakedup
take your hand out your a** & pull you f***ing jaw up.
never home.always working
half-steppin.
what you thought gon' happin
always on yo business calls yappin
if you aint handlin you business at home?
what make you think I gotta wait & I aint gonna roam.
When in rome do as the roamin's do.
When I need me a service , gonna find me a screw.
I aint care about yo a** excuses about keepin the ship afloat
i needed me a cappin gonna rock my boat.
you go talk ta him about it it's a murder she wrote.
he aint play
he aint gay
dont tell me bout no child cryin.
criticise me tell me i'm lyin
why yo moms have to tell you anyway -why the f*** she been spyin.
what you holy now get of yo high horse
you wanna divorce.
f***it then ....i want half
i'mma mak yo life hell - you gonna shit yoself.
take you fo all you got, make u a f***in misery.
& dont even think you can talk about custody
cause you know the judge favours women.
so you can quit schemin'& plottin bout ways n means ya prick
all i need to do is say i was hit
an its an interdict
an you cant do shit.
so yeah, get yo'self an nice beer n gets ta pourin
there ain nothin you can do to stop my a** tourin'






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Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
« Reply #18 on: March 05, 2008, 12:53:21 PM »
DAMN WIS!!!!! Wat u bin witnessn boy? dat was tyt. i lyk.
spread love in da music

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Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
« Reply #19 on: March 05, 2008, 01:32:30 PM »
i am joe smith.
i am somebody , i am nobody - i am everyone you talk with.
i cross this road everyday.
take the iron to the same gray
suited.up & ready for action
to earn a living
thank god for his giving
up off my knees.

i cross this road everyday.
i see the construction & smells of powdered cement float on breezes
these are city scents
swopping donuts & coffee over counters for our sweaty cents.
i haer the sirens chirping & whailing.
unwieldy ambulances filled with early morning road ragers
i'm a spectacle to rowdy teenagers
who throw water bombs
i straighten my hair again with fine toothed combs.
dandruff unseen.

purple jacaranda blooms even in the city.
lost refugees in towering westernised structures.
juxtaposed against gang-graffiti,dayglo colours,pissing vagrants.
their delicate perfume loast against wors rolls, pavement sold mielies.
they brighten my morning.

i cross this road everyday.
three blocks down , one to make hay
hay while the sun shines.
dont see the sun much under the halogens.
but the pictures of sam & claire at my desk keep me going.
i read the article in the newsletter about emotional intelligence
its something worth knowing.
thoughts to be commended.
to be shared.
the pictures help me to maintain my poise.
thru the umpteenth faxes & noise.
i have to keep going
its not far till pension.
pay off my bond- now that's something worth mention.
make sure claire can study further
do better than her father.
Not having work on the bubblegum production line anymore
I think I'll book a holiday at the shore


i cross this road everyday
as i arrive & leave work.
my first & last
these morning walks pa** too fast.
i stoop down because there's something on my shoe.
cant take half measures, I had better scrape this off.
wont be long..just a moment.


-----------------------

The Silent Witness
5 March 2008
Pedestrian struck in main road.
Reporter: Scott Williams

A middle-aged man was struck by a 12 wheel truck today.The driver of the vehicle claims to
have looked away only for a moment to check his rearview mirror.
"He bent down in the middle of the road as I looked up", was all he had to say while crying uncontrolably.

The man was knocked less than 50meters from his office building where he worked.
He leavses behind a wife and duaghter.

Police are investigating the possiblity that the vehicle was not properly serviced.
Bubbaloo inc. could not be contacted for comment on the condition of their fleet of trucks.


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Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
« Reply #20 on: March 05, 2008, 01:37:29 PM »
thanks.
it just came out.
time will tell. :-X

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Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
« Reply #21 on: March 05, 2008, 01:53:02 PM »
k really old but hey why not.....

There were three of us today.

Never really got her name.
When I turned around to kiss him goodnight, he was kissing her goodnight instead.
The double bed felt small today.
I slept on the edge, clung onto the sheets because today it was the only thing that cared.
He had his back to me today; when I snuck a peek over his shoulder he was pushing her hair away from her eyes and behind her ears.
They looked happy together and there was no space for me in their perfect world.
He made breakfast in bed today and it was my favourite too.
Muesli, Bulgarian yoghurt and the right amount of syrup.
I sat up to give him a kiss, thatís when I noticed that there were only two bowls on the tray.
I heard the bath run today, the steam flowed from the bathroom straight into the bedroom.
The mist was heavy but not heavy enough to cover the silhouette of him undressing her. 
He threw her black silk bra on the bed today and it landed on top of my wet pillow.
I had to undress myself today and I didnít know where to place his Darkie t-shirt.
I never had to put it away before because usually he undressed me.
It was time to go and he stood with the door open. I rushed out but when I got there it slammed shut in my face.
While we stood on opposite sides of the door he blew her a kiss.
He doesnít know that I know, but I heard it land on her heart.
There were three of us today.
While I walked behind them to the train station I realised that no one missed me today.
There was no ticket for me today, someone else had first priority.
There was no hand holding mine today, dragging me so I wouldnít miss the train.
His hands were holding hers and mine were left to fiddle with a past that I seamed to have lost.
I stumbled alone today trying to avoid a fall.
But it was then that I realised that my lips were already kissing the concrete floor.
We reached his stop today, when I leaned forward for a goodbye kiss I noticed that something
was amiss then I realised that I was the only one sitting there.
I looked out the window today but there was no one staring back.
No one waving goodbye because today his arms were draped around her size 28 waist.
I thought the train was moving too fast today, everything was such a blur,
but when I put my finger on my chin I realised the train was dead still.
There were three of us today.
Wish I got her name. Iíd so kindly ask her to return what was once mine.


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Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
« Reply #22 on: March 05, 2008, 01:59:05 PM »
Quote
The double bed felt small today.
I slept on the edge, clung onto the sheets because today it was the only thing that cared.
There were three of us today.

gutwrenching.

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Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
« Reply #23 on: March 05, 2008, 02:00:33 PM »
its been a whole year since our last poets corner :-\
uhh..wel...err...i really dont know if this is number 14 or 13 or manybe 12 but ill call it our 14th
any way let me start this

IT HURTS

IT HURTS
KNOWING THAT YOUR HERE
BUT I CAN NOT JUST PICK UP THE PHONE
JUST TO TELL YOU THAT I LOVE YOU
IT HURTS......WORSE
WITH A BIT OF FEAR
COZ I GOT SOMEBODY WAITING FOR ME AT HOME
BUT ALL I DO IS THINK ABOUT YOU
IT HURTS WORSE THAN THE FIRST
AND I HAVE TO BE SINCERE
SINCE THERES
NO REASON TO PRETEND
I STILL MISS YOU
I WISH WE COULD TAKE BACK ALL THOSE WORDS
THAT OPENED UP WOUNDS AND LED MW TO CURSE
NOW I FEEL LIKE IAM CURSED
AND WHAT ABOUT HER?

IT STILL HURTS
CHEST PAINS JUS DRIVING ME BESERK
I WANT YOU BACK BUT
I CANT LEAVE HER FOR YOU
AS MUCH AS I WANT THAT
ITLL BE LIKE IM TAKIN A STEP BACK
AND SHE IS A REAL NICE GIRL
NEVER BEEN HURT
AND I REFUSE TO DO THAT TO HER
SO IT HURTS
KNOWING THAT U LOVE ME
BUT YOUR CHOSIN HIM
COZ I HAVE NEVER BEEN YOUR KNIGHT IN SHINNING AMOURBUT IMMA
DIFFERENT PERSON
BUT U DONT SEE THE CHANGE
COZ IM BROKE AND CURSING
ITS DAMN STRANGE
SHE KNOWS THIS BUT STILL LOVES ME
AND I LIKE HER BUT LOVE YOU
EVEN THOUGH YOUR LOVE IS MATERIAL
HERS.............SPIRITUAL
MAYBE ONE DAY IT WONT HURT ANYMORE
BUT I KNOW IM LYING TO MYSELF
AND THAT JUST HURTS MORE AND MORE


wow... I know it's been a while since you wrote this but can I give you a hug... DAYME...
I wrote something similar  a few days ago but when I read this it took the words right outta my mouth.

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Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
« Reply #24 on: March 05, 2008, 02:11:40 PM »
wow. word...you cut me deep child n baldi!



again...guys, where's Rhozie?!

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Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
« Reply #25 on: March 05, 2008, 03:26:00 PM »
La Marioneta (The Puppet) by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

If for a moment God would forget that I am a rag doll and give me a scrap of life, possibly I would not say everything that I think, but I would definitely think everything that I say.

I would value things not for how much they are worth but rather for what they mean.

I would sleep little, dream more. I know that for each minute that we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light.

I would walk when the others loiter; I would awaken when the others sleep.

I would listen when the others speak, and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream.

If God would bestow on me a scrap of life, I would dress simply, I would throw myself flat under the sun, exposing not only my body but also my soul.

My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hatred on ice and wait for the sun to come out. With a dream of Van Gogh I would paint on the stars a poem by Benedetti, and a song by Serrat would be my serenade to the moon.

With my tears I would water the roses, to feel the pain of their thorns and the incarnated kiss of their petals...My God, if I only had a scrap of life...

I wouldn't let a single day go by without saying to people I love, that I love them.

I would convince each woman or man that they are my favourites and I would live in love with love.

I would prove to the men how mistaken they are in thinking that they no longer fall in love when they grow old--not knowing that they grow old when they stop falling in love. To a child I would give wings, but I would let him learn how to fly by himself. To the old I would teach that death comes not with old age but with forgetting. I have learned so much from you men....

I have learned that everybody wants to live at the top of the mountain without realizing that true happiness lies in the way we climb the slope.

I have learned that when a newborn first squeezes his father's finger in his tiny fist, he has caught him forever.

I have learned that a man only has the right to look down on another man when it is to help him to stand up. I have learned so many things from you, but in the end most of it will be no use because when they put me inside that suitcase, unfortunately I will be dying.


My parents said i could be whatever i wanted, so i chose to become an a**hole

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Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
« Reply #26 on: March 06, 2008, 04:22:29 PM »
:-0

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Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
« Reply #27 on: March 12, 2008, 11:40:39 AM »
More or less about me

I wrote more and even better when i was less matured
I had less then but inspired by the need for more
More of what they had and less of the person I was
I guess the less i had the more I was inspired
To write less about what i have and more about what i dont
Now that i have more theres less to write about

The less i write the more realise i dont quite get myself
The more i explain my relations with woman the less i know about who i am
The less hair i have the more of them i get
The more money i have the less rejection i get
But the less i become i player the more lonely i feel
Now the more i know people the less i want be around them

Like the hour gla** Im constantly less of this and more that
More regrets about time wasted but far less afraid of death
I spend less time with my family but love them more than ever before
Youíd probably like to hear more but i choose to reveal less
I know less isnít good enough, its more like soft pron
Anyway, Iíve been more or less the same since I was born

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Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
« Reply #28 on: March 12, 2008, 11:53:06 AM »

(Is This A Test?) By:Wordview

To write or speak gives life to new ideas feelings & intentions,but to have them read or heard can not be garuanteed.
In that case far be it for me to be acknowledged because like the sun i can occupy only a part of your day.
I am now no more or even less involved than i was in all previous lives,so it is;at present only fitting knowing all that i do that i at least be;all that i can.
Many great & wonderous scenes i have seen & it was as if with a hot iron each one was branded into my very being.
Every fibre of me responded in it's own way so varried were they that to this day i am lost on specifics.
Be that as it may my stay of execution can be postponed;no longer.
Know;that i die for a cause not because i have shown the proper remorse.
I am no saint & the list that holds my shortcomings is long;i am not oblivious to this.
I know much about the kindness of others but very little of being a burden to them.
Heart shaped & emotionally wrecked my art spell's "troubles" T.R.O.U.B.A with two L's.
Dislexia aside;the laws of physics decrees that for every action there is an equal & opposite reaction.
If that holds true then the opposing reaction to the action of me writing would be you not understanding a word of it.
Fortunate;because for a brief momement i considered ending it there,but i do prefer whereabouts of my own choosing full stop.
No thank you since you have all the answers,the question is;is this a test & are you failing it?
My schooling consists of nuances that are symbolic,i serve to live.
So,& with a big one at that,it seems i should forego being gullable,for i have given lee-way but in my hour of need i spoke to their backs & that was at the very least if not in itself very sobering.
I'm a para-normal author...I do write books
I do right hooks...Wateva i mite do like crooks

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Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
« Reply #29 on: March 12, 2008, 12:52:01 PM »
k really old but hey why not.....

There were three of us today.

Never really got her name.
When I turned around to kiss him goodnight, he was kissing her goodnight instead.
The double bed felt small today.
I slept on the edge, clung onto the sheets because today it was the only thing that cared.
He had his back to me today; when I snuck a peek over his shoulder he was pushing her hair away from her eyes and behind her ears.
They looked happy together and there was no space for me in their perfect world.
He made breakfast in bed today and it was my favourite too.
Muesli, Bulgarian yoghurt and the right amount of syrup.
I sat up to give him a kiss, thatís when I noticed that there were only two bowls on the tray.
I heard the bath run today, the steam flowed from the bathroom straight into the bedroom.
The mist was heavy but not heavy enough to cover the silhouette of him undressing her. 
He threw her black silk bra on the bed today and it landed on top of my wet pillow.
I had to undress myself today and I didnít know where to place his Darkie t-shirt.
I never had to put it away before because usually he undressed me.
It was time to go and he stood with the door open. I rushed out but when I got there it slammed shut in my face.
While we stood on opposite sides of the door he blew her a kiss.
He doesnít know that I know, but I heard it land on her heart.
There were three of us today.
While I walked behind them to the train station I realised that no one missed me today.
There was no ticket for me today, someone else had first priority.
There was no hand holding mine today, dragging me so I wouldnít miss the train.
His hands were holding hers and mine were left to fiddle with a past that I seamed to have lost.
I stumbled alone today trying to avoid a fall.
But it was then that I realised that my lips were already kissing the concrete floor.
We reached his stop today, when I leaned forward for a goodbye kiss I noticed that something
was amiss then I realised that I was the only one sitting there.
I looked out the window today but there was no one staring back.
No one waving goodbye because today his arms were draped around her size 28 waist.
I thought the train was moving too fast today, everything was such a blur,
but when I put my finger on my chin I realised the train was dead still.
There were three of us today.
Wish I got her name. Iíd so kindly ask her to return what was once mine.




DANG!!!! Bloody hell
yoh!!!