| Started out as not being so, but it's the only children's poem/narrative that I've written & quite possibly my favorite. Maybe illustration worthy? |
| Started out as not being so, but it's the only children's poem/narrative that I've written & quite possibly my favorite. Maybe illustration worthy? |


Three TankaIn the waning light Silent shadows start to creep And the gentle greens Give way to bolder colors When the leaves begin to fallThree Tanka
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Oh thou amber draft Paragon of Man's design! A king crowned with foam sitting in a pewter throne Our glorious monarch, Beer!
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A transient scent Carried upon a crisp breeze I look for the source thinking of better days past But the scent is gone too soon


A Modern Social CommentNo wonder America is hated With sports like Competitive eating. Where Congress can strike Out hope by meeting The question wheres my freedom? With Sorry; I ate it.A Modern Social Comment
Lincoln wouldnt recognize his own party With members like Cheney, Wright, and Romni New party slogan: Dont be stupid, be a smartie. Come and join the Republican Party
Democrats arent any better Two Party System? A system in name only. Apparently I dont get representation Because Im not a conservat


Thoughts slashequal Choherencyi. Not sure what Im doin right But I sure know I aint doin wrong Im just watin for some good news to roll my wayThoughts slashequal Choherency
ii. Youre the copasetic To my apathetic Bathed in our antiseptic Sense of whats cathartic
iii. Random thoughts on the equilibrium; Off center middle of the continuum Representing the schism of my brain And the body that remains
iv. Consider the inconsiderate: Self-serving and juvenile Insensitive, immature reprobate
v. Terror disguised as relief


Beware the Wyrding SongThere are things that live in the mistBeware the Wyrding Song
That shrouds the Craggan Tor. In the Cwm and on the Crag
Live ones who were here before; And do not forget those we brought
From our fathers distant shore. Be wary, then, when you walk at night;
Upon the Craggan moor;
Trust not the Lights, Trust not your sight Lest you be seen no more. Remember that and you will live long, But most of all Beware the call Do not follow the Wyrding Song
| I collect the weird, the strange, the fantastic and insane while living in a universe of my own creation. Not sure what else to add. If you have any questions, ask away. |
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Writer's blood marches through my veins like giant, radioactive rubber pants! Do not ignore my veins!
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F.R.E.E that spells free H.U.G.S. hugs baby saw your adds on my p.c.. thought about joinin but was to lazy now instead of hugging chicks, im hugging fat with a chick on top, while my wood is totally flat. F.R.E.E that spells free H.U.G.S. hugs baby.
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Writer's blood marches through my veins like giant, radioactive rubber pants! Do not ignore my veins!
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life is random...so am I.
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Writer's blood marches through my veins like giant, radioactive rubber pants! Do not ignore my veins!
Just to let you know I've completed your prize for Spinechilling Words (at long last). Sorry I did take so long...
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If you dare to be motivated, join Project: Always Motivated!
Great experience. Great contests. Be Inspired.
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Writer's blood marches through my veins like giant, radioactive rubber pants! Do not ignore my veins!
Feel free to make comments on about it and I hope I haven't done a poor job of it.
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If you dare to be motivated, join Project: Always Motivated!
Great experience. Great contests. Be Inspired.
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Writer's blood marches through my veins like giant, radioactive rubber pants! Do not ignore my veins!
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