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F U C K E D U P C O L L E G E K I D S
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- t h e p o e t r y v e n t u r e -
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variation of style and form set poetry aside from all
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other forms of writing. the freedom you have, the total
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disregard of 'rules', and the careless nature of
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expression are the poet's best friend.
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use them as a powerful tool, an excuse to have fun, or
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anything else. just express your desire in words, else
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a lot could be lost.
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The Red Hand
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The Red Hand flares before my face
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Not clenched in anger,
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Not extended in supplication,
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But cupped to hold the warmth,
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Fingers together
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As if to caress my soul.
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Etched in black marble,
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It wards off the suffocating winds,
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Nurturing a slow, easeful death.
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All roads lead to the same end;
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Conservation of mortality still holds.
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'Tis death on installment,
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Another cigarette in the dark.
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Screamin' Lord Byron 3:30 AM, a long time ago
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I Stand in The Darkness
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I stand in the darkness of my thoughts
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An illusion my mind creates
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I begin to walk through a storm
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Needles of rain beat my cold pale face
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Clothes drenched and saturated by
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The uncontrollable pressures
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From a blind uncaring world
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Making way, no path, directionless
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I find an old man, worn and ragged by the years
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Sitting on a cold stone
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At the edge of a crystal lake
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Surface rippled by downpour
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I am with him, emotionless
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For what seemed like eternity
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Where time did not exist
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His wrinkled fragile hands grasp tightly
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Around a short decaying pole
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Waiting for a fish, without bait
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His hook is dull and bare
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I sit down looking into his eyes
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Seeing only myself
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Coming to the realization
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That he can offer me no guidance
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Trix
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magnetic poetry III
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.wet lip rot thing never bellows about morning
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.women always smile icy
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.woman is a dark poison
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.a feline who can dazzle
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.haunt naked red bone
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.explore steel questions as peace kills
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.more blind waking crap
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.concrete never listens
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.live those wild pictures that linger in brilliant glass
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.marble girl blue with openness
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.blushing & trusting
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.sad cloud fools clean cut velvet
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.embrace the secret universe
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.young worry slowly decays
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.must bleed smoke soon
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.almost prisoner
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.we will have deep sex with a ferocious rhythm
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.sacrifice change
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.delicious eternity
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.burn over fire
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(various guests of dis)
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her fragrance filled the air
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then my mind began to go
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we had such good times in the past
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we had such memorable moments
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what happened to all the good times
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what happened to all the madness
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she could make my soul crawl
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she could make my eyes water
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her fragrance left the room
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then my mind began to go
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that's how it happened last time
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rage
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map of my night
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more eclectic, eccentric, out of touch another kernel compile, more mail
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A all meaning lost to all 2.0.55 bombed shortly after 2.0.31
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small slice except me another man page, another util now
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of my random thoughts I known. continued wonder of lamers
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and the strange day that i keep having with power they cannot comprehend.
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several calls freestyle a blessing the apocalypse looms around us all
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throughout the for without form the calling out for the world of souls
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night, present mind can wonder mean next day, next year, next whatever
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company in one thought down the new more childish fear or maybe a tool
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form, comfort trail, chaos of mind for lemming mass control. i bet it
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of friendship. a simple expression. is the latter. just one faithless.
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cascading flame the warmth 1:52 and disarray is sleep comes for us all
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red and blue dance around. all there is. vague maybe some music so he
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mesmerizes poets young kid glimpse of something can relax, let broken
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enthralls taunts and tease to come. yesteryear. dreams take his pains.
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dis
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(c) Copyright. All poems copyright by original author.
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F O U N D E D: October 30, 1997
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