from the wind
we all hear her whistles
echoing softly
that of children's giggles
pupils search out
over mountainous horizon
their future comes
...disguising...
and the cooperation
of corporation
devours their unborn vision
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from the wind
we all hear her whistles
echoing softly
that of children's giggles
pupils search out
over mountainous horizon
their future comes
...disguising...
and the cooperation
of corporation
devours their unborn vision
the leaf is red
the background, grey
book worm you say
read it, today
i just fucked a duck
his name was chuck
:dance::dance::dance::dance::dance:
its getting near to midnight the music does go on
my friends are asleep and I will dance untill dawn
:dance::dance::dance:
To you I may be nothing, but to this pen I come fourth as a legend.
As I bleed through this ink my inner most aggression.
This life is so crazy; I feel Iā??m running out of time
At a loss for words till Iā??m between these lines
This paper is so peacefulā?¦. never says a word
But its advice and insight is shit Iā??ve never heard
It leads me through this world of hate and decay
Showing me a path so Iā??ll never lose my way
And at the end of the day, I step from my page
And continue on with my life and my salary wage
But it leaves a stain in the bottom of my heart
Just more of writers magic doing its part
Fueling my soul to return to the pad
Spilling out thoughts and feelings Iā??ve previously had
Itā??s a vicious cycle; one I know will never end
For this exercise of emotion is one Iā??ll always depend
For balance, success and to get to those heavenly gatesā?¦ā?¦.
This relationship between pen, pad and mind was decided by fate.
i went to bed.
i bumped my god damn mother fucking head.
Steve, my friend, I see that youre a master of the rhyme.
But not just that, your phrasing, in fact, is always right on time.
I even noticed that you managed to one-up me on my own terms:
A haiku that rhymed, quite a marvelous find, and its weed related, too... that burns!
I tip my hat to you, good sir, a fellow of the pen.
The ink is wet (only figuratively, for the medium's changed yet again).
I also bow quite low and deep for the originator of this topic.
An eloquent man, a benevolent hand, some may say, perhaps.. a phrophet?
Bump for this such great thread
Made by a stoner who seems mad
But we know he was just stoned.