Why dost thou question my thoughts that you may not see?
Thou canst have the bravery of many men to vanquish the thoughts of ladies in waiting.
we must destroy like butterflies wing off into the depths of a lions butt.
Also killing the fingers of which to text too much.
I cannot die in your depths of sadness...
Friday, June 11, 2010
Words Put Together
Twisting, turning, not actually trying.
Teaching, taunting, not really talking.
Taming, tampering, not especially timing.
Faring the wellness of youth to the past.
Manning,mumbling, taking my hand.
Mothering, mastering, taking heart.
Minding, marking, taking hope.
Caring, nonetheless, of expeditions.
Bending rules of endearment to cling to words
longing to be a specific while terribly crushing dreams.
Bargaining the depths to destroy the face of evil.
Limiting the time to correct the sea into perfection.
Commeting into situations that may continue in vain.
Leaving for a short hour to decide punishment.
Teaching, taunting, not really talking.
Taming, tampering, not especially timing.
Faring the wellness of youth to the past.
Manning,mumbling, taking my hand.
Mothering, mastering, taking heart.
Minding, marking, taking hope.
Caring, nonetheless, of expeditions.
Bending rules of endearment to cling to words
longing to be a specific while terribly crushing dreams.
Bargaining the depths to destroy the face of evil.
Limiting the time to correct the sea into perfection.
Commeting into situations that may continue in vain.
Leaving for a short hour to decide punishment.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Fresh and Really Quite Wierd Poem
Favors and love sweep me away... So I might see the light of day!
My grudges and sorrow matter not in the eyes of the Bear.
For mine angers and sweat has made him aware.
I care not for what might be. I care not for why you cry, so lonely.
I care for a soul that may crash and die if I do not help it.
It's thoughts are of ceasing and it may never quit.
Saving this soul may be my last chapter in this world.
A question of my survival may never be unfurled.
This task at hand may be questioning and quite hard at it's sounding.
But as I watch and learn my "to do's" my heart seems to be pounding.
My excitement may surprise all that cannot fathom curiosity as I have it.
Your minds may be small or maybe this information you will not omit.
But my task takes wit and perfection which is why I must do this alone.
And at my tale, what things I shall do, you may moan.
The bears I might meet in this journey, beware!
For I may be quick in my task and kill bears... Oh yes, I do dare!
What comes about is quite frightening it's true.
But what I must do next I cannot say... So I shall bid you adieu.
Do not run away... I really will find you!
My grudges and sorrow matter not in the eyes of the Bear.
For mine angers and sweat has made him aware.
I care not for what might be. I care not for why you cry, so lonely.
I care for a soul that may crash and die if I do not help it.
It's thoughts are of ceasing and it may never quit.
Saving this soul may be my last chapter in this world.
A question of my survival may never be unfurled.
This task at hand may be questioning and quite hard at it's sounding.
But as I watch and learn my "to do's" my heart seems to be pounding.
My excitement may surprise all that cannot fathom curiosity as I have it.
Your minds may be small or maybe this information you will not omit.
But my task takes wit and perfection which is why I must do this alone.
And at my tale, what things I shall do, you may moan.
The bears I might meet in this journey, beware!
For I may be quick in my task and kill bears... Oh yes, I do dare!
What comes about is quite frightening it's true.
But what I must do next I cannot say... So I shall bid you adieu.
Do not run away... I really will find you!
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