CTR LEGACY THREAD
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RacquetballGangsta
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RacquetballGangsta
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Gregg Popabitch1
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curiouscharles
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SeaTownBlues
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It's June: time for another taH classic
when you're a poet with big dreams and you clutch words like you'll never let go,
when you sing your spit and screams man, just to hear the echo...
No, lay low. And save the rants for gloomier days, cause
May done past already and we're lost in summer's haze son,
I know: you want to cry but your tears stream sky blue,
and the hand that rocked the cradle done had its way with you;
whisper me, some summer eve and I'll play your favorite muse,
at the bottom of some bottle where the words all get confused,
boy I've skewed the truth to buy trouble, and sold my mind for time,
I've rhymed coffee with painkillers to paint a portrait of a different kind,
signed a psuedonym on a dotted line to live like you just for a day,
and when the words all left me lonely I found a new role to play.
There's a reason they call me the best, and it ain't god's blessing,
it's cause the ocean looks like the sky from here and the water's ripe for testing.
when you sing your spit and screams man, just to hear the echo...
No, lay low. And save the rants for gloomier days, cause
May done past already and we're lost in summer's haze son,
I know: you want to cry but your tears stream sky blue,
and the hand that rocked the cradle done had its way with you;
whisper me, some summer eve and I'll play your favorite muse,
at the bottom of some bottle where the words all get confused,
boy I've skewed the truth to buy trouble, and sold my mind for time,
I've rhymed coffee with painkillers to paint a portrait of a different kind,
signed a psuedonym on a dotted line to live like you just for a day,
and when the words all left me lonely I found a new role to play.
There's a reason they call me the best, and it ain't god's blessing,
it's cause the ocean looks like the sky from here and the water's ripe for testing.
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Nowell's Soul
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Aethetical-Hades
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Aethetical-Hades
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. Its funny how the most direct emotions, are usually the freshest.Syntax
The sound bites don't sound right
It's syntax
It's ignant gaffes from officials who pitch it
We laugh
To overcome a difference in administrative staff
They're jumpin ship
Faster than the cast of Survivor
And it looks more like The Apprentice
A relentless quest to enslave the global market
With all the machines of industry
And a Texas hotel valet to park it
This is the 21st Century project
To capitalize, enterprise
Losing lives to turn a profit
A model democracy droppin bombs in the Middle East
While sugar coating new foreign policies
It's syntax
Like taxed sin, cigarettes and high-priced oil
Syntax . . .
Outsourced source of the war, infatuated
Sore and saturated disrupted economy
A new order through new borders
Red white and blue slaughters
Now our blood boils because of the bloody turmoil on other soils?
There is blood on our hands
And no love from our land
Just guns in the hands of our soldiers on the sand
It's syntax
It's ignant gaffes from officials who pitch it
We laugh
To overcome a difference in administrative staff
They're jumpin ship
Faster than the cast of Survivor
And it looks more like The Apprentice
A relentless quest to enslave the global market
With all the machines of industry
And a Texas hotel valet to park it
This is the 21st Century project
To capitalize, enterprise
Losing lives to turn a profit
A model democracy droppin bombs in the Middle East
While sugar coating new foreign policies
It's syntax
Like taxed sin, cigarettes and high-priced oil
Syntax . . .
Outsourced source of the war, infatuated
Sore and saturated disrupted economy
A new order through new borders
Red white and blue slaughters
Now our blood boils because of the bloody turmoil on other soils?
There is blood on our hands
And no love from our land
Just guns in the hands of our soldiers on the sand
Mirror Pond
Mirror Pond:
Prime example
this use of find hop.
Spendid sample
with white foam on top.
Delighting the snout
seducing my taste;
piney throughout
divoid of haste.
Golden reflection
on this hillside pool.
Brilliant complexion
soothing: not cruel.
Leave me for dead;
that feeling prevades.
Please place my head
atop the Cascades.
Homage to one of America's greatest beers, Mirror Pond Pale Ale. brewed by the Deschutes Brewery in Bend, Oregon. The Example by which all other American Pale Ales should be judged. A magnificent show case of the Cascade hop.
Prime example
this use of find hop.
Spendid sample
with white foam on top.
Delighting the snout
seducing my taste;
piney throughout
divoid of haste.
Golden reflection
on this hillside pool.
Brilliant complexion
soothing: not cruel.
Leave me for dead;
that feeling prevades.
Please place my head
atop the Cascades.
Homage to one of America's greatest beers, Mirror Pond Pale Ale. brewed by the Deschutes Brewery in Bend, Oregon. The Example by which all other American Pale Ales should be judged. A magnificent show case of the Cascade hop.
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brnfrzebreakone9
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I have to write a 10 page poem for a final...give me a topic
this is gonna be tough, ill post it when im done
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Nowell's Soul
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I'm Still Writing About the Same Goddamn Thing: Part 2
I like it that when you wear
Your glasses and a baseball cap,
The most beautiful girl in the world
Is still what I'm looking at.
I don't like when you cry
No matter what it's about,
But I like it when you're finished
Cause you had to let it out.
I like that when you write
You don't capitalize your letters,
Your summer tank tops
And your endless hidden treasures.
The way you always answer the phone mid-sentence,
And how you always go to bed early
But still wake up restless.
I especially like how when you smile
I always somehow do it back,
So lately I've been learning
That where you are is where I want to be at.
You drive like you're late
No matter where you're going,
So that look on your face
Keeps me knowing what I'm knowing.
I remember when I first met you
And when I saw you last,
Both left me with the same feeling,
Llike I've just got to take a chance.
Made each other believe
That everything happens for a reason,
That's what I've come to learn
But I don't like it when you're leaving.
I like the way that you tell stories,
I've always known what you meant.
How you can take any messed-up situation
And make it make sense.
You're that hope that I get
When I can't sleep at night,
I just know this is it,
You just make me want to live life.
Still, you think in circles
That always have my head spinning.
Who knew you could know somebody so well
And have no idea what they're thinking.
I get this spark from your hand
I've never gotten somewhere else,
And when you finally understand,
Then I can finally be myself.
Peace.
Your glasses and a baseball cap,
The most beautiful girl in the world
Is still what I'm looking at.
I don't like when you cry
No matter what it's about,
But I like it when you're finished
Cause you had to let it out.
I like that when you write
You don't capitalize your letters,
Your summer tank tops
And your endless hidden treasures.
The way you always answer the phone mid-sentence,
And how you always go to bed early
But still wake up restless.
I especially like how when you smile
I always somehow do it back,
So lately I've been learning
That where you are is where I want to be at.
You drive like you're late
No matter where you're going,
So that look on your face
Keeps me knowing what I'm knowing.
I remember when I first met you
And when I saw you last,
Both left me with the same feeling,
Llike I've just got to take a chance.
Made each other believe
That everything happens for a reason,
That's what I've come to learn
But I don't like it when you're leaving.
I like the way that you tell stories,
I've always known what you meant.
How you can take any messed-up situation
And make it make sense.
You're that hope that I get
When I can't sleep at night,
I just know this is it,
You just make me want to live life.
Still, you think in circles
That always have my head spinning.
Who knew you could know somebody so well
And have no idea what they're thinking.
I get this spark from your hand
I've never gotten somewhere else,
And when you finally understand,
Then I can finally be myself.
Peace.
Last edited by Nowell's Soul on Mon Jun 06, 2005 5:50 am, edited 1 time in total.
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ClockWhy?s
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