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Counterspin the Clock

Submitted by docmaverick on Tue, 2012-01-03 09:43

Vile, but soo courageous,
counter-spin the clock;

your gaze cannot put him to, view
he's underneath a rock;

cursed, days I've known him,
counter-spin the clock.

~

Kleptic, pipe-line ambush
counter-spin the clock;

all was empty, save the shadow tree
he isn't worth the chalk;

cursed, days I've known him
counter-spin the clock.

~

Dormant congeries that diddle
counter-spin the clock;

we'll fade, into shades of grey
then, he has no room to talk.

Workshop: 
Shark Pool (initial workshop)

UNEMPLOYMENT LINE

Submitted by scribbler on Tue, 2012-01-03 09:19

I'm the best loom fixer ever
I knew them inside out
but now I'm unemployed because
they say I made too much

I have been to outer space
always on a U.S. craft
now to my shame and deep disgrace
I last hitched a ride out there

I'm a computer programmer
whose job is now gone overseas
where it's hard to understant the grammer
if you must call for help

Death Eternal

Submitted by Bloodstone on Tue, 2012-01-03 09:14

As life itself, with acces through all gates,
So too, there is no rhyme for our dark friend.
Death rose as an equal, eternally.
Forboding belligerence over all.

On roads where feet are tread to bone,
(The mar of waste-lands trudged alone),
We'd rather never have to meet,
Death, that bastard, warring woe,
So callous in his ways;
With whom all finds defeat.

Dazed and Confined

Submitted by docmaverick on Tue, 2012-01-03 00:56

'Twas twilight on an odd day, winter
with the shadows playing tricks with my head,

and to my dismay,
I'd had it, that day
I can't believe what those idiots said!

It was cool so, I pulled on my "hoodie"
with a logo of a team I'm not for,

no matter the name,
I wore it the same
someone knocked then, 'fore I opened, my door!

I welcomed them in past my threshold
just to find out there was nobody there;

Don't Kid Me Killer...

Submitted by Geezer on Mon, 2012-01-02 20:38

Killer stomped into the office, his face was twisted mean
He slammed the fuckin' door, and then began to scream
What the fuck is going on here? I really want to know
Everyone was frozen stiff, their faces white as snow
Silence filled the room, the radio went dead
And not a peep was heard, there was nothing said

I’m not Blind

Submitted by loved on Mon, 2012-01-02 11:04

I am not blind
But colour blind,
My hearts’
Not red,
I’m told it’s white
Red hot...
That's how I live
So ever happily

Let love be blind
But under the sheets
No lights are needed...

Tis the warmth of the hearth
The length and breadth
That we value most
You love me
And
I’d love to toast.

So is loves divinity
A gift of eternity
Where’s the need
Of anothers invasion,
When love and lust
Can be the very most
Satisfying equation

Loss

Submitted by William Saint George on Mon, 2012-01-02 05:09

The screen indicates "loading...loading",
But all I read is "loathing, loathing".

My butter is hard on the mouldy bread,
And stale milk fills my empty breath.

I smell the flower's dying odours,
And hear the gander croaking wild.

I see my dreams like fragile glass
Shatter against the wind's stormy face.

My sleep is like a waiting grave
In which I'll die; from which I'll rise.

My fear is real, and stalking me.
As these last letters are made free.

Different Whispers of a Song

Submitted by docmaverick on Sun, 2012-01-01 23:05

Sometimes it seems so difficult
making sense, of what is true,

by the time I've gained the knowledge
for that day, the day changes, "hue"!

Consequently, I have lately
become multi-optic with my eyes,

and a tad bit more discerning
so that the truth, I'll realize.

I listen with my ears....intent
and I know from what I see,

when things start appearing "suspect"
I'll ask questions to clear things up for me.

Summer Soldier

Submitted by emogothgirl on Sun, 2012-01-01 15:36

you ran away and
before you were
writing someone else's words
"plagiarism ain't a sin"
you said
i pretended i hadn't heard
but

summer soldier, would you fight for me?
summer soldier, would you go overseas?
summer soldier, those girls are awful pretty
would you die for me?
could you lie to me?

now i see
you were born to break things
countless pretty little hearts
crushed them up to
fine dust in the wind
never to return again
but

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Submitted by Esker on Sun, 2012-01-01 15:30

the dream is broken
all the lovers have
given their hope
to wings of errant angels
I

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