stary hosts -mushacow-the skies, they lay ashen and soberand whithered were their dwindling hostscrisped blew the breath of the morrowmourning loss (oh zodiac hosts!)the clouds, rolled back as a scroll,made light this morbid and dreary of sights;tempest, stood frigid a figure once oakbearing witness to a burial poll."oh sweet desdemonafrom the heavens cast thine eyes"the oceans and the mountains, they spake"glory- it no longer reigns in the skiesand this longing, it will once again wake"this need for a 'silver beauty,' far from subsidedthe skies, they lay ashen and soberand whithered were their dwindling hostscrisped blew the breath of the morrowmourning loss (oh zodiac hosts!)the ocean, it lay coaxed by the waxing of the moonpushing, contriving, wailing upon that rocky ascentioncrushing my disheartened sole; (wrestling with that rocky ascention)moaning, "Mercy be the waxing of the moon!"Mercy be the waxing of the moonupon, titanic, this ghoul of tempts,this mushacow, this figure of
me and liz are bored..petals soaked in brinei love you clemintineyou will always be mineill soak you deep in brineyou'll drown but it'll be oh so finethat water making limp you spine... the trees are made of pine?on seafood we will dinemy dearest clemintine.*proceeding to a new rhyme...through*could you tell that it had nothing to dowith everything that makes me youbut it will make you think im ju-....vinilehuh!it's ok because i'm juvenile toogood................................pooI like the sweet irrodescent taste of cepesand little women wearing big black capeswhilst listening to the greatest queen tapesfin.you thought it was finished didnt you lizbut alas, its not, ill rhyme liz with lizthat way you cant look at the sceen.. lizaha, thats right, scratch your head.....lizWIZZBIZZFIZZ ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZto be one of us you have to knowevery word to the rocky horror showsweet transvestite, thats right, glowwith the greatest of pride...........NOcoz your not one of us unless we tell
pearly shellsthese many delights derive themselves from within the soul of anotherthis simple comfort, this piece of mind, not of myself but contentedness of a lover[love]such a term too tightly bound to the primal idea of lustwhen flesh itself, above all else, is first to turn to dustwhen everything that beauty strikes will soon succome to rustthis so called 'love' is soon to fail, all that is left is trustbut of late, i see, there has come to be a love that i adorea love of the mind; personality i find, needn't anything moreand this i speak to the pearly shells as i walk across the shorethis is the love that i still feel; much needs to be restoredI miss my beautiful friend
You dont want meYou dont want me, you want my hair[You dont want me]=[ you want my hair]you DONT want ME.... you WANT my HAIRyoudontwantme+youwantmy....hair?well let me tell you girl, my hair.. is my own...I see you [staring] at it, as if to say Oh.... did I slip? woops, I must haveSPRAINED MY EYES SIMPLY ADMIRING YOUR HAIRyou dont know that I can see you staring..you dont know that I
its 11:57flawless.I knew you oncethose liquid brown eyeswith no way to disguisethe thoughts occuring in your mind.I knew you onceThat saphire skinand voice beckoningto a love never left behind.A star crossed love upon the cheeks of the mightyfrosted over in the eyes of the lostis cast into the depths of the lake of the unsightlytoo early to count the costyou cast your fears insidein hope to bury the proofyou know youll never gainin hope that you never loseand for the sake of good conversation i will stop there..
Jennifer GarnerMy jennifer garner, she watches me sleep, watches from my bed side tableshe would watch me eat, and wash my feet, if only she were able.her porcelain arms and man like features are uncanny, at least mum rekonsbut if she were alive she would shoot mum dead in only a couple of secondsyeh.. no one calls my jenny a man!
todays improvisation- 30-11-05These placid delights fall short, facing inspectionBut you daren't succome to the hands of correctionknowing they are harmful you chose the electionof pride and ignorance; a choice of protectionbottled bliss sees a lone sollemn facefermenting your heart, to bate its forlorn-pacetemper shortened, Bale takes its placeloved by everyone; unaware this is the caseyeh, just a short one today..But.. I found one I did ages ago.. I was trying to find as many rhyming words for 'chore'it turned out quite funny actuallyWhile fools at home did their choresthey stepped on 'Henry the mouses' clawsnow he didnt react with a mighty roarbut kept it inside as he ran across the floor,because he wanted revenge to be something more.'Oh man', he thought, 'they have danger in store'as through the house he began to gnaw.He ate through the window, ceiling and door,and the priceless curtains he maticuously tore.the fools they reacted, they cursed, they sworethis menacing mouse, they couldnt ig