burnt the bacon thinkng making for you

oh, it's me

not the woe

that might be found in the     paths

i followed

 

cause i know

the titanic sleeps

peacefully

all because of me

 

like the long-tooth

hippie elephants

i couldn't choose

make a stand

 

warm or cold

 

chose humidity

and negativity

 

brought it to a close

 

oh it's me

not the woe

that always eye-hustlesme

to marrow

 

breaking bones to borrow

memories

memories

 going

 

tao now knows

nothing

like garden absent

blosoms in evening

 

moonflowers for you

 

my lack of mental stretch

is your new etch a sketch

Reviews

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~ wow... incredible word play on display... and a lot of heart too... i just didn't understand the part about the "lack of mental stretch"... because i think that a truly phenomenal mind must have written this piece of poetry... just sayin'... :P

[Steeven]

'lack of mental stretch"
muscles unused an easily subdued...in context

but as per-serahpism
you make mere crossword poem
meam much more
thanks

[Steeven]

*sic*
please excuse the curious wrongs in my comment, ie...an "m" `stead of an "n"

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~ hahahaha... mo morries... i umderstand... :P

~ your mind... oh, your mind... i've always felt that true poets need to be pranksters at heart... and you just prove me right every time you write... :P

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~ p.s. damn... i missed the second n in understand... :P