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    Hey there all you kool kats. Thought I would try something new here just for the heck of it. Sit back take a sip of your favorite beverage and chill to the beat styling's of some poetry from my High School years.

    From this cup from which I sip, my coffee, bringing to my lips, sweet pleasure.

    With a capitol Caf, and a lower case feine, an aromatic treasure
    Black milk I'll never wean.

    The best from the breasts of Mother Columbia.

    Just thought I'ld throw down a little impromptu poetry slam session!
    "Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorius is to die daily" - Napoleon Bonaparte.

    Michael

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    Coffee, cofffee the bitter brown bean,
    gotta get enough to fill my spleen.

    I never did anygood at poetry.
    Not lip service, nor obsequious homage to superiors, nor servile observance of forms and customs...the Australian army is proof that individualism is the best and not the worst foundation upon which to build up collective discipline - General Monash

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    • #3
      Word!
      Roll it about, spoken or written.
      Savor its warmth like wooly plush mittens.
      Sates our lust like young necks bitten!
      Word!
      I have no problem at all with being proved wrong. Especially when being proved wrong leaves the world a better place, than being proved right...

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      • #4
        Impromptu Haiku,
        poetic meandering
        refreshes like ice.
        I have no problem at all with being proved wrong. Especially when being proved wrong leaves the world a better place, than being proved right...

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        • #5
          Go cat go, slip me some skin.

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          • #6
            communication
            fueling transformation
            word action truth feeling

            Great jam JAMiAM!
            "Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorius is to die daily" - Napoleon Bonaparte.

            Michael

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            • #7
              Alluring curves, and flowing lines,
              the sum of her parts infinitesimally fine.
              To derive her beauty brings a blush to the face
              of men and women who seek out her grace,
              to understand the ways of the world.
              Calculus, is the name of this girl.
              I have no problem at all with being proved wrong. Especially when being proved wrong leaves the world a better place, than being proved right...

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              • #8
                The music of the sphere's
                sing to my ears
                the following sweet melody
                Do wa diddy diddy dum diddy do.
                Last edited by Priest; 13 Apr 04, 13:13.

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                • #9
                  I had this ol' dog
                  that I'd named bone.
                  he loved to frolick in the fog
                  to see what was known
                  all the way from dale to bog
                  Eventually, when we got home...
                  me and that ol' dog
                  would sit for hours...all alone.
                  and while I watched a burning log
                  I would sit for hours stroking my bone.......
                  Last edited by Priest; 13 Apr 04, 17:04.

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                  • #10
                    Originally posted by Temujin
                    Coffee, cofffee the bitter brown bean,
                    gotta get enough to fill my spleen.

                    I never did anygood at poetry.
                    Nonsense, everyone has some poetry in them, whether it's in their words or their actions or their emotions.
                    "Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorius is to die daily" - Napoleon Bonaparte.

                    Michael

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                    • #11
                      Resurrection

                      Easter has come
                      time to resurrect my tirade?
                      Diamond hard monster named Jade-d?
                      Dumb numb ready to throw down these punk mutha's
                      with their jive ass talkin shhhiiiiii....
                      thinking it's wit never quit til the damn day
                      is done.

                      Sick of the man, sick of making the color of green
                      when its all that I am, and all I can be
                      with out school...
                      What are you doin after high school kid kool.

                      Better learn while you can if you want to make rules.

                      But alas my heart aches from this break this schism of life reality
                      but reality is really is whatcha want it to be, what you intend it to be and ultimately what we make it to be.
                      Its taken years to lay down the spirit of the past that spectre haunting my steps into the freshest spring grass. Life the well spring in your soul and your heart, that fountain of youth that takes you from your ends to new starts.

                      Cleansing the polution
                      oily and thermal the sun in solution,
                      my blood,
                      my arteries quake in the wake of my evolution.
                      Rising to throw down the fears
                      and the tirants that shackled my tears that bled fresh from my being.
                      A slave no more, will I be
                      no more prostituting
                      now that I that see
                      my worth in the earth and ready now to take my place amongst the stars, brilliant fires, alight from on high, blinding my eyes to the memory of the pain that came with my scars,
                      becons in this ever present darkness...guiding the wayward home, and blanketing them with the warmth of the dawn.
                      Last edited by NORAD; 13 Apr 04, 22:13.
                      "Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorius is to die daily" - Napoleon Bonaparte.

                      Michael

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