Some manner of muse is stroking my writing hand, and I dare not push it away.
I think more will come, in the near future.
I hope you enjoy them.


Spare ChangeChange is good, they say Uproot the old, lift up the newSpare Change
Got some spare change?
I have but a single coin Hung on a pendulous string
Are you feeling sleepy?
I toss in my bed, unable to rest My pillow brings me no comfort
Another drink, sir?
From time to time, sing a rhyme To what end do you sing? Songs of change, songs so strange The ear's a fickle thing
Will you sing, your throat so parched, your wallet so bare? Will you cast your voice out to their blank, dull stare? Will you sing, will you drink, can you


Something Amiss...Questions, with no answers Answers, I know are wrong Wrong music, wrong dancers Dancers pause too longSomething Amiss...
Puppets, no strings Delicate, fragile things Somber, lithe prancers Seraphs, no wings
All the World's a stage What part do you play? Writer with empty page Sculptor, with no clay?
Questions, with no answers Answers, I know are wrong Wrong music, wrong dancers I do not know this song...


A New Garden GrowsIn this blissful union, of heart and soul We find ourselves in pursuit of a new goal Parting soil, hardly a toil, for two hands as one A garden begins, nurtured by water, air, and sunA New Garden Grows
Nature is as nature does, and so you plant your seed As you water and weed, time will yield a little sprout Ever vibrant when the sun is out, yet night may yield some dew Though its leaves may still be few, what flower will bloom?
Let us not be hasty, let us not rush the seasons For there are still many seeds to plant, true Fruits, vegetables, herbs for many reasons All the range of


Heavenly KingdomGuiding lights, cast down at night A shining messiah, in the brightest day Our Deities, all, out in plain sight Let us bear witness and let us prayHeavenly Kingdom
The World traverses their tranquil sea Blessed are they who scry their word For they have many a lesson, many a story Some of which you have surely heard?
So it is that our threads are woven In an eternal cycle, ever revolving Not by austere men, in hidden coven As its no mystery that needs solving
For man has watched since cultures dawn As wordless gospel plays out in the sky Celestial,


Guy all the Hot Girls Want8 o'clock, Monday night and I'm waitin'Guy all the Hot Girls Want
To finally talk to a guy a little hotter than me.
His name is Pardus, he's a DJ with a nipple ring,
He smokes a bowl, but I'm not quite sure what that means.
And when he walks,
All the leopards roar and the girlies sing.
He doesn't notice me!
Cause he's playin' Halo Creamin' over raver girls
Listenin' to techno
Turntables in his eyes
It's like a bad movie
He is lookin' through me If you were me, then you'd be
Screamin' "Someone shoot me!"
As I fail miserably,
Tryin' to get t


In His Eyes PoemIn his eyes, I want to seem strong... In his eyes, I want to seem beautiful... In his eyes, I want to seem intellegent... In his eyes, I want to seem caring...In His Eyes Poem
Though in my eyes, I'm only kinda tough... Though in my eyes, I'm only kinda pretty... Though in my eyes, I'm only kinda smart... Though in my eyes, I'm only kinda loving...
Maybe in our eyes, we can be strong together... Maybe in our eyes, we can be striking together... Maybe in our eyes, we can be creative together... Maybe in our eyes, we can be compassionate together...
And maybe, if I hope
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Its Chero, fucker.
Please to meet you.
SHOW A JUGGALETTE RESPECT
Equipped with an axe and love handles.
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cH3r0
teh woofsky
"ACHOO!...sorry I'm allergic to bullshit."
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The world's a mess, it's in my kiss.
*Flicks her tail lazily before disappearing from whence she came*
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-Link
I let the dogs out.
Link's Guide to DA
Join the Street Team!
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I mis talking to Pardusy-poo ;-;
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~cH3r0
teh woofsky
what is it with ppl and spelling husky wrong?
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The internet scares me.
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