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		| MADali Basically, someone like me is the friend who is watching from afar and shaking one's head.
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		| Let My Love Open The Door I do God's work of raping BITCHES!
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				| MADali, I like both of those poems but I tried to pick ones that can be read in less than 15 minutes. _________________
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		| MADali Basically, someone like me is the friend who is watching from afar and shaking one's head.
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				| I dont like that you edited my poem, facist |  |  
		| Let My Love Open The Door I do God's work of raping BITCHES!
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				| I don't like you posting 10 page poems in their entirety just to RUIN my thread! _________________
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		| MADali Basically, someone like me is the friend who is watching from afar and shaking one's head.
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				| Furthur Notice by Philip Walen
 
 I can't live in this world
 And I refuse to kill myself
 Or let you kill me
 
 The dill plant lives, the airplane
 My alarm clock, this ink
 I won't go away
 
 I shall be myself-
 Free, a genius, an embarrassment
 Like the Indian, the buffalo
 
 Like Yellowstone National Part
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		| MADali Basically, someone like me is the friend who is watching from afar and shaking one's head.
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				| The Genius of the Crowd by Charles Bukowski 
 
 There is enough treachery, hatred,
 violence,
 Absurdity in the average human
 being
 To supply any given army on any given
 day.
 AND The Best At Murder Are Those
 Who Preach Against It.
 AND The Best At Hate Are Those
 Who Preach LOVE
 AND THE BEST AT WAR
 --FINALLY--ARE THOSE WHO
 PREACH
 PEACE
 
 Those Who Preach GOD
 NEED God
 Those Who Preach PEACE
 Do Not Have Peace.
 THOSE WHO PREACH LOVE
 DO NOT HAVE LOVE
 BEWARE THE PREACHERS
 Beware The Knowers.
 
 Beware
 Those Who
 Are ALWAYS
 READING
 BOOKS
 
 Beware Those Who Either Detest
 Poverty Or Are Proud Of It
 
 BEWARE Those Quick To Praise
 For They Need PRAISE In Return
 
 BEWARE Those Quick To Censure:
 They Are Afraid Of What They Do
 Not Know
 
 Beware Those Who Seek Constant
 Crowds; They Are Nothing
 Alone
 
 Beware
 The Average Man
 The Average Woman
 BEWARE Their Love
 
 Their Love Is Average, Seeks
 Average
 But There Is Genius In Their Hatred
 There Is Enough Genius In Their
 Hatred To Kill You, To Kill
 Anybody.
 
 Not Wanting Solitude
 Not Understanding Solitude
 They Will Attempt To Destroy
 Anything
 That Differs
 From Their Concepts
 
 Not Being Able
 To Create Art
 They Will Not
 Understand Art
 
 They Will Consider Their Failure
 As Creators
 Only As A Failure
 Of The World
 
 Not Being Able To Love Fully
 They Will BELIEVE Your Love
 Incomplete
 AND THEN THEY WILL HATE
 YOU
 
 And Their Hatred Will Be Perfect
 Like A Shining Diamond
 Like A Knife
 Like A Mountain
 LIKE A TIGER
 LIKE Hemlock
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		| MADali Basically, someone like me is the friend who is watching from afar and shaking one's head.
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				| I had my camera and took the shot through the shop window and a rather tall, ugly lady, neck bent forward, ran out of the shop. "What are you doing?" she asked "What did you photograph?" 
 "I photographed the naked mannequin" I told her.
 "I'd rather you didn't take any more photos" she said.
 
 "Alright" I said and I walked down the street with my camera, with her staring after me. I felt guilty and upset.
 
 Upset
 even though I had done nothing really improper.
 It usually happened to me at least once a day.
 
 I turned, dropped to one knee, focused and photographed her.
 
 She waved her arms and screamed and I shot her again.
 
 The trouble with these people is that their cities have never been bombed and their mothers have never been told to shut up
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		| Bladtman Joined: 14 Feb 2007
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				| Lil' Wayne – Weezy F. Baby IS, the best rapper alive (Hit me, Haaa!) GOOD MORNING NEW YORK!
 GOOD AFTERNOON NEW ORLEANS!
 GOOD NIGHT AMERICA!
 
 [Hook]
 YEEEAH!
 Dough is what I got lil' mama,
 Dough is what I got pretty lady
 Dough is what I got Shawty
 Dough is what I got baby
 C’mon I’m, Paid, I’m Paid, I’m Paid, I’m Paid
 
 [Verse 1]
 Give a woman none (uh' uh')
 I already gave my brother some
 It’s my sister’s turn
 Ain’t it funny how the fish do burn
 Wit ya boy, just relax like a fresh new perm
 And the world in the barrel of the pistol turn
 We get it how we live, Never Live and Learn
 Gotta talk about the flow, Cuz you is concerned
 Only Down South Rapper coulda been in da FIRM,
 Or, Tha Commision, or a Wu Tang Nigga
 Tried to tell ya I can kick it like Lu Kang Nigga
 Got that Sub Zero Flow how you want me ma?
 Nigga get over here like Scor-pi-on
 And, When it comes down to this recordin’,
 Im must be LeBron James if he’s Jordan
 No!, I won rings for my performance,
 I’m more of a Kobe Bryant of an artist
 Same coach, same game been startin’
 Same Triangle offense
 I come through the lane like a dawgin’
 Referee niggaz is lame, they call chargin’
 I have no brain I’m Retarded
 We all not the same I’m a Martian
 You can be my Jane, I’m your Tarzan
 I’m from the jungle where the snakes is all poison
 I am Magnificent like Marcus
 You might wanna fall back like August
 Or late september whateva you call it
 I hit niggaz in the head like Vonage
 I am talking to no particular audience
 But understand I am the guardian
 And understand there won’t be no guarding him
 You will just get played like an accordion
 I don’t give a damn if she’s bossy
 I keep pussy runnin’ like a faucet
 She better catch like she Steve Largent
 Because I’m “Wassup!” like Martin
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		| Let My Love Open The Door I do God's work of raping BITCHES!
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				| Harlem: A Dream Deferred
 by Langston Hughes
 
 What happens to a dream deferred?
 
 Does it dry up
 like a raisin in the sun?
 Or fester like a sore--
 And then run?
 Does it stink like rotten meat?
 Or crust and sugar over--
 like a syrupy sweet?
 
 Maybe it just sags
 like a heavy load.
 
 Or does it explode?
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		| FancyMichael A lonely fellow who couldn't bag a CHICKEN!
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				| This is the only poem I have ever truly enjoyed: 
 
 Kubla Khan
 by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
 
 Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment.
 
 
 
 In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
 A stately pleasure-dome decree:
 Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
 Through caverns measureless to man
 Down to a sunless sea.
 So twice five miles of fertile ground
 With walls and towers were girdled round;
 And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
 Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
 And here were forests ancient as the hills,
 Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
 
 
 But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
 Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
 A savage place! as holy and enchanted
 As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
 By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
 And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
 As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
 A mighty fountain momently was forced:
 Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
 Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
 Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:
 And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
 It flung up momently the sacred river.
 Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
 Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
 Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
 And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean;
 And ’mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
 Ancestral voices prophesying war!
 The shadow of the dome of pleasure
 Floated midway on the waves;
 Where was heard the mingled measure
 From the fountain and the caves.
 It was a miracle of rare device,
 A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
 
 
 A damsel with a dulcimer
 In a vision once I saw:
 It was an Abyssinian maid
 And on her dulcimer she played,
 Singing of Mount Abora.
 Could I revive within me
 Her symphony and song,
 To such a deep delight ’twould win me,
 That with music loud and long,
 I would build that dome in air,
 That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
 And all who heard should see them there,
 And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
 His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
 Weave a circle round him thrice,
 And close your eyes with holy dread
 For he on honey-dew hath fed,
 And drunk the milk of Paradise.
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		| Stupid Fucking Faggot Stupid 30 fuckbag who likes DBZ
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				| It's driving me crazy trying to think of the movie/TV show that poem was used in. 
 FUUUUUUUUCK.
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		| Let My Love Open The Door I do God's work of raping BITCHES!
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				| I like that poem a lot too, Mike! 
 Is one of the reasons you like it because it's a Rush song?
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		| Potatoes Joined: 06 Jan 2007
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				| I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles Oh that shit is on? Heh
 Let me drop some shit like this here, real smooth
 
 At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
 Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies bein burned
 Four walls just starin at a nigga
 I'm paranoid, sleepin with my finger on the trigger
 My mother's always stressin I ain't livin right
 But I ain't going out without a fight
 See, everytime my eyes close
 I start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my nose
 It's somebody watchin the Ak'
 But I don't know who it is, so I'm watchin my back
 I can see him when I'm deep in the covers
 When I awake I don't see the motherfucker
 He owns a black hat like I own
 A black suit and a cane like my own
 Some might say, "Take a chill, B"
 But fuck that shit! There's a nigga trying to kill me
 I'm poppin in the clip when the wind blows
 Every twenty seconds got me peepin out my window
 Investigatin the joint for traps
 Checkin my telephone for taps
 I'm starin at the woman on the corner
 It's fucked up when your mind is playin tricks on ya
 
 I make big money, I drive big cars
 Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star
 But late at night, somethin ain't right
 I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's head lights
 Is it that fool that I ran off the block?
 Or is it that nigga last week that I shot?
 Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars
 Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal Flour
 Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers
 Ain't no use to me lyin, I was scareder than a motherfucker
 Hooked a left into Popeye's and bailed out quick
 If it's goin down let's get this shit over with
 Here they come, just like I figured
 I got my hand on the motherfuckin trigger
 What I saw'll make your ass start gigglin
 Three black, crippled and crazy senior citizens
 I live by the sword
 I take my boys everywhere I go, because I'm paranoid
 I keep lookin over my shoulder and peepin around corners
 My mind is playin tricks on me
 
 Day by day it's more impossible to cope
 I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope
 Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
 Every Sunday mornin I'm in service
 Prayin for forgiveness
 And tryin to find an exit out the business
 I know the Lord is lookin at me
 But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy
 I often drift while I drive
 Havin fatal thoughts of suicide
 BANG and get it over with
 And then I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit
 I got a little boy to look after
 And if I died then my child would be a bastard
 I had a woman down with me
 But to me it seemed like she was down to get me
 She helped me out in this shit
 But to me she was just another bitch
 Now she's back with her mother
 Now I'm realizing that I love her
 Now I'm feelin lonely
 My mind is playin tricks on me
 
 This year Halloween fell on a weekend
 Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treatin
 Robbin little kids for bags
 Till an old man got behind our ass
 So we speeded up the pace
 Took a look back, and he was right before our face
 He'd be in for a squabble no doubt
 So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth
 He was goin down, we figured
 But this was no ordinary nigga
 He stood about six or seven feet
 Now, that's the nigga I'd be seein in my sleep
 So we triple-teamed on him
 Droppin them motherfuckin B's on him
 The more I swung the more blood flew
 Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared, too
 Then I felt just like a fiend
 It wasn't even close to Halloween
 It was dark as fuck on the streets
 My hands were all bloody, from punchin on the concrete
 God damn, homie
 My mind is playin tricks on me
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		| 8 bit orgy There's no fucking way Obama will win FL and NV. There's like to democrats to speak of anywhere here. Even the younger adults are voting for McCain. Honestly, I never even met a democrat in Florida, period.
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				| Wow you guys have no taste. |  |  
		| MADali Basically, someone like me is the friend who is watching from afar and shaking one's head.
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				| *posts secret alien poetry that was leaked* |  |  
		| Mike Dunn Joined: 24 Jan 2007
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				| Start with straight shots and then pop bottles Pour it on the models
 Shut up bitch, swallow
 If you can't swallow, shut up bitch gargle
 Straight up out the water with my Mark Jacob goggles
 Said I'm fresher than a motherfucker
 Yet I'm a motherfucker
 No I won't take your girl but I shall take her tongue from her
 Can't you tell a man love a woman?
 Like no other woman
 Argh, I'm sorry sweetheart
 I thought you was my other woman
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		| Let My Love Open The Door I do God's work of raping BITCHES!
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				| Incident Countee Cullen
 
 Once riding in old Baltimore,
 Heart-filled, head-filled with glee,
 I saw a Baltimorean
 Keep looking straight at me.
 
 Now I was eight and very small,
 And he was no whit bigger,
 And so I smiled, but he poked out
 His tongue, and called me, "Nigger."
 
 I saw the whole of Baltimore
 From May until December;
 Of all the things that happened there
 That's all that I remember.
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		| Magic Juan Joined: 10 Jan 2007
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		| Potatoes Joined: 06 Jan 2007
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