Photo credit: Temari 09 I’d love to say things Yum-Yum & that chicken thing I’d appreciate them on lawn I respect things I don’t own Show you up at my funeral, pimp Priests still busy on their pinching glasses – how could I know - I respect things I don’t own. It&#[...]
Posts Tagged ‘death’
May 25th, 2010 - 9:32 am § in Poems
Old women live without eating
Photo credit: rbrwr Old women live without eating leaning back fingernails on the arms of their rockin’ chairs, printed in prayers graved down as an argument; here’s where they knock on wood. Well at least they’ve been kept impressed – consoled by elderlies in a good deal wit[...]
May 8th, 2010 - 1:38 pm § in Poems
Judging serious life is not unworthy
Photo credit: Mitmensch0812 Judging serious life is not unworthy, not a huge amount of work, as long as there is fun in philosopher’s life and style, whether the problems are questioning suicide or rather quite the contrary the impulse to be bright - as long as the brain is lasting in a sharp [...]
April 8th, 2010 - 4:20 pm § in Poems
Every poet’s manufactured by death
Photo credit: lipár Every poet’s manufactured by death - in a recap – as a masterful blend of words-of-mouth, oblique angles, and a pill for a charming breath; The cheekiest humour has a moral script, from the pop composer to the comedy act - and we’re all taking credit for that. [...]
