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Wrote this one last night what cha think



You see...

You're the type of person that'd be mentioned enthusiastically
"But where's that guy now?"
"I think he's six feet deep"

I'm the type of person that'd be mentioned only marginally
simply periodically
to advance your state of mind formally
I would hate to extract your fear
"But where is...
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piksy:
you stationed at ft gordon?
rainbojane:
Yup sure am
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So...yeah I'm drunk but whatever. Ya know what I'm tired of? I am tired of meeting the same ole' tired ass plain girls around here. I have yet to meet a unique giel n the south. I wanna see some feakin' flavor some difference come on now help me out....wow me! eeek
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So I found out today that the army is kicking me out because I am GAY.....oh well what can you do. I am getting an other than honorable discharge. I am sure that it going to look wonderful on my next job application. I am pissed though cause I spent 10 months in Iraq fighting their war just to come back and a month...
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rainbojane:
so yeah now that I'm back in the states and I can actually get to a computer thats hooked to the internet. I feel thst I need to start writing more so here is a couple of poems

Dance With Me
I forgot to tell you what happend at the party last night
I broke my foot in my mouth after you passed out
Will you still walk with me?
or sing to me?
Dance with me?
or even talk to me?
It's bad, but we'll be ok
Don't you worry a bit babe
I know you'll feel a bit uneasy at first,
but you'll expound within our mirth
Sign language and crutches
This way we'll know
Pity is ours wherever we go
rainbojane:
My Cookies
Give me back my cookies
This is the last time I'm telling you
If you don't I'll smack you in the face
I know they're sweet
You're just mad that you don't have your own to eat
You see...
That's the difference between us two
I keep my cookies in the jar
and you...
You ravage them as soon as they touch your hand

AND SOME MORE......

My Cookies
Give me back my cookies
This is the last time I'm telling you
If you don't I'll smack you in the face
I know they're sweet
You're just mad that you don't have your own to eat
You see...
That's the difference between us two
I keep my cookies in the jar
and you...
You ravage them as soon as they touch your hand

Nice and Dirty
I killed this man and walked under a ladder
I stole money from Pops and have gotten much fatter
I had sex with a woman during which I was eager
I bowed down to Satan when I spit at some preacher
He forgave me saying: "No sin is greater than another."
"So why not partake in all of them?" I ask.
When temptations arise
I grab them sometimes
What's wrong with that?
They're there for the taking
The outcome is similar,
but just a bit deviant
Their characteristics I want to remember
One man's trash is another man's treasure

Matters
Sometimes I sit back and contemplate matters
Then, I realize that nothing's happining
So, why contemplate?
Sometimes matters jump in my face
Then, I realize I wasn't ready
So, why did they bother me?
Sometimes I take matters into my hands
Then, I realize that they're too heavy
So, why even pick them up?
You know what?
It doesn't even matter


LIFE... Flashed before my Eyes
I see sincerity in your eyes
Divine clarity in your face
When I close these eyes of mine
I see smiling faces
and races I never won
I open my eyes to see the brightest sun
Remember the fun?
BUT, then you pull out your gun
I think I may be done
I saw sincerity in your face
Divine clarity in your eyes


And this my favorite!


Complicated Distraction


Complicated distraction
that brings relaxation
Oh, the temptation
to fly to the moon
to ski down the slopes
I just wanna' roller-skate through space
Don't agitate my mind with the time it takes
to make me taste heaven
Let's drop by 7-11 and get the utencils
pens and pencils
plastic or paper?
Just take her to the store
I need more, more, more!
How do you like it?
I can't fight it
The urge to ride against the curb
I'm in awe
Disturbed
Scared
Perturbed
Will this be the last of it?
Will you take my bag of trick from me
and dump me inside the reality?
Oh no,
PLEASE!
I'll be good
I can do it in moderation
or in slow action
just let there be no change in the range of the effect
in the chain of the affection
of my friendly
complicated distraction

Break Me


You wanna' see me smile or cry?
Is that better?
I can't compare my feelings to the weather

You wanna' make me sing or scream?
Is that nicer?
I can't excite action because I'm not a fighter

You wanna' have me breath or choke?
Is that stronger?
I can't prolong pain to live much longer

You wanna' show me patterns or enigma?
Is that stranger?
I can't be confused if I'm full of anger

As weird as it seems
What's for you is for me
Thank you for making me who I am
and shaping these emotions that make me a man


Break Me


You wanna' see me smile or cry?
Is that better?
I can't compare my feelings to the weather

You wanna' make me sing or scream?
Is that nicer?
I can't excite action because I'm not a fighter

You wanna' have me breath or choke?
Is that stronger?
I can't prolong pain to live much longer

You wanna' show me patterns or enigma?
Is that stranger?
I can't be confused if I'm full of anger

As weird as it seems
What's for you is for me
Thank you for making me who I am
and shaping these emotions that make me a man

You See...


You see...

You're the type of person that'd be mentioned enthusiastically
"But where's that guy now?"
"I think he's six feet deep"

I'm the type of person that'd be mentioned only marginally
simply periodically
to advance your state of mind formally
I would hate to extract your fear
"But where is that girl?"
"She's probably drinking a beer."

I could give you peace

You think I'm on my knees,
but when you really look
you see it's true,
I'm praying

So, maybe that God you serve on that pretty tattoo
is with you
sippin' gin and juice in heaven too

NAH...

Maybe you're just sittin' back relaxin'
maxin'
your prepatory action
Distraction

You see...
My hands extract ya' reaction
I could be lax or I could get the jack
that is
if I leave 7-11
and try to make it up to heaven

I see now that I play checkers and you play chess
Or the other way around, you've got to invest

You see...
I play my game over and over again
with a man slain
lain
next to my bare
hangers in my drawer make me wanna' start more
One of these days I think I'll get a back door

Maybe I just have that tragic flaw
I can't stand on the Earth floor without wanting more,
but the tears I cry seep into hells doors

You see...
We remember Lucifer and his friends in his pen
and wonder then,
how his tragic life began
how did it get wasted?
Only because he tasted?

But he's got his own place
that is
below heavens grace

Oh, what a disease became us
VICE
Everything I fought to release in this life

You see...
You can be cool with your new tattoo
in heaven,
but look to your right
What a fight
I'm alive!!