Amusing wordplay, especially checked under his kilt for a pulse.

Gads! I do say 'ol chap. You seem to be quite the runner at present.

Grrrr. This is well done, but, I am qite tiring of the war theme. Maybe I'm tiring of the war.>.< Where is -=Dark_Angel=- to alleviate this stress?

Rondine, Rondeau. Two for show I'm ready to go Always like a good ride.

Curses! Foiled again! this is much better than what i wrote about my mom.

I'd like to see this one perfomed open mic.

LOL...i raped you of individuality...hahaha...you dint even know who the hell you were when i met you.You were a lost rocker in a thug life world and i freed you i opened you mind to eternal possibilities that you couldnt even grasp.A dark prince came into your world and has clouded your vision,maybe thats why all your other poems are so bleak and dark you need to clear your self from that storm. I will always be the dandy in your ghetto with a snowhite smile... and i wouldnt dare breath in your new zone for it is tainted with the pale scent of your infidelity... ofcourse there is chaos in my eyes but what is wrong with chaos remember the principle of Anarchy...There must be chaos for order. i had self control not to cheat and run away from little problems...and i did let you see...its just this new veil you wear that wont allow you breath or see,or maybe it lets you breath to much and look were that leads...*Cough*...i wont say it. I will NEVER DIE i will live always in your heart and you cannot deny that for i run through you...

Sweet!!!

amt, 5meodipt, dpt? salvia? try those, very nice stuff. heres a nine.

hate to be blunt here, i think it's overdone. :( no vote

micro sized version of poem: Ive been a stoned fool for six years and counting Hooked, a goner with a pen- but smugly famous after ultra-od and my poetry discoverd under the porch by my lucky joint.

goddamn it- she was lesbian? j/k rejoice in the sacred eight bestowed unto you.

lemon-butter chicken and pasta w/wine, perhaps? o.0

Thanks alot supremedreamer it means alot your score as i was quite impressed with a poem i read of yours.I tried salvia man but it just dint work for me i dont know why.Ill look into your other suggestions definetely.Thanx again

Oh, and surprise! I'm SD with a face-lift!

This isn't a poem, its therapy verse- are you a teenage counselor?

What the hell am I missing here??

Th bonus? A bed that fold up into the wall with oxygen masks and to many nicle slots = vibrate than I care to recite.

hey this was really interesting, i think u were talking shit, but i can see it as a symbol of a person too. its really good.

S.Dreamer thank you for the eight no pun intended.The gene thing yep, art and music too.Horus and baphomet are unique loving and good lookers. 15 years apart but alot alike."Nothing great will ever be achieved without great men.And men are great only if they are determined to be so.{charles De Gaulle} Horus was composing poetry at five, loved to sing,and could outread any of he's friends. Baphomet has an ear for languages' is very creative,and also loves music.So Xcuse me whyle I kiss the sky. I need to better my writting but you should see my poems. En espanol.Que suenescon creciones de Dali, mi amigo, ciao. The third