this is sweet.

nope...not afraid of catching the aids, just the egocentric-homoism......hybristophilia, much more attractive!

so sweet - and so sad. I wonder about the "unique body" . . . I'd typically crit for the simple descriptors (doesn't show much, tells alot) - but they fit with the simple emotional theme, so; fine. This would easily make a very nice ghazal.

like a love poem, only yes and only no.

is the title ironic, or are you a cynic?

Owie! but good. imagery. mm.

Fascinating. As a vegetarian, i can't quite relate, but you certainly sexualize it...well.

i think it means god.

My Secret Person Torment Staying Sane Happy Kid "Turmoil Prelude to a Legend Legend Alone The Trail Confusion Rain Doesn't Seem to Stop Playing Games Bottom Can't See Black Heart Disbeliever Self Winged Beauty Blinded by Your Kiss Reality Day Dream The One I think About Existence" If you put all of your titles together? It looks just like one of those signs that those Jesus freaks carry in the subways of New York. Facinating, truly fricken fascinating.

I, for one, am terrified.

too much reminding me of "my body's like whoa". Hip hop it's not but - interesting. the last line didn't work for me - you've already mentioned the spit dripping poison and all I could see was pussing eyes...nope, not a pretty site.

good deep poem like it!!!!!!!!!

you mean fairy-tied!

sorry man, just can't get through this shit- doesn't hold my interest. May have it's merits but I've nary the patience to find out. HORUS8 is much better & much less self-indulgent. Happy trails, FAG!!!!

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If you paid a guy to read this in a drunk Irish accent? I'd pay to see it. My favourite was "Hearken". I, for one, had to read the bible several times whilst I was at the private boys shavery. Forced to sing beautiful Psalms in their entireties. Lord, it was a bore, but I believe your mentally retarded approach to preaching (great gimmick by the way) is much better. Because, it really speaks to the underdogs. The mistreated people of a lower more depraved caste in our indifferent society. The illiterate.

There are definitely moments that I feel like that!. . .sometimes they are really long moments. .

poem, put it in a poem

An experience at work? it illustrates a lack of understanding that there is more than one way to skin a cat (other than fold or punch). Maybe the writer will nod in agreement then, machiavelli-like, bend the result to his will behind the scenes?? Nah, thats just crazy talk.

yeah, what TP said.