your certainly on a mission, thats for sure. hows your night?

its like having a remote, i can always count on electric results.

tender? the sun might be colored like an apricot, but i dont think id risk taking a bite: teeth can melt. tender, then mentioning soft infant bellies.. perhaps overdoing the details can get redundant, make your point and tighten the output.. how the poem sparks and bangs makes a huge impact on how it affects the reader.

I am the prophet that the rummies worship with open jaws begging for me to bleed which occurs only when i decide to shed three tears in rememberance of the silly trinity that belongs to christianity i do enjoy teasing..hah.

Iam almost speechless, they say love and hate are parallel so your love for me is deeper then hell, Hmm? You are the first and last of my love,s how does it feel when I ride the swell over eight feet or more of perfection,,I hold my Breath and swalow hard ,,,the O2 I shared with you and then some for ever more your name is a gift, My name is your other half for ever more i love you to death.And resurrection can give a hell of an errection... see you in my reality >HEDWIG Is carved across your heart.

Dog wood blossoms have the mark of the nails that bore the weight of Jesus wrists and feet you can see the rusted blood stained blossoms in the shape of the cross.. so the tale goes a drop of blood on the shrub,, red sea exodus to freedom between huge walls of salt water its all very deep< one can be marked before birth the red under the bark skin muscle blood..this is someone very close to him blood line spiritual past life memory,No one makes anyone pry its a primal urge a uncontrolable search of closure the red sea is not very deep in all reality thus the crossing..but limbs at dusk Hmm?Arc under..?Think,,Forget all gods andmark regardless of the season time ,,keeps us all from beloved oaks, willowspalm trees,,are the fish (Sperm)Swimming slippery wonderfull sensual and holy/ The Third Isis>

"is still is a favored paint." one too many is' "but have an abudant supply" lose the have. Oh, and i'm pleased to see you finally mellowing out. You'll have plenty of time to kill later, once it all builds up again like it always does.

ah horus, i fear i might be getting a tad soft but, thankfully your always at attention with parody musicals..hrmm, there must always be carnivores to do vegan population controll, or a bell man with the most painful copper echos. does my "im being gentle" mask suit me? or do i need to get more goddamn plaster and better molds? as usual, your satire is a well crafted stand up session- 10.

hrmm. your point could be made clearer with a tad more simplicity in language.. course, im not one to discourage dictionary exploration (webster is annoyed, ive ripped many corners and smudged the occasional few letters.) but- the thing to keep in mind is: what is your goal? abstract, straightforward, inbetween? etc. for now, i give a 7.

Okay I admit this slips me by. I am way to dumb to try to follow this one.

oh my.. im really fired up.. notepad shall be sore before the day is done..

aye, i made the list.. and ive only just gotten out my slump pleasantly surprised. but i liked the intro much more, i like nodding profusely. the list rocks, and i there arent many that could replace you as judge. anyway, enough yammering- i have to catch the next updraft and fly again (i didnt get these damned wings for nothing)

Is this a self help poem.. or one of those "today i stare into the mirror" --and unfortunately i succeed-- shit happens. everyone must expell waste then and again.

purity is what ever you deem it to be and purpose is a changing river the water never stays the same ah, about purity again: fish have to piss and shit too and one of my duties of being a certified asshole, is to squat and release poo into the flowing h20 coming out your tap cheers.

acne is a passing horror dead flies are an interesting cure you have imagined up though is it working yet?

your cold, and i have a blanket ready to admit to shivering?

I once had a bike with a titanium frame. It hung itself. you mispelled a "truly" terrifficly, YES!

The best cure for it is good food, more sleep, lots of water, and whatever you do DON'T TURN ON THE LIGHT IN THE BATHROOM! ah fuck it I'm spun as a hamster in rat cage and I got a lovely pimple on the side of my jaw curently that will require a mud application for certain, but one is always btter than scratching and picking and making two.

THat would be 'me-sky'. " of my mouth." THat should be a me and no y.

Before Mother's Eyes (Free verse) by ItalyAngel A spectacular horusian edit Mother never knew adoration. She survived on sequence alone, and scarcity Her eyes stitching in cotton. Never tasting silk or satin. On bruised knee she prayed for better days eager for solace & to keep her children snugged up safe. Safer than what she had known of herself earlier, thinner. Breakfronts bare, we sipped on pungent scraps- six soiled faces- jovial before mother’s fixing eyes, Forever gratified to have seen her as she tried, and feel it deliver us, and comfort her. Our bellies blistered the split- unfilled yet, we never let on of hunger beneath any day clear or grey instead we prepared our beds to say our prayers, when said, of quilted splinter and grew to value her listening cure. Because she did, her ears missed nothing. Life’s intricacies shall not change me Or imply I see another... Forever, there's only my mother. I guess I'll give you a 7, because, none of your poetry is quite there yet, but it might be.