The best part about this poem is how you don't know how wretched your grammar really is. You pretty much say in one part: something made me regret a lack of words [that was] missing. Well, was the lack missing, or were the words? Who the fuck knows!?! Oh, and you misused "lead", most likely meaning "led". And the sentence before that isn't really a sentence either. And no word in this comment is longer than two syllables, except "syllables", so shut the fuck up. You're the one who made such a big deal about vocab in the first place. And I take it back, the best part of this poem is how none of the three people who've voted on it noticed anything wrong. -thumbs down- ;_(

Is it a riddle? Are you a swashbuckler?

Funny, like gas.

I love it.

From then til now, God has died and dreaming of sex with no hangups is his replacement. And the cow jumped over the moon.

It's better now, but why do you split "slippery?" And "your self allclothed" adds nothing more than "yourself all clothed."

This is quite well written, though too often misspelled.

Arogant

I thought you were above this sort of thing.

I cleansed away your sin and did it for my own benefit.

I'm sorry Mrs dovina for deleteing your comments. i should have not been on my grandads computer anyway. you know he is in the hospital

A very satisfying plan, if only it could be... *sigh* What the hell! I'm an atheist! *8*

Quite "...", yes, quite. *9*

It's a riddle. You're a librarian.

Quite horus8 like - love the title, good job.

Everyone has their advice, but here is the true and useful advice, young woman: Follow your heart with constrained devotion and do it for a long time. Persistance after a singular goal will get you where I am - financially secure, mentally logical, loveless, and satisfied. There is no better evening than this one, alone with a glass of good wine, a keyboard, and something the world needs to hear.

To Dovina and CLS: You can't say "Everyone has their...". <END COMMENT>

I don't see why you're so down on me, anyway, when we're really pretty similar. We both live in hot tacky places which none of the rest of the world cares about until they're on fire.

It's a riddle. The answer is: you!

I love your poems. keep up the good work, and remember Whatever is in anyway beautiful has its source of beauity in itself. and complete in itself; praise forms no parts of it. so it is none the worse nor the better for being praised. when you create this planet let me know.