i doubt it

How would you know what I am knowledgeable in? I've been in college and I also have a good friend dying of Aids, so I'll assume I have some knowledge here. Seeing as I don't eat at Burger King (or McDonald's) I don't need a Burger King napkin.

Hey dude, whatcha smokin’? I’m trying to be slanderous and obnoxious in long-standing Poemranker propcol, but, hey, we’re having a monsoon here in Southern California. I just got back from a long walk in the last inch of 42 this winter with a stop for a pinot noir. The last monsoon was about 1850 as I recall, the year the entire basin flooded from what we now call Newport all the way to the Los Angeles River and more. We called it the Big Water, but to the Spaniards, well, they had to rename everything kinda Christian, going along with the San Fernando Mission I guess. Anyway, my brave got the wickiup built and we settled in on higher ground – no mission living for us, like all those lilly-liver tribesmen and their weak wasted squaws. No, my brave flips back the flap and saunters in with that “Aala, get ready” look, and well, the rest is karmic transference. Reminds me of the good days listening to Buddha talk about the non-existence of the “I,” - just a fiction really, and the only thing that lasts is karma. I went along with it and meditated deep into myself to find my own truth as the Budda said, but, ya know, that rebirth stuff threw me, still does. Seems to me that if any of that karma stuff really goes into pigs and the like and then back to me, I’d feel piggish, maybe look a bit piggish too. Oh well, if it really works, maybe you really can get your ass clean outa the universe and away from it all. Bon voyage.

I kind of had a feeling.

Sorry, not much better. Try again.

Maybe the point is easier to see now.

All we know we obsessed with many things such as love and death mortality and immortality destiny and eternity some of us might find life as a sentence .." life is my agony " i shoud say the death is path of our freedom but i am still dwelling in my sadness sheding tears upon the darkness grasping the hands of lonliness and murmuring the words of emptiness

i like the way his poem is ..it's a avant garde poem ...i will give it more than 10 score

yeah it has the simplicity of his imagination into the concept of a flat earth

Wilco this is a nice poem ..

yeah, actually, i didn't write the pirate stuff.

Dovina some poeple said before i said they said the different things they opened different secerts they had taken different ways the all things which they got they passed by their souls to different lives now do i have them in my soul ? have i lived thousands lives ? and i exprienced too many ways of life it's still unknown for many of us but i want to go beyond what they got before us some of them fathomed the unsaid things in soul that can be sensed just between souls Dovina ...live by this poem The morning wind spreads its fresh smell we must get up and take that in that wind that lets us live Breathe before it's gone Dance, when you're broken open Dance,if you've torn the bandage off Dance , in the middle of fighting Dance in your blood Dance, when you're prefectly free