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Knights of progress 'alter boy shamed' (Free verse) by Bachus
The softened situation seeks some solidity <Become-soon> They came to enjoy the many fragrances <Flung-blossoms> The smells permeating from the surface <pale-smooth> of an altar <Slate-dark> When his role was the Necromancer <Warlock-spent> He alone read the ancient scrolls <Grimoire-stained> The truth is cloaked within the words <Druel-factor> of madmen <Scape-goats> Scribed down by scholars <Under-paid> In the hopes of vanquishing sadness <Pharmacopia-jew> But knowledge can be carried within madness <Bible-belt> Insanity, the mark of the soaked sponge <An endengared-species> Finally finding sanctuary between the genders <Bi-vocal> He collapses than re-settles <Sediment-heavied> Waiting patiently for what his ritual renders <Inorganic-beinged> True magicians are more then just reality benders <Slight-of-head> or curse senders <Rabbit-collectors> More like truth folders <Hot-potatoe> Evolution's knights of Heaven's duality <Curiosity killed the angel> An uncommon jubilee <Yinned-and-Yanged> Beguiled merely by his own undertakings <Basilisk-gazings> Staggered by the routines of my many brothers <Abel-hugged> Dog-pant-tired he burns offerings <Petulie-oiled> Offerings to anything that's noticing <Devotion-finger> His feeble attempts to find sanctuary <Hide-or-evaporate> Never a guest <Jettison-mailed> Feeding on anything <Parasite-smirk> Everything swings back <Pond-rope-release> Hemp cloth <Mead & Aled> Earthenware sack <component -pinch> Hidden and screaming <Id-please-sir> Egos in the jagged crevice <The pit and the pendelum> So there he is awaiting her touch <Horny>][<Again> He's thinking about her, but she thinks him too much <big-headed> He's come to that conclusion <Barely-legal> From the basis of a hunch <Seven-roll> The story still reeks of splendor <Memorizing-Mary> When the clock ticks quietly <Unaware hand twitching> Under a blanket of humor <Sentenced-tomorrow> Where is that malignant tumor ? <Downstairs and to the left> Next to my heart <Femoraly-aeortaed> This grape-vining amongst the railroad tracks <Chicago L ride> A well-shadowed morning <Ferrel><snap, crackle, pop> The snowman saves the day <Goodbye...Frosty>

Down the ladder: Escape

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Arithmetic Mean: 4.769231
Weighted score: 4.7707753
Overall Rank: 11374
Posted: September 14, 2002 2:00 AM PDT; Last modified: September 14, 2002 2:30 AM PDT
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[0] horus8 @ 24.126.113.154 | 20-Sep-02/12:28 AM | Reply
if you read the left first and then all of the right in <666> it sounds way better...you should tag this one with that warning "read everything with out <> first and then all the <> in order from top to bottom next..carry on
[9] royalflesh @ 66.122.134.206 | 20-Sep-02/11:17 PM | Reply
Truth is indeed in the cloak of the words. The style is tripped out, but cool
[n/a] Tibbs @ 67.84.171.10 | 8-Oct-02/10:52 PM | Reply
your poems are often so convoluted that i can't decide if they are genius or chum. they make the ganglia twitch, itch, bitch. ditch me. lick me.
[n/a] Bachus @ 24.126.113.154 > Tibbs | 4-Nov-02/5:35 PM | Reply
something tells me that you wouldn't know a ganglia from a box of girlscout cookies. try again.a
[5] -=SeTTle=- @ 63.214.114.113 | 3-Jan-03/5:44 PM | Reply
Ambitious, even for u! I realize you're mine.n
[n/a] Bachus @ 24.126.113.154 > -=SeTTle=- | 5-Jan-03/1:17 PM | Reply
no. you don't. that's your fucking problem.
[5] -=SeTTle=- @ 68.14.26.239 > Bachus | 13-Apr-03/7:07 PM | Reply
sounds more like your problem fucko! HA HA HA
[5] -=SeTTle=- @ 68.14.26.239 > Bachus | 13-Apr-03/7:08 PM | Reply
you know I never read this shit even halfway through right?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
[0] horus8 @ 24.126.113.154 > -=SeTTle=- | 8-May-03/2:30 PM | Reply
Seriously, do you think that bothers me?
Perhaps, I should just call it quits
because you don't read it half way through.
Boy, oh boy, oh boy. Where were you when I
cared about caring about what people thought?
Exactly.
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 131.111.212.215 > horus8 | 8-May-03/2:38 PM | Reply
Perhaps he was too busy watching you obsessively reply to every negative comment someone makes on one of your poemes to notice you'd stopped caring what people think.
[0] Jeremi B. Handrinos @ 24.126.113.154 | 2-Mar-03/1:55 PM | Reply
If you weren't me i would rape your mouth with a skunk and a sling shot, bastard.
[0] horus8 @ 24.126.113.154 | 12-Mar-03/4:40 PM | Reply
Gerbal fodder, go away.
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