poemranker ::Pele's pulse by <{Baba^Yaga}>

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Pele's pulse

Member since 2002 · Posted 7 May 2003 · 2 comments

I am facing down my creation I guess it’s time I did anyway Because, I’m getting sick of total sedation, besides I move quicker when I’m awake I only wanted just to be, from your mind. You’re searching for your dark skinned father And looking through the jungles abroad Now we’re both on this beach in Kauai As the pig is bleeding in the brush I only wanted just to be, from your mind. Do you love? When you go down? Have you ever stopped to let your feet touch the ground? That night I saw you naked, and covered with yellow rose petals There were two strange men I had never met there with you And that’s not even counting the guy who took the picture I guess that makes him lucky lucky number three. I’m twenty-two years older now, but in my mind I’m still five A little boy frozen in amber, But Thanking god I’m still alive Cuz I still might get the chance to be inside your mind. And I’m sorry that I laid with Alani But you told her that she wasn't half So with a little black magic taboo She became our golden calf, and now I guess I'll never get to be, from your mind. Do you love? When you go down? Have you ever stopped to let your feet touch the ground? That night I saw you naked, and covered with yellow rose petals There were two strange men I had never met there with you And that’s not even counting the guy who took the picture I guess that makes him lucky lucky number three.

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[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 8-May-03/1:45 AM Reply
[n/a] horus8 › -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 8-May-03/6:58 PM Reply
horus808-May-03, 06:54 PM
http://www.mp3.com/horus8

a place to go to dirty more nappies.
Also where you'll find an electric version of
the crutchling in your honor in a month
or two. I fully plan on ripping off
your entire collection of lyrics and devoting
an entire album to you entitled

"The unbreakable wind"

It's the least I can do really.
To show you how much I love you.
You fucking toucan.

here's something you might find interesting
not that you are mature enough to grasp anything above your waste, but perhaps you might gather a chuckle.

Check out this article -- Filmmaker May Sue Evans, Carter To Stay In
the
Picture. Here's the url: http://www.nyobserver.com/pages/frontpage7.asp