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MalisterMikey Sep 2014
I watch you over there,
so pretty and fare,
may I take your name,
trust me I can give you fame.

gold shines so bright,
on your eyes like heavens light,
seeing your desire,
makes my soul catch on fire,

though what of a diamond,
are you so determined?
well in the light of that,
let me call my rat.

we plan our theft thoroughly,
we will act like a busy bee,
quickly come to the vault,
do not worry it's code is default.

when the police come storming in,
I will show you my true sin,
while you sit in jail I shall feed,
for my truist sin is one of Greed.
kevin Apr 18
usage and issuance
as defined by military science
of constituted means by measure
in the building of a volume of
water and poetry in the mastering
of letters english and finite numbers
the metre of a voice singular and
constrained affably truist in derivation
from hand to mouth the building
of and in a coordination of motions
beneath a choice to recognize the author of
and defile oppositionally contrived insignificance

the prefecting of loves appearance in my life again

her and hurt as my reason
poet cannot
find another hurt
she the shield of my eyes to ireland
in her i trusted
kevin Jul 28
If
If this isn't coming true
The life isn't left loss
It's being carried across

Code Pink

She loved me
Reading the same seas
She sailed so many less minds
Id keep it divine
Delivery of absurd melody
That's my world
Under designed in hi
I'm all I know

I ruined your brother's mercy
Defended a country in ***** wars
Involved in bar exams
You couldn't qualify
In time travels the rapping obsession
Overtures of deployed dismembered
Daughters of an American revolution
Of rap cap and cut
The miserable under nutted, bolts
Of vogue. 'd out dudes confused
Blank demons in colorless fantasies
Unpopularity soared so high

The truist ****** of treason
Begin another reasonable doubt
Blipped down industrial
Mathematics a long testimonial
Length of sheet
Musical brilliance a la directors cut
46th and the turn
Still hidden in review
I'm the hatred of devotion
To a boy
Be called a man
Ask as my name becomes gifts hand
I don't live to make out of you
What time required of only me

The stupidity of broken olive branches touched at canvas
A fluid premonition
If affluent society rhymes in dig me adversity

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