Derek

conspiracy theorist said:

I'd edit that last one but I hate seeing that little last edited line under my posts

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True beauty is imperfection
A true perfection of a chaotic connection
Though burned and tattered be these wings
He'll raise his head, open eyes and sing
"I hath fallen, but I did not die. Laugh at me not for one day I will fly. And when I do I'll remember, those who wished hell on me, a birds blessings I give my moral lesser"

Blaze said:

True beauty is imperfection
A true perfection of a chaotic connection
Though burned and tattered be these wings
He'll raise his head, open eyes and sing
"I hath fallen, but I did not die. Laugh at me not for one day I will fly. And when I do I'll remember, those who wished hell on me, a birds blessings I give my moral lesser"

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Chin up sir.
When your through they'll be taking alka seltzer.
Contenders don't stop because of a little drop,
This wound will make you better.

The unmoved one examines the worlds.
Unimpressed, un-amused, by the whirls and the twirls.
Unassumed. while you're subsumed under passions unfurled.
Unconfused, never bemused by phantastic pearls.
Consumed by Kali, unrivaled pageantry
Just watch that spinning little girl.

Chicken scratch scrawls lays all over the paper.
Stricken mashed drawls play into a taper.
Sickened gnashed maws protest the grip of their captor.
Quickened my thoughts; becoming a poetic prose draper.

Downing a shot of rum at the tavern outside the town.
The good folks around here makes polite society frown.
Whores, rejects and flagrant bums; depressive fools and lowly clowns.
We revel in depravity; join the greatest party around.

Sitting here I ponder,
How to continue this,
A poem for this season,
I surely do not want to miss,
But the words that come are folly,
Unworthy of autumns splendor,
I will spend time thinking on it,
Whilst autumn an I spend it together.

La la la la
I don't care
la la la la
About what people
la la la la
think about me
la la la la

The glorious sun shone on the field,
It's marvelous light makes all eyes yield,
It's rays blaze down the end of summer days,
As a lone biker makes his ways,
the biker stops before the heat,
To witness the field before his feet,
Admiring the sight of mechanical plows
The loner drinks water, wipes sweat from brows.


He hooks his bike to a fence,
Leaps on over, cautiousness relents,
The sun burned heavy on the field,
but curiousness could not yield,
Over, atop, the loner climbed the hay,
With crunches and sways,
The loner sits atop the pile,
And thinks on himself, for awhile,
"Of all the places I've come and gone. None of them I've stayed too long. This endless running game, will come to and end one day"

After admiring the golden field,
The one where the sun made man yield,
The one where machines worked all day,
The one where the loner realized his dismay,
He unhooked his bike and looked around,
And said to himself aloud,
"My endless solitude, my own undoing. The sun and moon must think it's funny"
The lone biker then speeds off,
To the next town so silent and soft,
He dreams of an end to solitude, for the day of two,
But until then, the sun and moon will have to do.

Let’s show this piece of artwork off:

AppLeo said:

Decent people cannot have real relationships. The 6th house is about getting all your **** together before you have a relationship in the 7th. And once you get to the 7th, you have to be a balanced individual.. hence libra.

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Crackle, crack, goes the rock,
It slides on slowly, aiming for the cock,
"cock a doodle doo"
the blazing bird screams,
Waking everyone from good dreams,
the pig then looks his way
and tells the cock to go away
"Why don't they cook you? Bet you'd taste good in stew"
The cock did not listen, the cock did not wince,
For bacon truck he spied which no pig could reminisce.

Crackle, crack goes the rock,
Inching closer toward the cock,
"cock a doodle doo"
He does scream,
All the sheep think him mean,
Bella the cow tells him this,
"Cock, one day, you'll pay for your ****"
But the cock did not listen, the cock would not wince,
For the hamburger truck he had witnessed.

Crackle crack goes the rock,
Only this time it was above the cock,
"cock a doodle doo"
He did scream,
"Hell's bells, someone is next!" the farm animals did deem,
But this time the rock, hanging from a cliff,
fell finally, and killed the cock real quick,
The Smith family had chicken that night, farm animals slept in bliss.

One night stand with the wandering man,
The heartbreak kid with bloodlines in Madrid,
5th house fun it all was,
Wow, digging this afterward buzz.

Two blue rounded spots
Lit up by the beaming ball above
The rays stinging emerging thoughts
Still and certitude vows the white dove
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Idk. Impressionistic, perhaps.

The Axe doth strike down the neck,
As blood doth fly on last breath,
The silver gleam of the blade,
it's tiny droplets look a crimson rain,
And as the head rolled on away,
A young boy cries "Dear god, you've made a mistake today!"
The crowd then turns to the boy,
All their faces wear no joy,
"That's not the man, that's not the killer! I've seen the posters, I've seen them filler. This man you killed was none other than Pax, the fair red haired man who was good with an Axe"
The crowd then looked with slight grim,
It was Pax, all that was left of him,
"Well then boy, where did the killer go? He swapped out our Pax and another murder under his belt this be"
The boy turned around, and pointed at the sea,
"He was headed that way, when he tossed me some coin. Said thanks to the major and slipped on a boat"
At that moment, the major did choke,
The angry crowd would avenge their Pax,
And headsman got ready, sharpened his Axe,
For he was ready to bring glory to Pax.

Areion gallops across the earthen beaten path,
Whilst Martial infernals rises the heathen's wrath
The naive one believed that he would be unaffected,
To the eastern point which was rising at birth
Ares has intersected.

Bounding mournful baleful Reaper,
Through the dozen house he sinks his scythe deeper
Eclipsed Apollo's shining face;
He one ups Hermes and unties his shoes lace.
Maleficence resides in this sullen place,
No hell is too deep; no mountain is steeper.

I bumped my toe and ripped my knee
The depth of the sea could hear my cacophony
My sounds resemble the heights of religious revelry
But unbeknownst to the onlookers is the resounding pains of this devilry

"OH MY GOD!" I shouted to the sky,
"O please O please get rid of my dis-ease!"
Eribromios looked on and shouted from on high,
"O please, be at ease, that is less harmful than a sneeze!"

When you're bleeding from your sockets;
What is one to do?
You ask for aid from the Gods;
They'll just laugh and mock you.
but don't blame them; it is your fault for being a klutz
It's also your fault for being born on Earth
Surely, this shows you are nuts.

Who is Derek and what does he want?!?

Broken tooth doth cause dismay,
Broken tooth this pain won't go away,
Broken tooth cries out for other half,
Broken tooth soon be removed of this I am glad.

The pendulum swings right, gays run in fright,
The pendulum swings left, silenced mouths in fear of social sight,
The pendulum swings and swings, tying up mouths, strangling ideas, smashing criticisms, ruining lives, spreading lies whilst pockets get lined,
The pendulum swings on both sides, in it's extremism, morality dies,
The pendulum swings and I detest it so,
How much longer can this pendulum go?

ascending a decaying flesh and bones ascending
to the sun, to the grass, to the air,
ascending a new born grain ascending

to a tree, to leave, to branch.

i am harassed by your eyes
overwhelmed by thoughts of you
kissing the loneliness out of my room,