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BillyTheMountain
2008-10-15, 01:42 AM
Even after all this time
The sun never says to the earth,
"You owe me."

Look what happens
With a love like that -

It lights the whole world.
- Hafiz

Jerrick
2008-10-15, 01:46 AM
You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you

Help me
I broke apart my insides
Help me
I've got no soul to sell
help me
The only thing that works for me
Help me get away from myself

I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god

You can have my isolation
You can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith
You can have my everything

Help me
Tear down my reason
Help me
It's your sex i can smell
Help me
You make me perfect
Help me
Think of somebody else

I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed

You
Get
Me closer to god

Through every forest
Above the trees
Within my stomach
Scraped off my knees
I drink the honey
From inside your hive
You are the reason I stay alive

Spudman
2008-10-15, 01:47 AM
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I love my unicycle,
and you're alright too.

Unreal-Wheel
2008-10-15, 01:49 AM
Ur Hawt

peleschramm
2008-10-15, 01:57 AM
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I love my unicycle,
and you're alright too.

Original :p

tobbogonist
2008-10-15, 02:58 AM
Everyone needs a pooh:


Wherever I am, there's always Pooh,
There's always Pooh and Me.
Whatever I do, he wants to do,
"Where are you going today?" says Pooh:
"Well, that's very odd 'cos I was too.
Let's go together," says Pooh, says he.
"Let's go together," says Pooh.

"What's twice eleven?" I said to Pooh,
("Twice what?" said Pooh to Me.)
"I think it ought to be twenty-two."
"Just what I think myself," said Pooh.
"It wasn't an easy sum to do,
But that's what it is," said Pooh, said he.
"That's what it is," said Pooh.

"Let's look for dragons," I said to Pooh.
"Yes, let's," said Pooh to Me.
We crossed the river and found a few -
"Yes, those are dragons all right," said Pooh.
"As soon as I saw their beaks I knew.
That's what they are," said Pooh, said he.
"That's what they are, said Pooh.

"Let's frighten the dragons." I said to Pooh.
"That's right," said Pooh to Me.
"I'm not afraid," I said to Pooh,
And I held his paw and I shouted , "Shoo!
Silly old dragons!" - and off they flew.
"I wasn't afraid," said Pooh, said he,
"I'm never afraid with you."

So wherever I am, there's always Pooh,
There's always Pooh and Me.
"What would I do?" I said to Pooh,
"If it wasn't for you," and Pooh said: "True,
It isn't much fun for One, but Two
Can stick together," says Pooh, says he.
"That's how it is," says Pooh.


i dont really think i need to state the author.

tomblackwood
2008-10-15, 06:35 AM
Marriage Tanka

We are together.
We are the river and banks;
We are sea and shore.
We shape each other; such joy!
We are always side by side.

Phil_on_uni
2008-10-15, 08:59 AM
girls are quit lovely
but you are the loveliest
locked in my heart, safe

dan de man
2008-10-15, 12:12 PM
i was going to ask if it was alright if they were a bit risque but then i saw jerricks,

well ill post mine in a bit

Goats_On_Unicycles
2008-10-15, 01:24 PM
Post the potato one.

I might have some that I'll post later.

GILD
2008-10-15, 03:24 PM
Funeral Blues by W.H. Auden may well be the love poem to end all love poems.


Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

MuniAddict
2008-10-15, 06:57 PM
Love should last, but fades so fast
I feel a frost, when I'm so lost.

Why can't I find, a love so kind
I've searched so long, it must be wrong.

I'll keep on trying, but never crying;
although I'm lying, 'cause inside I'm dying...

:)

(T. Peterson, 10.15.08)

Goats_On_Unicycles
2008-10-15, 09:51 PM
Okay, I find one... true story by the way... it's not very good... and maybe a little dirty.

You watched me play the piano. I think it was a song that was written a long time ago.
You were naked and I struck a disonant note that even the Bach, who was the height of the avant-garde well past his time, would not have tolerated as I stared at your skin.
A stream of smoke passed secretly out of your mouth as you forgot about it's source or the fire it might cause if it fell. As it did.
Even though I don't remember you walking my way, all of a sudden you were on the piano bench next to me, and you were still naked.
Bach was as lost then as he was when he was alive, and we kissed each other and no one saw.

MuniAddict
2008-10-15, 11:13 PM
Okay, I find one... true story by the way... it's not very good... and maybe a little dirty.

You watched me play the piano. I think it was a song that was written a long time ago.
You were naked and I struck a disonant note that even the Bach, who was the height of the avant-garde well past his time, would not have tolerated as I stared at your skin.
A stream of smoke passed secretly out of your mouth as you forgot about it's source or the fire it might cause if it fell. As it did.
Even though I don't remember you walking my way, all of a sudden you were on the piano bench next to me, and you were still naked.
Bach was as lost then as he was when he was alive, and we kissed each other and no one saw.Sounds more like a passage from a diary, not really a poem, but whatever lol.:)

Jerrick
2008-10-15, 11:19 PM
Poems don't need to all be cat in the hat style or rhyme.

MuniAddict
2008-10-15, 11:32 PM
Poems don't need to all be cat in the hat style or rhyme.I never said or implied that, which is a gross over-simplifcation. :)

Avant-garde, and free-form "poetry" is cool. Maybe not very mainstream, but still valid to some. Jim Morrison, towards the end of his life, recorded a lot of "spoken word" stuff which most of his millions of fans HATED, mostly because it was such a 180 departure from what the Doors had done, like "Light my fire", etc.

His spoken word stuff was often rambling, disjointed or just to "cerebral", and just didn't "connect" with most of his fans. But yeah, it doesn't have to rhyme to be good, or have impact. The words [however] should fit and it's nice to have a sense of meter and flow, not just personal thoughts strewn together with no form. Just an opinion, and there's no shortage of those here in jc! :p:D:)

inmemoryofwhatwas
2008-10-15, 11:54 PM
I never said or implied that, which is a gross over-simplifcation. :)

Avant-garde, and free-form "poetry" is cool. Maybe not very mainstream, but still valid to some. Jim Morrison, towards the end of his life, recorded a lot of "spoken word" stuff which most of his millions of fans HATED, mostly because it was such a 180 departure from what the Doors had done, like "Light my fire", etc.

His spoken word stuff was often rambling, disjointed or just to "cerebral", and just didn't "connect" with most of his fans. But yeah, it doesn't have to rhyme to be good, or have impact. The words [however] should fit and it's nice to have a sense of meter and flow, not just personal thoughts strewn together with no form. Just an opinion, and there's no shortage of those here in jc! :p:D:)
Why the quotation marks? Its just as much poetry as what you wrote.
o?

It does have flow. What else is poetry if not personal thoughts strewn together? At least in some/most cases. Terry, it seems as though you are critiquing negatively out of ignorance or fear of being wrong. I mean no offense by that.

I really liked your poem Goats_On_Unicycles. Post more?

harper
2008-10-16, 12:47 AM
77th street

the hill on 77th street is so steep to being vertical
and seduces my bicycle into fast, fast down its slope
where i cross the thin line between thrill and fear
that some demented artist has blended on his palette.

the lure and power of endless gravity beneath its wheels
the scream of air as if free falling from a flying fortress
but always in the middle of the hill on 77th street
when the danger is at its peak i turn to see her.

a little girl clomps out onto her porch on 77th street
in her mother's shoes and makeup for ten thousand faces
and waves her little girl wave to me daily as i fly by
by squeezing her fingers into and out of a tiny angelic fist.

her house on 77th street tries to keep its peeling paint
but is slowly letting it fall like snow to the ground
and i cannot see inside for its lights are dim or missing,
the only sunlight touching it when she clomps onto the porch.

i wonder what flowers smell like in her fairy tale dreams
or if she has tasted bread with honey and heard the birds of her heart?
friday i will replace all the missing light bulbs in her home;
nothing bad has ever happened to me on 77th street.

dudewithasock
2008-10-16, 12:59 AM
Sweat baby sweat baby sex is a Texas drought
Me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about
So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts
Yes I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert and you're getting two thumbs up
You've had enough of two-hand touch you want it rough you're out of bounds
I want you smothered want you covered like my Waffle House hashbrowns
Comin' quicker than FedEx never reach an apex just like the Coca-Cola stock you are
inclined
To make me rise an hour early just like Daylight Savings Time

Do it now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now

Love the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket
Like the lost catacombs of Egypt only God knows where we stuck it
Hieroglyphics? Let me be Pacific I wanna be down in your South Seas
But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean means "Small Craft Advisory"
So if I capsize on your thighs high tide, B5 you sunk my battleship
Please turn me on I'm Mister Coffee with an automatic drip
So show me yours I'll show you mine "Tool Time" you'll Love it just like Lyle
And then we'll do it doggy style so we can both watch "X-Files"

Do it now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now

You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now

MuniAddict
2008-10-16, 01:23 AM
Why the quotation marks? Its just as much poetry as what you wrote.
o?

It does have flow. What else is poetry if not personal thoughts strewn together? At least in some/most cases. Terry, it seems as though you are critiquing negatively out of ignorance or fear of being wrong. I mean no offense by that.

I really liked your poem Goats_On_Unicycles. Post more?No offense taken. The quotation was only meant to say that it can mean poetry to some, and PROSE (http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/prose) to others. (See definition B in first line) But it's ALL good! :) I also liked Jackie's post. I liked the words and the style; it just seemed more like prose than like a poem..to *me*. But yeah, so what, lol. That doesn't give it any less value. I also have a somewhat minimal exposure to a lot great literature; poetry included.

So if it seemed as if I was putting his piece down in any way, I'm sorry about that. Jackie is one of the most intelligent, witty, and creative people I know-at *any* age. I've told him many times, and just to reiterate, Jackie, YOU ROCK! :D

Goats_On_Unicycles
2008-10-16, 03:52 AM
Haha, thanks so much Terry. I am honored. :)

MuniAddict
2008-10-16, 04:08 AM
Haha, thanks so much Terry. I am honored. :)You deserve it! You have accomplished so much at your age... which most people don't accomplish in their whole lives. It never fails to amaze me. :)

GILD
2008-10-16, 07:22 AM
While the prosetry discussion is interesting, can we just keep the quoted lyrics 'tidy' please?

The nanny-filters are out there people.

dan de man
2008-10-16, 09:12 AM
Okay, I find one... true story by the way... it's not very good... and maybe a little dirty.

You watched me play the piano. I think it was a song that was written a long time ago.
You were naked and I struck a disonant note that even the Bach, who was the height of the avant-garde well past his time, would not have tolerated as I stared at your skin.
A stream of smoke passed secretly out of your mouth as you forgot about it's source or the fire it might cause if it fell. As it did.
Even though I don't remember you walking my way, all of a sudden you were on the piano bench next to me, and you were still naked.
Bach was as lost then as he was when he was alive, and we kissed each other and no one saw.

tottally imagining it to some slow swing jazz piano

UniBrier
2008-10-16, 03:19 PM
While the prosetry discussion is interesting, can we just keep the quoted lyrics 'tidy' please?I agree. Let's get back to the safe and sane lyrics of the '70's love songs:

Shes a brick----house
Mighty might just lettin it all hang out
Shes a brick----house
The ladys stacked and thats a fact,
Aint holding nothing back.

Shes a brick----house
Shes the one, the only one,
Whos built like a amazon [pronounced am-a-ka-zawn]
Were together everybody knows,
And heres how the story goes.

You can Google the rest.

dan de man
2008-10-19, 11:02 PM
the debt unpaid i forfeit the lease
locks change and so our bodies embrace

together,towards,onward and entwining

And without guidence off course ,dowward spiral discourse ,spikey things they divide us, they define us, and all the

shiny gold and so I pay you and off into the night

wing can you restore us,your beuaty so enormous,look back

double take ,was it her or was it just penscribling

Exorcising your mind yet your despising your kind ,
cant you belive it
no you can't
for the

fossilised in a jar ,a crypt of non-contagious
the little girl with no smile on her faces ,
when only the loveless embraced her

Technology the killer ,the creator ,the cultist

Bellbottomed bottomed birds that sing lullabys of satyrs and faries dies ,the person who did save my life only to deliver from

Perfume the profusely burnt throughout all the ages and

Three weeks later I tell the story,steel poetry to go through me
I cant belive in what i see ,yet it stands just before me a thing of such beauty
so pale and so dark,fasting for your voice to me,and only to me i see this happening,while others bloom while i die away ,but not forever i hide away,i will rise again.p


some random spoken word i wrote last night ,i like it

BillyTheMountain
2008-10-19, 11:22 PM
the debt unpaid i forfeit the lease
locks change and so our bodies embrace

together,towards,onward and entwining

And without guidence off course ,dowward spiral discourse ,spikey things they divide us, they define us, and all the

shiny gold and so I pay you and off into the night

dan de man
2008-10-19, 11:51 PM
lol
i guess it does sound that way

its about my ex (we are still friends ,i just miss her)

Jerrick
2008-10-20, 01:13 AM
I agree. Let's get back to the safe and sane lyrics of the '70's love songs:

You can Google the rest.

Nah.

MuniAddict
2008-10-20, 01:30 AM
lol
i guess it does sound that way

its about my ex (we are still friends ,i just miss her)No worries, you're only 15. You'll have LOTS of ex's!:p

dan de man
2008-10-20, 01:32 AM
I plan to

MuniAddict
2008-10-20, 01:46 AM
"Old and gray"
By Terry Peterson

When the world is cold and lonely,
and you have nowhere to run;
and you dream of all those yesterdays,
spent laughing in the sun

In a room of your own, you spent time alone,
with your hopes and your plans and your dreams...
searching in vain for the answers to life,
in old books and cheap magazines.

You loved and lost, no matter the cost;
for life was a game to be played.
The fruits of your youth were wasting with age,
growing up is what made you afraid.

Those days are all so distant now,
and the years just slip away...
you never thought the time would come,
when you'd be old and gray.

BillyTheMountain
2008-10-20, 02:15 AM
"Old and gray"
By Terry Peterson

When the world is cold and lonely,

future in poems, and reflect on the past]

In a room of your own, you spent time alone,
with your hopes and your plans and your dreams...
searching in vain for the answers to life,
in old books and cheap magazines.

[There's your mistake. Spend a bit more on magazines like Oprah, and no longer search in vain]

You loved and lost, no matter the cost;
for life was a game to be played.
The fruits of your youth were wasting with age,
growing up is what made you afraid. [Afraid of WHAT?!]

Those days are all so distant now,
and the years just slip away...
you never thought the time would come,
when you'd be old and gray.

Peterson is cold and lonely,
and he has nowhere to run;
he reflects on all those yesterdays,
when he had so much laughs, fun and sun

In his room all alone, he smoked bone after bone,
along with his hopes, plans and dreams...
[Find a good last line or two that rhymes!!!.]

MuniAddict
2008-10-20, 02:34 AM
Well, I won't be posting here anymore. Pretty sad when all you do is knock others. Really is. Later.

daretodream
2008-10-20, 02:36 AM
If we laugh together is it more than that?

If we talk together is it more than chat?

We avoid each others touch.

Could it be we'd feel too much?

Society has rules.The heart has none.

In another universe it might be done.

If I give to you with no expectation of return,

Can you tell what I feel?, should you ever learn?

Reminded of long ago deeds for which theres no amend

its hard to live, harder to pretend.

Now is the time not to think, not to feel.

I'l pay the price of a life thats not real.

MuniAddict
2008-10-20, 04:42 AM
Haha, had ya going there didn’t I Billy?

But seriously, these poetry threads are supposed to be for those who have a poem to contribute; something *they* took the time and effort to write and share with our community (Like the new one below!) Then a HACK like you comes along, :) and instead of contributing an original work of your own, instead you rip apart what others have written, try to find nothing but fault with it, and mangle it with the worst, less than amateur attempts at rewriting. You sir, wouldn’t know art if it crawled up and bit you in the .......!:p

Haha, but as you said to me earlier after another hatchet job on one of my other poems, I’m glad you’re being such a good sport about this!

So, from now on, I’ll be writing and posting ONLY “Billy the Mountain” poems. Hope you enjoy! Here's the first one:


Billy the mountain, is like a loose fountain,
He drips all day long, and gets high on his bong,
While his jar of old pennies he’s countin’.

He can’t read or write, and just likes to fight,
‘cause he’s threatened by talent he lacks

He doesn’t make sense, and his mind is so dense,
But he’s “Billy, the king of the HACKS!”

(More to come….):):p:cool::rolleyes:

MuniAddict
2008-10-20, 04:55 AM
A short one:

Billy's no poet, and we all know it.
His poems stink on ice to the max!

He thinks he's so smart, but he's just an old fart,
He's BM, the "King of the HACKS!" :D

MuniAddict
2008-10-20, 05:01 AM
This is fun...(Again I'm glad you're being such a good sport!)


Billy's a lurker, a factory worker,
an accident waiting to happen.

He sits on his ass, in JC he's crass,
in reality no one is clappin'.

So grow up BM, it's late in the PM,
your posts are just so full of whacks;
It's not so surprising, that I'm here criticizing,
'Cause you're Billy, the "King of the Hacks!"

:):p:D

MuniAddict
2008-10-20, 05:02 AM
If we laugh together is it more than that?

If we talk together is it more than chat?

We avoid each others touch.

Could it be we'd feel too much?

Society has rules.The heart has none.

In another universe it might be done.

If I give to you with no expectation of return,

Can you tell what I feel?, should you ever learn?

Reminded of long ago deeds for which theres no amend

its hard to live, harder to pretend.

Now is the time not to think, not to feel.

I'l pay the price of a life thats not real.Really enjoyed that!:)

daretodream
2008-10-20, 12:03 PM
Glad u enjoyed my poem Terry.I always enjoy all your contributions and especially your poems which I find refreshingly honest and touching.And I also enjoy the same honesty and gusto with which you express your opinions.Together with your humour and talent you are a special person! :)

MuniAddict
2008-10-20, 03:49 PM
Glad u enjoyed my poem Terry.I always enjoy all your contributions and especially your poems which I find refreshingly honest and touching.And I also enjoy the same honesty and gusto with which you express your opinions.Together with your humour and talent you are a special person! :)Wow that made my day! Thanks for those kind words. :)

MuniAddict
2008-10-20, 04:14 PM
Ok I know that this is the "love poem" thread, but since BTM crashed the party so "lovingly" with his hatchet job on several posted poems, I have one more that kinda explains his motivation, lol. Oh, and Since you are so adept at "Dishing it out", I'm sure you can take it as well, right Billy boy? :)

"Who ya gonna call?"
by T. Peterson

Who ya gonna call, when you need a rewrite,
of something you've written, and fill it with trite?

There's only one man, and he comes out at night;
He's Billy the mountain, and he will wrong your "write".

So you need look no further, for someone so odd,
his train long ago jumped its tracks....
In the dead of the night, he will change what you write;
'Cause he's Billy, the "King of the Hacks!"

:):cool::p:rolleyes::D

MuniAddict
2008-10-20, 05:37 PM
"Billy's true colors"
By T. Peterson

There's some things for sure that Billy won't tell us,
that deep down inside, he's petty and jealous

He'll lash out at those who threaten his rule,
but color his jibes, with an intent to fool

His words seem so friendly and free of disdain,
although his true colors, cause insult and pain

You'll know where he stands, when he takes aim at you;
His target may well be your back...
So keep your eyes open-
and always be hopin' he'll skip you-
He's "Billy the HACK"!

:):D:p:o

James_Potter
2008-10-20, 05:50 PM
I can't post it here, but the song "FHG" by Tenacious D has the most romantic, heart-felt, selfless lyrics of any song I have ever heard.
If I ever serenade a girl, it will be with FHG.

Jerrick
2008-10-20, 11:12 PM
Ill post it for you in a day.

dudewithasock
2008-10-21, 12:23 AM
+1 to Mikael Attcinsunn. That is a beautiful song.

BillyTheMountain
2008-10-21, 01:45 AM
Haha, had ya going there didn’t I Billy?

But seriously, these poetry threads are supposed to be for those who have a poem to contribute; something *they* took the time and effort to write and share with our community (Like the new one below!) Then a HACK like you comes along, :) and instead of contributing an original work of your own, instead you rip apart what others have written, try to find nothing but fault with it, and mangle it with the worst, less than amateur attempts at rewriting. You sir, wouldn’t know art if it crawled up and bit you in the .......!:p

Haha, but as you said to me earlier after another hatchet job on one of my other poems, I’m glad you’re being such a good sport about this!

So, from now on, I’ll be writing and posting ONLY “Billy the Mountain” poems. Hope you enjoy! Here's the first one:


Billy the mountain, is like a loose fountain,
He drips all day long, and gets high on his bong,
While his jar of old pennies he’s countin’.

He can’t read or write, and just likes to fight,
‘cause he’s threatened by talent he lacks

He doesn’t make sense, and his mind is so dense,
But he’s “Billy, the king of the HACKS!”

(More to come….):):p:cool::rolleyes:

I'm touched!

That's the first love poem ever written to me!

Thanks!

Billy

BillyTheMountain
2008-10-21, 01:48 AM
"Billy's true colors"
By T. Peterson

There's some things for sure that Billy won't tell us,
that deep down inside, he's petty and jealous

He'll lash out at those who threaten his rule,
but color his jibes, with an intent to fool

His words seem so friendly and free of disdain,
although his true colors, cause insult and pain

You'll know where he stands, when he takes aim at you;
His target may well be your back...
So keep your eyes open-
and always be hopin' he'll skip you-
He's "Billy the HACK"!

:):D:p:o

The guys I work with stockin' shelves in WalMart wanted to git vi'lent wi' you on this one, but I tol' dem potree is sposed to give deep insites like you do here.

love, billy

MuniAddict
2008-10-21, 02:33 AM
The guys I work with stockin' shelves in WalMart wanted to git vi'lent wi' you on this one, but I tol' dem potree is sposed to give deep insites like you do here.

love, billyHaha, it's good to know you buddies have a sense of humor like you Billy boy!:p Tell 'em to have another kegger of Coors on me at the local pool hall!:D Cleanup on aisle five! ;)

Jerrick
2008-10-21, 06:16 AM
Cleanup on aisle five! ;)


I used to be in a punk band and that was our name. =p

MuniAddict
2008-10-21, 04:25 PM
I used to be in a punk band and that was our name. =p
Haha cool. Any video or audio of your music?:) Speaking of punk bands, what do/did you think of Sid Vicious? (Threadjack. sorry.)

BillyTheMountain
2008-10-26, 09:17 PM
Haha, it's good to know you buddies have a sense of humor like you Billy boy!:p Tell 'em to have another kegger of Coors on me at the local pool hall!:D Cleanup on aisle five! ;)

Thanks!!

And I'm a fan of Syd Vicious!

daretodream
2008-11-03, 09:38 AM
I struggle to write what I feel
So much has happened it doesnt feel real
Your hands around my throat
Once a caress, now a choke
Loves little irony, loves little joke
We hurt each other stroke for stroke

Easy to say I love you, when its at the start
You seemed so true and tender, bad and fun and smart
Wrapped in the pasions of our bodies
Merged together as one
You promised to always love me
So did it matter you owned a gun?
Once a caress , now a choke
Loves little irony, loves little joke
We hurt each other stroke for stroke

We shared our lives for so many years
When did the laughter turn to tears?
I played the game, did what you said
So why is it now I wish i was dead?
Once a caress, now a choke
Loves little irony, loves little joke
We hurt each other stroke for stroke

Didn't matter how hard I tried
Your perfect world made me cry
"You stupid moron get it right"
His menacing face angry and tight
Once a caress, now a choke
Loves little irony, loves little joke
We hurt each other stroke for stroke

I'm not in love with you any more
You've trampled my heart, the pain is raw
Yet here you are once again
Asking forgiveness, wanting a friend
Once a caress, now a choke
Loves little irony, loves little joke
We hurt each other stroke for stroke

Once my love was solely for you
Now I share it with a few
I love my children, I love my friends
That didn't mean yours had to end
As your anger grew into rage
I put on my mask and hid on my stage
but behind the mask I didn't cope
and now here we are in a choke

More than ever you need a friend
You beg for us not to end
Youv'e hurt me more than I can say
And still I agree to another day

Once a caress now a choke
Loves little irony, loves little joke
We hurt each other, than forgive
Because in Love we want to believe.

BillyTheMountain
2008-12-08, 02:00 AM
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This is a poem by Rumi.