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Whine

Posted by MrDaMan on October 3, 2011 at 10:40 AM Comments comments (0)

Whine

by MrDaMan

Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)


 

The mob littered the streets with riotous peace,

while love dressed in black threw bricks at

department store windows.


 

A 21st century vigil that twittered flash lynching,

and socially networked approval for the hanging

of judgment on the supreme bias of ignor...

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The Missing Link

Posted by MrDaMan on October 2, 2011 at 8:30 AM Comments comments (1)

The Missing Link

by MrDaMan

Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)


 

Don't get me wrong, when I look at you,

it is ultimately my choice, but you look good,

good enough to eat, good enough to love,

good enough to stir my bad, bad thoughts.


 

I've learned to control the beast within, but

not all men have or can accomplish this feat.

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Dancing with the Savages

Posted by MrDaMan on September 27, 2011 at 11:00 AM Comments comments (0)

Dancing with the Savages

by MrDaMan

Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)


 

I was going to write a song to change the world,

but the do daa daa's overwhelmed the soundtrack.

Such is the excuse anyway for such a grandiose delusion,

I plucked the fruit from the garden and got lost in the juice.


 

My weapon of choice was a gui...

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Gravely Quiet

Posted by MrDaMan on September 24, 2011 at 10:10 AM Comments comments (0)

Gravely Quiet

by MrDaMan

Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)


 

I heard my death screaming from beyond the grave,

"Why concern yourself with me, fool! I have nothing for you!"

I challenged him to a duel and my cowardice fled with him,

my doubts, my worries behind me in the shadows of a new dawn.


 

I think it's perhaps the ...

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Just a Matter of Time

Posted by MrDaMan on September 23, 2011 at 7:50 AM Comments comments (0)

Just a Matter of Time

by MrDaMan

Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

 

I can look into the night sky

and see across 13 billion years.

All of it a history that's already

happened before I discovered time.


 

Of this I am assured by the sage's

of pre-acquired knowledge, by the

keepers of the fire, and of the wheel.

I am a son of God...

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All is Write

Posted by MrDaMan on September 13, 2011 at 10:50 AM Comments comments (1)

All is Write

by MrDaMan

Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)


 

I'm shedding words like tears,

the alphabet tumbling down my face.

They splash on the paper before me,

the ink of my emotional distress.


 

And it's called poetry, or prose,

an art form of human invention.

Celebrated and avoided at all costs,

a...

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Bandwagon

Posted by MrDaMan on September 10, 2011 at 10:50 AM Comments comments (1)

Bandwagon

by MrDaMan

Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)


 

More than three thousand stories,

came to an abrupt end that day.

Tales that can never be told,

only imagined by a nation.


 

The horror of reality gone awry,

a fading dream, a waking nightmare.

Leaving little doubt, evil stalks the Earth,

magnifi...

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Qwerty Keyboard

Posted by MrDaMan on August 25, 2011 at 10:20 AM Comments comments (0)

Qwerty Keyboard

by MrDaMan

Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)


 

I got a qwerty keyboard

that acts like a preacher

in a poet's disguise.


 

Each and every key

thumped like a bible

on a bully's pulpit.


 

It's such an elevated sin

to fondle the alphabet

into lascivious words.

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Weakness in Numbers

Posted by MrDaMan on August 13, 2011 at 10:50 AM Comments comments (0)

Weakness in Numbers

by MrDaMan

Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)


 

There's something about the mob-mentality,

that screams inanities, flails catfish and grins.

It's like hundreds of little yellow short buses,

arrive at the same time and vomit retardation.


 

And the smart streets are slick with stupidity,

it's as i...

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Three Pounds

Posted by MrDaMan on August 6, 2011 at 10:25 AM Comments comments (1)

Three Pounds

by MrDaMan

Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)


 

Thought I'd weigh in with my mind,

and tipped the scales at about 3 pounds.

Less if I scraped off the dead brain cells,

the wasted flesh, and unused imagination.


 

It's not easy, pulling my mind out like that,

leaving a perfectly good skull socket empty.

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