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  • Steadily Falling
    by Shadow Wolfe on February 1, 2010 at 8:05 PM
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    (C) Shadow Wolfe 2009 As read by Author

  • Hero
    by MrDaMan on January 17, 2010 at 4:13 PM
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    Inspired by Cutter Murdoch

  • Semantic Imagination
    by MrDaMan on January 13, 2010 at 7:58 PM
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  • The Box
    by MrDaMan on January 5, 2010 at 5:34 PM
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    Just trying to "fit in" :-)

  • Tick Tick Tock
    by MrDaMan on December 29, 2009 at 4:51 PM
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  • Merry Christmas
    by MrDaMan on December 13, 2009 at 11:30 AM
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    Merry Christmas by MrDaMan Virgil R. Hall II (Randy) Easy to forget and hard to keep that innocence of yesterday. The winds of change flutter the memories and assail the years in gales of love and loss. As a snowflake melts warmly a child?s smile fades into adulthood. Mothers cookies transform into Grandma?s treats and Pa?pa wants to play. Christmas trees and birthday balloons sweet sixteen and acned buffoons colleges and crazy saloons working hard to favorite tunes blazing suns and many moons. Under the whether and over the line, claiming innocence at the scene of the crime. But it was lost? some time ago? In making up what we don?t know, but there is? Christmas. Pine trees and red bows, angels wings and Rudolph?s nose, the scent of Grandma?s cookies and Pa..pa?s clothes, stories of mangers and twinkling toes, cousins and uncles and sisters and bro?s. It?s Christmas! At the end of a year lost, something is found, we wrap up our love and pass it around. With hugs and with kisses we take time to pause, reclaim our innocence, and believe? in Santa Claus. It?s Christmas! It?s Christmas? Merry Christmas!

  • Licken Chittle and the Skalling FYI
    by MrDaMan on December 7, 2009 at 7:58 PM
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    Licken Chittle and the Skalling Fyi by Al Gore and MrDaMan One thin September soon A floating continent disappears In midnight sun Is it the crush of power the weight of altruist greed or a fact confused fantasy? Vapors rise as Fever settles on an acid sea Neptune's bones dissolve There be dragons in the sea of humanity, snorting fire and bellowing fear. Beware the wrath of a grain of sand! Snow glides from the mountain Ice fathers floods for a season A hard rain comes quickly Nature is a harsh mistress, working hard to feminize abominable man! Then dirt is parched Kindling is placed in the forest For the lightning's celebration As the reaper celebrates the kill, smug in the ramparts of the elite. Let ME? Light the way! Unknown creatures Take their leave, unmourned Horsemen ready their stirrups A headless snake rides mis-fortune, and mounts the mass?s for its pleasure. It is all fertilizer of feigned nobility. Passion seeks heroes and friends The bell of the city On the hill is rung I am the piper, follow my lead? this cliff is one small step for man, and one giant leap for lemmingkind. The shepherd cries The hour of choosing has arrived Here are your tools Of naked kings crying wolf at tilting windmills. Where are my fools!

  • Rocknrolla
    by MrDaMan on November 29, 2009 at 12:34 PM
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    Rocknrolla by MrDaMan Virgil R. Hall II (Randy) She?s got devils wings and an angels horns A look in her eye that God has scorned. Her halo a snare that seduces desires gut hooks the soul and sets it to fire. Like the devils driving beat of a demons conun?drum. On a one way mission Ya gotta get some! She drives my nascent evil with every heavens grind. And I run every red sign in my blinking mind I?m not lost? I just don?t want to be found. I?m a stray dog looking for flesh to pound Padding the street with every beat until they bury me in the ground

  • Colonel of Truth
    by MrDaMan on November 19, 2009 at 12:51 PM
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    Colonel of Truth

    by MrDaMan

    Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

     

    The Colonel of Truth was upbraided by the General of Malaise today for rubbing the privates the wrong way.

     

    And the shadow looms dark upon fancy.

    An extinguished lark, a dying flickering illumination,

    a once bright aura, dimmed grim… moaning internally.

     

     Come now melancholy embrace the gloom,

    feed upon the cold black… writhe in anguish

    and seep into depression, endure the pain.

     

    Deep within the core there is a hunger for dissatisfaction,

    for surely if ever satisfied, it will be the end.

    Light will once again darken wretched desperation.

     

    A soul rises burning and sets burning,

    so cold… its heat is black ice.

    A fuel of the fire that enlightens.

     

    Warm is the heart that beats and is strengthened

    by such contradiction, joy is elation that consumes pain. The insatiable spirit… and its divided allegiance that is life.

     

    "But the ladies sir! They, they, they…"

     "Come this way… Colonel, we must manage to side step offensive maneuvers and defend our privates."

     

     


  • Let the Fur Fly
    by MrDaMan on November 15, 2009 at 6:02 PM
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    Let the Fur Fly by MrDaMan Virgil R Hall II (Randy) It?s the dog eat dog raw meat exposed by tooth and claw the salty taste of blood in the street of nerves frayed and raw let the fur fly incendiary tongues on the salt lick of open wounds with fire in the belly and shattered pieces of soul splintered radicalism feeding the habit conforming to rock?n roll It?s the dog eat dog raw meat exposed by tooth and claw fire in the belly shattered pieces of soul incendiary tongues lashing at the salt lick of open wounds and minds torn between heaven and hell let the fur fly peace is not the keeper judged irrelevant by the pack all debts are paid to the flesh to the ego?s choice to the pain arriving too late for comfort it?s the seed of the master biting the hand that feeds let the fur fly Lickin our wounds on dogday afternoons incendiary tongues lashing at the salt lick of open cuts? and minds torn between heaven and hell Fire in the belly, shattered pieces of soul splintered radicalism conforming to rock?n roll let the fur fly

  • Half Eaten Sandwich
    by JD Roland on November 13, 2009 at 6:16 PM
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    when you get to the end of the day and appraise your input.

  • Peeping Poet
    by MrDaMan on November 10, 2009 at 3:24 AM
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    Peeping Poet

    by MrDaMan

    Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)


    With an empathic eye,

    looking within or without.

    A fairly wordy entity for some one

    who doesn’t talk much.


    There is a fire in the spirit,

    sometimes only an ember,

    sometimes a raging inferno,

    but it always burns.


    A mind wrapped in a dirty raincoat,

    whipped open in sensual excitement.

    Flashing the soul in inspiration,

    exposing humanity to… humanity.


    Entreating insanity to explain itself.

    Daring the ordinary to illuminate

    the boredom of the mundane.

    In camera shutterbug repartee.


    Slathered in liquorice Absinthe hallucination.

    Cuddling up to desperate depressive disillusion.

    And making the great escape an entertainment.

    Dowsing the fire with Ice only to find it burns too.


    Knocking on deaths door and running away,

    laughing hysterically as the grim reaper

    stomps on a fiery paper bag of dog shit.

    Shouting all the while, "You’ll never get me alive!"


    Somewhere in the neighborhood of humanity,

    sneaking up and creaking the floor boards

    on the spirit’s porch. Peeking through windows

    of soul seeking the extra ordinary.

     Skulks a Peeping Poet.


    (July 2008) One of my first pieces that made me go WOW! This is FUN!


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