ill breathe you in through my skin,
so that you can touch my organs.
My tongue can wrap every nervous ending,
now you will scream louder.

Whenever you change to sad,
I'll seep it in on a lily.

But now I'm sick of it,
so Fuck you,

Ribbit.

Thanks for keeping it going I'll post one of my newer poems here soon.

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A garden of gratitude must first be cultivated in a mans soul before any seed will grow for him.Hydro Q's
My Journal

Farmer of Sound

Heavy bass surrounds me . . . .
I’ve been awake for almost a year now
I hide the words in my mouth
I’m in infinite childhood rebellion
Destined to become
Aware

I’m just a farmer in the modern era
Surround me
Take me to a place where there is only sound
Darkness surrounds me clouding my mind

Lie to me again
Tell me the world will be kind
Find your heart
In my garden you will find
I’m just a farmer in the modern era

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A garden of gratitude must first be cultivated in a mans soul before any seed will grow for him.Hydro Q's
My Journal

When my soul leaves this body
I shall be free, so no need to worry
I'll soar with eagles in eternal state
For us all, death is ultimate fate.

Don't be sad when I am gone
A piece of me is here in this song
I'm with you and with you always
Even though your memory of me fades

My time here is almost done
Fuck, I've had so much fun
I've lived many lives this time
My last time here with you all.

A little rhyme for all I love
Is what I leave from heaven above
Hear these words from an eternal soul
And here this message

I love you all.

I got loads of this shit. Best ones are the ones I did for girls I've known. Tap into that power.

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"Life is short, so live it well!"

Cool man thanks!

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A garden of gratitude must first be cultivated in a mans soul before any seed will grow for him.Hydro Q's
My Journal

I wrote this after a weekend fling in Manhattan:

O that Hotel Room

I watched you standing there in that dress
Looking out that window you asked me to sing you a song
I said oh girl look how that New York skyline lights up your breast

And your face lit up
Glowing like angels sing
My heart has grown old
I said you don’t know how it feels

Let me just hold you here tonight
Lets just drink another beer, light another joint
Listen to Tom Petty on that old radio
We will pretend everything is alright

New ideas in this brain of mine
I have little time
There is somewhere I have to go for me
Alone

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A garden of gratitude must first be cultivated in a mans soul before any seed will grow for him.Hydro Q's
My Journal

the things weed does to you ....



One day I want to grow up and be just like you
I hope I am, I hope I do
In amongst the crowd of disdain
I will be satisfied
And what I do
Will feel brand new
In amongst the racket of those who believed in;
What they read
What they saw
What they where told
Who somehow knew they deserved better
Over their complaints and tapered stares -
With indignant eyes
Only I will lounge satisfied
One day I want to grow up and be just like you
I hope I am, I hope I do
Otherwise I’ll end up like everybody else

Eat me a hamburger,
Smoke me some crack,
I run to the dope house,
"I be right back......


.....Got me a 20,
I'm a smokin it now,
Bent over that pipe,
'an i burnt my eyebrow.

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Pencaps Journal
It's hard to kidnap Fat People!

Run Away

I’m a run away
Far away
Too long for me to say how long I have been away

If I come back home now
My soul will be crushed

To be a run away flame
It’s Ok
I’ve done my best
To do nothing at all

As those around me hit the ground
I run away

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A garden of gratitude must first be cultivated in a mans soul before any seed will grow for him.Hydro Q's
My Journal

Walking through forests of liquid chrome, with the black mans face pointing towards home, the needle points as I watch from above, I watch from the trees on the wings of love.

The shining, became so hollow, but the colours were so vibrant,
there were notebooks, there were pillows, there were satyrs,
weeping willows

What we saw made us, laugh and cry
what we saw made us justify

that light we saw, through the chrome, there was light shining on our broken homes

There were diamonds of blue, amongst the mystic dread,
as the light shimmered upon the mistress in red

The purple lights croaked and the laughter echoed in circles,
as we walked through the forests of pure, sacred purple.

There was moonlight, it was azure,
there was mist, in our looking glass,
we saw gremlins in the dark night, we saw wires on the floor.

there was dust, on the window, and suitcases, packed for next week

We had questions, and no answers, we could think but hardly finish.
we had questions amongst answers, there were answers in what we asked

we were hung by, our suspenders, we were all grey, we were spenders

there were robots, in our day dreams, we saw colours on the rainbow

there were farmers, weeping willows
there were notebooks there were pillows

we saw insects, blowing smoke rings, we saw sweet insects, up above us, and there colours shined bright orange.