What You See Aint Really Me

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Tuesday, August 7, 2007

Purple Viened Diamond Cutter (part two)

no time for the nicieties lets get it done hot nasty lust both on the run you are my kinda' GURL such a hot chick got your name written all over my dick you drop to your knees so ready to rock in both your hands my big throbbin' cock you look up at me your smile so real as you slowly take in nine... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, August 5, 2007

ignorance is bliss, so that is why I am so happy.Who knew?

trying to put the correct poems in the correct categories this was in Where the Hell is heaven but belongs here if you have already read" Of all the things I've lost I miss my mind the most" sorry for the inconvenience. I am trying to get my blogs to be more reflective of their titles.Thank you. of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, August 3, 2007

Gonna' treat you good...

The words I read from your mind Create a glimpse within I understand I know your kind A feeling does begin Many miles away from me Or are you right next door When I close my eyes and see I taste you that’s for sure Constantly I wonder How could I ever stop Imagining your flavor As I savor every drop... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, August 1, 2007

EMBMJDMTM

Eat Me Beat Me Just Dont Mistreat Me © S.M.Bruno Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, July 27, 2007

A whole new approach

A whole new approach A completely new style Some say a poets coach might be worth while To polish my poetry So I write with a smile Death,anger,violence Cussing and such My poor limited vocab so way out of touch Poetry...,Poetry..., Poetry coach I need big help with my new approach With such a foul... Sign in to see full entry.

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Scrounging poets dumpsters(was in Where the Hell is Heaven,belongs here)

Cruising down this alley like I have a thousand times scrounging poet's dumpsters for their discarded rhymes Ya' see I have no talent There's no way that I can write so I'm scrounging poet's dumpsters every single night the phrases I have seen that didnt make the page crumpled thrown out papers... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Had a gig once

Had a gig once not much of a stint spent all my time cleaning belly button lint why on earth I took the darn job knowing the bellybutton belonged to a slob I'd dig and I'd pick I'd pick and I'd dig cleaning out lint, some chunks were so big Had a gig once not much of a stint couldn't seem to stomach... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, July 22, 2007

thought I'd sneak one in

got a couple minutes thought I'd sneak one in barely will I make it by the whiskers on my chin you'd think it was a vice, the forbidden flesh of another or smoking up some ice with your girlfriends mother But no it's poetry Im sneakin' and it's really quite a gas if i had more minutes I'd grab a... Sign in to see full entry.

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' Tater Rot

Bacon, eggs and hash browns too so tasty in the morn yes this is true open the fridge grab the bacon and eggs get out the taters oooh they got legs how long has it been,i think you forgot most of them taters got tater rot what about hash browns 4 breakfast my man cant throw them taters no not in the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, July 21, 2007

Such Pressure I say....

Such pressure I say, to come up with a title why must i do it, is it really so vital cant i just write, forge onward proceed leaving behind, each line there to read hearts brains and souls, come here to feed life love and knowledge digested with greed, Such pressure I say, to come up with a title... Sign in to see full entry.

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this blog will take you into the darker sides of my poetic energy.You will read things that will make you think I am very twisted or even insane and willing to commit acts of violence beyond your comprehension.Or just some lewd poetry or very opioniated poetry.Thus the title.What you see aint really me.But then again you never know ya' know.

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