Team Legpit under Colonel Meanie

 

Daytime, shout it out in the nightime

 

Spider webs all up in your brain

 

Humanities Teacher

 

A tribute to my awesome humanities teacher

To pay at a later time

 

Beautiful Civil War mugshots of Lewis Powell, failed assasin of Lincoln assasination conspiracy, right before his hanging, by Alexander Gardner

Summer Days, Gone to Imagination

Shaking dove nor spring doe can run
Across such land of force and beauty
As on your willing face, the turning sun
With the burn greater than cruelty
As the sun’s warmth folds under white brim sea
Shadows bleeding across waves of blue and grey
Your honest eyes beg the hardest plea
For they drain with the cutting of lost day
Deepest are your breaking blood filled wounds
As the falling sands rise under crashing foam
Man cannot mold metal sharp as the moon
Never brilliant as the lost days where sun shown
But still the failing memories of sun’s warmth keep
Silent under man’s infinite changing sleep

French Roast Rouch

 

Get get money, yo

 

Unfinished

Love then was depthless bliss more real than life
The things one could never see burning deep
Through the ageless burdens and countless strife
Oh how we gave time to the weeping sleep
But love time is false and cruel delegating age
Birthing demons from the time we spent awake
Our minutes merits grow not like thyme, sage
But dies as the brutal rose life, sun take
Wild is not my spirit my words not love
Your eyes nothing but organs my hair dead
Do not romanticize me floating dove
We are not to grow love never to wed
But if life is my labor that I shan’t flea
Through life’s dirt and hate I want you and me

Thou love

 

ps. scanner sucks! yo

In 700 miles you can hear

 

I need a fix

 

Don't trust the movies

 

Math Notes

 

Unfinished

 

Devil shadow

 

moving stark legs pulsing blue vains
stretching down me over red thread
belly up down breaking back sound
ribcage filled with agony, dark pain
heavy heart falls stomach weak crawls
puddle breaks feet shallow blue rain

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Unfinished

 

Unfinished

 

golden Blue

 

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd,
And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
-Lord Byron

See how they run

 

So much for intellectual incentive

 

Saucy window view

 

Six arms in my eyes

 

2010: Second Post

 

Untamoinen still is living,
Unmolested roams the wicked,
Unavenged my father's grievance,
Unavenged my mother's tortures,
Unavenged the wrongs I suffer
- The Kalevala

Night songdweller

 

Thus return at last a victor
To the forest home of Louhi,
To the joy of all her daughters,
To the wood-nymph's happy fireside
-The Kalevala