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By far my fave guitar hero finger killer.
Now I've told you that gem of info you've learned something new.
Right. I'm in the garden burning old fences (and doing a mighty fine job I must add)
What do ya want to throw in my fire, never to be seen again?
Oh, and I'd like to hear a little poetry in return for the use of my flamage.
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I’d like you to burn the bags of stuff my ex still hasn’t picked up after moving out almost a year ago.
Poetry? I create lengthy spoken word pieces so when it’s written it loses it’s effect but try this. It’s a short one called Traffic Lights and I always get a good response when I perform it.
Red. That's your colour
You tell them to halt
Stop. Stay. Remain.
They want to fly. Drive
Away without recourse
The wind in their sails
Away away away
Green is the new mode
Freedom the way out
Let me breathe. Exhale
Inhale. Feel the air inside.
I never liked red. Restrictions
Rules. Inhibitions.
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"I’d like you to burn the bags of stuff my ex still hasn’t picked up after moving out almost a year ago.
Poetry? I create lengthy spoken word pieces so when it’s written it loses it’s effect but try this. It’s a short one called Traffic Lights and I always get a good response when I perform it.
Red. That's your colour
You tell them to halt
Stop. Stay. Remain.
They want to fly. Drive
Away without recourse
The wind in their sails
Away away away
Green is the new mode
Freedom the way out
Let me breathe. Exhale
Inhale. Feel the air inside.
I never liked red. Restrictions
Rules. Inhibitions.
I'm not in love anymore."
Chuck em on sweet cheeks and release the beast.
Thank you Macster, I love that 
Talented little minx
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I'm throwing self doubt on the fire. Not all of it though, we still need a smidge I think to keep us from becoming arrogant.
Fire fire in the air
You went and burnt my nasal hair
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Ooh now I havn't got much to burn currently but I am in love with a poem. It isn't anything I've written, is that cheating? (Probably going to be really long too, soz)
When the weariness of the road is upon me, and the thirst of a sultry day; when the ghostly hours of the dusk throw their shadows across my life, then I cry not for your voice only, My Friend, but for your touch.
There is an anguish in my heart for the burden of its riches not given to you.
Put out your hand through the night, let me hold it and fill it and keep it, let me feel its touch along the lengthening stretch of my loneliness.
*soppy  I can throw some twigs on the fire too. |
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"Ooh now I havn't got much to burn currently but I am in love with a poem. It isn't anything I've written, is that cheating? (Probably going to be really long too, soz)
When the weariness of the road is upon me, and the thirst of a sultry day; when the ghostly hours of the dusk throw their shadows across my life, then I cry not for your voice only, My Friend, but for your touch.
There is an anguish in my heart for the burden of its riches not given to you.
Put out your hand through the night, let me hold it and fill it and keep it, let me feel its touch along the lengthening stretch of my loneliness.
*soppy I can throw some twigs on the fire too. "
Yay to twig throwing and double yaaaaaaay for the poem.
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"Children starve, we amass
People die, we just pass
Church abuses, we deny
Government actions, no outcry
Famine, pestilence, war and death
Abound this world, taking breath
Fables no more, beings created
World will end, when they are sated"
My first ever published poem.
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