eyes of green

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  • Jealousy

    eyes of green

    my life goes round
    yea, it spins and it twirls..
    mines in a whirl, i'm mindin' a girl
    a real live pearl i find in a curl with her mind on the world

    little baby bird chirps,
    i serve it up gurged in reverse with desert in reserves
    alert and rehersed
    she gives me an urge
    something of a surge though she only heard the bird
    sure

    she must think i'm a jerk.
    the mock i'm sendin', spin her and hauck venom
    'til adrenaline shocks in 'em

    no, i can't be brash
    i shan't..think fast
    why am i comin' in last but alas..
    i laugh at last and brass that


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    warsaw commented on eyes of green

    09-02-2009

    Love it sir! ! passionate like a message within a message thank you for sharing sincerely WARSW

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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