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Daddy should have taken me with him to the dark places; the windless plateaux obliterating pain and light, fright and sin - taken me to where peace was the only hymn. I could have drifted with him there, secluded in that untouchable haven; landscapes like dreams: shrouded in mist and nebular, where time dripped focus like clouds shed watered care. He would have clutched me then, enclosed with safety's warmth; the strength of father love curled around my body like comfort's clothes, protected me with armed angelic prose. Daddy should have taught me how to cope with life and love, but now I am a man of wasted years; abandoned like a field unploughed. |
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when i snort santi-flush it makes me tingle *ive printed out your 3 papers on your page, i do like them a lot !! one day i also snorted a line of ants |
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nice poem. very heartfelt.. you've written some good stuff, man. |
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my father was kicked out when I was about five years old. I haven't seen him in twenty years. I guess the poem is about loss and never getting over something, and it always being some kind of obstacle to the soul. |
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that's terrible.. i mean it seems like it would be worse than never knowing him, than only having faint memories, or none at all, but knowing that he was in your life at a time, and not now.. that's really sad.. at least you are expressing your emotions through words instead of bottling them inside, or expressing them in negative ways.. you should put this one on your a.p. site if you already haven't.. |
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i mean it would be worse in your case.. sorry if that was unclear |
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sorry to hear about that Paul, my parents got divorced when i was 5(thank god) my dad is a doush, ive seen him a few times, he now lives (well kinda, hes gone 90% of the year) in my grandma's basement and smokes and player internet games all day, when hes there. Dad you are a LOSER (where are you at Paul, where are you trying to get to in the USA?) |
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If you want to even talk to him, is there anyway how you could contact him ? Kicked out ? It might help you to understand yourself better if you knew more about him. |
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Apparently my Green Card is due in December. I'll be moving to Arizona. Well, I say that, I'm not optimistic to be frank, which incidentally my real father's name. |
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Apparently my Green Card is due in December. I'll be moving to Arizona. Well, I say that, I'm not optimistic to be frank, which incidentally my real father's name. |
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If you want to even talk to him, is there anyway how you could contact him ? Kicked out ? It might help you to understand yourself better if you knew more about him. |
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whoa that was weird. |
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He was an alcoholic heroin-addict. He was a brickie. He was about six foot tall, dark featured. apparently I look quite like him. He still lives in London, and he's clean. If I wanted to get in contact with him, it would be possible. |
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wow, ummmm you may/may not want to ???? i think your a strong enough person, to realize that your mommy didnt want that shite in her boys life, be thankful for that, and tell her in person (if possible) i frankly hope you make it to arizona i love you |
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My mother married a middle-class Oil Business-man. They wrenched me out of my working-class London existence and threw me up to a Hostile Scotland, and tried to force middle-class values onto me. They beat me, they gave me lines everyday (don't know if you get them there-like Bart Simpson at the beginning on the blackboard). I lost my mother at the same time I lost my father as far as I'm concerned. I'm an orphan who's parents are still living. |
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Jesus. I want to send you some crafts or something. That sounds really rough. Especially coming from a solid household, though we had problems of our own, we were always fairly close. |
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all joking aside. i love you |
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I have two new poems up on my |
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why not bump? |
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wrong question. |
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why? why? why? |
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