Thorbart Presents Poetry by Thorb

In the time of now   south garden
we all think to be ourselves
then like all the ones before
for sure a thought 
awakens new dreams of hope
nope      south garden
or not like a rope dangling    
off the limb of an old oak
fate finds fear in the heart
like rot or a fungus can start
if weakness prevails.

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Slingshot



Like a big dick just hangin there waiten ta be licked and stroked and sucked; [Well actually pressured by a strong undulating tongue even more often than actual suction occuring and ooooohhhhhhhh so tasty with a honey/salt zest.
Pre-cum is the best and we try to keep it [cherish the lust in it] flowing slowly.
Photos are available. News at 11:00 .....
Yes; I saw the slingshot waiting to shoot.
There is more fun in a boot.
Weapons most often used on others.
Sometimes on selves\family or mothers.
War rages around us.
Do you wonder what will sell?
Hell's bells and naked dancing through the fire.
When Sigmond looks at the world,
sexuality abounds\suddenly\...the world is full of clowns to try and amuse.
My muse has been mute lately\now i find her deep in my humble art
words though misspelled and sometimes out of context.
Next i play with rhythm and off free-flow association goes,
psychiatrists now play and the Other\Alien\Spirit says with sarcasm, "So what? {eh!]".
So search the darkness as well as the light to dispel fright and flight for futile goals.
Save it for love. People need people who love what they are doing.
Zen...ish of sorts.
Dispelling blame for hope.
Preaching\noway\rapp'n\hearsay\tapping\somesay\someday\*.*
Upload and Download till the data flow stops,
handles and box#s of twerpy little snots.
Who wants more play in word thoughts?
Who wants more inuendo and Not.?
Who needs a bath and a hug now?
Who gets rocks-off on old socks\cheap talk\a brown paper box?

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here is another random poem.







Love
lost to intellectualism
confused by youth
referenced out of context
so
what is the truth
does she or not
feeling so hot
what has she got that's any different
hormones mixed with fantasy
romantic tales
Holly/Bolly would if they could
ride me out of town on a rail
for questioning their stale old story
trying to develop some glory
its such a sorry state of affairs
when in reality
nothing is there.

originally Msg: 1796 First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 2/4/2011 1:24:27 PM

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