Quit rubn my bananaand flickin my grapes's blog: ""INSOMNIA""

(a persons beauty is never just skin deep my friends) "THE YELLOW ROSE" AN ORCHID IS A FLOWER,THAT BLOOMS BY MOONLIGHT; IT'S A MESMERIZING WONDER,LIKE LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT. THE PICTURE THAT YOU SEE,AS YOU STAND AT A MIRROR; PALES BY COMPARISON,IT'S INNER BEAUTY I HOLD DEAR. LOVE CAN BE MAGICAL,THE MISSING LINK IN A CHAIN; YOU RISK IT ALL BY OPENING YOUR HEART,WITH EVERYTHING TO GAIN. LIKE DEW FORMING ON A PETAL,AS THE SUN BEGINS TO RISE; YOU BURN A HOLE IN MY SOUL,BY THE TWINKLE IN YOUR EYES. BLOOD SEEPS FROM A ROSE,AN AROMA YOU CAN SEE; THE PROTECTOR OF THE FLOWER,HAS BEEN GIVEN TO A BEE. THE REFLECTION OF A STAR,LEAVES CATCHING THE RAY; BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS TO HELP YOU,MAKE IT THROUGH ANOTHER DAY. THE PAINFUL MEMORIES FADING,AS YOU LISTEN TO THE RAIN; WORDS OF COMFORT SOOTHING,REMOVING ALL THE PAIN. THROES OF PASSION GENTLE,SENSATION AT IT'S HEIGHT; A WHISPER IN YOUR EAR,"YOU'RE NOT ALONE TONIGHT."

"THE GUARDIAN" .............................................. THE ADDICTIONS THAT HAUNT ME,ROB ME FROM MY SLEEP; LURKING IN DARKNESS,CONTROL I MUST KEEP. THIS BEAST HAS FANGS,MORE POWER THAN THE SUN; WHO WILL WIN FIRST,ME OR THE GUN? TO GET WHAT I NEED,I POUNCE AND ATTACK; IT AWAKENS THE MONKEY,AS HE CRAWLS UP MY BACK. AS IT CONSUMES MY BODY,WHO HAS THE WHEEL? MY EMOTIONS MUST NUMB,THAT WAS THE DEAL. MY PROBLEMS AND WORRIES,SEEM A MILLION MILES AWAY; A FALSEHOOD OF PEACE,UNTIL THE NEXT DAY. IF I DIE WHILE I'M NEAR YOU,THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO SAY; TAKE MY BODY ELSEWHERE,THE PROBLEM AWAY. I'VE SEEN THE REAPER MANY TIMES,ALMOST HELD HIS BONEY HAND; THERE MUST BE AN ANGEL,THAT KEEPS ADDING MORE SAND.

I once had a snowman,and frosty was his name; it started off as fun,and wound up as a game. i made some minor changes,and moved things around; i have to work quick,or he'll melt to the ground. most people use buttons,and a carrot for his nose; i was thinking,ski mask,leather jacket,and panty hose. have you seen my "snowballs"?,you can hold them in your hand. i play with them often,except when holding sand. frosty wants to know,if you'll help to wipe his ass? with those sticks for arms i gave him,he can't make a clean pass. he should have a "top hat",upon his frozen head; sorry it's only bird shit,from the crows eating bread. i got in moms dresser drawer,i had to move really quick; frosty has a new nose,it's a 2ft. rubber dick. i must go for now my darling,time for me to go; always remember,don't eat that yellow snow. the next time you eat cereal,always take your place; please be courteous my darling, and SIT ON MY FROSTED FACE:P

i'm a whacked out poet,if you didn't know it.i wrote this pokin a lil fun at all my relatives for that always fucked up and hilarious get together w/my relatives,called THANKSGIVING..roflmfao ............................................... "WALKING TURKEY,OR TALKING TURKEY?" THIS STORY FOR YOU,THIS TALE I RELATE; I BELIEVE ITS NOVEMBER,22 IS THE DATE. FROZEN IT COMES,STRAIGHT FROM THE STORE; YOU'D BETTER BE SURE,IT WEIGHS 20LBS. OR MORE. INTO THE OVEN ,THE BIG BIRD GOES; WATCHING THE TIMER,TO SEE WHAT IT SHOWS. SOMETIMES YOU MAY THINK,I'M A CRAZY OLE NUT; BUT YOU ARE THE ONE,THAT STUCK THAT THING IN ITS BUTT. HOURS AND HOURS,...SLOWLY GO BY; MY NIECE IN THE KITCHEN,MAKING TATERS AND PIE. COME ALL YOU PEOPLE,SIT DOWN AND LETS EAT; YOU PLACE THE GOLDEN BIRD,IN THE CENTER TO GREET. MY BROTHER GRABS THE KNIFE,TO CUT A BIG SLICE; GRANDMA WILL SAY,"THAT TURKEY LOOKS NICE". WHAT WAS THAT SOUND,ALL OF YOU HEARD? COULD HAVE COME,FROM THAT BROWN BIRD? MY BROTHER DROPS THE KNIFE,IT FALLS FROM HIS HAND; THAT DAMNED OLE TURKEY,IS STARTING TO STAND. THIS COULD BE THE CRAZIEST,THING THAT YOU'VE HEARD; THAT DAMNED OLE TURKEY,IS FLIPPING THE BIRD. MY SIS TELLS MY BRO,...GO GET THE GUN; BETTER HURRY QUICK,HES STARTING TO RUN. ALL OF HIS SHOTS,DEFINITELY WENT WIDE; I HOPE THAT THE HOLES,A PICTURE MIGHT HIDE. THAT TURKEY WAS FAST,THE GUNSHOTS WERE LOUD; THAT TURKEY BUSTED MOVES,YOU ALL SHOULD BE PROUD. YOU CAN BET THAT OLE TURKEY,IS TRYING TO GRIN; HIS SMILE WOULD BE WIDE,IF IT JUST HAD A CHIN. THIS STORY I TELL,I CAN TELL YOU NO MORE; THAT DAMNED OLE TURKEY,WENT STRAIGHT FOR THE DOOR. THAT TURKEY WAVED BYE,GOODBYE AND GOOD LUCK; THAT TURKEY DROVE AWAY,IN MY BRO'S TRUCK. THE NEXT TIME YOU SIT DOWN,TO CUT A BIG SLICE; SON CHECK ITS PULSE,NOT ONCE BUT TWICE. BE SURE THAT OLE TURKEY,IS DEAD IN THAT PAN; MAKE SURE IT GOT COOKED,....NOT JUST A TAN.:p

THIS IS A PAINTED BATHROOM FLOOR!!!!!!!! *IMAGINE YOU ARE AT A PARTY on the tenth floor....* *YOU'VE BEEN DRINKING......* *(not that you would...)* *AND THEN YOU HAVE TO VISIT THE BATHROOM.... * *You open the door.... ** NOW, REMEMBER,* *THE FLOOR IS JUST* *! A PAINTED FLOOR!** KINDA TAKES YOUR BREATH AWAY.....* *DOESN'T IT?*

THIS NEXT POEM I WROTE IS ABOUT WHEN YOU CAN'T SLEEP BECAUSE YOUR MIND IS RACING AND YOU MUST FIND YOUR COMFORT ZONE BEFORE YOU CAN SLEEP,AND YOU MAY HAVE TO WORK THE NEXT DAY.SUCK!!!"
IT'S CALLED "INSOMNIA"

........."INSOMNIA"........ I LIE AWAKE IN DARKNESS,MY MIND HAS GONE ASTRAY; DWELLING IN MADNESS,A MILLION MILES AWAY. MY SCREAMS DO YOU HEAR ME,AS I CALL YOUR NAME AT NIGHT; THE IMAGES THAT HAUNT ME,WAITING FOR THE LIGHT. THE SLEEP THAT ESCAPES ME,THOUGHTS THAT WON'T LEAVE; THINGS I CAN'T SEE,CAUSING MY GRIEVE. THE SILENCE IS DEAFENING,THAT POUNDING OF THE SOUND; THE WHEELS OF THE CLOCK,SLOWLY GOING 'ROUND. EYES THAT WON'T CLOSE,SLEEP THAT I FEAR; WAITING FOR MY ANGEL,TO SLOWLY APPEAR. I HEAR THAT BEATING OF THE WINGS,TO TAKE ME AWAY; I WAS SAVED BY MY ANGEL,FOR ANOTHER DAY. TRANQUILITY SLOWLY,I FINALLY FOUND PEACE; MY FEAR THAT IS GONE,AS I SLOWLY RELEASE. YOUR ARMS THAT NOW HOLD ME,SQUEEZING ME TIGHT; ONCE AGAIN YOU HELPED ME,MAKE IT THROUGH ANOTHER NIGHT.