Should have been a mean one, could of seen it coming, speeds faster than anyone, can not focus in now, slips in behind you, never knowing, that it was true. by Laz .F. 27/2/2010
Archive for February 2010
Never Knew It
February 28, 20107 facts on respect (not poetry)
February 28, 2010The facts are listed in front of you, the reader as you look below, FACT 1 Have respect for yourself: Love yourself. (even if you think you’re an ass) FACT 2 Have respect for others: Living or dead (even if you do not like or love them) FACT 3 Have respect for Animals: Whether you […]
No Title
February 28, 2010Rolling with transparency, Silence falls within me, If only then, we can see. By Laz .F. 27/2/2010
A Short Poem’s End
February 27, 2010A poem’s dangerous plight falls deep into the night, Then to wake from a dream, Inside a valuable scheme, And ponder more we seek the eve again. by Laz F. 12/31/09
The Professional Cat
February 27, 2010I’ll wake up with you, take one whiff or two, Jump on your lap, purr and keep warm, then down to set you free, Finish my bowl of cream, a little chow too, And then lick myself so clean! One meow for you and me. Leap up to the window and take a fresh view, […]
Stereo Types
February 26, 2010Images take pictures with, the light of the oil lamp, Inside outside move along as if to climb right in, Coming closer in its way, is it here to stay? Looking at the ceilings cracks, come along it may. ————————————————————– By Laz .F. 19/2/2010
Please do not read this Poetry,Why it means so much to me…………….
February 26, 2010Wait the title lies, happiest in sadness, positively negative, Feast your eyes, such a frown, there you go, and knew it, Trying to pass right through it, and looking for the end. ———————————————————————- “Let me know if you like Cat poems ,I will write one for you” by Laz. F. 26/2/2010
no name poem
February 26, 2010Need a retro pass with some old clay today. Minds on fire can’t even put it out for the night. Need something to make out of it. By Laz .F. 25/2/2010
4:44————————–
February 26, 2010Four forty-four, morning creeps, garbage is out, Butchers with guilt free meat, houses like templates, Wise old owls slipped away, cats snuck off safely too, Bullets approved with jackets and vests, Barely make it till four forty-four. ————————————————– By Laz.F. 25/2/2010
Rare Pork
February 26, 2010Refined mind only, dogs dig it all up, scrapes, and escapes, within, Moonlight breaks, wave’s goodbye soon, can’t ever say that again. By Laz.F. 25/2/2010
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