I will but you might


line upon line
a fool wastes his time
trying to figure out
why loves fickle flame
burns to hot to handle

all of my life
i am despised
for taking a chance
of wanting someone
to spend time with

i take my time
to find my heart fine
but really it weeps
for all of my friends
they leave me

broken am i
my faded stars shine
for destiny lied
when it was told me
that i would find her

but i will survive
and i just might
take you with me


Copyright 2007 by pauly hart

so i have been having fun over at http://bitstrips.com for around a month now and it’s great.

a social application that allows you to create cartoon characters and comic strips. mock someone that already exists or create a new person altoghether.

i think it’s the greatest thing since sliced bread.

of course... i’m a geek too.

 

hope to see you there!

-pauly

a monologue delivered from the coffeeshop guru and the interpreter


I flounder and writhe within the complexities
And profoundities of the verious cornicopia
Of the sleuth and sluice of your vernacular

--- What he is saying is that he hates what you say

So I lounge and ponder about the ineptitude
of the mediocritious usage of your amplification system
upon where you so rapidly pronounce your insipid tallow

--- He's thought about it a lot, and you suck at open mic night

Varieties of your simplitude gesculate the genre
inforwards the hereforto ibid

--- He believes that He has mentioned this before

Verily, methinks that upon this cornerstone
As well as within the metaphysical crucible
I and even my loquacious ID began to postulate
the procreation of obliterating your lugubrious endeavors
and obliterating your said thesbian achievements
as well as liquidating your symbolic gothic colloquialisms
and placing your dillapitated ethos upon the crucifix of versimilitude
and yourself within the purgatory of proverbial despondancy

--- Well basically, he hangs his tale upon the joy, that one day
you and all of your art will die, and he will have helped it along


Copyright 2007 by pauly hart

Like


1.
Like a spitoon
You reek
Reek of lies
And bitterness
Greed, shame and hate
I want nothing to do with it
Liar, Lies, Lying

2.
Whatever you dare
You cannot compare
Yourself with another
Your life with your brother
Who cares about you
Who knows you for you
Only yourself, fool
Only your mind: tool

3.
I am only me
Only me, you can see
If you stood in my shoes
Then I would be you
And then you could see
What it is to be me


Copyright 2007 by pauly hart

Like


1.
Like a spitoon
You reek
Reek of lies
And bitterness
Greed, shame and hate
I want nothing to do with it
Liar, Lies, Lying

2.
Whatever you dare
You cannot compare
Yourself with another
Your life with your brother
Who cares about you
Who knows you for you
Only yourself, fool
Only your mind: tool

3.
I am only me
Only me, you can see
If you stood in my shoes
Then I would be you
And then you could see
What it is to be me


Copyright 2007 by pauly hart

tried to say i love you
how often can this be
so many times we forget ourselves
and assume the very worst

but whats the worst at can happen
when the sky is always blue
and the sun will always rise
in the same spot again

patience is just love and time and inaction
and if thats what we have to do
to be with each other
then baby i love you

this poem was written briefly after the poem about mountain dew as seen below
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sex

i love sex

the end



2008 pauly hart