Fists of thunder
Or balls of steel
I think I'll use my vanity
To stir up mass appeal
Gotta note that I should make up
That is bullshit
Corrupt cop
Mona lisa stirred the ghost rider
Zenith was the one mentally inside her
Puzzled or dreaming
Hoping to ponder
The next big thing is Joshua Shepard
I wonder...
joshuashepardpoems
Friday, April 6, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Power Suit
Power Suit
Powder Suit
That gleams in the sunlight
Fresh faces esteemed in the twilight
Weep golden and blue
Dare to be different
But exactly who are you?
I am a man who had a lost child
To him I repeatedly apologize
Just watch me chide you and smile
You are the real Brainchild
Like a power suit gauntlet
Like a Claymore I can lift
You wear a power suit
And are eternally equipped...
To: Justin
Powder Suit
That gleams in the sunlight
Fresh faces esteemed in the twilight
Weep golden and blue
Dare to be different
But exactly who are you?
I am a man who had a lost child
To him I repeatedly apologize
Just watch me chide you and smile
You are the real Brainchild
Like a power suit gauntlet
Like a Claymore I can lift
You wear a power suit
And are eternally equipped...
To: Justin
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Past Times
In past times of woe
The brave weren't G.I. Joe's
The submitten weren't chosen
To the abundent forerosen
The life of a loser
If you weren't such a chooser
The quest of the hound
Not on the way to the pound
The sway of dismay
To the abundent suarrey
The hopeful comotion
That precedes every devotion
And the tag that precedes the label
On every given fable
That is above or under the table
In adjacent revenge
To an apprehensious sledge
For time was a bitch
Not such a winch
To sleepless erosion
That suspends every motion
In an angle that befit father time
Who ended his life of crime
With a filter of fate
With no crimes of hate
That befit the notion
Of tudored devotion
To portents bend
In every thought I rend.
The brave weren't G.I. Joe's
The submitten weren't chosen
To the abundent forerosen
The life of a loser
If you weren't such a chooser
The quest of the hound
Not on the way to the pound
The sway of dismay
To the abundent suarrey
The hopeful comotion
That precedes every devotion
And the tag that precedes the label
On every given fable
That is above or under the table
In adjacent revenge
To an apprehensious sledge
For time was a bitch
Not such a winch
To sleepless erosion
That suspends every motion
In an angle that befit father time
Who ended his life of crime
With a filter of fate
With no crimes of hate
That befit the notion
Of tudored devotion
To portents bend
In every thought I rend.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Nutrisweet
Nutrisweet like nectar
How far is your vector
For I am a sugaraholic
Do I need to go to A.A. for that
Not in my coffee
But more comes from beer
I'm not an alcholic or a queer
But I love synthetic sugar
Coat me in white
I'm dressed appropriately today
Kiss the guy on the beach goodnight
Get payed tomorrow
May go to L.A.
Or whatever whatever
Bad if it's a shitty day...
How far is your vector
For I am a sugaraholic
Do I need to go to A.A. for that
Not in my coffee
But more comes from beer
I'm not an alcholic or a queer
But I love synthetic sugar
Coat me in white
I'm dressed appropriately today
Kiss the guy on the beach goodnight
Get payed tomorrow
May go to L.A.
Or whatever whatever
Bad if it's a shitty day...
Sunday, March 18, 2012
The Relentless Ease
It's easy to admit defeat
But then you aren't really trying
Beg, Borrow, Steal
You know you are lying
Today is the greatest
Tommorow is the worst
a life of misery
well rehearsed
Capitulation's Duets
The California Locusts
The "God's of California"!
On that we are more focused
Big Bang Babies
or Blood Syndicates
Of our metamorphasis through survival
We can never forget
Bio Electric
Am I wolf or am I great cat
Amazing I'm a natural
Not born in a vat....
But then you aren't really trying
Beg, Borrow, Steal
You know you are lying
Today is the greatest
Tommorow is the worst
a life of misery
well rehearsed
Capitulation's Duets
The California Locusts
The "God's of California"!
On that we are more focused
Big Bang Babies
or Blood Syndicates
Of our metamorphasis through survival
We can never forget
Bio Electric
Am I wolf or am I great cat
Amazing I'm a natural
Not born in a vat....
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
BioRythme
Mio biorythmo es comprado negro
Para somos ojos rojidos
Aquis necro grag neyt
The transformation is now complete.
A new synthesis to equilibrium risperidol and stimulant pidulum
Para somos ojos rojidos
Aquis necro grag neyt
The transformation is now complete.
A new synthesis to equilibrium risperidol and stimulant pidulum
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Time Elaspses
Time elapses like a broadened crisper
You can hear about it through fables
A meep or a whisper
To omuch tnacity too much bravado
I should have oredered another pizza in Chicago
When the wind went wild
I took the thought train
My mind to soon be landing like a learjet in lane
You can hear about it through fables
A meep or a whisper
To omuch tnacity too much bravado
I should have oredered another pizza in Chicago
When the wind went wild
I took the thought train
My mind to soon be landing like a learjet in lane
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