psychtraveller

Without you

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This is the last of my young voice. Its grown up now and now I have an adult voice. Not as appealing, but Ill try to make do. :)

Fishes [This is about what your father has to do to introduce himself to you] -Epitomy

Blood spills upon the ocean floor, <-----Deep bleeding
Shells cannot hide the stain. <----- Cannot hide by beauty.
Wash your feet before you jump in. <----- Cleanse yourself.
Before your body turns to internal sin. <-----b4 bleeding gets in your blood.

Escape the sharks and the porpoises, <-----Dont make it worse.
Jump into the holes of dunes. <-----Seek help further.
Wear over the deep dark yonder, <-----Help is on its way.
Dont get caught in the tunes. <-----Dont get caught in between.

Lay over your clothes to burn, <----- Burn your belongings.
Before your body turns to dust. <-----You dont need them anymore.
Befall your sight has laid to die, <-----You are blinded.
Because you cant see your childrens lie.

By and by, your hope will cleanse your dose,
If you inject your families cose.
With a depth as high and by,
With nothing wagging its tail in your eye.

Capture fishes and tails on your way,
Treat them with their fiesty snare.
They might bite, and they might slay,
But known to you, they will never stray.
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There..... This one has complicated meaning, so for the input.

Your own [This is about obeying the laws of nature] -Crimenology.

Fire boils beneath the surface.
Unveiling all capacitation.
Lava mixes with spittoon.
Mountaneous order of churn.

Down comes crashing the thunderous storm.
Slashing its way to bottomless pit.
Why cant you blow the clouds away.
And sacrifice your own feet.

Climb to the summit.
Isnt it exciting?
Why of all these bountiful beauteous magnimity,
Would you befall your own summit?

Eat her, you say.
Kill her innermost kit.
After all shes done for you,
To keep you happy, alive, and fit.

Resusitation implodes your biggest fear.
Lost beneath the surface.
Fall to your own crimenology.
And die at your own feet.

Lost in your own history.
Smile at your own kit.
Jest at your own ludicracy.
Benile, senile and dis-tick.

Pied

Stand up to your purpose,
Defy all gravitational desolute.
God is in all innocence,
Your head is your piety.

The reserve is your saving grace,
Why murder when your love is in your face.
You know better, why defy?
Is your head in your eye or your gut in your pie?

Dont be afraid, dont be taken,
Bad is for intake not for mistake.
What happens when the world is in over your head?
Take a lick at yourself and procate.

No harm in that,
Provocation is not a a brutal blunder.
Ease your tired mind,
And live in the glory of sunder.
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OK...since you like.

Heart of gold [This is about fathers relieving you of contempt] -Redemption

Glass pretty glass falls upon the floor.
Flowers scattered everywhere, but noone bothers.
My heart is made of gold and my spleen of wood.
One for you to make yourself good.

My mind ponders for your aches and pains.
Although its mighty, its not slight.
When will you pick up the pieces of your broken cross.
When will you learn to go where only people boss.

Red, hang an apple on your tree.
Be sure to know, its hanging there for thee.
Fear not in its colour.
Its to be eaten, wormed and seed. (ed)

Little worms slide across the floor.
Crawling everywhere for your shore,
Love your room, Dont be sad.
Let them in, keep your windows led. (let)
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Hope you like it. This is my first poem about things I always think about, instead of feel or love. :)

O macDonald had a farm, Eeee Yei EEE yei OH!
With a click click here, and a click click there!
Here gun, there mouse, EIEIO!

O macDonald had a farm, Eeee Yei EEE yei OH!
With a tick tick here, and a tick tick there!
Here bomb, there granade, EIEIO!

O macDonald had a farm, Eeee Yei EEE yei OH!
With a pick pick here, and a pick pick there!
Here hair, there there, EIEIO!

O macDonald had a farm, Eeee Yei EEE yei OH!
With a deck deck here, and a quack quack there!
Here cheek, there git, EIEIO!

O macDonald had a farm, Eeee Yei EEE yei OH!
With a mick mick here, and a quack quack there!
Here duck, there mouse, EIEIO!

HEHE! I like Mickey Mouse! :D

This old man, he played 1, he played knick knack on my pan. With a knick knack paddi whack, whack upon my pan, this old man came crawling home.

This old man, he played 2, he played knick knack on my peuw. With a knick knack paddi whack, dap upon mine too, this old man came prancing home.

This old man, he played 3, he played knick knack on my blee. With a knick knack paddi whack, fan down to my knee, this old man came carried home. (With 3 lovely ladies at my beck!!)

This old man, he played 4, he played knick knack on my paw. With a knick knack paddi whack, meow upon my taw, this old man came parading home.

This old man, he played 5, he played knick knack on my kite. With a knick knack paddi whack, lick upon my... (Special one, lick and suck and dike) , this old man came dancing home.


HEHE! And the rest is a secret!

One, two, Go and find Lembu.
Three, Four, Bang your head on the door.

Five, Six, Do magic to find your stick!
Seven, Eight, Lay an egg on your mothers head.

Nine, Ten, Blow dry your can.
Eleven, Twelve, Find already or not?

AHAHAHAHA! I dont really like this father!

Im mean, I know. :P

One two, Chikadee.
Three Four, Sing a long.

Five Six, Mix the gigs.
Seven Eigth, Open your sticks.

Nine Ten, Lay them In.
Eleven, Twelve, Come along.

Guess what Im singing about?

X/







AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You know what? I dont know either.... It has some sexual innuendo though.



Lets try another one.

One, Two, Ponteng long.
Three, Four, Bite the dong.

Five, six, Make them sick.
Seven, Eigth, Lay them straight.

Nine, Ten, Crank the aircon.
Eleven, Twelve, Market sex.


AHAHAHHAHAHA! You know I know Im making fun of my fathers! LOOLLOLOL.


Lets try another one.

One, Two, Blanja kopi.
Three, Four, Makan Roti Prata.

Five, Six, open dix.
Seven, eight, make tosey and act dead

Nine, Ten, open den.
Eleven, twelve, shake the coke can! SPLASHHHHHHH!!!


HAHAHAHA! This is fun!

Satiation [One about too much thought revolving around the world]

Livers welcome,
Knockers deliberate.
What on Earth do Galaxies approve of,
When Jupiters a wonder,
and Saturns a culprit.

Internal depths wound us so,
But its nothing but a story.
World glory depletes our agony,
So how can we achieve what we con curry. (Concur)

The world confuses our every piety,
How much can we pray, and how much can we carry.
Peace comes only once in a destiny,
Does anticipation work when we love Mary.

Come let us pray for our thoughts,
Thats we'll all be worthy, we'll all be adjucate.
Thank the heavens that we'll still have Gods Gift,
And he burdens all we placate.
From our hearts lament.

Satyres satiate our lives history,
Let us realise our place.
And stop fighting for completion
And chase.
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Slow it down [One about happiness]

Life endangers us all,
Would we live it or give it all we can.
Fear strikes an imbalance indunce,
Could we live for the thrill or chive at its cordial.

Merriment smites us and gives us a laughing glance,
Live in its wonder and play live and let live.
Nothing can touch us if we know,
Theres love in our hearts, and kindness in our stow.

Give a little, fraid not in your weaknesses,
Bossom shows greatness in your low.
If only you'd respect your loved ones,
And cut with the dough.

Prayer beseeches your wondering sloth.
Live for God and your merriment will slow.
Hes there for you to bestow,
Give him a little and your love will glow.
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Thats what Ive learnt. Hee!

Where are all the other poets??? Cant find them!