Dark Poetry #3 |
Funky Man Jack |
TwoSided Junior Member
since 2003-07-06
Posts 19 |
I feel my soul rasping gentle tapping at my heart He wants out of his shell and into the world I’m telling him slowly breaken it to him gently “ Ya gotta stay back man, can’t come out yet man” Sulking away from me he cruse’s slivery wings tainted gray Poor old fellow cannot stand to waste another day “Come on buddy don’t be cross” I’m trying to ease myself back into his grace He’s not looken at me; he doesn’t want to face his capture “Can’t blame him,” I think down heartedly, He’s my broken heart, my weeping soul, my aching womb, Jack I call him Ace he calls himself My man in black my sprit gone wack. That’s my funky a@# Jack. |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Two - is this your other half? of you , I mean got me thinking here you did xxoo |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
sounds like you two make a whole, clever work |
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