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Stop!! Listen for once.

Turning green as Sycamore trees
But can never smell as sweet
All because the bumble bee’s
Always come to me,

The worker ants carry their load
Without the slightest care,
But it seems that your back
Has never seen wear and tear,

Babbling like a brook
Constantly without stop
All that you say
Just crashes against deaf rocks,

The flowers that bloomed today
and wither on the morrow
Seem to have more sense
Then all your yesterdays,

The sea riding on a summer breeze
Gently and lovingly slaps the shore
For you to comprehend this
it would have to pound as a winter storm,

The mirror is your friend
Cause it will never say
That you are just an actor
Who always plays pretend

I think maybe I’ve made an error
Speaking in metaphors
I should just ring clear
Like the bells of past years,

Here it is, so you’ll understand;
MOTHERFUCK YOU,
AND ALL YOU STAND FOR!!

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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words: 
anger sometimes comes welling up when you have to deal with people who lie to themself and try to make you a part of their hell. But that aint happening with me, I just won't have it. I emailed this to the idiot, I hope my thoughts where clear.
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I read this twice and as I read it I thought someone messing with the wrong cat somewhere. Anger and writing could be a great release however next time roll it off your back when the cat starts scratching. lol love to you my friend and I love this part the best

The mirror is your friend
Cause it will never say
That you are just an actor
Who always plays pretend

So true so true

Buon Natale and blessings to you friend stay warm up there

Love Mona xoxox

My dear friend al is good!
I just had to let go, I don't take what people do and say pesonal, because I know it's not about me it's about what they see in themself.
The mirror lies, the heart does not.
Always Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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In the end the anger had weiled up enough that I went street, and all the proper words went straight out the window. sometime properly placed ugly words get the point across. the sword at times is mighter than the Pen.
thank you my old Bud!
Always Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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stop nor listen

for once the best of poets here
then refused to read me
despite the fact
I conveyed to them
i know no nuance of poetry

extempore that i always be
how can I then

stop and listen to thee???

but as a special case
i shall for once.!!!!
read ur
gr8est poetry

loved

you might be offended by this , but this poem is not about you, it's about my dissatisfaction with certain friendships that are take, take and take.
So please read it again and see me, that I am a person that take's little and gives a lot. Good or Bad! thia is my Heaven!
thanks for the read, hope you where not offend I value you as a poet!
Always Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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No Offence Meant

I’m but a passer by
and i know
Who all love me?
And
who do try
But my poemic comment
Was to ferment
Your poetry in my inner sense
At times i convey
To misconvey
Humour alone i display
As words on a string
Of writers imagination
I play

loved

then what is the point! I consider it then a waste of energy and wasted energy is native energy.
I don't know if your trying to be funny or trying to be 'CUTE'!
please tell me, in words an idiot as i can understand!!
please stop saying your playing me, because your only playing with yourself and that can't be fun?

Eddie at home in the dark!!!!

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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I like how the metaphors soften the blow of your words. Great poetry.

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in the end I went right back to the hood!
I guess who I am is in escapable!
thank girl for stopping by!
Always Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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right at this moment I'm laughing also, but when I wrote it I wasn't.
your a bad Girl, aren't you!
thanks always,
Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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Eddie ,

a progression into blind rage, remind me not to get into your bad books..

Good stuff.

lou

Stand tall, be proud to be who you are, give the world the finger!!!!

I'm sure that there is a dark side to you also like everyone else, and you know sometime we have to let go before we blow ourselfs up. BOOOOM!!
always Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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You obviously have not read many of my poems, because if you had you would know about my dark side.

Lou

Stand tall, be proud to be who you are, give the world the finger!!!!

I guess I better look and see the darkside of you!
thanks lou
always Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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I did stop and listen..not just once but a couple of times..i listened to the tones and undertones and i must say it was really worthwhile...

Merry Christmas to you and your beloveds..

raj (sublime_ocean)

sublime_ocean now that is so nice to say!
Thanks raj for the "worthwhile"
always Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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So, other than feeling better, did it make a freakin' bit of difference to the other guy? It's always good to be clear and precise in one's language. ;-)

~A

p.s. Don't stop now. Ha!

that was all that mattered to me! So you are one in the same, it worked better than I thought! thank you Anna.
always in control of my heaven
Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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Eduardo, mi amigo.

Pienso que conozco a la persona de quien tú habla. ¡El unfortunate pobre, cegado por el ego, cargado con cólera frustrada porque no son perfectos, y la toma hacia fuera en el mundo entero!

¡Putas y cabrónes! ¡No jodas en mí cabeza o mi corazón!

Victor

"When a pickpocket meets a holy man all he sees are his pockets."

Unknown (at least to me)

No es posible pero es, el mundo esta llano de idiotas que estan disgustado con la vida. Y esta personas, atentan destruir el resto del mundo. No vivan la vida real.
Muches gracias hermano.
siempre Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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No hay de que, Eddie.

De veraz, es verdad!

Del cuarto de mi alma deseo que la gente sacara de sus cabezas sus asnos, y veo. Es mi rezo diario.

Ciao,

Victor

"When a pickpocket meets a holy man all he sees are his pockets."

Unknown (at least to me)

I don't think you could get on my bad side, because you are always a gentlemen.
and that speaks volumes about you!
thanks old friend
Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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no pienso que mejors palabras se an dichos tan clara.
muchas gracias, apresio su amista,
siempre Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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