(posted 7336 days ago)in the burrow of heresy, the wings strive. red book on blue window bring me to a feverish dive It is time that blesses the empty wine In my solitude I sell my respect for gratitude Oh ye, to be that forlorn Have we really not grown Leave out the me in you Old Haggart Gine will drink his wine YOU CAN SCREAM AS YOU PLEASE JUST LEAVE YOUR KEYS CAUSE YOUR GONE................ (COMPLMENTS from the band ORGANIZED CONFUSION, We saw your poem of the masses and feelt that since so many people posted just what ever came to them at the time we went ahead and rewrote our song using a few lines previously noted in this poem, i hope you like "your gone" and perhaps later ill get the actual song on the website so you can hear it If you just cant wait then look for the new album hiting the stores its called SACRAMENT by OrGaNiZeD CoNfUsIoN ---The drummer........... -----A-17- By golly, gadzooks, lads, I've burnt the toast. How can I go on? When you have taken all my bones. adrian flailing through this bitter agony, SImply whining their sad and lonley sounds lifted high then dropped low strangely with hollow promised ant hill mounds falling cat hell nagingly There were no ants there to be found crawling bell fell faggingly i wish you were here with me for the Hell he felt so jojjingly for the Hell he felt so jojjingly for Heaven beyond his ken, he lived a blessed fruitful life and poems behind my hen with his kids an his little wife are once again opaque amongst my lover's eyes he thought again, he took his life he thought again, he took his life sometimes i like to smell oranges and passed it to her wife No charger have I and no sword by my side, yet still to adventure and battle I ride wearing nary a stitch, as she no longer may we eat warm lunch! cut me like a bitch come on then lets get some brunch!! please lets get some brunch i haven't had any since last lunch you know: later than breakfast, more leisurely than lunch because i dont like it a bunch This must be the ever-popular brunch! teach me to dispose, gentle mentor penguins are slightly worse i feel like a lobster i'm needing a drink glory can be found in the fanfare of female baboon asses I live in a bedchamber I live in a bedchamber Forlorn remembrances scape her scabby ankles Keep your egg foo young despite the braying sayers of nay Once in a parallel universe, I met an astronaut in a hula skirt. and that scared me. I wonder from tree to tree looking for a nut, but none are to found. look here my friend - where they abound. And why is it I wonder? It's daft to found a nut on the ground. a man It's one of a kind