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Date Posted: 09:36:13 11/06/08 Thu
Author: dayvid Aimz
Subject: Portals of Prose

The cycle starts up again, another foray with this pen
Trying to find my forte, its a form of swordsplay
How do you play with swords? the killers of pain in your veins
Dissolve, this solved case is a mental marathon
This is a long race to flush out negativity
Another ritualistic rite performed in the wrong place
Shameless worship of the inviolate page
The critics in violet wage war, they want to sustain
All the cages of harsh criticism I try to escape
Once again I'm throwing a cyber fit, it givs life to this
Emotional display of anger, love it or slice my wrists
I haven't yet decided which, life's a bitch?
I want to be elitist, I wish that I were rich
Mariah Carey said dreams come true...
In her case the one granting them cums too
Its my turn for 15 minutes of glamour and glitz
Drowning in a metaphorical River Styx
I thought it was shallower than this


I vow to find success on this path of pretty words
Whether I'm in the 'burbs or superglued to city curbs
I got the sickest urge to go on a drinking binge
Got tar-filled lungs, dingy with smoke, grey tinge
I'm on the mend again and have no friends
I'm Mr. Lonely, I'm feeling like Akon
Though even this emotion, is one I can't stay on
Its just another play on your imagination
In a masquerade I could portray dons
Or stray cons, transform to a king
Sway pawns, I could be DDT...
the force that openly decays fawn
I'm not cynical in this cyclical screenplay
On a boulevard of broken dreams I want my green, day
Its hard not to puke up regret these days


So I hop back into the Portals of Prose.

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