.
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They want to take me
To a place where I am gone
Rather kill myself
.
.
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They want to take me
To a place where I am gone
Rather kill myself
.
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Friend is mad at me
For mentioning my big cock
She should just suck it!
.

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entering subway
in the car or on the tracks
makes no difference
.
© August 24, 2011

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Sitting at the Master’s feet
His pen scribbles frantically
Trying to capture Enlightenment like a butterfly
.
In front of him is his mind
Acting as translator
Speaking the language of interpretation
.
By the time he re-reads his notes
The mind’s high has worn off
No longer drunk from imbibing euphoria
Through the clear straw of the Master
.
Through an amateur alchemist
His words are transmuted into action
But this fool’s gold
Is a worthless imposter
Lacking the luster of the original
Even it’s sparkle is dull
.
Sitting at the Master’s feet
Drowned out by the noise of his personal crowd
The Master’s silence cannot be heard
Putting down the net
He watched the butterfly dance—
And caught it at last!
.
(c) July 6, 2011

The last time I saw a green schwanz like that I was blowing Kermit The Frog!
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My cock is in hand
Woops–there goes my erection!
Just handful of balls
.
(c) July 3, 2011

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Home feels best to me
All my sharp knives in the drawer
Ready to kill me
.
(c) July 6, 2011

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Without my girlfriend
Life has no meaning for me
Shouldn’t have killed her
.
(c) August 17, 2011

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Gratitude to God
For both the joy and the pain
Life’s a bitch–but great!
.
(c) August 27, 2011 by Swami X

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I am so thirsty
Yet rain pours down upon me
My mouth must be closed
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© July 29, 2011

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Lying on my back
Sun shining in a blue sky
Dog licking my face
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