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I've tasted the dream
Stefan dinglebush
I've tasted the spoon containing lost love and weeped at the humanity that screams above.
Tender as gosh my tears stream down my cheeks from can it be.
Valliant my love in terms that goddamn the senses of all open fields with brisk winds that know not the emptiness.
My wallet bearith the empty feel as my heart and soul are bloodied by the stupid war of emotion that she doth placed me in.
Woman doeseth not realize the awful weeping that seeps from the base of my rental bedroom door. I can not pay with my love anymore or my rent.
The honesty that compells my baby to leave me for him is god. Can she not conceivith my pain, Does she do not care? Why? Why? Why?
My love I can not be party any more. This bullett taste bitter sweet but my freedom from misery is Jesus Christ walking down my path to fairness and complete freedom. Goodbye, goodbye, I know everyone thus loveth me now.
Stefan dinglebush has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Stefan's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Stefan's latest works: