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Patlow
center city and the pretty kitty
ageless eyes
there is no pitty
afraid of rejection
i lose my erection
as drugs go up
i'm coming down
thinking it was better
when you were around
cliche
ok
pin me on your wall like a butterfly
we never die
we never (constantly) cry
just be a friend
at least pretend
it's all i ask
a gentle task
placate me
i wanna be
just like you one day
so i pray
please please please
don't go away
Patlow
hey, i'm drunk now, but that wasn't such a bad poem... someone could have commented... cheers.

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G&C
A legend in his own mind.
bob_chong
Works as song lyrics, given that it is basically a string of cliches.
Donnie Darko
QUOTE(Patlow @ Nov 18 2006, 03:41 AM) *

center city and the pretty kitty

Back o my neck gettin dirty and gritty
Absomphe
QUOTE(Patlow @ Nov 18 2006, 12:41 AM) *

i'm coming down




"You can't ever come, ever come, ever come down"!

---United States of America, featuring Joe Byrd on electric calliope, and Dorothy Moskowitz's vocals, circa 1968.
Provenance
QUOTE(G&C @ Dec 14 2006, 07:01 AM) *

A legend in his own mind.

Then he may be best finding someone else's mind to inhabit.
Jaded Prole
Keep the day job.
jacal01
Thought I did. Musta been my imagination.
traineraz
Running away with you?
Patlow
Ok, so the last poem was shite. I get it. And yes, the string of cliches thing... Well, I do write songs. And, yes, these are lyrics. Me and my brother can be seen preforming them weekly in the City of Brotherly Love.

I hope, I think, I know... This one is better!

Untitled

Scissors are for sisters
Always run with them
Cut yourself
Never wear a seat belt
Matches are fun
Give them to kids

ATM machines are televised for guns
Blood falls apart
Don't sleep
Eat red meat
Drugs make you happy
Pick a fight with a muscle-head

Forget your mantra
Lie to your mother
College is a waste of time
The sun is good for you
Being tan is cool
Needles are the only way to get high

Life's impostors mean us harm
Take up arms
The barbarians are at the gate
We don't stand a chance
Fight to the death
This is a warning but this is not an exit
speedle
Give me the tabs and I'll try it out, ya never know.
Patlow
(Continuing the tradition of pop-song lyrics for the masses of under-studied sex-starved classes…)

I’m…the incoherent snake in the grass
I’m…the lunatic shake in that ass
I’m…the frozen forever lever (clever?)
I’m…the fix and the break in the glass

You’re…the sleepy creepy one
You’re…the innocence of cloudburst sun
You’re…the dew upon a windowpane
You’re…the inside of terror-tossed (acid) rain

We’re…the beginning of organized time
We’re…the white powder of one last (has to be the last) one last line
We’re…on every hit list magazine cover-crime
We’re…the (first, last, and only) reason to shine
Patlow
My latest drunkest opus…

House Criminal

Set holy-heaven on fire
Just to freak out the slick-set
Without regret from
Deprived sorted social circles
And uncounted miracles
Cos they go on for miles
Forgive flaccid freak-a-zoids sleeping
In black hole eclipses
They’re never breaching
One must measure success by misses
And didn’t your Mrs. like our thieving?
So flipped out that it must
Return to the flavor
Of car bomb suicide kisses and
Ms. spent behavior
The beautiful life only exists in a
Very grey area
And that’s a fact, Jack
I ain’t tryin’ to save ya
Patlow
Coming down fast over LAX
Get off the plane
All these people eat sex

DJ a party so I can feel strong
I coked up a smack head
Because nothing is wrong

No waves in Venice
So we only smoke that
A taxi up Lincoln, never come back
absinthist
ya know the church
and ya know the priest
it shoulda ring a bell
but there is still sum risk
Patlow
But I burn the verse
And I fuck the chief
Outta minimum-wage
Fake-security frisk
Patlow
Star faced freckled hazel light sunshine
Every time we meet I forgive you, you’re mine
And at the end of the movie in another time
We both end up the villain
And we both turn out just fine
(If you finish your line)
Then I'll finish mine, and I'm feelin' just fine…

Fat faced pimpled blue bright moonshine
Every time we meet I forgive you, you’re mine
And at the end of the movie in another time
We both end up the villain
And we both turn out just fine
(If you finish your line)
Don’t matter… cunt faced evil mother fucker of crime
Patlow
Portrait of a (any) Woman

Cunt
Asshole
Mouth
Tits
Nymphadora
In reponse:

A Portfolio of Men to Sell

To win a man's heart and mind.
You must think of them like shares.
Playing the stock market of men.
Can be but a trading affair.

They are useless when they are down!
Heaven when they are up!
To find another you must call all around.
Do your research as such.

But maybe the best advice.
Is to have more than one stock.
Because when one is down.
The other is usually up!


-- Alan Anthony Moody
Patlow
Now that's good. Mine was actually written in the elevator of my building! I'm sorry I even posted it. Not very nice. I just thought it was the funniest thing in the world when I saw it, but I should have referenced it. (It's since been removed.)
Patlow
Seesaw
Hee Haw
Does it take a hick?
To make it stick
Or to make me sick
Too wrapped up in the Ritual
De lo Habitual
If Jane’s is back
I must need smack
Then a gift walks by
And the answer’s “y”
Sometimes a girl
Looks prettier when she cries
When she’s filled with lye
Don’t ask me why
Why? Why? Why?
Kirk
I always liked ~Y~ , she should have lied with Prov ,
a little piece of raw fish would never have been missed.
Kirk
That fucking bitch,
fuck her , the little cur ,
Cros was correct when he slammed her to the curb.
Patlow
Don't be absurd!
She's your bitch
Hit the switch
Now she's your bird.
Kirk
I'm not fishing , but I'd like to see the baiters get a good hit .

You should have been there when she hit the deck
Patlow
I was there
She was a wreck
Kirk
You were there ? Outside the bar in Allentown when ~Y~ broke her neck ?
Wait a minute , who are you ?
Patlow
I'm the day after tomorrow
And I live in sorrow
Why are you so shallow
If we had the chance
We threw it away
Kirk
Okay , so you weren't really there but you're right
it doesn't matter.
Of all the things that are shallow about me , please prey
it is my grave that tops the heap.
Kirk
Slate ,is that you ?
No way , but I love you man.
Patlow
(I'm at a loss for words. For once.)
Provenance
QUOTE(Kirk @ May 30 2009, 08:34 PM) *

I always liked ~Y~ , she should have lied with Prov ,
a little piece of raw fish would never have been missed.

True dat.
Patlow
Eat fat
My sin
Begin
Fake
Friend
Fake
Son
Fake
Marriage
Fake
Sleep
Fake
Eat
Fake
Fun
Fake
The only
One
Fake
Patlow
I'm sorry about that last one. That was the result of the mess that was myself. Ouch… I appreciate the polite non-response. Cheers! I promise the next one will be better.

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Absomphe
I'm sure JMFake would appreciate that last one, even if the rest of us didn't. harhar.gif
Patlow
Thanks Abs…

Here's another one…

You and us think of ourselves as glamorous
But glamour isn't what it used to be
Cos it used to be you and me
Living without a fuss
Our memories
We fade into dust
And hurricanes inspire rust
Rust is red
And I wish you were dead
I'm giving you constant attitude
You're giving me constant confidence
Beyond the depths of the sea
To see that you and me
Belong to another world
To another woman, another man
Maybe another girl, another guy
You wouldn't understand
Nor would they put up with us
Or half our shit,
Or even pretend to get into it
So I say, "Hurray!"
Let's celebrate the day we go away
All we have to say that we were wrong
No matter how long this poem goes on
Repeat the legend of our best
And keep it close to vest
And forgive us all the rest
Patlow
Let’s do something with our lives
Instead of nothing by ourselves
Patlow
(My drinking club's theme)

Pass me the bottle!
And keep it coming all night long!
Pass me the bottle!
It feels so right, it can't be wrong!
Pass me the bottle!
Then pass it again!
Pass me the bottle!
My dearest, darkest, oldest, truest, kindest, richest friend!!!

Patlow
(To the tune of "Roll Out The Barrel")
Patlow
My best friend went to rehab tonight…

Holding on to nothing forever never meant a thing Sometimes dangerous might have consequences Forgetting is easy for those who play the director Forgiving is harder for the collector There is no soul in soldier so just remember How you once loved your family But your heart had two sides And we can’t wait around to cry anymore I can't see it now Can you see it now
Patlow
Blues
Useless
Abuses

Satan
Flaccid
Bad news

Absinthe
Grown up
Blow jobs

Horses
Maybe
Slavery

Heaven
Surveillance
Girlfriend

Gayish
Big-business
History

Hotels
Meth-mouth
Children
Patlow
Aristotle said:

Pfff….
Patlow
I Found you lying in a pool of slut
Backstabbed, rehabbed, mouthful of smut

Steamboat ferry faggots post pre-renaissance scenes
Playing out Hawking-radiation post event horizons' dreams

Incandescent black-tip sharks cause bloody murder comedy
And beyond kissing us is Green Peace rust Japanese sin industry






Kirk
Bravo, no wonder you're pissed.
R3al Caravano
Be Drunk

You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it—it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.

But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.

And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: "It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish."
R3al Caravano
It's been a mystery and still they try to see
Why somethin' good can hurt so bad
Caught on a one-way street, the taste of bittersweet
Love will survive somehow, some way

One love feeds the fire
One heart burns desire
I wonder, who's cryin' now
Two hearts born to run
Who'll be the lonely one
I wonder, who's cryin' now

So many stormy nights, so many wrongs or rights
Neither could change their headstrong ways
And in a lover's rage, they tore another page
The fightin' is worth the love they save…

Only so many tears you can cry
'Til the heartache is over
And now you can say your love
Will never die
Deluge

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Patlow
Hate is the blanket
I woke up in yesterday
And then I faked it (again)
I slept in to forgive you
But in my nightmares I missed you
I flew against time to imagine a crime
Where we could all just agree
That I’m a much better you
Than you will ever be with me


G&C
Nice!
Here's mine.

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
I'm drinking Voyager
How about you?
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