What You See Aint Really Me

By twomany - About Me - E-mail this page - Add to My Favorites - Add to Blog List - See other blogs in Poetry

Sunday, September 2, 2007

To my new blogit friend Decshak,especially for you

On this site there seems to be so much talent running free poets that love poets that hate poets so humble who truly are great tellers of tales about tempting fate tellers of stories to which all can relate taking the time so that we can read and spring forth an inspirational seed many a time from... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by twomany at 6:04 AM | add or view comments (2) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

workcomp nightmare

I go to work everyday I do a good job always earning my pay very physical, dangerous too get paid quite well I like my job I really do then one day while doing my job suddenly,racked with pain my body did throb as dust settled people scrambled about don’t think they heard me trying to shout I’m... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by twomany at 1:23 AM | add or view comments (1) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

Friday, August 31, 2007

L.A. go home

there goes mr. hoppy toad hopping down the river road his mind is empty without a care bugs to munch on every where then on that fateful, toad filled day change had come and it was here to stay so many toads where there was once one mr.hoppy toad thought, hey this could be fun but all these toads... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by twomany at 2:28 AM | add or view comments (0) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

Saturday, August 25, 2007

where on earth , what the fuck, i'll search until i'm blind

standing there for all to see hiding from no one here i am you found me no longer on the run not even close to knowing why i let you catch a peek cuz off i go on my search for all the things i seek will i find 'em, i dont know but i gotta' look do i even fucking know what i try to find where on... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by twomany at 11:06 PM | add or view comments (2) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

Friday, August 24, 2007

off in the distant horizon

off in the distance horizons stop and start so does the search to find a kind and loving heart such a lofty goal to find a heart, to share your mind and yes to bare your soul wont true love just come along complete and make me whole seems every time you thought it had you always paid a toll... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by twomany at 12:25 AM | add or view comments (7) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

Sunday, August 19, 2007

somedays just really suck.

Somedays just really suck no matter how hard you try ya' just get stuck scream what the fuck breakdown and start to cry ©S.M.Bruno Sign in to see full entry.

posted by twomany at 11:22 PM | add or view comments (1) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

Saturday, August 18, 2007

Morning air

The silence of the sunrise, then the chirping of the birds a sound so clean and beautiful so untouched by words being so alive like the crisp morning air i start another day without a single care embracing all the wonderment I encounter on my way so fantastic and so happy to start another day... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by twomany at 12:50 PM | add or view comments (3) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Round 'em Up , move 'em out , (Buck McCoy continued)

Mountain lions been run off one took a bit of lead Buck looked around, satisfied, cowboys git to bed hotel bed with fancy linens the bedroll sure is not no dance hall girls, whiskey jugs bathwater that is hot ain't much on soft or easy livin, when ridin' herd with Buck the work is plenty, the pay is... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by twomany at 11:56 PM | add or view comments (1) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Buck McCoy

Buck McCoy was well known up and down the trail rocky buttes, desert flats and a spring that bore his name riding hard and punchin' cow's its how he earned the fame Buck McCoy had rode this trail it seemed a thousand times or more leather hands a rugged face a cowpoke thats for sure a thousand head,... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by twomany at 4:28 PM | add or view comments (3) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Does the noise in my head bother you?(the crap in my brain)

the crap in my brain its in there alright hell it comes flowing out all day and all night cant understand why it does this, so happily spewing, like a much needed piss oh the relief, from taking a leak I derive the same pleasure from speaking crapspeak twisted and dirty, yep and so full of shit not... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by twomany at 11:40 PM | add or view comments (5) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

About this Blog

this blog will take you into the darker sides of my poetic energy.You will read things that will make you think I am very twisted or even insane and willing to commit acts of violence beyond your comprehension.Or just some lewd poetry or very opioniated poetry.Thus the title.What you see aint really me.But then again you never know ya' know.

Recent Entries
People
Blogs

Headlines (What is this?)