somewhere on the other side of time

[yamuin]

[HE LIVES BEHIND BARS AND HAS NEVER HEARD A WORD FROM YOU
COMMON JAILBIRD YOURSELF
MAN OF THE HOUR TO HIM
HE LOOKED UP TO YOU AS YOU KICKED THE SHIT OUT OF HIM
BLEEDING, YOU LEFT HIM ON THE STREETcolor=indigo][/color]I WAS SO BLINDLY IN LOVE WITH THE HOLES IN YOUR ARMS,
FAST CLIPS TO HIS CHIN, SLAPS IN THE FACE
YOU THE BLUE BLOODED POET
STILL HIGH ON THE RIGHTEOUS HOG
YOU BREATHE AND HE HAS NEVER HEARD A WORD FROM YOU
KARL CHAMBERLAIN #999241
Polunsky Unit Death Row
3872 FM 350 South
Livingston, Texas 77351
Poet that you are
celebrated poet, send him a poem before he dies
do you care enough, do you care at all?
Merry christmas and Happy New Year to his mother
#2 on the death list in Texas' death chamber.
Carry a bit of my soul and let it
hit you in your third eye
yoga by the pool
teaching a young boy how to swim
He looked up to you
you left him in a pool of blood
after you kicked the shit out of him
'cuz you couldn't find your fix for the day
Broad daylight dims tonight
I GET TO TUCK IN YOUR GRANDE CHILDREN
YOU HAVE NEVER MET THEM
oH wELL, WE'RE ALL BITTER LITTLE BASTARDS
and you so like to be cream of the crop
don't let these words affect you in the least
it's all just coming from somewhere
on the other side of time

[yamuin]

[HE LIVES BEHIND BARS AND HAS NEVER HEARD A WORD FROM YOU
COMMON JAILBIRD YOURSELF
MAN OF THE HOUR TO HIM
HE LOOKED UP TO YOU AS YOU KICKED THE SHIT OUT OF HIM
BLEEDING, YOU LEFT HIM ON THE STREETcolor=indigo][/color]I WAS SO BLINDLY IN LOVE WITH THE HOLES IN YOUR ARMS,
FAST CLIPS TO HIS CHIN, SLAPS IN THE FACE
YOU THE BLUE BLOODED POET
STILL HIGH ON THE RIGHTEOUS HOG
YOU BREATHE AND HE HAS NEVER HEARD A WORD FROM YOU
KARL CHAMBERLAIN #999241
Polunsky Unit Death Row
3872 FM 350 South
Livingston, Texas 77351
Poet that you are
celebrated poet, send him a poem before he dies
do you care enough, do you care at all?
Merry christmas and Happy New Year to his mother
#2 on the death list in Texas' death chamber.
Carry a bit of my soul and let it
hit you in your third eye
yoga by the pool
teaching a young boy how to swim
He looked up to you
you left him in a pool of blood
after you kicked the shit out of him
'cuz you couldn't find your fix for the day
Broad daylight dims tonight
I GET TO TUCK IN YOUR GRANDE CHILDREN
YOU HAVE NEVER MET THEM
oH wELL, WE'RE ALL BITTER LITTLE BASTARDS
and you so like to be cream of the crop
don't let these words affect you in the least
it's all just coming from somewhere
on the other side of time

[yamuin]

[HE LIVES BEHIND BARS AND HAS NEVER HEARD A WORD FROM YOU
COMMON JAILBIRD YOURSELF
MAN OF THE HOUR TO HIM
HE LOOKED UP TO YOU AS YOU KICKED THE SHIT OUT OF HIM
BLEEDING, YOU LEFT HIM ON THE STREETcolor=indigo][/color]I WAS SO BLINDLY IN LOVE WITH THE HOLES IN YOUR ARMS,
FAST CLIPS TO HIS CHIN, SLAPS IN THE FACE
YOU THE BLUE BLOODED POET
STILL HIGH ON THE RIGHTEOUS HOG
YOU BREATHE AND HE HAS NEVER HEARD A WORD FROM YOU
KARL CHAMBERLAIN #999241
Polunsky Unit Death Row
3872 FM 350 South
Livingston, Texas 77351
Poet that you are
celebrated poet, send him a poem before he dies
do you care enough, do you care at all?
Merry christmas and Happy New Year to his mother
#2 on the death list in Texas' death chamber.
Carry a bit of my soul and let it
hit you in your third eye
yoga by the pool
teaching a young boy how to swim
He looked up to you
you left him in a pool of blood
after you kicked the shit out of him
'cuz you couldn't find your fix for the day
Broad daylight dims tonight
I GET TO TUCK IN YOUR GRANDE CHILDREN
YOU HAVE NEVER MET THEM
oH wELL, WE'RE ALL BITTER LITTLE BASTARDS
and you so like to be cream of the crop
don't let these words affect you in the least
it's all just coming from somewhere
on the other side of time

[mnaz]

Wept.

Jesus wept.

Jaeey-zuss wept...

(he used to do that).

[Doreen Peri]

I am sooooo sorry, y.
This poem made me weep.

[HE LIVES BEHIND BARS AND HAS NEVER HEARD A WORD FROM YOU
COMMON JAILBIRD YOURSELF
MAN OF THE HOUR TO HIM
HE LOOKED UP TO YOU AS YOU KICKED THE SHIT OUT OF HIM
BLEEDING, YOU LEFT HIM ON THE STREETcolor=indigo][/color]I WAS SO BLINDLY IN LOVE WITH THE HOLES IN YOUR ARMS,
FAST CLIPS TO HIS CHIN, SLAPS IN THE FACE
YOU THE BLUE BLOODED POET
STILL HIGH ON THE RIGHTEOUS HOG
YOU BREATHE AND HE HAS NEVER HEARD A WORD FROM YOU
KARL CHAMBERLAIN #999241
Polunsky Unit Death Row
3872 FM 350 South
Livingston, Texas 77351
Poet that you are
celebrated poet, send him a poem before he dies
do you care enough, do you care at all?
Merry christmas and Happy New Year to his mother
#2 on the death list in Texas' death chamber.
Carry a bit of my soul and let it
hit you in your third eye
yoga by the pool
teaching a young boy how to swim
He looked up to you
you left him in a pool of blood
after you kicked the shit out of him
'cuz you couldn't find your fix for the day
Broad daylight dims tonight
I GET TO TUCK IN YOUR GRANDE CHILDREN
YOU HAVE NEVER MET THEM
oH wELL, WE'RE ALL BITTER LITTLE BASTARDS
and you so like to be cream of the crop
don't let these words affect you in the least
it's all just coming from somewhere
on the other side of time

[Lightning Rod]

these posts should be moved to Creative Writing

[Doreen Peri]

OK. Good idea. I'll see if I can split them.

[Arcadia]

welcome, yamuin!!!

[Jenni Mansfield Peal]

Wow. I do not have a more adequate response.
JMP

[hester_prynne]

other side of time,
yeah buddy,
I can spare a dime,
or would that be a crime,
would you make me do time,
in that head of yours, sublime,
a wasteland
full of rhyme,
where all of us,
other side or not,
are doin time......

nice pohm.
all three times....
H