Barlot ...


Barlot ... Poems

1. My Teabag 1/4/2007
2. Emotional English 1/4/2007
3. Bitter Farewells 1/4/2007
4. Sweet Nothing 1/4/2007
5. Peace Like This Can'T Be Defined 1/4/2007
6. Child's Play 1/4/2007
7. Some Day The Party Ends 1/4/2007
8. Windblown Lies 1/4/2007
9. Lay Off The Acid (Freestyling) 1/6/2007
10. An Everyday Effect 1/9/2007
11. I Got This 1/24/2007
12. I'M Down With Eed 2/6/2007
13. Good Clean Threats 2/6/2007
14. Possible, Conceivable 2/17/2007
15. Sonnet #1 3/6/2007
16. Sonnet #2 3/6/2007
17. Sonnet #3 3/6/2007
18. This Poem Was Never Written 3/6/2007
19. Four-Twenty 1/3/2007
20. Laqueisha 1/3/2007
21. Speaking Of Captivity 1/3/2007
22. Prison Of The Southern Baptist (Love Note Home) 1/3/2007
23. Suicide Note (Anything But Twenty Volume) 1/3/2007
24. Wal*mart (Rip Free Trade) 1/3/2007
25. A New Kind Of Aa 1/3/2007
26. Oh Bitch, You'Re Weary! 1/3/2007
27. Classroom Is A Football Field 3/6/2007
28. Tizzy Tizzy Tizzy 3/6/2007
29. Intake Makes Creativity Free 3/6/2007
30. Food Not Bombs 3/6/2007
31. Welcome To Webster's 4/12/2007
32. Jumping The Wagon 4/12/2007
33. Mylan 4/12/2007
34. Nondenominational Domination 4/12/2007
35. Eating A Human Wearing A Wool Sweater 4/12/2007
36. Character Introduction. 4/12/2007
37. We Got This 5/7/2007
38. Peer Mediation Toleration Project 5/11/2007
39. Luncheon Of The Boating Party 5/11/2007
40. Slightly Endearing 5/16/2007
Best Poem of Barlot ...

Rabies In My Palm

Ah the moonlit melodies
And cliche connections of words
It's murder to think in such fancy ink
But never to record...
So, I sailed all seven of the seas
And rolled my pants above my knees
If you please...I believe there's a term-
Pirate...(one day I'll learn) .
For now I am just wrinkling
The twinkling stars call my number
But the slumber of sleep keeps it's grasp on me.
The medication and swollen joints weigh down
The burden of gravity is unwillingly found.
Alas! One could only guess my words 'fore now
They all wonder how my eleventh finger ...

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Laqueisha

Blinded by the glare of a dusty mirror
I try to gather my thoughts long enough to slumber
Ah! But there is so much I have left to wonder of-
So many more worries than dreams.
'Shake it off, ' I say in the prudent tone I generally use when bitching at myself
But I never seem to abide by my personal demands
The only result of such dialog appears to be a bewildered cat concerned with her owner's mental health
As she very well should be-
The cat is more stable than I...I...I...

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