Michael Gale Poems

My cowlasaurus just ain't givin' up the ole'milk-juice these days...
She's fatter n' usual. I milk and i milk er' till she's dry.This thirsty slump makes me cry.
My name's Kevin Caveman.From thirst i wish not to die.
I'll get into my catch mobile...You see that's my time machine you see.
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We're caught in a trap of suspicious minds down
at the heartbreak hotel of stuck on you.
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A long lost note...
That i wrote.

With a line...
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Darker and darker of life's emptiness.
Quickly and slowly all drains all till it's less.
Sharper and sharper and deeper it cuts.
Life is no longer a great bowl of cherries,
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As the winds of time sweep across my shores,
Wrinkles and age seep into all pores.
Hands of clocks creep faster and faster,
Accompanied by illness, a cancerous disaster.
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The teenage years are full of many a
thought, They can be deceitful like liars,
that constantly get caught! Drugs and booze
are what is desired, When in truth
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Rose thorns prick at finger's carelessness
mishandled, causing blood droplets to drip,
This in turn leaves stains of red, Pain and
discomfort, soon does follow, A pained, sorrow
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Sparrows of lucite while being lost in
flight...Resembles a star-man diffused
dully of the light-not too smart or bright.
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Getting back onto my feet, Can feel so good
and lovingly sweet! As i try to better
myself, Stubbornly trudge forward without
anyone's help! Up onto my feet i do so jump,
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The monotiny of the day...
Influences each person's adverse individuality toward's others.
The Sun commands mere mortality of men to slide down a
spiraling poled path toward's death...
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