Nicholas Neato

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Nicholas Neato Poems

81. Stealing Coins From A Church Fountain 6/16/2009
82. Pens Down, Times Up (Start Talking) 6/16/2009
83. Act Five: A Dying Breed 6/18/2009
84. One Hundred With A Bullet 6/18/2009
85. Act Six: You Could Be This Blessed 6/18/2009
86. Devolution Solution 6/18/2009
87. Much More Then You Can Take 6/20/2009
88. Angel Of Hope 6/20/2009
89. Crucify Me; On The Edge Of Demonstration 6/20/2009
90. This Is Lacking Proper Inspiration 6/20/2009
91. I'M Not Sure How I'M Still Doing This 6/20/2009
92. 'Neato, Neat'O. This Is Your Masterpiece' 6/20/2009
93. We Would Be A Good Team 6/20/2009
94. For Being So Different, We'Re The Same 6/20/2009
95. Act Seven: A Divine Intermission 6/21/2009
96. Letter To A Stranger (With Love) 6/22/2009
97. Telling Me It's Them, Thinking It's Me 6/23/2009
98. Watching You Burn 6/23/2009
99. Act Eight: You Wouldn'T Want To Miss This 6/27/2009
100. More Shameless Self Promotion From The Nose Bleed Section 6/27/2009
101. Instrumentality: Part One 6/27/2009
102. Leading You On (To Better Things) 6/27/2009
103. Striving To Be Number One 7/2/2009
104. Trip On Me 7/2/2009
105. Make Me Famous 7/2/2009
106. I'M Just Looking For The One 7/2/2009
107. To Good For Your Own Good 7/2/2009
108. I'M So Sorry, I Have Bad News 7/2/2009
109. And So I Did 7/2/2009
110. Red Bras And Tall City Places 7/2/2009
111. Oh No, Not Again 7/2/2009
112. Saying Sorry Again And Again 7/2/2009
113. Hello There, Ms. Uninspired 7/2/2009
114. The Truth For What It Is 7/2/2009
115. God, I'M Starving 7/2/2009
116. My Medicine 7/2/2009
117. The Lion Licks His Wounds 7/2/2009
118. Act Nine: The Light From Heaven 7/2/2009
119. Act Two: Leaving Whats Left 6/7/2009
120. Act Four; Part Two: What Angels Die For 6/13/2009

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Metaphore, Metaphore, Even The Score

This body, it's been used
It's broken and abused
The shell of a boy
Telling tells of a lonely youth
Fractured skeletons
Draped in blankets of truth

Looked in my eyes
(She Lied)
Holding it all in
(I tried)
Lost our direction
(We died)

These microscope eyes
Penetrates the snow
For the lies in our lives
Crossing, that lines been disguised
When the brain spoke it's metaphors
Your the tide that took the time

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Petrificada

We watch the bridges
As they all turn to ash
While being baptized in the river
By the hand that begs for cash

Now I'm failing to see
The better part of this

You might break my customs

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