Ron Farmer Poems
|1.||This Is A Story, Of Storys I Like.||1/2/2008|
|3.||Like A Party Drug.||1/8/2008|
|4.||That Type Of Day||1/10/2008|
|5.||At Last I Sleep.||4/19/2008|
|6.||One Dark Night In The Mist Of A Fright.||4/20/2008|
|8.||The Blood So Sweet,||4/26/2008|
|9.||What If Time Would Never End||4/28/2008|
|10.||This Is A Story One Cold Hallowseve||7/4/2008|
|13.||The Unquestionable Truth||10/4/2008|
|15.||The Trickster, Of Tricks||11/20/2008|
|18.||Plesure In Pain.||12/31/2007|
|19.||And This Is A Message To Kids From My Time||12/31/2007|
|20.||A Drinking Poem||12/31/2007|
|21.||Devils Play Ground||12/31/2007|
|24.||People Are Strange.||1/1/2008|
|25.||Love To Hate||12/31/2007|
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Love To Hate
Love to hate.
Hate to love. But most of all.
Love is like a glove. That doesn't fit.
Love is murder and the feeling you get.
Love is a game cuz its so innocent.
Then you realize its over and she just doesn't give a shit.
Love is like a tight rope one wrong step and you fall.
Worst of all, love is like good day, pretty soon its gone.
Now don't think i'm just bad guy.
I just hate lies, and love isn't one I like to try
So next time you see me don't talk to me,
walk away before you find these sucidal tendencys that tend to be ...
Plesure In Pain.
if its true a man of our time, is a man like me, then he has a mind
of a deaf man, blind..
Pleasure is pain it is one in the same and I have a game,
to delet a mans name.
What we have here is a tale of a man and his madness.
A tale like a fox alone with a rabbit.