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Apr. 11, 11

05:36 PM

Practicing this Macho Promoem is making me cry

It’s such a strain to go more than 1 minute.

And I can’t find my glasses.

And it is giving me a headache.

But it can’t be helped when you live in the Danger Zone, yeah!

HISTORY BECKONS THE MACHO MAN

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Mar. 30, 11

11:39 AM

What I’m basing my next Promoem on.

It’s going to be the best open mic of all the times.

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Nov. 12, 10

12:06 AM

The worst part is that Cole has to sit through such a shitty poem.

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Jul. 29, 10

04:13 AM

What do they steal?
Why do they steal?
Haven’t they their own?

Where?

Everywhere some child or innocent one has left them unprotected
Not of ignorance or shallow thinking
They aren’t hidden due to love
Hope and a sincere belief in all men
There would be no need to bury them in dark, cold holes
Where no life could possibly spring from their loved thoughts
Wouldn’t ever feel a need to lock them away either

What does a thief gain?

Unfortunately even the most ignorant,
vile and irresponsible idiot can gain from dreamers

How?

By aligning or shadowing those innocent, child-like, free and naive
that have proved to be gifted in any area
Stealth-like and patiently they wait for an idea
or gift they have no right to claim
Consuming and copying whatever has been offered up by those still free enough
inside to dream

When?

Every moment, every second day in and day out
throughout mankind it will never end for those selected few who have been chosen
or bestowed the honor

It is a fantastic and horrid breath that utters hope
that this love should be shared
Not raped or stolen?

My wish is not to punish the thieves
But simply be given a chance to dream or not

When I die, I feel it won’t be from an others sword
But by the unstoppable heartbeat of dreams

My own?

"
"Thieves of Dreams" by Jake Roberts
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Apr. 15, 10

02:30 PM

Here is what I promised.  Hope you like it, I tried not to force it.
The King: A Poem
————————————————————————
Oh Hunter,
Dear Conan, you truly are a barbarian.
You have conquered the WWE,
Your gimmick of an egalitarian,
And also Stephanie.
About a dozen times,
You have consummated with your second wife
I do not mean Chyna
I mean the true love of your life.
Despite breaking kayfabe laws,
You maintain Nature Boy philosophy
And she doesn’t say you have lobster claws,
In her two dollar autobiography
Whether she’s big and gold,
Whether she has wings or a spin,
You’ll caress her until you’re old
You’ll find a way to win
Why dost thou tear?
Whose fault is thine?
Ultimately, it is yours to bear,
And not that of the fine Christopher Irvine.
A king of kings that rose to powers,
Putting a dinky ring on the princess of Titan Towers!
Ah, but you are a blueblood
A pure bred
Can’t have any mud blood talent hanging over your head
Except Williams of course
And Johnson, they drew more of course,
Of course, but you won more wives of course,
And of course, you’ll go down as the source of course,
You were displaying attitude too of course,
Of course Shawn did too, but now with remorse of course,
But not you, not The Game.
No remorse for the Bookers of T’s, the RV of D’s,
Yee buried all thee, with the help of a hammer,
or one of the deaconry,
or a legend killer,
or even the man of ancient history.
Of course, it didn’t matter,
You’d commit the deed to outpace Naitch
Take your booty, walk into RAW
And King would say “There’s The Game, Triple H!”

Here is what I promised.  Hope you like it, I tried not to force it.

The King: A Poem

————————————————————————

Oh Hunter,

Dear Conan, you truly are a barbarian.

You have conquered the WWE,

Your gimmick of an egalitarian,

And also Stephanie.

About a dozen times,

You have consummated with your second wife

I do not mean Chyna

I mean the true love of your life.

Despite breaking kayfabe laws,

You maintain Nature Boy philosophy

And she doesn’t say you have lobster claws,

In her two dollar autobiography

Whether she’s big and gold,

Whether she has wings or a spin,

You’ll caress her until you’re old

You’ll find a way to win

Why dost thou tear?

Whose fault is thine?

Ultimately, it is yours to bear,

And not that of the fine Christopher Irvine.

A king of kings that rose to powers,

Putting a dinky ring on the princess of Titan Towers!

Ah, but you are a blueblood

A pure bred

Can’t have any mud blood talent hanging over your head

Except Williams of course

And Johnson, they drew more of course,

Of course, but you won more wives of course,

And of course, you’ll go down as the source of course,

You were displaying attitude too of course,

Of course Shawn did too, but now with remorse of course,

But not you, not The Game.

No remorse for the Bookers of T’s, the RV of D’s,

Yee buried all thee, with the help of a hammer,

or one of the deaconry,

or a legend killer,

or even the man of ancient history.

Of course, it didn’t matter,

You’d commit the deed to outpace Naitch

Take your booty, walk into RAW

And King would say “There’s The Game, Triple H!”

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Mar. 12, 10

10:17 PM

Alright guys, Follow Friday

Let’s get my content out of the way before it gets FUKKEN BURIED by forumsprings and infinite reblogs.

The cool ass blog I’m reccomending today is something I actually just found this week, and the rest of you probably saw it in one of the Staff posts.  I am here to say it is actually good.  It is a relatively new blog that features pictures with hiakus based on Godzilla, which is incredibly awesome.

It is here: http://godzillahaiku.tumblr.com/

I’d love to repost them all, because I love the big lizard, but I’ll just do this instead.  Check it out, it’s some off beat, quality left field stuff.

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