Tits and Balls

June 26, 2010

Ode to Home

Filed under: Balls, New Orleans, Poetry — Tags: — Balls @ 7:15 pm

From my bed (that I share)

I can see the earth

And the sky

I can see Blake and Mary Ellen

And every other room in my house

I can see the neighbor’s house

(And not just through the window)

(Which is very dirty anyways, and broken)

It is the second most beautiful place I have ever lived

April 28, 2009

Love Notes by Nakas

Filed under: Poetry — Nakas @ 5:07 pm

Feb 27, 07:21am
Just wolf up.

Apr 02, 11:39pm
Wish you werent here.
Apr 03, 12:13am
I camp seei spoon

Apr 11, 02:38pm
It will bf funny gen out bala
Apr 11 02:44pm
Hai imyankt woe carleton it the blest
Apr 11 02:55pm
In so ju.oweto k.et c
Apr 11 03:02pm
Faster tubstseam
Apr 11 03:12pm
John gaglove
Apr 11 03:32pm
Ju.Actou myt.
Apr 11 03:40pm
Im done with sex. Over it.
Apr 11 04:50pm
But you foot unfeine i will win.
Apr 11 05:07pm
I was almost eatem to fath!

Apr 18 11:22pm
Gag. Im all about modesty. Especiallywith excessories. Love.

April 3, 2009

A Haiku

Filed under: Poetry — FreshKleen @ 1:55 am

Kathleen Roberts is

my second asshole and I

think she smells like shit.

August 10, 2008

Nature poetry: limericks

Filed under: Animalia, Balls, Life Lessons, Nature, Poetry — Captain J @ 9:58 pm

On the Island there is a dead tree

Each time we float ‘neath it we see

Its bones in the light

Blue herons take flight

To survey the river’s great beauty.

Damnit, Balls, I entirely forgot the 2nd one.

August 9, 2008

Clouds

Filed under: Nature, Poetry — Tags: — Nakas @ 11:48 pm

Tits and Balls, the clouds experts, can identify these:

Taken from my perch in the clouds betwixt Heaven (where I will NEVER be) and Earth from a plane (guilty as charged by Tits).

August 1, 2008

Wu Wei, Wu Bu Wei

Filed under: Poetry — Tags: , , — Nakas @ 12:20 pm

I am.
I am here.
I am here on this path.
I am here on this path that weaves.
I am here on this path that weaves into darkness and light, through time and time and time again not whole, not full, not reborn, not everything.
I am here on this path that weaves into darkness and light, through time and time and time again, not partial, not empty, not dead, not nothing.
I am here on this path that weaves.
I am here on this path.
I am here.
I am.

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