The Disturbed Poets Corner
Poets Do It Better
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Poetry&Prose In awe of Voltaire (stretching my boundaries) Well, I say to all, I temper my verve to be smutty lest I end up in a sausage butty, Poetry and Prose, can I flash my hose? then call it art! I suppose? Prissy Missy behind closed doors aching, to join the whores! Surreptitious Simon says, looking at mine, "can I rub it to make it shine" ! Mundane world, makes us sublime judging others, in time turns cacophony decline, Mind of mud? pounding of hips? pumping blood! aesthetic, sexual tricks if I fart is that art? Anyone out there wanna be my tart? have fun under the blanket suck darling you have my heart! My mind is open as my heart, to differentiate is to placate, my vision not to hate! but in life, live, surfeit. Copyright ©2008 Linius Authors Comments: I`m in that Voltaire mood, has he inhabited my soul? were both born 21 Nov ? both left school at 17 he died age 83 So I got 18 years to "rip up the rug" Always the voice of reason and critic of religious intolerance and persecution. "Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities" Voltaire 1694-1778
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My writing is an ambiguity of prose for the reader to sample.. diversity of language utilizing humour, erotic thought and philosophical foolery. there is no one application to genre, albeit an antecedent guiding and shaping to give context from the life learnings of the author.
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This is writings of a man well travelled, a child born at the end of WW2 his playing grounds derelict war damaged buildings to inspire simple gameplay with influences of Dan Dare, Dick Barton Special Agent and Steam Engines in Didcot Railway Junction.... to enthuse scenario` When a" 6er" was an amazing marble not an average appendage. humour was hard sought and well thought before applying... Finding that understanding your own limitations is a way forward in dealing with others expectations..... For philosophy of life I quote: Have a heart that never hardens, a temper that never tires, a touch that never hurts. Charles Dickens.