The Inner self does come out of its closet…
by Ed Matlack
Sunday, November 21, 2010
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In its clutches...
Well, it's a job...
I know & don't know what is wrong with me...
Losted is my muse...
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Where was he hiding,
His time & rhyme biding,
Hidden from view,
Attached to nothingness,
Waiting for the right moment to find egress,
Not however finding any success,
To enjoy the act of the coalesce…
To find strength where there was none before,
As he comes out, we hear a loudly despicable roar,
We create but do not restore any kind of rapport,
Gone but not forgotten, heretofore…
© ed ~ 11/21.10
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|Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
|If the inner self escapes and farts in the woods can anybody hear it? Patrick|
|Reviewed by Tom Hyland
|SO TELL ME NOW PAL ....
ARE EWE NOT SAD - BUT GAY?
BEING HAPPY WITH RENE?
WHAT DO YEW SAY?
'CLOSET' PEOPLE ARE SOMETIMES ... 'DIFFERENT' !
PERHAP YOU NEED SOME ... PIECE? :) :) :) TK.
|Reviewed by Axilea MU
|An appealing title and an intriguing end.
|Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper
|funny picture Ed, I think we all were in a closet at one time or another, good one, cheers|
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|i like this one!|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|If you're really comin out of the closet, Bro, bring some of that stuff in there that you borrowed from me when we were kids, and never returned!|