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saint III

February 25, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i looked you in the eyes and i took your words as gospel preacher of the light the filler of void an anchor in the middle of the ocean and on this cruise, you were the voice of reason that outfit you can wear during any season- i pray to you; before thy i kneel… Continue reading saint III

Poetry · Writing

9’s

October 21, 2016 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

She stood tall above all the rest Across the ocean to prove she is the best Not in her accomplishments To most others astonishments Now everyone knows she is well-dressed  

Poetry

Gameshow

October 15, 2016October 15, 2016 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

Mark said he wants to be in a game show Got tickets for one in Tokyo We got on a plane Mark was sipping champagne Canceled and never even got a memo

Poetry

Poetry 

October 14, 2016October 14, 2016 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

Poetry is not my strong suit It is beautiful with no substitute What am I doing This is my undoing I will sit here and wait for my lawsuit

Poetry

Writing

October 10, 2016 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

Under this lamp back at this writing Outside shouting they will not stop fighting They are from the south She hit him in the mouth I am done fuck you and your skywriting

Muhammad Ali
Poetry

Muhammad Ali

October 6, 2016October 15, 2016 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

Step in the ring with the king He has you like a puppet on a string He will aim for your throat Do not blink you'll miss him float Soon to be asleep from a Ali sting   R.I.P

Wolf Boy
Poetry

Wolf Boy

October 3, 2016October 6, 2016 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

The wolf boy cried to the moon missing his mother Wang laughed what a dick brother Brother Wang get lost Wolf boy sat crisscrossed To howl at his earth mother.  

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And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.

–
William Shakespeare
(A Midsummer Night’s Dream)

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