I' am poet with autism and dyslexia so psl forgive the grammar I will go back and edited at some point
I gradated from cleveland community college working on rank top 10% of community colleges.
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Louis Borgo Poems
'I need it cold' (how cold) , so cold that i can't feel my neck caps! ! ! , I need it so cold i forget this touch of a feeling. Like the tracks of a huskie sparkling of crystal, clear so clear of a mountain i need it cold! ! ! , Like hand of a shuttle, settle free, empty barrels, like the softest place on earth.... of dropp of rain on the back of the porch....
All A Dream
a song of purification rip her lips, like thunder on a mountain, that whisper oh listen... thoughts of passion,
Moon Said To The Sun
Moon said to the Sun, Have you ever heard of a rising of a; Son. Rising; like no other dynasty a sure sight to watch.
Dear Luv, I write to stop this pedals of tears, Far from falling over, Never the less this,
As the wind blows the sun is surely to come, and sweep you off you re feet, Passive as the night to carry us to our sweet,
True Dear Friend
I do not wish to become bibilical but this text require careful wording, what is a true friend with a kindom of wolfs and over sheperd by demons, wait is this ficition, eyes that hold shelter to black skull to a new up rising, birds that hymn that heal with whistles of love of crimes, that is all on film or maybe we all are guest, looking for gravity. Everyman is made different so a silly superstition would say but what would true making of a man, take pain and the up most rooting of lost land, mimic it as quick sand, we start to man and fan to tans and this here eyes are a shame to cry because who is left here to a dress man but a man.
Queen of Heaven (Message in a Bottle)
If the twelve of night was a castle of light's, this be the latern, to bless tommorow's light, Sight be the reason why you sparke this night. (till dust till dawn)
The Right Tear Of A Mountain Tear
The right; tear of a mountain tear, A portrait of a landscape years of tactile up rise, Seeing is, believing an alpinist had ties to tithes of a higher life.
Indigo Children -new-
So as Rumor has it there are this special breed of children called Indigo Children supposal there suppose To take us in the next phrase of human evaluation- Rumor has it there was suppose none born before 1990 Rumor also has it that this kids are genius in Arithmetic and Written
Flirting With Insanity
Stand By Me
Sit in the class wait for class to start it is going to be a beautiful day I have a list of question to ask the teacher since supper Oh look a substituted teacher I guess I read the dictionary in Latin The rule to remember never remember word but the word root
Girl Next Door
Question Have you ever seen a woman you like blush, now that is attractive I never reallie understand woman in till I got out of school It was this one girl that for some reason like natural selection I would just stare at
Jason That The Nickname
Splatter came to my mind, scene of blood in the paint and it wont come out, like a saint but not dearly departed, but yet the sure of a young age, made me sing,
I never want it much but manners when it was due Recalling of yesterday wind Collectively bargain as I may call it as a rapper that was honor into the hall of fame That said he hope his rap would care over into the next generation if not then his legacy
Comments about Louis Borgo
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
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(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
'I need it cold' (how cold) , so cold that i can't feel my neck caps! ! ! ,
I need it so cold i forget this touch of a feeling.
Like the tracks of a huskie sparkling of crystal, clear so clear of a mountain i need it cold! ! ! ,
Like hand of a shuttle, settle free, empty barrels, like the softest place on earth.... of dropp of rain on the back of the porch....
'Honey Im Home'
'I need it cold'
But how cold is cold...