Sa Sa Ra
Sa Sa Ra
Oct 17, 2012

No matter the charge
Having your Miranda Rights
Read on the Gallows

vincent mccarty
vincent mccarty
May 11, 2013

(we are sick)ened
by difference

(we are all) horrified
by (equal)ity

(we) are (hate)ful
to people
who remind us
of (ourselves)

because (we are scared)
that they will
change our minds
and
prove us wrong

we don’t want the weak
to know that
(we are vulnerable)
and they are the ones
who are strong.

-vm
11.05.2013

Zach Spud Carter
Zach Spud Carter
Apr 6, 2013      Apr 9, 2013

And can you believe,
The horrible glee
With which his lips licked.
Dreaming-- carcass picked,

Reveling wholly.
Dismissing Holy
Enlightened beings,
Sinking in Needing.

Black black smack, alack!
I'm a crack-gack hack!
Or, mayhaps, I'm not?
Or, perhaps, just caught,

In nauseous verde waves
Of fanciful raves--
Rants all entertained--
I say makes me drained.

Baudelaire's half-baked,
Chatterton-- cracked
Morally, sorely
Standing half-poorly

But standing up still,
Avoiding the thrill
Of desert mirage,
It's poison barrage!

The Futility of Persecution
Harold Rizla

The Futility of Persecution


As you approach me
both guns drawn
Bullets full of hate and bile
I stand here naked
hands beside me
Armed with just
my inner smile

As you seek
to breech the sanctum
Leaving carnage
and calamity
I sit here safe behind
the glass that shields
my newfound equinamity

I never built these walls
you built them
with your twisted
bitter hand
It was you not I
that sought to cross
the line within the sand

As your projectiles
tear my body
Leaving gaping wounds behind
I stand here smiling
in the sunshine that's
the fortress of
my mind...


©HaroldRizla

spread my rips apart
like a treasure chest
circumsize my heart
and with water bless'd
baptize me to hell
{ never a heaven to sell }

"heretic!" (2/3)

We build the best prisons for ourselves,
Knowing the truth, is a form of escape,
Until we see, our incarceration changed,
Still, knowing is the universal key,
The sure way to unlocking those doors.

We need to scale the walls of emotion,
Tunnel through our lack of self-belief,
Ignore mocking ignorance of others,
Who would trap us behind bars,
Willingly dump on us, on realising,
Our future looks better than theirs,
So sad, our persecutors, so very sad.

Remember, you can break out, yes,
Taste freedom, if you only try, yes,
Just be the best you can be, and rise,
Soar, be alive, and never, ever forget,
We build the best prisons for ourselves.

Inspired by the poem 'I'm my own prisoner' by Louise.

The cops took my weed!
Beautiful living creatures
Extinguished by extraction

This message made possible by
The bible-thumpers passion

A simple farmer, simple life
He's caused no one pain or strife
The victim absent, non-existent?
It matters not, just throw him in prison!

I've been qualified for persecution
Alexis Nicole Glover

Ribs of lions
Tempted and taunted
The sound of a thousand laughs echo
They cheer for my death
Having killed my brothers and sisters
In this very arena
Even before my time
Spit flies from they're tongues
Insulting my faith
I stand in the flames
Of the Colosseum
I've been qualified for persecution
This curse verified from second birth
It's irrelevant anyway
Glory of the ultimate Gladiator before
Insures my victory
If I die
Another will share the kill with my tombstone


-A.G

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in the persecution of the light foot
Christos Andreas Kourtis

They were the last tribe on this Island paradise
for outsiders had claimed their lands
they had forced the indigenous peoples
to take on their Gods that they did not understand

They had decimated their crops
destroyed most of their wildlife
and now the greedy strangers
now turned their eyes on the last tribe

They hunted them day and night
for by their religion it was right
man woman and childs life's took
in the persecution of the light foot

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

 
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