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alisar-el-farmaoui
Chicago
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Black- soil-stained hands, Weaklings at my feet, Today we thin beets So the others grow strong. The beet is my spirit animal In food form, but Not the weak kind- I am the strong one that is good enough to eat. The beet is discrete The beet is a vicious vegetable The beet is humble, ***** Beneath most humane things The beet is ugly, absurdly Colored. I often wonder how it could be natural But the I remember Hell is natural too. I dream of beets They are at dusk and dawn In the desert monsoons, In menstrual cycles, In the blood of my enemies I want to slaughter, Then taste. When I roast and handle my beets, they are the blood on my hands I can't rinse off The black soil remains under my nails indefinitely When I’ve forgotten about the beet, The beet has not forgotten nor forgiven me I **** and **** and spit red The beet never leaves me Beet, please, never leave me.
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Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 10:45 PM UTC
alisar-el-farmaoui
Lucifer's Favored Fruit
Black- soil-stained hands, Weaklings at my feet, Today we thin beets So the others grow strong. The beet is my spirit animal In food form, but Not the weak kind- I am the strong one that is good enough to eat. The beet is discrete The beet is a vicious vegetable The beet is humble, ***** Beneath most humane things The beet is ugly, absurdly Colored. I often wonder how it could be natural But the I remember Hell is natural too. I dream of beets They are at dusk and dawn In the desert monsoons, In menstrual cycles, In the blood of my enemies I want to slaughter, Then taste. When I roast and handle my beets, they are the blood on my hands I can't rinse off The black soil remains under my nails indefinitely When I’ve forgotten about the beet, The beet has not forgotten nor forgiven me I **** and **** and spit red The beet never leaves me Beet, please, never leave me.
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My intention is to tell of bodies vanished Or mutated; the "others" who made the mutations, Will help me-or so I hope so-with a poem That ceases with the world's ending, Back to civilized days. The Destruction Before the deaths occurred, or vanishings, or mutations, Civilization was, different, a diverse, organized, so called, All intelligent and of moderate matter. Everything had its Place, no creature nor object lay in contradictory conflict. There was electricity to light dark rooms; clocks to keep Track of time. The universe, worked well in harmony. There was land and air and ocean. Land for every creature to live on, and water For fish to swim in, air for all the living to breathe, Societies didn’t fight, a world finally repaired. Forever at peace: within this utopia. The gazelle lay beside the lion; the youth respected the elderly, The strong and rich provided for the weak and poor. A beings' lowest emotion was simple satisfaction. Till "The Others" or alien nature, Settled on earth and spread out. They took children from their mothers, warriors from their Towns, and eyeballs from their sockets. From another planet they brought terrorization. Beings so evolved, and out of the blatant blue, Found humans and bound them to trees and poles. Some forced fire down mortals' throats, and flesh, Some leaped in air, claiming their human slaves in the Highest planet. Some hid their humans below the earth, their last wish Ungranted, grasping for life, gasping for air. Some did indescribable, grosser torments, with water as a weapon, Lowest of all, some mutilated babies, tormented women, and Ate their limbs for breakfast. Whoever their god was, he demanded chaos, First there was disorder on this earth, and then came Their divisions, laws and uniformities. In the end, there was no hope. On every riverside blood discolored the waters, Alien vegetation spread and rose under their new sun, Surrounding our homes; alien pawns and their diseases. Banks and stores where rummaged through and destroyed, Sea monsters were fed fresh earthlings, Women were made their ****** and experienced excruciating pains, Spread apart from their families and friends. We assembled prisons and torture chambers for our kind, We were their precious jewels, and earth was their vault. Our world was divided into three zones, The north and held prisons and torture chambers, The south now a feed ground of the growing aliens population And in the center, a paradise with perfect seasons and organization. The other zones held contaminated air that darkened The earth, grease floating atop of waters, And chemicals that instigated fires and explosions. Towers and buildings were torn and disassembled, And fear struck each soul every time The Destructor called orders of General ********** We fought and argued with them but nothing good Came of it for us, the aliens continued To tear our universe apart.      These boundaries taken away, The stars went dim, The hazardous mist covered their sparkle, Fish were depressed of their water, Beasts from their land, birds from the air. But something else was decided, By a man capable of thinking logically, A man born to a civilized earth and to the middle class, And now, recently and forever separated From security, love and even his God- Such destruction made with unknown forces, Turned humans back to clay and running water. All animals slowly expired; one man, Alone and crazy, rose his face to his lost heaven. "This is the end", he knew.
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Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 1:08 AM UTC
alisar-el-farmaoui
The Destruction
My intention is to tell of bodies vanished Or mutated; the "others" who made the mutations, Will help me-or so I hope so-with a poem That ceases with the world's ending, Back to civilized days. The Destruction Before the deaths occurred, or vanishings, or mutations, Civilization was, different, a diverse, organized, so called, All intelligent and of moderate matter. Everything had its Place, no creature nor object lay in contradictory conflict. There was electricity to light dark rooms; clocks to keep Track of time. The universe, worked well in harmony. There was land and air and ocean. Land for every creature to live on, and water For fish to swim in, air for all the living to breathe, Societies didn’t fight, a world finally repaired. Forever at peace: within this utopia. The gazelle lay beside the lion; the youth respected the elderly, The strong and rich provided for the weak and poor. A beings' lowest emotion was simple satisfaction. Till "The Others" or alien nature, Settled on earth and spread out. They took children from their mothers, warriors from their Towns, and eyeballs from their sockets. From another planet they brought terrorization. Beings so evolved, and out of the blatant blue, Found humans and bound them to trees and poles. Some forced fire down mortals' throats, and flesh, Some leaped in air, claiming their human slaves in the Highest planet. Some hid their humans below the earth, their last wish Ungranted, grasping for life, gasping for air. Some did indescribable, grosser torments, with water as a weapon, Lowest of all, some mutilated babies, tormented women, and Ate their limbs for breakfast. Whoever their god was, he demanded chaos, First there was disorder on this earth, and then came Their divisions, laws and uniformities. In the end, there was no hope. On every riverside blood discolored the waters, Alien vegetation spread and rose under their new sun, Surrounding our homes; alien pawns and their diseases. Banks and stores where rummaged through and destroyed, Sea monsters were fed fresh earthlings, Women were made their ****** and experienced excruciating pains, Spread apart from their families and friends. We assembled prisons and torture chambers for our kind, We were their precious jewels, and earth was their vault. Our world was divided into three zones, The north and held prisons and torture chambers, The south now a feed ground of the growing aliens population And in the center, a paradise with perfect seasons and organization. The other zones held contaminated air that darkened The earth, grease floating atop of waters, And chemicals that instigated fires and explosions. Towers and buildings were torn and disassembled, And fear struck each soul every time The Destructor called orders of General ********** We fought and argued with them but nothing good Came of it for us, the aliens continued To tear our universe apart.      These boundaries taken away, The stars went dim, The hazardous mist covered their sparkle, Fish were depressed of their water, Beasts from their land, birds from the air. But something else was decided, By a man capable of thinking logically, A man born to a civilized earth and to the middle class, And now, recently and forever separated From security, love and even his God- Such destruction made with unknown forces, Turned humans back to clay and running water. All animals slowly expired; one man, Alone and crazy, rose his face to his lost heaven. "This is the end", he knew.
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