anonymous4 - Hello Poetry

I'd laugh at my life If it were not my life But I hate Mockery. You can travel with me I trust your look And you sometimes Make me laugh Unselfconciously. I have been Hither and yon And seen a lot of things Blinkered and wrong While laughing woefully. I have danced among the stars Too big of steps Prancing too far But I trust your look And you make me laugh Unselfconciously. I love her like life A bright-eyed fierce wit strikes And she reminds me It costs extra for the cherry. Like God's own soda **** He amasses the vanilla Gives a little whip cream squirt And darts an inquiring look Shall I add the cherry? I love what I love And I know what I know I'll go fighting to the grave Wrestling with my own ****** soul.

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Mar 3, 2016

Mar 3, 2016 at 7:26 PM UTC

It's Extra For the Cherry

I'd laugh at my life If it were not my life But I hate Mockery. You can travel with me I trust your look And you sometimes Make me laugh Unselfconciously. I have been Hither and yon And seen a lot of things Blinkered and wrong While laughing woefully. I have danced among the stars Too big of steps Prancing too far But I trust your look And you make me laugh Unselfconciously. I love her like life A bright-eyed fierce wit strikes And she reminds me It costs extra for the cherry. Like God's own soda **** He amasses the vanilla Gives a little whip cream squirt And darts an inquiring look Shall I add the cherry? I love what I love And I know what I know I'll go fighting to the grave Wrestling with my own ****** soul.

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They call From down the hall And the mind is snagged Questing for answers The body is weak Dying Full of holes Useless to any goal The voices beckon Half-promising something It's the only direction For you and all your anger. You wander from painful noise and light Toward vague promises of something right With fists and breathing clenched Ready for any fight. But the light blossoms And they are all there Gesturing in welcome Pointing out the banquet's fare. I have my doubts I doubt everything But I have no doubt The pain is over.

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Jan 7, 2016

Jan 7, 2016 at 6:51 PM UTC

Shadow of Presence

They call From down the hall And the mind is snagged Questing for answers The body is weak Dying Full of holes Useless to any goal The voices beckon Half-promising something It's the only direction For you and all your anger. You wander from painful noise and light Toward vague promises of something right With fists and breathing clenched Ready for any fight. But the light blossoms And they are all there Gesturing in welcome Pointing out the banquet's fare. I have my doubts I doubt everything But I have no doubt The pain is over.

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That hot-blooded youth Expired at last Cold grease-fire ashes Just soot on the soul. Where are the children And where are the wives Where are the stocked-up answers For the rest of his life? Here is the bourbon Here is the wine There the eyes sparkle But the limbs have all declined. His speech is fiery His decisions forthright But where there was once a cuff to the cheek There is grasping for a cane. I respect the man I acknowledge his might It's death I despise And its sapping of rights.

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Jan 7, 2016

Jan 7, 2016 at 6:45 PM UTC

Cold Sword Quest

That hot-blooded youth Expired at last Cold grease-fire ashes Just soot on the soul. Where are the children And where are the wives Where are the stocked-up answers For the rest of his life? Here is the bourbon Here is the wine There the eyes sparkle But the limbs have all declined. His speech is fiery His decisions forthright But where there was once a cuff to the cheek There is grasping for a cane. I respect the man I acknowledge his might It's death I despise And its sapping of rights.

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Actions chased by chastity Touching confused with lust Hold your hands back now And thus shall the record show. Never confused in parables Right is right And wrong is wrong A single lesson to know life-long. Yet my demanding mistress I would never deny Except in good conscience Which is mostly.

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Jun 11, 2014

Jun 11, 2014 at 10:02 PM UTC

Pedawhatnow?

Actions chased by chastity Touching confused with lust Hold your hands back now And thus shall the record show. Never confused in parables Right is right And wrong is wrong A single lesson to know life-long. Yet my demanding mistress I would never deny Except in good conscience Which is mostly.

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Wild and uncontrollable Fresh air To the vestibule And saint's alive Life is a headlong dive. Flying squirrels Little girls Unpredictable But equally lovable. People feel things Like kids say things And everything Is under a microscope. Hate is a long game Love has short reasoning Feelings drive emotions Fueled by everything but reason Logic Makes us murderous. One plus one plus it's all ****** up You can't swim out of this pit Too soon to tell But I think You're going to hell. But the future is unwoven The Seamstress Union is on strike Yarns of every color Are scattered on the floor. An industrious imp Tosses in a steam-driven loom It eats up all the bits And spits out new histories. So genes collide In their secret unions But messages get crossed And we welcome new mutations. In the wake of a mininova bang Conciousness is all-grasping Freedom unobscured and No Trespassing ignored Tucked away in safe corners You keep all your real answers.

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Jun 11, 2014

Jun 11, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC

plus it's all ****** up

Wild and uncontrollable Fresh air To the vestibule And saint's alive Life is a headlong dive. Flying squirrels Little girls Unpredictable But equally lovable. People feel things Like kids say things And everything Is under a microscope. Hate is a long game Love has short reasoning Feelings drive emotions Fueled by everything but reason Logic Makes us murderous. One plus one plus it's all ****** up You can't swim out of this pit Too soon to tell But I think You're going to hell. But the future is unwoven The Seamstress Union is on strike Yarns of every color Are scattered on the floor. An industrious imp Tosses in a steam-driven loom It eats up all the bits And spits out new histories. So genes collide In their secret unions But messages get crossed And we welcome new mutations. In the wake of a mininova bang Conciousness is all-grasping Freedom unobscured and No Trespassing ignored Tucked away in safe corners You keep all your real answers.

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Pain unearned but still deserved Served up as dessert By her earthier friends Laughing at her crying back As she stumbles blindly home. Ignorance is a crime And sweet little puppies die all the time But what makes them smile for a moment Places her in confoundment So sweet and remorseful She takes her own life. Bullies on the steps Bullies on the curb ******* punks on the bus Unexplained learning curves. People are animals Who can do better If they want and are able And not just something in the middle. I wish she'd known me Before she knew you I can see you from miles away She never understood public schools. She needed an honest education Never the misfired humiliation But the streets run with rats A fact we'll never get past. Is social equality such an uneven street That the fanciest of shoes might stumble And the beasts ferociously feed? A wake and a vigil Candles burned for as long as boredom can stand School bells ring And it's business as usual.

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May 19, 2014

May 19, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC

Sweet Priveledged Girl

Pain unearned but still deserved Served up as dessert By her earthier friends Laughing at her crying back As she stumbles blindly home. Ignorance is a crime And sweet little puppies die all the time But what makes them smile for a moment Places her in confoundment So sweet and remorseful She takes her own life. Bullies on the steps Bullies on the curb ******* punks on the bus Unexplained learning curves. People are animals Who can do better If they want and are able And not just something in the middle. I wish she'd known me Before she knew you I can see you from miles away She never understood public schools. She needed an honest education Never the misfired humiliation But the streets run with rats A fact we'll never get past. Is social equality such an uneven street That the fanciest of shoes might stumble And the beasts ferociously feed? A wake and a vigil Candles burned for as long as boredom can stand School bells ring And it's business as usual.

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"And now please welcome today's anti-terrorism speaker, Anonymous!" [anonymous applause, dwindling out] "Thanks, everyone. The reason I prefer anonymity should be self-evident, but just to make it clear, I wish to avoid the recrimination of the hostile element." "Before I got here I was just reading, and believe me I'm still not believing, but it would seem, on the whole, that planetary aggression is on the slow." A hand is raised A hand is ignored The speaker moistens his lips Prepared to emit a bit more. "I have stats and stories Tortuous anecdotes about little girls and boys Food and sanitation is a crime itself And I'm prepared to say we live in our own hell." Arms upheld wither down As new hands reach for attention But the speaker ignores them all Intent on his own presentation. "The reason for hate Is more or less clear We fiercely believe one thing As they devoutly believe another. But do not fear! We are right and they are wrong They saddle their own children with a death song No cartoons of basic morality Just legs with bombs Made to go off remotely." An angry rustle Amidst lowered hands Quieting now Like they're getting the hang of it. "Humans are robots Programmable, malleable and sometimes trustworthy Highly complicated machinery! Indoctrination is the virus That seeks to destroy the outside." Again the raised hands And eyebrows too All these fluttering robots Fluttering in a pseudo-free zoo. Ignoring the obvious The speaker plods onwards But modulates his voice Against their trained reactions. "We need to accept and enfold An ideology only thousands of years old To mutate and twist Into what our children might wish." Someone yells "Disney!" Another mutters "Black whiteys" But there are a few Who remain to hear it through. "Despite what you think Despite who you are Against all you've been taught We've come quite far. You may not know your son You may not know your daughter But leave them alone And tomorrow may happen. Put the guns aside Drink from your hidden bottles without shame You are who you are And you should let them be them." This is not what anyone wanted Anyone over the age of ten This is not what anyone wanted With children and the urge to brainwash them. The room trickles out Leaving the most devout Devoted to the future Any future left standing. But amidst this group Are hard-liner elements And one has a voice Cutting through it all To ask, "What about bomber babies?" And riding right on top Is a fat slobbery Republican fop Demanding in his self-entitled way "What the **** about America?" The speaker shrugs As if to indicate Which question Is more stupid. "We seek to leave the planet And develop tech to make it happen You go your way And we go ours." The room is smaller now They indulge in eye contact Personal communications Words, hands, heads and eyebrows. The speaker sighs As if on the cusp of absolute honesty Then spills his true guts To these few radicals and emissaries: "Our worst enemy is ourselves Through millennia fashioning our own hells Subjugation of non-prominent DNA Believing destruction will pave the way. But on a not-much larger scale We're just cheap entertainment For every other race That crawled up this hill." The crowd is slightly subdued Probably more from shame Than anything Because shame is in the DNA And experienced by everyone. But we can always rely On some fat Republican to decry "But not me! And for sure not my children!" And now even more file out Hearts emptied and minds afloat Now it's just the sweating speaker And a few odd haters. "We're a microbial phenomenon Miraculously still alive And still inept At staying alive." He waves a casual hand like a maestro And behind him the stage glows A 30x30 screen descends Illuminating bugs as they crawl. "We're slightly smarter But no more hardier Than Hymenoptera Except we can leave this planet." Red-faced and obviously insulted The old fat plushy storms out Leaving now just a few To adopt this future-flung view. "We need to terraform and colonize Sure, and design space suits Pleasing to the eye But ultimately, We need to get the hell gone." One clap, one frown The speaker shrugs As if wondering Why aren't we all gone? And so he is left With the clean-up crew And one fruitcake Who asks "Will God come with us?"

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May 13, 2014

May 13, 2014 at 4:20 PM UTC

A dubious anti-terrorism seminar

"And now please welcome today's anti-terrorism speaker, Anonymous!" [anonymous applause, dwindling out] "Thanks, everyone. The reason I prefer anonymity should be self-evident, but just to make it clear, I wish to avoid the recrimination of the hostile element." "Before I got here I was just reading, and believe me I'm still not believing, but it would seem, on the whole, that planetary aggression is on the slow." A hand is raised A hand is ignored The speaker moistens his lips Prepared to emit a bit more. "I have stats and stories Tortuous anecdotes about little girls and boys Food and sanitation is a crime itself And I'm prepared to say we live in our own hell." Arms upheld wither down As new hands reach for attention But the speaker ignores them all Intent on his own presentation. "The reason for hate Is more or less clear We fiercely believe one thing As they devoutly believe another. But do not fear! We are right and they are wrong They saddle their own children with a death song No cartoons of basic morality Just legs with bombs Made to go off remotely." An angry rustle Amidst lowered hands Quieting now Like they're getting the hang of it. "Humans are robots Programmable, malleable and sometimes trustworthy Highly complicated machinery! Indoctrination is the virus That seeks to destroy the outside." Again the raised hands And eyebrows too All these fluttering robots Fluttering in a pseudo-free zoo. Ignoring the obvious The speaker plods onwards But modulates his voice Against their trained reactions. "We need to accept and enfold An ideology only thousands of years old To mutate and twist Into what our children might wish." Someone yells "Disney!" Another mutters "Black whiteys" But there are a few Who remain to hear it through. "Despite what you think Despite who you are Against all you've been taught We've come quite far. You may not know your son You may not know your daughter But leave them alone And tomorrow may happen. Put the guns aside Drink from your hidden bottles without shame You are who you are And you should let them be them." This is not what anyone wanted Anyone over the age of ten This is not what anyone wanted With children and the urge to brainwash them. The room trickles out Leaving the most devout Devoted to the future Any future left standing. But amidst this group Are hard-liner elements And one has a voice Cutting through it all To ask, "What about bomber babies?" And riding right on top Is a fat slobbery Republican fop Demanding in his self-entitled way "What the **** about America?" The speaker shrugs As if to indicate Which question Is more stupid. "We seek to leave the planet And develop tech to make it happen You go your way And we go ours." The room is smaller now They indulge in eye contact Personal communications Words, hands, heads and eyebrows. The speaker sighs As if on the cusp of absolute honesty Then spills his true guts To these few radicals and emissaries: "Our worst enemy is ourselves Through millennia fashioning our own hells Subjugation of non-prominent DNA Believing destruction will pave the way. But on a not-much larger scale We're just cheap entertainment For every other race That crawled up this hill." The crowd is slightly subdued Probably more from shame Than anything Because shame is in the DNA And experienced by everyone. But we can always rely On some fat Republican to decry "But not me! And for sure not my children!" And now even more file out Hearts emptied and minds afloat Now it's just the sweating speaker And a few odd haters. "We're a microbial phenomenon Miraculously still alive And still inept At staying alive." He waves a casual hand like a maestro And behind him the stage glows A 30x30 screen descends Illuminating bugs as they crawl. "We're slightly smarter But no more hardier Than Hymenoptera Except we can leave this planet." Red-faced and obviously insulted The old fat plushy storms out Leaving now just a few To adopt this future-flung view. "We need to terraform and colonize Sure, and design space suits Pleasing to the eye But ultimately, We need to get the hell gone." One clap, one frown The speaker shrugs As if wondering Why aren't we all gone? And so he is left With the clean-up crew And one fruitcake Who asks "Will God come with us?"

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I am the voice in your head I can tell you how to do things Right or wrong All according to whim. Sometimes righteous Occasionally evil My voice lends to the aural What your soul intends to do. You intone with me As I speak In the same way Your consciousness never sleeps. So what's the question Or what's the game As you know full well I am ready to play.

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Apr 27, 2014

Apr 27, 2014 at 12:34 AM UTC

The Voice

I am the voice in your head I can tell you how to do things Right or wrong All according to whim. Sometimes righteous Occasionally evil My voice lends to the aural What your soul intends to do. You intone with me As I speak In the same way Your consciousness never sleeps. So what's the question Or what's the game As you know full well I am ready to play.

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You don't think like me And I don't think like you But it seems to me We're both ******* We can do the math In our various ways And we sum the total To the end of days. I am right And you are wrong But you'll play the numbers Like it's all your song. I don't care So long as they hear The same sad song Of everything going wrong. But you spin out the bliss Like a drunken fairy wish Disregarding all the facts And sending us all back. It's a redo, people **** the ice age Get reacquainted with your dogs And repaint the steeples.

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Apr 27, 2014

Apr 27, 2014 at 12:13 AM UTC

Repainting the Steeples

You don't think like me And I don't think like you But it seems to me We're both ******* We can do the math In our various ways And we sum the total To the end of days. I am right And you are wrong But you'll play the numbers Like it's all your song. I don't care So long as they hear The same sad song Of everything going wrong. But you spin out the bliss Like a drunken fairy wish Disregarding all the facts And sending us all back. It's a redo, people **** the ice age Get reacquainted with your dogs And repaint the steeples.

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If I told you to go **** You'd just snort And take my last beer. You're a best friend and quite cavalier You know me like nobody But you're still a queer. I just want the best for you And I know you reverse the same But if we ever get outta this mess I probably shouldn't know your name. You're used to it But I ain't gonna do it I know you now You're my best friend anyhow. So tuck and **** Fists all battering Smash 'em good I wanna see blood splattering.

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Apr 26, 2014

Apr 26, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC

**** Near the Last Beer (Queer)

If I told you to go **** You'd just snort And take my last beer. You're a best friend and quite cavalier You know me like nobody But you're still a queer. I just want the best for you And I know you reverse the same But if we ever get outta this mess I probably shouldn't know your name. You're used to it But I ain't gonna do it I know you now You're my best friend anyhow. So tuck and **** Fists all battering Smash 'em good I wanna see blood splattering.

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