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5d · 17
community
A community builds its walls,
confidence grows so tall,
comments from random poets
only make us more human.
Lets handle the in-fighting
and out-grow the toxicity,
we have our own laws.

When Anarchy is left to reign,
that's when I'll resign.
Encourage the rowing canoes
left to their own devices.
Diversity is beauty realized
and skills to entertain
encourage soaking in the rain,
splashing out ink tremor pain.
5d · 30
temptress flame.
baby has fire seething from her eyes,
gently green sweet with a look of vengeance,
She may be a temptress,
but not to be exploited.
A woman walks home alone,
like a Goddess in a picture frame
a vampire of seduction
in the 3 inches of our minds.
She hear the steps approaching
and her fangs quickly appear
stretching out of her mouth
No longer so innocent like youth.
This is the beginning of your end
as the path ahead now her's to bend.
Sometimes looks can be deceitful. Don't mess with this Vampire Queen.
Oh, blessed are the dust settling
on these old faded magazines,
it was my life to read them,
inch my hands over the ******
on-screen final girls imprinted.
The heroine that kicked the nest...
and won the day with a swift
ball busting kick between the legs.
6d · 32
Demo Tape : 2
They dangle and in this jungle,
sweaty from dawn as they haggle,
they are willing to exploit,
to keep their bellies full,
It may sound sickening,
But this is Indonesia,
And This is Thailand.
Worse is Cambodia...
of broken little hands......

Have you ever seen,
a blind child holding a sign,
with both of his eyes,
blinded
but his voice sings a tune....
His vision
lost
with
forced destroying
cigarette?

And the flies covered in filth
of who was once a man,
Step over to the paradise
of a hotel in the middle of Bali.....

I don't cooperate to narrow
vision of your sub's periscope,
Judging is hypocritical removal,
and a spring **** whisper clean,
of your silky of smiley 50s closet.

Don't worry, I will  answer to the lord,
but until then, I will press forward,
Judge but understand I am trying
to keep in control my demons,
With God, I have one misconception?
the free will granted to humanity
that has created much evil and madness.

Please don't make it impossible,
its hard enough to keep believing,
as the world blackens sausages
barbecuing ash replaces hits
My eyes are focused on the holy,
fantasies can't lead to foly.
Too much, I'll always understand it.
I'm feeling estranged from the vampires
******* down and shame down on me,
hail-stones upon toxicity not a stranger
They accuse me like the worse monster
Thin are my veins as they aren't pumping,
The nurse yesterday couldn't take blood,
as with the scrapes came with so much mud.

Muck on a spoon in a ******'s zombie lair,
Once a promising star of pride of the family
and now he's Od-ing and shook of his flair,
like the cutting of hair of the Belgium
****** who survived the worse horrors,
when it came to instincts & world war 2.

I once felt alive until systemically did I died.
6d · 34
trepidation
Crow bars vs candy bars,
steel vs the moving of wheels
Frightened eyes vs confidence
weeds vs the burial of seeds,
heroes vs those of us zeroes
Loved vs the building above,
Trepidation before the fall,
the deeper is just the surface,
Those with no more black ink,
Only ones to understand this,
The coal can't move those glued.
The sweet-ness of tight skin,
a lady with hair tied back
A Japanese samurai,
At the pace of the time,
you will do a tease,
with the lace removal
and the black dress.
The appetite
of the gentlemen
picking up sushi
upon your naked-ness.
But I leave with
a super grin,
a gin and toxic.
They can't touch,
this beauty.
6d · 28
21
21
When ethics gets confused with
hallow of abandoned bird nests
and the yellowing of
the cracked eggs
where Ravens picked.

Purple clothes are royalty
but it makes it all red
Above and we bow to
another human,
thinking
money
buys you.....
A right
to shoot
another
in the head.

Escape justice,
with out-of-court
settlements.
A poem about how money can buy you freedom in American to abuse, violate and **** others. Look at Diddly, OJ Simpson ,Manson & even the current president. Money buys you the right to be worse than human.
I kept the burning letters and the removal of x-mas trees
of my throat swallowing my child-hood naivety,
There's cars smashing where the violation exists,
the hand held to a throat trying to breathe.
Graffiti anarchy with my intoxication of eyes.
Best friends break apart unfriendly marbles
wake up dragging mats upon the carpets.
I wish I could forget and dumb my brain,
but it only drives home more the perspective,
rain drenched and wearing my favourite collar
Nothing is better hope than a dog with a bone.
I wish I could wiggly wag like my dead-on pet,
but when has the warmth of the sun's been set
single spark apart from all of my child-hood days.
I wish I could wake up and smell your essence.
To be honest, I wish to die and not bake in this flesh,
Attraction can be blinded in interpretation
Opening up as ocean whipped afflictions.
And gentle are the starfish at bottom of oceans
and bitter comes warmth sting-rays of the surface,
Earliest and the best of  sands upon the lands
crashing as uncle pulled coins from my ears.
I'll be as blinded to misery and focus on God,
Reappraisal and not loving bag of tricks,
There's no such thing as wisdom with the lambs,
and ever higher does this wall slabs bricks,
Ever loyal are loved sweet adorable dogs,
licks our faces and jumps up so quick.
6d · 34
cold ice spikes
There's no freedom to this,
A hook on wet fish,
withering around skittering
and dumped in your bucket,
I looked so hard in the Abyss
Obstacles bounded by trees,
and roaring of that engine
in a little 250 mountain scooter,
A distraction from this something....

Cold ice blocks fall from the cavern,
like icy pikes that could not strike my eye.
But there's a reason for this obsession,
or your fantasy exists for nothing at all.

All the ****** dreams can't oil my limbs,
Any injections of opiates can't cure my phobias.
All the bottles of liquor won't make me better,
All the grass of this keep, just makes me needier.
Inspiration - All The Umbrellas In London - Magnetic Fields
Google it. Its on you-tube.
6d · 12
Food and Sex
Good-bye
to nightly
rest,
take a bite
of this pizza
that has
my toppings
and my centred
oozing cheese.
Wraps over,
all the vegies
and the bacon,
pineapple,
the biggest
part of me.
Juicy and sweet
collides
with the salty,
of the beaches
of such ladies
in bikinis.
Wrapped up
and the lust
tests our devotion
and respectability
How it pushes
against appetite
for devourment.
6d · 8
choicest
I hate the white noise that collides with noises
The main road delivers death metal in my ears,
when its peak hour at 7 in the morning.
The bathroom fan's wearing motor's a piano wizard,
The tv blaring 30 meters away is distorted pop,
and sleepiness brain are her choiciest of lines.
Darkest roots wrap around this old cabin,
the vulnerable fragility of a breathless dragon
Shatters of star-dust flake over the tin roof,
and I wish to escape into the night sky
galloping wings & white unicorn hooves,
a freedom deliverance echoes cries.
6d · 34
black umbrella
black umbrella,
full of holes,
drench my soul,
give me another,
to fly to the stars,
like Mary Poppins,
i like sesame seeds
freckles on her skin,
I''m right here,
my gentle dear
and you're so.... afar.
Inspiration - Just Say I'm Right - Art of Fighting
7d · 89
demo-tape
The surface of un-charcoaled moons
street dogs drugged in daily stews
lays down for a carving intoxication
Bones lift in a wind & haphazardly
press play...so I can slow it down
try & understand softening of clay...

Stodgily in the dirt and Cravens
of such pretentious-ness of pretending
of self worth of such clapping praise,
the parasites lap up the demonized,
joint edges of a bathroom mirror
a record presciently will stop playing
It herds until the final of warnings,
Almost discretely with the attempts,
Can't breathe like you are breathing....

I'm in need of more than bleeding,
I need so much back-yard weeding,
I can only survive my mentality
if one day I can be forgiven
unlike a witch of heathen
past the ocean poisoning
of the vile repressed toxicity.
Yes, I do confess my sins,
Sails past a boat to Bethlehem.
7d · 58
red lights
red lights bleed fluorescent
of the get-up and go of green.
orange, reminds me of hazards,
where I slowed to a statue.
and the cast is meant for healing,
no, its the breaks to stationary.
your heart race is beating
and you do nothing but freeze.
waiting for lights to turn appease.
Soldier's heat of a kettle disrupts
the temps embolised as a herd,
heart failure follows the deceit
and finger holding of God's word,
and slain is a battlefield blurring

And fine's singular seasonin'  facts
one's voice belief in wide green seas,
upon shaking salt belief of a hack
Fragility vines ****** and bleeding
Click the fingers twice for the black.

Today's divine white cloth leading
welcoming a funeral proceeding,
We wish to mourn of our loss,
while he's time abiding heeding,
Patting the backs of the children.
7d · 28
crumbly biscuits
Crispy biscuits,
given by
loving mothers.
A bainitic
so cruelly
upon the teeth.
Reminiscing
Sensibly
to green clouds
after the fact,
A peristerite
still agonizes
The alternative,
is no spoiling
without a hook,
of a derivative.
Once a little fish,
There's no pretension,
when the crumble
has the honesty
of precision
to love not abated.
7d · 49
piano beats
A rapid succession to mobility,
limbs dragging ourselves
to the minutiae of this moment,
heaving and desperately
black aim to save myself
needing hydration
of the blazing fluids,
water shooting up
sprinklers are a cup,
Distention of the cancer,
in contrast to the dancers,
fluidly moves,
the shower show
are their waterfalls.
Visions of a saint near
that bridge has a name.
The suicide frontier
the method's all the same.
a jump into crashing rocks
head first into oblivion.
Leave behind shoes and socks,
and aspire to be heavenly.

Waves wash away red splashes
before the blood can stain,
a church will have its masses
while many choose the rain.

A return to first opened eyes
Purgatory denounces peace to grave
to the suffering in which we wish to die,
back here all the grief & the shame.
I know this is a depressing poem but its to bring awareness to mental health issues, in both youths and adults. And know they are not alone in thinking this way.
7d · 27
fling
background chatter of white noise,
the pride of the photo in a wallet,
a gentleman's removal of a ring
for that trembling of a fling.

The clinging of the glasses,
the skin of the lasses,
Escape from kids' screaming
No *** at home with the missus.

Hotel rooms with the mistress,
fills her with promises,
that will never come to be,
Only ever rarely.....
7d · 39
mother's egg
Its in the eyes like crystal brown
shielding of bewilderment,
near light flickering like smiles
hesitantly like the Ravens,
unsure of whether to brave a nest
of an Eagle's with confident piercing.
Try to take this mother's egg,
and she will mess you up instead.
Inspiration - Western Nights by Ethel Cain.
Written to the beat of the lyrics.
Jul 1 · 41
the slip
Silently
drinking gin
and tequila,
warmly
greetings
from spoons
and fork
of the diners
I become lively,
punch the jukebox
for that shaking boom,
Dance to worldly live,
as my eyes open up,
to awakening of the hive,
beats to curb falls,
Juice of reckoning,
and she will slip
past another
pass out drunkard.
Chronic Alcoholism is a terrible disease I am fighting, I hope to overcome it soon.
Jul 1 · 58
mixed pack of heaven.
Growth of flowers
in your hair
on a day
of mixed weather
it doesn't care,
brown eyes
are sunny
hair dripping
blondie, shivering
wet with showers,
A gentle delight,
A wrapped
warmth of towel
forecast.
A poem about the best girl-friend I had when I was 36. She was 34 and my soul-mate. I still dream of her sometimes.
Inspiration - I Said Hi by Amy Shark
Jul 1 · 33
Hunters
The hunter
hunts the predator
conditioned
to a disease
of war-torn
memories
of being a kid.
The Witcher
travels further
thrill
of capitalism
to exploited
bliss,
Obsession
with
kicking deeper
a child,
born like this.

Sometimes
monsters
give birth
to monsters,
Rages
of a demon
can unleash
confrontingly
upon release.

The hunter,
drives him
underground,
The win
being
youtube fame
for him
and a freeing
of all the cravings
of the perpetrator
born of heresy
for a "prized" victim
Lately there have been groups formed to confront child ****** predators but they are you-tube mobs not working with the police.  Generally, they only care about the money they earn from youtube subscribers and not the kids.
As the suspects are often unlawfully detained or even assaulted, their evidence is not admissible in court for illegal enticement. They may get named and shamed but it drives them underground and they either stop or they learn from the mistake. If they only learn from it, they will be more careful next time and probably have a better chance of success of their predatorial behavior.
The humiliation can simply make them worse as monsters, drive any empathy down to lower levels and reduced compassion.
Jul 1 · 225
Habour
The wooden boards
of this old harbour
reeks of blood
stains,
seeping through
the gaps.
Splashing
into
a crystal
but yet
blurred mirror.
Who we were,
before the jump
now forgotten,
Drowning
into red seas.
I think many of us feel this way and writing about it helps us. Life is not easy, for sure. Suicide is never the answer. What doesn't **** you, does make you adapt better.
Jul 1 · 76
innocence stolen.
What is soft, is innocence stolen,
down by the park,
a beast has now woken.

Dreams shatter like twigs
****** intentions,
Anxiety replaces
A child's confidence.

A hungry wolf
A candle wish,
now ever blown out,
Torment has spoken.
A metaphor piece about child ****** abuse of a stranger danger and how it causes PTSD and mental issues for the victim and often for decades of trying to heal.  The inspiration for this piece was Rotten Apple by Alice In Chains.
Jun 30 · 86
sin
sin
My hero's weathered
forehead
My inflictions
stress  of
wrinkly skin
but the focus
is replaced pain
to  numb-ness
of his eyes.
Whistling of whispers
flowing
white of ancient
hair,
memories  like long
forgotten fleets
I come to realize,
Pride replaced
by shame,
and which is
the greater sin?
Who am I?
or I that became.....

— The End —