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beans Jan 2013

It's practically unlawful
Your minds are all bare
The welled up and awful
That compose your stare

You see not the light
But only the dark
The wonders of sight
Are but a mere mark

On the surface of hate
Soon to be removed
Rejection innate
And you've really proved

That the glory of life
The love of the heart
Are nothing but strife
To be pinned by the dart

The dart of no mercy
Of eons of shame
You'll get your hands *****
To garner some fame

You are hardly human
An embarrassment, too
It's the free right of man
It's nothing anew

To love without boundaries
Regardless of gender
It's nothing of foundry
But a natural splendor

So go back to your shells
To hide in your frames
Reject all the bells
And never be tamed

We'll go on without you
Overflowing with love
No one there around to
Pacify your dove

The dove that never flies
And feeds on our pain
His mind soon to die
And we, soon to claim

The crumbling earth
And patch it all up
You're into the hearth
And we've got your cup

Dump all the contents
Into the fire
Now peaceful moments
Can truly suspire

A short, half-assed collection of vaguely related and strung together rhymes, written about the disdain that I feel for the Westboro Baptist Church because that's where my feels are tonight. Footnote extra - they're awful people who deserve to lose the ability to properly organize hatred (I won't say die, that's too... harsh...)

beans Jan 2013

Eternally Bound

So the time has now come
It's over for you
You're gonna be gone
And there's nothing to do

You always loved hate
You never were known
To be the very best
And you've certainly shown

That your evils and wrongs
Can never be ceased
Always turn the living
Into the deceased

And though it's amoral
And never corrective
I fell it's important
To be reflective

Of a dead lack of mercy
And an ignorance of shame
So that you may be ended
And formally defamed

So here I stand
And not a moment too soon
A squeeze of the trigger
You begin to swoon

You buckle your knees
And fall to the ground
I rise up and scream
"Eternally bound!"

A ridiculous "hypothetical positioning" poem that I did in 10 minutes. The context is - a man is confronted by a significant criminal who attempts to ****** him, but the criminal is killed instead - the man views his action as a regrettable but necessary serving of justice. Not a particularly deep one, rather modest on the quality. Oh well.

beans Jan 2013

Hold It In

Sitting 'round, eyes on the ground
There's more to know each minute
I listen to the lovely sound
And adore all that is in it

Suddenly, a bit of ***
And everyone's awash
Desperate for something free
I waddle to the wash

Just before the open door
A deepness in my back
I tumble down, my life a frown
Then everything is black

Another day, my jeans afray
A ticket by my side
It says "Hey Nick, don't show your ****."
I crumbled down and cried

Now I know, there's no more show
In here it's all mundane
In my cell, my life is hell
My heart full of disdain

I wonder why, my life's awry
And gone into the deep
Then I hear, there's no more fear
My ***** I must keep

Essentially, a boy (evidently named Nick, because it rhymed with "****") is sitting in his college class, engaged to learn yet slightly distracted. Suddenly, he begins to wet himself, and everyone proceeds to laugh at him for it. He tries to go to the bathroom to wallow in his immense shame (and implicitly clean himself up a bit), but suddenly falls to the ground as a result of someone spontaneously deciding to shoot him in the back. He wakes up in a hospital bed, only to discover that he had accidentally revealed himself during his intended bathroom trip, and the relevant authorities classified it as indecent exposure. Thus, he ends his angsty elaboration by writing about how lifeless his jail cell is and stating that he needs to learn to hold in his ***. Not based on a real experience. *Special thanks to Janae Hall for the idea... -_-*

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