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Sinasalipadpad* ang mga *kalat sa pulitika
Umaalingasaw ang baho ng iilang kandidato
Sa modernong botohan
Tila may iilang selyo,
May mga balotang sanay
Sa may agnas na kandado.

Binaha ang pila ng nanghihingi ng boto
Istratehiya ng isa'y musika sa mga bingi
At may mga bulag na nabibili ang dangal
Iisa lang sana ang daan
Pero may nagwawagayway ng limang daan.

Sa Pula at sa Dilaw
Andaming banderitas.

Alam nyo, kapwa ko
Magising tayo
Mamulat na tayo
Tama na ang bawian-buhay.

Itong Hari ng mga Pula
May tandem na Itim
Dugo't budhi ma'y kayrumi
Hindi kasi pinapansin
Ang Itim ang Hari ng Droga
Panay ang kalat sa Puerto Princesa
Ang Pula ang taga-walis
Tila anghel sa bawat sigaw ng masa
Naglipana kasi ang salapi
Mula sa bulsa niyang binulsa lang din
Nagkabaun-baon sa utang
Itong siyudad na wala noong bahid.

Binayaran pati ang dangal
Hindi lamang ng mga naturingang mangmang
Eh kasi pati yung may rango
Nagpatiwakal na rin
Nanlimos ng barya ng bayan.

Buhay mga kinitil
Kung ang salita ay bibitiwan,
Barilin nyo kami nang talikuran
Habang may hinagpis
Kaming Inang Bayan.

Magwagi ka man Pula
Hindi papayag ang Hari ng Sanlibutan
Patas siyang lalaban sa Bayan
Pagkat siyudad niya ito,
Kaya nga "City of the Living God."

Marami mang pakulo ang partidong Pula
Sana'y Ama, dinggin mo ang mga Anak
Kami'y maralita
Palimos ng pag-asa
Lalaban para sa hustisya.

Mga kamay Mo ang yumapos sa bayan
At basbas Mo'y sa Dilaw
Pagkat ang puso ang Iyong tinitingnan
Hindi ang pagkilos nang walang pagtingala Sayo.

Ikaw ang Maghari Ama
 Apr 2015
Paramount Pawn
You told me once,
  " I love you."

At first I believed it.
But when you turned your back on me,
I saw what you've been hiding.

The hurt that washed over me.
The shattering sounds I hear in my heart.

The words you spoke
  I no longer believe.

Your love was a lie
I can not defeat.
 Apr 2015
epictails
Come,let's pack our bags
Hunting hats and all
Perhaps Stradtler is straddling
some ****** *****
Right now, pun intended
Ackley's snoring close to you
Ignore the idiot
Now listen to me
You and I
Let's forget Pencey and leave
the **** phonies who run it

We'll walk the streets together
With no dead ends our way
Your fears scare me too, you hear me?
The world is just too phony
For people like us who escape to live

Everyone tells you to grow up
And forget yourself
Just to kiss and dance with their **** grown up ideas
We are both at a losing end
Finding a close to a story that never really began
Let's just bottle up these *******

Holden, nobody really gives a ****
except the cheap, wretched bars downtown
where  old jokes like ourselves
set fire to the downpour
in our heads with more pain and
then some cheap painkillers
***** a little snooze a little
Some you gain, some you lose

Nobody really takes a look
For a **** second, see?
Except the smelly, narrow hotel rooms
Where we can rest our broken shoulders
And become a child once again
Once again, dear Holden
Non sellouts unlike your brother D.B
The door is to remain close
Some phony might take it against us
Take us to Hollywood
The hell filled with phonies

Nobody, Holden, nobody
We are alone
You and me
And the whole phony world killing themselves
While laughing at our struggles
To live our lives a little honestly
Holden Caulfield will always be my favorite character. Perhaps at an even higher rank than Sherlock Holmes. His angst, cynicism and frequent use of profanity is very much like mine. As I was reading the book I felt like I was living his life. This is for a character I really miss and who I'll always understand.
 Apr 2015
Alan W Jankowski
Dedicated to combat veterans and PTSD sufferers, wherever they may be...thank you for your service...*

An Enemy That Haunts My Mind...

In the middle of the night I lie in bed,
Fighting an enemy that’s in my head.
An enemy that’s always there,
An enemy that won’t play fair.
An enemy that haunts my mind,
An enemy that is not kind.
The price paid for doing good,
Of doing like I’m told I should.
Serving my country in time of war,
Who could ever ask for more?
And now even in my deepest dreams,
All I hear is the sound of screams.
Why was I the one to survive?
Why was I the one left alive?
I ask myself every night,
As I relive every fight.
God, please call me home,
Don’t leave me here all alone.
For when I thought the fight was won,
I’m finding the battle’s just begun.
A soldier who was trained to ****,
Finds a battle that’s harder still.
Fighting an enemy I cannot see,
And finding out the enemy is me.
An enemy that haunts my mind,
An enemy that is not kind.

07-11-11.
Recently published in a charity anthology to benefit veteran's groups...here's the website....
http://wegoonanthology.blogspot.com/
 Apr 2015
Chelsea Patton
A pile of letters,
all sealed with a kiss.
A boy in a bathroom,
slitting his wrists...
A girl in a closet,
a gun to her head...
A boy on a bridge,
one jump intill he's dead...
A girl in the bathtub,
holding her breath...
They all were happy children,
awaiting their death......
Hope you like it
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