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Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

jeffrey robin

As you were saying.... (?)

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(From out your SILENCE

Truth
Emerges)

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Negroes upon Negroes!

Call America!

See them gunned down!

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what were you saying.::.:?

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(Images dancing

Tree to tree)

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You were saying something but
then you started

Babbling ******* about lovers and razor blades!

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(But in the Silence I looked into your eyes!)

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A Fool cannot love

&

A Lover never fools around

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Physically Alive

Spiritually Dead

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WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?

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Words are spoken piously

And drift around

But

See them fall so lifelessly

See them falling to the ground

Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

Self-Perpetuating Fascist Global Supergovernment Soap Opera of Death and Money

Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

Anubis the Philosomancer

Self-Perpetuating Fascist Global Supergovernment Soap Opera of Death and Money

Look at the current state of affairs
and ask yourself this:

"Would it be at all outlandish
that they're creating enemies deliberately
in order to justify their existence?"

They ******* those they wrongfully oppress
until they can justify violent, martial law like suppression.

Either through the self-fulfilling prophecy of psychology
or through some projection or perhaps manifestation
it does seem that the New World Order thrives on demagoguery;
deliberate deception and misdirection of the masses
and then riding that artificial current
to their own sick, annihlistic ends.

If it is true and I am eventually kidnapped for this type of speech,
I won't back down for a second; I will defend my voice unto my very last word:
"All I've done is speak my mind, thank you for vindicating my words."

Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

a newborn day

Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

mark john junor

a newborn day

she wears a set of keys
on a chain round her neck
one for each of the nights alone
unlock my heart with these she whispers as if it were obvious
but then she casts her love letters into the river
saying that nobody ever understands her point of view
so we might as well all be blind
there are no real desperate words
on her tragically trembling lips
but what dose come out jiggles like a carnival crier
to the harmonica players thoughtful song
she used to sing it in the coffee shop she loved
back in one of her yesterdays
now her days are an egg shell blue patchwork of plaster fixes that
define the destitute box and its failings at life's tiresome money game
its trail of paperwork attempts to find a prophet
who could give us a defining moment and photo op for time magazines cover
somebody to tell us that we are on the wrong road
she spends her days taking care of me and
sweeping up the dusts
of all our yesterdays
and neatening up the lines of mason jars
filled with jams and jellies
the sunlight falling through them makes a rainbow she smiles to me
as she settles into a cup of coffee to stare wistfully off into the morning
i ask what's shes thinking but she never dose say
she just runs a thin hand through her auburn hair
and laughs that its snowing somewhere far away
that some field in a distant wood is peaceful and filled with the grace of innocence
that one finds in the stillness of fresh snowfall
that one finds in a newborn child
or a newborn day

Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

Aching Again

Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

Amanda In Scarlet

Aching Again

Oh God, it would be great, wouldn't it?
These were your words, not mine.
Sweet poet, speak to me again,
I ache for your words.
Mine are redundant, recycled, rehashed, and replayed.
I ache for you, I ache for the sound you made, in your throat,
As I ****** your finger, and tickled the tip with my tongue.
Sweet poet, speak to me again,
Offer me that finger, and everything you have,
Offer it all to me,
Please, please, please.

Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

disempowerment

Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

st64

disempowerment

it is true
when we give our blood too much
we aid in disempowerment

1.
constant giving in love and providing can set unhealthy-precedent
and when it falters in its expected-rhythm
ugly-tantrums get thrown, bordering on disrespect

2.
demands kick in hard upon trod-floor of insidious-hooks
there's always a rider for the other party on tightrope-theatre
            some or other condition to feed the monster of excitement
            while health straddles some jarring regions
            in hostile-spitting strong enough to lance startling-injury
shoelaces dripped in hazard-oil over a generational-canyon
provides unwanted-fodder for establishing long-term *slippage

(no! you weren't raised this way.. where does this stem from?)
there has been no failure to show how humans act and speak
this is unacceptable)

oh............you want / you want / you want..... all.. the.. time
then kick up unholy-storms when there's a break in rhyme

get ye, lad.. go practise your ire on a field
                   go throw a stick on the prairie
                   go find your path, you're old enough
yer insolence plain *****!

(I could tell you .. you're rude.. go home,
but you already are!)

S T - 10 dec 13

sometimes, offspring understand little of scpacrfieces parents have to (sometimes, privately) make in order to keep the wheels turning.............
it needs hair on teeth and grit in mouth to swallow some stuff, but persevere against adversity.. not always flippin' easy.
to teach independence and responsibility to children is a constant and ongoing thing.. one can hardly let up..
yeah, I guess it's the old adage of repetition, repetition, repetition ...

(there's a poem I half-remember.... about parents letting go of their offspring... natural pattern..)

sub: stuck

between jagged-rocks and petulant-push
how breathes a soul
stuck in places where no space moves?

reach for the blue one.. then, a white one
later.. three small ones

wooden wheels of erstwhile-splendour
interest little to jelly already set
in gratifix

skull goes numb in efforts
can't keep placating, no

wrong to wring neck of bird
who feeds well the keeper
who keeps warm the feeder
who helps to lift the spirit

Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

Heron Preys

Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

Seán Mac Falls

Heron Preys

The heron spreads his wings and preys.
His stony stand a beachhead sloughing
The salt sea, a sepulchered wading.

Leaven the broken bred, unshell
The teeming waters, a fisher of mermen
Unlordly low this lying father,
His wings are palms,

His rock a mount, his wings a bay,
And deafness, tears in the outer shores
And exaulted seas the forgiven waves,

Swells the briny blood and kelp.
Vains are streaming to the fisher king,
Lordy he lands the lying father
His wings are psalms.

A tiny flood that arcs the sky
Marks lord in miniature, a King
Fisher flies, His wings are
The waters calmed.

The otters bask and preen, mermen
Jostle in the laddered rays of the sun
They mark their surf, insouciant play,

Wavering the fisher of men, he sways,
Simply they circle in song singing hours,
Dancing as do the murmuring waves,
Their strokes are psalms.

Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

Unbroken Vows

Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

Amanda In Scarlet

Unbroken Vows

It is not my heart that is breaking.

We are lost and ever abandoned.
You let the waves engulf me,
I'll let you think I drowned.

It is not my heart that is breaking.

All that shattered shall be mended,
You made the decision to let me fall,
I'll let you scatter the pieces.

It is not my heart that is breaking.

Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

We Interrupt Your Broadcast

Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

Sean Antonio Tyson

We Interrupt Your Broadcast

Terror, Fear
Chemical Weapons
The world will end tomorrow.
Go back to sleep America
We have everything under control
..................
Including You.
Now back to your regularly scheduled program
of shutting the **** up and
being happy with the little freedoms you have left.
While we devise new ways to make you surrender them
through Coercion.

MK ULTRA "The greatest lie the Devil ever told was convincing humanity that he didn't exist."