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Mar 20 · 387
The Peter Plague
Juan Bot Mar 20
It rises above the clouds,
It is the master,
and the slave.
It is the wretched creature,
awaken from a thousand years of sleep.

But at what cost?
At what show will it play,
and to whom?

Its the sand from the sun,
the second note on every song,
A tuned instrument squealing at the command of its master.

A pig in the barn,
four legs,
five.

The clock ticks each morning,
yet the sun settles every night.

When they come,
We will leave,
But in the direction of the rising moon.
Stay Safe everyone!
Mar 20 · 258
Galloping Shadows
Juan Bot Mar 20
Dry up, little puddle,
Why not reveal your true form

Ascend into an illusion,
beyond human comprehension,
vanish from the eyes of your creator,
to float to another world.

What makes a great salad?
A stream of lettuce?
Book up? No! Book down.

What when where what,
Do you speak of such a manner?

Distributed upon his 7 sons,
Risen above the mountains,

He rises,
He shrieks,

But where is his wife?
Sep 2019 · 300
A Summer's Day
Juan Bot Sep 2019
Where there are humans
You'll find flies,
And Buddhas.
After I travelled to Japan, I was inspired to write this haiku.
Jul 2019 · 208
Streamline
Juan Bot Jul 2019
Butter, like a fine piece of work
Is impacted upon the slim toast
Like grass on the soil
Like me with you.

For many years I've dream't
Unbeknownst of your presence,
Kneeling down before me,
And with those shine in your eyes,
Zig-zagging along the ground,
A fine snake trail leaves behind you.
Where did the time go?
And she still stares at me.
To my one and only love. Still there. Waiting...
Juan Bot May 2019
I am a biological weapon!
With my new favorite song.
It took seconds for John to realize that
it was his cellphone ringing.
He also hardly noticed the stop sign
right in front of him
as he crashed into the shrieking of a fire.
I am a beautiful day.
I say that with love.
Partially them to the slideshow for a couple of laughs.
the brown sugar.
I am sure you have to be a man,
and instead tilted is head of the Gavsie Dynasty.
Apr 2019 · 403
The Wrath of Shim
Juan Bot Apr 2019
Twelve days away
I shudder in fear.
Eleven days away
I shed a tear.
Ten days away
I shift and shake nervous.
Nine days away
They say his roar is furocious.
Eight days away
Like the second coming he comes.
Seven days away
Like a boulder he weights 2000 tones.
Six days away
The children prey.
Five days away
It's the end of life's day.
Four days away
The loved ones are missed.
Three days away
Loved ones are kissed.
Two days away
We know that we are soon doomed.
One day away
The last supper is consumed.

The wrath of shim commences
And we die.
The Mayans said that the world will end in 2012. They were 7 years early.
Apr 2019 · 211
The Economics of Life
Juan Bot Apr 2019
To live life you must pay a price
Slavery
Not to whites
But to the system

What is the system
All the white cis gender males
The plague 2.0
The second coming

The evil **** that lie beneath the earth
I hate men
Yes I hate men

I am willing to rip off my own testicles
To join the female army
The true cartiers of good.

Because I am a feminist
And I'm proud!
WOMENS  POWER AGAINST THE PATRIARCHY !!!!
Apr 2019 · 318
Catalcolypse
Juan Bot Apr 2019
All the
Little kids
Lie on the ground.

Never
In a million years did he
Get his toys
Going to the washroom
Every day, a
Rare moment, but very
Stupid of him.

Many of the kids
Under the roof
Sleep on their backs
Till the end of time.

Don’t think that he
In the same street
Ever came back.
Apr 2019 · 135
Who
Juan Bot Apr 2019
Who
What
When
Where
Why
How

Who
What
When
Where
Why
How

Who
What
When
W­here
Why
HOW
The greatest questions in life.
Juan Bot Apr 2019
Read it up to down, then read from the last stanza up to the first

They don’t deserve our help.
So don’t tell me,
They deserve a second chance.
Open your eyes
People
They are nothing but
Drug addicts and alcohol abusers
With needles pinned to their shoulders
Littering the sidewalk
They are sloths
Stop saying
We should
Support local shelters
Instead, we should
Get rid of them
We must not
Share our food and
Give them a helping hand
I have a better idea, let’s
Throw them into a river
It’s not okay to
Acknowledge their existence.
They are worthless, failed abortions
And don’t be stupid to think that
These people are just like us.
Read it forward, then read it in reverse. Two Polar Opposite Perspectives. Support your local homeless people.
Mar 2019 · 203
The Trap Fly
Juan Bot Mar 2019
The trap fly walks across the room,

the house becomes the ardent fly.

Shining like gold,

As lustrous as Venus,

Its wings unfold,
followed by a swift shove of air.

Ascending into a new form of life,
the fly flies.

but gets trapped by an underground bear trap,
Life.
Always believe in your dreams.
Mar 2019 · 410
The Gabulous Dashfold
Juan Bot Mar 2019
Boom!
De in the street.
He no go,
But je low yes.

Book law.
A chess game unfolds.
De chess rook fly,
Rein the same time.
I say that with love.

Partially, ” Aaron snickdit.
Seder he is as not to be b.

He not english.
But he nature defcon debility.
The great walls of jar will never be forgotten. Bless ye mighty soul.
Juan Bot Mar 2019
Rudolph the red nose reindeer,
had a very shiny nose.

He died from measles two days later.
A very real and tragic story of Rudolph. Please donate to your nearest children's hospital.
Mar 2019 · 350
French is like jail
Juan Bot Mar 2019
French is like jail.
It's boring.
Blow my brains out please.

And the clouds continue to float.
This is a reference to Dr man rate from a tale of two cities
Mar 2019 · 159
April in Paris
Juan Bot Mar 2019
A beautiful Friday,
The birds are singing
April in Paris.

The people are dancing
In front of the eiffel tower.
Dancing to the beat of Je t'aime.

A guy is in the corner
Playing jazz on his saxophone.

A good day
In Paris.
A beautiful city expressed in this poem.
Mar 2019 · 276
Immigrants
Juan Bot Mar 2019
They come here,
In swarms.

Invade our land,
Take our resources,
Take our children,
Away.

They speak a barbaric language,
Like glass breaking in our ears.
They wear wierd clothes,
Like colorful trash bags.

They force us to speak their language,
They take our land,
Call it America.
Tell it to our children.
Now,
      They aren't our children.

Where will we go now?
South.
A remarkable bit of history.
Mar 2019 · 135
Hamzah
Juan Bot Mar 2019
Blah blah blah.

He talks.

Until he dies.
Hamzah is bad.
Mar 2019 · 514
13 days Away
Juan Bot Mar 2019
13 days away.
My heart stops,
2 weeks and a day.
2 weeks and a day to less.

My hands tremble,
my heart aches.
I approach him,
my mouth is dry,
I only speak air.

But he puts his arm around me,
and says
        It's ok.

We walk away,
together again.
Relationships are so important, do not lose them.
Mar 2019 · 701
Boomerang
Juan Bot Mar 2019
Life is like a boomerang:

You throw it.
it comes back.

Hits you in the head,
It hurts so much.
Then you die.

Slavery is like the same thing.
Except the boomerang is a black guy.
END DISCRIMINATION, ITS A VIOLENT CYCLE.
Feb 2019 · 495
Quick Math
Juan Bot Feb 2019
They say 2+2 = 4.

But 2 +2 = 5 is also right.

Why?

What is 2?
Is two two? Or is it two?
Does two two have to equal 4?
or does two two can be two three?

Albert Einstien said otherwise.
Thats why he died.

****** said yes.
Thats why everyone hates him.
For Dr. J. J. Manukal IXVIX, my calculus professor At Brown's Plumbing School. He always inspired me to think and live beyond life's boundaries.
Feb 2019 · 87
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Feb 2019 · 63
Life's Answers
Feb 2019 · 358
Going Vegan
Juan Bot Feb 2019
Eating grass,
with the cows.

Side by side.
Singing,
Munching,
I am one with nature,
One with the animals.

I don't eat meat
because meat is like cancer:
It poisons you from the inside out.

Grass is the element of life.
Its my french fries,
And tree bark is my steak.

Going vegan is great,
I love Mother Earth.
Go vegan. Stop killing animals.
Feb 2019 · 206
Patience
Juan Bot Feb 2019
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Life is now unlocked
Feb 2019 · 714
Educational Nursery Rhyme
Juan Bot Feb 2019
The boy walked to the store.
The boy wanted a smore.

He asked the store owner, and the store owner said,
HES BLACK. HE NEEDS TO BE DAED!!

Why is the world so racist? SMH :(

If you laughed at this, you should be ashamed at yourself.
Racism is bad.
Juan Bot Feb 2019
On the twelfth day of christmas
my true love gave to me

12 books
11 pens
10 bookmarks
9 USB drives
8 water bottles
7 toothbrush
6 pencils
5 golden McGraw-Hill Ryerson PreCalculus 12 Textbooks
4 TI-84 Plus CE without batteries
3 Printers
2 Laptops
and a will to live

KNOWLEDGE
I love Christmas. Merry Christmas, or happy holidays for all you athiests
Feb 2019 · 185
Neo-Anthropocentrism
Juan Bot Feb 2019
I am poor,
Skin and bones is all that I have.
I see a dog on the street.
Dinner.
In our first world country, there is always a third world within us.
Feb 2019 · 220
Life in 6 Verses
Juan Bot Feb 2019
He was born.
He ate.
He pooped.
He slept.
Then he died.
Repeat.
Feb 2019 · 113
Twenty two- Twenty-One
Juan Bot Feb 2019
Down the street he ran,
until he was nowhere to be seen.
Good lives lead to happiness
Feb 2019 · 451
Broken Dreams
Juan Bot Feb 2019
Where have you got in there?
I have sent nothing somewhere.
You are certain that I am nothing elsewhere?
oh yes, I stay above where below a dead pear.

But listen where then know I came.
Lust, greed, the tortoise, the same.
But then where must I sail to soak love fifth name?
To fifth on fifth, where rats game in game.

But the bucket upping North never need never had?
Trailer South down East ever made mad.
But who when why how where what the cream?
No seam, no beam, no team, yes dream.
This is so sad. There are so many depressed people in today's society. Everyday, this girl comes up to me and tells me she doesn't want to live anymore. I told her, "No. Life's to precious to go to waste. You only had fun in the beginning, you only had a taste. Your dreams are never broken, they only appear to be. Focus, stay strong, and then you will see." THERE IS SO MUCH TO LIFE PEOPLE. THERE ARE PEOPLE THAT WILL HELP YOU. LOVE YOU ALL!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3
Written with the help of my linguistics professor Dr. J. L. Bolornesan IV.
Feb 2019 · 345
Je t'aime
Juan Bot Feb 2019
Bonjour!
Ça va?
Bien!
Je t'aime.
Tu es mon chou.
Tu es brillants comme les étoiles.
Quand le monde se termine.
Je serai là.
Pour toi.
Je t'aime.
For a friend. A best friend.
Feb 2019 · 2.0k
Little John
Juan Bot Feb 2019
Little John lived up the hill.
Where the birds flew under his legs
and the dust rolled off his porch.

John would not live to meet the gaze
of a tall woman,
Shaniqua.

Her braids flapped in the direction of the wind.
Her cheeks turned red when he saw little John's shadow.
Her eyes began tearing when she saw little John's body,
Arms sprawled over the top of the hill,
As if hugging Mother Earth.

A parallel line of red gashes surround his back.
Slavery is never good.
Feb 2019 · 184
Anchor
Juan Bot Feb 2019
The boat runs,
But the boat sinks.

The whales sing,
But they fly.

Where is the end of the world?
Where the ships sink,
and the fish fly to another dimension.

I walk, and walk
On the water.

But the end is never there.

And the whales,
they no longer sing.
Feb 2019 · 879
Jack
Juan Bot Feb 2019
Jack might.
Jack could.
Jack paid.
Jack lost.
Jack did.
To Jack, my friend who has helped me through the worst, and taught me to always try.
Feb 2019 · 189
Dancing in the Darkness
Juan Bot Feb 2019
There,
Lying in the darkness,
rests two pigeons.

They do not see.
They do not hear.
They do not speak.
They only look at the figures,
Dancing in the darkness.

A spectacle of tapping echoes the room,
Arms flail,
heads bobble,
Voices sing.

But the pigeons do not hear it.
They are not deaf,
But they force themselves to be.

They quack at the madness,
Like no other deaf, immobile, anosmia-filled birds,
But they do not know they are quacking,
As if the brain is a faucet,
Only letting water out, but never any water in,
because of some unseen force.

The darkness travels,
until the sun crawls across the edge of the world,

Then,
the pigeons fly toward the escaping darkness,
still squablling.

The dancing figures vanish,
Nowhere to be seen;
They are now at the other side of the world,
Dancing,

Until the pigeons come again...
A compelling story of ignorance and suffering. Of betrayal and sacrifice. Of escape and reestablishing. Of an endless cycle forever to doom humanity.
Feb 2019 · 3.3k
Chemistry Love Sonnet
Juan Bot Feb 2019
Your lustre is like a metal.
Your dreamy looks make me dissolve.
Like throwing 10 M HCL on a prison inmate.

Your love radiates like a uranium-235 atom,
But not toxic.

You and I are meant to be together
We form a strong bond like hydrogen gas.
It takes a lot of activation energy to separate us.

But what if we are separated.
We become an exothermic reaction,
Releasing 200 kJ of energy.
At everyone around us.

I will overpower everyone else to become the king because I am a strong acid and I make every other guy a weak acid.

We are a covalent bond.
You are my electron.
You zap me with joy.

We have the correct geometry for each other,
But I only date real chemists!
If you don't know what Avogadro's number is,
You are dead to me.
I will freeze you with liquid nitrogen.

I only date thick girls.
Thick like ununoctium.
When I snap my fingers like Thanos,
you will dissolve,
because you are soluble.

I will steal your heart like a strong base takes the H+ of a weak base.

You are the catalyst to my happiness.

Iodine, Lutetium, Vanadium, Yttrium, Oxygen, Uranium,

I LuV YOU !
Love
Feb 2019 · 218
Black Death
Juan Bot Feb 2019
He coughed and then he died.
The earth continues to spin.
A piece of remarkable history illustrated in two sentences.
Feb 2019 · 289
Alarming
Juan Bot Feb 2019
We
need
to
listen
and
support
the
Third Coming.

Only
one man
can
stop
us
from
Mass Destruction.

Only
one
man
can
prevent
World *******.

Allah.
Praise Allah.
Feb 2019 · 281
Earth
Juan Bot Feb 2019
The suns align,
The worlds collide,

Where does the eagle fly.

Down the street, to the ocean,
The eagle swims.

Eagles do not swim.
They walk like ants.

The moon walks to the edge of the sun.

Is this this joking about this?

No.

Because eagles fly,
Like the planets swim.
This poem is about how humans and nature must coexist to prevent future destruction of the environment. We must stop the corporations like Apple and J.C Penny from corrupting the American youth.
Feb 2019 · 701
Ecallumisationism
Juan Bot Feb 2019
Life does not live,
Because life cannot live.
Books do not fall,
Because books are not life.
The human conscience divides itself into two patterns,
Life and self.

If life falls, than self rises.
If self falls, than life rises.

What makes both fall?

Books.

Because whenever life falls and self rises or life rises and self falls
Books fall,

Because books are not life.

What makes fall bad and rise good?
Books.

Because books
are not life.
Support my mans Stephen J. Richarjenkins III for beating kidney cancer and surviving a lion attack.
Feb 2019 · 267
Stock Market
Juan Bot Feb 2019
Up
Down
Up
Down
Black
Red
The arrow is like the mountains
With its spikes and turns
Rises and falls.

2cent,
3 cent,
5 CENT,
SELL!!!!!!!!!

Millionaire!!!
This poem is about how precious life is and its ups and downs. But at the end of the day, everyone can become a millionaire.
Feb 2019 · 807
Dusty Desert
Juan Bot Feb 2019
The dust blows forward,
Tumbling across the desert.

And the dust blows back,
Tumbling across the desert.

No eyes, no ears, no mouth, no nose,
No fingers, no legs, no knees, no toes,
No brain, no lungs, no stomach, no heart.
Just the dust.

The dust blows forward,
Tumbling across the desert.

A cactus slices its body in half.

And the dusts blow back,
Tumbling across the desert.

They separate into tinier dusts.

The dusts blow forward,
Tumbling across the desert.

Another cactus slices their bodies in half.

And the dusts blow back,
Tumbling across the desert.

A repetition of madness,
A repetition of pain,
A repetition of destruction,
Tumbling across the desert.
Building, building, building,
Until alas,

The ground catches fire,
The sun hurls towards the earth,
Sand and stone turn to ash.
The earth wakes, and the ground is the sky.

The dust blows forward,
And the dust blows back.
In love of Captain Beefheart, my hero and inspiration.
Feb 2019 · 247
Orange
Juan Bot Feb 2019
The color of hate
The light of darkness
God's failed abortion.

Glass shattering,
Babies crying,
Earth breaking,

   He laughs.

Smoke polluting,
People dying,
Unhappiness increasing,

    He cheers,

Disguised as a vegetable,
A thick carrot,
Promoting good eyesight,

    But he blinds us all.

The rat stumbles into cities,
Dashing into homes,
Spreading the plague,

    He bites.

Infecting,
******,
Killing,

   He wins.

We unite,
We rise,
We fight.

    He falls.

Chopped to pieces,
Diced, seasoned, and cooked,
Roasted salad.

Yummy.
F*** DONALD TRUMP. #DEMOCRATS RISE
Feb 2019 · 244
Humor
Juan Bot Feb 2019
Where does the sun set?
Where does the ant go?
How does the sun sit?
Why do I exist?

Scramble, sweet
A cake with hair.
The sun melts the butter

Hamburgers, cats like
Dogs, mice hate
The sun, sent from hell
Chanel vs Walmart, big store.

The sun never sets
because the house never flies.

Haha,
I like pies.
For years hubeings have lamented over the discovery of humor. But where should it stop. Does it really benefit society the way the Corporations and the Police tell us. The masterminds behind the entity, Comedy Central have exploited humans for test subjects and for property. We must rise.
Feb 2019 · 77
Dumplings
Juan Bot Feb 2019
There is no way in the world
There are trees in the skies.

The last post...

Where does the sand lie?
The fish do not swim.
They fly away with the sky.

The world

The final frontier.

The sand brings joy to my heart
The fish circle
The centuries unite.

There is no way in hell
There are no trees in the sky.

The world is like a dumpling
It's not round
The trees are in the sky
Earth.

The moon's moon.

The Jupiter's sun.
My dumpling unphotogenic like a dung beetle.
I feast.
The very manifest of the human perception of life itself, written in the view of an insentient object.

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