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lurking in every place that others, who also  pose as poets, lurk in--disguised as human beings--rather ineffectively. Not even as good at deception as terrorists do but they do manage easily to deceive themselves.. Writing in simplistic rhymes,their inexperienced and shallow observations, that are made with the blindfold of truth over their eyes. Pretententious juvenile and middle aged posturers, that write excretable  prose about their shallow juvenile longings, to possess another completely,and always call it " love poetry". Begging for a mummy or daddy figure to "love" them, and thereby give their miserable existences value and validation,energy-sucks one and all . Crying out in immature and verbally comatose stanzas, insisting that they are not to blame, not me guv!--never met him before!, can I hand you another nail?.. Still afraid of the "roaming soldiers" in our midst, the paramilitaries of the Oligarchies that rule everywhere. On their knees beseeching the one they met momentarily, and who has walked away from them, heaving with laughter at their chauvinism and sexism and lack of integrity and lack of truthfulness. Begging their various "gods" and "goddesses"to return to their grasping and possessive conditional love the *** object that rfejects them.. "Poets"(very few of them here and I am not a "poet") expose these thieves of others integrity and truthfulness,to the ridicule they deserve, for trying to twist the shining shimmering slender thread of unconditional love into a for life shackle of the conditional attachment that they call love . Whether they be Heterosexual or Homosexual/Lesbian or Bisexual is if no account to these testosterone  fuelled inhabitants of the ****** free zone. "Be all mine" they cry out piteously. "You cant leave me like this" they cry unceasingly as if some fictional "god"or "goddess" will fasten the shackle around the "beloveds" ankle. What a lot of horse **** to dip your quill into.
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 1:07 AM UTC
There are a lot of pretentious poseurs
lurking in every place that others, who also  pose as poets, lurk in--disguised as human beings--rather ineffectively. Not even as good at deception as terrorists do but they do manage easily to deceive themselves.. Writing in simplistic rhymes,their inexperienced and shallow observations, that are made with the blindfold of truth over their eyes. Pretententious juvenile and middle aged posturers, that write excretable  prose about their shallow juvenile longings, to possess another completely,and always call it " love poetry". Begging for a mummy or daddy figure to "love" them, and thereby give their miserable existences value and validation,energy-sucks one and all . Crying out in immature and verbally comatose stanzas, insisting that they are not to blame, not me guv!--never met him before!, can I hand you another nail?.. Still afraid of the "roaming soldiers" in our midst, the paramilitaries of the Oligarchies that rule everywhere. On their knees beseeching the one they met momentarily, and who has walked away from them, heaving with laughter at their chauvinism and sexism and lack of integrity and lack of truthfulness. Begging their various "gods" and "goddesses"to return to their grasping and possessive conditional love the *** object that rfejects them.. "Poets"(very few of them here and I am not a "poet") expose these thieves of others integrity and truthfulness,to the ridicule they deserve, for trying to twist the shining shimmering slender thread of unconditional love into a for life shackle of the conditional attachment that they call love . Whether they be Heterosexual or Homosexual/Lesbian or Bisexual is if no account to these testosterone  fuelled inhabitants of the ****** free zone. "Be all mine" they cry out piteously. "You cant leave me like this" they cry unceasingly as if some fictional "god"or "goddess" will fasten the shackle around the "beloveds" ankle. What a lot of horse **** to dip your quill into.
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 1:07 AM UTC
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