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I love poetry and writing in general. Although my poetry may not be very advanced, I hope it’s worth a read.
Poems
Mateuš Conrad Aug 2018
stalker
Mateuš Conrad
Aug 2018
kate beckinsale & anne hathaway
can speak
the name... matthew all
day long...
and right into the night...
i'll try to fall asleep...
must be an Oedipus complex
sort of thing,
in primary school my school
friends thought that my
mother had the visage for
sandra bullock...
ha ha! good luck to the men fathering
daughters!
you ever find it easier
to pet casts, and cage tigers?!
**** me...
my shatten is soliloquy central...
i drink to excess and
listen to excess erotica latex ****
music...
and then? do nothing about it...
i like cinema...
**** me...
a fetish for leather that extends
past a ******...
i would have asked her sincere self:
can we drop the ******
so that i might attire myself
in gimp?
she evidently replied
a no with her 19 years of existence...
oh... under-baked apple pie
my dear...
ha ha!
no, i have more cherries
to pick, i''m beyond stalking some famous grimace...
you are here .
and i?
. am here...
who needs the excess of
quasi-journalistic coverage anyway?
that transitioning harem
of rock stars...
like Kafka said:
i'll be waiting for something
i never had,
and missing it,
by never having touched
a peek behind the curtain...
i'll wait... for what i could never have...
and within the confines
of what i could never have,
i'll settle for what i can already, have.
kate beckinsale & anne hathaway
can speak the name matthew
all day long, and i won't mind...
would i be the one following them?
train-spotting....
taxi counts...
******* crows that
croak mid-flight count...
the number of canadian geese
in b-54 formation
migrating come mid-autumn...
geek without the cartoons...
push me...
keep pushing...
i want the shove
and the ****** wording of auto-suggestive
courting of -
courtesy...
thank you...
i'd rather stalk my own shadow...
looking out for the plot-line of
an eased out **** doing the olympic
gold medal dive into
the crapper pool,
via analyzing the shadow of plop
pop gold...
zero splash...
a ******* harmonium
on the neck of a Polish teenager,
traveling on a Warsaw tram
to reach a girl who...
was counting petals,
and the worth(s) of considering
the concise surmount of love...
yeah... next time?
i'll be the one used to invigorating
the stance on stalking
one's own shadow...
why?
because i fidget...
i get all jerky...
the hype instigator
movement...
******* a woman
like a piston of a car's momentum...
does it really matter?
i thought the Madonna-***** complex
wasn't a man-"thing"?
if man owns the Freudian Oedipus
complex...
does man also have to lend in his
strap-on dictum for the
Madonna-***** complex?
so...
that's not a wholly woman "thing"?
she's doesn't own that
complex?
it's man's fault?!
i know the Rastafarian Putin
isn't rasp -
but you know that Israeli ******
are better than the Russian ones...
so the story goes...
which kinda explains...
impotent with women trapped
within the Madonna-***** complex...
with Bulgarian prostitutes?
a limp **** only, and only when
i forgot to trim my ***** hair,
my Eden...
i have the Oedipus complex...
am i also responsible for
the Madonna-***** complex?!
really?
you sure that women
are not supposed to attend to question
this trans-schizophrenic,
squint / split /
dichotomy?
prior mothers,
that prerequisite motherhood
with the basis of ******* themselves...
the Madonna-***** complex
is outside the realm of the male constraint /
castration of rules...
i already mentioned it...
i couldn't be circumcised...
protruding veins, that met at the zenith
of the *******...
if they circumcised me...
i would have bled to death...
the, "crime" of ******* is
a lot easier to handle...
if you haven't been circumcised...
because?
circumcision is a motivational tactic...
you are... technically... not allowed
to ******* once you've been
circumcised...
you're free, to *******...
if you haven't been circumcised...
as a male...
no problem...
problem of ******* comes...
when you persist in the act...
but you don't actually possess the excess
skin, that might allow you
the prime, solipsistic act...
ergo?
******* is worth a justified critique...
ONLY, and only IF...
you've been circumcised...
sorry if you have...
notably because?
your priest isn't a rabbi...
and there's no fiddler on the roof
matchmaker song
to boot.
oh no, there's no problem with the act
of *******...
but there is... if you have been
circumcised...
why?
during ******* i used to pull my *******
back...
and **** with an unsheathed
****...
but in private?
the ******* was rolled back on,
to counter the imitation of experiencing ****
***... with a clenched fist.
can speak
the name... matthew all
day long...
and right into the night...
i'll try to fall asleep...
must be an Oedipus complex
sort of thing,
in primary school my school
friends thought that my
mother had the visage for
sandra bullock...
ha ha! good luck to the men fathering
daughters!
you ever find it easier
to pet casts, and cage tigers?!
**** me...
my shatten is soliloquy central...
i drink to excess and
listen to excess erotica latex ****
music...
and then? do nothing about it...
i like cinema...
**** me...
a fetish for leather that extends
past a ******...
i would have asked her sincere self:
can we drop the ******
so that i might attire myself
in gimp?
she evidently replied
a no with her 19 years of existence...
oh... under-baked apple pie
my dear...
ha ha!
no, i have more cherries
to pick, i''m beyond stalking some famous grimace...
you are here .
and i?
. am here...
who needs the excess of
quasi-journalistic coverage anyway?
that transitioning harem
of rock stars...
like Kafka said:
i'll be waiting for something
i never had,
and missing it,
by never having touched
a peek behind the curtain...
i'll wait... for what i could never have...
and within the confines
of what i could never have,
i'll settle for what i can already, have.
kate beckinsale & anne hathaway
can speak the name matthew
all day long, and i won't mind...
would i be the one following them?
train-spotting....
taxi counts...
******* crows that
croak mid-flight count...
the number of canadian geese
in b-54 formation
migrating come mid-autumn...
geek without the cartoons...
push me...
keep pushing...
i want the shove
and the ****** wording of auto-suggestive
courting of -
courtesy...
thank you...
i'd rather stalk my own shadow...
looking out for the plot-line of
an eased out **** doing the olympic
gold medal dive into
the crapper pool,
via analyzing the shadow of plop
pop gold...
zero splash...
a ******* harmonium
on the neck of a Polish teenager,
traveling on a Warsaw tram
to reach a girl who...
was counting petals,
and the worth(s) of considering
the concise surmount of love...
yeah... next time?
i'll be the one used to invigorating
the stance on stalking
one's own shadow...
why?
because i fidget...
i get all jerky...
the hype instigator
movement...
******* a woman
like a piston of a car's momentum...
does it really matter?
i thought the Madonna-***** complex
wasn't a man-"thing"?
if man owns the Freudian Oedipus
complex...
does man also have to lend in his
strap-on dictum for the
Madonna-***** complex?
so...
that's not a wholly woman "thing"?
she's doesn't own that
complex?
it's man's fault?!
i know the Rastafarian Putin
isn't rasp -
but you know that Israeli ******
are better than the Russian ones...
so the story goes...
which kinda explains...
impotent with women trapped
within the Madonna-***** complex...
with Bulgarian prostitutes?
a limp **** only, and only when
i forgot to trim my ***** hair,
my Eden...
i have the Oedipus complex...
am i also responsible for
the Madonna-***** complex?!
really?
you sure that women
are not supposed to attend to question
this trans-schizophrenic,
squint / split /
dichotomy?
prior mothers,
that prerequisite motherhood
with the basis of ******* themselves...
the Madonna-***** complex
is outside the realm of the male constraint /
castration of rules...
i already mentioned it...
i couldn't be circumcised...
protruding veins, that met at the zenith
of the *******...
if they circumcised me...
i would have bled to death...
the, "crime" of ******* is
a lot easier to handle...
if you haven't been circumcised...
because?
circumcision is a motivational tactic...
you are... technically... not allowed
to ******* once you've been
circumcised...
you're free, to *******...
if you haven't been circumcised...
as a male...
no problem...
problem of ******* comes...
when you persist in the act...
but you don't actually possess the excess
skin, that might allow you
the prime, solipsistic act...
ergo?
******* is worth a justified critique...
ONLY, and only IF...
you've been circumcised...
sorry if you have...
notably because?
your priest isn't a rabbi...
and there's no fiddler on the roof
matchmaker song
to boot.
oh no, there's no problem with the act
of *******...
but there is... if you have been
circumcised...
why?
during ******* i used to pull my *******
back...
and **** with an unsheathed
****...
but in private?
the ******* was rolled back on,
to counter the imitation of experiencing ****
***... with a clenched fist.
Cyril Blythe Oct 2012
Veronica, Stolen
Cyril Blythe
Oct 2012
“…the grandfather’s camera with the last pictures of the youngest Colorado theatre shooting victim was stolen and the family’s sorrow has compounded…”*
Veronica, why did you love Anne Hathaway
And why did you not go refill the popcorn,
Veronica? You ate it all during the previews
Though I warned your stomach would hurt.
Sweet Veronica, how did you know to hate Bane
And why did you not go to the bathroom,
My dear. The hand-dryer’s scream is loud
But it dries, unlike your wetting, red screech.
Veronica, why did you insist that you were old enough
For this fate? And how could I have agreed,
Cold Veronica. Pigtails were meant to be springy,
Not limp with blood, Pepsi, and regret.
The Bullets.
The Cape.
The damning shot
Would have slapped
Even Batman
Dead.
Young Veronica, why is the memory of you
And your innocent flesh fading fast,
To red Veronica? Wet too young and too alive
For the four-foot long coffin we buried.
Yesterday.
Cop lights.
My camera with
The last shots of you
“Stolen, sir.”
Wail, Veronica from the camera screen
In the hands of this thief, oh, convince him,
Stab, Veronica, with your pixilated smile
Until the guilt brings your smile home, to my eyes.
Veronica, why did you love Anne Hathaway
And why did you not go refill the popcorn,
Veronica? You ate it all during the previews
Though I warned your stomach would hurt.
Sweet Veronica, how did you know to hate Bane
And why did you not go to the bathroom,
My dear. The hand-dryer’s scream is loud
But it dries, unlike your wetting, red screech.
Veronica, why did you insist that you were old enough
For this fate? And how could I have agreed,
Cold Veronica. Pigtails were meant to be springy,
Not limp with blood, Pepsi, and regret.
The Bullets.
The Cape.
The damning shot
Would have slapped
Even Batman
Dead.
Young Veronica, why is the memory of you
And your innocent flesh fading fast,
To red Veronica? Wet too young and too alive
For the four-foot long coffin we buried.
Yesterday.
Cop lights.
My camera with
The last shots of you
“Stolen, sir.”
Wail, Veronica from the camera screen
In the hands of this thief, oh, convince him,
Stab, Veronica, with your pixilated smile
Until the guilt brings your smile home, to my eyes.
Johnny Noiπ
Oct 2018
The Ash Street Jail, housing inmates from Bristol County,
is located in New Bedford. Opening in 1829, it is the oldest
continuously operating jail in the United States.
Krista DelleFemine › Visual Culture
I prefer being a girl. I'm so grateful I'm not a man.
no one root for the 49s; 0%
Krista Delle Femine liked Visual Culture
1 | million people agree in a million minutes;
culture is born of the cacophony
of female millipedes doing the work of nature;
they register the ghosts that enter Sheol,
I'm w/ u; | we have our tickets & passports,
& invitations to the whirling dervish party;
My, oh, my! in one room she's showing b/w I Dream
of Jeannie episodes
showing ancient ancient
California Beach Dreams of ancient ancient Baghdad
Krista DelleFemine › New Bedford Money
The AIDS capital of America; That was New Bedford's
standout characteristic a couple years back.
Nearly wiped off the map by ***
Before the 17th century, the Wampanoag,
who had settlements throughout southeastern Massachusetts
& Rhode Island, including Martha's Vineyard & Nantucket,
were the only inhabitants of the lands along the Acushnet River.
Their population is believed to have been about 12,000;
While exploring New England, Bartholomew
Gosnold landed on Cuttyhunk Island on May 15, 1602;
From there, he explored Cape Cod & the neighboring areas,
including the site of present-day New Bedford. However,
rather than settle the area, he returned to England at the request of his crew;
Europeans first settled New Bedford in 1652.
English Plymouth Colony settlers purchased the land
from chief Massasoit of the Wampanoag tribe.
Whether the transfer of the land was legitimately
done has been the subject of intense controversy.
Like other native tribes, the Wampanoags
did not share the settlers' concepts of private property.
The tribe may have believed they were granting usage rights
to the land, not giving it up permanently;
The settlers used the land to build the colonial town
of Old Dartmouth (which encompassed not only present-day
Dartmouth, but also present-day New Bedford, Acushnet,
Fairhaven, and Westport). A section of Old Dartmouth
near the west bank of the Acushnet River,
originally called Bedford Village, was officially incorporated
as the town of New Bedford in 1787
after the American Revolutionary War.
The name was suggested by the Russell family,
who were prominent citizens of the community.
The Dukes of Bedford, a leading English aristocratic house,
also bore the surname Russell; Bedford, Massachusetts
having already been incorporated by 1787; hence "New" Bedford;
The late-18th century was a time of growth for the town.
New Bedford's first newspaper, The Medley
also known
as the New Bedford Marine Journal, was founded in 1792;
On June 12, 1792, the town set up its first post office.
William Tobey was its first postmaster. The construction of a bridge; originally a toll bridge,
between New Bedford & present-day Fairhaven in 1796 also spurred growth; Fairhaven separated from New Bedford in 1812;
forming an independent town that included
present-day Fairhaven & present-day Acushnet;
In 1847 the town of New Bedford officially became a city;
Abraham Hathaway Howland was elected the first mayor;
At approximately the same time,
New Bedford began to supplant
Nantucket as the nation's preeminent whaling port,
thanks to its deeper harbor & location on the mainland.
Whaling dominated the economy of the city for much of the century;
Many families of the city were involved
| as the officers & crews of ships
is located in New Bedford. Opening in 1829, it is the oldest
continuously operating jail in the United States.
Krista DelleFemine › Visual Culture
I prefer being a girl. I'm so grateful I'm not a man.
no one root for the 49s; 0%
Krista Delle Femine liked Visual Culture
1 | million people agree in a million minutes;
culture is born of the cacophony
of female millipedes doing the work of nature;
they register the ghosts that enter Sheol,
I'm w/ u; | we have our tickets & passports,
& invitations to the whirling dervish party;
My, oh, my! in one room she's showing b/w I Dream
of Jeannie episodes
showing ancient ancient
California Beach Dreams of ancient ancient Baghdad
Krista DelleFemine › New Bedford Money
The AIDS capital of America; That was New Bedford's
standout characteristic a couple years back.
Nearly wiped off the map by ***
Before the 17th century, the Wampanoag,
who had settlements throughout southeastern Massachusetts
& Rhode Island, including Martha's Vineyard & Nantucket,
were the only inhabitants of the lands along the Acushnet River.
Their population is believed to have been about 12,000;
While exploring New England, Bartholomew
Gosnold landed on Cuttyhunk Island on May 15, 1602;
From there, he explored Cape Cod & the neighboring areas,
including the site of present-day New Bedford. However,
rather than settle the area, he returned to England at the request of his crew;
Europeans first settled New Bedford in 1652.
English Plymouth Colony settlers purchased the land
from chief Massasoit of the Wampanoag tribe.
Whether the transfer of the land was legitimately
done has been the subject of intense controversy.
Like other native tribes, the Wampanoags
did not share the settlers' concepts of private property.
The tribe may have believed they were granting usage rights
to the land, not giving it up permanently;
The settlers used the land to build the colonial town
of Old Dartmouth (which encompassed not only present-day
Dartmouth, but also present-day New Bedford, Acushnet,
Fairhaven, and Westport). A section of Old Dartmouth
near the west bank of the Acushnet River,
originally called Bedford Village, was officially incorporated
as the town of New Bedford in 1787
after the American Revolutionary War.
The name was suggested by the Russell family,
who were prominent citizens of the community.
The Dukes of Bedford, a leading English aristocratic house,
also bore the surname Russell; Bedford, Massachusetts
having already been incorporated by 1787; hence "New" Bedford;
The late-18th century was a time of growth for the town.
New Bedford's first newspaper, The Medley
also known
as the New Bedford Marine Journal, was founded in 1792;
On June 12, 1792, the town set up its first post office.
William Tobey was its first postmaster. The construction of a bridge; originally a toll bridge,
between New Bedford & present-day Fairhaven in 1796 also spurred growth; Fairhaven separated from New Bedford in 1812;
forming an independent town that included
present-day Fairhaven & present-day Acushnet;
In 1847 the town of New Bedford officially became a city;
Abraham Hathaway Howland was elected the first mayor;
At approximately the same time,
New Bedford began to supplant
Nantucket as the nation's preeminent whaling port,
thanks to its deeper harbor & location on the mainland.
Whaling dominated the economy of the city for much of the century;
Many families of the city were involved
| as the officers & crews of ships
KDF & wikipedia