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AJ Robertson Mar 2013
bespeckled, blotched & blokey
feminine in aspects
only little ****** hair patches
two chins,
or rather a sloped one
the front evenly declining to the middle of the throat
a gradual ***** from the tip, for juices to run if his manner and situation allowed him to be as casual and sloppy as his laziness chose,

torso without form, so there was no curvature on the buttocks or the fly region.
a mass
a blob of bulges on spindly legs

he leans on the wall
stubby in hand he balks
(he means jovial but unintentionally he vocalises mockery)
at the suggestion that the Pies will do better
& that Eddie is a clever man due for thanks, who has done his club well (apparently a straight Aussie arrow tried and true!)

the man ***** his head back & cackles
(the trebly popping bubbles of a gala crackle outwards as the man cackles)
& decides his arms need a rest,
(a long day of up and down they have had indeed, they deserve respect, or rest (or a benching))
  so he places his beer down
on a sloped surface,
& therefore it slips down….

he sees it plummeting, he stretches toward it's tragic trajectory,
…..but he is too slow
it smashes
on his foot (the shards) the beer bottle it transfigures,
and the shards they impart their misery on his toes.  
The shards they intrude on his relaxed state of wellbeing, they intrude on the security sanctioned within the casual footwear of a man at a barbecue; taking it easy.
he swears and hops, reaching in indignation for his bleeding toes
he holds the wound cursing; resisting the impulse to begin convulsive throws
(an oscar worthy performance from a usually suburbaly urbane individual)

the moisture feels degrading
(as it would within a man's pants)
the pain from the cuts it is worsened
by the smirking gazes of others about

he hobbles, disregarding his thong in the wreckage of the scene

off to retrieve a band aid
to mend his ego
and his foot
simultaneously
L B  Mar 2018
Another Nor'easter
L B Mar 2018
Another Nor'easter
dims the sky
while it makes its plans
to howl all night
getting rough with spring
under white drifting blankets
crushing her crocuses
benching her robins
yet again
hmm...This went somewhere all by itself.
Robert Guerrero Aug 2013
I'm not benching 290 for nothing
It's easier than cutting cake
More natural than breathing
Yet recently my shoulders
Are bearing to much
Unloaded all at one time
I'm caving in from head to toe
I don't need a spotter
I need old friends
The ones I turned to
When times got rough
When weights were over bearing
When I just wanted to rack the weight
Take a shower and drink a powerade
Yet they're gone
Nowhere to be found
Guess I'm all alone again
Suffocating tonight between the weight
And my blood stained pillow
Saige Detomas Jun 2017
When I was a sophomore I was convinced I had ADD
I would sit in Biology and burn holes in the teachers head with my focusing eyes
But inevitably my mind shifted like a car put in neutral
And rolled away
And when I noticed I always tried to shift back but I became so focused on putting my mind back into gear that I always missed what the teacher was trying to tell me
I took these concerns to my doctor who sent me to the woman with the magnifying glass to peer into my brain and discover why it wasn't functioning properly
To give me the right kind of medicine
But She didn't show me the broken gear shift of a person whose mind flits from thought to flower like a butterfly
Instead she showed me the lead jacket that is my depression
The jacket wasn't heavy enough to lift off with a mechanical crane of antidepressants
So this woman promised to teach me to take it off in my own
But my jacket was strong like bungee cords,
And when I thought I took off my jacket
It snapped back to me, pulling itself on my shoulders
And tightening itself on my ribs until it hurt to breathe
And people tried to help me take it off but I was so angry
So irrationally angry because the jackets on their shoulders were more like windbreakers, they were there but they didn’t really seem to affect anything
And  I wouldn't let myself take off the jacket
If they could hold their own
So could I
And so I covered it with a colorful poncho,
I faked happiness
I Pushed my lips up like a bodybuilder benching his maximum weight
with his arms trembling and back arching
I smiled and I did it so well that people didn't notice the sloping of my shoulders or the way I dropped into chairs shaking with effort and crumpling like paper
And what almost killed me
Made me weaker
I was afraid to be by myself
That the pain would be too much and
That since it hurt so much to breathe I might decide to stop breathing all together
there would be days that my legs would hurt too much to stand
so I would have to lay down in the shower letting the
water push away the pain
There would be days when the jacket turned into a blanket in my mind
It was always hardest to be around people those days  
Those days when my skin burned blue
and as much as I caked on makeup to cover it
I wondered why no one cared enough to wipe it away
I let my mind convince me that my acting skills weren’t that good
That no one noticed because no one cared
But that was a lie
I’m still wearing my jacket and it would be foolish to pretend that its
Easy for me to take off,
But with my community around me,
I don’t need a lighter jacket, because I have stronger shoulders
Mr Xelle  Apr 2015
The SuperBug
Mr Xelle Apr 2015
Whats all that talking?
Guess I'm just bugging.
I'm Feeling the weight of my Future  I'm benching the Future I'm guessing..

Sitting Behind Me,
I can't remember the past if you let me I can stay in the chapter when I'm walking back to that story.
Insect in my mind whats all that talking?!
guess I'm just bugging..
Guess I'm just bugging..
I need to start trusting...
I need love to calming down from complaining..
I'm sitting right Next to Heaven with no keys it's Like sexting...
Freeing Me From Myself, God opens Doors I can't so please don't ask me.
I'm asking you to pray for me...I'll pray for you..End of Story.

Killed the bug but isn't it funny  that was my only friend on earth Ha..Guess I'm just bugging.
amen.
Bright lights every nights
Shining over dead mentalities
Fatalities soon to be a reality
In another state of mind is my locality
Situtions looking hectic
Switching henchmen with the trigger selected
From semi to auto somebody's gotta go
Another one dead by the feds
It ain't about the bread its about what's being fed
Check the front of the head
Lines stories all In the same line
Wither be good or bad
They want you to follow tragedies fad
Got diseases forming out the air
No one cares we just stop and stare
I see a guns glare
Check my head and shoulders
Its still there
Maybe it's a nightmare
Naw it ain't but I can't
Shake these demons leaning on me
Everywhere
Things ain't what it seem no more
The way to only make peace is war
Bunch gore from the distance
Sick of the nonsense
My hearts growing intense
See the inmates punching the fence
Tryna gotta grip on liberty but liberty
Ain't never did **** for me
Cuz to many people s l double e p
Desert storms with no warning
So folks prepare for scorning
Early morning
Got officers at every corner of ya house looking to douse
Ya with a barrage of bullets
They say it ain't the color of skin
Well? Why I always see my color tucked in
A casket break chains of the plantation no more hesitation
I'm creating .a force so beautiful
Attract intellects like money
Attracts to evil stunts like knivel
Am I reaching ya brain yet
I'm a mental terrorist
Considered the greatest poet
To ever exist
Cuz I don't take no mess
Like papa who's gone stop tha
Train once yosef brings the pain
Insane
Off the top of the dome
Can't go to sleep now
Til I touch a funeral home
I refuse to die
I'm on a mission sent from one of my visions
I see elite souls get a lynching
Got my weight no benching
Politics head itching
Cuz I'm thinking of a plan
To demolish the whole world
No diamonds no pearls
Making kings and queens
Out of boys and girls
Take back what's our ghetto star
Cuz all eyes are
On the magnificent yosef
Open ya up like an explosive
But most rather be dead
Than alive mentally but spiritually I'm awoken G follow me
So we can conquer fears destiny
Stay awake for ya soul might weap
if ya go to sleep sleep sleep sleep
Daan  Feb 2015
Fact
Daan Feb 2015
I tell myself to care less
about losing to someone else
and start winning for myself.
The biggest treasure a man can find
is sudden knowledge of his own relief
and elation, happiness, money or relation
or the broken being benching by brothers before baffled
station.
Get well soon, my broken tragedy.
I lost the need to project my point of view onto others long ago.
forcing things will only cause reactation.
Move to a faster blade, swift ears, catch the musical, serenades,
It's like dollar stand lemonades, prices laid, we being played,
Amongst the *****, of confusion enrolled, out the institution,
So many using, the youths mind for their, own boosting,
Soft society, eyeing me, but what about the, forged legacy,
The boomers, setting the degrees then, blame the economy,
Millenials and Gen Z, but I see the pies, of piece, cold release,
Shots of fire, see the flash of a Messiah, am I reaching higher,
My conscious desires, the better things in life, void the strife,
They say, I was born with three strikes, slash like nikes,
Take my bike, every where I go, to take a look, at the globe,
Sun, looking like a fiery disco, as slow sip, the mojito,
Feel the stings in my mojo, soon to be in slow, mo let the cycle,
Break every, evil scenario, ice cream seen, a blind man cling,
Onto the sights, of happiness, and there I planted, fist, so crisp,
It's hard to break, a wishlist, drink malt liquor, til I ****,
Out the verses, viva la worses, bella bella nutella, rock modellas,
Helter skelter, put on the face of map, bold words all caps,
See victory collapse, thought the world, was gonna relapse,
Perhaps, I'm just in my own destiny, the pains, dreading me,
Carefully, watch the swiss watch, ticks n tocks, see the stocks,
Of heartbeats, getting ready to drop, corona, still at the top,
Never ending, folks pretending, Dean Koontz, gave ya an incision,
Brains is lynching, folks claiming they, players but benching,
Stings, of the golden bronze, honey blondes, sitting under cons,
Rebel X, my rolex, I thought the world, was involved round ***,
Mic check, see what's next, too many folks, guilted plex,
It's too much, stress , to be going round, around downtown,
With julie, yeah she's a cutie, babygirl, knows the duty,
Cant keep a chick, if she's unruly, sounds of the toolie,
Streets of rage, so many feelings in a cage, outrage, crazed,
By the medias, black propaganda, take a deep, gander,
Amongst, the seas of chaos, squids leeching, a coin toss,
Equals rights, ain't nothing a but a plight, to ****, civil rights,
Man down, stand down, hold my *****, with Ebenezer crown,
Six feet in the ground, there I lays, keep my legacy, in stays,
Twenty guns, salute with the liquor to finish,the final scoop,
Rejoicing, with the demons and angels, in every angle,
Of light, to darkness heights, saw Michael and Raphael,
Holding chariots of hell, see how the earth fail, ahhhhhh hell,
There I stare, with a cigar lit, waiting at the gates, of jail,
Am I still alive, even in the perdition, or is just another fairytale,
I used to count my tears, before the scents of fear, lurked from the rear,
Then appeared, a mighty man standin, about 25 ft tall, yo I thought I had it all, tryna be a big shot with no *****,
Got my early call, I'm thinking was it, god tryna carry me home early,
Yo God, I ain't ready to leave my family, with many tears, flooding the streams,
Tilt over the lever beam, now every thing feels like a cling,
On my soul, tryna avoid the evil rings, leeched to hells sibling,
I'm dribbling, down the lane see the happiness exposed as a bless,
Just another test, in the day of the flesh,
Fresh steps, outside of east Texas,
Intellect gorgeous, largely floored so you cant ignore us, dangerous,
As bus a bus, suckaz laying calcus, but cant  confuse us, im too notorious,
B I to da double G, I see where I was full, now you holding the E why,
Walks like Eli, stay with a mental supply, of ammo, stretched ya vocals to a soprano, when I let go of the forty fours,
Point man like Babe Ruth, spitting the truth, I been connected, ever since I dug up the roots,
Captain loot, been shaming for the faming, I take aim and, as I'm laying,
In position ready to break the commission, hold ya head, it's a lyrical lynching,
Top player, never benching haters pitching, just listen, to the tunes of a goon,
Dont worry G, you'll be home soon,
Clouds gathered together for the weather
It looks like they had a confrontation
About the rainy situation out come creations
Stormy destination played by the unseen masons
Facing my spiritual probation stations
Channeled at minus zero below freezing
None live creature breathing winds cleaving
Around the aero-dynamics got **** it
They can't stand it as I romance it
Flex my finger tips against nature's lips flips
The script tryna miss the tales from the crypt
Anita was the baddest baker **** shaker
Heart breaker to the adversary maker
I'm one of the fallen chosen from the Creator
Devils rode dually pack with macks fully
Looking for an early release mobbed to a crease
Body released energized the underworld
Tilt the swirl earth falling off the physical curl
Minds ain't holding up the cup of blood
Life was given it was already written by kittens
Boxing with mittens really flexing chickens
Kitchen of *** heaters never burned the licking
Watch the wanna be champs pitch in
But ain't prepared for my benching clenching  
The title of champion let us be dons bonds
Holding with the numbers folding scolding
The penny-pinchers small time hitters
Getting jitters from hot led barrel spitters
Master splinter numbchuck lyricist purist
Art form catch my brain storm rain bands
Spans over two hundred miles foul smiles
Peeped by the greedy owl girls blow my pop
Let the weasle turn diesel i see through
Trauma and chaos if all else is lost
I'll take a loss to be under boss floss
On the baddest beats with no inks
Blinks fast as a flash scrap up cash
Ski mask figure fore play no delay blast
Spinning Tax destruction sound the percussion
Adam  Aug 2019
7
Adam Aug 2019
7
Seven deadly sins,
Seven ways to win,
Seven open gates to hell,
Summon all ye in…

Greed is but a manacle
A shackle of the soul,
A simple, tiny spectacle
Like jewelry out of coal’s,
Just enough to incite
Jealousy bereft of thought,
Void of any respite
Lest it be divinely taught.

Envy’s what I’d wished it be;
I want, what you have got,
Love and health, prosperity,
Fills up that empty spot.
Seething, as I know, not I
Doth have that for myself,
Green is but another eye
Of one more sinful elf.

Pride tells me I'm perfect
Yet I have no benching mark,
I'll feign a type of respect
Insincere, and yet so stark.
Resent; that I am godly
And I am the only one,
Who’ll ever really be me
Every other-one I shun.

Gluttony’s a cancer
Seeping deep inside of thee,
As vacuous an answer
As the tale of bird and bee,
Confuses every sinew
Of my ever wanting will,
Finding as I imbue
Ever more, the less it fills.

Wrath is vitriolic,
Manifesting in a rage,
Hellishly historic
And unable to assuage,
Pangs of utter rancor
Like inside of a McCoy,
Held in, like an anchor
Serving only to annoy.

Sloth is but a bother,
Must I really wake; arise?
Can't I find another,
Simple way, to vitalize?
The lethargy I harbor
Saturating every bone,
Seems to be the arbor
Of another sin I own.

Lust is lorded over
Every other sin before,
Where even Casanova
Can be turned into a *****,
It doesn't seem to matter
Be it avarice or pride,
Even saints can shatter
When they let the sin inside.

Seven angels flew,
Seven demons knew,
Seven tiny ways to turn,
Sins into virtues…

Seven dark and days,
Seven men, and clay,
Seventh, to the second is
Seven other ways...

Charity is giving
Even if we can't afford,
To aid another’s living
For whatever the reward,
Addicted to the feeling
Of a satisfying want,
Happily appealing,
To a virtuous détente!

Kindness isn't easy,
But, surprisingly; it is,
Polarizing envy,
And resulting in a kiss,
Bringing all together,
Every culture, born apart,
Clipping to the tether
And rejoicing in a heart.

Humility is nascent,
And it lies in every man,
Siblingly adjacent,
Vying for an upper hand,
Finding fallibility,
Is central to us all,
Strength, is the ability
To overcome the gall.

Temperance is chemo,
For a gluttonous habit,
Mostly incognito,
Underwhelming and rabid.
Curbing every impulse,
That we have, to satiate,
Sitting out the very waltz
Meant to ameliorate.

Patience is the lifting
Of an anchor weighing down,
Set a-sail, and drifting,
So the anger doesn't drown,
An unresigned behaviour
Like a stoic tolerance,
Pleasing all, in favour
Of another second chance.

Diligence is known by
A resounding scrutiny,
Even in my own eye
It compels the slovenly,
Who’ll revive the luster,
Of an eon once before,
And tentatively muster
Absolution’s very core.

Chastity’s a virtue
Maybe antiquated now,
Purity's own purview
Seems unwilling to allow
An amalgamation
Of one's body and of heart,
Hereto the formation
Of a marital restart.

Seven ways to lose,
Seven secret clues,
Seven simple sacraments,
Seldom do they chose…
This is the beginning of a suite of 7 poems I am going to write.
First poem is the 7 sins
Second is the 7 virtues
Third (working on now) 7 punishments
Fourth 7 arch Angels
Fifth 7 wonders of the world (natural)
Sixth 7 wonders of the world (manmade)
Seventh - haven't worked that out yet

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