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Danielle Rose Oct 2012
Once she was called storm
her wrath was pure fury
yet cleansing and vital
her nature can be unforgiving
but she would always settle
At times her calm was just
an illusion
The eye of a systematic
cyclone

Once they called her raven
feeding on dead sheep
coercing with wolves
adorned in mystery
hidden behind her long black hair
whispering messages from the gods

Once they called her firefly
her interal beauty shinned in the darkness
although by day she looked rather average
by night her light was pure inspiration
and many tried to catch her as she passed

Many names
many places
many loves
many decievers

but even at her worst they rendered
her beautiful

she's "Too crazy to live,too rare to die."

And all aspects still live
in my heart and mind
a spirit that never dissipates
with time but morphs
into a new name or kind.
The quote I put into this poem was said by Hunter Thompson.One of the craziest of my idols but I first heard it from a friend whom was saying goodbye to me.Those exact words were his last and I havent seen him since.His nickname for me?...Lunatic.
On Wednesday's end,
The great wolf has his fill,
The doom of the deities,
The submerging of the hill,
On Wednesday's end,
Dead, Golden decievers call,
The doom of the deities,
The day that thunder falls,
On Wednesday's end,
The serpent stirs the sea,
The doom of the deities,
The groaning of the tree,
On Wednesday's end,
The Sun is born anew,
The twilight of the deities,
The day the eagle flew,
On Wednesday's end,
The great wolf breathes his last,
The doom of the great snake,
The time of the Gods now past.
Rah Fullmetal Dec 2011
We are the pretenders, the decievers
I am a lover, a believer
We are the manufacturers of wrong, of wrought
I am a man who has preached, and also taught
We are providing the means known to divide
I am a man that can't be bought, I put no price on pride
We are a formation formed from shadows, from shrouds
I am a man that has woken up and saw my country, my town
in flames and fury, baked by the disease of propaganda
We have tried, failed, and thrown our hands up
I am a man who you cannot corrupt
Stephen Razo  Aug 2011
Untitled.
Stephen Razo Aug 2011
This scilence consumes my mind, as scheduled.
Unspoken and reserved, it willingly surrenders.
Opinion is rendered illegal in this city.
No longer will this go on, they say. Decievers, they are.
For it is you who will be decieved.
Collily Oct 2014
Justice is a mask that
eludes the public eye.
Worn by decievers and believers,politicians
and priests,two sides of
the same rusted coin.

Edged on the verge of
truth,lies are spat,votes are cast and offerings are  made.
Oblivious sheep,shaving
their own wool.
Slippery when wet... caution
He's in beast mode...
Angel of a danger swag
And label of a peace zone...
He's 50 50 like O'Neal in
******* free throw...
Hes a clean home
While latex is wrappable
contamination
Pregnant sands for beach strolls...
Hes the light that shields glow
From appeal of healing
Bleeding spear blows
Angel of a certain death
Of eternity with burning wrists
Family and further head
With clean toes
Devoted to the person next...
Inheriting the earth in text...
Allegiance.. self esteem
And his words protect....
The team.. bleed decievers
And the cheap souls
My body offers naji...
Steven I want you on me...
Even if brandy really not me...
I'll lay between you
Honestly....
With dignity and impossibility
Within fostering
Yenson Dec 2023
I have not found misery
But contentment and liberating Light
amongst ladened pygmies I stand head and shoulders above

So lets pity the Dividers
and the sordid indulgences of shysters
charlathans liars blamers decievers scallywags and larcenists

Tis the sweat off my brow
my aspiration and endeavours upholds
as does millions of others who in honest toil thrive and profit

Sham politburo hooligans
state half-wits spit anachronistic slogans
our Witchfinder General seeing silver spoons in meritocracy

Lazies do as lazy does
Never learning but heedlessly agitating
Puerile minds dividing projecting smearing and intimidating

Maniac fantasists deluded saps
Disingenuous failures hiding in plain sight
Cheats and sinners in glasshouses throwing stones

Dime store mobsters
Confused minds in haze exporting confusion
Mired in hate envy and jealousy they alienate enterprise and success

It’s monarchs it’s the elites
Well worn lies and excuses for the work-shy
There’s opportunities aplenty but dumb blamers point fingers

You can’t tell the truth
That you want something for nothing
That you’re the greedy and entitled sourly prodigals

Reds with red faced shame
dunce revolutionaries in Quixotic faux pas
the problem rests in you as you wallow in the divisive stench
whirling in the windmills of your rancid minds

He who took on the mantle stands
he who toiled hard to better himself stands
he who crossed oceans stands and even built more than you
with all your privileges what have you done to make yourselves
feel proud - oh yes, you throw stones and hide hands - bravo!!........ bravo!!

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