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GfS  Jun 2015
HK
GfS Jun 2015
HK
I walked through airport halls
walked through the smokey streets
Talked to unfamiliar people
with an unfamiliar language
and never have seen such wonder
all around. You should have
seen how the world is.
At this edge of the world, where city
lights shine brighter than the stars and
buildings rise higher than mountains,
you'd wonder at the foundations of
humanity. For their world revolved on
clocks and trains and life without slumber.

You'd wonder at them for their unfamiliar
language, and they laugh with you for
the mutual misunderstanding. They bring
excitement and mystery, for you
both are tested for your communicational prowess. If you are lucky enough to not look like one of them, they may try to speak a common language.

So when you travel to the land of HK, don't forget to have fun.. and let them
surprise you.
I'd thought about writing about traveling...
Eva  Dec 2020
Hk #1
Eva Dec 2020
Needed a friend
I wanted to be alone t(w)oo
Tom  Nov 2019
HK
Tom Nov 2019
HK
lay those bricks on the ground
protect what you hold dear
drown in the sound
so quiet you cannot hear

city birds they run free
from cages of metal and rising smoke
but my brothers next to me
take a breath only to choke

there is nothing we can do
but we can only try
say it over again till it rings true
'this city will never die'
My girl is currently stuck in HK and I am counting the days until she is with me again.
Soul Scalpel Apr 2014
Rollin' in the Chevy,
hand on my Glock.
Lookin' for the Mexicans
sellin' on my block.

They think they hard
and dressin' fly.
takin' money out my pocket
now it's time for them to die!

Cruizin' down Century,
to Cimmaron & Haas,
when I spot the muthafuckas
'round Jesse Owens Park.

Ty got a shotgun,
Griz an HK,
we step out the Chevy
and start blastin' away!

The *****'s start droppin'
to the BANG! BANG! BANG!
Blastin' holes in they chest
ain't none got away!

That's the way it is
and how business get done.
Sellin' rock on this block,
will getcha chokin' on a Glock!
How Business get Done
kenny  Feb 2015
HK
kenny Feb 2015
HK
you were my first girl kiss
and it was clumsy
and it was bad
but we did it six more times

we stopped talking four days
after that kiss
and you moved away
three months after that

you were two years older than me
and that seemed like a lifetime
when i was thirteen
and sneaking out of my house

sometimes i wonder
what you're doing now
or if you're happier now
than you were here
To the outcasts, the freaks
To the silent ones, the unheard
To the criers, the broken
To the heartless, the damaged
To the screamers, the closed off
To the drowners, the dying
To the breathers, the living
To the strong, the weak
To the flimsy, the fragile
To the suicidal, the struggling
To the raging, the bitter
To the sad, the lonely
To the misunderstood, the confused
To the 'why don't you talk,' the 'why don't you shut up?'
To the 'it's all in your head,' the 'It's not important enough'
To the 'stop acting,' the 'stop faking'
To the 'stop being so dramatic,' the 'there are people worse off than you'
To the 'shut up,' the 'you're making no sense'
To the 'I don't understand,' the 'nobody feels this way'
To the 'I can't help you,' the 'get over it'
To the 'you're weird,' the 'this isn't normal'
To the 'go away,' the 'nobody wants you here'
To the 'you break everything you touch,' the 'just die already'
To the 'broken ones,' the 'freaks'
To everyone, to always
To whatever you do, whatever you say
To everything, to everyday
You are not alone.
~ hk
Jelly Quest  Oct 2019
HK Octopus
Jelly Quest Oct 2019
I saw a red octopus, once,
its tentacles cut off,
through years of abuse,
hardened by the teeth of liberty: of
red, white, and blue

The octopus is red now,
its limbs regrown and out-spread,
long and wiry suction cuffs
protruding from its bulbous, cruel head

It had a clam in its beak
and promised me that it wouldn't eat
as sharks had done way back
"It's shell is far too hard for me," it said,
as the shell began to crack

A million voices inside,
silenced by a sea of red
In a crispy ocean-blue land. 
They live in a paranoid narcissism tent.
One who was pointing at a chest of tools,
the others eyes were on a no soul weakling metal.

Can't they hear an echo curse?  
Robots robbing rich robbers.
Would artist gods and goddesses, 
lead to terror terrifying terrorists?

Can they share a platform
to unleash gifts and power?
Was there a fizzy dizzy violet haze?
Where they dance and dive  

Would mint hue bubbles squeak?
When the world’s head spins 
Shall we see coins in change?
Any day it spins and bubbles.


Have you seen a quiet girl
with a sinister smile,
she, siren of mystery of the future
Mirror mirror,
there is a robot in your mirror
Filter filter,
where was a peach chin fighter?
When no innocence against glitter litter 
Guilty until proven later.


Have you seen a quiet girl as a terrorist?
Blurred errors mouth haste terror twist
If terrorist from the ancient,
they hide in between every end.
Attempted ****** as problem solver.


A true storyteller can’t tell us a part
From her crooked eyes
HK warning tears burst.
Bubbles heated never anchor
Restart will never reach to a real world.

Robot with or without soul
Hero magic twist with terrorists.
No soul knows no harm no fail,
Will memory tattoos identify you?!
By Angel.XJ 06/12/2019
Gr8Ryzyngz Mar 2020
Some people don't
Know what's a struggle
Others only know how
To survive through it
Mateuš Conrad Dec 2024
as much to question whether Christianity is lost to the philosopher's stone of modern banking... so much is Islam lost... in the hands of the weakling perverts of Arabia... Islam is in the wrong hands: Christianity is in the wrong hands: the only true religion is not of ethnic origins... Judaism... i am on my way to sleep having done a night shift where a man was pulverised unconscious by a: slice of a knuckle pie... Islam should be European: origins... regardless... and Christianity ought to sooth the south, the middle-tons... tropic of Cancer originated circa the islands of Hawaii: there's a plan... and my mother will not... satiate her plans to counter that... the word of the will and of the will there be but God... and he was never crucified... perpetual son: and on and on and on...

a map:

/ /

which implies England, the isles
as part of Scandinavia

\/

funnel of V

"western" Europe...
vague: no vogue:
just ******-borrowing harangue...

the French and the Germans
and Italianya - former Rome:
can...
but the divide is clear:

we... from the east already knew
about Thai trans-gender
and Japanese counter-culture
in anime and magma...

Europe is like pitstop...
a funnel...
elsewhere: look! feel!
god and adversary
are associations with the egg: of ego...
what came first: thirsty?
the ego
or the thought?

ingenious ideas never
came from the fog of thinking
in the mist of ego
but from the id...
penicilin... lightbulb....
theory of relativinity...
it didn't come from ego
but from the the id...

the burden to sacrifice us all...

eastern Europe with stronger
ties to Asia...
which cripples modern
western with ties to Afri-
ca ca ca ca....
**** those ****** and halves...
*****
believe me when i say:
i'm not a racist:
but i'm not an ANTI
racist...
i like the psychology of racists...
it's...               it's...
illuminating...

now i sleep...

p.s. i see them: sour and scuragging rats:
the Islam born outside of the
Arab realm... these ****-
and etc.:
these salvagers of an idea:
once you were great: weren't we all?!
but the Arabs can't save the paupers of
Islam with their jaded not jade
black gold myopia
of not-concerning us...

like the antithesis of the novelty of
the novel Dune...
time to expose
expire...
in the dominion of the Polynesians...
somewhere between
where first sail was sown
against
but also to cultivate the wind...
eating nothing but
slug rable purple
poe-tay-tees...
like golf: and a swing...

              when the people of Taiwan
became the polynesians:
a new history without
land but oar...
when the Pacific: the calm ocean
was conquered:
some deliberate oat farmers of
Europe: frightened by the havoc
and anger of the Atlantic
conjured up Atlantis...
somewhere in between: a shadow upon
the moon guided these peoples
to claim: there are orbits of these things
that might suggest a complete form
of the sun...

          salt to wed,
water to filter...
fire to fizzle...
   earth to unearth.
a light of all lights and no closer:
did we make our tread known.

p.s.

war is: education:
but then again: there are so many wars
you can have with a people:
like... German Idealism would never
get the same traction equivalent to
Christianity...
so... why would a western Slavic peoples
succumb to nothing
more than: elevating the ******* and tongue
of Yiddish in Germanic
via the most Aryan phonetic encoding of sounds
as letters:
it's a joke... the supposed Aryans
of Germanic pride: lost the war...
simply because of a misnomer...
"we"... the Polacks...
are the true: twu:
inheritors of Sarmatrians: prior to the Germanic
conceptualization of Aryan...
so they lost and now they have kebabs
and multiculturalism...

H'America is so basic
in its ethnic quest:
you literally have to: ******* fly over the entire
continent
past the ******* and the cow-towing
rednecks to get to something
that's not: Elon Musk and space exploration
via the Polynesians and
all that pacifying in the Pacific...
no sail... just oar...
you want to dive: deep...
digging from Europe and you might just
arrive at: ******* 'Ong 'Ong (HK,
for shortening, starters).

**** your H'Americana poetic of
the cosmopolitan caste!
riddle me... another 5th street of Gnome Cork.

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