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Eleete j Muir Jan 2012
Serendipities torrential deluge
Of dulcet applause reigning
In the divine dynasty of
Empiricisms arcane lore,
Heavens most high of heirachies
Beyond the veil
Drowning in altruistic
Reflexive salutations;
The regnant patent mutitioning
Of the waters Lethe from
Serpens poisened chalice of saints
Evoking the advent vigil of
Dusts chaldean dreams,
The sabbatical ordination
The fatal ravens annunciation
Heralding valediction
Convening betwixt and between
Gates of ivory and horn
Arraigning the apostolic conclave.


ELEETE J MUIR.
john walker  Feb 2013
GREED
john walker Feb 2013
Total departure to our needs is the reckless stupidity of how we are becoming our own executioners.When looking down on mother earth from father sky they wonder as to what their siblings are dreaming of as they hurt and maim their own mother.
When will people who justify their greed ,instead of need realise that their greed will not even give them their very  basic requirements for being here!
Humanity,through some strange concept,has set itself up,knowingly,as the controller and destroyer of all that gives them their basic needs,"their mother and father".
Man in his greed has even tainted the rays of light which give us our birthright,LIFE,for without it we would not exist.
By an infinite membrame,or so greed presumes,lying between good and bad,we live or die,but greed has stretched and widened that belief to horrific depths in the name of need.How long before it SNAPS?!
The coolerof our mother and bearer of us is poisened and wasted every moment. The ever overexploiting ****-sapiens will not letgreed stop them,even in their mothers death cries.A huge propergater of everything,mother gries in pain as she starves and with her ,her siblings.
The sun now burns her soft skin and moisture does not stay to cool her as she sweats.How long must or can she endure this torture?
Would we do it to our human mothers?
A family tree of pain is her reward for nurturing us.Her womb dries as the moisture is ****** from her veins and poured on to her belly as she screams.The sun rips it from her no longer cool and loving but hard and fierce like a furnace.
Onwards greed trespasses into herpumping heart,her skin is poisened and erupting like puberty,but still man is unmoving in his attitude to himself.
She speaks to them everyday but they do not hear or sense in any way her agony.Oblivious to everthing greed rumbles on deaf to its very basic needs and requirements.
As she criesfor help,her breath encompases all as she resusitates all with her sibilation.Can you smell you mothers breath?Will this last vain hope of hers go unoticed as greed races against its now foul wind?
"YES" because greed has stunned even your basic senses.Yo do not see,you do not hear,you do not feel,you do not taste ,you do not smell,even your most common sense of all is wasted "SURVIVAL!"

Between the three elements lies another.Without any one of the three the other is non-existant.
Running headlong,greed does not even notice its own reflection,blinded by its own need!Our mother is wek,her milk is drying,her skin is wrinkling,her touch is burning,her sight is blined,her taste is foul,her breath is stifling and her hearing is fading,she is DYING.
Her umbilical cord is strangled as it dries up with the assassination of her soul.  Will her soul be heard after we have  vanished or will we awke from our sleep of arrogance and greed and realise that EVERYTHING is not worth NOTHING.

For when she dies her death throughs will mame and slaughter us even as we count-?

                                                                        

                                                                                  "OUR MONEY"
Elioinai Oct 2014
A rocket screams in flames in my blue, blue sky,
Bright beautiful day,
This tragedy my lie,
As I wander through my mind,
I run this poisoned knife,
Into my heart and wish I was more kind.
March 21, 2012
A poem I wrote when I was mentally wounding myself
maybella snow Jun 2013
5 words
im not sure if there is such thing as a 5 word poem, but that is my 5 word poem C:
David W Clare Feb 2015
This is the here and now
Dog eat dog push and shove
Get out of my way
Its my way or the highway!

Too bad if you no like it fella
Pow zoom to the moon Alice!
Jealous?

I will **** your **** up cries the illiterate fool
Steal from me? It's ok I forgive karma is the law for the thieving pig!

I'm third eye open rise above it all
I laugh at it all

Been run over by fast motorcylcles
Poisened to death busted up jailed
Beaten cheated by creeps

Disowned by family
Tossed in the streets
Deception in USA
More than one can say

Avoid propaganda
Miranda rights?
We all are in the same boat
The great escape awaits us all
Headed for a humpty dumpty fall

Wall street crash smash and grab that cash
Get shot get stabbed in a crowd alone
Welcome to the xenophobic new war zone

D. Clare
the Americans dreamed
Honest
He who doesn't work, works **** or just can't commit
He homeless
He an affair and a **** good fix
****** with a tendency to show underwhelming ****
Twisted into nicety by such anger at the human, the wants
Good at *** when in love
Un-abused
Un-poisened
One of my best mates like
Dyslexic thick ****
A problem
Step child and real life son, grandson always, always, grandson
eldest unappreciated, underestimated, paranioder? Paranoidist.
One of the needers of therapists
Panicked by past
Fractured by future
A depressive, doesn't drink, do drudgery like drugs
A fearfull mess mummy's boy
Fatherless
Fathered less
A letdownshowoff
overconfident,
Anxious, ex husband, probable poofter, please Goddot, please, let he be a cheater  
A ex punk, definite *****, pushover, almost poet
So easily hurt, yet never hurts
My love one. (Cary you Guardian)
Too damed romantic
Cant read but by gosh buys books
Genius
artistic, Autistic, an idiot and just another bad student
manish
Little Boy
child
Unable to be alone and not a good flatmate
Justifier of the almighty grey areas,
The cheated...

the Strong willed.
Ginsberg made me do it
Valentine Mbagu Oct 2013
The Brave Lion has be deprived the pride of His bride in the jungle of life.
The Mighty Tree has been hewned down by the dreeded wind of death.

Night has swallowed morning in the broad day light.
Darkness has hollowed light in the noon day harshness.

The white sheep of the family has been stained by the dirt of death.
The Papa of the house has been poisened by the serpent of death.

The Mighty Elephant has fallen at the might of death.
The Father Whale has left the shores of life to the sore land beyond.

The journey of life has been shortened by the castle of death.
The Burden Bearer has been denied his load by the rabble of death.

I know it is a journey of no return,
but live well with the glorious beings.
When you get to the road full of loads,
Salute the dwellers of the road and there drop your load.

The heat of the one who brought me into this world, and made me who l am.
Your thought will forever remain green in my memory.

Oh! Death!
Is it because you have no Pride (father) that you deprived me of my Pride?
Tell me.
Is it because you have no Bride that you denied father the Pride of his Bride?

Oh! Father!
Will you ever come back to enjoy the Pride of your Bride?

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@ValentineMbagu
This poem is written with pains and tears of sorrow for the lose of my Pride.


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mEb  Aug 2014
The Deepest Trench
mEb Aug 2014
Where is the art without sorrow and pain?
They said the power of the mind is everything
That if you stay starry eyed and young
it eventually dims within age
Within aging, I found treasures so deep I dove trenches
Discovering creature after creature scowlling and poisened
Maybe one out of billions could spare the anti-venom
Or now just one out of billions is most lethal and handsome
Riot Jul 2016
Dilusional baracades
I've said everything I've ever needed to say
But it doesn't seem to be enough to go around

rose thornes in our poisened heads
stitched together with needle and thread
we take our brains and dip them in lead
it smells just fine to me

Dimmed dreams and shiny things
we thing about the lies we used to feed
feed ourselves and our decorated bleeds
Nothing is right
Because once we all had fleed
It was nothing but dimmed dreams
and shiny things
Naomi Sa'Rai  Feb 2012
Divine
Naomi Sa'Rai Feb 2012
Peter!
Peter!
What about the light
**** crows
Peter!
Peter!
Trembling hands squeeze
Whipped beaten
Son they took
From HE
Peter!
Peter!
Youve spoken to
The all knowing
Peter!
Peter!
What does he say
Stepping up the hill
To be shamed
Peter!
Peter!
Hold his hand
Poisened kiss
A simple man
His body took it all
Nails in his side
A head falls
Peter!
Peter!
What a sight
Darkness turned
True sunlight
Knees weak
Kneeled to watch
Him speak
Three days grace
Man whom bled
For every tortured face
Peter!
Peter!
Write it down
Tell of the man
Who truly wears the crown


Murray
Elioinai  Oct 2014
American
Elioinai Oct 2014
"I thought we were good people, Mama"
"It was the books you read,
Not the words I said,
my child.
I didn't spare your ears,
and when you threatened tears,
I let the truth march on"
"Then how did I grow being proud,
singing our national anthems loud,
sure it was good to be American?
My country has stolen, my country has *****, made every poisened mistake,
and it WON'T STOP!"
" That is true,
my child, but it is good to be you.
Apologize for your cousins and fathers and aunts, if you must,
and your purchased slave chocolate,
slave t-shirts, and jewelry
But NEVER,
my child,
not EVER,
should you apologize for being yourself"
Being a child of an Army brat fathet  and a mother who grew up between France, Cot'd Ivoire and the US, I may not be stereotypically American minded but I am learning not to be ashamed of me even as I learn my true history.
Zak Ridge  Mar 2010
Season 1.0
Zak Ridge Mar 2010
I dident give up, It went away, Away my Love on a winters day,

I waited so long but it stays at bay, Away my love on a spring day,

I need my Love back but I still hurt in may, Away my love on a summers day,

It's not coming back as days crumble like clay, Away my love on an Autumn Day.

I see a glimmer of hope as days turn to grey, Away my love on a winters day,

Ive poisened the well now I must pay and you will never return my love not on any day.

— The End —