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izi Jul 2020
I am a hero beyond imagine,
Soft velvet red cloak, the medallion resting in my throat,
My heartbeat stomps through my ribcage,
I am here to rescue the princess.

I trudge through the forest and I remember,
I remember who I was before when I came here,
Cape swishing at my ankles, feet in gilded armor,
I grip the glittering blade between my hands.

White marble penetrates the darkness,
I march up to the mossy stone wall, the crooked, tarnished sign,
“No trespassing,” it says, and suddenly
I am standing at a fence, copper, russet, faded gold.
Barbed wire tangles like Christmas lights, family dinners,
I remember and my heart aches.

I see the shrine, the elegant masterpiece
of quartz and precious stones,
I remember the way she used to stand at the bottom,
Defiant and angry, she threw rocks and never shattered,
It’s only a pile of pebbles, grass, dirt, in my eyes
But to her, it was the world and more.

I have to remember I am not her anymore,
What was her world is no longer mine.
I see a possibility, an opportunity, a path,
I take one last glance and I know it is the only way.

I am Prince Charming like no other,
I slice my way through the bushes,
I am arrogant, I am of diamonds and steel.

The green crisscrosses like a net,
I realize someone must have put up a new fence,
I see paint cans, old bottles, moldy shoes.

I see the life that once was my existence,
And I turn around and climb over that wall.
Softly touching down on the carpet of twigs and needles.

The trees wave in the dizzy sky,
The dragon’s snarling mouth is the last image I see,
Burned into my brain with a fiery blast,
Suddenly I am thrown backward.

I stand in front of the tree,
There is something tied in its branches.
I lift my sword and bring it down,
It is just a slender branch.

I place a boulder the size of my heart, my fist,
I flee because I am a coward
I may be a prince but I live only with jewels,
Not the stench of blood and panic amidst battle.

I am here to rescue the princess,
But I can’t even rescue myself
From the past that seduces me.
Am I a hero beyond imagine?
Big Virge Jul 2020
So It Seems As Though...
It’s COOL Right Now...
To FILL... *******... !!!?!!!

But... NOT In The Way...
That Things NOW GO... !!!!!

Since When Was It... " Cool "... ?!?
For Them To Get... "STUFFED"... !?!
By ***** And Tongues As Well As ******... !!!!!

I’d Prefer OTHER Stuff...
Like... Clips And Guns... !!!!!!!!!!!

Because An ******* KNOWS...
That... **** Comes Out...
ESPECIALLY When...
They Start Runnin’ Their Mout’.... !!!!!!

Or Put Down Phones...
When Their Temper BLOWS... !!!!!!

As If Their... UNTOUCHABLE...
Like... ELLIOT NESS...
Or YES... CLIFF HUXTABLE'... !!!!

Which Of Course... AIN'T True... !!!
******* Should Be Shrewd... !!!
And NOT Make Moves...
That Lead To... ABUSE... !!!!!

Verbal... Or Physical...
When Things Get CRITICAL... !!!

******* SHOW....
That They SHOULDN'T Go...
Where They... TRY To GO... !!!!!

INTO... " ZONES "...
Where Tones BREAK Bones... !!!
And EVEN Leave Some Laying COLD... !!!

These Pretentious *******... !!!
Have Got... REAL Dough... !!!!

Which Seems To Be...
What Makes Them WREAK...
of... IGNORANT Deeds... !!!!
Lies And Deceit... !!!!

And... ARROGANCE...
That’s Beyond... BELIEF... !!!!!

From Lawyers Who... “Sneak”...
And Then Steal Money From The Type of Peeps’...
Who’d Rather NOT BE... In Their Company.... !!!

But The  ... " ******* Show “...

Has LONG Since SHOWN...
How These ******* Roll...

MONEY HUNGRY... " **'s "...
BOTH... " Sistas’ And Bros "...

Behave As Though...
Their... IGNORANCE...
WON'T Leave Them STUCK... !!!

Because Their GUMS...
Have Driven Someone...
To Call For GUNS...
And... OTHER Stuff... !!!!!!!

That’ll ENSURE That...
They LOSE Their....... Blood...... !!!!!

NOBODY’s ABOVE Paying A Toll... !!!!!!!!
ESPECIALLY... These Lippy’ *******... !!!!!

Who... REALLY Should KNOW...
How Things Can Go....
Cos’ Quite A Few Lost Souls...
Have Gone PAST... BROKE... !!!!!!

And Just Wanna See....
THESE ******* BLEED... !!!

Because of Their GREED...
DISRESPECTFUL Speech...
And... CONSTANT Need...

To Let Their EGO...
Be What... FEEDS...
MORE Than Their Dreams... !!!

But Now Street Teams...
Are QUICK TO Reach...
For The Type of PIECE...
That Make Dreams CEASE...
And Cause... NIGHTMARES... !!!

For ******* Prepared...
To Take Things THERE... !?!

Well That’s The Vibe...
That They PRESENT... Like...

They’re The Type of Guys...
With... GANGSTA' Ties... !!!

When They’re Corporate Slime...
Who CONSTANTLY LIE To Get Through Life....

Well They Should Be WISE...
BEFORE... One Night...
They Find Their PRIDE...
Hung Up... REAL High... !!!!!

With The Type of Necktie...
That... COLOMBIANS Like... !!!!!!!

Designed To Make...
******* FALL IN LINE.... !!!
And That Is WHY I’m A... " humble guy "...

Who Uses My Art...
Just Like These *******...
USE... THEIR ***... !!!

To KICK OUT.................. ****................ !!!!!

That Gives A... “ Whiff “...
of MORE Than ***** And NASTY Lips... !!!

Like... REAL LYRICS... !!!

That Serve Up... HITS...
That Hit HARDER Than Coc’...
Because They’re... DOPE... !!!!

So QUICKLY BREAK These Walking JOKES... !!!

Who Are... BETTER KNOWN...

As YES.....

.... “ ******* “....
Dealings with a lawyer, made me write this ...
Bardo Jul 2020
O! Bake me a cake of your lovely
   sweet ****
And I'll eat it, savouring every bite
How I'd love to collapse my face right
   into it....

That throne upon which she sits
The sheer arrogance magnificence of
   it.

O! I've been up her hills
And down her valleys
But I ain't ever seen anything
Like her two cheeky Charlies.

O! I love their lazy swagger
Would love them served to me on a
   platter.

Her wonderful pert and Queenly
   bottom
Her splendid imperious behind.

So you can keep your views on
   Donald Trump
And fundamentalist religion
Me! All I want are thoughts of you
And your beautiful curvaceous
   bottom.
A girlfriend of mine send me a lovely photo of her bottom, trying to entice me LOL.
Sanjali Jun 2020
Differences built us up so high
We see the world from the sky,
Clinging to the topmost branch,
The way down is to fall apart.
InkHarted May 2020
he thuds the loosely held floorboards
and smashes through the heavy pub door
he orders for a bottle instead of a glass
his coat drenched in filthy rain
his breathe smells like the rim of his bottle
and his shoes protruded a toe
wounds of glass from his last endeavors  
and needle marks not from the hospital
his crooked hands and messy hair puts anyone at a distance
once he was a gentlemen a father and a husband
once he had love and loved so many
once he had no need for needles
the bottle in his hand had only lukewarm milk
the bar tender was a stranger he'd never met
and his foot was only weary of legos misplaced
his shoes was stitched with a patch of a bunny
this man who was thrown
this man who was now a widower
and the smiles of her daughters trapped in his wallet
torn to shreds skinned to core
A blotted out smile on a blotted out photo
he now finds comfort in forgetfulness
to not remember the "how it used to be"
he has forgotten their graves and with it his promises
as their flowers wilt and perish
for a life a love an existence
is only meaningful if it has a memory
Poetic T Apr 2020
We thought  we were the rise and fall of the world,
           could we have been more wrong..

I remember an old proverb,


"Control is foolish without batteries,
   because once they run out.

                        Your stuck on
                         one channel,
watching
                 a singular view unchanging
,

Could we mould the world,
like a pottery class we're moulding it  
         thinking we could
            paint it,
kiln it,

and it was perfection..

But we had a malevolent arrogance,
thinking we were saintly,
       all though we thought we were saints.

So boastful of our accomplishments,
           we never looked at the singular crack.
Barley visible to the eye, but there never the less.

After a while we ignored it, as we never
                                                       expected
Our work to falter..

I remember a proverb that paid heed to this.

Discontinuity may be a scratch,
            visually constrained

but protracted in depth. malevolent

Beneath will never show the truth till

                            it collapses within its self
..

Wordy I know, but a truth of now.
         Never paying attention to the scratch
but not seeing the fracture just waiting for that
                                            singular weight to
descend us to the now. So many cracks in the world.

Now no matter our skill the world is just putty,
   remoulding itself with every new day..

A sunrise of reflection,
            Dusk hiding the truth of our folly.

We now live in this new world of our undoing..
           The poetry wheel is fragmentary,
the vase now floating, shifting in the well
we used to mould it with.

And we stare at the
                             sunrise seeing our
vindictive creation...

We are the evil of this world, a creation of arrogance.
Rick Warr Feb 2020
whaddayoudo
between fast food and poo
of benefit to this earth
what is left
or are you bereft
of any contributing worth

you accelerate too fast
and squander the stuff
that took millions of years to make
what do you think
in the din of your doof
as you take and take and take

are you nuts
to leave a trail of butts
and grunting diatribe
dropping your empties
what were you thinking
it's just such a bad vibe

you sneer an swear
and put smoke in the air
and criticise all that’s arty
you adopt talk of the street
and a derivative beat
as you fight for your right to party

whaddayoudo
between fast food and poo
that is of redeeming worth
whaddayoudo
that would be fine and true
that's of benefit to this earth?
to those more concerned about street credibility than growing up
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