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Raul M Murray Aug 2020
Everybody needs a *****
No thanks I can create on my own
My idiosyncratic thinking
Is bouncy as the suns atom

Looking for a reason to capitalise
On mind control apparatus
But read on please you
Can become my apprentice

Because this poetry can heal
Dimensions of the brain
A poetic analeptic that heals
When feeling down at heel

The bidirectional pulse wave
Of another person is not a desire
My encephalon is creative
Enough to excite you on the microwave

So adjust the frequency
Even try shortwave to find life
In space because this poet
Has no ***** dependency

My style is cramped with the BCI
Purloin’s my opportunity
To be unique in writing
Being a survivor & spry

The invasion of privacy is deplorable
Taking advantage of the poor you do
You have privacy so should I too
Reading people’s brain is irreconcilable

Don’t need two people to write a pen
I don’t want to be a ***** in the pig sty
And get ***** with other ranks of pigs
Every person’s brain is a personal den
BCI - Brain Computer Interface

Analeptic - adjective
(chiefly of a drug) tending to restore a person's health or strength; restorative.

Spry - adjective (spryer, spryest)
(especially of an old person) active; lively: he continued to look spry and active well into his eighties.

Purloin -verb [with object] formal or humorous
steal (something): he must have managed to purloin a copy of the key.

Pen - verb (pens, penning, penned) [with object]
write or compose: Olivia penned award-winning poetry.
s Willow Feb 2019
My passion is the silent uneasiness.
Remembering many discontent, and happy doubts.
Thoughts came worrying

Death shall bring assurance.
I uncovered
the wispy whispering shadows
and they sprung onto the world.
The ignorant never suspecting.
I was mute.
I received the backlash.
The backlash of the world.
Lauren Leal Sep 2017
If there one thing driving me insane
Is that I still have the pain
Of my anger inside me
Anger that you can see
Why couldn't you give, to hear my plead
That I am in fear and in need
That this anger could overtake my mind
Who knows what you'd find
If you told me not to do that now
Or to find ways to figure out how
To quell my inner child's rage
But you skipped that page
and went right for my heart
Then wondered why I ripped you apart
You sought not to help with what remains
You forever sought personal gain
Let that sink in to your soul
You cared not to help a part, of someone that gave
themselves whole

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