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Em MacKenzie Oct 2019
You’re picking every single door
except the one I could never lock.
Consciously you know there could be one more
but you’ll continue on your never ending walk.
“Even though she knows you’d go through Hell,
why would she love you? She knows you too well.”
Accept the truth and I’ll face the wrath,
I am the root but you’re always the path.

We see days and nights at separate times,
they appear the same but differentiate.
I **** on lemons but bathe in the bitterness of limes
encircled in salt; for sugar I’ll have to wait.

What doesn’t **** me only leaves me on the brink of death,
right hand on heart as I lost my left.
I’ll form the only links that I know
and wait to hear, “I told you so.”

I stop short of screaming those crucial words
you don’t need to hear it, they’re engraved in your mind.
Instead I whisper them to the trees, the leaves and birds,
they’re the only company that I find.

What doesn’t **** me only leaves me on the brink of death,
I’ve saved your truth for my last breath.
You’ll find it all in each day with age,
I’ll write it down in a novel; you won’t skip to the last page.
I always needed it more than you’ll ever know,
and you’ll tell yourself “I told you so.”
Carl D'Souza Aug 2019
Is Justice
the principles
of how a society should function
to facilitate the joy and happiness
of every citizen?
In contrast,
has modern law
become the powerful and wealthy
imposing their
demands and expectations
on the rest of us?
Is law
not
the principles of Justice?
Is law
not
principles which guide the behaviour of every citizen
to facilitate the joy and happiness
of every citizen?
Carl D'Souza Jul 2019
In an ideal
joy-and-happiness-society
would government
strive to achieve
the joy and happiness
of every citizen?
Would leaders
feel compassion
for the joy and happiness
of every citizen?
Would every citizen
feel compassion
for the joy and happiness
of every other citizen?
Mystic Ink Plus Jun 2019
नेपाल बन्द हुँदा, खुल्ला हुँदा
माहुरीलाइ के फरक र ?
उ फुलमै बस्छ, रङ्गको बैचित्रय
शैली : अवलोकन
Drop in the Sea Apr 2019
until(citizen = listening OR died){
   citizen.manipulate();  
}
stopdoopy May 2019
Clerks (and the)
"Felon"
(and) A Serious Man

12 Angry Men (sit)
"A Few Good Men"
(in the) City Of Men

The Fugitive (seems)
"Fearless"
(stands with a) Smile

"Scent Of A Woman"
Presto (he says)
(and there would be no) Law Abiding Citizen

"The Gods Must Be Crazy"
(to let) Someone Like Him
Getaway (free)

The Sting (is that)
"Cell 211"
(remains) Empty
The sequel to "The Crime". Once again made from movie titles.

They are definitely gross and specific poems, a comment on society.
In March 2001, Melania granted green card
   asper elite EB-1 program
intended for renowned academic researchers,
   multinational business executives
   (linkedin with Uncle SAM)

or those in other fields, such as
   Olympic athletes and Oscar-winning actors,
   who demonstrated
   “sustained national and international acclaim”
   until...now, when (FAKE trophy wife)...
   besieged with WHAM!

The Don whips to defense of
   (legal residency status),
   sans his third wife
imbroglio finds the president flat footed
   regarding spouses' granted citizenry permission rife,
where details concerning former
   in vogue Slovak model now cushy life

challenging her right to live in The United States,
   the most Democratic nation
plus concomitant abrogation
   afforded robber Baroness admission

   dispensing hot button issue of CHAIN MIGRATION,
where sentiment underscored verbatim
   "Some people come in,
   and they bring their whole family with them,
   who can be truly evil. NOT ACCEPTABLE!”

The above on record as authentic Trumpian tweet,
hence quoted with poetic license,
   a prime example how two
   (or more faced) president didst react to un seat
fairness, which November twitter

   allowing parents with bearhug he did greet
   legal residency of her parents,
   Viktor and Amalija Knavs, as Elite
   who received figurative green light
   despite riding piggyback
   Nsync with military beat

ting back pesky atop flimsy green card,
   the freedom appetite got whet
scrutiny, and now a ironic Gordian Knot set
tilled and solved making mincemeat to pet

files, particularly equality
   for those skeined alive in the DACA net
ready to boot innocent offspring
   of supposed illegal aliens on the next departing jet!
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Paralyzed Authorities    
Making no-sense  
Here, Am I,    
living in the nation of dead  
Or,  
Am I,    
the refugee of the country of birth?  
    
Year by year  
I have seen my soil shrinking  
No Man’s Land, getting proximity  
Loosing Identity, inches by inch.  
    
Curse of voting, venomous Puppet    
Instructed to, divide and rule  
In a name of by/for/to the people  
Later,  
“My own People”, they say  

Always, here,  
I stayed Outcasted  
Categorized by,  
Tongue,  
Color,  
Dress, and the  
Sacred thread.  
    
I wish to be the Pillar  
Unmovable,  
Strong,  
Hard,  
Let me get the fragrance of my soil  
And,  
Blessing of it.  
    
Mama.
Theme: Smell of Soil
Genre: Patriotic
A grain
is contrast
here to
date where
symposium craft
a skinny
wholly bound
word on
alcohol as
stewards were
love their
wages but
shorten the
hour whether
their left
was most
appealing there
Silence is
the greatest language
and
solitude is
the greatest country
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