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Zywa Jul 2019
After a hard day, longing
for comfort and empathy
I adore and slander

the radiant life
of the Stars, the elite
above the Beautiful World

Away with the whining
of necessity, reason
and science

Away with that low elite
in the shadow of my life
who says to know it all

so well and explains to me
with far too many words
that there is more

then entertainment and wealth
away with being difficult
which doesn't buy me anything

certainly not happiness
because I am not as rich
as I make the Stars

Stars shine above the Beautiful World (“Le Beau Monde”) of the economic elite's High Society

Collection “Lilith's Powers” # 58
Karijinbba May 2019
I couldn't root me into his geniology in this lifetime,
after he'd offered it;
so my twinsoul, found
a madly in love couple
among his elite
Irish geneology
in his world to implant
the star seed Aries of me
in their heart and womb
and I was reborn
around April sixteen AM
RH-O negative again
with beauty galore
fair of skin!
starry looking eyes
with my heart of gold too
born of a couple's love
as before Mom & Dad's
the happy couple
nick named me Karijini
Angelina SanGutier by name
cherished and adored
a star seed reborn
rooted protected not forlorned
among the very best
geneology and all
All rights reserved
Honoring the Cunn-ham geneology in PA and Texas USA
may all good things come to them
may they find eternity and beyound
for they possess holiness are wise sucsessful generous
with unquestionable integrity
a geneology who values their word honoring another persons well being
befor their own interest
long live the Killough Cunn-ham geneology
most holy of Earth after Christ.
Letters from Lia Nov 2018
Her love was too big for his man
"She is a masterpiece" he stated
Out of all the women he loved
She was the elite
She was the paint in his canvas
They look good together
They make art together
But things were hard
The pain was there
The paint was washed out
through the canvas
She left, carrying all the colors
And the canvas was left waiting
They thought
"We had our time"
Matt Hews Oct 2016
surrounding us with a fantasy
we are told is reality
controlled by the elite
Sameer Denzi Sep 2016
Have you seen the Master Magician around lately?
He who shows you a mirror with his right hand
While he picks your pocket with his left hand
He whose tongue tells you tales of a bogeyman
As his eyes induce you to part with your keys
He who wears the most beautiful of masks
To hide the psychopath that lurks within

Have you seen this Master Magician around lately?
He who will empty your pockets and ask for more
He who will become the master of your home
He who will convince you: *“its all for your own good!”
All of you.
Where do you get off
making a name for yourself
out of the mockery
in fallen heroes’ hearts?
What’s in a name;
that which we call
"a genius"
by another label
would be found on the front page
of the obituaries.

And now,
Where do you go from
the top,
looking down on those you
trampled on the way
with some false sense of humility?
How we perceive you now
is like that of a crime lord;
never aspirational.

Might as well
call it a day
and take note of the
that is fame and fortune.
Silence Screamz Feb 2016
I hear your words through the confusion of the bubblegum jungle
Exploding and annoying syllables layered helplessly on the walls of graffiti infused concrete trees

The Rush St. preachers wailing sounds
of the end of world
"The apocalypse is coming, GOD be with y..."
Abruptly interrupted by another city ant walking by..
"Go to hell, you *******!!"
The preacher whispers to himself
"May God have mercy on his soul, Amen"

White City elites with turned up noses
on their Michigan Ave stroll
"Snobs" central passing by the homeless
as they whisper for change
sitting next to their leaky cardboard mansions

******* clad ladies of night
selling their *** to married men,
to whom are seeking to expel their worries
between the legs of the fallen
"Take that harder, harder"
Echoes of moans from the alley way
Cash for a minute of pleasure and gone

This bubblegum jungle will chew you up and spit you out
It doesn't seek retribution
It's only seeks hunger
Feeding off the weak and nimble
Leaving your bones on the bent and deserted sidewalks of the White City
cruel world
BSeuss Jan 2016
The codgers devoid of sane be born, also men with no power.
But They stay to collude, In the tangible mainlands of man,
old world demise.
In a new world disguise.
Nikki Ireland Oct 2015
You hide behind your primary colours worth billions of dollars.
While the ordinary man live a life serving for paper, fighting your wars.
Jake Meager Aug 2015
Steps into infinite
the beat of soles
mountains, canyons
trees, and holes
The heartbeat of Philmont
the feel of freedom
smelling of pungent odor
no beating of drums
Stomp in the dirt
pound the rocks
crack the boots
and rip your socks
Cinch your pack on
keep it tight
trudge on scout
and you just might
Make the cut
the dwindling few
the mighty ones
the Philmont Crew.
Written at Ponil Camp at Philmont Scout Ranch in New Mexico.
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