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ConnectHook Jul 3
A wry no-sir-opoulos:
Saint George Papadopoulos.
Support from the populace
Enhances the obvious;
To frame him seems frivolous
The plot grows ridiculous
The slander more bellicose
Delusions wax grandiose.
Fake News tried to topple us
With George Stephanopoulos.
Things are getting crazier everyday,
by George...
George Maris Jun 12
The disease is spreading
No one  will be immune
The bacterial strain
No cure
Relationships are infected
people are sharing the virus
In their beds
In their homes
In the streets
It's communicable
The dyeing are unaware
The infection
Technology grows
you can't bury the dead
The graveyards are full
The disease spreads
one to another
Society needs no cure
unlike the diseases before
Death is not painful
However,slow.
This is about society and how technology is infecting it.
I feel **** when I can’t find the words to say
I left tomorrow for yesterday
It’s the pain and the strain that I smoke
Feelings get away
not one on my sleeve
With the wind, I blew away
any chance of us today
got thrown away
when I got sick
I wish you would hear these words
*** you were the first and last thing I lost
to what cost I blew you away
A sunset paints the day
But the moon can only reflect
that light in your eyes
herion brown
I could stare for days
but you don’t want me around
******* for not needing me
your seed in me still grows
and it shows
Broken lost confused
hearing voices, torture, torment pain
I wish I could go back to when I was sane
Nightmares too **** to say
Thank god those passed
I did it, i survived, i got away
I don’t know how long it’ll last
I feel like death is ******* calling me
so I look at the past
It’’s my favorite past time
Let me tell you for the last time
i needed you
like I need air to breathe
Live on and be happy without me
I know that’s how it works
I hope your happy
I just want you to be happy
and when I die young
don’t cry or mourn
keep your eye on the light
and shine bright, breathe freely
George Maris Oct 2018
Goblins, gremlins ghosts and more
Tricksters and treaters candy allure
Parties, parades, dances galore
Masks, costumes,  
gowns to adore.
Whatever you do,
don't open the door.
Happy Halloween
George Maris Aug 2018
I'm lost in the heap of the unfound.
Tossed away, as an old garment.
Within me, there's an untold story.
While I lived and listened to you
Never surrendering my own misfortunes.
Castaway in some box, or clutter.
Never being told.
My silence grows.
In time, I will not be remembered.
Just an old story.
Another tale.
Once vibrant and compassionate.
Heart strong and mighty.
Now frail to another.
Just another lost manuscript never to be read.
Thrown away.
A journal of a  lifetime.
George Maris
This is about an untold story of a life. We all have a life that tells something about us. If it is not told, it becomes a lost manuscript.
Brandon Conway Aug 2018
If Boy George cosplayed
as Greek youth Adonis, we
would call him Boy Gored
BA DA TSSSSS.......silent crowd.
well here it is:

as a good-hearted crazy boy as I am
I can be fixed only by a woman
on the last gear of speed
like a herd of mustangs in gallop
to the abyss or to eternity

a woman who dedicates me poems of hate
in which I'm the last provincial old man
the princess can fall in love with
but actually the joy is shaking whitin
any time she feels me arround

a woman dressed only in swords of Toledo
who can sing on a sword like Mariza
making me climb on the walls
like on the Chinese Wall on the moon

a woman that resists any melalcoholical drubbing
on rithmes of sirtaki with Zorba the Greek
with her heart blowned out of her mind
carelessly throwned like underwear through  the room

a long-time woman to lead my way
and night in sleep and life in death
and my god in all its demons of beauty
with the most innocent baby smile

a woman that on the last outpost of her ******
like a wild goddess will laugh and explode the night
as if as if ordering
the happiest end of the world
This is a love statement and will be considered as it is. I walked the worst moments through my life alone. I do'nt need anyone. If youre in my life is because I value your presence and I want you there. like a turbo truck on the road.
George Maris Jun 2018
“The fault lies within ourselves”
The tearing down of a person
A breaking of the Spirit
The ruining of self
Infliction by other person’s words
Growing up among the abandoned buildings
Once thriving with production
They became empty
The soul seen through broken windows
Cold and damp
Waiting to be torn down
Stripped of its resources for pennies.
Until there’s nothing left
An empty shell
Set it a blaze
Until it’s nothing but ash.
Then cry over the empty space
Remember it when it was a productive enterprise
Forgetting about the time it was empty,
MARK RIORDAN Oct 2017
ISIS HAVE THREATENED PRINCE GEORGE
WHY DON'T YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE
HE IS PART OF THE ROYAL FAMILY
HE IS HEIR TO THE THRONE



THIS ROYAL CHILD IS JUST
AN INNOCENT LITTLE BOY
OUR WORLD HAS BECOME A DANGEROUS PLACE
HIS LIFE HE SHOULD JUST ENJOY



HOW CAN YOUR CAUSE BE JUSTIFIED
WHEN CHILDREN YOU CONTINUALLY THREAT
THE WORLD WONT TOLERATE THESE ACTIONS
YOU WILL BE DEFEATED WITHOUT REGRET


TRUMP CHRONICLES   amazon.com
ISIS HAVE THREATENED PRINCE GEORGE CHILDREN SHOULD BE INNOCENT FORM THESE THREATS FORM THESE RADICALS
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