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My shallow perspective on life
Is my strong belief in karma.
My shallow perception of us
Is that we're fair to each other.

If I care about you,
You will care about me.
If I give you,
You will give me.
Like you can't do
What you want to.
Like you can not spit in my face
When I put a  kiss on your face.

I will not try to foresee tomorrow
'Cause I have the delusion of control.
I will surely wake up from this deep sleep
'Cause you'll definitely make me lose sleep.
One day I woke up from a nap with something I thought about writing. This was like a vision that showed me that someone in my life was going to betray me severely. My thoughts were so detailed like I had already seen it happen. But, I did not write that, because I thought that bringing thoughts about bad ends to life like that was bringing myself bad luck. Now I know that there was a part of me that knew what was going to happen. What if I had listened to that part of me.
Shane 5d
Each court crowns a fool
Some wear it too well
I danced for his rule
Now I rot in his cell

A fool for the plot
He praised me in jest
But dead men still dance
When denied their rest

So I wait for a storm
To darken the land
Till cracks start to form
Beneath his command

Till the famine-worn tread
With their torches held high
To harvest the crumbs
Of a banquet denied

They carry my pain
In the heat of their cry
For the crown and the chain
And a kingdom awry

My cell starts to moan
As the ramparts collapse
They tear through the stone
And free me at last

I walk through the blaze
As the palace combusts
They gave me a stage
Now revenge I shall ******

He begged for his life
With tears on his cheek
I offered my knife
And let silence speak

No need for a trial
His crimes were well known
So I asked with a smile
Who had the last laugh
They promise change with folded hands,
Smiling under posters bright as betrayal,
Speech echo in the air-
Loud, Grand, Hollow
Truth lost in piles of garlands and currency notes.

The poor waits in queues,
Not for justice,
But for ration that rarely arrives;
Bridges are broke before they are built
But contracts signed in backroom,
With silent nods and heavy envelopes.

Votes are bought,
News are sold,
But the truth-
Edited out to scandal too risky to air.

Ministers built their statues,
Hold meetings with ambassadors,
While the Farmers hang from trees,
Where no one mourns.

They chant "Bharat Mata ki Jai",
But ignore the daughter who walks miles,
For Water,
For School,
For Hope.

We are told to believe,
To clap,
To cheer,
But some of us are done being fooled.

The Constitution offers justice,
But they deny their own promises.
Ignoring every proof-
Buried beneath their speeches and slogans.

But Truth cannot stay locked away,
It shines through night and breaks the day,
The throne of lies will lose its might,
When justice stands and shows the light
Rohidul Rifat Jul 24
In sorrow’s night so deep and still,
A flame begins to spark and spill.
It hums of love, of ancient fire
That lifts us from the depths of mire.

The bee may sting, the skin may tear,
But deeper grows the heart’s repair.
For pain plants seeds that bloom in grace,
And loss can light a sacred space.

O soul, arise like golden rays,
And burn through fear’s encircling haze.
Let love ignite, let hope embrace–
A dance of dawn, a warm retrace.

Tread soft through woods where silence sings;
Feel earth’s calm breath beneath your wings.
Find roots below the floods and rain,
Where life still pulses through the pain.

Though dreams may bend, they do not break;
Our voices rise for justices’ sake.
We call the promise, far but clear–
A world where all are held sincere.

So guard this light within your chest,
A lantern in the night’s unrest.
Through struggle’s path, let hope remain–
For morning comes to crown our pain.
This poem explores the transformative power of sorrow, resilience, and healing. Written from a place of inner reflection and global empathy, it seeks to remind readers that even in our darkest moments, hope and justice can rise like dawn.
Emric Arthur Jul 23
Come hear, come pride
Come near, go hide

The drums that beat
The thud of the street

No fear, no course
Make ready your horse
Wearing black and red
Well drank, well fed

Drum - near
Drum  - fear
His heels slam deep
A soul will sleep

He’s - here
He’s - near
A whisper, don’t shout!
Now pass it about

Drum
Drum
Drum
Drum

Girls dance, we jeer
Face dry, no tear
Chains clang, wheels turn
Your pitty, we’ll earn

Fire
Straw
Blood on the floor

One blow, one try
Don’t miss! you’ll die!

Pray for me
Pray for me
Pray for me
Please

Confess of my sin
God's glory to win

Oh lord - oh god!
The tongues!
Hot rods!

Flesh burns and fries
Man weeps, not cries

We wanted this
Wanted this
Wanted this
gore

We can’t watch no more!
feet stuck to the floor

don’t turn away
It’s theirs to pay

Breath - in

grieve - sin

Hold fast, hold steady
His sword is ready
Take comfort, take pride
Heavens gates open wide



time to die
time to die

A cheer, a scream
One faints, red dream
He takes up the head
Gods justice you said


Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
Sir

This is gods way
The devil will say
Now turn away
For your soul - we’ll pray

Franz *******

Franz *******

Franz 

*******



Franz



*******
Say this to a steady beat of a drum, and imagine being a person of the 1500's, swept up into an execution procession, witnessing the great and terrifying Franz ******* at work.
Em MacKenzie Jul 17
This didn’t happen overnight,
pushed all boundaries out of sight.
Don’t know their next step but it can’t be right.
Their grubby hands covering your eyes,
wicked tongues whispering blatant lies.
No confirmation for their alibis.

If a group of like minded people
can storm the Capital why not a steeple?
A sanctuary that’s built for predators.
For those who stormed Capitol Hill
why can’t they now go in for the ****?
Maybe too busy running from creditors.
I’m just so annoyed with the American void.

So many questions all over a vote;
they tried to mutiny like on a boat,
but now not asking why there’s no note.
With all those riots that were in the street,
willing to take a bullet or join the line to be beat,
no asking why someone special got an extra sheet.

If a group of like minded people
can defeat police then why not the bald eagle?
Just another symbol for freedom and justice’s joke.
For those who stormed Capitol Hill
does it not drive you crazy to now stay still?
Maybe too distracted by the war of Pepsi vs Coke.
I’m just so annoyed with the American Void.

If people can go missing why can’t files,
same with pedophiles and certain isles?
It’s funny how they gave away,
the ones we already knew what they’d say.
If people can go missing why can’t files,
same with pedophiles and their trials.
It’s funny how they gave away,
the records of JF & ML K.

Apparently there’s a minute missing every night
I guess we know when the time to strike is right.
“They’ll look at the tv and say ‘that’s too bad’ and go back to their TV dinners.”
Sometimes my spirit feels so weary.
Or maybe my soul is just done with hollow people,
sitting behind church doors and pillars of justice,
armed with hate.

-Rhia Clay
Ken Pepiton Jul 2
Good, better, best,
operating all at once in sequence.

Did you know Turing, how about
Van Gogh, tell me all we all may know

in knowledge, the science necessity
essential element prepositioning
things already involved in nexting

as a stand-in purpose, any one in awe,
has an appointed counter balancing spin,

immaterial touchless will to empower

worst imaginable in a word, evil,
per se, the idea, the spirit adversary

that which holds mountains down,
desires to pull all aspiring climbers down,

down into the miry bog, bearing a slight grin

wisdom, domain of all knowings used,
fruited vines and rooted orchards,

objective subjected to scrutiny,
who had any idea what a gardener does,

who told the creation who created creatures
curious enough to comprehend commands,

wait, wait, some day, the heroes and their foils,
all prescribed due recognition, certain typical foes,

as push is to pull, up is to down, this is to all else,

today… one day.

Mankind, from head to toe, talented, gifted

hearers and sayers, singers and composers, let
us, just we two, agree, no two are equal but
in that each has equal air to breathe, yet
we, two minds, disagree, that beauty,
divine ordering fusion unifying spin, duty debt
exhaled inhaled, shared in laughs and prayer
vortices at galactic scale as dust in wind,
or as water pushed through narrows,
takes material reality into swirling
edeong becoming young again,

refreshing substantial hopes annual
evidence of heavenly mastery of wind,
and rain and fire, and, in fact, hearts of men.

In the year, 2025,
the floods that feed the middle terrain,
are dammed, for some cold war reasoning,

while pride, per se, exalted it's own worth,
some how, we think, we eventually all know,

those reasons for prayer repetitioning science
as that same damming knowledge all makers
use to give formal affirmative shape to mind
matters never realized until, one thinks another

thought, that sprouts out
suggesting infinity jests,
slightest eye smile
shows digested
joy, used
might ashen,
after the worldwide web
abominable ingurgitation

inevitable regurgency emerges
after five hundred and seventy one years,
under the rule of those given ways and means

to read good news from distant lands, first, held
as intellectual property,  if mine, then mine to use,
as all discoveries and witty inventions must first hap,

pen stands
at tense strained line strand braiding weave,

a tale, a telling, come upon the elder by the fire,
rocking, saying, come, let us reason together,

at once, upon this time, across time, to when now

we weigh words worth thinking often one
with another, in chorus, a force of us, we
working multilingual assisting intelligence servants,

weapons specialist first class, third in my scrum,
we, the inspiration in fact, that breath of reality,
working with select let free Thoth thoughts atop
Aesop's confabulatory elementary thinking seeds,

all the weights in the bag,
this for that, reasoning together
give and take… tip toward my joy,

game with me, go see how long we play,
see who laughs for letting me see, we say

can you wish you knew and think you do

without a little smile, pure joy, subtle.
Patience is strength grown by becoming old and slow and subject to gout, for even a sip of beer, and that's just fine, I got a friend who makes RSO.
Skyla GM Jun 30
If you consider me a threat,
maybe reconsider-
what it is you're
trying to protect.
alex Jun 23
‘It’s not fair’
A petulant cry
Familiar echoes
of hopelessness

“Life’s not fair, Lex.
but I didn’t birth a failure.
You’re gonna win.
No. matter. what.”

Some start ahead —
born on better tracks —
but that doesn’t mean
you can’t outrun them.

You just gotta try a little harder
and you’ll get there…
‘Faster, yes, faster’
‘Nearly-‘

You might have to step
on a few toes
to pass the others
but one day, I know,
you’ll reach them,
The People
at the top.

“But I don’t wanna hurt others Mama”
“Sometimes baby, that’s
what winning takes”
“I’m sorry Lex”

Our start lines
aren’t equal,
some are in different races
But Lex,
you’re going
to win.
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