Ghostlizard Apr 12

Marching across the deserts looking for foes to impale
I show my brutality killing those who oppose my flail
All of this for a singular quest me and my brethren have to find the Holy Grail

The Defense Industry is profitable.
Money is Power.
Power is an Aphrodisiac.
If you put it all together,
Sociopaths get to have more Sex!

we spend time together laughing out all the time,
but you open up nothing just like a mime.
You seem to be a mystery without a single clue
You make me happy in just a snap
But I doubt whether I can make you happy just for a while?
I too wish to make you happy many a times
but something or the other goes wrong from my side.
I won't force you to be with me
but if you speak up nothing
I won't know how you really feel
all I know is, you hide it all beneath your smile.
Say whatever it is, whether you want to stay or leave
but just don't hide
as the dilemma is killing me from inside!

Hidden conversations about a friend.

A minute for a dollar, a second for a dime.
I execute it all for pay.
My daily trade is killing time.

I slice the day up like a lime
in sections green and silver-gray.
A minute for a dollar, a second for a dime.

I'm practiced in this pantomime,
proficient, quite au fait.
My daily trade is killing time.

Like a hit man in his prime
I knock off the hours of the day.
A minute for a dollar, a second for a dime.

Yet killing here is not a crime;
it's merely the established way.
My daily trade is killing time.

No. killing here is not a crime;
it's the toll road through this fray.
A minute for a dollar, a second for a dime.
My daily trade is killing time.

As a person who likes to stay busy, I hated it when, after 16 years as Audit Director at a university, I was transferred to Assistant Controller working for a person who truly earned her title as "Controller". Since the decision had not been hers, she resented it (as close as I can figure, anyway) so she held back on assigning me work or letting me do work, even when she talked about being swamped. Also it was a large office and I couldn't help but notice a lot of "goofing off". The situation was grist for the mill for this poem...and luckily didn't last long. I left and went in a whole new direction and have been my own boss ever since. :-)
Mane Omsy Mar 28

Why is it always?
Is it your thirst for respect
Prove if you can in a better way
Don't bitch about "it's OURS"
Speak if you can
Or hide in the bushes
Don't sneak around killing people
If you really want to be praised
None will do, even your religion
Hell is awake with your deeds
Eat what you want
Don't dare put your hands
in our platters
Real men don't bring hate
Ugly goblins, teach your kids too
Respect people without covers

Leaders who spread violent speeches and deeds must be abandoned from the country. . Should be hanged in public.
Ritika Dev Mar 25

The Great Barrier Reef
A beauty born out of rock and sand
Seldom touched by human hand
An image of beauty
Slowly demolished
By the unpolished

The Great Barrier Reef
An unexplained bleaching
Its beauty compelling,
Its color expelling.
It lays in pain,
Forever longing a voice.

The Great Barrier Reef
It burns with heat
A half now surrendered
To the changes from above
A feeling unknown
Whirlpools surging
Destroying all we’ve known.

The Great Barrier Reef
She’d given up
Hope.
The destruction will never stop,
Her perseverance now lost.
But maybe someday,
The world will once again live in peace.
The Great Barrier Reef

Rose L Mar 20

Sludge and blood. The smell of deep red iron
filtering through the rocks and bodies bruised to the touch.
Grotesque collections of pills and broken skin;
infections and secretions and violent affections -
Spit stained fingers and dilated pupils at thoughts thick with resin.
Waking up with sickness in your stomach and bite marks on your neck
The pull of clutching hands at strands of hair and bitten lips and sweat
Pulling deeper, sharp inhale of self-done stitches
Ripped open insides and the moment his breath hitches -
aches forever. Pulsing, swollen, bleeding on the brain
Sweet and sickly, gorgeous and gorged veins
Momentary singularity in pain.

I tried to create a parallel in this between illness and sex. I hope it shows!

You are killing me

you make my heart twist.

Maybe you and I could be "we"

perhaps I can finally be kissed.

Chloe Feb 22

Fly high!
That's what they'll say,
after you wreck your car
and spill your brains.

They won't know--
or maybe they will.
Heroin tomb,
disguised as "wonderful daughter,
great friend."

Everyone has earplugs,
blindfolds too.
The epidemic is supplying
some for you.

Russian roulette
has some competition.
This ain't some new
invention...

Nobody cares--
it's not them.
Nobody cares--
unless it's them.
But it's too late by then.

In August of 2017,
Rumors were swirling in Washington, D.C.
Of sexual perversion and paedophillia
Similar to what had been documented
In  the Branch Davidian Cult of Waco, Texas in the 1990's.
"President" Donald Trump
Had become the leader of the New Doomsday Cult,
And was planning  to lead the entire United States of America
Towards Self-Destruction.
A high-ranking U.S. Military Officer
From Williamsburg in Brooklyn, New York
Named Moishe Bernstein
Got wind of this
"Sodom and Gomorrah'
In Washington, D.C..
He had witnessed the Damage
Caused by Sexual Abuse in the Orthodox Jewish Community
And was determined to take action against Trump.
On August 26, 2017,
An Army Force, consisting of 15 Tanks,
Under the direction of General Bernstein
Rolled towards the White House.
Moishe shouted on a Loudspeaker.
"Okay, Trump."
"I want you to come out of the White House with your hands behind your back!"
"What if I refuse?!" was the response from "President" Trump.
"You don't want to witness the consequences of That, Trump!"
Responded  Moishe.
It was little Barron Trump who fired the first shot
At the American Troops with his pistol.
Private Gamal Deng,
An immigrant from Gambia,
Was caught off guard by the bullets coming from Barron's pistol.
He opened fire with his Barret M-107
And instantly blasted the boy to bits.
Then,
Shockingly,
Melania Trump picked up a rifle,
Aimed it at Private Sandra Cisneros from Tempe, Arizona,
And started shooting at her.
Sandra did not want to kill Melania,
But,
Feeling threatened,
She felt she had no choice,
But to open fire with her
Fabrique Nationale M240.
Sandra not only killed Melania.
She caused a gaping hole to form in the White House
And a Fire to break out.
Now,
The White House was burning.
Abdul Karim Masjid
Was on the Scene for Al-Jazeera News.
"Yes, it's very tragic what has happened to America,"
Abdul told told Al-Jazeera's Worldwide Simulcast Audience.
"We knew that they had some serious  Problems,"
"But we never thought it would come to This!"

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