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Bus Poet Stop Apr 2015
eye did.   As my prejudices expected, the odd assortment of "characters"were all present and not to be unaccounted for...a romantic comedy on a good Friday, attracts the believers, the well wishers, the ones who think if only the world was.. and I was not re or so tired of life, unemployed, lonely, damaged in some manner of being...

not too many young, just a few... theater darkness is a masque, with a risqué chance of oh no, I've been witnessed by the non-believers.

the infirm with their mobile caretakers and paraphernalia were there.  Odd couples, were there.  If there was one unifying common characteristic, I selected this one.  We all needed haircuts. eye don't know why but it made me think about going to get one's haircut, and the rituals that requires....and it is and is not a bit like being in a almost totally private world inpublic, where you, the individual and some outside force majeure, hairdresser, movie screen engages and temporarily transforms you.  That is why, I, went to the movies on a Friday afternoon, to be transformed and not reformed, in public, in private...
Yenson Apr 2019
Grow up, get real
It's the way the cookie crumbles,
deal with, who says life is a bed of Roses
I am what I am and you are what you are
we didn't make ourselves, these things happen
go blame your parents if you must vent, your father first
if he wasn't lust crazed and extracting his little winkle that time
you wouldn't now sit here a fool of hate doing early troll duty
some are privileged and some are not, **** it up
it's been like that from time immemorial, boys
we can't all be winners with all we want
not even the Queen has everything
I would try and be the best I can be
rather then waking up to know
some fool somewhere annoys
me enough to become
a pathetic troll
Jezz, its bad
enough being
a peasant without
having to go to bed
obsessed and wake up
obsessed day in day out
I dread to think what its doing to you all
and no paid hols or a Merc to whizz you
for a lovely Chinese meal like I will be doing
later today with a peasant *****, in comfort and style
get out the pitch forks, folks, I know the writer of this piece, I just stole it from him. He is a ****** toff, silver spoon ladidah rogue.He should be publicly lynched and his innards fed to foxes. We should be burning this horrible capitalist blood sucker at the stake. We should castrate this parasite. WE are the salt of the earth and these leeches are living off our backs. Grab your pitchforks, grab your staffs and cudgels, let us drive this greedy ******* out of town. Come on folks, you'll feel better for it......
Trelon Grant Apr 2019
with the rain comes realization
and with realization comes change
the clouds beckon the lamentation
the lightning beckons the thunder
the tornado extirpates the innocent
but especially the blind
to their actions
their effects
their afflictions
even with the sun
eyes remain closed
ears deaf
spirit unwilling
to move
you’re comfortable
on your tower of contenting
But I am the foundation
The brick
the steel
the glue
and I am about to move
Lack of assertiveness in life and people will walk all over you - but I’ve had enough.
fiachra breac Apr 2019
soaring peacefully,
far above our heads.

you keen and dive,
move and shake,
you dance.

careful now -
don't let go,
keep the string firm in your grasp

she is strong,
and she pulls hard -
lifting us up from our feet.

o! to be a ribbon,
fluttering in your breeze,
swirling and twirling beneath
your gaze.

o! to feel the tug
of that thin white line,
wrenching us forward,
dragging us on -

tied to the pit of my stomach,
you yank what's left of my insides out
Esther L Krenzin Apr 2019
My friends call me a *******
laughing all the while
they think it is amusing
because they do not know it
to be true

So I laugh along with them
"How did you know?"
inwardly hoping for them
to look closer
see clearer
past the veil of my own design

But
they
don't
so we carry on with this ruse
and even if the words were dusted
in sugar
it would still sting

-Esther L. Krenzin-
-Roguesong-
I know that I am broken. I know I have the soul and the body of a old lady. But please treat me as you do your own.
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