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Righteous squib
direly free
with kindly
merchant must
hither upon
his brow
the brand
that may
fulfill any
desire though
with butter
in toe
made greed
wither which
to inherit
safely here
his treasure.
A terrible slap fence him round Poughkeepsie
those tips umbrella a man and that egress as
her wiles portray any scoundrel there
though break dance may pray for both their future
that make an acquisition privately monitoring
but colorful proposition of any expectations
in this hazelnut fortune of yesterday in Vassar.
Her geometry
does court
her doctor  
***** those
exactly with
feeling then
her lore  
was to
true that
made it
an underwrite
that her
partisan inured
by which
those suits
desire herd
in droves.
I hear her throttle roar
there is a speed demon that devoted her car
but flex her punch in the midnight air
round the town on her boulevard tonight
her Firebird streamed her heat like a cigar
and headers in a chassis smelting lore
Trump mobile
I heard a spool of yarn only yesterday yearn
whence from atop a hill subsistent with lore
her newspaper turned blogger here
why her demon cut loose
when she haled tomfoolery her ally cat
from outback went to purr upon her shoulder
as it ran; out from under her carpet that flesh
lingered trough the night but in her bed side table drew a pen
then paper from her shelf below
for we slept together with her stiletto yet lingerie forevermore.
How could we expect Righteousness to prevail
When there are none willing to make sacrifices
Such a gorgeous sunny day and i have to go
Yet what does my death matter
If it will incite the masses to rise to action
dth Feb 2015
she's a mess.
a repugnant creature who doesn't know how to live a life, merely surviving. nods to everything she's told to do, a wretched sheep following herds of lost souls. how does one never thinks for herself?

he's a mess.*
a human with no humanity, lost his every sense to feel. delusional wight blinded by power and wealth, his money-driven grandiose reveries full of portentous capitalism. big-mouthed, greedy mortal who **** after status quo, speaks in vanity but no truth ever comes out.
this is about the current political condition in my country, indonesia.
stunned mind Jan 2015
stop killing
stop hating
stop terror
I'm scared
Dark n Beautiful Jun 2014
The Windows are eyes
wings like an eagle with open arms.
welcoming us with a little charm.

A gesture to ease the hardships
this recession have cast upon us,
  prolongation creeps into another year
peace talks or summit talks our
lifestyles fades like tears.

Does anybody out there really care?

Debt collectors calling
all hours of the morning,
Paychecks shrinks,
Our state of mind is on the brink
Are we going under?
Like a loud clap of thunder.

Does anybody out there really care?

The front door smiles
and the wings are like open arms
is this our only charms?
recession leads to depression,
Is ruining our lives.

— The End —