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Oculi Nov 2017
Looking at me, you see a pure, young soul.
But look inside me, you sweet summer child.

Inside me are so many people
I am Che Guevara with the lance of poetry
I am Vladimir Lenin with the shield of quick wit
I am Petőfi Sándor with the armor of ambition
I am Mahatma Gandhi with the horse of music
I am Fidel Castro with the arms of an endless mind
I am Spartacus with the flames of unending hope
But I am The Uncharismatic Man with the burdens
The burdens of a tired arm
The burdens of a twisted tongue
The burdens of clipped wings
The burdens of a deaf ear
The burdens of numb thoughts
The burdens of a dying sun
I've risen up and gone down just as quick
My rebellion was for naught this time
I've grown exhausted from the fights
But I'll never put down my arms.
I'll never cease the struggle.
This war never ends.
So fight with me, brother.
Fight yourself, goodfellow.
Defeat the oppression, comrade.
And never give up...
Not until I give you the call to surrender.
Saint Jimmy Nov 2017
Respect your elders I spit
Respect those who've lived and work decades before you I snarl

I show no respect to you
I show respect if you earn it

The entitled generation that is anything but vs the old generation who believe themselves better.

"Respect your elders!" The shout that answers my "*******"
I'll show respect when given.

Respect your elders, but only if they respect you
Treat people right bros, but don't let them walk all over you

St J
shadowliepard Nov 2017
We leave behind us
A sea of fire
The past is burning

We see behind us
Kingdoms crumble
Ages to rubble
Only us standing

And the future ain't a promise but it tells no lies
The past has no place for us
Society has betrayed us
Leave dust and ash and take off; leave a world behind

The path that led us to meet across the ages is our proof
Your hand, in mine, this instant is the only truth
Even if the future is denied me
Even with my enemies behind me
You won't take away my power to create my own destiny

This is us, and this is ours
Our hands entwined, at destiny's hour
We weren't wrong and we won't fall
For we are already
Immortals
Stephanie Franco Nov 2017
The cruelty of our passions
Burnt down into small pieces of ashes
By those who despise us
Even though this very country
Was built on freedom of speech
So although we keep fighting
Hoping to win this battle
Between all odds
We’ll keep attacking
With the power of words
And the power of the human soul
We’ll raise hell if we have to
For that is who we are
We are the brilliant,
The omnipotent,
The spontaneous
Hell Raisers
A tale of dawn where
my genius at play for her beads
if thunder hie will quicken quinine
why Doeville surely nigh and on route yon
that bare a drove her handkerchief spar
in field with hills to make her rich still clad in negligee
and between her steps arose Carthage in antiquity
a lore of ages to unfold Spain today
with a guitar strumming this spicy song of quest so inane
As such let us see a referendum
G Rog Rogers Oct 2017
Revolution
is a confiding smile
that reaches from
deep within the heart
An outstretched hand
up and out
to give a life forsaken
a new start

To seek and search
far beyond
and glimpse
a brightly shining path
Yet then to look behind
and back again
to be assured that all
will know the way

Rebellion
is a knowing look
a glance from eye to eye
A slight inflection
of radiant joy
in the tenor of a sigh

The quietly warm
and whispered word
with a gentle breeze of hope

Revolution is a beautifully
harmonious triumphant tune
that just won't leave
you alone

-R.

(06)
-TX
Rvsd.

©ASGP
BSeuss Oct 2017
I thought I was writing
new forms of poetry.
I realize now it was not
at all to be.

people whom read my works
must be kind for not
boycotting my hypocrisy.

apologies
Harry Roberts Oct 2017
Stuck in cages,
Clicking like
On multiple pages.
Falling into
Endless rages.

Yeah the worlds ****** and
You dance with it
In the rhythm and you can't forget it.
You could never regret it.
You found a pearl in the dark

A spark in the stars
A Lark, long claws
And I'm up early
Take to the sky, sparkling and
Pearly.

Flamboyant, I float
I've always been girly.
Empty seas a space to sink,
Water surrounds but not a drip
To drink.

But I think,
I feel through the
Folds destined to kink
And I stop and rethink
Dissolve and think pink.
What's more pure
Than something that lacks to be whole.

Neither white
Nor red
But I bleed the same
A game and it ends,
It's all a shame.

Earth - Yes the end
It's all the same,
To the Roost
The Rooster then
The Roosters came.

Blood and mud
Made me whole,
But
A stud and studs
Stained my soul.
Written after a night shift and a couple of hours listening to Khia
Matthew Harlovic Sep 2017
you organize a peaceful protest with profane language,
spitting the same rhetoric as those you care to vanquish.
i languish in sanguine spirits across all of god's creation
in the name of betterment of a solemn nation.

© Matthew Harlovic
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