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Allen James Aug 2018
POW
The rapid fire of a printer,
Can rip a soul to shreds,
At 9:00AM some think it’s ten,
While others just forget,
One by one we hold our ground,
With nowhere to retreat,
Our fingers march in unison,
To the sound of the same beat,

Poor young Bobby's in the corner,
Still trembling in his boots,
This is no place for tender hearts,
For that is what we shoot,
12:00PM - Swallow regret,
With ramen in a bowl,
A busy stomach helps to keep,
The mind off starving souls,

Fly back now birdie, it's 12:30,
There's been a breach of internet,
We all break rank and start to yell,
"Run for your cigarettes!"
Let's pull ourselves together now!
There's glory to be had,
They say our names will live forever,
When sales aren’t too bad,

4:00PM - It’s time again,
To reassess our plan,
All team leaders to the front,
In chains of old command,
Let’s push a little further now,
Eyes on the prize of screens,
We'll break our backs, our necks, and wrists,
But we will never break routine!

6:00PM - We did it men!
Victory is here,
Now how about we celebrate?
With laughs and ice cold beer,
But wait a second, look out there!
The enemy’s not through,
I know they’re all too young to die,
But killing children is what we do,

Another round. What say you, men?
Let’s not forget our cause,
We've found so many bodies here,
Yet all the minds are lost,

Now brace yourselves for madness,
Thoughts of discharge from your desk,
For delusion earns no payment here,
And hopes are kept in check,
And should you ever dare to wander,
Then you too shall go berserk,
With visions of a POW,
A Prisoner Of Work.
hannah Aug 2018
Pain and anger
It feels as if it's not me
I feel like a puppet doing and saying as you command
I feel like a fool only meant to sit still and lifeless until you say otherwise
I am not a human anymore but an object that does and says what I am told to
My hand just won't stop today, it's making me pay... for every time I've ignored it when it was  begging to play.

Just when I think that it's had enough, that it's tired... Down goes the pen, grab the torch spark the fire.

A small book of poems, a wall full of art all a day's work to my hand when it starts.

I get hungry grow weary my back starts to ache....no sir not done yet... you're staying up late.

I let my hand be the master, me it's slave for the day, at least once a week, so it's happy and I'm sane.
Like I tell everyone.... it's not me but my hand.
Aa Harvey Jul 2018
Thrall


The cup has arrived, take my blood.
Fill it up with the good stuff.
Drink the wine, while I unwind these chains.
I have been trapped too long in this self-made cage.


Tear at the bones with perfect teeth.
Ground to a point; been grinding for weeks,
To get the right blade to cut my food with.
This hole I exist in just leaves me livid.


I want to scream in the middle of day-dreams,
But people will see me and never know,
That the empire is crumbling; all around me is dust.
I have given up on this castle of rust.


The armour no longer protects my soul.
The happiness is gone and I am feeling old
And demoralized, the eternal night,
Beckons me to join it, but I am made of pure light.


The claws had dragged me under their spell,
But now the spell is broken, so let me leave this Hell
And find my own way, a better way;
All else only fades away.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Bilal Ibn Rabah 5
The love gained product
They got a child
He was black
His father got happy
As his mother was funny
They celebrated with slaves
All got more happy
After the celebration ended
He got up sad
He took the kinder and ran
The mother fumbled his loved
She had not found
She got up
In spite of her pain
After pregnant and got that child
She called at his husband
"Rabah, Rabah"
He continued in running
He was as a ghost
Running far and fast
She ran after him
The sun was still hid
She was lazy to rise
She was fearing of watching
Crime repeated every time
According to poor and slave
According to injustice of man
Who beat his brother, man
Mother of Bilal insisted to run
In spite of her pain
In spite of her weakness
She called at strong
In spite of her weakness
She fell down
She downed to the earth
The falling made sound
Touched Bilal father's heart
He turned with tears
He returned stretching arm
One carrying his child
Other helping his love
She cried and said,"
Why do you try to ****
Our love, our child?"
Is not he our love gain?"
His tears covered his face
They embraced
They entered
He explained
He said," I fear that
He would be taken
As slave and we couldn't see him
Again"
love, faith ,cooperate
They married, they married

Their love became fact

They celebrated, celebrated

The stars were in happy

The world got fine

Their master prepared

Everything to the celebrate

In spite of being stingy

He brought a lot of meat

Of sheep and cows

All the slaves came

They danced and sang

They said, "Oh! Brilliant

Aquamarine comes from the deepest

Making everything fill of feelings

Of happy that cavers and distributes

The funny over all faces

You have white heart

White heart

Carrying into good stature

Making hearts tend

To get a funny music

Expressing good melody

The harmony tells

The harmony covers

Love is up

Love is forever"

They entered their home

They thanked their master

They thanked their Gods

They filled home with happy

They slept with satisfy
this is for who search for freedom and justice
Bardo Jun 2018
Caught in the spell of my Vampire Girl
Totally smitten with this one
   dangerous kitten
Calls me again to the shadows
Down these familiar backstreets to her    
   lair
Like some strange compelling music I  
   must follow
I have no choice but to obey.

Zombie slave to her voodoo woman
Can't escape, can't extricate myself
From this tangled web she's woven,
Her voice in my head, it tolls like a bell
   imperious, commanding!
That face in my mind, its dark visage
Her outstretched cup, her sweet sweet
   poison.
Poem about addiction. It drains life and energy, hence the Vampire Girl
Aa Harvey Jun 2018
Jack and Jill: Enter the Matrix


Jack and Jill, took the blue pill.
The truth they cared not for, the truth they ignored.
Their minds couldn't handle, what their brains didn't believe.
The truth stood in front of them, but they knew nothing is free.


They thought if they learned,
What wasn't meant to be known.
They would become slaves and never see home.


Stood on top of a hill, Jack turned to Jill.


Did we make the right choice?
Should we have had our eyes opened?
Just think of all the things, that we could have learned.
But what was the cost, a life time of slavery?
In life nothing’s given; foolishness is bravery.


Think of all of those heroes, you read about at school.
They died for a cause, surely that makes them fools.
Sure they found their fame, but only in their deaths;
I'd rather be unknown, than take my last breath.


But forever more we must know something is missing.
Our lives are a lie, our entire existence.
Scared of learning, or scared of the consequences?
Regrets all we have now, the truth could have been splendid!


Our chance has now passed, through fear of being slaves,
But we're trapped in this matrix, a slave to the wage.
Money and possessions, that’s all that we crave.
The heroes may be foolish, but at least they were brave,
Enough to at least try; I think we’re the slaves.


A glimmer of hope, shines right there in front of us
And we turn our backs, through fear and mistrust.
We could have been Gods!  Better than our fellow man.
Now were just numbers, working for 'Uncle Sam'.


We could have flown, like birds in the sky,
Slowed down time, dodge bullets and not die.
We could have lived forever!  We could have been just like Neo!
Now we’re just worms, to be eaten by the eagles.


I hate you Jack! You made me choose wrong.
I hate you Jill! I ignored it for a home
And a life with my wife.


We climb each day for a bucket of water;
We can hardly even feed our baby daughter.
Jenny's her name, her brother Joe's on the way.
What would they choose?  Would they choose the same?


But our families ok, they won't know that they’re slaves.
They'll love life at home and they'll visit our graves.
We must teach them, nothing of what we know,
For they would grow to hate us and then they would go.


Our house is just fine, with the orchards of wine.
A family business for a hundred years,
Their lives will be the same.
Never wanting for anything, they will have all they want;
But they can never leave, for this is our spot,
Where my mother gave birth, like her mother before;
As will Jenny, as did I and as will many more.


For life is a circle, what goes around comes around.
Repeating history, is what we have found,
To work for generations, our family has survived.
We’re born here.
We live here.
And it's here that we die.


(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Talia Jun 2018
I was your slave
to every end of your lust
I'd be punished if I were to misbehave
but this addiction to you was a must
you said it was forever
I was too naive to know that it's never true
I've been addicted to every part of you since November
and way beyond that, and you never had a clue
until that one fateful autumn day
when what you said started it all
and what I said, was no misplay
little did I know what I answered would result in my downfall.
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