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Violet Mar 2016
I'd choose you over her
Hell, I'd choose you over any other girl
You know what? I've always loved you
Somewhere within me
I know that you've never really left my mind
Perhaps that's the thing about us
We spent too long not talking to each other
But I always knew that if I could've been sure
I would've chased you down and asked
If you'd want to go out sometime
And I know we live different lives
But perhaps that's why you've always been
A great mystery to uncover
I've seen your faults and you've seen mine
Let me set things right now
Let me do what I should've done years ago
Would you like to have a quality time with me?
Ah, aren't you the thoughtless, careless girl.
Whatever happened to the promises
We made for the greater good?
What are we doing to keep them?
Are we doing less than we should?

What are we teaching our children now?
Are we teaching them at all?
What will they grow up to be?
Will they live to become our downfall?

Did we forget our own language?
Or did we simply not learn in the first place?
And have we no words to write
And no words to say?

What good are our brains
If we have no mind to use them?

Is this the best we can do?
Have we reached our limits?
Can we aim high no longer?
Are we fated to aim forever low?

How many times must we be warned
Until we get the message?
Are the ones who warn wasting their breath?
Are we going deaf?

How much blood do we have to spill?
How much damage do we have to cause and feel?
Have we gone blind?
Whatever happened to goodwill?

What's to become of the loving ones?
What's to become of the earnest ones?
What's to become of everyone with a heart?

Are all the good people doomed
To be used by the bad?

Is this the best we can do?
Have we reached our limits?
Can we aim high no longer?
Are we fated to aim forever low?

What about faith, hope and love?
What about those who live to love?

What about faith, hope and love?
What about those who live for love?

What about faith, hope and love?
What about those who live in love?

What about faith, hope and love?
What about those who live and love?
In response to the headlines at the start of this month as well as the issues they describe (e.g. national illiteracy, incompetent politicians, crime and terrorism, etc.)...

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© 2016 Jordan Dean "Mystery" Ezekude, Incognitus Entertainment
Ronald J Chapman Dec 2015
Stupid General
A Passionate Romance
From a dream by Poet Ron

Queen Hyun is a ****, strong and smart woman from the city of Seoul. Her life is going nowhere until she meets General Gyeong, a tall, handsome man.

Queen Hyun takes an instant disliking to General Gyeong and the drunken and cowardly ways he learnt during his years sailing the Eastern sea.

However, when a dragon tries to **** Queen Hyun, General Gyeong sobers up and comes to her rescue. Queen Hyun begins to notice that General Gyeong is actually rather charming and brave at heart.

But, the temptations of bottles of wine leave him blind to Queen Hyun affections and Queen Hyun looks to the stars for answers.

Finally, She notices an invisible but handsome swordsman, Warrior Young
A fighter that always stood guard over her since she was a child. A fighter that would do anything she asked of him. In fact, he would give his life for her.

While General Gyeong, sits at a table with a glass of wine still wishing for passionate love.

Stupid General Gyeong chose a glass of wine over spending his life with a  beautiful queen.

Copyright © 2015 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
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Brent Kincaid Dec 2015
I once dated a ******
And I loaned him money.
I laughed out loud in church.
Well! I found it all so funny.
I bought a used Chevy van
Without the proper paperwork.
I tried to get my money back
And the guy called ME a ****.

A friend told me I could buy ****
From a guy on the edge of Watts.
Eleven o’clock at night on his porch
Me, a stranger, waiting. Stupid ****.
Once I knew another guy, not well.
He wanted some dope from me.
I agreed to sell it, then realized
The fellow worked for the FCC.

I let a gal move in with me
A hippie from Haight Ashbury.
She drank my *****, ate my food
Then stole all she could carry.
It was just the kind of thing,
The sixties games we played.
Free love, open heart and then
After all that, I didn’t get laid.

A guy was selling hot TVs
From my place of employ.
A fool and money, you know
Is all about a gullible boy.
And, since the crook was a gal
I fell for it, because naturally,
A nice lady would never, ever
Try to swindle the sweet young me.

A guy was plunking his guitar
With a sign that said he was blind.
I gave him my last buck and
Figured I was just being kind.
At five o’clock, he got up to go
And I thanked my lucky star
That I was not blind like he was
Then I saw him drive away in his car.

Doing stupid things does not mean
That a person it a certifiable idiot.
It can mean that we trust too much
Or that we’re greedy and don’t admit it.
We see a chance to get a profit
Or even to do something nice
Then get stupid, do what we know
Is contrary to all good advice.
Before you said a word
I knew what every single one was.

Before you said his name
It was burning in the back of my head.

I thought I saw the future,
Our future,
But then I realized something dreadful:
I couldn't see anything.
Homunculus Dec 2015
If you live in the US,
Your tax dollars fund
Drone strikes, that
**** children, and a
Military, that
Bombs hospitals, but
Oh, well
Football's on,
Whatever.
protip: don't pay your taxes
Antonio Dec 2015
Oak
If i were to hurt, someone so near and so dear, to my heart. I wouldn't know where to start. The shame i would carry would weigh on my brain, an imprint of you, creating deep pain. For one stupid act, so quick, just seconds. Could have killed us that night. But if i survived, when you were both gone, i could not go on. How could I?
I got in a car accident driving like an idiot last night, i could have killed two of my closest friends. It makes me think.
Erika Castaldo Dec 2015
I think that love is real,
But it isn't for everybody.
Everyone I’ve loved has left
Or grown to hate me.

He made me believe in him,
Believe that he wasn't like my
Father or my Mother.
He made me believe that I would be loved.

I was so stupid
To think that he wouldn't find
Her more interesting, more beautiful
With her too-bleached hair and
Full lips she draws on each day.

She sings and dances and acts
While I read and write.
She goes to his football games
While I stay home and study.
She goes on vacations with him
While I go to college fairs.

I know I can't compare,
But I thought he cared.
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