Paul Jones Dec 2015

The unwavering     will, awoken by
a thousand threats, is     shook but never thrown.

30/12/15
BSeuss Jul 10

The worst
Place to be
On a battle field,
Is taking cover
From the man
Firing at you with
Blank rounds.

(Title edited. Didn't notice)

I think we all have our, "Hold on," moments.
Our, "Wait a minute," moments.
The, "Stop and breathe," moments.
I feel like we jump too early,
Or we close our eyes too late,
Premature to seeing something that scares us most,
Unable to get a good look at the attacker.
Take this into consideration;
One, breathe but don't inhale too loudly for your fear will hear you.
Two, stand your ground but don't stand too tall because it's like challenging a broad shouldered victor in the room.
Three, listen closely but with caution,
You might hear something you do not want to hear.
Four, wear your smile like a pendant but if you do beware,
there are people willing to take that smile and brandish it with their own chemicals.
Do not underestimate yourself,
For your body is a gun to which only you have access to the trigger so when you go off, do not blame anybody but yourself.
If you have exposed your trigger to another do not let them anywhere near you for your trigger will be their new weapon of choice.
Five, please don't expect to hand your fully loaded body to another and to be put upon a shelf and shown off because baby,
They will empty you chambers,
They will hold you like a threat,
They will own you like your name isn't on the document that is your skin,
Baby, they will load their own bullets into you like you're the one at fault for firing because you thought handing your body over to somebody you love would not pull the trigger.
I know it is not your fault but the jury does not think so.

Guard your trigger.
Ako Jun 20

He is sad 
As he is a bet 
He is dead 
Is all they bet.

All they want is a bet 
Causing his life to be a duet 
Between him and regret 
All he knows, his life is a threat.

He knows, he is just an epithet 
His tears making him wet 
A brief vignette 
They turn him into a marionette.

Free me of this sickness
Get me out of my mind
This virus in my body
Keeps me awake at night

And I wait under the covers
Take my drugs, suppress my fever
But it's something I can't sweat out
The tightness in my throat
The aching of my bones
Burning behind my eyes oh tell me why why why why

I can't shake you off
I can't believe it
Dust inside my lungs
From breathing you in
Every cell in me has been contaminated
Put me under quarantine

Fires burning in my head
Don't think I've even left this bed for days
Time slips
And spills away
Keep getting sicker
Haven't found a way
To treat my symptoms or find my cure
I don't know what I'm looking for
As the hours pass, all I can think
Is how you (went and) infected me

And I'm so sick of feeling wrong
And coughing up my fucking lungs
Every bit of my being's getting worse
I became a victim of it first
I'm patient zero
And until I find you, then
I will never be healthy again

mina Mar 30

i need a
barrier
shield
an armour
a safeguard

shelter
defence
sanctuary

for danger
hazard
risk
instability

harm
menace
& threat

or just to sum up
safety versus men's hands

i need someone to be by my side
& make me feel safe. i wdnt ask for anything else
MARK RIORDAN Mar 9

OH DEAR NORTH KOREA
THERE IS A NUCLEAR THREAT
THE U.S. JAPAN AND CHINA
HAVE AN EACH WAY BET


KIM JONG-UN IS CHALLENGING THE WORLD
COME ON NATIONS LET PLAY
IF WE ARE TO DANCE
WILL WE HAVE A NUCLEAR DAY


WHAT CAN WE DO TO HOLT THE THREAT
AND BRING THE WORLD TO PEACE
COME ON KIM JONG-UN WHY DON'T YOU WATCH
OLIVIA NEWTON JOHN IN GREASE

KIM JONG-UN IS CHALLENGING THE WORLD AND OUR RESPONSE WILL DETERMINE THE FUTURE.

A junkie is, a junkie was, a junkie here? a dime a dozen.
A junkie girl? just sixteen.
Choose to see life, a different sheen.
Needle never, needle then.
Needle why, in need of a friend.
Need some love, to warm my bones.
was frightened then, terribly alone.
A junkie was, a junkie why.
A junkie wished she could die.
A junkie lost it, skinny and sick.
all that's left, bones to pick.
A junkie disease, a junkie cure.
Don't know if you can recover for sure.
A good person now, a junkie then.
Hard to tell who might win.

Past, future, hopeful.

My beloved let me hug you on this beautiful evening
Your taste and flavor has just taken my heart and soul
How can I explain style how can I forget your bending
My beloved you are my mission and my aim ,my goal

I do not know where my love will subside ,culminate
Apparently there are very many hurdles,ups and downs
Allow beauty to openly accept all love graces to satiate
To be on the path of progress, prosperity to wear crowns

Edge of eternity is waiting to make this pursuit glorious
Let's march on to the destination without any fear or fret
This is what is called labor of love without being laborious
When destiny is clear in sight then there is no fear or threat

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

Brent Kincaid Nov 2016

I can’t watch the news anymore
That ugly orange man is a bore
And a pompous ass and a jerk.
Him in charge? That’ll never work.
We are in such trouble, so deep
It’s a wonder any of us can sleep.
I find myself in a constant depression.
It’s like Americans didn’t learn the lesson
In the last of several pointless wars.
We were all taught now and before
When we sent our young off to die
And we weren’t even really sure why.

We brought many of them back in bags
Left the living in dumps and rags
Because we stopped acting like better men
In taking care of our sacrificed veterans.
And did we invest the money wisely instead?
No we chose to obscenely feather the beds
Of people who were never under threat
And we haven’t wised up. No, not yet.
We keep on throwing good toward evil.
Like feeding cotton fields to boll weevils
We elect criminals without recompense.
So little leadership today makes sense.

The land we live in today is so strange.
Right and wrong have been rearranged.
We are lied to and we cheer them on
Until almost all our rights are gone,
Make heroes out of thieves and crooks
Mostly based on fame and their looks.
Half of us don’t even know the issues.
The rest of us reach for the tissues.
Our only solid hope was for us to vote
The sad thing is we’re in the same boat
And no matter what the right is thinking
Our sick national boat is quickly sinking.

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