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The full moon penetrated
His glint through my
Battered victorian
Sash window at twilight,
Whilst poem 52
Was made known
Unto me by Yeshua,
My Muse.

''Let not thy imagination
Run wild with idle theories
Echoed by voices of dubiety
Under the lawless one,
Hellbent on wounding
Me by making sin,
Man's daily bread''.

''Guard thy faith with
My scriptures, and lean
On scholars well learned in
Her near eastern culture
That their twisted Words,
Will take no effect on
Thee''.
No more time,
for us to exchange greetings.
And no more time,
for us to exchange words.
Indonesia, 2nd March 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Jeremy Betts Feb 26
You know exactly who I'm referring to when I say...

They have this habitual political ritual of babbling on
Rambling wrong, your standard God complex politician
Standing in front of a congregation spewin' lies, oozin' corruption through thin skin
Politickin' about a mission we should sht on and skip the Charmin
This is my f
ck you dissertation, a doctrine based on real time observation
A deep dive into what has essentially become an unhealthy obsession with sin
Holding a position I'm told I have no right to speak on much less be a voice in
But if one life don't matter none, no life matters son
Including your own, don't confuse facts with opinion
Watching your tone would be wise in this situation
Hooked on the slogan defund every police station
Convinced it means let loose the entire prison population
You know, just for fun
Stoke the confusion, skip any and all explanation, no need for a reason
Willfully blind to the sedition, a corporation backed rebellion, it's open season for treason
To quote the law men, "we'll even hold the door for y'all till you're all in"
Then when they're leavin' make sure to welcome them back again
A simple bewildered complexion brings 'em satisfaction
Chaos the reflection of a lagit election
Regardless of the facts within reach, we witnessin' half a population claim fiction
Feel the friction
Destruction is the reaction, falling for a complex distraction
The consumption of our damnation overshadowed by a mutation of this god forsaken nation
How did we wind up in this position? How'd we let this happen?
I reckon we sure weren't just placed in this situation, a fraction of us stumped by long division
It''s by no means an answerless equation but a question we still debate on
Standing upon a soapbox trying to out crazy the competition
What was once neighborly is now seen as the opposition
Someone please just hit the gong so we can move on
Restoration is easier than resurrection so stay strong
Hope has been long gone for so long, maybe to long, a hopeless conclusion drawn
No anti venom for our venomous condition
A symptom raised from conception, taught to the young
We bet on corruption inside a polling station
Ballets a currency printed on different stationery then it's just simple addition
Still waiting on the announcement that we finally won
But that day will never come unless you're higher echelon
Controlled by the elusive free mason, I'm guessin'
Can't know for certain what side they on, influencing our direction from behind a curtain
A mission forgotten, a population forsaken
Praise God as dangerous as hail Satan
That should be a$$ backwards but it ain't wrong, I'm just sayin'
If you were payin' attention you wouldn't need an explanation
Incarceration eludes the criminals behind the walls of that white mansion
Not a single one ever pays for what they've done and that's fuel for frustration
The people scream out objection and beg for a proper ejection of this borderline evil pantheon
But they get to run over and over again every election and instead of serving up a strict ten day eviction
We just turn to digital b*tchin', no real action taken so we're stuck with this dangerous faction
One that holds Rome as its inspiration so you know this nation is collapsin' it's just a matter of when...and if we'll even make it to the end
Karijinbba Feb 21
One of you continues to ****
my head E-mailing from HP
covertly unprovoqued.
Your hateful angry senseless
defecated words
are your property not me.

"My roses aren't planted in your dark
nasty places for your misery and pain"
You aren't the center of my Universe
come out from your dark cloud
stop your pooping rain
on me find another victim.

Satan doesn't want you in hell
and God won't let you in
heaven.
~~~
By: karijinbba, 2020.
Elizabeth Henry his child molester
girl friend nurse from hell
1983 present
the other Charles manson
advocates
susan WR ratano
Arthur Rat human predators
traficants
users haters womb less
childless **** have no life
Jeff A, John Ch no cojones only selfish agendas blind deaf mute
habitual drug user *******
snakes in every mother's paradise
sadistic Nazis hiding under a new flag named Susan W Rat ta ta no
HP and Facebook
should require finger printing
to create accounts on here to not allow bullies maggots the stalker, sociopaths
writing about their excrement
Cease and desist.
Val Vik Feb 11
Last night,
I dreamed of the red sun
whose rays have fallen
into the centerline
& swayed into a pollen tube
the birth of Hibiscus
Rosa-sinensis

Then, its stigma
swirled into a human heart
& its beat - echoed -
shined through the dark
into a vibrant atmosphere
I could finally see the horizon

it was the beginning...
written on Feb 11th, 2018
wanted to create a poem inspired by a dream
-the creation story
i cross my fingers
i do not hold my breath
here i go again
i know you aren’t supposed to use cliches but i thought a poem composed entirely of clickes could be interesting so here we are
Chad Young Feb 4
I am the power of literacy,
The power of the written word,
The power of the tongue.
I am not the color of my skin, but the content of my mind.

I prefer silence to news.
I prefer to vote for the party of lesser evil than write-ins.
I prefer religion to politics.
I prefer oneness to distinction.
I prefer coffee to alcohol.
I prefer cigarettes to refer.
I prefer nutmeg to LSD.
If I could give all these up except one, I would prefer oneness.
Who am I?
What a beautiful word
If your dream will come true
And you realize you never sleep again
You will get what you want
Like your childhood playing with many toys in your room
O, let me play!
In this poem
I’ll play my word in my dream
I’ll play with you
In a bed
With a pillow
With a doll
With a sword
With a dream
With all my imagination
What a beautiful word
You are my dream
The dream of my world
Playing in playing out
My happiness will beat many sadness lines in the saddest word for the saddest world
O, let me play!
Let me play in a verse
Let me!
Let me!
You and me
Indonesia, 4th February 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Did you know that I once wrote you a poem?
Yes, I wrote you a poem! Once.
Carefully choosing words, strategically placing them one after each other,
desperately trying to convey, I don't know what.
I think it was love - so you told me.
I wrote you a poem, didn't you read it?

A friend told me to write about real love.
'Real love', she said. 'Your stories are too melancholy', she said.
I see them as funny, as love can be sometimes.
Wasn't our love funny (sometimes)?
I think it was - so you told me.
Do you know that I once wrote you a poem?

We parted as we started, equally dividing the plants,
the books, the plates, the cutlery and eventually the friends.
We saw each other the day, glancing out the corner of our eyes,
pretending to be elsewhere.
We saw, and passed without one word being spoken. Not one.

Don't you know that I once wrote you another poem?
Yes, I wrote you another poem! Once.
Carefully choosing words, strategically placing them one after each other,
as I wrote about 'real love' - I think.
Yeah, it was real love and, a poem with no words...
...because as with 'real love',
the words were never spoken.

I once wrote you a poem,
didn't you read it?
Little Peony Jan 22
The conversation always start going deeper after this word appear

"why are you being like this?"
"why did you hate me?"
"why does the earth rotate around the sun?"
"why we have to eat meat?"
"why always me?"

A much more meaningful possession and background story needed to be shown as the answer

between 5W1H
I hate "WHY" the most

its like asking for the truth and the 'reasonable feeling' at the same time, which could turn into conflict madness or even peace.
don't ask me why, sometimes life just happens, and sometimes there's no much reasons behind everything
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