#camel
It's not if, but when
Each second builds pressure
The clock ticking away till,
Something snaps.
It's not a matter of
The Camels fate,
But,
Which straw will break,
It's strained back?
Something bad is going to happen,
Maybe not now,
Not today,
But soon
I can feel it in my heart,
Every breath.
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 12:08 AM UTC
Greedy rich neighbors
and their “keep out signs”
no hunting, no trespassing,
no solicitors of any kind!
100 acres is not enough
for greedy rich people
who have a lot of stuff.
I reckon it’s all in case
their going gets rough.
Of course the rest of us
would just be out of luck.
If I had their money,
I would give it away,
you can’t take it with you
at the end of the day.
People simply gets old and broken
with all the wealth they have
put their hopes in.
Eye of the needle open wide
I’ll be broke as hell when I die!
Apr 28, 2024
Apr 28, 2024 at 2:06 PM UTC
I thought your love for me was a form of animal husbandry
but after two humps
you became the camel that broke the straw’s back.
Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 9:50 AM UTC
Oh no, oh no,
No, Abdul, No.
It's not what you assume,
Not at all the religion of peace.
But yes, you guys drink camel ****
So, yes, you definitely follow it.
With ***** on your head,
I see you dancing in the desert.
Yes, you follow it closely,
The black book of Satan.
What you are is nowhere peaceful,
Yours is not a faith in peace.
No, Abdul, no, what you follow is
***The Religion of Camel ****
Shantih
Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 4:04 AM UTC
If her trousers were any
tighter,
I'd have to get the clippers out
As that toe, was in need of a trim..
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 5:50 PM UTC
do you say a word
every time a woman met her husband
looked at his eyes and stayed for a word
he didn't say it, as he has got tired
he went asleep without saying that word
except good night and morning may be good
the woman was pretty, the woman was young
the woman wanted to be heard, she wanted to be fold
when she went a walk, one comes along
he was strange he had a bad heart
his heart filled with hate, his heart like an art
extracting by devil extracting by hard
now the angel went away and the devil brought
the strange went in a hurry and he looked
at her face with an only big smile
he said to her one, two, three, all words
how attractive are you? Why aren't you touched?
How are you walking on foot? you must ride!
Inexpensive car, or high-rank plane in its ride
If they were not, you must ride
A good horse spread wide
If it was not that, you must ride
A strong camel wearing a beautiful dress
Its colors gain from your cheeks red in appearance
And green as yours, the shinning of your eyes
And yellow in above as your hair colors
If it was not there, you must ride
A man who carried you without any pain
He can travel with you, felt with again
Happy, strong eager and you would be his woman
Come with me and you would be heard another
The woman lost her mind, the woman appeared another
The woman had not seen, a strange in her thought
As she heard what she wanted for a time she went blind
She obeyed him and let him ride
They took his car, it was not unlike
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 2:11 AM UTC
Please, just please
Put me out of my misery
I can't stand existence
I didn't ask for this ****
Why, oh why, must I be
Put me out of my misery
Slit wrist or a noose around my neck
I'm almost ready, but not yet
A straw, a brick
A hug, a kiss
Poisoned thoughts
I've had enough of this
Broken backs, broken dreams
You have no idea what I've done, and what I've seen
I cannot end it, because I deserve this pain
I'm a loser and hate the game
Purge my soul
Break my bones
Leave me broken
Or send me home
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 9:29 PM UTC
Like a camel
Quietly chasing after the dangling carrot,
We embark on a long journey
endless yet promising
Like a hungry squirrel
Supercharged with adrenaline
We fight tooth and nail to get nuts
Out of air-tight glass bottle
Like a scientist
Who doesnt know when to stop
We jumped out of frying pan into fire
Cliché?
What truly break our heart, if not hope?
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 4:38 PM UTC
The air is heavy
None can breathe.
In this place
No smiles, just grief.
A barren wasteland.
Fallout from the Phantoms.
Menaces whose pleasures lie
In the pain and misery
Of those beneath them.
Their feet press
Down upon the chests.
Anxiety builds like
Pressure from a fire hose
Capable of tearing
Flesh from bone,
Crushing rib and spine
Leaving one in
Dread and despair,
Like lost souls
Over a scorched earth
From burning hell fire.
There is no joy.
No satisfaction.
No sense of community.
Only desolation and desert
With dead camels,
And vultures
Circling their rotting corpses;
Life ****** right out.
In here,
The fools leading fools
Leading the Intellect,
And no end in sight
From this eternal misery
JM 10/26/16
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 10:18 AM UTC
strait crazy
saintly mania raving.
new age jainist phasers
sang they praises
like
'hey mr bojangles,
go mangle up the angle,
shake shake shake the frame
& they'll thank you later.'
...sorry not today.
I'm feeling under the
earthquake weather.
wallowing wonder
following the devil
thru the desert
on great endeavors
to make it rain feathers
that sound like thunder.
famous as ever
nameless as heaven
to say the least
I'm slaying beasts that
came from me
in the first place.
this is lovehate.
lovehate lovehate.
& it's useless.
just lemme set the mood.
it's stupid
brutish beauty
mooing truly bluesy
marks & bruises
infused with martian
harmony incarnate,
caramelized carnage
set to soothing violent music.
broke record store cliché
faded to frustration feeding
a creaturely need for creation
& hellish lust for selfdestruction.
-nothing special-
just an absolute mess who
dilute the stress through allusion
allegory alliteration
hallucination delusion
***** it's a celebration.
tell the rest those losers
that got left I'm doing my best
even though I'm pretty upset
with how it's all panning out.
oh well I guess.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 7:55 AM UTC
If there is a God,
my God
is a **** brunette.
Doe eyes,
stunning violet,
dark with eyeliner.
Star tattoos
twinkle on her face,
shooting across the skies
of her cheeks. A lower
lip piercing
accentuates
the **** curve
of her pouty lips.
Her lithe body,
also inked,
golden from the sun.
She smokes Camels,
sunlit smoke glowing
as it pours from her lips.
She’d ask me to join her
every time
she went outside
to have one,
grinning when she exhales.
I believe already.
My God.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC
You carry a weight that's so heavy
A caravan filled with so many
You journey along, the sand is your song
And heat filled with sun rays aplenty
With your guidance we soon will become
Unified with God's grace and God's love
Your knowledge is great, sufficient in strength
Standing small as you tower above
You feel pain just the same as we do
You will cry tears of sadness for you
Tune into the light, your spirit is bright
You reflect what sunlight shines in you
Teaching us to heal and to move on
Even dark times when sadness has won
To listen up close, is what I have chose
Especially when life comes undone
Spirit Camel, you never run dry
Capabilities keep you alive
You're a natural at heart, playing the part
Mother Nature intended you by
To ride on with you makes me feel safe
With you there is no rush and no haste
Taking our time, learning how to decide
With a rhythm of peaceful-like pace
Self sustaining without an ego
Spreading love every place that we go
We survive day and night, sharing your plight
We are one with your wandering soul
As your milk provides food for your calf
You have cared for us on your behalf
Without a complaint, and in your restraint
It appears that you smile and laugh
You must see how humans sometimes seem
Like a nightmare and not like a dream
Yes we can be, idiotic you see
We have so much to learn from your scheme
I am honored to know you great one
May your message be carried with love
Through winds and life's storms, may we be reborn
With your courage and gentle wisdom
© tHE tERRY tREE
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 5:22 PM UTC
The straw that broke the camel's back
Was auctioned off on Ebay
And bought by an amnesiac
Who liked collecting hay.
If possession is nine-tenths of the law
All I need to do now
Is buy the final straw
And then he was sectioned
And taken away.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 7:16 AM UTC