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Mother ****** is warm But her blisters they painfully sear Life is such in terror America The police state of all that I fear A schoolyard where bully's rule is taught And some sick ****** people with pit-bull power to flaunt Our peace Is by the heel of the boot A piece of our leather clenched fist Your rights have no might Whatsoever When your name We put it down on our list Mother ****** is warm Yet coldly she icily sneers I'm your terror America The police state in the nightmares of your fears. -R. TX (06)
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Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 4:37 AM UTC
-Mother ****** is Warm
My world is not like other worlds that sear My world is more like heavenly wide sphere My world has no bitter sadness nor tears of tear My world has no lies to lie nor fears to fear When I raise my eyes above all the mustiness, My world has blue skies splattered with whiteness My world has misty horizon fighting brightness My world has huge trees carrying greatness I’m all by my self ruling my world that never fades Sitting with pride on top of my hill, from gold is made Like a brave lion holding his shiny sharpened blades Watching his river filled with precious valued preys
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Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 10:26 AM UTC
My World...
The wind cried jasmine and “east,” Past the muddied waters Grande And mass graves tortured Tamaulipas; Past the rasps, taunts, tortures, And gasps bereaved, So much so and so could I. Set and to sail, I could feel the tumbleweed Sting my toes, with each and every Bitter step; One more sojourn And seeking the earliest unknown, A celestial sort of gallant, Faceless and opposed, The awkward, “welcome home.” Come earlier, come Mexico, She’d scarred my stomach With love, a newer sort of sear, Notarized the scar I still carry When I drown at five past four With the deafening scent of Mescal and torpor Atop my tongue. It’s upon hot nights, Like this very one, that I imagine the Melons of Reynosa, Succulent, a summer night, with Stars stained sorrow, strayed me, Stayed you, and fled I did, Taken to bamboo, and forever’d, The newest resident, “away.”
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Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
My Favorite Stitch
Show me how To continue the climb Despite the burns That sear my hands.
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC
Ropes