#societaldecay - Hello Poetry

Three wives or at least two But I'm one of the few The few that believes in monogamy So I'm sticking to my marriage with poetry Yes, I admit to a couple of affairs with words But that's a crime my wife can easily wave go Like Sarah having her maid wooed Though desecrating to her matrimonial room. Make it rain all day Rain poems that makes heart stay sane Pain and bitterness interwoven into poetry Yes sad but the joy therein comes after the read. Let there be a deluge So much without a place for refuge Let the poetic flood wash away pollutants of this awesome world Let the poetic purification begin now. I pledge to transformational poetry I write this insane world back into sanity Recreating my own space Letting my pen and mind decide the pace. Peace out of chaos Addicted criminal gone pious I call that "Poetic magic"

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Mar 26, 2015

Mar 26, 2015 at 8:47 AM UTC

tee2emm

Poetic Magic

Three wives or at least two But I'm one of the few The few that believes in monogamy So I'm sticking to my marriage with poetry Yes, I admit to a couple of affairs with words But that's a crime my wife can easily wave go Like Sarah having her maid wooed Though desecrating to her matrimonial room. Make it rain all day Rain poems that makes heart stay sane Pain and bitterness interwoven into poetry Yes sad but the joy therein comes after the read. Let there be a deluge So much without a place for refuge Let the poetic flood wash away pollutants of this awesome world Let the poetic purification begin now. I pledge to transformational poetry I write this insane world back into sanity Recreating my own space Letting my pen and mind decide the pace. Peace out of chaos Addicted criminal gone pious I call that "Poetic magic"

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There in the mirror, My jaw dropped from the terror Of what I ' ve become

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Mar 6, 2015

Mar 6, 2015 at 8:36 AM UTC

tee2emm

Reflections

There in the mirror, My jaw dropped from the terror Of what I ' ve become

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Barking orders from behind a shiny mahogany table ' Bring me my . . . . . . Where is Mr. . . . . . . You **** fool , how many times will i have to tell you. . . . . ' Spinning left and swinging right in a fluffy comfortable white chair- Let ' s not talk about the shiny cloths he wears- While his people wreath in abject poverty I call it white - washed kind of slavery Their faces say it all But he is always cold and calm His Italian shoes keeping him high and fine His words meant life or strife Pain or gain Wage or cage To an extreme , sometimes even death A fitting representation of fear and dread To him laughter is reproach And painful groans applauds So that all that brought joy was destroyed And the painful restored All in the ploy to keep us confined To a ' ran ka ya dade ' kind of songs But in all his plots this is where he flawed He left the pet hungry for too long So that the once tamed sweet thing began to growl Instead of the sweet songs she use to hum Until the growl grew into a roar No one is meant to have that power No one is meant to have that power No one is meant to have that power So the hour came for power to change hands And the exchanged brought it change All the people' s pains began to wear And their fears were no longer there Even the sun ' s smile grew wider And our mothers' sweet songs got louder Now instead of barking orders opinions are sort Instead of " i want it all" It is "let us all have it" And no longer a one man ' s calls I remember this silly story once told A couple of men went to a salon Ordered equal amounts of the same *** Drank down and called out for more They all drank equal ration Same in proportion, equal in all dimensions Until it was time to return home Then this reality dawned One was too drunk to walk on his own So that the other had to carry him home Such is the case with power Allow two people equal amounts of its shower And certainly one will be more drunk than the other Becoming a magnet that either attracts or repels From all this story , this is what i hoped to tell This myopia i hope to correct and this notion dispel That all men are wired for power Power is neither a cap for all heads Nor one for all men No wonder some act dump then It is because they don ' t belong there For a man to fittingly man this seat The man must be one fit for it Oh , and by man , i mean women too We must then be true as we choose But sadly our prejudiced and biased minds Makes us compromise And structural demise ? that is certain No more self- deceiving lies . Setting the wrong man to rule is like setting the sun against the moon Cos soon there won ' t be a sun nor a moon All there will be is just gloom So shake off the blindfolds And loosen the strong holds Of ethnic chains Tribal veils And religious scales Which are all pluses to our pain There is no more room for miss fits Power is a cap only for those it fits

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Aug 28, 2014

Aug 28, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC

thomas-bot4e

Who The Cap Fits (spoken word poem)

Barking orders from behind a shiny mahogany table ' Bring me my . . . . . . Where is Mr. . . . . . . You **** fool , how many times will i have to tell you. . . . . ' Spinning left and swinging right in a fluffy comfortable white chair- Let ' s not talk about the shiny cloths he wears- While his people wreath in abject poverty I call it white - washed kind of slavery Their faces say it all But he is always cold and calm His Italian shoes keeping him high and fine His words meant life or strife Pain or gain Wage or cage To an extreme , sometimes even death A fitting representation of fear and dread To him laughter is reproach And painful groans applauds So that all that brought joy was destroyed And the painful restored All in the ploy to keep us confined To a ' ran ka ya dade ' kind of songs But in all his plots this is where he flawed He left the pet hungry for too long So that the once tamed sweet thing began to growl Instead of the sweet songs she use to hum Until the growl grew into a roar No one is meant to have that power No one is meant to have that power No one is meant to have that power So the hour came for power to change hands And the exchanged brought it change All the people' s pains began to wear And their fears were no longer there Even the sun ' s smile grew wider And our mothers' sweet songs got louder Now instead of barking orders opinions are sort Instead of " i want it all" It is "let us all have it" And no longer a one man ' s calls I remember this silly story once told A couple of men went to a salon Ordered equal amounts of the same *** Drank down and called out for more They all drank equal ration Same in proportion, equal in all dimensions Until it was time to return home Then this reality dawned One was too drunk to walk on his own So that the other had to carry him home Such is the case with power Allow two people equal amounts of its shower And certainly one will be more drunk than the other Becoming a magnet that either attracts or repels From all this story , this is what i hoped to tell This myopia i hope to correct and this notion dispel That all men are wired for power Power is neither a cap for all heads Nor one for all men No wonder some act dump then It is because they don ' t belong there For a man to fittingly man this seat The man must be one fit for it Oh , and by man , i mean women too We must then be true as we choose But sadly our prejudiced and biased minds Makes us compromise And structural demise ? that is certain No more self- deceiving lies . Setting the wrong man to rule is like setting the sun against the moon Cos soon there won ' t be a sun nor a moon All there will be is just gloom So shake off the blindfolds And loosen the strong holds Of ethnic chains Tribal veils And religious scales Which are all pluses to our pain There is no more room for miss fits Power is a cap only for those it fits

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.....slavery comes in different forms And we give it different names There was The slavery slaves But now we have; Computer slaves; Mental slaves; Economic slaves; Fashion slaves; *** slaves; Addiction slaves;, This slaves and that slaves....

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Aug 27, 2014

Aug 27, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC

thomas-bot4e

Slaves (spoken word poem)

.....slavery comes in different forms And we give it different names There was The slavery slaves But now we have; Computer slaves; Mental slaves; Economic slaves; Fashion slaves; *** slaves; Addiction slaves;, This slaves and that slaves....

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