#unitedstates
Where have all the assassins gone,
I'm just asking,
Where have all the hit-men gone,
It wasn't long ago.
Where have all the psychos gone,
Ones like Sirhan Sirhan,
Or a crazy American,
Better still, a red Russian.
Where have all the agencies gone,
I'm just asking,
The MI5, the CIA,
KGB, Mossad;
Where have covert actions gone,
When there's guys like loonie Kim Jong;
A psychopathic American,
A poser with no where to run.
Where have all our heroes gone,
I'm just asking;
Where have all our leaders gone,
Not so long ago.
Where have all our Patriotics gone,
We haven't seen them in so long;
When will we ever learn,
Narcissistic liars can't govern.
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 11:08 AM UTC
It’s been known that
“Those who cannot remember the past
are condemned to repeat it.”
Yet society seems to want to forget this very quote
Are we willingly ignorant, or have we forgotten
That a land composed of bloodshed
Will end in ruin?
Do we not know that the Sandy Hook Elementary School children
Would’ve been able to vote this year?
Do we not know that giving guns more freedom than humans
Will only result in more tiny graves?
Are we aware that the law people are using
To excuse sending away human who only want to
Live
Is the same law that allowed internment camps to be legal?
Do we not know that these arguments
wouldn't be able to make exist
If not for Mother Earth?
But we still want to sink our drills into her
Like wicked parasites.
We shame women who are too terrified
To tell the horrors they have lived through
Yet turn a blind eye when they say that
An abuser becomes the leader.
German soldiers in World War II
Thought they were saving their economy and
Protecting their nation
But history only remembers them as the villains
Why do we refuse to see that we already know how this plays out?
“A country that runs on the blood of its own children is
doomed to crumble from the inside out,” we scream.
We scream and we scream and we scream,
begging for people to hear our cries.
Hear us when we cry out that nothing will come of this
except enough bloodshed to bathe an army and
more corpses than there are living.
Hear us when we say society is evolving backwards so we already know the end.
Hear us when we cry our warnings, mourning what will become of our nation.
Hear us when we can say nothing more, buried six feet under, hear us as we plead from ever-growing caskets as you stomp on our graves.
Hear us when we say, “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.”
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 8:28 PM UTC
"Excuse me," she said.
"Pardon me," he said.
"Certainly," so said, El Presidente.
May 28, 2025
May 28, 2025 at 7:10 AM UTC
and fire's sceptre
crown of blood
robe of spectres
dual tounges
speaking stealth
elites on fire
for their wealth
coal black tombs
washed with white
sepulchres
proclaiming "right"
"moral high ground"
in the wrong
they sell us all out
for a song
the rocket's red glare
anthems made of thin air
gave naught to the night
for our flag was NOT THERE
Oh, say, can you see?
or are you yet blind?
for we are not FREE
we are in a bind!
STAR STRANGLED BANNER
thunder rolls, lightning crashes
for whom the bell tolls?
for THEE, REIGN OF ASHES!
SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
(C) 3/4/2016
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 8:02 PM UTC
Today, we fight many battles.
How has it gone so far?
Injustices rule;
Stand up for yourself, risk death.
We gain nothing through violence.
Our dignity is tainted.
Random acts of goodness overshadowed.
Living becomes indefinable.
Death is felt with the warmth of blood.
“I was attacked.”
Suffering being witnessed and felt.
“I barely survived.”
Now people need to watch their backs.
Fury prowls the streets,
Until justice is served.
Remember when we used to be free.
“I arrived home safely.”
A "Good Morning" text is now feared.
Today it can be exactly what it is.
In a few days, it's a death notification.
Now we need to fight together;
Great powers require big forces.
Many will fall. And
Eventually we will all rise.
(Take the first letter of each line and make a sentence.)
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 6:46 PM UTC
America is an untended urn,
Not filled with wick of candle,
But with eyelashes burned,
Butterfly kisses of slaves to simmering plows,
As the Whigs, Mugwumps, and Know Nothings
Like Senates, praetors, and praefactors of old,
In new form, snare the grasshopper pulse of populace.
If we could once more lay our heads—like the universe
Rests its child’s soul in the lap of its native mother—
In our Indian maiden’s lap, where she once rolled
Maize flour and the dusted cornsilk of our eyelashes,
She could knead our eyes closed, and the stars would walk
Barefoot with summering spirit through our midnight homes.
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 8:47 PM UTC
I'll scale the hairs of Lincoln's beard,
Leap to the bridge of Roosevelt's nose,
Balance on Jefferson's brow,
Then plead on Washington's pate:
*America, stop ******* up.
I'm slipping on the eyes
Of this granite outcrop*!
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC
*I cry myself to sleep night after night
In seek for a better life
One not so suborn and filled with love.
I drowned in my tears every night
Just like my ancestors have night after night
One’s that were less fortunate to live the life I am living today.
They would tell me to let things be
At least you have a place to sleep and food to eat
At least you have property you can own and an education you have grown.
But this is America, Home of the Brave
And if no one is going to be brave then it must be me
Someone needs to say it, someone needs to speak it
It’s not just for the black but for people who are different,
People with disabilities and people who fall under diversity.
We fight so many wars but yet we can’t tame the ones inside
If it’s not my country then it’s certainly not yours
We have to be bigger, we have to think greater
Then someone’s gender and always remember
Your religion is sacred and so is your history.
Night after night a soul dies
A life flies away into the unknown
Hoping that the children they left behind
Can have a better life then their own.*
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 11:51 PM UTC
Maggots boil from under her skin.
I will never see her again.
I have heart aches that
stem from mistakes.
I count them as they
leak from her skin.
Her eyes are raisins;
I will never find what
they last captured.
Cheekbones higher than
my song. My finger brushed
along all that was black
and seeped into her back,
tripping on her vertebrae
like a boy frolicking home.
The cacti stand still--
while I feel quite ill--
standing in an ocean
of honey.
The people stand still--
America is ill--
standing in an ocean
of money.
You stand still,
too afraid to ****
an ocean of hate
you tolerate.
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 4:31 PM UTC
Trump's covfefe
caused a kerfuffle.
The people's voice
cannot be muffled.
A real brouhaha...
The Emperor's absurd
and yet we hang
on every word
and he has every right
to coin a new word
to have his fits of logorrhea
to incinerate North Korea
to mock the handicapped, women, and blacks
to free the super-wealthy from tax
to trash the planet
rob the poor
make the rich richer
and do much more....
"President Trump"
is an oxymoron.
Donald the Chump
is a *****
Ooops, Pussy-Grabber's term has expired.
It's time to tell Trump:
"You're fired."
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 2:53 PM UTC
How do we forgive a cold hearted man
Who exiled us from this land?
How could we smile and cry at once?
You blew gently, the fire still burns
How could you desire to be so safe?
When there's much more options
Who would feel safer if the other's armed?
But he's just protecting himself from you
When my child cries my heart breaks
Coz the rope of hope, couldn't hold on no more
I cannot tie my life on any edges
But to hang myself is shameless now
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 11:33 AM UTC
must recognize our Form
in the mirror,
see our Face, and make our reflection
as we kiss it, though it regularly sickens
Us.
I
We are still Us, though
that probably means little if it ever did;
We have been amended beyond recognition
from centuries of lobbing
off limbs, appendages, stitching clauses
like bandages then forgetting about them
if we ever shower,
disfiguring the pale torso of our Body
politic, naked and middling before posterity
grotesque genitalia dangling
hopelessly, and useless
between marble columns
unable to unite in congress assembled
erasing pluribus unum;
We're our Legs, buckling under obscene weight
now cloture’s invoked, the question ordered
on history with yays and nays,
discourse long reduced to the nuances
of blusterfuck;
We're our Buttocks, passing gas
bills, denying a snowball’s chance of
melting in frozen hell or on house floor,
and our Brain, lobotomized
better half yearning “Yes, we Can…
…ada” beckoning the coasts, blue dots
on blue dot ever browning;
We're our Fists, clenching gavels
while advising Mother Earth to **** up
because even without her consent,
reality’s adjourned;
II
We're our Skin—yes, our Skin—, thin-
ly veiling contempt insufficiently concealed
by layers of spray tan and unmarred
by blood sweat tears of our foremothers
and our Brow, not sweating more perfect
when it's so easy to turn and follow storybook greatness,
when our Fingers, callused from tweeting
Little Bits of *****
which though once again retitled
and re-released, remains a classic,
completely unrevised;
We're our Ears, nostalgic for the crack of doom
and we're our Tiny Hands, unable to help themselves
from popping a Tic-Tac and grabbing
onto those titillating, dusty buttons
on the hydrogen jukebox;
We're our Eyes, heavy
as a defeated queen
with makeup running, blessing us
all for this operant foray into madness,
ever observing how our Arms, which
(torches now extinguished)
flail in confusion amid incalculable darkness
still hoist our pitchforks low and
our Tongue still grievously petitions
for more deplorable words amid
hallucinations of victimhood;
We're our ***** *******
on progress, except
which—failing to rise to the occasion—
nonetheless manages
to flop over and strike once more: a dis-
chord in common defense of
fragile white male privilege
always showing, never growing,
general welfare and tranquility flushed down
the toiletbowl of history
hoping those old turds never
resurface, still ignoring the stench of injustice
and the chipping of gilded porcelain;
We’re our Lips–which neither Broadway hits nor
newspaper clips nor high minded pleas alarmed,
and with Dr. Franklin’s warning notwithstanding–
We are our Lips on treacherous steps which will be
all executive power herein vesting;
III
We're our Palms, grasping rope amid air
saturated in deathly vespers, which tugs
down-up toward unearned heavens;
We’re our ***** pretending to be
our Mouths which chide & otherize, while
our Shins expose their cuts to ****
bullet-holes welcoming the swift infections
in what dank sewage now pours from open
Overton windows, broken along with
any pretense of civility; ultimately,
the only thing we could shatter;
We’re our Holes, shamefully enjoying
the prodding and poking caresses
of anarchy, be-
moaning un-
Equal Protection law & order bestows,
depriving life, liberty, property
when our Hearts, weary of
the long hard due process, supremely
malign centuries’ holdings;
We’re our Immunity, sovereign it be
fighting all insults foreign and domestic
and our Voices rising in lamentation
for what we’ve lost and what we’ve barely kept;
We’re even our Hair, unkempt, distracting us
from enduring corruption of our Blood;
We’re our ***** too. No, never mind.
We never had any. But She did,
and class despite the strength
of glass;
IV
We’re all that still, and our Souls'
politic too, fractured much asking
what Un-
ited States we’re in;
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 3:24 PM UTC
speak,
my loves,
of your fury and disappointment.
chant,
my sweets,
a relatable rhetoric that touches deep.
sing,
dear warriors,
a tune that cries for safety
of the oppressed
of us
of the world around us.
fight,
in companionship.
as one.
for there is strength in numbers.
for there is power in truth.
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 2:58 PM UTC
In the land of the free
People look at an absent God
To lead them the way
To show them how to use their liberty
They trade their precious privacy
For the right to bear machinery
Second amendment über alles
Individualities despite casualties
They distrust DC ****
Consider them corrupt vultures
So in order to cure democracy
They bow down for authority
And Christian conservatives
Look at liberals in disdain
Inside strip clubs and *******
Where praying holds a different meaning
The United States of Absurdity
Shouldn’t take itself too seriously
The true leaders of an absurd world
The U.S. of Hurray
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 8:18 AM UTC
while I may do you perfectly. the snow angels on gasoline st., did you
see them? All of the houses were dripping wet too, one girl with gold laces on her leopard shoes wore red plastic pants; totally soaked to the bone.
to train ourselves to brave the heat of each others' bodies as we awaken in one small bed, one small blanket. the both of us yawn. it's so fun to make waffles but neither of us like to eat preference. I love you to death but prefer to brush my teeth alone- one tooth at a time.
embrace your new t-shirt, even though not everyone enjoys a good show of a flock of crows. hand drawn indie wicker-hipster prints. coffee by the pint. you crack me up like vitrifying glass sheens of the individual bubbles in a bubble bath or the ****** glazed eyes of the monsters' eye while a shark attacks.
creaky sounds of bodies mapped by fingers, tickled tummies rippled by listening to witch house singers. you crack me up, count chocula. It's Saturday, I love to laugh while laying down. everybody's funnier when they're laying on the ground. we toast to ghosts.
luminous lengths of birthday candles
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May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 3:55 AM UTC