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"abolish" poems
Caste in India is a dense forest Ambedkar wanted to make it a plain And tried his best to abolish it in right earnest But he knew full well that he was in vain If one wants to cut a poisonous plant The other shouts like a maddening giant The environmentalist feels deforestation is dangerous So the re-forestation makes him curious The wise believe deforestation is a myth The roots are so entrenched in earth The trees will continue to branching out and out And grow and grow to a greater height
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Jan 29, 2011
Jan 29, 2011 at 7:16 AM UTC
DE-FORESTATION OR RE-FORESTATION?
I swear I'm leaving right now Yet I'm still running around in a rush && STILL no pants on They lie somewhere on my floor If I don't leave now I'm going be late for sure...hmm got everything.. OH WAIT!!! SERIOUSLY...again..WOOOOW FUUUUCK quit messing with your hair & put down your BRUSH!! **** 15 minutes later **** & I'm still NOT gone Almost out the door... SON OF A BITCH...WHERE THE **** ARE MY KEYS..GREAT!! Now speeding like a police chase Weaving in & out of traffic lane by lane Trying to beat the clock & it's tick tocks A sound I  SERIOUSLY ******* HATE I'm barely on time, a few minutes to spare It is a WAAAY too familiar race It's an endless ******* trend, driving me insane It's like a whole day of me wearing matching socks SOOOOO, SO WHAT if I'm occasionally always LATE At least I'm always never not eventually there but still at least there && DOESN'T MATTER where it is I'm going If there is a specific time of arrival expected Don't tell me that correct time UNLESS..... In all actuality the arrival time is actually irrelevant Since I  know you have a "PARTY ALL THE TIME"  way to celebrate Then please keep on shuffling when my face is showing Lateness is something I've so EPICALLY PERFECTED If I had a nickel for every time I was early, I'd have a MOTHER ******* DIME!!! Being on time & I have just always been so distant That's why punctuality &  I will never relate!!! A WHITE RABBIT GO, GO, GO NOW IT'S MY ******* HABIT WOULDN'T YA KNOW ALWAYS IN A HURRY YELLING "IM LATE! IM LATE!" BUT I UNDERSTAND THAT FEELING OF WORRY TRAGICALLY IT'S NOT THAT EASY TO ABOLISH OR ANNIHILATE
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 3:27 PM UTC
WHITE RABBIT HABIT
I swear I'm leaving right now Yet I'm still running around in a rush && STILL no pants on They lie somewhere on my floor If I don't leave now I'm going be late for sure...hmm got everything.. OH WAIT!!! SERIOUSLY...again..WOOOOW FUUUUCK quit messing with your hair & put down your BRUSH!! **** 15 minutes later **** & I'm still NOT gone Almost out the door... SON OF A BITCH...WHERE THE **** ARE MY KEYS..GREAT!! Now speeding like a police chase Weaving in & out of traffic lane by lane Trying to beat the clock & it's tick tocks A sound I  SERIOUSLY ******* HATE I'm barely on time, a few minutes to spare It is a WAAAY too familiar race It's an endless ******* trend, driving me insane It's like a whole day of me wearing matching socks SOOOOO, SO WHAT if I'm occasionally always LATE At least I'm always never not eventually there but still at least there && DOESN'T MATTER where it is I'm going If there is a specific time of arrival expected Don't tell me that correct time UNLESS..... In all actuality the arrival time is actually irrelevant Since I  know you have a "PARTY ALL THE TIME"  way to celebrate Then please keep on shuffling when my face is showing Lateness is something I've so EPICALLY PERFECTED If I had a nickel for every time I was early, I'd have a MOTHER ******* DIME!!! Being on time & I have just always been so distant That's why punctuality &  I will never relate!!! A WHITE RABBIT GO, GO, GO NOW IT'S MY ******* HABIT WOULDN'T YA KNOW ALWAYS IN A HURRY YELLING "IM LATE! IM LATE!" BUT I UNDERSTAND THAT FEELING OF WORRY TRAGICALLY IT'S NOT THAT EASY TO ABOLISH OR ANNIHILATE
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613 They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped— And seen my Brain—go round— They might as wise have lodged a Bird For Treason—in the Pound— Himself has but to will And easy as a Star Abolish his Captivity— And laugh—No more have I—
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They shut me up in Prose
Stupidity is a virus infecting and injecting large amounts of people at a time. He moves through minds with impeccable speed. Some people, no matter the treatments they receive will never recover. For is an Exodus with has the power to ****** masses. He is a force with the ability abolish revolutions and silence movements. Stupidity is chronic, never truly going away, always lurking in shadows waiting to attack. He is a survivor against all odds. Stupidity is perpetually kicking and screaming, fighting to remain the echo of humanity. Refusing to be ignored and never promising to stay quiet. Stupidity lives on amongst Gods and Kings, continuing to rule with an iron fist.
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Apr 22, 2012
Apr 22, 2012 at 3:14 AM UTC
Stupidity
Those you haven’t victimized fear you. Mighty and dreadful you seem. Little do they know, you only seize flesh and control the mind. You seize not the soul. Hence be not proud. You’ve dwelled in me for many years. Imprisoned me to anti-epileptic drugs. You’ve dispirited me. You attack, seize, and control my mind. Your attacks are but brief. Epilepsy be not proud. For I fear not what rescind only flesh. I fear what abolish both soul and flesh. Proportional to gravitational force I fell. I’ve always find the forte to rise. Epilepsy be not proud. For against all odds, I’m still alive. https://m.facebook.com/EpilepsyandCpfriends
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Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 6:10 PM UTC
Epilepsy be not proud
I just saw a humming bird,    Whispering a humble word.      You say, "no, that's so absurd,        to be humbled by a bird,        let alone it whisper words".      Delusional as it may seem,   This bird it whispered things to me. Said, "take it slow" with humming wings     "Abolish all unneeded things".    Said, "life is now" as it zoomed by,      "Without this nectar life'd be dry"..      said, "take a drink and take it slow,     let it sit then let it flow.   Tickle your tongue, and soft your humm, Simplicity will keep you young".
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Sep 19, 2011
Sep 19, 2011 at 6:14 PM UTC
Hummingbird
I ******* rock it Then I lay it down I am not a quitter, sick spitter **** I just flow in rounds atmospherics an ******* stellar sounds Lyrics of astrophysics, like chemistry I just shape the ground just huddle But do not make a sound I crush a cypher, decipher words into crooked nouns Instant reaction to actions, My riddles break the crowd I've adapted to hard labor now Can't **** with the vision I'm here to **** it and change the sound Bicycle wheel spinning, I'm grinding I need to get around Flow soulful, for the soul like I'm the golden child Y'all so so, I go super sayin No super wild No delaying, I'm not evening playing You're played out Penetrator is coming through now Left-over flow ******* better eat their food now 2016 fiend, ***** this just a new style I hit the restart button, say **** the hard drive, bike peddling to work say **** the hard ride, living life is easy I say **** the hard times I'm choking the game, I'm looking to ******* hog tie Business this you can **** on my long tie... Young killer been spittin it for a long time Past due with my ******* come up Ain't nobody ******* with the vision I'm blowing up Cutting all these lames like division So I can it add up All of the positives, at heart I'm an optimist, don't **** with my oxygen You can't breath what I breathe, **** your accomplishments, I will squash all of them I just abolish bums Don't **** with my vision, I will **** for what is mine and do it with precision All these hoes just multiply I divided with the quickness All these fakes just want to try don't try cause your missing **** all of the rules ***** I am a misfit I am just a ghoul, no goblin, no riches The world is full of fools Who can't **** with my vision
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Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 1:19 AM UTC
Can't **** With The Vision
I ******* rock it Then I lay it down I am not a quitter, sick spitter **** I just flow in rounds atmospherics an ******* stellar sounds Lyrics of astrophysics, like chemistry I just shape the ground just huddle But do not make a sound I crush a cypher, decipher words into crooked nouns Instant reaction to actions, My riddles break the crowd I've adapted to hard labor now Can't **** with the vision I'm here to **** it and change the sound Bicycle wheel spinning, I'm grinding I need to get around Flow soulful, for the soul like I'm the golden child Y'all so so, I go super sayin No super wild No delaying, I'm not evening playing You're played out Penetrator is coming through now Left-over flow ******* better eat their food now 2016 fiend, ***** this just a new style I hit the restart button, say **** the hard drive, bike peddling to work say **** the hard ride, living life is easy I say **** the hard times I'm choking the game, I'm looking to ******* hog tie Business this you can **** on my long tie... Young killer been spittin it for a long time Past due with my ******* come up Ain't nobody ******* with the vision I'm blowing up Cutting all these lames like division So I can it add up All of the positives, at heart I'm an optimist, don't **** with my oxygen You can't breath what I breathe, **** your accomplishments, I will squash all of them I just abolish bums Don't **** with my vision, I will **** for what is mine and do it with precision All these hoes just multiply I divided with the quickness All these fakes just want to try don't try cause your missing **** all of the rules ***** I am a misfit I am just a ghoul, no goblin, no riches The world is full of fools Who can't **** with my vision
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For all the time I've know you You've worn a mask upon your face It appeared beautiful, perfect, and friendly But now I realize that wasn't the case For hiding underneath that mask Was a soldier bent on destruction Posing as a comrade fighting for good But following the other side's instruction You wormed your way into our ranks And we accepted you as one of our own But all of us were unaware Your true intentions had not yet been shown When an opportunity presented itself You struck without any hesitation Our troops started dropping left and right Without any sign of infiltration You knew you only had so long though Before your actions got you caught So you moved to abolish your final target A tougher task than you had thought That night, when you attacked me You allowed your mask to fall And as you fled, I caught a glance Of the real person beneath it all Well, "What doesn't **** you makes you stronger" And you make me tougher every day Which is why no matter what you do I refuse to let you stand in my way I learned some valuable lessons About how you fight this war And now those same old boring tactics Won't work here any more So thank you for the knife That you embedded in my back For you just gave me the tool I need To defend against any future attack.
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 4:42 AM UTC
Betrayal
My problems never cease cuz adversaries try to bury me But since I'm initiated by the hoods They gats protect me catastrophe Been with me since my family tree Nothing crack dealers and cap peelers Seen life early wanted to the king So I chased figures Lookin' at all the cold cash I was stashin' Went from a jalopy to fly Benz Dark tint limo roll up the indo Cuz a brother gotta stay blitz always on a different **** never let the **** blind me Its money over ******* fake ******* get stitches No love bury with five slugs in ya cranium A young ****** on a war path a Ain't no tamin' em Since muthaphukkas jealous I gotta stay strapped Lookin' at the skies for better days askin' why? My life is like this why am enticed to this? **** imagery its the best of me Can't help if I want to abolish slavery Punks *** cops always chasin' me But my mind too strong to be caught up in the wrong I strategize with actions raw raps keep the Co's packin' Put out an APB for a **** nigguh livin' in this streets My heart goes out to the lonely I feel.ya pain Don't let the burden tare ya down Get up off ya *** if ya plan to make cash Cuz the ***** *** government never gone give ya a reprimand of a helping hand Lean on me and overthrow political rules I wamt the gold and silver not the fake *** jewels Paper currency ain't nothing but a advocate to debt So many lost in this world breakin' a sweat Tryna be something that's you'll never be And if a follow the footsteps of revolutionary I'll be a threat So what?? I'mma keep pushin' limits testin' nerves As I sip the henney and blunt as a swerve In my top drop feelin' right and tight Its the black Sun Tzu Thinkin' maybe I'll die tonight
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Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 12:14 PM UTC
IF I Die 2Nite
My problems never cease cuz adversaries try to bury me But since I'm initiated by the hoods They gats protect me catastrophe Been with me since my family tree Nothing crack dealers and cap peelers Seen life early wanted to the king So I chased figures Lookin' at all the cold cash I was stashin' Went from a jalopy to fly Benz Dark tint limo roll up the indo Cuz a brother gotta stay blitz always on a different **** never let the **** blind me Its money over ******* fake ******* get stitches No love bury with five slugs in ya cranium A young ****** on a war path a Ain't no tamin' em Since muthaphukkas jealous I gotta stay strapped Lookin' at the skies for better days askin' why? My life is like this why am enticed to this? **** imagery its the best of me Can't help if I want to abolish slavery Punks *** cops always chasin' me But my mind too strong to be caught up in the wrong I strategize with actions raw raps keep the Co's packin' Put out an APB for a **** nigguh livin' in this streets My heart goes out to the lonely I feel.ya pain Don't let the burden tare ya down Get up off ya *** if ya plan to make cash Cuz the ***** *** government never gone give ya a reprimand of a helping hand Lean on me and overthrow political rules I wamt the gold and silver not the fake *** jewels Paper currency ain't nothing but a advocate to debt So many lost in this world breakin' a sweat Tryna be something that's you'll never be And if a follow the footsteps of revolutionary I'll be a threat So what?? I'mma keep pushin' limits testin' nerves As I sip the henney and blunt as a swerve In my top drop feelin' right and tight Its the black Sun Tzu Thinkin' maybe I'll die tonight
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For my craving, satisfy me of this spicy, loathsome inclination of my restless soul. You, from the Caribbean Sea-- Santiago, let your ambrosia signifies of how your people colloquially refers you, as "Rock". Santiago, a refuge you were once for the Jews. As desirably firm as you are, abolish me of these crisp desires for they renders me with nothing, but mere pertubation. Oh Santiago, obscure me inside your dry rain - shadow areas, relatively. For a while, conceal me so I may somehow be healed of this tempestuous outburst. Sing me a lullaby, Santiago. With such unique culture of yours, infect me. To be vibrant, and to become Jamaican.
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Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 2:39 AM UTC
Santiago
Shakespeare would have failed Naplan, That was not in his cunning plan, Yes, his folks would have him tutored, To ensure Billy became learned, He would have lost his homework, Billy did so not want extra work, Shakespeare, that teen scallywag, It was total fun, such a lad. Now Shakespeare is a wraith, Why, Billy, why? Teens sayeth, As they serially fail literacy tests, Why not abolish that Billy pest? Tragic heroes and drama queens, That's the teens writing essays on such scenes, While Billy failed in literacy, Teens do sense such hypocrisy.
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Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 5:30 AM UTC
LITERACY TESTS
1015 Did We abolish Frost The Summer would not cease— If Seasons perish or prevail Is optional with Us—
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Did We abolish Frost
(for the unknown You) – Sweep up a mound of achievements; layer dogwood and newspaper beneath; find a small, secluded shoreline to sleep an endless sleep; shovel money (in at least twenty currencies), some status and fame onto the funeral pyre’s unremembering flame; write furiously with computer or pen, fill out the days’ whitespace with enthusiastic fantasy; revel on a fallacy (or three); win the gladiatorial games in the Corporate Arena; rediscover a bit of ancient folklore; set up nice altruistic societies to make orphans feel infinite; plant a little garden – give guidance in its growth; build four or five fine-but-small boats with richly decorated keels; fight for something worth believing, though I’m still unsure what that means… A(my) guess: lyricism and poetry and prose, musical composition, simply being kind and open; A suggestion(for You): lay Your hand on a patient’s slowing heart in a cancer ward, catch their tears with a jar and meditate on better things to do; give the old folks a laugh; steal the Elgin Marbles back for the Greeks, or, for the memory of ancient Greece; find where lay a psychopathic fascist’s bitter ashes and give them to the conspirators for closure; (for me) place letters on the graves of John Keats, Percy Shelley, Wystan Auden and William Yeats; rescind, abolish, annul, invalidate my station in God’s dysphoric, existential reverie; heap up beautiful words and send them off to sea inside a laptop on a cellophane-wrapped raft; (for both of us) think thoughts uplifting; smile thirty-three times a day (or more); plan for the future of ourselves and others; give just a bit of love to our mothers; sweep the kitchen and the city streets for free; by your garden plant a tree. Beyond these things for us to do, be proud-yet-humble, open-eyed and acquiescent; just accept; all things inanimate and animate, accept.
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Jul 4, 2012
Jul 4, 2012 at 7:58 AM UTC
Things to do
(for the unknown You) – Sweep up a mound of achievements; layer dogwood and newspaper beneath; find a small, secluded shoreline to sleep an endless sleep; shovel money (in at least twenty currencies), some status and fame onto the funeral pyre’s unremembering flame; write furiously with computer or pen, fill out the days’ whitespace with enthusiastic fantasy; revel on a fallacy (or three); win the gladiatorial games in the Corporate Arena; rediscover a bit of ancient folklore; set up nice altruistic societies to make orphans feel infinite; plant a little garden – give guidance in its growth; build four or five fine-but-small boats with richly decorated keels; fight for something worth believing, though I’m still unsure what that means… A(my) guess: lyricism and poetry and prose, musical composition, simply being kind and open; A suggestion(for You): lay Your hand on a patient’s slowing heart in a cancer ward, catch their tears with a jar and meditate on better things to do; give the old folks a laugh; steal the Elgin Marbles back for the Greeks, or, for the memory of ancient Greece; find where lay a psychopathic fascist’s bitter ashes and give them to the conspirators for closure; (for me) place letters on the graves of John Keats, Percy Shelley, Wystan Auden and William Yeats; rescind, abolish, annul, invalidate my station in God’s dysphoric, existential reverie; heap up beautiful words and send them off to sea inside a laptop on a cellophane-wrapped raft; (for both of us) think thoughts uplifting; smile thirty-three times a day (or more); plan for the future of ourselves and others; give just a bit of love to our mothers; sweep the kitchen and the city streets for free; by your garden plant a tree. Beyond these things for us to do, be proud-yet-humble, open-eyed and acquiescent; just accept; all things inanimate and animate, accept.
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I cooked and cleaned Some times my employer’s emotions in acting mean I cried many times knowing I deserve a more fulfilled life The southern storms with their heavy rains The adventure in travelling on a freedom train Leaving all conflict and feeling ******* behind as a remain Wishing one day my rights to explore and endure The beauty of my black race and abolish hatred as erase Let my wisdom right the bells of freedom Help me make it to that divined kingdom I pray to God above He is my everything in the of Perhaps one day I can overcome feeling weary and tired I have yet to live and don’t want my time to expire For right now I will sleep and transform to a night retire The next morning when I awoke I turned on the television and I thought was a joke The Civil Rights of freedom was passed My prayers were answered at last It wasn’t a dream, but a reality in believing truth My heart was filled with joy All I could say was “Oh Boy” I took my head and looked up at the clear sky Thank you Lord for always being wise I was now free I quit my maidhood and let God guide me in be I walked to a new life to where my new horizon will take me Being directed by the sun and the multitudes in being among.
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Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 4:53 PM UTC
PLANTATION MAID
Premeditated Amnesia 1 For nothing here is old, save for deep layers Of moss and muck and mouldering remains Civilisations lit by visions and fire Now lost beneath a Wal-Mart Parking lot Incuriously the tentacles of Now Slither more deeply into the pale past And churn up yet another housing estate At the corner of Kingsford Lane and Heather Way Near the Motorcycle Church, for piston prayers: For nothing here is old, save for deep layers 1”The U.S. is probably the contemporary world’s purest example of a society which is perpetually trying to abolish history, to avoid thinking in historical terms, to associate dynamism with premeditated amnesia.” -Alexander Woodside quoted by Susan Sontag: https://bostonreview.net/susan-sontag-interview-geoffrey-movius?utm_source=Boston+Review+Email+Subscribers&utm_campaign=b581739691-EMAIL_CAMPAIGN_2018_08_17_04_17_COPY_01&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_2cb428c5ad-b581739691-41080789
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Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 4:19 PM UTC
Premeditated Amnesia
When everything was fine And the notion of sin had vanished And the earth was ready In universal peace To consume and rejoice Without creeds and utopias, I, for unknown reasons, Surrounded by the books Of prophets and theologians, Of philosophers, poets, Searched for an answer, Scowling, grimacing, Waking up at night, muttering at dawn. What oppressed me so much Was a bit shameful. Talking of it aloud Would show neither tact nor prudence. It might even seem an outrage Against the health of mankind. Alas, my memory Does not want to leave me And in it, live beings Each with its own pain, Each with its own dying, Its own trepidation. Why then innocence On paradisal beaches, An impeccable sky Over the church of hygiene? Is it because that Was long ago? To a saintly man --So goes an Arab tale-- God said somewhat maliciously: "Had I revealed to people How great a sinner you are, They could not praise you." "And I," answered the pious one, "Had I unveiled to them How merciful you are, They would not care for you." To whom should I turn With that affair so dark Of pain and also guilt In the structure of the world, If either here below Or over there on high No power can abolish The cause and the effect? Don't think, don't remember The death on the cross, Though everyday He dies, The only one, all-loving, Who without any need Consented and allowed To exist all that is, Including nails of torture. Totally enigmatic. Impossibly intricate. Better to stop speech here. This language is not for people. Blessed be jubilation. Vintages and harvests. Even if not everyone Is granted serenity.
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A Poem For the End of the Century
When everything was fine And the notion of sin had vanished And the earth was ready In universal peace To consume and rejoice Without creeds and utopias, I, for unknown reasons, Surrounded by the books Of prophets and theologians, Of philosophers, poets, Searched for an answer, Scowling, grimacing, Waking up at night, muttering at dawn. What oppressed me so much Was a bit shameful. Talking of it aloud Would show neither tact nor prudence. It might even seem an outrage Against the health of mankind. Alas, my memory Does not want to leave me And in it, live beings Each with its own pain, Each with its own dying, Its own trepidation. Why then innocence On paradisal beaches, An impeccable sky Over the church of hygiene? Is it because that Was long ago? To a saintly man --So goes an Arab tale-- God said somewhat maliciously: "Had I revealed to people How great a sinner you are, They could not praise you." "And I," answered the pious one, "Had I unveiled to them How merciful you are, They would not care for you." To whom should I turn With that affair so dark Of pain and also guilt In the structure of the world, If either here below Or over there on high No power can abolish The cause and the effect? Don't think, don't remember The death on the cross, Though everyday He dies, The only one, all-loving, Who without any need Consented and allowed To exist all that is, Including nails of torture. Totally enigmatic. Impossibly intricate. Better to stop speech here. This language is not for people. Blessed be jubilation. Vintages and harvests. Even if not everyone Is granted serenity.
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Lamenting lost love hidden behind harmonies, (synonymous to symphony) resonates absently. Like making love to a stranger. Like you make love to me. Void of all passion, like revenge of apathy. Apathetic entirely, the emptiness that fuels you emphasizes decrees. Standard-less standards validate your need to dismantle the mantled, and devour the diseased, to command and to seize, to exploit the exploited, and explore every scene— every pelvis, and every scream. How did I fall for such a— loveless being? Better yet, How do I disintegrate re-memories, Or abolish aplitic fallacies, and survive soullessly? (How must I do these things!?) Here I plead surrounded, unattentively, summoning recognition for the being whom resides in me. Resurrecting old wounds, (chore almost seems daily) almost seems like it’s alive, like maybe one day it might save me. More likely, one day it will concave me.   But without knowledge there is no upset. And no upset means no you and me.
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Mar 9, 2012
Mar 9, 2012 at 9:03 PM UTC
Riddler's Revenge
Your eyes, bringing despise, continue to pierce me With their glowing incompetence And fluttering instances of jealousy. Your thoughts continue to reach me With their condescending demeanors That strike with utter prosperity. Your hatred continues to elude me With its striking usage And power that proves deadly. Once, just once, I know you can only wish To wrap your hands around my neck And squeeze until my breath has been abolish'd. Once, just once, I know you can only pretend To plunge the pencil into my chest And apply pressure until my beating comes to an end. Once, just once, I know you want to violate me And, once, just once, I may allow Your reaching desires to overpower me Once, just once, I will see your anger As you wrap your hands around me and decree, "I'm only putting us out of our misery."
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May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
Misery
Doctor is cried When Poor boy ask "Sir,Is there any pill That can abolish The hunger ? "
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Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 2:04 PM UTC
Hunger
You help me realize Why I’m happy to have been given life In parkour you make me feel free Like a bird flying over trees In spelunking you give me   Courage to explore the unknown without the fear of broken bones yet You keep me alive In times of chaos and strife You allow me to face Thanatos To make me Abolish Fright For today is The Day I Stand and Fight
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Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 1:00 PM UTC
Ode to Adrenaline
sledgehammers finish off the drudgery some moments are pounding others are cool like the crystal ocean a depth of vision is necessary if you wish to transcend the edges of your inevitable vulnerability i am in need of shelter from her fire a muse that burns all that she inspires a silent lover of beauty furthering her art between the spaces of dreams our fingers slip into everything and become entangled like twine rest here and unwind your heart strings the scintillating heat is blinding yet rejuvenating if you are my love then uncover your soul give naked silence a chance to grow surround my faithless jungle with your vines of hope i am conscious of the lack of rope this happiness is binding like kindness climbing invisible ladders you shatter the silhouette of my perfect idol i sneak a peak at a photograph that you have kept hidden silver visions destined to uncover the lust of beauty smiled in my direction if we wish to dance then circle around the fire aspire for magic to abolish your name switch places with your shadow and feel the earth within your skin give god a better reason than your sadness and she may even begin to sing again
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Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 5:15 PM UTC
sing again
Fingernails dug out of steering wheel in the out door, not enough gin to **** 50 pushups. 50 more. Change my body Maybe you won't ignore Ambien, the lull of the ceiling fan, the crowds of protestors disband -- the blanket warm, cosmos tease and can, malaise, malaise, I'm trying to be active and sane, sane for the next promise ring holder and wine cooler queen, here comes the switch: ether. The night brings me back to you by way of illusion -- you've got lingerie I've got needs You've got teeth I've got shoulder blades so it begins, white knuckle, culling songs, strain on scalp -- I sing along, ancient melody, satin dirge -- precursor to your soliloquy and black venom urge to scatter this bandaged man-- pieces in your hand, collected and left on 100 dressers for ill-informed future connivers conspire but I'm only tired of trying not to look like a liar so I blend into your blood satisfied smirk from transparent you but what is the future --a present hope but what is the past --a present memory so we abolish each other now betting on tangible mirages in this delicious, miraculous night the stars align the planets collide not an inch of you goes unkissed not an inch of me goes without an itch blackness and breath swirl and spit me into a confetti end time without prophet or priest only a skinny seed, and then the switch: wake with a present hope of getting over my present memory.
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Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 5:37 PM UTC
an idiosyncratic union
I find myself trying to speak The words I myself find to be meek Your presence brings a sense of happiness To a world full of ugliness Your life shines with fulfillment In a world with so little enjoyment These words I try to find Are formed in my mind But are never spoken For their formation hold naught but a token A token of appreciation For your reconciliation These words I try to find I hope to God are worthy of your time When all my words do to accomplish Are a sense of unworthy abolish To a rather revealing relation That was never a creation
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May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC
Small Talk
The days grow longer when you're alone, Daggers sharpen, still stuck in your back. The blood has drained you're left with bone, And a heart that's vigorously turning black. The headstones are plenty, plots they thicken, Life grows sadder as people disappear. The selfish coyote claims the chicken, Before taking a glance in the mirror. Love grows stronger for those who stay, Remaining there forever by your side. But forever is a word with play, Tears come quicker having tried. Laughing is seldom when you abolish the smile, The more you think the less you do. There is no cure, you'll find no vial, Losing self respect amidst the truth. The time you invest, do so with care, Don't let the past hinder you with resistance. Excuses are easy, hard work is the dare, The challenge of your existence.
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May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 3:37 PM UTC
The Challenge of Your Existence