"abolishing" poems
A ball player and a thief
Will likely be pregnant by age 16.
Lives in the ghetto and is poor,
Often identified as a *****
Runs fast and does drugs,
Hangs around with gangsters and thugs.
Has a gun or a friend with one.
Speaks in slang, must be part of a gang.
Mess with her, she'll pull a Sharkeisha on you.
If you were to picture a person of any race,
That fits the description that just took place.
A baller and **** hmm... what race matches that?
Yeah you're right, that person is probably black.
Is fast, does drugs, and speaks with slang?
Lemme guess, is he also in a gang?
A young mother who is also poor?
Bet she doesn't know who the dad is, what a *****
All these negative stereotypes associated with being black.
Its disheartening, sicking and its really sad.
And whats sadder is that if you are the opposite of all of that,
You are often told that you're not really black.
Does your skin colour change for going to Harvard?
Will it change for speaking like an English scholar?
Because I play hockey and not ball, does that make me white?
So what if I'm the type of person to run away from a fight?
You don't have to be irresponsible and rude to be considered black.
It's your ethnic background that determines that.
And to some people, all we are is the complexion of our face.
Light, dark, somewhere in the middle, to some, the bad of a few defines
our whole race.
Does running away from a cop, and being black give someone grounds to shoot?
Why is it that my skin color is what is most important to you?
Is asking a question when getting arrested for no visible reason really resisting arrest?
Does struggling to break free from restraints to catch my breath, give someone a reason to grab on tighter to strangle me to death?
The actions of a few don't define the actions of a whole group.
And this assumption that all black are thugs, thieves and liars has done clear damage to,
Michael Brown, Eric Garner, Trayvon Martin and so many more.
They didn't know it, but just by being black, they put their lives at risk when they stepped out their door.
Don't you think it's gotten too far when we have to prove Black Lives Matter, or when we the saying of a movement is Hands Up, Don't Shoot.
Should people have to be reminded that blacks are real people and that our lives matter too?
We are athletes and musicians.
Lawyers and physicians.
The leader of a nation.
An anchorman of a news station.
We don't all fit into that mold that is preset for us.
You can and should expect great things of us.
Because we don't have to be a **** or a baller to be considered black.
We define what type of black person we are, we determine that.
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 2:04 PM UTC
I am the wind when the tide is high
And the clouds hang like broken picture frames in the sky,
Holding on for a moment of glory
While the poet’s haunting words write me life’s little story.
I am the sun when the world has no shine,
A gleam lost within the precious folds of time.
My manner of pride surpassing
What so long ago became everlasting,
For the days have become nothing more than an actor’s last scene.
I am thunder rippling in the dark
As the raindrops wound the already fragile hearts.
Sorrow falling upon the world like a blanket,
Wondering how much longer our broken souls can take it.
I am lost when the storm shatters the world,
Breaking the glass as the space between the lines unfurl.
And wandering like no man wanders before,
Hanging from the busted seam brought by greed, hunger, and war,
Never allowing their dreams to wash upon a dusty shore.
I am lightning, vibrant and ready to be a guide in the night,
Ready to end the darkness with a future promising and bright.
I am lightning, leading them through the storm
And abolishing the suffering that our hearts and our souls transformed.
I am lightning amongst thunder, ironically quiet and frightened,
Yet, they forget that their darkness too deserves to be lightened.
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 2:30 PM UTC
Animals abolishing apples and apricots,
angry astronauts abandon Abraham's automobile,
algae acting after ant at Ally alligator's aunt's apartment
Aching antsy alpha aardvarks arranging afternoon arguments
After Amanda ate anchors, Anna attacked Alabama
at Abbey Road Alice anounced an aristocrat arriving.
An acceptable antonym!
Apr 16, 2010
Apr 16, 2010 at 3:32 PM UTC
I waited too long
to mow my lawn
biopsy my lung
yet lived long enough, anon,
however long is long.
Whatever. It's not wrong
to count along
while busy living. Sing
and stay strong
absorb the sun's photons
and store them in your bones.
Those bones
outlast slights and spurns
are white as lightning and strong
as sticks and stones.
Inside is one's
spirit, soul, the nameless one
the one that's never known.
It has no cell phone
can't communicate or even moan.
Therefore. Why complain?
Have some fun.
Soon
I'll be undone
subterranean
my garden burned down.
So what. John Donne
died and so did Milton.
Emerson too, and Whitman.
Get over it. Vote. Love. When
the train comes in the station
whistle with it, wish on
stars with passion
or careful hesitation.
Anything's fine, within reason.
Season by season
things get done.
Algebra and calculus, Malcolm X, George Washington.
No taxation
without representation.
A gun
in every den.
People will be governed
one way or another, by a sovereign
or trusted friend. Corporation.
Men
are more disposed to suffer, while Evils are sufferable, than
to right themselves by abolishing the Evils to which they are
resigned.
I'm too young
to die! I cry. My generation
cannot outrun the sun
but I want to see what happens
next, a tsunami or tornado, rain
and wind beyond our comprehension
hit in the head by speeding debris, irony
of ironies! plastic contraptions,
rotting computers and yogurt cups, pain
in the baby! Moment's
notice. None,
I notice, live long
enough to see the end. Amen. A million
years hence
human sense
has so modified and mutated among
other moons
we share one mind
and everything's remembered by everyone.
Look it up. There is no death, just perfect rest. A perfect tan
is possible, and work is fun.
I'm going there when I pass on
because souls will travel at warp speeds, using nuclear fission.
About suffering, religion
was right (and wrong) all along.
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 9:18 AM UTC
between the umbilicus of limbo,
and the theater of cruelty
the rational world remains a derelict
void
welcome are hallucinations
abolishing reason
that give meaning
to blood shot
gazing walls
beyond the limits
of sanity
where madness can not be opposed
in a world
of tug a war aberrations
a lyric breathed voice
shoots through
nerve membranes
while marching
an infantry of
squat shadows
and false memories
that move like flames
in a vacant lot
of burning violets
she goes hungry
a snake head
eats its tail
in graves
scattered voice
and speechless tongues
arteries pulse vermillion
naked and wanton
waiting to be pierced
for schitzo's release
in a lyric of dreads desire
a tidal force
lifts a dirigible of hell
in a fountain of blood
while Jesus has a cheeseburger
moonstruck in torn *******
a spreading bride
dissolves hoop-armed
around a formless shadow
hallucinating
her beloved killer
foot stones kiss
….
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Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 7:56 AM UTC
Today was a good day,
Not a single tear was shed.
Today was a good day,
That's why I'm wishing I were dead.
The desolate sea beckoning me,
Depression, a mere inevitability.
Dare not lie to me,
My death will be chosen, setting me free.
I rue the day I attempted while crying.
Is it not superior to leave the world smiling?
Today was a good day,
I best get to flying away-
Before my monsters return,
abolishing yet another day...
Death being an opportunity,
Again poached away.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
Oh, but the pain we suffer
Alone in the dark, at night
Ruminating lifes agonizing flaws
Piles of letters on the floor
Apologies and final farewells
Meaningless attempts to explain
A hammer pressed tightly
Placing an end in its sight
Groping the thighs of death
Fingers typing ferociously
Attempting to explain the pain
To those that deserve it not
Scattering pointless words
For the world to see and mock
Tear filled heart dumps the final breath
An ocean away, and a draped face
Covered by the endless miles
Stretches out her love
Tonight a friend has added the minutes
Abolishing the hooded beast
Saturatiing the darkness with hope
Hugging away the darkness
Oh the light that the precious soul
Touching the darkest corners
Emitted light with radiance
The sparkle in the heart
Ignites a glorious fire
Burning bright for all to see
Oh but only if
The arms could
Stretch a few more miles
Thank you my friend
For saving me from the end
It is my love I send
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 5:13 AM UTC
Sky has fallen on your head, Earth erupting has upended you into two, is it time for change yet?
Everyone knows the extinction's coming, racing towards US from our future,
Seen on the horizon, still, no talk of evolution, adapting to reality,
Not the worldly world of criminal insanity? Non-republican caucasian
Newborns to men who are heterosexual are still neutered as newborns,
Mutilated as toddlers, kids, mass-raped, and every crime done against them
As kids and teens, yet the Roman Catholic Empire doesn't even acknowledge
Their inquisition against them, let alone slow it down, stop it. How is
It that Pope Benedict (Arnold, the Rat...), the last inquisitor, hasn't
Been prosecuted in the ICC? Just so you know, if "...we(e),..." don't
Uninstall RumputiN/vlad-the-impaler from the Blackhouse by 1-21-21, the
United **** of assassins is the new notsee Germany and since it's citizens
Haven't stopped it's Gov't, it must be destroyed at all costs, for life,
Humanity, the Earth, to even exist. Is impeachment peachy keen now?
Do you feel like keeping it in the ground, abolishing fossil fuel use yet?
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 10:31 PM UTC
Sometimes a poet has to ponder upon:
substitutes
suspense
building
breaking
glueing
grooving
gazzillion
broken pieces
put back together
Love
Heart
Rhythm
pace of words
Rhythm !
Shall words be beautiful ?
Or aggressive ?
For some opponent heavy readers Lovely words just don't suffice!
***Love words, cheesy romanticism and odes to beauty
turn out to be:***
too easy
too light
not a delight
a psyche's cry is heard:
"Where is some drama!? For God's sake!!!"
We hear annoyed reader's comments...
**"Brother, this cheesy woobadaloo, smoochy kind of poetry ain't nothing but pure ****
An effort compared to one, two three, slight steps in muddy warm water
nothing much to do, a lurking pudding, fibble will... oh, my my
oooooohh"
no harm done
but boring
but! - there's always a - but!
some badass poetic freak
with it's head in
the clouds
tell me about Love
dear!
till
the day's tiles
are done.
***"Where's some culmination!!?!!
Crime, anger, passion!!!?!!!
Terriffic twists of turmoil, sweat, deceit... !??!
At least a bit of dark matter puked on a silver platter!! Where is this abruptly amazing, abolishing lust for hedonism!!!?"***
fortune
torture
pain
lust
give me some more!
blood, thorns
screams,
tears
sweet ****
Does beauty suffice!?!
Without duality?!
Is there a Real Poetry without
Suffering ?
Tell me poets!!
Is there a Poetry- Divine without ugliness ?!? of words, energy, meanings without a constant fight!?
inner dialogue
characters
opposition
HAIKU!?!
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC
Get rid of them all,
We do not need these vermin with their rituals and ceremonies,
Pish posh their just a waste of money,
We spend our dollars to "conserve" culture,
Why,
When we have pride in our own,
Throw the beasts out,
Let us alone rot in our culture,
While the world prospers and grows relations,
We promote our culture with pride,
Ensuring we establish our culture in the minds of all,
Abolishing the infection that reeks the minds of all who are not U.S.
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 12:51 AM UTC
Staring out that great big window-
with a slight sight of my boring reflection,
staring up into the giant grey clouds engulfing my sunshine-my rays of life,
Darkness creeps over the land,
submerges everything that you know
The building's turn gloomy,
the power shuts off
In the shadows i sit-the darkness is kind of familiar now.
There wasn't even a suspicion of light.
The murkiness of this ill light room was often friendly to me,
it shared secrets of other peoples night life, and how they spent it-
peeking in through the closet, he tells me-
describing all of my unfortunate neighbors
I'm lucky i befriended the darkness instead of abolishing it with-
left on bathroom lights, and those jack-o-lantern night brights
Each night he comes back
with more smudged and smeared information-
that he shares with me and only me.
When i sleep he watches over me like a guardian demon-
i wake i find no trace of him except under the bed and in that dark closet
So i decided to board-up all the windows to never see the light of day again,
in this dark temple i shall stay,
to never speak of light or even think it
In three weeks time
The darkness overwhelms me, i can hardly see the light
So i sit in my dark room
and conjure up every terrible creature i can think of-
hoping they come to life, and destroy this dark room
The darkness
feeling more and more like an addiction everyday-
Two months now-
all traces of life in me,
in this house are forgotten
The only memory i have
is that of light peering in the darkness
through the cracks in the boards-glowing,
begging to come in and fill me with brilliance,
but the darkness radiates through me-
fending off the insight and intellect.
Apr 2, 2010
Apr 2, 2010 at 9:24 AM UTC
I shuffle my way into the kitchen,
suicidal thoughts running through my head
"you're worthless"
"you're stupid"
"you're ugly"
Thats the only thing I hear.
I grab the sharpest blade from the drawer
slit slit slit
It hurts
but at the same time
it feels amazing.
I need to stop
but I can't.
drip drip drip
My blood splatters onto the floor,
with every cut
more and more blood
trickles down.
This is so relieving.
The knife is cutting out every insult,
abolishing all of my glitches.
all of my failures are replaced with integrity.
I feel as if I were new.
With this knife,
I'm going to carve a better me.
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
Hatred caused the darkness
That radiated the land
Perspiring a toxic fume
Pollution covering the dawn of freedom
Causing a grey sky
The flowers die
The soil rich with poison
Beauty abandoned the colors
Abolishing the glow in deep eyes
Acid rain inside a dry mind
Love lost interest of its golden shrine
For gold has rotten teeth
And love yearned for peace
Violence could not find a home
Love had to leave its throne
And find a reason to dream a sickly smile
Yet choose to stay awhile
But where
In the dark a rose bloomed
Dawn did not know how to accept
How sunshine would glow after the sun would set
But we looked
And finally dreamed
Of many things
The why's
The where's
The how's
Our questions could not be answered
Nor denied by prophecy
Only examined by the mystery
Elders only asked
While the rain turned to ash
Would you trust it?
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 7:14 PM UTC
A dawn begins―a
New era erupted inside
An unsalvageable territory
That once stood towering
And proud.
They were Americans,
Mocking the face of
Danger,
Not creating it.
They were Americans,
Powerful and free,
But who are now
Prisoners to
Temptation and greed.
What shall become of
Them?
Shall their souls
Be sold to
The devil,
Masquerading as promise?
Fools they all are―
Cowering behind their
Flag and their
Anthem,
Using them as a
Definition of a
True American.
They were victorious,
Glorified in the
Eyes of war and
Violence―battled
Between peace
And harmony.
The freedom fell
In bereft
Ruins,
Abolishing the pride
And glory of a
Once great nation.
They were Americans,
Humble and kind.
Now they’re waiting
For the sun to rise
And rid the country
Of immorality.
They were Americans
And now they’re
Just empty shells
Living in the shadows
Of a once great
Nation.
You see, they were Americans.
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 3:54 PM UTC
And rather die as a mayfly, in one day, on their feet,
Than live as long as an eagle flies, on their knees.
"...It's funny how one insect can damage so much grain...",
One instant can damage so much Grace,
Yet, abominable that only 400 years of supposed science has almost
Destroyed what it took The Evolution 15 billion years to create, the Earth's life!
Extinction is forever and no one will wear it well, the corporate structure's
Convolution need not con anyone, we let them steer our perceptions and ships.
Walking in nature's balance, giving back to her abundance, "...we(e)...",
Illimitable in potential, and indivisible as life, evince to be!
"...They don't stand a chance against our ...(heart),
No, they don't stand a chance against our love..."
If you're lifelong students, self-actuating and evolving, leaving no footprints
That followed none, they will echo forever on, in all ways, always,
Only if humanity gains the sanity to abolish the 'use' of fossil fuels,
Thereby abolishing global defacto-slavery, as well. Be well.
"...There's a beacon in the sky meant to catch your eye...",
Words weren't meant for cowards, be brave...".
The Cosmos can't stop us from basing global society on scarcity, instead of nature's abundance.
Tragically, our delusions won't be dispelled until that premeditated extermination of 7 billion.
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 2:11 AM UTC
Already have victims other words TROLLERS that i will slaughter soon::::::::::(((((((((IIIIII will get YOU Soon
Be
REALLY READY TROLLS TO BE
Abolished
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC
from ash to soul and soul to ash,
a continuation of life ever-last;
dancing with hexahedron hierarchy --
eating off epidemic oligarchy --
we've crowned a fool, with saviours in town;
our eyes in wool, 'til we turn around,
with eyes of indigo, soaring free,
an extra sight within the trees...
soon each shape moulds together as one,
like scattered stars at midnight come,
an image emerges from the light,
which unveils such a splendid sight:
the fall of kings, the rise of queens
and all the other fragile things;
love and beauty on the tongue,
swivelled down into the lungs,
knowing not what to become,
the cringe of fear resides in some;
hide inside a box with ***
until the waking morning comes...
it's time to rise: wake up! wake up!
leave your box, dispose of cups;
out of the office, into vast love
of a day which is anew, because --
the dark is done if you wish to banish;
revolution is not so outlandish,
when fish merely roam in schools of thought,
with nothing ever truly taught,
until one day, the shark will come,
and cause you to despise your ***
your weak hand, and your menace,
for all is well when there is penance,
"for they know not what they do...",
leader to people, as lion to shrew;
abolishing all antiquity
in order to reach sublimity.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
Love is the death of honour
pain the demise of grace
voices whisper and taunt these thoughts
plaguing my waking hours, infecting my dreams
i stand before, then toward i crawl
yet another cross-roads, another choice
run, tempts the voice in vicious spite
run and not return, someone else again, reinvent
that your worthlessness may not be found
the true face to stay hidden behind façade
flee, pretend you can be free
seductively the voices cajole without cease
to walk away from those i owe
leaving honour in the dust of broken promises
for the pain they bring is to great to bear
here people that love me in hope and grace
you are not worthy, voices sibilant, bring only pain
and i know it is all i am, consumed by hurt
a heart beating on for no purpose, absent of reason
love immolates me in corrupted, desired, fiery agony
destroying strength, abolishing honour
here grace has nothing to do but fall, fall fall
all,the while voices giggle in mocking murmur.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC
I loved someone, once,
They brushed their teeth with wishes of hope,
Just so i could wake up to them spouting lies of heavenly grounds,
But still i stayed,
They said to walk one step at a time,
But that was hard when my own shoelaces were out to get me,
And yet I slept,
They spread a religion of love,
Knowing the bible was AI generated,
And yet I believed them,
They would force the words into my throat,
Suffocating me with their false fist,
And yet i loved them,
The city was so busy yet no one saw the tears on my cheeks
But i painted them red to show my devotion
Abolishing my temperament,
My truth was blended with busy traffic,
And yet…
I stayed.
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 8:17 AM UTC
Loudly, mercisly, the storm cloud
Stalks overhead in his dark temper.
This way, and that, he terrorizes; he reigns
Over concrete cities and somber souls.
Blowing and abolishing vibrant dreams
Of the sun into a neutral nothingness.
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 1:07 PM UTC
Our ancient lineage contains folds encapsulating hidden wisdom
unfurling at the weathered edges.
Curling inwards in attempt to direct us to the origin.
Source.
Deposits of insight lie within our bloodline,
spiraling beside genetic codes we have carried through lifetimes.
The quickening has arrived,
through comprehension acceleration and universal language of Love translations.
Verdant roots nourishing, allowing spiritual nutrients to enhance our brilliance.
We are
Telluric creatures:Natural teachers
essential to the transfusion of energy between the moon and the sun
We are
the ones, responsible for our is-ness magnification
outgrow foundations we have constructed to keep ourselves from seeing past this self inflicted ceiling.
It has withheld us from feeling anything beyond this consumeristic dogma implanted in our society,
force feeding us its enigmatic conditioning.
Detach pre-determined thinking to allow this ever-flowing journey of contemplating mysteries,
abolishing worries of fear in the becoming.
It takes courage to assert ones self beyond what we have been taught,
to unlearn ready made thought and rewrite our own scriptures.
Our ligaments are sacred scrolls awaiting our blessing, allowing them to unfold
leaving lacuna spaces for existence to experience traces of our essence.
Children of mother earth in collaboration with father time,
the genesis of this breath has appointed us as divine,
intertwined into a perfected geometric composition, we are creation curators of this generation
woven into synthesis,
mastered with our gift of presence,
god-head recollection.
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 10:09 PM UTC
When in the Course of events, it becomes
necessary for a people to dissolve the political
bands which have connected them with another,
and to assume among the powers of the earth
the separate and equal station to which the Laws
of Nature and of Nature's Powers entitle them;
[a decent respect to the opinions of mankind
requires that they should declare the causes
which impel them to the separation, _or not_]:
We hold these truths to be self-evident,
that all animals are created equal, that they
are endowed by their Creator with certain
unalienable Rights, that among these are Life,
Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness;
That to secure these rights, Governments
are instituted among Men, deriving their
just powers from the consent of the governed;
_That whenever any Form of Government
becomes destructive of these ends it is the
Right of the People to alter or to abolish it
and to institute a new Government_, laying
its foundation on such principles and organizing
its powers in such form as to them shall
seem most likely to effect their Safety
and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate
that Governments long established should not
be changed for light and transient causes; and
accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind
are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable,
than to right themselves by abolishing the forms
to which they are accustomed. But when a long train
of abuses and usurpations pursuing invariably the same
Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute
Despotism, _it is their right, it is their duty,
to throw off such Government_,
and to provide new Guards
for their future security.
Such has been the patient sufferance
of the American citizen;
and such is now the necessity
which constrains them
to alter their System of Government:
The history of the present government of the united States
is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having
in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny.
To prove this, let the Facts be submitted to a candid world:
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC
The abstract vision of surreality
The staggering sound of objective communication
The euphoric touch of manipulation
The unsettling taste of falseness and fallacies
The over-gratifying smell of fascist **********
Humanity diminished by power
Comfort abolishing the difficult
Complacency pairing with transgression
Selfishness receiving unjustified praise
Disorder feeding a psychotic nirvana
Control forgotten from egotism
The courage to change in hibernation
Awakened by a chance for valor
A journey begun, but far from ending
An unknown reward waiting for its warrior
Traps are set by the beast within
Only the strong can obtain peace
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 6:51 AM UTC
you taught me to peel my own layers
like oranges, abolishing my own comfort until my skin is raw and fresh, until the scent of selfish solitude is in the air you breathe.
once bare, I must forget the ache
of loss and grieve in silence as the desert sun taunts me with
the color I've just shed.
my eyes will always know your face.
it is a face of a man with yellow eyes,
a gun inside his pocket;
ready to pull the trigger once the war inside him commences.
gone are the days of peeling oranges.
it is time for me to peel suns.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 6:47 AM UTC