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Leah Jan 2014
People have something
that brings, buries me down
in centuries
but never brought up for a fight
to my face
nor had taken a fall
for me

When is it became so easy to
just neglect us,
pretty abominated, ripped off, and abandoned
-perished
and utterly left to be
lingering amongst the deadly spirits.

In the realm of intellect,
what pours us into the integrity of a reason?

The true hallmark of unorthodox
has given to the appealing, only
to unleash the underside of themselves
to be intended.

Passive communication can
never be infinite lively.
What can be more flexible to round up
the whole taxable force than its function, to
barricade it?

The cunning grins on every rooms;
a calm melody in the midst of
stormy weather opens new insights and finds out
a balance to the loads of *******
in outside world.
Warning: strong language and some twisted wits in use.
Second version of The Art of Getting By, not an edited version or used modifiers.
This is currently a draft and an ongoing work of mine.
You tell me that you love me,
And that you'll be here forever
But I know that, that's a lie that's,  burning through your pocket,
like a  red hot ember

I know guys like you,
You'll say whatever you need,
To try and steal my innocence
But hey girls belong on their knees

You called me a ***** and a frigid
Because I wouldn't let you between my legs,
But you already labelled my body as yours
I'm your property and I need to get through my head

Now you call me a **** and a *****
Because i do what you asked me too,
A girl just can't win these days
So I'll just get down and blow you

Well guess what sir ,
I'm done with doing things for you
My body was a temple,
Until I let you through

You disrespected me,
And treated me like trash
Burnt away all of my goodness,
And left me abominated like ash

I used to be a lady,
But now you've turned me to a monster
So I'm finally gonna say it
*******, were over.
It's complicated...
I rot with this in thought...
How you communicated...
I can't take it...
My world is shaded...
Time has now stopped, and slowly faded...
Alone in the dark. No light stands an empty park...
Dreams with you are reserved...
Our hearts are related...
Winter all year round. Cold castle from the ceiling to the ground...
No spring of joy now i'm tainted...
Humiliated on how I made it...
The soul is abominated...
My movie is ~K~ rated...
She's gone.I play the song...
As sorrows are elevated...
Show me the way...
Circle ~K~ coordinated...
I'm sober but with a broken motor...
So i'm intoxicated...
I'm all in...
Other wise single all my life i'll spend felling naked...
Those flowers...This hour...With all my power...
Last of my love was pollinated...
Richard B Shick Jun 2018
Just in case
its been miss communicated.

Are government
Has been heavily underestimated.

And unless you chose
to become acclimated.

And let you mind become
Contaminated.

While each generation
is more uneducated.

Just a dying breed
being *******.

Cops stories being fabricated.

That's why they are becoming abominated.

Its all a story that's been fabricated.

What is that me
I've been duplicated

I'm not talking cartoons
My cells have been fabricated

From money that's been allocated.

To companies that have become conglomerated.

While there CEO'S
are greatly compensated.

They keep us all checkmated.

By making our jobs automated.

With machines making jobs eliminated.

And our wages are all but dissipated.

They try to keep us alienated.

Why our lives are infiltrated.

They know whether or not what we drink is decaffeinated.

All are privacy has been decimated.

Thanks to technology that has been created.

But just as all things can be hated.

We the people our power can be demonstrated.

Before we become annihilated.

By those who keep us alienated.

Why their plan is becoming accelerated.

Taking our freedom
its confiscated.

Adding chemicals to our foods keeping minds contaminated.

Our minds our manipulated and  captivated.

As bombs detonated cause innocent to be devastated.

Can't you see us so frustrated.

Its time for them to be investigated.

All mighty companies  to be separated.

So all companies can be family orientated.

It was we the people when we became declarated.

But we gave our freedom away
To become isolated.

Its time to stand up
Its time to be liberated.

Before they make us all medicated.

Take my words as ye will
I may be opinionated.

But heed my warning
Its all being orchestrated.

Our end is prefabricated.
Our civilization will be eradicated.

Unless we become reeducated.

And those behind it all are eliminated.



Written By RICHARD B SHICK

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