"accomplices" poems
I am different,
And proud of this.
With this difference,
I make accomplices,
Who are different.
I don't care if you,
Call me different,
Because I love my,
Difference.
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
First Love is funny
Like a burning ring
We all fell into it once
Memories Memories
Time ago
Young in age
Tender in heart
Just like in the garden
I wanted to touch the apple
Just the next street
Yet my bath must be long
Had no real beard
Wonder what I was shaving
Armpit cleaned like a desert
Nails cut to shape
Memories Memories
Shirt ironed repeatedly
Trousers checked for unseen tears
Day before
Only shoe shined to new.
Hair line brought to shape
By my mum used tiger razor
Memories Memories
Vasselin on my face
Power on my neck
Perfumed ear
To make complete
Memories Memories
Mirror Mirror
How do I look
Turning Turning
Looking Looking
The boy must be perfect
To met his presumed perfect girl
With a novel in hand
A nappe in the other
The boy good to go
Certified by my coach
Unseen shadow accomplices
Bold and calm
Queens and polished
coach gave order
Tell her she is not beautiful
But pretty
Tell her she is not a girl
But an angel
Tell her she is not now
But the future
Whistle blown
I marched forward
Be calm be calm
My shadow kept saying
Target in sight
Worrior on the March
Memories Memories
At the junction of battle
Without rain
Was covered in sweat
Had a quick look backward
My shadow had disappeared
queens refused to be fluent
words of love had flew away
Smiling was i
Cleaning my sweat
Opening my novel
able to ask for her note
Last assignment of Saturday
We don't school on Saturday
Memories Memories
Prayed for rapture
Even though I new
will end in hell
Any other thing
My hunted asked
No! no!! no!!!
The hunter said
Hunted standing
Hunter running
Memories Memories
Now in a corner
Waiting for my scar to heal
****** up my coach said
Thanking God I came alive
Even when the battle was lost
Memories Memories
Love is like a burning ring
We all fell into it once
Memories Memories
And
Memories
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 8:45 PM UTC
My auspicious and audacious assault augments the annoyance of aged accomplices.
My bodacious broadside of boffolas berates and buffaloes bros beneficently.
A classy crusade Clownishly chiseling and criticizing childishness.
A devilish ********** of dillydallying dullards; devoutly denying dimwits the dulcet dream of defiance.
Excessive, exuberant edification, ebulliently eliminating education-evictees.
A fair-weather frolic in flippancy with furious fools floundering in flawed foppishness.
Gregariously grating glum guys gleefully, growing grander garnishes of gripping gallantry gaily.
Heckling hooligans highlights my heavenly humor.
Irreverently irking irritable, iniquitous idiots in inestimably infuriating and incredible instances.
A jolly, jocular **** joking with jerks.
A kreiger kicking kleptomaniacs in the karyotype. (Cut me some slack, this is 'k', after all.)
A ludicrous, laughing lambaste of lollygagging lunatics, loftily loosing luscious lunacy on lucky losers.
A magnificent masterpiece of malfeasance, a monstrous, malevolent mission of massive misfortune for the minor minors missing no malicious missive.
A noxious, narcissistic niggling of nitwits, niftily nixing the noisome naivete of niggardly nobs.
An offhand, off-color outburst of outlandish observations to outclass the obnoxious overtures of obsequious offal.
A pragmatic prediction of possible platitudes or platypi, a placid parley of pyrotechnic pleasantries provoking Pyrrhic protections by prurient prats.
A quixotic quibble quarreling with a queer quarry.
Ribald ribbing, ruining the robust reality of the repreachful, repugnant, and rapacious with risque ridiculousness.
A silly, slighting slander of sluglike slavishness, succinctly sinking sloppy simpletons sourly.
Tracing the titillating talent of towing tyranny to towering terrors to tactless, togless, terrapins of the times.
Jan 7, 2012
Jan 7, 2012 at 11:25 PM UTC
It’s all laundry and cigarettes
White-knuckle odd jobs
And freezing your *** off, at 7 AM, to
Help your buddy out
Breaking and bleeding, and
Smoking and shirtless, and
Spinning your finger and thumb
Counter-clockwise until the
Resulting ring of fire and fury can
Torch your inhibitions
No one ever restricted you from
Rioting with grace
And through the windshield of your vision,
The streets wake up to the smell of
Alcohol and experience
It’s all rubble in dumpsters, and
Spray paint that swears
Oaths, to bands and bandages
Singing the praises of
Stolen promises, their swiftly
Prying minds can’t understand
And you’re standing
In front of the truck
Arms outstretched
Pistons firing air through your
Organs, that vibrate with the
Trepidation of nightmarish resolve
It’s all battlefields and accomplices,
The kid that kicked you down so,
That you’d eat the dirt,
Place your teeth in
Leather pouches,
And taste defeat for decades
You’re pleasantly high on the
Smoke of your still-burning debt
You’re a supermarket superhero
You’re the queen of the Gasoline Dream
It’s in the way that
Your outline is
Edged out
By your insides, and the
Arms of the chair have become
Wings, that unfurl over
Valleys and oceans, of headstones,
And nursery wards
Tinted windows promise nothing
Regarding secrecy of soul
What would your wisdom teach me
About sentience?
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
There's a man with no face
amongst an empire of apes
that spill blood like fine wine
made of concord grapes
I carry the worlds weight
with enemies pursuein
but the king of the jungle
won't stop til I'm ruined
Now you can call this my sedition with semantics
or satanics toward the nation
but let me advocate this adverse scope.
And holla at my brothers who's down
and salvage hope.
we neglect our abilities
to comence to be
masters of our destiny
we choose to stay tantalllized by the streets
get lock up stay wishin we was free.
Ballisitics takin' away all our family
these anomalies
got us lookin stupid
forgetting we're not aboriginies
of this land oh man
we can never bow to the man
Choosin to bang
instead of abstain
from this
belligerant babble
the system rattles your cage
with rage
we anhiliate
assimilate
the emotions it produces
abstract thinkin causeing back lash
abysmal thoughts of how to get that fast cash
when cats dash past
we take everything
even all their back stash
but we tend to abnegate
the zenith
to which we are
entitled
archaic ways are the axiom
so we need to absorb this alchemy
and abandom them
alliviate
this absentmindedness
and abtruse forces as our accomplices
There's a man with no face
amongst an empire of apes
that spill blood like fine wine
made of concord grapes
I carry the worlds weight
with enemies pursuein
but the king of the jungle
won't stop til I'm ruined
Jun 9, 2012
Jun 9, 2012 at 3:54 PM UTC
Ignorance enemy of our lives
Ignorance paves our perception of what life is when our parents are on the picture yet as soon as the picture fades away
Ignorance pushes reality check to sink in and when it does our lives are turned up side down
Ignorance is a state of mind that refuses to know right from wrong
It controls our mind into thinking that it is what it is
It only comes to **** and destroy one's intellectual like the enemy
Yet when it leaves and the friend visits
Questions of sorrow and guilt arise
Why was I so?
Why didn't I?
I could have just
I wish
If only
And only then time will have fled for it has no accomplices,it goes as planned
We are trapped in ignorance so much that we never see the importance of the picture to hang in there
We always walk pass through it as if it will always be there to guide us.
Time and ignorance have trapped the minds of born frees into thinking that is how it is suppose to be living young and free
Chains of ignorance have left uneducated child headed homes
Born frees with no vision
Born frees chasing behind a job instead of a career
Born frees passionate about wages instead of a vision
The unfolding vision of the born frees is yet to be told when the born frees are free from the chains of ignorance the enemy
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 2:15 AM UTC
To all officers: 504 ERROR
Two German couriers DIAGNOSED WITH AFIB
THIS HAND LOTION IS carrying official documents
murdered on train from LIKE US FOLLOW US
Screen freeze: restart
Oran. AN ERROR OCCURRED IN THE SCRIPT
Murderer ELIMINATES LAUNDRY ODORS
and possible JAW DROPPING accomplices
headed for NOT RESPONDING Casablanca.
Screen freeze: restart
WE’VE GOT AN UPGRADE FOR YOU round up all
suspicious characters TRY IT YOURSELF
Screen freeze: restart
Thanks to:
https://www.springfieldspringfield.co.uk/movie_script.php?movie=casablanca
for access to the script of Casablanca.
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 3:30 PM UTC
Midsummer midnight skies,
Midsummer midnight influences and airs,
The shining, sensitive silver of the sea
Touched with the strange-hued blazonings of dawn;
And all so solemnly still I seem to hear
The breathing of Life and Death,
The secular Accomplices,
Renewing the visible miracle of the world.
The wistful stars
Shine like good memories. The young morning wind
Blows full of unforgotten hours
As over a region of roses. Life and Death
Sound on--sound on . . . And the night magical,
Troubled yet comforting, thrills
As if the Enchanted Castle at the heart
Of the wood's dark wonderment
Swung wide his valves, and filled the dim sea-banks
With exquisite visitants:
Words fiery-hearted yet, dreams and desires
With living looks intolerable, regrets
Whose voice comes as the voice of an only child
Heard from the grave: shapes of a Might-Have-Been--
Beautiful, miserable, distraught--
The Law no man may baffle denied and slew.
The spell-bound ships stand as at gaze
To let the marvel by. The grey road glooms . . .
Glimmers . . . goes out . . . and there, O, there where it fades,
What grace, what glamour, what wild will,
Transfigure the shadows? Whose,
Heart of my heart, Soul of my soul, but yours?
Ghosts--ghosts--the sapphirine air
Teems with them even to the gleaming ends
Of the wild day-spring! Ghosts,
Everywhere--everywhere--till I and you
At last--dear love, at last!--
Are in the dreaming, even as Life and Death,
Twin-ministers of the unoriginal Will.
1.8k
Exploring a world 1,000 miles away from home,
One of the greatest feelings ever known,
You're there and back and everywhere,
All without having to leave your chair,
We work with a friend that never complains,
Nor steals, murders, or calls people names,
He is a computer or form of machine,
More advanced then you have ever seen,
We manipulate computers to have some fun,
Tap into data and get a job done,
The Pheds. call us Hackers,
While others call us Crackers,
To me those terms are boring,
For we are really exploring,
We are all very smart,
And have been since the start,
We study and we read,
So that we will succeed,
In learning computers and all that we can,
And that's why we're smarter then the average man,
So to all of you people who didn't know any better,
I hope you took the time to read this letter,
And now understand to an extent more or less,
That we are not really the criminals described by the Press,
And please take the time to spread the word,
Send them this letter or tell them what you've heard,
Finally I'd like to say to all my fellow accomplices out there,
Near and far and everywhere,
This is a universal message to the entire fleet,
We are at a higher level for we are the Elite.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
******
****** ******
Thousands of captives.
Trapped. Like I. Bound-
To seats.
3 Feet apart.
By invisible chains.
Forced to confess. Faced with stress.
Emotional, mental, maybe physical.
Forced to against will.
Faced with time.
The sounds-
Scratching.
Painful etching.
Carving into ivory sheets.
Painful work, thy fingers die
But all know it's either that or I.
Sweeping scraps.
Weeping rags.
Off the desk.
"THUD"-
Torture
Sickening torture.
Stuck, can do no longer.
Take a minute's break.
All Captors stare.
As if saying.
"Beware"
Captors-
In this
small room.
Captors, Aisles they strut.
Awaiting a **** list in hand.
Should anyone defy.
Should anyone lie.
Captors shall.
destroy lives.
with that pen.
in hand.
One-
Comrade
Forth thee.
Silent protest.
A slip of paper in hand's rest.
Some reference. Glances.
Captor passes.
Gone. Forever Gone.
I've seen him, last.
sent on-
Out.
Possibly for torture.
To spill his guts and to confess.
Accomplices, if any.
None at best.
Countdown-
****** clock moves slow.
As if it was tuned back by purpose.
All watching.
Gaze fixed;
hope-
curse-
5 minutes to go.
The race begins. Last to finish.
Never ever had a good end.
Thy weapon in hand.
Stronger than sword.
Carve words.
****
"STOP"
Presiding captor shouts.
Time flies when you're having fun.
Time flies when you want to run.
All stop as if en cue.
Inspection time.
Is due-
Collection.
Passing of works. Up forth rows.
But there I am. Screaming.
**** **** ****
Life is up.
There goes.
My future-
Elated faces.
All round.
For they now longer bound.
To their chairs.
Smiles fill the air.
"Run along".
Captors declare.
All flee.
but I stood there
Thinking.
Mom I'm sorry. I'm getting an F.
But I knew I did my best.
I might just pass this.
****** test.
Feb 22, 2012
Feb 22, 2012 at 11:28 AM UTC
Fire a blaze with a roar so loud, a fort
that keeps people away, vicious sort
with a corrupted mind, extort
the poor and needy, distort
the reality, the people retort
I am the bad heart, now they cavort
as I am no more, the fire fort
has done it's deeds, foolish people court
with imbecile intellect, contort
are their lives now accomplices are now turncoat.
Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 2:45 PM UTC
It isn't even the dead of the night
This isn't even an empty street
I see lights flashing
And people chattering
I see cowards who might as well
Be accomplices
I see four men
two bikes
four guns
and whole lot of blood
I'm impure?
I'm the liar?
The unbeliever?
The one who's wrong?
Why don't you take a good long look in the mirror?
I'm not the one with the f@%*$ed up slogan
And a weapon set to ****
******
And this blood
Is no one's salvation
You're making a statement
But remember you're starting the war
Honey, this is personal now.
And when I come knocking down your door
remember you're the one who pulled the trigger.
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 11:19 AM UTC
Once I loved my country
Was filled up with pride
That was before my country
Suddenly fell over and died.
It didn’t die spontaneously,
My country was assassinated.
Murdered by people who
Lied, cheated and hated.
The accomplices were folks
Who stayed home and blamed
And insisted that both parties
Were essentially the same.
Those people refused to verify
What was fact from propaganda.
Now half the citizens are facing
A destructive national agenda.
There were thousands of jokes
About the unqualified guy who won.
Some were funny, made us laugh,
But what happened was not fun.
The person who was trained lost.
Now we have a bigot and a racist
Who is eyeing the Constution
And badly wants to replace it.
The people on both sides now
Have no idea what is coming.
They thought they elected a good guy
But he’s a rich kid who was slumming.
They thought he would help to bring
A national hoped-for change.
They will be shocked to death
To discover that man is so strange.
For him it’s about the ass-kissers
He keeps as his personal posse.
Be prepared, this next four years
Will be anything but glossy.
We will witness blood and death
And a crash of our economy
Because Trump and his cohorts
Believe in nothing but autonomy.
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 4:50 AM UTC
...
My Spirit, I dropped
My neck, how tragic!—
Oh, why was I doomed?—
What a shame of love,—
Beset me for living
How poor was my trial?—
That king caught me— Just to be his vice!
Surely, I was a noble queen—
'Til the justice defied me..
Coined by 30 years,— Now deriving for 25 years,
This automatic era seemed haste for me,— Where people work less with limbs,— And more with chained machines
All tenses are verbose,— of such faint vision;— When all the dots meet,—
Perhaps, gallops are faster than wheels.
--...
Whenever I daze in my reflection,
I morbidly feel the bruised mark on my pelvis,— whence Homer penetrated it,— And this slit scar on my nape— of my husband's infidelity
Oh fate, may thou all wrath in flames..
I was not an outlaw!—
Thou all praised a sculpture,—
And smashed it, when it was bore!
Thou bidded swears— To a bedswerver's norms!
My downfall revealed thy disgraced offerings— Traitors!
—My poor, poor queen— Do not weep,
For I shall be great,— This lady will
dissect the hypocrites, and clothe
the faithful—
I shall be the image of your tragedy
and glory
This is the order of my commitment
I am a ponent;
I am a defender.
Quote our testament:
"We art the culprits and victims of our own plot. If an admiring rogue invades thy core, it shall weakened thou as culprit into an ever victim— To be held in judgment, and to be both perceived as no innocent."
—The conviction of worldly accomplices,
This shall be the vengeance of an obsolete sentence.—
Altaira, with me,—
Thou art neither a corpse—
Nor a bit of ash;
'Tis the time for ruling
Your Majesty—
Cheers to the jury..
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 3:34 AM UTC
The irresolvable contradiction, in whose subconscious formula this current absurd-impossible World is immersed, first it turns into non-existence, then it organically emerges into the stagnant Nothingness. The ostrich-faithful gangs of yampecs, like the circus associations of the self-deceivers, seem to even play together a little in the manner of accomplices in the intercontinental businesses of gamblers - because a restless, wandering Soul has long since become a cat and has been tempting the son of man, because there is no partiality, no special difference in a prolonged, incessant Sisyphusian fall. It feels the numbing cracks of the rotting decompositions, while those who remain on the surface are constantly eviscerating the last pennies and silver coins from the pockets of the simpler, working average; Even pitifully degrading bureaucratic wisdom cannot be quite adequate these days: dignity and existence exclude each other just as feudal lords exclude a compromising servant.
Free-thinking is not at all chic these days, they are quite calmly content with merely the illusion of truth as long as possible. Now imported idolatry is becoming more and more popular again, but very much so. Because in the guaranteed transitional age, no one and nothing can be themselves, or the same as they were as long as the laws of humanism were observed, the message of conscious blind indifference seems to have been deliberately transplanted into another blind world.
Like startled fish embryos, apocryphal passwords glide, wrinkles write the warning message on the secret prison walls of faces: "Pay attention, and rather hide in hiding!" - Every circle must organically close at some point. The wasted seasons are no longer waiting for a silver star ready to wander. It's time to ventilate the soul-crushing stuffiness that is welling up in man!
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 12:34 AM UTC
Thousands of glasses, twisted
like millions of spider legs, delicate
and the lenses that glitter-
hard eyes without a soul. I admit
I winced, instinctively
putting my hands up to my eyes,
for a second feeling the disorientation
and the dizziness, the helplessness
that come nightly with taking out
my contact lenses, before
I wear the glasses again
that accent my eyes, accomplices
aiders and abettors to the expression
of the soul I still have.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 4:14 AM UTC
oh they shatter
they glimmer
in a forbidden house
was full of corpses
the girl accomplices
with her rope
and hope
with slits
by glass bits
she hanged
and blood had banged
by glass bits was the stars
that witnessed her death
that witnessed every scars
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 1:32 AM UTC
awesome apothecary addressed as Agamemnon
alleviates anxiety, and alimentary aggravation
anodyne appeasement arrests ailment
amphetamines acquaintanceship assuages
agonizing aches also advocates amorousness
assiduously activating admiration
aggressive attacks assault air afoul
affable affinity affects adumbration
anatomical accidental addiction attested as academic,
although afterward abnegation absolutely arduous,
affianced attired apparently as an anomaly
Ares and Abyssinian Astarte admixture
acquiescence affliction affected adroitly,
and abruptly abends accessible
altruistic alms axed
albeit admonishing, alluding,
and attributing authored
autonomous anonymous adroit arriviste agents
accompanying as accomplished accomplices
accredited ace advertisers
applaud ascendent assaults amidst agonizing appeals
acting all acrimoniously apropos
avowedly ardently, and antagonistically, agitating
appositely advocating ancillary assistance
addict adrift afloat anchors away
assails along, among, and an alias archenemy -
adorned abominable assassin alters ambition
adroitly, aggressively, absolutely
addict announces asseveration
against avid admonishment
alarmingly annulling authentic affiliation
anew anonymous ability acclaims alignment
aegis actually adversarial abetting attrition appetite
acceleration ascendent after aplenty anesthetization
additionally activating arced analogous arrow
advancing added abdominal and arterial agony
abject ambivalence arrests accomplishments attainable
any artistic avocation absconded
asper auditorial approbation, animadversion
artificial aggrandizement abrogates astuteness
appropriate adjudication affronted
alternative afforded amnesty about acing audioslave
as aerosmith ambition assumes arriviste affectation
already appalling alacrity awakens amendment
although Awol administration adamant
acrimonious affront agonizingly attributable
announces another afterworld
apparent ailing apparition
ardent allegiance asking anyone appreciable affix
apathy abounds attending apriorism allotment.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC
Malignant predators.
You cut me up, hunt me down,
maligned my medical records!
I can't even go to a dentist,
nor check up with medical MD.
But still I am my kid's mother.
Can't separate genetic geneology.
**** you ignorant superstitious
hainas you the villains in
my interesting fairy tale life,
Gone wrong when I missed
my mark not in pride nor disobedience but in grief
truth known to higher authorities.
~~~~
You all are well known to me,
the many you trash me to,
are your murderers for hire.
Covert greedy cowards!
hunting me down still in USA!
You are not above the law.
Everyone must ovey the law!
Life liberty, we the People!
I have rights I am a human being.
Take me to the court of law!
******** habitual drug user
demons.
~~~~~~
Yes BBA.- AA its just a name
ignorant malingned unforgiven
criminal satanic worshiper fools!
Back off my V for Vendetta!
"Beneath this mask of mine,
there's more than flesh,
there's an IDEA!
Beneath my mask BBA- Karijinbba
my ideas are bullet proof."
Nothing and noone can k'l them.
Assassination of character
is your only banner of pride!
Mine is truth grace
I obey and respect all USA laws.
judged by my contents of my character where I shine best.
where all you bafoons shamefully failed and in all my fertility blessings, all you failed miserably in yours!
your worst is my best
in motherhood i shine brightest.
The universe is wiser about kids.
My new name is Victoria
Verdad Truth!
Eat your heart out jealous nagas.
flip now banished be to
another darkest
realm where you shall render
restitution and penalties due
fir all your crimes known to me abd tonyour accomplices and God against me and ny children unprovoqued
Back off Elizabeth Arthur Susan RHenrys ***** nurse, and Judy Gim A
ignorant mendicants hill Billy fools. .
~~~~~~~~~
By: Karijinbba
In reference to criminals of
1984- at (Harmony Pictures.)
Burbank CA.
Aug 3, 2021
Aug 3, 2021 at 6:52 PM UTC
Crystal souls
cry condemnatory tears
bitter in the sagacity of their forfeiture;
The investigation exposes
pink blush, red life, and violet neglect
rendering transparent understanding
Accomplices
in the homicide of abducted youth.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 7:10 PM UTC
She felt she'd said
all she needed to say
the torn paper and broken plates
had said the rest
in the settling dust that swirled
peripatetic
in the collapsing corridors
of the relationship
there was a tiny quaver
a voice saying,
"you should have seen this coming"
I didn't, and now half my possessions,
my frayed cotton shirts
and haphazardly creased pants
sit on the passenger seat
like sullen accomplices
as I drive toward a friend's basement
so I can get some sleep.
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 8:34 AM UTC
Arise children of the fatherland
The day of glory has arrived
Against us tyranny's
****** standard is raised
Listen to the sound in the fields
The howling of these fearsome soldiers
They are coming into our midst
To cut the throats of your sons and consorts
To arms citizens Form your battalions
March, march
Let impure blood
Water our furrows
What do they want this horde of slaves
Of traitors and conspiratorial kings?
For whom these vile chains
These long-prepared irons?
Frenchmen, for us, ah! What outrage
What methods must be taken?
It is us they dare plan
To return to the old slavery!
What! These foreign cohorts!
They would make laws in our courts!
What! These mercenary phalanxes
Would cut down our warrior sons
Good Lord! By chained hands
Our brow would yield under the yoke
The vile despots would have themselves be
The masters of destiny
Tremble, tyrants and traitors
The shame of all good men
Tremble! Your parricidal schemes
Will receive their just reward
Against you we are all soldiers
If they fall, our young heros
France will bear new ones
Ready to join the fight against you
Frenchmen, as magnanimous warriors
Bear or hold back your blows
Spare these sad victims
That they regret taking up arms against us
But not these ****** despots
These accomplices of Bouillé
All these tigers who pitilessly
Ripped out their mothers' wombs
We too shall enlist
When our elders' time has come
To add to the list of deeds
Inscribed upon their tombs
We are much less jealous of surviving them
Than of sharing their coffins
We shall have the sublime pride
Of avenging or joining them
Drive on sacred patriotism
Support our avenging arms
Liberty, cherished liberty
Join the struggle with your defenders
Under our flags, let victory
Hurry to your manly tone
So that in death your enemies
See your triumph and our glory!
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 4:13 AM UTC
the rain is collecting onomatopoeia (rare
to find a word with plurality in it
misspelled in the geometric hyper-linear
onomatopoeias) -
ever think of the womaniser bred
from feminism? i know you haven't,
and i know you won't before playing
the Shelley game of test-tubes -
your ideals i'll never die for -
i'd be in the trenches during the first world war,
but your world, i don't want to be part of.
she read Huxley, he played football -
he was an outdoor kind of guy,
she was a moth rather than a butterfly,
a new breed of womanisers has spawned -
turns out my kind are the idiots -
well... hello darling, welcome to the real world.
the rain is pouring out there, god playing
piano, looking for both onomatopoeia and metaphor...
it's drain drain drip... it's hospitalised drain
drain drip and the words that encourage
the wholly vacant - the rain -
imagine the evolutionary tactic approached with
assimilation, the invisible immigrants i call them -
they're there, they always want
the dumb innocent Alexei Karamazov to marry,
but when it comes to the events via Ivan as
hidden wedlock, they want the knights of Charlemagne
to bitch-slap them silly for the crown of menopause -
i.e. what if i wasn't a woman and never wished
to be one?! freeze the ***** invoke onto me
a belittled version of ****** - you know you are neo
accomplices, and now defence from feminism will
spare you such association;
just remember why the Nazis loved science,
feminists love it too! more in the extreme -
all that's missing is the eradication of Eastern Europeans -
a fear of Russia - most feminists are in love
with the potentials of science like Nazis -
i kept my phallus in a pickle jar to prove her point
that she wanted to reign over the role of the Paraclete
as the comforter of futures to come -
god she loves the fascists - the womanisers in
feminism and the idiots that marry her -
leave her! let her utilise the full potential of a Frankenstein!
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 9:43 PM UTC