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"animosity" poems
vicious revenge feel its strain. Engrained forever on a decaying brain. For its a plague with no andetote. No cure. Nothings sacred. nothings pure. No honor here to gain but a grasp of guilt, sorrow and pain. A trench deep seated with animosity. Hearts too blinded by hatred to see. Its walls engulfing like vines round a tree. But no vegeance shall set you free. In realising its errors and fate The soul desperately searches to escape. Weary, hollow, it longs to retire But hatred enslaves as its walls grow higher For this is one prison sentence that will never transpire.. If you fight fire with fire.
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Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 3:47 AM UTC
Revenge
Lost is the African pride Gone are those who could ride the tide Left are those who drown beneath the wave Prone to dehumanization because of greed I see burning buildings Mutilated bodies Escalating violence And social unrest Lost is the Spirit of Ubuntu Left is a society deprived of its integrity Selfishness and poverty is at the core of our society Is the real Africa lost to antiquity? Crime is rife as people strive for a decent life. A decent life earned through decadence Should we stone foreigners because the government is failing to provide employment? Or should we burn down buildings so that our voices can be heard? I am ashamed of the profanity we breed It’s a calamity for us to be xenophobic It’s a taboo for us to call Africans foreigners in their motherland. It’s not who they are. It’s not who we are It’s not who you are It’s not who I am Together we are the Africa that has survived slave trade The Africa that has survived apartheid The Africa that has survived colonization The Africa that is surviving westernization We don’t fight for employment We create employment We don’t breed resentment We translate sentiments Let us evoke the Spirit of Ubuntu And let’s behave like men not animals Let us ignite the Spirit of Ubuntu And let’s stand like men immortal The Spirit of Ubuntu is what separates us from animals Terrorism shouldn’t exist in Africa It’s a disgrace for us to be unethical Xenophobia shouldn’t be heard in Africa Animosity is not our portion
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May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 6:28 AM UTC
The Spirit Of Ubuntu
Lost is the African pride Gone are those who could ride the tide Left are those who drown beneath the wave Prone to dehumanization because of greed I see burning buildings Mutilated bodies Escalating violence And social unrest Lost is the Spirit of Ubuntu Left is a society deprived of its integrity Selfishness and poverty is at the core of our society Is the real Africa lost to antiquity? Crime is rife as people strive for a decent life. A decent life earned through decadence Should we stone foreigners because the government is failing to provide employment? Or should we burn down buildings so that our voices can be heard? I am ashamed of the profanity we breed It’s a calamity for us to be xenophobic It’s a taboo for us to call Africans foreigners in their motherland. It’s not who they are. It’s not who we are It’s not who you are It’s not who I am Together we are the Africa that has survived slave trade The Africa that has survived apartheid The Africa that has survived colonization The Africa that is surviving westernization We don’t fight for employment We create employment We don’t breed resentment We translate sentiments Let us evoke the Spirit of Ubuntu And let’s behave like men not animals Let us ignite the Spirit of Ubuntu And let’s stand like men immortal The Spirit of Ubuntu is what separates us from animals Terrorism shouldn’t exist in Africa It’s a disgrace for us to be unethical Xenophobia shouldn’t be heard in Africa Animosity is not our portion
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Picketed, another generation pushing for advancement in the age of reason, Logical, radical movement Trying for less invasive measures of medication To take the blinders off the prejudice of non-conformity and reach the masses A promise to ease the pain, promote healing, the overall good Met with violence, verbal slander, from mommies and daddies afraid of a world outside their white fence, Fearing independence, the expansion of the mind, an openness in their youth to allow radical change. The bloated belt bent backwards, white collar replaced by hedonistic practical libertarians in pursuit of happiness for all Sick, disgusted with the man, the one behind the podium whom allows for this animosity on a group that did everything right, legally sound Tired of hearing the whispers across a university, the hopeful gushing’s of elated individuals bright- eyes naive Of a system that won’t allow something this controversial into the public, afraid to lose their hold on a potential capitol On something that should be as easy to find in a free market as Captain Crunch, Coca-Cola, and Rice Krispy Treats. Grinding down, fluffy-green-crystal bud Dank yellow smoke smoldering out of pipes end, seeping out of closed lips billowing out of nostrils Dragon fire down a throat coated with a week worth of soot, and experience Choking, coughing, laughing away the misery The disappointment in her fellow man to refuse to even consider the validity of a proven product Knowing that if it was anything else a miracle drug composed of fairy dust, unicorn hair and the ***** of a thousand angels; approval would have been immediate. Whip lash. Flick, flame, fumigating Baking myself into a calmer state, watching with ****** off grace Twitching with the need to take action To control this negative reaction, to slap the of face limp **** conservatives So consumed with themselves, blind to the pain of people who have lost hope in other forms of relief Alternative therapy shut off by a system obsessed with its war on drugs.
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Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 12:13 PM UTC
Ballot? What Ballot?
Picketed, another generation pushing for advancement in the age of reason, Logical, radical movement Trying for less invasive measures of medication To take the blinders off the prejudice of non-conformity and reach the masses A promise to ease the pain, promote healing, the overall good Met with violence, verbal slander, from mommies and daddies afraid of a world outside their white fence, Fearing independence, the expansion of the mind, an openness in their youth to allow radical change. The bloated belt bent backwards, white collar replaced by hedonistic practical libertarians in pursuit of happiness for all Sick, disgusted with the man, the one behind the podium whom allows for this animosity on a group that did everything right, legally sound Tired of hearing the whispers across a university, the hopeful gushing’s of elated individuals bright- eyes naive Of a system that won’t allow something this controversial into the public, afraid to lose their hold on a potential capitol On something that should be as easy to find in a free market as Captain Crunch, Coca-Cola, and Rice Krispy Treats. Grinding down, fluffy-green-crystal bud Dank yellow smoke smoldering out of pipes end, seeping out of closed lips billowing out of nostrils Dragon fire down a throat coated with a week worth of soot, and experience Choking, coughing, laughing away the misery The disappointment in her fellow man to refuse to even consider the validity of a proven product Knowing that if it was anything else a miracle drug composed of fairy dust, unicorn hair and the ***** of a thousand angels; approval would have been immediate. Whip lash. Flick, flame, fumigating Baking myself into a calmer state, watching with ****** off grace Twitching with the need to take action To control this negative reaction, to slap the of face limp **** conservatives So consumed with themselves, blind to the pain of people who have lost hope in other forms of relief Alternative therapy shut off by a system obsessed with its war on drugs.
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You strip and scream in the pillow of your king size bed. Something about life being too hard or your girlfriend's unfaithfulness. Somoene's outside your door or maybe under the tree. They know what their future is and their prospects are bleak. 'I don't want to eat because I am so depressed. ' Well, how about handing over that food to someone who has been going hungry to bed. You are never thankful for what you have. Let's solve this without any animosity We all have days which are bad. I have seen the citylights I have seen the people cringe with the pain You and I know that this system is to be blamed. It's time that the government has shown their true face. Those schemes are probably gonna fail. Unclean water, improper waste disposal it's time we return back to our own morals. I don't mean to be abrasive but it's time we face it. The rich are getting richer watching poor men die You get the picture Divided by an imaginary line. Some charities are a scam '*Please help us fund the education of the kids affected by the floods. We have no proof where the money goes. Our logic is ****** ' Traffic lights changing colours Wait?  Did someone break that one again? That's a ****** No one knows where they are going as long as the cash is flowing So many around the world starve to death 'What the hell did you put in this lasagna? A rotten egg?' Your emotional security us important and so is your money. You can enjoy as many luxuries but remember to think of the less fortunate.
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Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 1:50 AM UTC
Citylights
You strip and scream in the pillow of your king size bed. Something about life being too hard or your girlfriend's unfaithfulness. Somoene's outside your door or maybe under the tree. They know what their future is and their prospects are bleak. 'I don't want to eat because I am so depressed. ' Well, how about handing over that food to someone who has been going hungry to bed. You are never thankful for what you have. Let's solve this without any animosity We all have days which are bad. I have seen the citylights I have seen the people cringe with the pain You and I know that this system is to be blamed. It's time that the government has shown their true face. Those schemes are probably gonna fail. Unclean water, improper waste disposal it's time we return back to our own morals. I don't mean to be abrasive but it's time we face it. The rich are getting richer watching poor men die You get the picture Divided by an imaginary line. Some charities are a scam '*Please help us fund the education of the kids affected by the floods. We have no proof where the money goes. Our logic is ****** ' Traffic lights changing colours Wait?  Did someone break that one again? That's a ****** No one knows where they are going as long as the cash is flowing So many around the world starve to death 'What the hell did you put in this lasagna? A rotten egg?' Your emotional security us important and so is your money. You can enjoy as many luxuries but remember to think of the less fortunate.
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I said, "How long will it take?" I mean, we've seen the same mistakes. Ain't it crazy after all this, we're still waiting for a change. And the faces are the same, the pain, it still remains. Tired of it all but really who is there to blame? The system, the victims, the money or fame? The power, the hour, the looks or the name? But whatever the claim, we need to make a change. We are here to stay so all my people, can I hear you say! No justice, No peace No murderous police! They say liberty for all, but freedom is not free. Its time to break down these walls of animosity. Its time to fight for our justice and equality. & we've seen it all before rooted deep within our history. Made some improvements but there is still no victory. Don't shoot, Hands up Unite and stand up Fight back and man up One more brother down We need back up! Its time for a change Real action, real pain! We might look different but were all the same. Man, this system is so distorted, to change that, i'm for it. No freedom till were equal **** right I support it.
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Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
Freedom is Not Free
Evolution (Poem by Serenus) Many people don’t believe in evolution But I’m determine to evolve Then I’ll start a revolution And get the masses involved We’ll spread the message like pollution Love will be our cause Hate needs a substitution Or else- nothing will be solved We will be immune to evil A sickness that can Never again take control No more hatred or animosity It’s like cancer to the soul No more violence or war One day we’ll look back in horror And wonder, what was it all for? One day we’ll rise above the fray… And be disgusted By the way we behaved… Racism Sexism Slavery The holocaust War of religions Terrorism Torture… How could we have been so lost? As a people We don’t have a choice But to evolve Or else- As a people… We will all dissolve.
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Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 12:41 AM UTC
Evolution
Been a week since the new year arrived at dawn's door Seven sunrises had passed making way for many more Resolutions, wishes, aspirations cast into winds of new days In hopes they'd be carried forth on each dawn's new rays *Let us welcome the fresh air that come Inhale it deep as reminder that we're luckier than some Let us embrace the opportunity of time A privilege bestowed so we could still pen in rhyme Let us cherish the love from family and new found friends Shower upon them the gift of verse that never ends Let us strengthen existing virtual and physical connections Reinforce them with kindness, fortitude and good intentions Let us sieve past experiences that mar us black Dispense with animosity, ill thoughts and considerations that lack Let us trudge forward into the unknown together Hands in hands and hearts to hearts into the unforeseeable future* No matter who you are or where you've been We'll all get our fair share of twenty fifteen We've all been granted if you'd only take advantage In the great book of life, on a fresh, brand new page Do note that this is just ideal advice not so much as a plea I know the journey is long, arduous and never easy I hope these words I've penned would lighten your load Little bites of wisdom (I hope) for the long meandering road I can't promise the rise of the nightly moon But the sun will rise where you are; and it will arrive very soon
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 6:59 PM UTC
Twenty Fifteen
Rivalries are an excuse for animosity to be abused. A tradition to explain the irrational and depraved. A justification for future insubordination Of logical arguments by the sane. Beasts competed with one another through physical altercations, But we have evolved to call everyone our brother. So why is it that we must see fighting between one another? Why is it that we may not all show that we're lovers? Is there something wrong with the tolerance of each other? Whatever rationalization is created for the promotion of hatred, Should be abolished and ashamed, That it may show its head and become a vein for placing blame, Is unsettling all the same. We are all too similar, and that should not promote altercations of an individual, Rather it should be used as a connection to the familiar. It should be used in stride with the builder Of peace, and a reason for all this nonsense to cease. We have developed into adults, and it is time to show this with amiable results. By citing a rivalry as traditional is exactly the reason It is sinful. One day we may see the end of this spitefully built fence, By breaking down the wall separating far too many of us all. I hope it is my lifetime here, for failing to unite us, is my deepest of fears.
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Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 5:12 AM UTC
The Rivalry of Rivalries
may the way that gives way to this accord of may be in awe of truth and not the fruits of disarray I shall be meditating upon the roads travelled and many discoveries gather that I have unravelled I shall curl my high excitements and misguided ambitions to unfurl what the calls of the wise unfurl and admonish In the mist amidst the tricking twists of fits and false gists, may I hold up fists that will seize to desist and delete the disease of fallacy in curtailed wit In the shadows dark, some pale may I not fade into the tales of lies and manipulative games In the guise of dames so modern and fabulously inclined to fame, may I guage and carry my animosity into the mystery of my identity where only the genuine and real can relate In the encounters with material and all that deters from the mystic and ethereal, I hope to remember the real surreal to surmise the reels of fantasy thrills in graphic frills and euphonic trills However the gigantic systems of the world in money, greed, vanity or lust, may doctor sickness into the souls of the lost and weak: may my heart remain meek and my vision bright and led by the lens of the soul.... With or without I pray not as a religious pilgrim but a sage seeking neverending Light... ever the more grateful, harnessing the grapes of creation, worshiping a servant's code in humility. hustling about this rash hassle of life overshadowed by pyramids and castles remaining true to the cause even when temptation is endlessly bustling about remember remember the hustle when you were down and out without
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Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC
a hustler's prayer
may the way that gives way to this accord of may be in awe of truth and not the fruits of disarray I shall be meditating upon the roads travelled and many discoveries gather that I have unravelled I shall curl my high excitements and misguided ambitions to unfurl what the calls of the wise unfurl and admonish In the mist amidst the tricking twists of fits and false gists, may I hold up fists that will seize to desist and delete the disease of fallacy in curtailed wit In the shadows dark, some pale may I not fade into the tales of lies and manipulative games In the guise of dames so modern and fabulously inclined to fame, may I guage and carry my animosity into the mystery of my identity where only the genuine and real can relate In the encounters with material and all that deters from the mystic and ethereal, I hope to remember the real surreal to surmise the reels of fantasy thrills in graphic frills and euphonic trills However the gigantic systems of the world in money, greed, vanity or lust, may doctor sickness into the souls of the lost and weak: may my heart remain meek and my vision bright and led by the lens of the soul.... With or without I pray not as a religious pilgrim but a sage seeking neverending Light... ever the more grateful, harnessing the grapes of creation, worshiping a servant's code in humility. hustling about this rash hassle of life overshadowed by pyramids and castles remaining true to the cause even when temptation is endlessly bustling about remember remember the hustle when you were down and out without
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When in Bohemia, she screams about Her pastures green, but not too loud So never have I known, that the world listens too As a comedian, I see she belongs But never conforms, to the song of This nomad world, I'm glad she found it too So run! She wants to run again You vagabond, you're well-spent Bohemian tendencies says, “you can't stay long” “These kinds of commons, you won't ever get along” Armenian, it’s such a release Materialistic animosity The speed of life has no value, like dollar signs I loved an alien, who dabbled in art Of all visage, enema of the heart Wanderer, she's spent so much but there's that bliss in the air So smile! It's all sorts of worthwhile To see a world and not fret so much Bohemian tendencies says, “be spectacular Before the nebula men steal your fur” In the Caribbean, you dream a kite As your taxi, you can't walk all the time Travel hills of puce-mauve sands, the world in trance A true deviant, the thinking of All dreaming thoughts, and loves begot Tinkerer, what will we do when our brains run dry? Oh, no! Don't think about the end To love a life in due pretence  Bohemian tendencies says, “think fair, live now” “The world is watching with distaste of time in doubt” As a chameleon, should she go alone? The world is cold, except for times in colour Her world in dance, she'll do without me When in Bohemian, the first I've seen Of pastel stencils through her happi- Ness-tled in her loft home of the wind There she goes! Ain’t she a lovely wing? I hope she finds a world that sings Bohemian tendencies says, “to love and to hold But to let go, for treasures can mold” There she goes There she goes There she goes
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Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 3:39 PM UTC
Borne on the World's Wake
When in Bohemia, she screams about Her pastures green, but not too loud So never have I known, that the world listens too As a comedian, I see she belongs But never conforms, to the song of This nomad world, I'm glad she found it too So run! She wants to run again You vagabond, you're well-spent Bohemian tendencies says, “you can't stay long” “These kinds of commons, you won't ever get along” Armenian, it’s such a release Materialistic animosity The speed of life has no value, like dollar signs I loved an alien, who dabbled in art Of all visage, enema of the heart Wanderer, she's spent so much but there's that bliss in the air So smile! It's all sorts of worthwhile To see a world and not fret so much Bohemian tendencies says, “be spectacular Before the nebula men steal your fur” In the Caribbean, you dream a kite As your taxi, you can't walk all the time Travel hills of puce-mauve sands, the world in trance A true deviant, the thinking of All dreaming thoughts, and loves begot Tinkerer, what will we do when our brains run dry? Oh, no! Don't think about the end To love a life in due pretence  Bohemian tendencies says, “think fair, live now” “The world is watching with distaste of time in doubt” As a chameleon, should she go alone? The world is cold, except for times in colour Her world in dance, she'll do without me When in Bohemian, the first I've seen Of pastel stencils through her happi- Ness-tled in her loft home of the wind There she goes! Ain’t she a lovely wing? I hope she finds a world that sings Bohemian tendencies says, “to love and to hold But to let go, for treasures can mold” There she goes There she goes There she goes
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I try to sing this melody Of my own fidelity But I lack this morality That tells me the reality Of a life in harmony With spirits heavenly I am my own entity And when I show this identity It has no truth to humanity So I speak in brevity To hide the perplexity That only few conceptually Embrace with full integrity To soar in the clouds joyfully Like the eagles in serenity And the gods of heredity We are the truthful society Yet know one knows it verily I will continue transcendently Like the lotus in her artistry I will paint mindfully The visage of prosperity In all its beauty So vividly Until I rest solemnly In my garden above the galaxy Where all who truthfully Flew with divinity In utter tranquility While this world unfaithfully Decayed presently In the lies of commonality In this globe of duality Don’t sing this parody Avoid the practicality Your song is skillfully Hiding from the animosity You will have your symphony In a sky of pure unity
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Aug 23, 2012
Aug 23, 2012 at 2:24 PM UTC
A Song Skillfully Hiding
you said you don't want to hurt me yet words lash like a whip rending flesh from the heart what is done, cannot be undone words cannot be unspoken or unheard unapologetic and cold there is no bandage for the wounds as the blood falls from my eyes in sulfur and ash
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Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 6:02 AM UTC
Animosity
the word came out of your mouth as sharp as a blade and easy for you to say but hard for me to swallow as easy for you to say as it was for the three letters to   gut me from the inside out yes i have come to hold animosity toward the one syllable word. my chest bursts open like a black hole ******* every last bit of my happiness away gone into the never ending vastness of darkness i felt my lungs collapse but almost as if the word itself had frozen my breath as it left your lips and with it went my windpipe and lungs you looked at me with those crystal blue eyes and my insides imploded, sending each shard of ice to poke and **** at my heart just like you. W
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Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
empty space
A hail storm of tears roll down your chest I feel you are near Your warmness wasn't sincere Harness your empathy and color clear Pierce the molded statue held together by strong glue and fear You seem to be ignoring the address Instead you only here muddled up curses of vulnerability Hurt feelings you developed as a system to keep you safe Creating a type of gunk around your face It's thick film is nothing but a temper angry I am sorry no one assisted you in modifing your animosity You will forever be stuck immature and hating You could always let go of resentment and regret but then You would have to forgive
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Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 7:16 PM UTC
Forgiveness
On forgiving former loves- I understand your worry for uncertainty It consumed you Emerged as an ideal that you could not abandon So you abandoned me instead And maybe abandonment is a strong word But I'm a strong man and I finally have a grasp on this A clenched fist gripping empathy, not animosity I understand your intentions weren't reckless But a blinded truck driver can't avoid oncoming traffic too long And accidents still design destruction No matter how sorry the driver is after the fact And sorry is much appreciated but still neglects the fact that Heart brakes don't stop collisions, they construct them I understand your past problems peaked into the present And interrupted our intimate conversations I had no problem erasing the demons you carried To carry your baggage to the nearest trash can To make room for our own difficulties But I know attacking these issues alone was your preference And I admire an inspired inspector of treacherous ground I understand your passion wasn't illuminating Our relationship's mansion anymore Your embers resembled smothered ashes on love's battlefield Your heart- a committed commander to Independence The sovereign state selected to attack happy couples But I won the battle and the war this time Because my troops are resilient for commitment I understand your calendar didn't coexist with mine Still I appreciate your treated tenderness Your existence improved my experience Your love surrendered waving white flags Which I greeted at first reluctantly But over time I've come to recognize The importance of self-harmony
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Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 7:38 AM UTC
Harmony
On forgiving former loves- I understand your worry for uncertainty It consumed you Emerged as an ideal that you could not abandon So you abandoned me instead And maybe abandonment is a strong word But I'm a strong man and I finally have a grasp on this A clenched fist gripping empathy, not animosity I understand your intentions weren't reckless But a blinded truck driver can't avoid oncoming traffic too long And accidents still design destruction No matter how sorry the driver is after the fact And sorry is much appreciated but still neglects the fact that Heart brakes don't stop collisions, they construct them I understand your past problems peaked into the present And interrupted our intimate conversations I had no problem erasing the demons you carried To carry your baggage to the nearest trash can To make room for our own difficulties But I know attacking these issues alone was your preference And I admire an inspired inspector of treacherous ground I understand your passion wasn't illuminating Our relationship's mansion anymore Your embers resembled smothered ashes on love's battlefield Your heart- a committed commander to Independence The sovereign state selected to attack happy couples But I won the battle and the war this time Because my troops are resilient for commitment I understand your calendar didn't coexist with mine Still I appreciate your treated tenderness Your existence improved my experience Your love surrendered waving white flags Which I greeted at first reluctantly But over time I've come to recognize The importance of self-harmony
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Teasing the beast Looking for a feast Hounds barking at our ears Vultures flying up ahead Circling a bald eagle's fresh corpse Compartmentalizing symptom after symptom To hide the great systematic sickness Labeling the suffering, outcome from desire We, wholeheartedly accepting being Appropriated, labeled, discarded As construing our own oppression and sadness Enduring the **** of our minds Being castrated of our consciousness Before we reap the products Of its bold liberation and grandness Its the belly of the beast And its hungry Insatiable, amoral entrails Hoping to salvage a feast From the casualties of d(e)moc(ratic) wars Hoping we feed our monstrous fear Thirsting for the greed Dripping off of accumulating wealths Impatiently waiting, we keep parceling out grudges Disfiguring our minds, our souls, and our bodies Its misanthropic nature lashes out without conscience Knowing we'll never realize we are masses Disappearing the individuals who realize their suffering Ensuring there's no collective opposition or action Trying to reassure we are weak Knowing at some point or another We all act mute, deaf, and blind when anyone experiences: Oppression Pain Silencing **** Hunger Fear Violence Repression Retaliation Discrimination Torture Negation Alienation All forms of mental, psychological, physical, and spiritual mutilation Fearing death more than fighting for necessary abolishment Preferring to live out our veiled miseries Endorsing their continuance Instead of risking our lives for everyone's liberation Always ensuring the feast of the beast By its very efforts trying to decree our very human nature Ingraining greed, fear, animosity, and weakness as if inherent of us All parts of its most damaging weapon: the seed of discord Its implantation, a socialized deep desire for self-preservation Sheep bleating painfully toward our ears Vultures flying up ahead Circling a bald eagle's fresh corpse Signifying the impending recapturing Of our true transformative desires
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May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC
Rescuing Our True Transformative Desires
Teasing the beast Looking for a feast Hounds barking at our ears Vultures flying up ahead Circling a bald eagle's fresh corpse Compartmentalizing symptom after symptom To hide the great systematic sickness Labeling the suffering, outcome from desire We, wholeheartedly accepting being Appropriated, labeled, discarded As construing our own oppression and sadness Enduring the **** of our minds Being castrated of our consciousness Before we reap the products Of its bold liberation and grandness Its the belly of the beast And its hungry Insatiable, amoral entrails Hoping to salvage a feast From the casualties of d(e)moc(ratic) wars Hoping we feed our monstrous fear Thirsting for the greed Dripping off of accumulating wealths Impatiently waiting, we keep parceling out grudges Disfiguring our minds, our souls, and our bodies Its misanthropic nature lashes out without conscience Knowing we'll never realize we are masses Disappearing the individuals who realize their suffering Ensuring there's no collective opposition or action Trying to reassure we are weak Knowing at some point or another We all act mute, deaf, and blind when anyone experiences: Oppression Pain Silencing **** Hunger Fear Violence Repression Retaliation Discrimination Torture Negation Alienation All forms of mental, psychological, physical, and spiritual mutilation Fearing death more than fighting for necessary abolishment Preferring to live out our veiled miseries Endorsing their continuance Instead of risking our lives for everyone's liberation Always ensuring the feast of the beast By its very efforts trying to decree our very human nature Ingraining greed, fear, animosity, and weakness as if inherent of us All parts of its most damaging weapon: the seed of discord Its implantation, a socialized deep desire for self-preservation Sheep bleating painfully toward our ears Vultures flying up ahead Circling a bald eagle's fresh corpse Signifying the impending recapturing Of our true transformative desires
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Fallen from grace, No longer do I sit high upon the pedestal That you had once put me No longer am I seen as idol or mentor Nor wanted as provider or protector But now looked upon as an outcast And banished from your heart Betrayed by the one who now blinds you With a veil of lies and deceit That weighs on your young fragile heart With heavy words of animosity and abhorrence You have been trapped in a malevolent web Of hatred and retribution Used as an unwitting pawn In a game of emotional chess Your words of respect and adoration Have been replaced by venomous accusations Of brutality and oppression Taught to you by the one Who now holds the chains that bind your heart But I will not be vanquished or deterred By these attempts to falsify or dilute my love for you I will be strong in my resolve and true to myself I will not let these misguided asseverations Destroy my confidence in knowing That my spirit is pure and that one day You will be able to break free from your restraints And uncover your eyes So you can distinguish the truth from the lies Until that day comes I shall be waiting Ready to stand next to you As opposed to being on that pedestal And walk down a new road with you As your friend and equal
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Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 9:52 AM UTC
Fallen from Grace
Gaze upon your sleeping figure Wonder where I went wrong How can I love you so deeply If in your arms I don't belong? How come goosebumps rise When I hear or think of your name Yet with your face inches away from mine Our love just doesn't feel the same? How can my eyes look and see Perfection from bottom to top But feel magnetic attraction fading Powerless to make it stop? How can I rely on you for such An enormous portion of my happiness If every token of generosity Makes me worth less and less? How is every sincere compliment able To spill from your mouth true and clear When we are both aware you deserve better? I don't match the adjectives poured in my ear. How did our easy conversation Turn to spontaneous spiteful fight? Understanding somehow replaced with animosity At least we still share words late into the night. How can I be chilled by a trace of fear Tagging along with excitement up my spine? How is darkness tainting all we know Yet one touch from you and I'm fine? How am I able to hate part of you While loving the rest with all my heart? How am I distant when you are around Then miss you very much when we're apart? How can my brain worship your image After the extensive damage you've done? If you cause me to to feel my absolute lowest How could I still believe you are the one? Lay beside your body wishing To be close like we were before How can I yearn so strongly for your embrace If we don't feel right anymore?
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Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC
If It Doesn't Feel Right
He declared himself a refugee, and ran away from his country Running away from hunger and poverty, to the overseas, He roams foreign countries from one place to another, Chewing foreign fortunes of historical efforts, Of blood and sweat shed by the fore(wo)men of those countries, He is prostrate and defenseless to foreign languages, Begging for sympathy to be made a citizen in Europe, His rapacious appetite wedding his tongue, Swallowing saliva on sight of European fortune, Feating into mad appetite for sweat of others proceeds. He burned the bridges on the way back to his home Lest he be told the piffling of going back to his emaciated mother, He changed his names to become a foreign native Out of laziness not to fight for political and social change, An imperative need of his motherland and fatherland, Blind cowardice made him to over measure homespun folly In the patriotic spirit of verve-less readiness To die for political goodness of his motherland, A (de)patriotic syndrome to only which Hugo Garcia Manriquez sang a limerick The best of all poems in his time of solitude; (The fear of representation, of going back to representation, that is, to animosity)
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May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 10:27 AM UTC
AWAY FROM HOME
felt like spring time, when I didn't know you were like winter bitter and cold animosity is passion, life ambition set free. mercy me, why have mercy on you. hypocritical fields covered in the idea of your scattered remains. yet there is still hope for some form of humanity in my brain
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 2:54 PM UTC
Hypocritical Mercy
A microcosm of the world was what I would say and the hurt kept coming in every way Money religion and all that can divide it was all used to hurt my pride Friends, parents, and heritage were to blame When love is not love its all the same Where is the "for better" where is there "for worse" believing more of what's out there, that's the curse Lied about, framed, and hurt deeply with neurological drugs aligning herself with common thugs Thousands of magical moments they really did bring joys even though they are now used for other people's toys Deep in our hearts they'll never go away How I love you in every way I don't care what anybody will say More Roses from me to you on more of your special days your are of my greatest gift s in my life and our moments I will always cherish there are no words, no actions, no charades that can blemish our bread is buttered today that's what we say some creativity will find another way so many things remind me of you not the worst human being alive deserves what happened in lieu In my mind I gave more than I ever I could The drugs made hardened feelings do what they would stock market losses another reason to blame moving and changing lost much more just the same but all the justifiers come out to make sure she disapproved when all our lives were changed with her horrible moves when all chances taken were for love and generosity and all she could see to make her right was animosity No human being could ever bare to hear the pains I suffered and to even reveal the truth takes all I have to muster but the truth is that I would do it all again if that was the price for you to see the beauty beyond all attachments and the splendor in thee Nelson Mandela, Martin Luther King, Socrates, Galileo and more have been jailed and what were the greatest truths ever and how they later sailed Unconditionally loving you and that is what will always be in me and for that I am the luckiest person I can be
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Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 8:53 PM UTC
The Luckiest Person I could be
A microcosm of the world was what I would say and the hurt kept coming in every way Money religion and all that can divide it was all used to hurt my pride Friends, parents, and heritage were to blame When love is not love its all the same Where is the "for better" where is there "for worse" believing more of what's out there, that's the curse Lied about, framed, and hurt deeply with neurological drugs aligning herself with common thugs Thousands of magical moments they really did bring joys even though they are now used for other people's toys Deep in our hearts they'll never go away How I love you in every way I don't care what anybody will say More Roses from me to you on more of your special days your are of my greatest gift s in my life and our moments I will always cherish there are no words, no actions, no charades that can blemish our bread is buttered today that's what we say some creativity will find another way so many things remind me of you not the worst human being alive deserves what happened in lieu In my mind I gave more than I ever I could The drugs made hardened feelings do what they would stock market losses another reason to blame moving and changing lost much more just the same but all the justifiers come out to make sure she disapproved when all our lives were changed with her horrible moves when all chances taken were for love and generosity and all she could see to make her right was animosity No human being could ever bare to hear the pains I suffered and to even reveal the truth takes all I have to muster but the truth is that I would do it all again if that was the price for you to see the beauty beyond all attachments and the splendor in thee Nelson Mandela, Martin Luther King, Socrates, Galileo and more have been jailed and what were the greatest truths ever and how they later sailed Unconditionally loving you and that is what will always be in me and for that I am the luckiest person I can be
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Lost all that there was, No courage to build new. Sweet Remorse! Shadows cast do follow, Guided by a source. Fades away! Being insane a cancer, Sorrows feed on blissful memories, Chokes the respect for life, Death deceives laughter, I am a doomed ****** Sorrows imperishable bind the soul, Graveness Despair rules my world, Tearing Blades of animosity, bleeds me to death, I am a doomed ****** Scary unholiness destructs all wisdom, Melancholy songs strangle all smiles, A streak of lightening burns the mast, A single thought unsettles the mind, I am a doomed ******
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Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 12:50 PM UTC
Doomed ****** !
Happy Birthday Dear Friend, What a year it truely has been, Time moves differently when you are no where to be seen. Things no longer feel the way it used to feel, I guess the 365 days have allowed me to heal. I see your movements, your growth, your persistance, Just know that I am proud of you, and because of that there must be some distance. I feel no animosity, no anger, no pain, As you enter into another year, I hope for many more gains. It feels like you have gone, It feels like you have withdrawn. It feels like you have healed, It feels like I have healed, I pray for long life and prosperity, I pray for peace, joy and love, I pray for growth and happiness. I pray for you at the dusk of dawn, Always and Forever Dear Friend
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May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 12:59 PM UTC
Happy Birthday Dear Friend,
A calamity of views abused When the alcohol is strong The choices go wrong Everyones offend through Misinterpreted temptation Using my over analyzing brain to calm the degraded Crying over a mundane sane Looking for persuasion Through persecution Picking out your weaknesses Bleakness, is a majestic trait Not intentionally Burdening their agony My name is animosity I depict a character that sympathizes Your alibies Using my vulnerability Contaminated humility Finding The hiding No problem suggesting My dark secrets of the night Applying my skits that fit right Paranoid to be viewed in a mortifying light I would be lying denying my animalistic ride I have scrutinized Remorsing I see earth born Godly you stand In the morning Behold deformities You fit the norm I bow to your Godly proportion In vein this I pray Amen
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May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 8:41 PM UTC
I pray to you
The world is not complex People just say it is to hide their bull **** excuses for self justification Let us give them our admiration for their condescending inspiration Lonely is fun when your enticingly crazy Never entirely board when your consumed in self argumentative rambling A gesture I call exciting I don't deny the chaos erupting from my skulls siding Nor should anybody I have a tendency of getting delighted the moment I put my animosity on display It's kind of like my you have a "blessed day" Yes I'm ok I have daily meetings with the counselor in my head and he said this is progress
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May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 1:48 PM UTC
Confused good