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"baseless" poems
Your heart is like weak coffee-- Baseless and unsatisfying. Goodbye and  Back     to      the        grind.
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Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC
Morning coffee.
We'll make this country great again! I'll build that wall up high. Climate change? Economy! It's great! Don't wonder why. I'll take care of all your needs and get you jobs you'll love. Raise your right hand for the pledge and pray to God above! Do your duty as a man and grab her nice and tight! It's OK if she fights back, they like it rough, alright? Civil liberties, really, who needs 'em? Burn the flag? I'll just hang you for treason! This country is first. To protect it is best! Whose up for a fun little nuclear arms test? Capitalism? Yeah, I'm the money master! Pipelines! Who cares about ecological disaster? Gays? Girls? Abortion? WOE! If they want that, send em' down to Mexico! I'll rule with blood and honor too! I'll tame this crazy, jobless zoo! I'll fight for you and family rights! (Mostly for rich and mostly for whites!) Minorities? No, I'm not a racist. It's an alternate fact: Totally baseless! America the great. America the free! Put a bigger pair of **** on old Lady Liberty. Goodbye all you immigrants! All you do is steal and loot. Leave a couple of 'em behind: Someone's gotta pick our fruit! Thank you all for choosing me! This is very great and swell. Prove that you will follow now: Let's all go straight to- Heil!
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Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 10:04 PM UTC
Devil at the Pulpit
She chases homeostasis,    with assorted frantic faces. She is home when her heart races    as she desperate fills the spaces. Replaces missing graces with far places dreamed in cases; displaces taken paces, just retraces lost embraces. Baseless
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Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
HOMEOSTASIS
We climbed from bedrock to Idyllwild the home of Pines to Palms and Suicide Rocks but not for us only for those poor tired souls for whom the world's gone flat refusing the night threw itself boldly into the fray of winds which blew from storm to calm so this morning we awoke to a placid knap slipping on snowy piste to turn cold snaps hot spiced Nepali tea sipped from ice nipped cups I see promise picks up from backward leaps time forward flips breaking free range igneous into pan piped sizzling congenial song that carries on the tree line like spring water sprung from creeks to go scurrying off with wet socks until pulled up by old school granite skies hanging pools out to dry in sopping blue rinsed sun ahead any bald rocks or hairline fractures are long since dialled in as baseless fears knowing this mobile age can merrily slip like air through numb fingers while baseline hands declare “hold me close to gather” edelweiss echoes gone rappelling through time the route we've chosen's to be tied to each other's peaks in the way of sun and moon come what may be it creases in our skin or crevasses we'll win the battle to slim line any overhanging ridges so I take care to tighten my girth hitch to top notch and hold firmly to both your conviction and reach that setting out to move mountains we call home achieves more than staying home and calling mountains so bright you have me forget all things too trite banal office hype shopworn old hat mowing lawn weekends too dishy to be clichéd you polish off the stereotype slam the Dior on out of shape and dull as ditchwater tripe keeping a victorious secret or two in the slip knot too tranquil shade taking allure to new heights we'll never drop down from tonight
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Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 11:03 AM UTC
The Climbing Edelweiss of Idyllwild
We climbed from bedrock to Idyllwild the home of Pines to Palms and Suicide Rocks but not for us only for those poor tired souls for whom the world's gone flat refusing the night threw itself boldly into the fray of winds which blew from storm to calm so this morning we awoke to a placid knap slipping on snowy piste to turn cold snaps hot spiced Nepali tea sipped from ice nipped cups I see promise picks up from backward leaps time forward flips breaking free range igneous into pan piped sizzling congenial song that carries on the tree line like spring water sprung from creeks to go scurrying off with wet socks until pulled up by old school granite skies hanging pools out to dry in sopping blue rinsed sun ahead any bald rocks or hairline fractures are long since dialled in as baseless fears knowing this mobile age can merrily slip like air through numb fingers while baseline hands declare “hold me close to gather” edelweiss echoes gone rappelling through time the route we've chosen's to be tied to each other's peaks in the way of sun and moon come what may be it creases in our skin or crevasses we'll win the battle to slim line any overhanging ridges so I take care to tighten my girth hitch to top notch and hold firmly to both your conviction and reach that setting out to move mountains we call home achieves more than staying home and calling mountains so bright you have me forget all things too trite banal office hype shopworn old hat mowing lawn weekends too dishy to be clichéd you polish off the stereotype slam the Dior on out of shape and dull as ditchwater tripe keeping a victorious secret or two in the slip knot too tranquil shade taking allure to new heights we'll never drop down from tonight
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. •my arms point to the sky• a gesture                            frozen in                 eter-                                  nity•un-                fazed as                                    the clouds                whisper a     lie•                 rumours of              rain that never               came quickly•           prickles protrude             menacingly            •threaten- ing all who          would stray         too close•       baseless            gossip that   masquerade     as pleasant-   ry•to deviate me from       the path i chose•still i stand             here...duelling the sun           •in a land scorched             barren•search-   ing for hope when there's  really none• here i stand... lonely and drought stricken• •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• .
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Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 10:51 AM UTC
Drought Stricken
By: Cedric McClester It’s a shame And the disgrace is A neon shirt And pink shoelaces Resulted in an act So tasteless That the victim wound up With stitches in some places A neon shirt and pink shoelaces Or acting effeminate If that’s what the case is Physically attacking him Was entirely baseless And sooner or later We all need to face this Why you ask Was he under attack Homophobia And as a matter of fact Though it’s not a case Of white or black The bottom line is It was a hateful act A neon shirt and pink shoelaces Or acting effeminate If that’s what the case is Physically attacking him Was entirely baseless And sooner or later We all need to face this What people do In my point of view Is a matter of personal choice Not up for review Unless it’s hurting others Or causes their rights to Be infringed upon Then ya might wanna sue A neon shirt and pink shoelaces Or acting effeminate If that’s what the case is Physically attacking him Was entirely baseless And sooner or later We all need to face this And here’s the thing That I don’t get How is what he does Considered a threat To anybody else Albeit Even those who object Shouldn’t become upset – cos A neon shirt and pink shoelaces Or acting effeminate If that’s what the case is Physically attacking him Was entirely baseless And sooner or later We all need to face this (c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 4:30 PM UTC
A NEON SHIRT AND PINK SHOELACES
Trump STILL can't stand the thought That Clinton won the popular vote. In efforts to cause a major distraction, He's keeping the voting fraud rumor afloat. Clinton received two point eight Million more votes than he-- Votes from voters physically present Or votes from those voting absentee. He says that he has evidence Of widespread fraud. We can surmise That he has his "alternative facts"-- A handy euphemism for lies. It's a preposterous, baseless claim, A mere BELIEF that he maintains, Another false conspiracy theory, An insult to people who use their brains. Voting fraud is an issue That Trump loves to keep in his sights. For him it's a very useful excuse To go after voting rights. If there was so much voting fraud, The chances of which are very slim, Does Trump ever wonder how many Fraudulent votes went to him? The more he whines, the more he harps-- He's even driving Republicans mad!-- The more he loses the smattering Of credibility that he once had. - by Bob B (1-24-17)
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Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 8:48 AM UTC
It Continues
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Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 9:01 AM UTC
White Demon
Watch out, or you will find that you're On President Trump's Enemies List, For democratic values and Donald Trump cannot coexist. Former CIA Director John Brennan, now has learned That when it comes to silencing critics, Trump will leave no stone unturned. After hearing Brennan's critical Words, the angry Trump was stewing. Bam! He revoked Brennan's security Clearance despite no wrongdoing. The crazed, vindictive leader called John Brennan's behavior "erratic." Muzzling the freedom of speech, Trump's Becoming more autocratic. The office of the presidency Has never, ever been sullied so. This vicious attack on our First Amendment Rights is a terrible blow. Trump accused Brennan of making "Baseless charges." Real translation: Brennan didn't hail Trump With sycophantic adoration. On Trump's list are others who Might lose clearances as well. Here his lack of integrity And pettiness have no parallel. Another motive for Trump's action Is more diabolical yet: He wants to strip the power away From all people who might be a threat Because of their connection to The Russia probe. That makes sense. As more dots are being connected, The situation is growing tense. While servile Republicans in Congress Defend their despotic president, Let Brennan's powerful words Resound: "I will not relent." -by Bob B (8-16-18)
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Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 10:58 AM UTC
Despotic Measures
No arguments were made or evidence exposed convincing bad assumptions turned the open sign to closed If that is all it takes baseless suspicion, fear and doubt perhaps thats the sign you're looking for the one that lets you out There's been no misinformation no vagueness and no lies but every now and then I see doubt creep in your eyes I can't help you solve this issue only you choose who to trust but there's no relationship without it you can't get by on lust. As for me well I trust everyone until they show me I should not better that than throw it all away over something soon forgot
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Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 9:39 AM UTC
Misplaced mistrust
I've been still, Caught in a sweet stasis, Buried under the same, baseless Candied gags, slippery hags, body bags ー But I can't go back. Haven't moved forward either, So I still sit silent here. Maybe I'll someday wither ー Like dandelions as they scatter in the wind, I will feel no more the weight of societal sins. Staying awake in anticipation; That feeling you get when you see a road blocked and a wrecked car hoping it was an accident Eventful; excitement to see that tar black Crimson on tarmac and those trampled, broken-pretty shells ー I want to be a doll. A pretty hollow pale porcelain you still can't hurt when I slip through your hands, Or when you let go and drop me, Or smash me into the ground ー It's all the same, isn't it? You buy, bore, break, blame, build, rebuild Rebreak, reblame, replace... I remake real-fake love into stanza-sized stories Just to rebrand them as poetry; A molded part to inspire some abstract art. They're better off that way, Locked in and stationary; Sweet standstill sanctuary. And I'll stay to watch their models fail and break, As they too, disintegrate ー fellow ******* degenerates This time I was at your disposal, But we're all just glorified disposables ー Ever-hungry, hedonistic at heart.
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Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 8:46 AM UTC
Hedonia's Heart (Explicit)
Advocate of the nonexistant You are all bends encircling Circuts of truth verses lies is removed When diagram of entrails is eviscerated Attestation that hinders, lingers beyond Concealing, subsisting, not we Nothings are baseless, breathing is useless Repudiate this knowing at once Doctrines and concepts have derrived Theories are growing while eras moved on Delusions set in when axiom gone Delusions are not when one dies Attestation that hinders, lingers afar Concealing, subsisting, not I Everything's baseless, breathing is useless Repudiate this knowing at once Prostulate the higher is there We all crave desolate space Subside from afar a seperate reaps Subside from afar there is none
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Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 12:51 PM UTC
Nihilism 2
Stars can only be seen in darkness, A wealthy foundation has nothing to do with greatness, Love is not completely selfless, The journey to heaven is not painless. Nothing is is actually valueless, the boldest isn't completely fearless, death doesn't always mean one is breathless, And Judges are often truthless. Denial might be an act of pureness, Rejection a show of kindness, Speaking up attimes can be senseless, And a hug does not always represent oneness. A soldiers retreat doesn't always mean weakness, An enemy's surrender might be smartness, A woman's smile may not be happiness, A child's determination might be born out of emptiness. Marraige vows are usually baseless, We are alive because our hearts are restless, Scientists are mostly clueless, Psycologists usually feel helpless. Caring for the poor might be termed madness, But many wealthy are now homeless, And even if we're not treated with fairness, You and i are definitely priceless.
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Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
did u know
Baseless words fueled by hate, racism, jealousy, fear. Words that the adults choose to turn a deaf ear. Pretending, if they go unacknowledged they'll just disappear. They won't.
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Apr 10, 2012
Apr 10, 2012 at 8:50 PM UTC
Rumors
637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes— Never had a Doubt— Laughs—at a Scruple— Believes all sham But Paradise— Credits the World— Deems His Dominion Broadest of Sovereignties— And Caesar—mean— In the Comparison— Baseless Emperor— Ruler of Nought— Yet swaying all— Grown bye and bye To hold mistaken His pretty estimates Of Prickly Things He gains the skill Sorrowful—as certain— Men—to anticipate Instead of Kings—
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The Child’s faith is new
Harboring heretics horizontally, hidden behind hinged windows Like a wry grin swearing a sinister scowl doesn’t wait within Lovebirds and lust bugs, twisted and mixed like distorted pixels Cruise missiles carefully catalogue the sights Before anchoring you in the port of your designated afterlife Fickle fragments of frayed remembrance Languished and lost to the ages Like pages of parchment that anoint your claims baseless Cynicism seems to have become contagious Live from the basement, Full of sunken ships and rusty cages.
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Jul 31, 2021
Jul 31, 2021 at 12:16 AM UTC
Live From The Cellar Of Heaven
Pity the wimpy Democrats They suffer in defeat. Year after year they don’t learn Like Republicans you must cheat. Stuff all the ballot boxes And monkey with the machines. You’ll never get a **** thing done If you keep the elections clean. And band together solidly With your chosen party. Lie and cheat and dissemble And act like a pompous smarty. Never worry about what is right. Just brazen it through out loud. It seems jerks do the best When catering to the crowd. Buy votes from everywhere Especially from big industry; Big Oil, Big Banks and Pharma Kiss their butts shamelessly. Make sure all the factions That are stealing the country blind Understand you have their backs And treat all of the poor unkind. Go on tour and television And make out you’re the good guy: Dare the opposition to debate Then Ignore facts and lie. Remember the public is stupid And doesn’t know what goes on. Run a crew of cheaters on the side, It’s what elections depend on. But most importantly, you must be The most obnoxious candidate. Start early and spend the bucks. It’s deadly for you to start too late. Run the most famous people: They must be Christian and straight. No matter how you cheat and lie Promise America will be Great. Cover your butts before you start. Plant a lot of baseless rumors. Make baseless stories about their past. Swear voting wrong causes tumors. Do what it takes, Democrats The GOP has no compunctions If they could just get by with it They’d beat you with truncheons.
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Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 9:02 PM UTC
PITY THE DEMOCRATS
Pity the wimpy Democrats They suffer in defeat. Year after year they don’t learn Like Republicans you must cheat. Stuff all the ballot boxes And monkey with the machines. You’ll never get a **** thing done If you keep the elections clean. And band together solidly With your chosen party. Lie and cheat and dissemble And act like a pompous smarty. Never worry about what is right. Just brazen it through out loud. It seems jerks do the best When catering to the crowd. Buy votes from everywhere Especially from big industry; Big Oil, Big Banks and Pharma Kiss their butts shamelessly. Make sure all the factions That are stealing the country blind Understand you have their backs And treat all of the poor unkind. Go on tour and television And make out you’re the good guy: Dare the opposition to debate Then Ignore facts and lie. Remember the public is stupid And doesn’t know what goes on. Run a crew of cheaters on the side, It’s what elections depend on. But most importantly, you must be The most obnoxious candidate. Start early and spend the bucks. It’s deadly for you to start too late. Run the most famous people: They must be Christian and straight. No matter how you cheat and lie Promise America will be Great. Cover your butts before you start. Plant a lot of baseless rumors. Make baseless stories about their past. Swear voting wrong causes tumors. Do what it takes, Democrats The GOP has no compunctions If they could just get by with it They’d beat you with truncheons.
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A Mass Inversion. I have lived to witness an Apple become a juggernaut see the followers nod their heads in belief, walking segregated on the streets unaware of their own worship. We have not yet realized that the largest religion in the world is no longer faith based, technophiles fill our rural and metro quintessential sprawl. Their numbers swell and burgeon with new converts that give funding rank and file, whom are taught to know indulgence in name only, mistaking desire for need. This technology based obsession is without age or gender restrictions, without race distinction, it asks not for ethics,        pride, morality, intelligence or privacy. It is all-consuming just as any ideology- as any religion, answering the same fervent questions, demanding tribute and changing the way you think. - The View Outside. Among the whole, the slow mass conversion, there is occasional dissension, some who glorify a golden era or fill with nostalgia for something they may not have even experienced, an immaterial escapism of the present furthered by a childish inability to accept ephemerality and our irregular morality. Sometimes amid this denial, this abstaining, there is a seed of anger that grows with gnarled roots that twist throughout with nary a cry or shout. It is a quiet anger, unconditional and baseless but for an intensity, a burning sense of being wronged, an infection that spreads without exception. And when your self-righteous halo eventually slips to catch in your now flapping jaw, your anger will fade as you choke on hard etched resolve.
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Dec 21, 2010
Dec 21, 2010 at 9:29 AM UTC
The Illusion of Individuality.
A Mass Inversion. I have lived to witness an Apple become a juggernaut see the followers nod their heads in belief, walking segregated on the streets unaware of their own worship. We have not yet realized that the largest religion in the world is no longer faith based, technophiles fill our rural and metro quintessential sprawl. Their numbers swell and burgeon with new converts that give funding rank and file, whom are taught to know indulgence in name only, mistaking desire for need. This technology based obsession is without age or gender restrictions, without race distinction, it asks not for ethics,        pride, morality, intelligence or privacy. It is all-consuming just as any ideology- as any religion, answering the same fervent questions, demanding tribute and changing the way you think. - The View Outside. Among the whole, the slow mass conversion, there is occasional dissension, some who glorify a golden era or fill with nostalgia for something they may not have even experienced, an immaterial escapism of the present furthered by a childish inability to accept ephemerality and our irregular morality. Sometimes amid this denial, this abstaining, there is a seed of anger that grows with gnarled roots that twist throughout with nary a cry or shout. It is a quiet anger, unconditional and baseless but for an intensity, a burning sense of being wronged, an infection that spreads without exception. And when your self-righteous halo eventually slips to catch in your now flapping jaw, your anger will fade as you choke on hard etched resolve.
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Sexually, the Scorpio man & Cancer woman makes one of the most amazing duo. The Water from both the signs mixes so well, that its serenity & soothing feel keeps nurturing their love. The Scorpio man’s love nature is more intense & yearning than that of most men & hers is more romantic & sensitive than that of most women. Both of them long for a certain degree of security in a relationship which they get from their emotional attachment & enhance with the purity of love making. Cancer female’s heart is almost always turned on by sensing peace & coziness she feels by being held in her Scorpio lover’s arms while he needs loyalty, that he can get in plenty from Cancer lady love. He enjoys it when her heart starts beating terribly fast during the act & her face getting so flush. Most times she wants so much to match his torturously delicious movements with her own, but she holds her emotions firmly. Actually she must let him know how much he drives her crazy & how much she is in love with him. As they become aware of each other’s unspoken needs, their physical mating can be a truly transcendental experience & their ****** union becomes a strange mixture of eroticism & purity. As this is always a very wonderful couple but nothing is actually perfect & to reach perfection some amount of sacrifice is always needed, they must first conquer together their most negative traits: Cancer woman’s baseless fears & possessiveness, Scorpio man’s burning jealousy & revenge compulsion & also their mutual financial caution. If these differences are passed by successfully there can be hardly any Scorpio-Cancer relationship that is ever broken. As both of them are outrageous in nature & tend to retreat into solitude when angry, to have a healthy relationship they should rather openly talk it over to find solutions. Otherwise, a very lovely relationship may end up abruptly, after which they invariably miss each other very much usually throughout their lives.
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Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC
Water Signs 3
Sexually, the Scorpio man & Cancer woman makes one of the most amazing duo. The Water from both the signs mixes so well, that its serenity & soothing feel keeps nurturing their love. The Scorpio man’s love nature is more intense & yearning than that of most men & hers is more romantic & sensitive than that of most women. Both of them long for a certain degree of security in a relationship which they get from their emotional attachment & enhance with the purity of love making. Cancer female’s heart is almost always turned on by sensing peace & coziness she feels by being held in her Scorpio lover’s arms while he needs loyalty, that he can get in plenty from Cancer lady love. He enjoys it when her heart starts beating terribly fast during the act & her face getting so flush. Most times she wants so much to match his torturously delicious movements with her own, but she holds her emotions firmly. Actually she must let him know how much he drives her crazy & how much she is in love with him. As they become aware of each other’s unspoken needs, their physical mating can be a truly transcendental experience & their ****** union becomes a strange mixture of eroticism & purity. As this is always a very wonderful couple but nothing is actually perfect & to reach perfection some amount of sacrifice is always needed, they must first conquer together their most negative traits: Cancer woman’s baseless fears & possessiveness, Scorpio man’s burning jealousy & revenge compulsion & also their mutual financial caution. If these differences are passed by successfully there can be hardly any Scorpio-Cancer relationship that is ever broken. As both of them are outrageous in nature & tend to retreat into solitude when angry, to have a healthy relationship they should rather openly talk it over to find solutions. Otherwise, a very lovely relationship may end up abruptly, after which they invariably miss each other very much usually throughout their lives.
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In some cases,we live like animals We share water sources with cows and goats Even accommodation in other instances The schools our children attend are the worst They hardly achieve any form of formal education While theirs attain world-class best We toil the hardest But still,earn the least It is said that East or West,home is best... But how can I appreciate this,yet in my home,I feel lost?! From the world,we are outcast Many refugees in our land are enjoying better conditions In a land we call home, Our own,our motherland...!!! We,the marginalized are treated like trash Old and rusty beds,and empty medicine shelves in our hospitals They only remember us in times of election,for to them,our faces look like votes What's the appearance of a vote...?!! When they see us,they see different images of votes In their favour,they see ticked ballots Shacks and scanty settlements Haunted slums and ghettos Homelessness too... This is where we thrive With our families,this is where we live The marginalized Their claims of our good welfare are baseless We the marginalized are voiceless No matter how loud,our voices are still unheard After all,our words make no sense Many a time,in our homes,we sleep on empty stomachs But because of constant and steady good feeding,their exotic dogs are bulging Many of us think they are cursed We live to die Alcohol and drugs are our source of assured liberty With these,we gain our momentary empowerment Yes,in life,only death is certain but in our lives,going through the day alive is a big achievement We live in abandonment Child-headed homes and families Single-mothers that are unemployed And single fathers that are disconnected And this is who we are...The Marginalized.
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Jan 22, 2022
Jan 22, 2022 at 1:50 PM UTC
The Marginalized
In some cases,we live like animals We share water sources with cows and goats Even accommodation in other instances The schools our children attend are the worst They hardly achieve any form of formal education While theirs attain world-class best We toil the hardest But still,earn the least It is said that East or West,home is best... But how can I appreciate this,yet in my home,I feel lost?! From the world,we are outcast Many refugees in our land are enjoying better conditions In a land we call home, Our own,our motherland...!!! We,the marginalized are treated like trash Old and rusty beds,and empty medicine shelves in our hospitals They only remember us in times of election,for to them,our faces look like votes What's the appearance of a vote...?!! When they see us,they see different images of votes In their favour,they see ticked ballots Shacks and scanty settlements Haunted slums and ghettos Homelessness too... This is where we thrive With our families,this is where we live The marginalized Their claims of our good welfare are baseless We the marginalized are voiceless No matter how loud,our voices are still unheard After all,our words make no sense Many a time,in our homes,we sleep on empty stomachs But because of constant and steady good feeding,their exotic dogs are bulging Many of us think they are cursed We live to die Alcohol and drugs are our source of assured liberty With these,we gain our momentary empowerment Yes,in life,only death is certain but in our lives,going through the day alive is a big achievement We live in abandonment Child-headed homes and families Single-mothers that are unemployed And single fathers that are disconnected And this is who we are...The Marginalized.
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Percussion of thoughts… Foundations ruined! Foundations formed! Demise of values… Morals found! Morals lost! Array of rights… What’s sought? What’s got? Accusations flaunted - Baseless, thoughtless. Emotions displayed - Fake, forged, fictitious. A world, Where ambiguity reigns Like Kings in a dream. Where love comes to those Who yearn for debris. Where lust becomes Dharma And destruction becomes Karma. Where do I stand? If I **** I may succeed. And return to being a baby Smiling and sleeping to lullabies.
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Nov 18, 2011
Nov 18, 2011 at 6:20 AM UTC
Percussion of thoughts...
I had the sunshine The calm, the serenity Of loose waves caressing the ocean shore Of sweet sunshine bathing the world in golden joy Of perfect winds, keeping the temperatures just right I had it all But now i find myself morphing back into what I used to be The sunshine gives way to dark starry nights The stars shine and glisten, always just out of reach The waves are turbulent on the shore, crashing, thrashing, threatening those that come near The winds are both silent and deadly in their hostile unpredictability Oh sweet serenity, where have you gone? I was glad when I found you Now I’m all alone The turbulence is back, it creeps in at the dead of night When darkness takes more than just the morning light Dear calm collected control I’m holding onto you with the tips of my fingernails Holding onto you with careful lies I tell myself, to keep going I tell myself you’ll come back soon That its just the effects of the day or the moon But I feel it stirring now The baseless anxiety The unquestionable sadness that lingers in the back of my mind, at no thoughts in particular The lack of thoughts and the sheer volume of them stuns me into paralysis I am motionless as I attempt to move I am confused As I think ten steps ahead, while moving 3 steps back, I wonder, what have I done wrong? I wonder, why has the sunshine gone
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Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 6:04 AM UTC
Moods