"blacklist" poems
Okay I'm a guy
and thinking something positively about
my body is something I've never even tried!
Deep breath... Deep breath....
alright, maybe This'll be for the best
ahem
Okay now to think about my body in a positive manner
I'm not the best looking guy but I can clean up and look dapper
I have curly hair and some ******* up teeth
but embracing my flaws is the only way to get over my raging insecurity
I may get inked up soon
ideally on my birthday at high noon
yes I'm a guy and I'm not Charles atlas
but I'm taking my body off of my mental blacklist
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 3:21 AM UTC
So much for superheroes saving the day;
Every good guy's epilogue is a cliche.
Tedious compulsory celebrations
For all their mundane actions.
A villain's portrayal is what excites me.
Ever since a kid I could already see;
Creativity in all those gimmicks,
Geniuses of ***** tactics.
It is never easy to become the antagonist.
The object of all hate and blacklist;
The one that is destined to fail,
To fulfill a comic's holy grail.
Yet the bad guys do most of the heavy work,
Perfecting their schemes with an evil smirk;
But every time they're about to win,
The plot will smash their plan to ruins.
They say some people are destined to be heroes;
It's a fate preordained a long time ago.
But the truth is that everyone needs a villain,
To finally uncover their life's meaning.
What the world generally calls as criminals,
In reality are just misunderstood equals.
They taught me more about the cruel life,
Better than any superhero's strife.
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 7:54 PM UTC
Go ahead and paint a picture of perfect
time slips between our fingers
like my tongue slipped between my lips
to say something stupid
politicians are sleeping soundly atop the knife
metal to the floor
pick up speed
pick up bad habits
linoleum is easy enough to clean
but khakis stain like a *****
but if you want to sell me your deepest darkest dream
I’ll haggle with you all night long
we give birth to Cobras and give them to the hungry mongoose
put me on the blacklist
my white flag is stained with blood and grey matter
but everybody in their right mind wants to get a chance
to walk through wrong altered perceptions
I stole your dream catcher
and I’m writing novels about your hopes
and faults and I track your arteries
along the fault lines of imaginary continents
is this insanity?
it’s easier said than done
play chicken with my train of thought
spine is steel is cowardice is machismo
put me under your microscope
tell me what’s wrong
I’ll give you a doodle on the back of a napkin
and a shoddily put together love poem
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC
*A mother whose mothers' been denounced
blacklist foreseen upon kismet and luck
how the nag strikes bards' such as self
Slosh, quaff, toss off this elapsed bête noire
Repair, reconstruct it wanes with healing
No more sip from the ***
Resort to daft calls toward the sky
Resort to daft kneeling
I am this staunch daughter, a passerby*
Jun 15, 2011
Jun 15, 2011 at 3:12 AM UTC
he did so like
the ****** poems
that I had
written for him
after the third and fourth
ones were written
he disappeared
into thin air
after thirteen days
had elapsed
he put in
an appearance
not one word
did he offer
as to why he'd vanished
his kind
are the pits
but the experience
with this fellow
has been illuminating
and now he's firmly
placed
on a blacklist
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 6:26 AM UTC
The late hours fluorescent light flicker
From the moon to the neon red lights
The scars of our fathers written on our thighs
Scared to be seen in the imminent daylight
Freelance extortionists and racketeering blacklist
Black market, black cats, capitalizing on rats
The rat race is being run by yuppies in ties
With lies and cries of spies in in the skies
Confusing their faces with ones that I like
Indecisive for lack of a vice at the peak
I scrape together letters from the people I fight
Where notes are written about the upcoming week
The world's on fire and I hold it trembling
My fingers are burning and my shoulders broken
I buckle but seconds before I go down
The world breaks open upon the cold ground
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
"Egypt will blow up
The Grand Ethiopian
Renaissance Dam!
Ethiopia ,a symbol
of Pan Africanism,
Could forget
Its development map,
For Egypt will help
Carry on colonial legacy
In to the future,"
So did
A verbal dosido
The ill-famed abuser.
"We dote on Egypt,
Terror sowing
In Ethiopia.
Ironically a terrorist
My self
I will strike out
Sudan from terrorist
Blacklist
If it sides Egypt
This is my edict!"
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 6:41 PM UTC
I told you I care about you
I meant it
but you don't need another fee
tacked on as tax
It's all tactic gymnastics
attraction and accents
fantastic for habits
hazardous for fact checks
I'm just an actress in all honesty
fond of the backless
blacklist autonomy
as ****** unhappiness
You didn't care that I cared
I'm prepared to rescind it
Since erring on caution
options have flared
out
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 6:06 PM UTC
Check the twenty-twenty fission
Adam splittin' Eden vision
Bustin' caps in gas emissions
Spittin' written ammunition
For the first-world problem chillen'
Droppin' free speech bomb sedition
On the third-world problem villain
Grand old wizards' ku klux gizzards
All white **** meat chicken dinners
Suckin' Christian dictions'
Hissin' contests over spoils
House of Slyth'rins witherin'
The shale-shock sowing soil
With Satan seeds of ignorance
Still thirsting for indifference
From money hungry London royal
Global warming blizzards
As they're bleeding dry the rivers
Into liquidating oil
Treasure buried with a shovel
In oases brought to boil
Nine eleven popped the bubble
But with Jesus in the building
Turning metal into rubble
Smelting graces into gilding
From the melting *** he's spilling
Into off-shore power drilling
Making killings on the rigging
As Mohammed was displayed
As a scary, bearded, brown-skin man
Through tricks of terrorism's trade
And God's right sleights of winning hand
Pulled rabbits from Fatah's grenade
And cooked 'em in Afghanistan
For PTSD noise parades
And hot dog chugs for Uncle Sam
To waste the land, supply demand
For ol' Osama's unmarked grave
Obama hosted-masquerade
White-washing New World fear campaign
Them masks of patriotic acts
In place as they removed Hussein
Disguised the ethnic cleanse crusade
With bush league mass destruction claims
When the caliphate they made
Went Khomeini on Iran
A stand against the David camp
Shelling bibles to qurans
So the shah's Allah mirage
Put the profits in the pockets
Of the prophet's arbitrage
Camouflage the Green Zone spans
With pyramids of Reaganomics
Tricklin' into sovereign sands
Long before heathen jihadists
Flew their kamikaze plans
Into Trump towers' blacklist fists
Of modern warfare contra bans
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 12:25 PM UTC
Add another desire to a blacklist marking the names
of each of your failed ventures, as if being broke at a 5-star
restaurant were the worst thing that could possibly happen in
life.
The soft intimation of a legless dove, way above
the solar system and about to exit the gravity well to
enter warp-speed, presages itself with an advertising campaign
claiming there are never any slaves in the making of a planetary
settlement; but is it really because there was nothing there?
Is it really because there was no one to force into *******
Or is there more to a story that can't be told?
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 5:00 AM UTC
I woke up in the morning, My cat was reading Twain,
I tugged his tail so hard, It yanked his little brain.
My Father walks down the stairs yelling "revolution on the rise."
And I know he really meant it, I could see it in his eyes.
I said: "whoa whoa pops what's up with you? You're actin' slightly mad,"
He said: "well son, here we go I'll tell whats got me sad.
Yesterday the mail came and I saw a ***** word,
It said, taxes are coming soon, You'd better hire a new nerd.
So I walked down to the town hall with this witchcraft in my fist,
they said well sir you gotta wait in line, and then marked me on a blacklist.
So I got on a bus back home, for to find a new kazoo,
and then an animal walked on and said 'son wanna hold my shoe?'
I said no way man you got a filthy disease,
You look like a racoon and you smell like rotten cheese.
Then It said hold me to sooth me ease the pain of life
And I guess I did, next thing I knew it was the end of Saturday night.
I said oh no my taxes are due I gotta find a nerd,
I saw one eating spaghetti with the cat and a purple bird.
I walked over stylishly and then in one swoop I stole the nerd,
then I kissed the cat, broke my back and ate that little bird.
Yes I loaded up my harpoon, with a fistful of grapes,
And I got ready to fire for to make my great escape.
I shoot them at my enemies, and let them pop in their face,
Then mama came, took my 'poon and put me in my place.
Yelling: 'Oh Joy, Oh Joy I found my car, now lets go take the bus',
I said Lets go my dear, Its time for us to float like living dust.
Then the Medicine man Comes in with a skull on his cane.
Then he Hits mama so hard she began to go insane.
It was just then we got home so I left her on the bus,
Next time I'll just take the train, at least its color ain't like pus."
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 10:05 PM UTC
Bury me,
Strike my name from the records,
Pretend this never happened
We never ****** or kissed,
Held hands or met
In this new world,
You are untouched, unharmed,
I was never there to hurt you,
I was never there to love you
Blacklist me from this life,
And cast me into oblivion,
Where I was never even born
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC
Your brother came onto me
I'm sorry I hurt his feelings
But not really
He took me to the party
But he didn't want to dance
I tried to talk
He didn't respond
I think that he deserved anything he got
Especially after he called my friend
*****
I'm not sorry
It hurt him but it hurt me too
From this I know I'm on yours
Your Blacklist
You care about him
Then let him fight his own battles
You're the younger sibling
You aren't supposed to fight his for him
So now I'll deal with you both
You can send the hounds after me
I don't care
But once you attack my friends
That's another story
I will fight
Tooth and Nail
Blacklisted
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 1:38 PM UTC
Old Communist Movie Director
From the Criterion Collection
The object now of film-school interviews
His gravelling, decades-gone voice echoing
Into a recorder his decades-gone news
How wonderful he was, and all-knowing
About Thuh Fascists, Thuh Workers, and Thuh Jews
Hugging his resentments, and loudly crowing
About the Blacklist through his smokes and *****
How bravely he defied the Rightists, going
In exile to England on a luxury cruise.
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 10:57 PM UTC
My head full of new chapter stories
Trying to delete old memories
She calls for the first time
i find an excuse to start anew poem
My phone lights for the second time
It is her again ,Trying to hook me back
I have no love for her
So her calls carry no weight
My phone lights for the third time
For sure , She is trying to **** my time
Can I change my number ?
Or she has to be my blacklist member ?
At the middle of searching answers
She calls for the fourth time
I click a green button with anger
ready to spit harsh words On her
She catches a mouth piece first
With sorrowful tone “Help ! Help ! Am dying”
And then, she stops
I Try to call her name again and again
I only gets total silence in return
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
Do you as I do believe in a global conspiracy?,
(they've already tried to delete this)
Facebook's probably in on it!
the international alliance against anything
that does not comply with their vision will
'off' us,
send in the hit men followed by the clean up crew
do you believe in a global conspiracy?
the Queen meets the chimp
( they deleted and replaced the word Trump)
do you believe now?
she's a part of it
all royalty is and it's easy to
see why,
diamond tiaras
golden orbs,
the best at each meal
anyone else feel like
a bystander?
well
we're not
we're just the dots on their card
work hard for what?
the global **** ***
we got *** all
do you believe now?
you better not like this one
or Facebook will put you on
the blacklist.
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 7:16 AM UTC
I lost in a most tragic post
I can't recall the body when need to give it all
who said freedom is fiery
where all I had is misery
They called it a maze
where I exist with the blacklist
I am in a haze
The time will never end as I did in pace
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC
The thought hurts so bad
That the game has turned sad
To take away a voice
And replace it with silence
Who let that go
Who let me know
When freedoms are allowed
Only conditional
The insane overseer controls his puppets
And to know that I use to have strings
Tossed twisted pulled and pushed
My career was a slave dream
Filled with a combine built like a auction
A contract like the slaves just with more change involved
Whips are the fines, jails, and blacklist
That you eagerly get assigned
Dare you speak without a sheet
Or with your mind
I kneel for injustice
I kneeled to be free
I kneeled to show my struggle
But to you a unthankful **** is all you see
I raise my hand for help but you rather me melt then disturb your selfish wealth
You must see the whole frame I love starry night but van goh was insane
To only see the vision and fall halfway thru
Football is tied to Jim Crow in the expression view
Owners spread bigotry,and lie on the truth
Expand dollars to shrink everything we do
So since we can’t say no to cops killing,
Wrongful jail dates or the rigid two step back and one half step forward life
I won’t watch the nfl
I won’t partake in a game
I wouldn’t even tag they twitter name
So this is my hurtful goodbye
To something that was so high
I wish you could see it with my eye
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 1:54 PM UTC
You may have been destined to one of us, yet in the event that not, not to stress.
You may approach us moving, or stripped. Or, then again rests in our
busiest regions and decline to move. On the off chance that you blacklist worshiped social occasions,
start little gatherings of your own. Or, on the other hand dare to have a place here
discreetly, replicating examples of development and discourse.
Notwithstanding how you enter the group, a generally huge
condition is our response.
We should not be wrested from every day schedules. We mustn't feel
compelled to represent your signals with much else besides a
single, delayed syllable. In the event that we feel like it. For instance, "Gee."
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 6:46 AM UTC
The most dangerous creative question, is asked not in part but entirely in sum.
Plain and simple, black listed.
"You inspire me..."
"But where do you get your ideas from?"
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 12:57 AM UTC