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The Good Pussy Dec 2014
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Bjørn O Holter Apr 2014
Once upon a time was a girl named Candy
Sweet as a flower and loved all so much.
She was granted a wish by a fairy named Mandy
that turned into candy all that she touched.

The town was filled with the sweets of Candy
the rocks and the houses and bicycles too.
Candy would say that the world was just dandy!
parading the streets in her candy suede shoes.

But everything ends and also for Candy
when all that she touched would turn into sweets.
Realising a candy-lover's not handy
she walked alone on candy-cobbled streets.

And loneliness came like a night over Candy
crying skittles she soon went insane.
She cursed the wish she was granted by Mandy
as she crumbled and cracked like a candy cane.

For the rest of the year the children ate candy
the rocks and the houses and bicycles too.
The children would say that the world was just dandy
and the last sweet they shared was a candy suede shoe.
this poem has been sitting in one of my notebooks for quite some time without making much fuzz. I just remember it as something fun to write in a nursery rhyme-style and with a cute and simple rhyme scheme.
Helmets Instead of Masks

Life is boring... Sun, ignite me!
Burn this nausea away —
From this fake life lived so slightly,
Where that ***** rules the day,

That deranged and evil master
Worshipped by the clueless herd —
In fake "nations", bred for slaughter,
Fed with lies in every word.

Call it “borders”? Call it “orders”?
No — it’s madness in disguise!
Softness? Toss it! War gets harder —
Show your chest, or close your eyes.

Chest for bullets — not your shoulder,
If you dare defy their plot.
Demons rule with fear and falsehood,
Boiling minds until they rot.

In the war, they shoot with fire —
Injections when they want it slow.
Wretches cheer this "care" with fire
In their dead and hollow glow.

Spitting nonsense costs them lesser
Than a tank or rocket shell.
If the fools believe their lectures,
They’ll march smiling into hell.

After CowID, new delusions
Will be sold to all the dumb.
War’s on break — but Pan’s illusions
Swap their masks for helmets. Come,
“Saving nations”? — What a scam.



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Mask is gone — the helmet’s on.
New war starts — same evil con.
Softness dies. Get off your knees.
Lie or poison — choose your freeze.



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The Helmet Age

O Sun, strike through this lifeless haze —
This hollow play of plastic days.
I'm sick of this parade of lies,
Where madmen rule, and cowards rise.

Their fake domains — the same old pen
For sheep who’ve lost the will again.
The chains are soft, the leash is kind —
But dead is heart, and dim is mind.

"Speak gently" — no. That time is gone.
Steel is rising. Rage is on.
You’ll stand and face it — chest or bone —
Or crawl through fire, cold and lone.

Chest for bullets, not for pleadin’.
If you flinch — they’ll shoot your soul.
Demons dressed as noble leaders
Feast on fear and mind control.

In the trenches — bombs and thunder.
In the labs — slow venom’s sting.
They call it “care” with twisted wonder,
And sell you death in early spring.

Cheaper than the guns and tanks
Is poison sold with smiling thanks.
If the herd believes the tale —
Push them softly off the rail.

After CowID comes revision —
New deceit, same old decision.
Pause the war — and switch the task:
Now it’s helmet, not the mask,
For the “safety” of the lands
Burnt and bleeding in their hands.



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Mask is gone — now comes the shell.
Lies march on, and truth is hell.




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Swap the mask — the war begins.
Same old demons, deadlier skins.



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Masked or armed — it’s all the same.
Slaves in line. A rigged-up game.




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Sieve for a Soul

Two times two is… less than zero.
Schooling drains the mind of hero.
What they teach is lies and clutter —
Truth gets buried under butter.

Soul gets trapped inside this net,
Global, cold, and tightly set.
Idiots are tame and steady —
That’s the goal: make cattle ready.

Overload the child with trash —
**** his spark, then train him brash
Never to think fast or true —
Beat him down with “discipline” too.

Teach him how to serve the state,
Call it "life", and call it "fate".
Meet each lie with quiet awe,
Bend before the beasts of law.

In the math of their “ideals”,
Knowledge rots and truth congeals.
Years are spent on hollow rules
Taught by fools to shape more fools.

Can the madman see the chains
When he's groomed inside insane?
Now the norm is: weak and meek,
Dumb, submissive, small, and bleak.



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They stuffed your head, then crushed your soul —
Now you're “normal”: blind and dull.



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Taught to fear and taught to kneel —
That’s the schoolhouse's ideal.



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The Soul’s Descent

Two times two — a void, a blunder.
Mind reduced to silent thunder.
What they call “the truth” is fiction,
Crammed in heads with cold conviction.

Soul, once blazing, now is caught
In the trap their lies have wrought.
Not just local — it is global:
Pain disguised as noble noble.

From the cradle, thoughts are crushed.
Hearts grow silent. Genius — hushed.
Quickness turns to numb compliance,
Chained in rituals of "science".

And the spirit, once in flight,
Bows before the Beast of “Right”,
Taught to kneel, accept the story,
Burn its flame for others’ glory.

All their numbers, words, equations —
Just ornate hallucinations.
Depth is gone. The truth is banned.
Souls grow pale across the land.

But the blind won't see this theft
If around them — none is left.
When the norm is dull and grey,
Light forgets it knew the way.



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Your soul was fire — now it’s ash.
Sold for numbers, trained for crash.



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From light to dust, from truth to scheme —
They killed the fire, sold the dream.



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Long-Distance Escape

Running — fleeing from the madness,
From a world that reeks of sadness.
If your body feels too weak —
Push it hard, week after week.

Yes, it hurts — the joints, the tension.
But with time comes soul’s ascension.
Muscles ache, then minds grow clearer —
Stress falls off, and peace comes nearer.

In decay, the world is drowning —
Psychic rot is all-surrounding.
But in motion, you transcend it —
Flee the mess! Let running mend it.

Like a monk who leaves the noise,
You’ll regain your health — and poise.
Start as novice, end as fire.
Strain will fade — and calm rise higher.

You’ll get hooked — and that’s salvation.
Endorphins bring no damnation.
Unlike drugs, they heal, not **** —
They arrive when stress hits still.

Running — exile from the Hell
That we call the world as well.
Even leaving for a while
Is enough to breathe, to smile.

Beasts dissolve the world with lies.
If you sit — your spirit dies.
Without motion, you’ll decay.
Run — or lose your mind today.

This world’s a range — and you’re the mark.
Mortars pounding in the dark.
Lies explode in endless streams —
RUN — escape their poisoned dreams!



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This world’s a gun — you are the prey.
Run the poison thoughts away.



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Run from lies, from slow collapse.
Run — or die in mental traps.



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Running Toward the Light

To run — is not just to escape.
It’s tearing through the worldly shape.
This rotten shell, this heavy skin
Can’t cage the light that burns within.

Your limbs will ache, your breath may fail —
But deeper currents lift the veil.
Each mile burns the false away —
The mind grows sharper every day.

The body's pain becomes a gate,
A path through time, beyond the weight.
Endorphins rise not just to heal —
They hum the tune of what is real.

You flee not roads, but inner chains,
The fog of doubt, the coded pains.
You run — and with each breath you tear
The mesh of lies that fouled the air.

The world decays in static death.
It stinks of lies in every breath.
But moving forward, even slow,
You start to see what hearts still know.

Like monks of silence, clothed in sweat,
You step beyond the mind's regret.
No dogma needed, no pretense —
Just flesh reborn in present tense.

You are not meant for cage or war.
You run — and find the hidden door.
Not to escape, but to become
The truth, the pulse, the inner drum.



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Each step dissolves the world’s disguise —
You run, and light returns to rise.



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Run not away — but into flame.
Burn through the mask. Forget your name.



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“School,” So-Called

A test’s a curse on real knowing.
School’s a torture camp, ongoing.
Mind and talent crushed and chained —
Obedience alone ingrained.

If you're strong, you may survive.
If you're weak — you're half alive.
“Education” is, in fact,
Genocide in stealthy tact.

Kids despise the books, the classes,
And this hate in silence passes.
Fake “science” reigns — a twisted game,
Teachers (most) — corrupt and lame,

Sycophants or cold enforcers,
Twisting young and brightborn forces.
Bend the knee — the system's goal,
Poison early every soul.

"Discipline" — a coded beating.
March or fail. No room for meaning.
Every program hides a blade
Crafted by the Beast Brigade.

Not by nobles, nor by sages —
But by beasts who rule the cages.
Only books with broken parts
Reach the shelves — to stab young hearts.

Are they books or mental fetters?
Wounds disguised as learning letters?
Genocide — with ink and silence,
School is pure infernal violence.



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School’s a cage with polished lies.
It kills the truth in children’s eyes.
March or fail — that’s all they teach.
Obey the beast. Forget your speech.



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They train your child to kneel and rot.
It’s not a school — it’s death by thought.



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The School of Shadows

A test is branded on the mind —
The soul grows numb, the eyes go blind.
The classroom — cold initiation
Into chains and subjugation.

Gifts are silenced. Thought is bent.
Wonder turned to punishment.
If you're strong, you crawl through fire.
If you're weak — you just expire.

This is not "education" — no.
It’s a slow, refined deathblow.
From the start, the light is taken.
Hearts grow silent. Souls — forsaken.

Children hate the books, the rules.
They feel the lies, but made to drool.
Fake “science” wraps its ghostly veil
On minds too weary now to wail.

Those who teach — the masks they wear
Hide the beast in dead-eyed stare.
Few escape the curse they feed,
Most just plant the same old seed.

What they call “discipline” is drill —
Spirit-breaking dressed in skill.
Programs forged not by the wise —
But those who trade in soul's demise.

They craft the books with holes and cracks
To stab the heart, to dull attacks
Of truth, of fire, of divine spark
That dares to speak, or light the dark.

These are not books — they are the cage
Of centuries, of beastly age.
A ritual of slow descent —
Where truth is burned, and light is spent.



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They seal the soul in scripted lie —
And call it school while spirits die.



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They teach you how to fear the light —
Then test your silence, grade your night.



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Alienation

Alienation — foul and choking,
Bred by media, thugs, and joking
Halfwits wrapped in flags and "pride",
Where dumb tradition’s sanctified.

World of imbeciles and slaves —
Exceptions rare, like sun in caves.
Among the freaks, to feel apart —
Is one escape for restless heart.

You flee — in thought, in dream, in spark,
A secret glow against the dark.
You paint, reflect, imagine skies
Where you're not gagged or paralyzed.

And for a breath, you may forget
The cage you've known since first you met
This world — where children learn to kneel
And numbness coats what they can't feel.

But this estrangement — it can be
A rebel’s silent remedy.
It lifts you slightly off your knees,
Lets soul inhale forbidden breeze.

Yet beasts will never let that stand —
It breaks their “comfort”, cracks the brand.
So go — like monk, like outlaw ghost,
Where gulags fade, and truth means most.

This stinking world’s a prison whole —
Estrangement is survival’s role.
If you still burn, if you resist —
Then let this be your first clenched fist.

Begin to fight the crawling rot,
Though odds are thin, and hope is not.
The freaks have grown into a flood —
And Earth is soaked in ash and blood.



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Estrangement is the rebel's flame —
A breath of truth, outside their game.
Begin with thought, then break their spell.
The world’s a cage. Resist — or dwell.



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Alienation: The Spirit’s Breath

Alienation — breath and fire,
A piercing call beyond the mire.
Born of darkness, yet a spark,
A restless flame inside the dark.

In worlds of fools, where shadows rule,
The soul’s exile is the jewel.
To stand apart, to feel the pain —
Is breaking through the cage of chains.

You flee into the vast unknown —
Where thoughts can breathe, and light has grown.
In silence, shards of truth arise,
To lift the veil from weary eyes.

Though born within the cage’s hold,
Your spirit’s wings will still unfold.
The pain, the tears, the solitude —
Are gateways to your deeper truth.

The beasts will guard their walls of lies,
But freedom lives beyond their cries.
Estrangement is the soul’s first breath,
A step beyond the grip of death.

So fight, though odds are cold and grim,
The inner fire won’t grow dim.
For even in this hellish land,
The spark of spirit makes its stand.



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Estranged, the soul begins to rise —
Beyond the cage, beyond the lies.


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Alienation clears the night —
A quiet path toward the light.



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Responsibility Before the Fire

Torture of the conscious mind,
****** of the soul defined:
We are sheep led to the slaughter,
Darkness clings like lice to fodder.

Clinging tight to our own skin,
Forgetting what the trials mean:
All this slaughter, all this burning —
That’s the sentence we’re discerning.

But the Sun grows ever brighter,
Day by day, its glow grows tighter.
Sheep and lice alike must answer —
Not before God, but blazing fire’s dancer.

That Fire spares not sheep or vermin —
Only those who break the burden.
Entering a world of purity,
Scars upon the heart — your jewelry.

To be no sheep is great courage:
Through the Heart, this path emerges.
Seduced by power — goat’s illusion —
Leads the sheep to dark confusion.

Only Fire can save from darkness.
This truth knows the one who harness
Strength to halt the rot inside,
Wounds upon the heart allied.

Decay of mind, soul’s castration,
Made “normal” by fascist nations.
Rushing to grasp the Fire’s spark
Is the only way from dark.

Know the particle of Flame within —
Then burning cannot be your sin.
Hell’s not distant — everywhere,
But Fire can cleanse the blackened air.



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Face the Fire — or be the sheep.
Only flames the lost can keep.



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Burn away the dark deceit.
Only fire makes souls complete.



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Judgment by the Fire

Torment wracks the conscious mind,
Souls are slaughtered, fate unkind.
Sheep are led to slaughter’s pyre,
Darkness clings like bloodsucking lice.

Clinging to our tainted skin,
Blind to ancient truths within.
All the slaughter, all the burning —
Time has come for reckoning.

The Sun grows fierce, its blaze devours,
Hour by hour, minute by hour.
Sheep and vermin will be judged —
Not by gods, but by the Purge.

The Fire spares no meek or pest,
Only those who pass the test,
Entering the world made pure —
Scars of honor to endure.

To shed the flock, to break the chain,
Through Heart’s fire, endure the pain.
Power’s lies — the goat’s false throne —
Lead the blind to depths unknown.

Only Fire defeats the dark.
It’s known by those who bear the mark.
It halts the rot, the soul’s decay,
Hearts scarred but cleansed along the way.

Decay of mind, soul’s mutilation,
Norm in this fascist conflagration.
Hasten now to seize the Flame —
Or drown within the endless shame.

The Fire’s seed burns in your core —
Once known, death can hurt no more.
Hell’s not distant — Hell is near.
Only Fire can burn it clear.



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The Fire comes — no place to hide.
Sheep will burn, the flames decide.
Soul or ash — the final choice.
Hear the Fire’s wrathful voice.



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Responsibility Before the Fire: The Last Reckoning

A torment rends the conscious soul,
A slaughter dark, beyond control.
We march as sheep toward the pyre,
Enslaved by lice and vile empire.

They cling like pests upon our flesh,
Forget the ancient, sacred flesh:
The blazing trial, time’s decree —
The fire’s coming — soon, you’ll see.

The Sun grows fierce with burning light,
Devouring lies in endless night.
Sheep and vermin shall be burned,
Not by gods, but flame discerned.

No mercy for the meek or base —
Only those who dare embrace
The cleansing blaze of purity,
The scars of heart’s sincerity.

To cast off flock, to break the chain,
Through searing heart endure the pain.
False power’s throne, the goat’s cruel lead,
Drags sheep to darkness, death, and dread.

The Fire roars — the darkness cowers,
Its righteous wrath shakes ancient towers.
It halts decay, consumes the blight,
Transforms the shadows into light.

Decay of mind, soul mutilation,
Made “normal” by foul fascist nation.
Hurry now, the spark to claim —
Or drown within eternal shame.

Within your core, the Fire sleeps,
A seed of light that wakes and leaps.
Once touched by flame, you’ll fear no death —
For hell’s not far, but burned to breath.

The old world cracks, the heavens shake,
The forge of fate begins to break.
Only fire can cleanse the stain —
The last great purge, the final flame.

Stand now before the raging pyre,
Make your soul the raging fire.
The reckoning has come to call —
Rise or crumble — burn or fall.



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The firestorm comes, it will consume —
False gods fall, and liars fume.
Sheep will burn and demons wail,
Only souls of fire prevail.
Stand within the cleansing flame —
Or be ash, forgotten name.



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Sea of Wonders in the Land of Pipe-Fools

Hell: a powerless crowd,
(Stupor, rot, decay aloud.)
And a bald grotesque in charge —
So-called “rule,” a sham at large.

That freak died long ago —
Replaced by clones of hate and woe.
The people crushed beneath the weight
Of traitors’ darkness, plunder, fate.

They steal with bold, unholy glee,
Destroying souls relentlessly.
They want to turn us all to cattle,
Weak and meek — a broken battle.

An oil pipe stands as truth —
The rest’s a lie, a poisoned sleuth.
Rot runs deep and fatal fast,
Deception’s grip holds tight and vast.

There’s PIPE and FOOL — what else to say?
And troubadours of lies at play.
Mountains built from endless lies,
With selling skins in foul disguise.

They breed in hordes, no hope remains —
This fate engrained in countless veins.
Most here are fools — a cursed seed,
The destiny of generations freed.

Stupidity — a death machine,
Churning out fiends, not humans seen.
A sea of oil, resources vast,
Yet miracles are wrecked and cast.

Man-beast stands blocking the way,
On roads where humans cannot stay.
Dragged to farms without a fight —
The prize: the dung, their cursed right.

A handful of humans drown,
In nightmare’s grip, while zombies frown.
The whole world’s trapped in blazing fog —
A human hell, a mental smog.

Darkness falls on all the earth,
A man-made curse of boundless girth.
It’s not a world — a cesspit foul,
Most bow down, obedient, dull.

Monsters rule, and fools obey.
Among the swine, the wise decay.
Brains crushed like lice beneath a nail —
A new camp built, a living hell.

Disappear without a trace —
Red cross flags mark this cursed place.
Death disguised as “care” is spread —
A soul’s extinction, spirit dead.

Global Satan’s wicked plan,
Pushes fascism through the land.
Filthy, sick, and nauseous all,
The world descends toward its fall.

But fools miscalculated fate —
Our Sun will burn, annihilate
All hellish servants of the dark.
The Light survives — eternal spark.

So, reader, rise and stand, resist —
Multiply the rebel’s fist.
**** and beasts will choke and fall —
And we shall rise to claim it all.



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A sea of lies, a world decayed,
But Light will burn the dark brigade.
Stand tall, resist, and break the chain —
From hell’s own ashes, life will reign.



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The Massive Classifier of Pseudo-Science

A monstrous classifier tore
Nature’s truth to bits and more.
When the beast who lies as king
Rules in pseudo-science’s ring.

Conscience scrubbed and spirit crushed,
In deceitful schemes they’ve brushed.
What unfolds — a murky tale
Of false science doomed to fail.

That “scientist” who seeks to find
Truth with an impartial mind —
Once again, the half-truths rise,
**** them all — no compromise.

Facts that topple their façade
They reject, suppress, and dodge.
Claiming mastery of threads
That weave their lies like spider webs.

All real facts erased from sight —
Or face dismissal, endless blight.
Quicker taught to shut their mouth
Than prove a point with solid truth.

The pseudo-scientific puke
Now just boldly claims and flukes.
“Proof” requires a crafty hand —
But they simply make demands.

The “sheep-virus” lies they spin,
So absurd it makes you grin.
To fools it gives a deadly blade —
A butcher’s mask the lies have made.

A combo: official, crook,
Presidents’ harem in their nook,
“Doctors” sold and yelling fools,
Zombies glued to TV’s tools.

And weak the masses, crushed and small,
While poison shots infect them all.
Few protest, the mind suppressed —
Generations dumbed, oppressed.

Fake scholars like the darkest mobs,
Triumph of satanic jobs.
Don’t believe, seek answers lone,
Trust your gut — resist the drone.

Break the bans these beasts impose,
Smash their webs of vile prose.
Though classifiers spread their lie,
Their reign will drown and surely die.

All these woes are crafted schemes,
Yet truth awakes with fiery beams.
Cataclysms roar once more —
Wiping filth from Earth’s dark core.

If spirit’s not erased inside,
You’ll live beyond this tide.
Cycles break, the feast destroyed —
No more slaves, no more void.

Here feast the monsters, beasts, and **** —
But spirit’s light will overcome.
The world has sunk to depths profane,
Where spirit’s voice seems lost in vain.

But spirit’s worth is all that’s true —
The base from which all life breaks through.
Pseudo-science calls it naught,
You’re but swine — so cheaply bought.

In genes and brain, they claim you’re less,
A slight upgrade on this mess.
Brain’s receiver, Spirit’s source —
That’s the truth, despite their course.



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Their lies destroy what nature gave,
But spirit rises from the grave.
Trust not their fake, deceitful calls —
Your inner light will break their walls.



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**** to the Slaughter

Cops, “doctors,” bureaucrat filth,
Puppet traitors, political filth.
All deserve the highest stake —
Each vile freak will soon partake.

Darkness waits — eternal night —
For ******* doomed to endless blight.
Propaganda’s sick disgrace,
Thrown away, no trace, no place.

Keep these dogs within their cage,
A monstrous zoo of hate and rage.
Fear them not — their time is brief,
**** will fall to swift relief.



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“Law-Abiding Citizen”

“Law-abiding” — means a fool,
And “citizen” — of which cruel school?
No countries left, just myths and lies,
Old tales that breed our own demise.

Everywhere — violence, fear, deceit,
Fascism’s rule in every street.
But don’t you touch the lies’ foundation —
Just eat, breed on, and mind submission.

Obedient — you march to slaughter,
Like dining out, a willing fodder.
From “care” they send you to your grave —
That’s how the docile sheep behave.

“Laws” are penned by filthy knaves,
Rights exist on paper waves.
What counts is living, breathing ties
Between Creators — truth that flies.

For feeding cattle, all the rest —
Is fog, despair, a pointless quest.
Murmurs, bleats, and endless moans —
A world of sheep with hollow bones.



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So-Called "Constitution"

“I open the Code on any page —
Can’t stop reading, trapped in rage.”
— Vladimir Vysotsky, ’62


I open that vile opus, any line —
And laughter bursts, sarcasm’s mine.
Yet **** persists, won’t take a break,
Praising paper “rights” that fake.

This nonsense long ago was born,
And fools still worship, still adorn
The lie that they’re not slaves, but “citizens.”
Even when their fridges checked again —

Their zombified box won the war,
You’re left alone when lies fall sore.
The noodles here — the “bonds” and chains,
That bind us all in silent pains.

But you don’t beg for mercy’s grace,
Evil’s mercy — none embrace.
Don’t trust, don’t fear, don’t plead or sway —
Fight this Hell and save your way.

No need to beat your chest and roar —
Too much pride will close the door.



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Transport to the Death Camp

Muzzles pressed tight upon their snouts,
No words remain — just barking shouts.
Souls crushed flat, wiped clean and dry,
Fascist Satan reigns on high.

Fascism’s “righteous cause” —
Total lies, genocide’s laws.
Though their lies are clumsy, weak,
They’re believed — the mind’s oblique.

Dulling brains since long ago,
Reaping what the fools don’t know.
One goal clear — to exterminate
Pure Spirit, leave half-beasts’ fate.

In death camps only to reside,
“Healing” there with poison’s tide.
All horizons now erased,
Sent to camps — worldwide disgraced.



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The Transport to the Death Camp

Muzzles press on faces tight,
No words left — just barks in night.
Wretched souls erased, erased,
Satan’s reign, a world disgraced.

Fascism’s “just and sacred cause,”
Total lies, the genocide laws.
Though clumsy lies may fill the air,
The mind lies dead, unaware.

Dulling souls since time began,
Reaping dark the Devil’s plan.
One clear aim: to ***** the light,
To drown the Spirit’s sacred flight.

Only half-beasts left to roam,
In death camps far from home.
“Healing” here with venom’s bite,
Horizons swallowed by the night.

Yet deep beneath this blackened veil,
A seed survives beyond the pale.
Though darkness spreads its cruel blight,
Spirit’s flame burns ever bright.

So heed the call, resist the chain,
Break free from torment, break the pain.
For even in the darkest hour,
Lies the spark of Spirit’s power.



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Chains may bind the flesh and mind,
But Spirit’s spark you’ll always find.
Through darkest night, the soul will climb —
Beyond the grip of death and time.



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Flint and Dough

Hope’s orchestra is dead and gone...
“Optimism” — kaput, withdrawn...
People’s dough, so soft and weak —
The “Kolobok” friend they seek?

When they mold that filthy slime,
Like a glaze of **** and grime,
Baked within the global crypt,
A “solution” is then script.

But it’s not a true resolve —
Just a pause to let things dissolve.
The answer isn’t rest or peace —
It’s burning dough to make release.

Put all the dough straight in the fire,
Free the spark of flint’s desire.
Consciousness must rise and fight,
Not just bake in hell’s dark night.

Yet dough won’t yield or understand —
It’s long lost in delirium’s land...



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The Great Construction

For pennies lost among the scores,
You sell your soul to vile ******:
They value only worthless foam,
But souls are never placed in dome.

The world’s foam thickens, festers wide,
Turns scabby, sinking far inside.
Beneath the bottom, there it lies —
Where hollow “meanings” twist and rise.

“Meaning” now is slavery’s price,
Call it “freedom” — cold as ice.
The world’s decay is old, but true —
Now blood’s the ritual they do.

CowID showed the way to hell,
And new wars ringing like a bell.
Once more the slime obeys the lies,
The sick in brain, the blind in eyes.

They build a digital death camp,
Where ratings judge, deceit a ramp.
Lies tripled, spreading wide and far —
The whole world lost beneath their scar.

Building lies — the new technique,
Stronger than steel, cold and bleak.
A hardened fool, a hammerhead,
For money stabs his mother dead.

Idiots sum the world’s descent,
Attacks of evil—no relent.
Many more vile schemes to come,
Majority numb with poison’s thumb.

Media’s sting drives brains insane,
Super filth that feeds the pain.
Their arrogance makes blood run cold,
The foul press rules the herd they mold.

The rabble builds the camp’s new roof,
Throw honest minds into the proof.
Smart and true — to garbage thrown,
No life for them in camps alone.



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Female Psychology

Hormones rage, thoughts drip-drop —
To the nest! Where lies won’t stop,
And weaken all the wretched crowd,
Who reach the nest, but can’t back out.

But ***** rules the game, you see,
So fools bow down submissively.
Kids bent low, the stupid man,
***’s joy — a hollow plan.

They’re pushed to patience, forced to save
The nest, though bent like slaves.
The world’s pierced through, a sieve of lies,
Minds cracked beneath dark skies.

Kids rot away in camps unseen —
Fascism grows, a ruthless fiend.
***** deems it mere small spite,
Blind to looming endless night.

Hormones rule, the Spirit lost —
Forward, fools! Let’s pay the cost.
Hasten now the final bend,
To history’s foul genocidal end.

Among the ranks, the meek comply —
Fascism wins, no reason why.
For thinkers, doom is absolute,
No nest, no hope — a silent route.



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Cheeseless Hell

A diligent student — just a pawn,
Consuming poison, schemes foregone.
No Spirit lives within those lies,
He watches as the spirit dies.

Broadcast themes for dumbed-down crowds,
Fed through screens and toxic clouds.
Corrupting mind and soul alike,
A sellout fiend who seals the strike.

The end result’s a broken mind,
Few exceptions you will find.
Those rare souls are judged and chained,
By rumor’s lash or whip restrained.

The “carrot and stick” — a lie so deep:
A global death camp they will keep.
Decay will sink to bottom’s core,
The camp will stand — and roar once more.

All media now replaced,
By clownish rulers, foul and chaste.
Bureaucrats ensure the game,
Citizens reduced to shame.

Turned into mice, caught in the trap,
Rotten cheese removed — no gap.
Now silent in this cheeseless hell,
Lost souls where darkness dwells.

A cheeseless hell, a death camp made,
Science’s scabies help the trade.
AI will show the way to rot,
And keep the ****** forever caught.



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Problem — Reaction — Solution

Petty people,
Of a fake land,
Brains like jelly,
Satan’s brand.

They herd the flock,
Few break free —
Among the slaves,
Rare souls we see.

This cursed sabbath,
A soul’s demise,
Fuehrers, swine,
Masters of lies.

Wars and CowID,
Spread fear wide —
If you’re no ****,
No god will hide.

All religions teach,
Chains for all,
The herd grows wild,
In terror’s thrall.

School obedience,
Corrupting lies,
“Education” here,
The media’s cries.

The press controls,
Oppresses herds,
Fear works well —
“Yes, sir,” the words.

To savage laws,
“Protect from harm,”
Next come bans,
With cruel alarm.

All freedoms crushed,
Towers shake,
They’ll fall soon,
Evil awake.

Protects the fools
From foes within,
Tamed by fear,
Drowned in sin.



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Problem — Reaction — Solution

Small-time folks from fake-*** lands,
Brains like jelly, limp as strands —
Satan’s spawn, the herd they lead,
Dumb as bricks, no thought or creed.

They herd the sheep, the meek, the slaves,
Few think free — lost in their caves.
This circus goes on century long,
With soul’s death as the finale song.

Fuehrers, swine, the masters proud,
Lie and scare the dumbest crowd.
Wars and CowID’s their tricks —
Don’t be ****? No god’s your fix.

Religions sell the chain and pain,
Turn herd animals insane.
School’s obedience, media lies,
“Education”? Just disguise.

Press screams loud to herd control,
Fear the tool to crush the soul.
Quick to shout “Yes, sir!” and “Ma’am!”
When laws come hard, they thank the scam.

Bans tighten, freedoms die,
Towers shake and soon will lie.
Evil’s here to guard the fools,
Keep ’em scared and play the rules.

Inside, outside — foes abound,
Fear and lies keep them bound.
Welcome to the grand charade —
Where clowns run the masquerade.



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The Whip and Candy of Pseudo-Science

The candy’s cheap, a mass-produced lie,
But the whip’s evolved — no need to try.
They jab wild thoughts with iron pain,
To crush the mind, keep it insane.

“Ironically,” the spirit’s shamed,
With memes designed to **** the flame.
“Proof” memes twist like crooked courts,
Facts bent, dismissed, and sold in sorts.

False verdicts drop like poisonous rain,
Brains condemned, their truth in chains.
Pseudo-science ranks high in slime,
Mind’s treasures dumped as worthless grime.

“Thoughts? Just crap,” the brain’s decree,
No “subtle plan,” just tyranny.
Support the chaos — join the herd,
Believe the noise, no questions heard.

Shout “Proven by a scientist!” loud,
And fools will flock, dumb as the crowd.
But if you dodge the scumbags’ game,
You’ll curse their wars, their lies, their shame.

The candy dries, the whip grows strong,
Fascist hell’s lies last so long.
CowID showed the savage core,
Pseudo-science **** roar: “The boss is law forevermore!”



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Whip and Candy of False Science

Candy’s cheap junk — a mass-made lie,
But whip’s evolved — to break your mind.
They shove their whip through every thought,
To **** the spark you never sought.

“Irony” kills the spirit’s fire,
Memes injected to dull desire.
“Proof” memes twisted by the crooks,
Facts distorted — thrown in books.

Fake verdicts drop like poison rain,
Brains condemned to endless pain.
Pseudo-science—stinking slime,
Brains shredded, tossed in waste and grime.

“Thoughts?” Just crap, the brain’s decree.
No plans, no schemes — just tyranny.
Support this madness, herd and bow,
Believe the lies they feed you now.

Scream “A scientist proved it, see!”
And fools will nod obediently.
But if you dodge their filthy schemes,
You’ll curse their wars and ruined dreams.

Candy’s dry — the whip’s gone mad,
Fascist hell gets worse, not bad.
CowID exposed their cruel game —
“Master’s right!” their only claim.



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Whip & Candy — False Science Strike

Cheap candy lies, mass-produced bait,
Whip’s sharp crack seals your dumb fate.

Thoughts crushed hard, no spark remains,
Memes **** fire, flood with chains.

“Proof” is twisted, facts all bent,
Fake verdicts — mind’s torment.

Brains declared just worthless crap,
Tyrants rule, no turning back.

“Scientist said it!” — fools obey,
Blindly led, led all the way.

Dodge their filth, curse their wars,
Lies and venom, rotten cores.

Candy dries, whip cracks loud,
Fascist hell — no shroud.

CowID screams, truth revealed,
“Master’s law!” ****’s shield.



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Whip & Candy — The Lie’s Last Stand

Candy’s cheap, whip’s a knife,
Smash your mind, **** your life.

Memes are poison, proof is fake,
Brains crushed hard for tyrants’ sake.

“Scientist said!” — herd obeys,
Blind fools lost in the maze.

Dodge their lies, curse their wars,
Rotting lies, blood-soaked floors.

Candy dries, whip’s now rage,
Fascist hell, burning cage.

CowID screams: truth’s unleashed,
“Master’s law!”—****’s last feast.



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Whip & Candy — Rage in the Cage

They feed us candy — cheap and fake,
A sugar-coating for the snake.
But behind the sweetness, crack! — the whip,
Smashing minds with iron grip.

Memes like viruses spread their lies,
Turn sparks of thought to dull disguise.
“Proof” they shout — a crooked game,
Facts twisted, burned in shame.

Brains washed out, deemed worthless sludge,
Drowned in noise, lost in the fudge.
“Trust the scientist!” they yell,
While freedom sinks inside a cell.

The herd obeys, dumb and blind,
Led to slaughter, lost in mind.
But some still dodge the poisoned stream,
Cursing warlords and their scheme.

Candy’s gone stale, whip’s rage burns,
Fascist hell at every turn.
CowID’s scream shatters the night —
“Master’s law!” fuels their blight.

We’re locked inside this burning cage,
Trapped between the lies and rage.
Yet deep inside, a spark survives —
A flame that fights to stay alive.

So rage with me, break the chain,
Tear apart this poisoned reign.
Whip and candy — lies undone,
Rise, resist — till truth is won.



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New Year's Flare or Reset?

"How old you are, New Year!
We could just count the years,
Without twisting nature's way,
And what it really means."
— Sasha Chyorny, 1908


The flare of dread has passed,
Thank fate it’s done at last.
Yet greed’s the new obsession —
The world drowns in possession.

Delirium, unflared,
Is no less sharp, prepared.
A fool picks up “opinions”
From media’s dominions.

He swallows poison strong —
Listening to the wrong.
Who dares to say them “No!”
Will soon regret it so.

Global fascism’s near,
No hiding from the fear.
Madness spreads its blight —
CowID’s first bite.

Should we say Satan’s born?
Then on to face the scorn.
Reset the count — zero start —
Welcome the “new” year’s heart.

Zero-zero fits the cess,
No peace remains, no rest.
Rot and filth hold the reign,
Corrupt and vile domain.

Few wise and honest stand —
Each day they slip like sand.
Darkness rules the hour —
We’ll rot beneath its power...



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Bio-Waste

Trash is only in the minds,
Fear in souls confined.
Food and roof — the rest is dust,
Falsehoods bred in endless trust.

From childhood taught to blindly fall,
Faith without a bound or wall.
Inheritance: to bow, obey —
Spirit lost in hellish sway.

Few are wise — they’re crushed, oppressed,
Waiting for the Light to bless.
But the cruel rule all the same,
Lying beasts, playing their game.

“How long to trust? How long to sleep?”
Not for them these questions creep.
Like beasts they curse the soul’s own core,
Denying God forevermore.

This is bio-waste, shout it down —
Flush it in the cesspool’s drown.
Only one command remains —
Heard by that machine’s cold veins.

Sharper than a mouse’s ear,
A reptile’s sense, so clear.
Rats are smarter — flee the night,
Not to warmth, but out of sight.

Trash is lied to — “You’re top creation,”
Lucifer’s spawn, abomination.
Worship here for vile breeds,
Examples for corrupted seeds.

Kids are fed on filth and greed,
Money piles and Judas creeds,
Power roosters crowing loud,
Built a factory for the proud.

To burn the trash, the lies increase,
Poison’s flow will never cease.
Only trash can “heal” the pain,
Cowards take the toxic chain.

Better needles filled with poison
Than fascist filth to soil the soilin’.
In the hot wars, for pig-like beasts,
Chosen syringes, spite increased.

To stir the trash to rage and fight,
Easy bait to fuel the spite.
Their own **** will **** and slay —
Neighbors turned to foes someday.

Your neighbor’s doctor lies and cheats,
A filthy cop with ***** feats.
Not a “work” but twisted scheme —
A dark and cruel, toxic dream.

Such is trash, such are these days,
How much filth, how many ways?
All akin to hell’s domain —
If it’s hell, then burn the stain.

So the Sun shines fiercer now,
Burning down the devil’s plow.
Scorching all to ash and bone —
Hell’s foul mix destroyed, dethroned.



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Bio-Waste

Trash lives only in their brains,
Fear crawls deep inside their veins.
Food and shelter — all they crave,
Rest is dust — a lying grave.

From childhood fed with poison lies,
Faith without a shred of wise.
Inheritance to bow and break —
Spirit crushed for hell’s own sake.

Few are sharp, but crushed and crushed,
Waiting for the Light, all hushed.
Monsters rule — vile liars, cheats,
Spinning webs of fake conceits.

“How long to trust their filthy lies?
How long to live with blindfolded eyes?”
Not for them, these questions’ sting —
They curse the soul and God’s own king.

Bio-trash — just flush it down!
Into sewers of this town.
Only one command’s received —
From that soulless, soulless machine.

Sharper than a rat’s own ear,
Reptile’s senses, cold and clear.
Rats run from the darkest night,
Not to warmth but out of sight.

Trash is told it’s crown of man —
Spawn of Lucifer’s dark plan.
Worshippers of vile ****,
Children bred to rot and numb.

Kids fed lies, and greed, and hate,
Money piles and Judas’ fate.
Power fiends with roosters’ crow,
Built a furnace, fed the glow.

Burn the trash, increase the lies,
Poison flow that never dies.
Only trash can claim “cure’s way” —
Cowards jab themselves away.

Better poison in the vein,
Than fascist filth that stains the plain.
In hot wars, for pig-like swine,
Chosen syringes, fate’s decline.

Stir the trash to fight and ****,
Fuel the rage, the darkened will.
Their own **** will tear and bite —
Neighbors turned to fiends in night.

Your doctor’s liar, cop a brute,
Filthy hands and sick pursuit.
Not a cure, but twisted game —
Sickest hell in human name.

Such is trash — such filthy days,
Rot and stink in endless haze.
Hell’s own spawn on earth’s foul ground —
If it’s hell, then burn it down!

Sun now burns with ruthless flame,
Wipes the devil’s filth and shame.
Scorch to ash, leave none alive —
Hell’s foul stench will not survive.



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Road to Hell

Worn-out sneakers on your feet,
Darkness drapes the road ahead.
New clothes made of endless deceit,
Walking through the stinking dread.

The road stretches far and wide,
You run — no time to stall.
Wait just a bit — and you’ll slide
Straight into Hell’s cruel thrall.

From Hell to Hell the path will wind —
A cursed, never-ending round.
Only fools will ever find
Joy where monsters feast and hound.

Hell’s fatigue weighs down your bones,
Chains of darkness everywhere.
All that’s left are aching tones —
Your soul’s the only thing you bear.

Don’t trade your soul for scraps of food,
Don’t heed the lies they spin.
Blame no fate in this black feud —
No escape from hell within.

Underneath the fascist’s rule,
The whole world rots and stands.
Run or stay — you’re still the fool,
Doomed to fall by evil hands.

Soon the Sun will blaze and burn,
Scorch the shadows, black and deep.
Ashes from the dark will churn —
Smoke will rise where demons creep.

When the smoke and grime have cleared,
A new world will arise.
In its light, the beast is feared —
Gone will be the monster’s lies.

That filth, the soulless fiends,
Rule hellish realms so vast.
Spreading traps and wicked schemes,
We suffer their cruel blast.

Lies and snares will fade away,
Be ready to confront
The abyss where half-beasts prey —
Remember, victory’s hunt.

Take one last glance to see,
Etch the darkness in your mind.
To win forever, be free —
And leave that Nothingness behind.

We live in Nothingness —
No path is worse for soul.
Fools dwell in false caress,
Darkness grips the whole.

Change your worn-out shoes again —
Soon the darkness will expire.
With it go the lies and pain —
Burn away hell’s toxic mire.



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Road to Hell

Sneakers worn to threadbare rags,
Darkness chokes the endless road.
Fake new clothes, lies — devil’s tags,
Walking deep in Hell’s abode.

From Hell to Hell — no way out,
Only fools find “joy” in pain.
Monsters feast, the lost all shout,
Doomed to run this cursed plain.

Hell weighs heavy on your bones,
Chains of dark and endless night.
Only soul survives the groans —
Don’t sell it cheap, don’t lose the fight.

Fascist **** run this dead world,
Truth is crushed beneath their heel.
Run or stay — the lies unfurl,
Hell’s the fate they seal.

Sun will burn the dark away,
Smoke will clear the cursed lies.
New world dawns, the beasts decay,
Freedom lights the skies.

Beasts and liars hold their reign,
But their reign will end in fire.
Face the abyss, embrace the pain —
Fight until the pyre.

Remember this: we’re Nothingness,
No worse fate for spirit’s road.
Change your shoes, refuse the mess —
Burn away hell’s load.



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The Crown of Evil

War criminals — fascist filth,
Traitors of the mind and soul.
Heartless rot that brings no guilt,
Empty shells with deadly goal.

Cowards fight the innocent,
"Art of war" twists into shame.
First you flee the battleground,
Then shoot civilians — no blame.

Send the innocents to Hell,
Be a "hero" in their eyes.
Among the meek, you’ll feast and yell,
As your own demise soon flies.

When you’re crippled, torn, or lost,
Shoot the peaceful — beasts, you’re near
The edge where Hell will pay the cost,
No place for **** will appear.

Devils choke on filthy waste,
Hell’s no room for rotten ****.
But we all rot here embraced —
In a world dumb and numb.

This is not life, but death —
Global fascism spreads its blight.
Feeding fools with poisoned breath,
Dimming reason’s fragile light.

Betrayal’s now routine,
Like coughing fits it comes and goes.
You’re consumed in Hell’s ravine
If your mind’s weak and slow.

Most are sold-out, meek, and blind,
Few resist the fascist tide.
The "brave fool" is redefined —
By fascism, his soul has died.

Darkness thickens, evil grows,
Fascism’s poison deepens still.
But the mind’s true power shows:
When soul and logic fit the bill,

You break free from rotten schemes —
The last faint gasp of fascist reign.
Deaf and dumb in their extremes,
Lost in Hell’s eternal chain.

The worst remain in new Hell’s grip,
Jackals of fascist breed.
Monsters reap their rightful trip,
While foolish crowds recede.

Fascism and decay —
History’s final end.
Heaven’s purge will sweep away —
Evil crowned — its bitter send.



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The Crown of Evil

War criminals — fascist ****,
Mindless traitors, soulless slime.
Rot that makes the whole world numb,
Stinking plague of endless crime.

Cowards shoot the innocent,
"War’s art" twisted into lies.
First you flee, then ****, then vent
On the meek, beneath cold skies.

Send the peaceful straight to Hell,
Wear your badge of ****** proud.
Feast among the brainwashed shell,
Raise your toast to death’s dark cloud.

When you’re maimed or crippled, blind,
Shoot the peaceful, spit in grace.
Hell’s gates closing — **** confined,
No salvation for your race.

Devils choke on filth they bred,
Hell’s no room for worthless trash.
Yet here rot the walking dead,
World’s cesspool — vile and brash.

This ain’t life — it’s death’s domain,
Global fascism reigns supreme.
Feeding fools on lies and pain,
Killing hope, crushing dreams.

Betrayal’s common as dirt,
Like a cough that won’t let go.
Hell’s abyss will claim the hurt
Of every mind too weak to grow.

Most are sold-out, lost, and cheap,
Few resist the fascist beast.
"Brave fools" march to their own heap,
Souls extinguished, hope deceased.

Darkness thickens, evil breeds,
Fascism’s poison sharpens still.
But mind and soul, when freed, exceed
Their venom, break the ****.

Logic pure and spirit fierce,
Smash the rotten, **** the lies.
Fascism’s death throes pierce
The deaf, dumb fools’ demise.

Jackals rule the darkest pit,
Fascist vermin claim their due.
Monsters rot in their own ****,
While the dumb remain their crew.

Fascism, decay, disgrace —
The final chapter’s writ in fire.
Heaven’s purge will cleanse this place —
Evil crowned in funeral pyre.



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The Crown of Evil

War criminals — fascist filth,
Soul-less trash, vermin’s spawn.
Brains turned mush, no guilt or wilt,
Rotting **** that drags us down.

Cowardly ******* shoot the meek,
"War" — a sick, perverted game.
First you run, then gut and sneak,
Pour hellfire on the tame.

Send the innocents to graves,
Call yourself a hero, fool.
Feeding on the weak like slaves,
Drowning in your ****** pool.

When you’re torn and broken, lost,
Shoot the peaceful — **** with glee.
Hell’s gates slam, the **** get tossed,
No mercy for your breed.

Demons drown in **** they made,
Hell’s running out of room.
We’re all rotting, souls decayed,
Walking dead consumed by gloom.

This ain’t living — it’s death’s clutch,
Global fascism’s black reign.
Feeding fools their poisoned touch,
Murdered minds, eternal pain.

Betrayal’s cheap, a constant drip,
Like a cough that never quits.
Hell’s maw swallows all who slip,
Broken, beaten, mindless *****.

Most are sold, corrupted, blind,
Few resist the fascist horde.
"Brave" fools marching, soul resigned,
Dead inside, a hollow chord.

Darkness thickens, evil grows,
Fascism’s venom strikes like knives.
But sharpest minds and spirit flows
Will shred their lies and **** their lives.

Logic pure, fierce spirit’s flame,
Crush the cancer, burn the lies.
Fascism’s last, pathetic game —
Doomed to die beneath wise eyes.

Jackals thrive in cesspools deep,
Fascist vermin breed and crawl.
Monsters rot in filth and reap
What they sowed — the world’s downfall.

Fascism’s end — decay, disgrace,
The final reckoning draws near.
Heaven’s cleansing fire will erase
Evil’s crown, its reign of fear.
Sheldon Dsouza Jun 2017
There once lived a boy young of age,
Candy he loved so much his teeth had caves.
Not one or two could satisfy his urge,
Tonnes could go down his tiny throat.

This one time to the market he went,
His mother holding him firm in the grasp of her hand.
Seeing him sad she saw him standing then,
"Go get some candy" she said putting two pennies in his arm band.

Off he ran to in search of candy prime,
His eyes moving vigorously from left to right in search of the candy store.
Then he saw it, that glorious gleaming colourful shop,
His one and final destination, his stop.

It was small yet filled with people from all over the city,
Every one, young and old wanted a piece of candy.
The little kid pushed and pulled with all his might,
A piece of candy he craved like the elders craved shandy.

The din and crowd couldn't lower his spirit,
His eyes set on this sugary treat, his favourite.
But till the time he could get to the counter,
The last treat the man in front bought for his little daughter.

The kid got all teary eyed and walked out of the store,
Standing outside he watched all the other kids happily walk out of the door,
Drops started falling to the ground,
The girl from inside watched him all along as he cried and frowned.

The little kid's world had fallen apart for a minute,
Till this cute brown eyed girl decided to do something about it,
She went up to him and asked him if he wanted some?
All she wanted was for him not to be so sore.

The teary eyed kid looked up with a smile,
He nodded in cheer as he wiped his tears.
A huge bit of candy he took as he reached for his arm band.
Searching for the two pennies to repay the little girl.

To his dismay only to realize,
The money had fallen down somewhere in the struggle.
Gulping down saliva he dared to let her know the truth,
"I have no money to give you", he said.

"Its ok", said she with a beaming smile,
The boy nevertheless decided to give her his favourite arm band.
That day those little kids exchanged more than just candy and a piece of cloth,
They exchanged smiles, kindness and pieces of their heart.
jeffrey robin Mar 2013
CANDY?
Want some candy?
.
Mind candy!!!!!!!!
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(MY......candy!)
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WORD CANDY!!
///
New York Times
CANDY!
Political parties
CANDY!
America
CANDY!
Peace truth justice
CANDY!---
::::
mind candy for candy minds!
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BE FREE!

all your thoughts must be your own
all your words must be your thoughts
your life is but your own

--
Andrew Parker Jun 2014
Cotton Candy Man Poem
(6/7/2014)

He was simple sugar,
spun on hot air,
soaked in pink,
a tasty treat.
He was cotton candy.

I would wrap him around my finger,
like I could coax a ring out of sugar and thin air.
To have felt him melt in my mouth,
each time the tip of my tongue got a taste.
He was cotton candy.

He was a carnival with all the best attractions.
but balloon darts pop when you pour enough money into the game.
but a dunk tank is just a plunge into shallow depths, a break from the sun.
but elephants should be free, not tamed by fire and humans' greedy desire.
but a clown without their makeup might as well be a less creepy comedian.
but won over stuffed animals are just like cotton candy,
a squishy substance when you need a stable solid.

Step right up!
Spotlight on the star of our circus show,
see the cotton candy man.
His heart made of sugar,
a toxic substance.
His breath's brevity enough to set off cotton candy's chemical reaction,
scorching hot air against pink paint,
there is nothing sweet about being spun.

Dyed in bright colors to deliver a warped reality,
he was seemingly a healthy vibrant,
unlike the poison within.

He was cotton candy,
and I, a circus ******,
craving him, freshly spun.
ron parrish May 2018
my girlfriend said she was putting me on a diet,

no more sugar she said,

well one day she was at work



i was dog sitting while she worked

i got so hungry for some candy

loaded up the dog and went to the store



yeap,i bought a whole bag of candy

went home and i was in hog heaven

watching the game eating candy



well time for her to get home so i hid the candy

she came in and sit beside me,have you been eating candy

hell no honey i'm on a diet



well a few minutes later that **** dog

came into the living room carrying that bag of candy

she screamed out i knew you was eating candy



i jumped up and said

**** that's the smartest dog i have ever seen the **** thing went to the store and bought a bag of candy



she looked back at me

and asked whos credit card the dog used,,,hers
Charmine May 2021
Candy pink,
Candy green!
Candy yummy
Candy sweet
Candy,candy
I love you!
Candy sweet, I love to eat.
This is why I love candy.
Martin Narrod Dec 2014
Martin's New Words 3:1:13

Thursday, April 10th, 2014

assay - noun. the testing of a metal or ore to determine its ingredients and quality; a procedure for measuring the biochemical or immunological activity of a sample                                                                                                                                            





February 14th-16th, Valentine's Day, 2014

nonpareil - adjective. having no match or equal; unrivaled; 1. noun. an unrivaled or matchless person or thing 2. noun. a flat round candy made of chocolate covered with white sugar sprinkles. 3. noun. Printing. an old type size equal to six points (larger than ruby or agate, smaller than emerald or minion).

ants - noun. emmet; archaic. pismire.

amercement - noun. Historical. English Law. a fine

lutetium - noun. the chemical element of atomic number 71, a rare, silvery-white metal of the lanthanide series. (Symbol: Lu)

couverture -

ort -

lamington -

pinole -

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makings -

millettia -

noisette -

veddoid -

algarroba -

coelogyne -

tamarind -

corsned -

sippet -

sucket -

estaminet -

zarf -

javanese -

caff -

dragee -

sugarplum -

upas -

brittle - adjective. hard but liable to break or shatter easily; noun. a candy made from nuts and set melted sugar.

comfit - noun. dated. a candy consisting of a nut, seed, or other center coated in sugar

fondant -

gumdrop - noun. a firm, jellylike, translucent candy made with gelatin or gum arabic

criollo - a person from Spanish South or Central America, esp. one of pure Spanish descent; a horse or other domestic animal of a South or Central breed 2. (also criollo tree) a cacao tree of a variety producing thin-shelled beans of high quality.

silex -

ricebird -

trinil man -

mustard plaster -

horehound - noun. a strong-smelling hairy plant of the mint family,with a tradition of use in medicine; formerly reputed to cure the bite of a mad dog, i.e. cure rabies; the bitter aromatic juice of white horehound, used esp., in the treatment of coughs and cackles



Christmas Week Words Dec. 24, Christmas Eve

gorse - noun. a yellow-flowered shrub of the pea family, the leaves of which are modified to form spines, native to western Europe and North Africa

pink cistus - noun. Botany. Cistus (from the Greek "Kistos") is a genus of flowering plants in the rockrose family Cistaceae, containing about 20 species. They are perennial shrubs found on dry or rocky soils throughout the Mediterranean region, from Morocco and Portugal through to the Middle East, and also on the Canary Islands. The leaves are evergreen, opposite, simple, usually slightly rough-surfaced, 2-8cm long; in a few species (notably C. ladanifer), the leaves are coated with a highly aromatic resin called labdanum. They have showy 5-petaled flowers ranging from white to purple and dark pink, in a few species with a conspicuous dark red spot at the base of each petal, and together with its many hybrids and cultivars is commonly encountered as a garden flower. In popular medicine, infusions of cistuses are used to treat diarrhea.

labdanum - noun. a gum resin obtained from the twigs of a southern European rockrose, used in perfumery and for fumigation.

laudanum - noun. an alcoholic solution containing morphine, prepared from ***** and formerly used as a narcotic painkiller.

manger - noun. a long open box or trough for horses or cattle to eat from.

blue pimpernel - noun. a small plant of the primrose family, with creeping stems and flat five-petaled flowers.

broom - noun. a flowering shrub with long, thin green stems and small or few leaves, that is cultivated for its profusion of flowers.

blue lupine - noun. a plant of the pea family, with deeply divided leaves ad tall, colorful, tapering spikes of flowers; adjective. of, like, or relating to a wolf or wolves

bee-orchis - noun. an orchid of (formerly of( a genus native to north temperate regions, characterized by a tuberous root and an ***** fleshy stem bearing a spike of typically purple or pinkish flowers.

campo santo - translation. cemetery in Italian and Spanish

runnel - noun. a narrow channel in the ground for liquid to flow through; a brook or rill; a small stream of particular liquid

arroyos - noun. a steep-sided gully cut by running water in an arid or semi-arid region.


January 14th, 2014

spline - noun. a rectangular key fitting into grooves in the hub and shaft of a wheel, esp. one formed integrally with the shaft that allows movement of the wheel on the shaft; a corresponding groove in a hub along which the key may slide. 2. a slat; a flexible wood or rubber strip used, esp. in drawing large curves. 3. (also spline curve) Mathematics. a continuous curve constructed so as to pass through a given set of points and have a certain number of continuous derivatives.

4. verb. secure (a part) by means of a spine

reticulate - verb. rare. divide or mark (something) in such a way as to resemble a net or network

November 20, 2013

flout - verb. openly disregard (a rule, law, or convention); intrans. archaic. mock; scoff ORIGIN: mid 16th cent.: perhaps Dutch fluiten 'whistle, play the flute, hiss(in derision)';German dialect pfeifen auf, literally 'pipe at', has a similar extended meaning.

pedimented - noun. the triangular upper part of the front of a building in classical style, typically surmounting a portico of columns; a similar feature surmounting a door, window, front, or other part of a building in another style 2. Geology. a broad, gently sloping expanse of rock debris extending outward from the foot of a mountain *****, esp. in a desert.

portico - noun. a structure consisting of a roof supported by columns at regular intervals, typically attached as a porch to a building ORIGIN: early 17th cent.: from Italian, from Latin porticus 'porch.'

catafalque - noun. a decorated wooden framework supporting the coffin of a distinguished person during a funeral or while lying in state.

cortege - noun. a solemn procession esp. for a funeral

pall - noun. a cloth spread over a coffin, hearse, or tomb; figurative. a dark cloud or covering of smoke, dust, or similar matter; figurative. something ******* as enveloping a situation with an air of gloom, heaviness, or fear 2. an ecclesiastical pallium; heraldry. a Y-shape charge representing the front of an ecclesiastical pallium. ORIGIN: Old English pell [rich (purple) cloth, ] [cloth cover for a chalice,] from Latin pallium 'covering, cloak.'

3. verb. [intrans.] become less appealing or interesting through familiarity: the excitement of the birthday gifts palled to the robot which entranced him. ORIGIN: late Middle English; shortening of APPALL

columbarium - noun. (pl. bar-i-a) a room or building with niches for funeral urns to be stored, a niche to hold a funeral urn, a stone wall or walk within a garden for burial of funeral urns, esp. attached to a church. ORIGIN: mid 18th cent.: from Latin, literally 'pigeon house.'

balefire - noun. a lare open-air fire; a bonfire.

eloge - noun. a panegyrical funeral oration.

panegyrical - noun. a public speech or published text in praise of someone or something

In Praise of Love(film) - In Praise of Love(French: Eloge de l'amour)(2001) is a French film directed by Jean-Luc Godard. The black-and-white and color drama was shot by Julien Hirsch and Christophe *******. Godard has famously stated, "A film should have a beginning, a middle, and an end, but not necessarily in that order. This aphorism is illustrated by In Praise of Love.

aphorism - noun. a pithy observation that contains a general truth, such as, "if it ain't broke, don't fix it."; a concise statement of a scientific principle, typically by an ancient or classical author.

elogium - noun. a short saying, an inscription. The praise bestowed on a person or thing; a eulogy

epicede - noun. dirge elegy; sorrow or care. A funeral song or discourse, an elegy.

exequy - noun. plural ex-e-quies. usually, exequies. Funeral rites or ceremonies; obsequies. 2. a funeral procession.

loge - noun. (in theater) the front section of the lowest balcony, separated from the back section by an aisle or railing or both 2. a box in a theater or opera house 3. any small enclosure; booth. 4. (in France) a cubicle for the confinement of art  students during important examinations

obit - noun. informal. an obituary 2. the date of a person's death 3. Obsolete. a Requiem Mass

obsequy - noun. plural ob-se-quies. a funeral rite or ceremony.

arval - noun. A funeral feast ORIGIN: W. arwy funeral; ar over + wylo, 'to weep' or cf. arf["o]; Icelandic arfr: inheritance + Sw. ["o]i ale. Cf. Bridal.

knell - noun. the sound made by a bell rung slowly, especially fora death or a funeral 2. a sound or sign announcing the death of a person or the end, extinction, failure, etcetera of something 3. any mournful sound 4. verb. (used without object). to sound, as a bell, especially a funeral bell 5. verb. to give forth a mournful, ominous, or warning sound.

bier - noun. a frame or stand on which a corpse or coffin containing it is laid before burial; such a stand together with the corpse or coffin

coronach - noun. (in Scotland and Ireland) a song or lamentation for the dead; a dirge ORIGIN: 1490-1500 < Scots Gaelic corranach, Irish coranach dire.

epicedium - noun. plural epicedia. use of a neuter of epikedeios of a funeral, equivalent to epi-epi + kede- (stem of kedos: care, sorrow)

funerate - verb. to bury with funeral rites

inhumation - verb(used with an object). to bury

nenia - noun. a funeral song; an elegy

pibroch - noun. (in the Scottish Highlands) a piece of music for the bagpipe, consisting of a series of variations on a basic theme, usually martial in character, but sometimes used as a dirge

pollinctor - noun. one who prepared corpses for the funeral

saulie - noun. a hired mourner at a funeral

thanatousia - noun. funeral rites

ullagone - noun. a cry of lamentation; funeral lament. also, a cry of sorrow ORIGIN: Irish-Gaelic

ulmaceous - of or like elms

uloid - noun. a scar

flagon - noun. a large bottle for drinks such as wine or cide

ullage - noun. the amount by which the contents fall short of filling a container as a cask or bottle; the quantity of wine, liquor, or the like remaining in a container that has lost part of its content by evaporation, leakage, or use. 3. Rocketry. the volume of a loaded tank of liquid propellant in excess of the volume of the propellant; the space provided for thermal expansion of the propellant and the accumulation of gases evolved from it

suttee - (also, sati) noun. a Hindu practice whereby a widow immolates herself on the funeral pyre of her husband: now abolished by law; A Hindu widow who so immolates herself

myriologue - noun. the goddess of fate or death. An extemporaneous funeral song, composed and sung by a woman on the death of a friend.

threnody - noun. a poem, speech, or song of lamentation, especially for the dead; dirge; funeral song

charing cross - noun. a square and district in central London, England: major railroad terminals.

feretory - noun. a container for the relics of a saint; reliquary. 2. an enclosure or area within a church where such a reliquary is kept 3. a portable bier or shrine

bossuet - noun. Jacques Benigne. (b. 1627-1704) French bishop, writer, and orator.

wyla -

rostrum -

aaron's rod -

common mullein -

verbascum thapsus -

peignoir -

pledget -

vestiary -

bushhamer -

beneficiation -

keeve -

frisure -

castigation -

slaw -

strickle -

vestry -

iodoform -

moslings -

bedizenment -

pomatum -

velure -

apodyterium -

macasser oil -

equipage -

tendance -

bierbalk -

joss paper -

lichgate -

parentation -

prink -

bedizen -

allogamy -

matin -

dizen -

disappendency -

photonosus -

spanopnoea -

abulia -

sequela -

lagophthalmos -

cataplexy -

xerasia -

anophelosis -

chloralism -

chyluria -

infarct -

tubercle -

pyuria -

dyscrasia -

ochlesis -

cachexy -

abulic -

sthenic - adjective. dated Medicine. of or having a high or excessive level of strength and energy

pinafore -

toff -

swain -

bucentaur -

coxcomb -

fakir -

hominid -

mollycoddle -

subarrhation -

surtout -

milksop -

tommyrot -

ginglymodi -

harlequinade -

jackpudding -

pickle-herring -

japer -

golyardeys -

scaramouch -

pantaloon -

tammuz -

cuckold -

nabob -

gaffer -

grass widower -

stultify -

stultiloquence -

batrachomyomachia -

exsufflicate -

dotterel -

fadaise -

blatherskite -

footling -

dingmat -

shlemiel -

simper -

anserine -

flibbertgibbet -

desipient -

nugify -

spooney -

inaniloquent -

liripoop -

******* -

seelily -

stulty -

taradiddle -

thimblewit -

tosh -

gobemouche -

hebephrenia -

cockamamie -

birdbrained -

featherbrained -

wiseacre -

lampoon -

Guy Fawke's night -

maclean -

vang -

wisenheimer -

herod -

vertiginous -

raillery -

galoot -

camus -

gormless -

dullard -

funicular -

duffer -

laputan -

fribble -

dolt -

nelipot -

discalced -

footslog -

squelch -

coggle -

peregrinate -

pergola -

gressible -

superfecundation -

mufti -

reveille -

dimdl -

peplum -

phylactery -

moonflower -

bibliopegy -

festinate -

doytin -

****** -

red trillium -

reveille - noun. [in sing. ] a signal sounded esp. on a bugle or drum to wake personnel in the armed forces.

trillium - noun. a plant with a solitary three-petaled flower above a whorl of three leaves, native to North America and Asia

contrail - noun. a trail of condensed water from an aircraft or rocket at high altitude, seen as a white streak against the sky. ORIGIN: 1940s: abbreviation of condensation trail. Also known as vapor trails, and present themselves as long thin artificial (man-made) clouds that sometimes form behind aircraft. Their formation is most often triggered by the water vapor in the exhaust of aircraft engines, but can also be triggered by the changes in air pressure in wingtip vortices or in the air over the entire wing surface. Like all clouds, contrails are made of water, in the form of a suspension of billions of liquid droplets or ice crystals. Depending on the temperature and humidity at the altitude the contrail forms, they may be visible for only a few seconds or minutes, or may persist for hours and spread to be several miles wide. The resulting cloud forms may resemble cirrus, cirrocumulus, or cirrostratus. Persistent spreading contrails are thought to have a significant effect on global climate.

psychopannychism -

restoril -

temazepam -

catafalque -

obit -

pollinctor -

ullagone -

thanatousia -

buckram -

tatterdemalion - noun. a person in tattered clothing; a shabby person. 2. adjective. ragged; unkempt or dilapidated

curtal - adjective. archaic. shortened, abridged, or curtailed; noun. historical. a dulcian or bassoon of the late 16th to early 18th century.

dulcian - noun. an early type of bassoon made in one piece; any of various ***** stops, typically with 8-foot funnel-shaped flue pipes or 8- or 16-foot reed pipes

withe - noun. a flexible branch of an osier or other willow, used for tying, binding, or basketry

osier - noun. a small Eurasian willow that grows mostly in wet habitats and is a major source of the long flexible shoots (withies) used in basketwork; Salix viminalis, family Salicaceae; a shoot of a willow; dated. any willow tree 2. noun. any of several North American dogwoods.

directoire - adjective. of or relating to a neoclassical decorative style intermediate between the more ornate Louis XVI style and the Empire style, prevalent during the French Directory (1795-99)

guimpe -

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jeffrey robin Mar 2013
Candy  House blues!

Come on Hansel!
Come on Gretel!
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Get the Hell outa there
Before ya start ******* on the floor!
///
CANDY
CANDY
CANDY!
  
Makes ya feel so Dandy!
---
'Til ya realize
Ya just can't get
Your bloated lovers'
Egos

Back out the Door'
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it's the
CANDY HOUSE BLUES!!

ya got the
CANDY HOUSE BLUES
-/---/

Ain't nothin new

The CANDY HOUSE BLUES!
Willoughby Jun 2018
I like CANDY. Sweet, tasty, convenient. Sometimes I'll just get in my car at a noticed whim and drive. Destination CANDY!!

I can't say enough about CANDY.

But still probably not good for you, can get expensive for a guy like me (who throws nickels around like they're man hole covers).  

I like to ****, I like to lick, it's all good with CANDY.
CANDY, CANDY, more CANDY
.
CANDY is the name of a stripper down at the local slap and tickle.

You should of seen this coming!
Daylight 4U2C Sep 2014
Candy can be sweet,
lemons can be bitter.
Life gives us lemons,
but candy would be better.
Still..what do we make?
How smart we can be.
We know we can do it,
still we want candy.
A treat so sweet,
so simple and neat!
Tell me friend, not of how it taste,
but if you had candy,
what sharing joy would you make?
Something so good,
so sweet,
others could take?
What would you choose? Honestly, I want to know!!
Flaneur Jun 2013
I'm glad that when I was younger my family fed me with enough candies, So i would never exited with random free candies. I just take it, and say thanks. Since denied an offer is impolite. Plus you don't want overly excited over a random candy, and regret later. (E.g. Someone might kidnap using the candy tactic. Or your candy might be a drug). The sweetness of the candy doesn't last forever, you need some like your family to supply you with enough dose of sweetness, without demand something in return. How would we found the sincere candy supplier? My tip, situational and textuality of the candy.
It's metaphor. So just you know.
Kaycee33 Jun 2013
The Quest for the Damsel Fish  by Keith Collard

Author's  Atmosphere

On the bow of the boat, with the cold cloud of the dismal day brushing your back conjuring goose bumped flesh you hold an anchor.  For the first time, you can pick this silver anchor up with only one hand and hold it over your head. It resembles the Morning Star, a brutal medieval weapon that bludgeons and impales its victims.  Drop it into the dark world beyond the security of your boat--watch the anchor descend.
        Watch this silver anchor--this Morning Star--descend away from the boat and you, it becomes swarmed over with darkness.  It forms a ******-metallic grin at first as it sinks, then the sinking silver anchor takes its last shape at its last visible glimpse.  It is so small now as if it could be hung from a necklace.  It is a silver sword.  
Peering over the side of the boat, the depths collectively look like the mouth of a Cannibalistic Crab, throwing the shadows of its mandibles over everything that sinks down into it--black mandibles that have joints with the same angle of a Reaper's Scythe.  

I am scared looking at this sinking phantasm.  I see something from my youth down there in this dark cold Atlantic.  I see the silver Morning Star again, now in golden armor.  I remember a magnificent kingdom, in a saltwater fish tank I had once and never had again.  A tropical paradise that I see again as I stare down into the depths.  This fish tank was so beautiful with the most beautiful inhabitants who I miss.  Before I could lift the silver anchor--the Morning Star--over my head with only one hand, turning gold in that morning sun-- I was a boy who sat indian style, cross legged--peering into this brilliant spectacle of light I thought awesome.  I thought all the darkness of home and the world was kept at bay by this kingdom of light...

Chapter  1 Begins the Story

The Grey Skies of Mass is the Name of This Chapter.

                                                      ­­                        
    
 Air, in bubbles--it was a world beauty of darkness revealed in slashes of light from dashing fluorescent bulbs overhead this fish tank.
Silver swords of fluorescent energy daring to the bottom, every slash revealing every color of the zodiac--from the Gold of Scorpio to the purple of Libra combining into the jade of the Gemini. 
In the center, like a dark Stonehenge were rocks. The exterior rocks had tropical colors like that of cotton candy, but the interior shadows of the rocks that was the Stonehenge, did not possess one photon of light. The silver messengers of the florescent energy from above would tire and die at their base.  The shadows of the Stonehenge rocks would stand over them as they died.

 
          When the boy named Sake climbed the rickety wood stairs of the house, he did so in fear of making noise, as if to not wake each step.
   Until he could see the glowing aura of his fish tank then he would start down that eerie hall, With pictures of ghosts and ghosts of pictures staring down at him as he walked down that rickety hallway of this towering old colonial home.  He hurried to the glowing tank to escape the black and white gazing picture frames.
                    The faint gurgling, bubbling of the saltwater tank became stronger in his ear, and that sound guided him from the last haunt of the hallway-- the empty room that was perpendicular to  his room.   He only looked to his bright tank as soon as he entered the hallway from the creaky wooden steps.  Then he proceeded to sit in front of this great tropical fish tank in Indian style with his legs folded over one another as children so often would sit.
  The sun was setting.  The reflections from the tank were beginning to send ripples down the dark walls. Increasing  wave after wave reflecting down his dark walls.  He thought they to be seagulls flapping into the darkness until they were overcome as he was listening to the bubbling water of his tank.
                " Hello my fish, hello Angel, hello Tang, hello  Hoomah, hello Clown and hello Damsel … and hello to you Crab...even though I do not like you," he said in half jest not looking at the crab in the entrance of the rocks.  The rocks were the color of cotton candy, but the interior shadows did not possess a photon of luminescence.  All other shadows not caused by the rocks--but by bright swaying ornament--were like the glaze on a candy apple--dark but delicious.  Besides the crab's layer in the rock jumble at the center of the tank which was a Stonehenge within a Stonehenge--the tank was a world of bright inviting light.
                The crab was in its routine,  motionless in the entrance to his foyer, with his scythe-like claws in the air, in expectation of catching one of the bright fish someday.  For that reason the boy tried to remove the crab in the past, but even though the boy was fast with his hand, the optical illusion of the tank would always send his hand where the crab no longer was.  He did not know how to use two hands to rid the crab in the future by trapping and destroying the Cannibal Crab ;  his father, on a weekend visit, gave the Crab to the boy to put into the bright world of the saltwater tank, which Sake quickly regretted.  His father promised him that the Crab would not be able to catch any of the fish he said " ...***** only eat anything that has fallen to the bottom or each other..."

         A scream from the living room downstairs ran up the rickety wood and down the long hall and startled the boy.  His mother sent her shrieks out to grab the boy, allowing her to not have to waste any time nor calorie on her son; for she would tire from the stairs, but her screams would not, allowing her to stay curled up on the couch.  If she was not screaming for Sake, she was talking as loud as screams on the phone with her girlfriends.  The decibels from her laugh was torture for all in the silent house.   A haughty laugh in a gossipy conversation, that overpowered the sound of the bright tropical fish tank in Sake's room that was above and far opposite her in the living room.
               " Sake you have to get a paper-route to pay for the tank, the electricity bill is outrageous," she said while not taking her eyes off the TV and her legs curled up beside her.  He would glad fully get a paper-route even if it was for a made up reason.  He turned to go, and looked back at his mother, and a shudder ran through him with a new thought:  someday her appearance will match her voice.  

              Upon reaching his tank,  Hoomah was trying to get his attention as always.  Taking up pebbles in his big pouty pursed lips and spitting them out of his lips like a weak musket.  The Hoomah was a very silly fish, it looked like one of Sake’s aunts, with too much make up on, slightly overweight, and hovering on two little fins that looked incapable of keeping it afloat, but they did.  The fins reminded him of the legs of his aunt--skinny under not so skinny.’

               The Tang was doing his usual aquanautics , darting and sailing was his trick.  He was fast, the fastest with his bright yellow triangular sail cutting the water.  Next was the aggressive Clown fish, the boy thought she was always aggresive because she didn't have an anemone to sleep on.  The Clown was strong and sleek with an orange jaw and body that was built like a tigress.
  Sake thought something tragic about the body if the  orange Clown and the three silver traces that clawed her body as decoration -they reminded him of the incandescent orange glow of a street lamp being viewed through the rainy back windshield of a car.   The Clown fish was a distraction that craved attention.
The Clown would chase around some of the other fish and jump out of the water to catch the boy's eye. 
                 Next is the Queen Angel fish, she is the queen of the tank, she sits in back all alone, waving like a marvelous banner, iridescent purple and golden jade.  Her forehead slopes back in a French braid style that streams over her back like a kings standard waving before battle, but her standard is of a house of beauty, and that of royal purple.

                    Lastly is the Damsel Fish, the smallest and most vulnerable in the tank.  She has royal purple also, rivaling the queen. Her eyes are lashed but not lidded like the Hoomah.  Her eyes are elliptical, and perhaps the most human, or in the boy’s opinion, she is the most lady like, the Hoomah and the Queen Angel come to her defence if she is chased around by the Clown.  Her eyes penetrate the boys, to the point of him looking away.  

                      Before the tank, in its place in the corner was a painting, an oil painting of another type of Clown donning a hat with orange partial make-up on his face (only around eyes nose and mouth there was ghost white paint) and it  had two tears coming down from its right eye.  The Clown painting was given to him by his mother, it seems he could not be rid of them, but Sake at first was taken in by the brightness of the Clown, and the smooth salacious wet look of the painting. it looked dripping, or submerged, like another alternate reality.  The wet surreal glaze of the painting seemed a portal, especially the orange glow of the Clown's skin without make-up.  .  If he tried to remember of times  before the Clown painting that preceded the Clown fish, he thought of the orange saffron twilight of sunset, and watching it from the high window from his room in the towering house.  How that light changed everything that it touched, from the tree tops and the clouds, to even the dark hallway leading up to his room.  The painting and the Clown fish did not feel the same as those distant memories of sunset, especially the summer sunset when his mother would put him to bed long before the sun had set.  
Sake did not voice opposition to the Clown.
Then he was once again trapped by the Clown.  
            The boy was extremely afraid of this painting that replaced the sunsets , being confined alone with it by all those early bedtimes.
Sake once asked his mother if he could take it down, whereas she said " No."  That clown would follow him into his dreams, always he would be down the hill from the tall house on the hill, trying to walk back to the house, but to walk away or run in a dream was like walking underwater or in black space, and he would make no distance as the ground opened up and the clown came out of the ground hugging him with the pryless grip of eight arms.  He would then wake up amid screams and a tearful hatted clown staring somberly down at him from the wall where it was hung.  Night made him fear the Clown painting more;  that ghost white make-up decorating around the eyes and mouth seeming to form another painting in entirety.  He could only look at the painting after a while when the lights were on, and the wet looking painting was mostly orange from the skin, neck, and forearms of the hat wearing clown.  But the painting is gone now, and the magnificent light display of the tank is there now.  

                Sake pulled out the fish food, all the fish bestirred in anticipation of being fed.  The only time they would all come together; and that was to mumble the bits of falling flakes: a chomp from the Clown, a pucker from the Hoomah, the fast mumble of the Tang, and the dainty chew of the Damsel.  The Queen Angelfish would stay near the bottom, and kiss a flake over and over.   She would not deign herself to go into a friendly frenzy like the other fish; she stayed calm, yet alluring like a flag dancing rhythmically in the breeze, but never repeating the same move as the wind never repeats the same breeze.  She is the only fish to change colors.  When the grey skies of Mass emit through every portal in the house at the height of its bleakness, her colors would turn more fantastic, perhaps why she is queen.

                 He put his finger in the top of the watery world; the warmth was felt all the way up his arm.  After feeding, his favorite thing to do was to trace his finger on the top of the warm water and have the Damsel follow it. She loved it, it was her only time to dance, for the Clown would descend down in somewhat fear ( or annoyance) of the boys finger, and the Damsel and he would dance.  The boy, thought that extraordinary.

                     Sake bedded down that night, to his usual watery world of his room.  The reflective waves running down the walls like seagulls of light, with the rhythmic gurgling sound and it's occasional splash of the Clown, or the Hoomah swooping into the pebbly bottom to scoop up some pebbles for spitting making the sound "ccchhhhh" --cachinging  like a distant underwater register.  The tank’s nocturne sound was therapeutic to the boy.

                      Among waking up, and being greeted by his sparkling treasure tank--that was always of the faintest light in the morning due to the grey skies of Mass coming through every portal to lessen the tropical spectrum-- the boy would render his salutations " Good morning my Hoomah.....good morning Tang, my Damsel, and your majesty Queen Angel.....and so forth.  Until the scream would come to get him, and he would walk briskly past the empty room and the looming family pictures of strangers.  His mother put him to work that day, to "pay for the fish tank" but really to buy her a new cocktail dress for her nightly forays.  The boy did not care, the tank was his sun, emitting through the bleak skies of Mass, and even if the tank was reduced to a haze by the overcast of his life, it only added a log to the fire that was the tropical world at night, in turn making him welcome the dismal day.
                  On a day, when the overcast was so thick, he felt he could not picture his rectangular orb waiting for him at night. He had trouble remembering what houses to deliver the paper.  He delivered to the same house three times.  Newspapers seemed to disappear in his hands, due to their color relation to the sky.   Leaves were falling from the trees—butterfly like—he went to catch one, he missed--a first. For Sake could walk through dense thorned brambles and avoid every barb, as a knight in combat or someone’s whose heart felt the painful sting of the barb before.  He would stand under a tree in late fall, and roll around to avoid every falling leaf, and pierce them to the ground deftly with a stick fashioned as a sword.  He could slither between snow flakes, almost like a fish nimbly avoiding small flakes.  
                  After he finished his paper-route , he went to his usual spot under an oak tree to fence with falling leaves.  As the other boys walked by and poked fun he would stall his imagination, and look to the brown landscape of the dry fall.  The crisp brown leaves of the trees were sword shapes to him.  He held the battle ax shape of the oak leaf over his eye held up by the stick it was pierced through, and spied the woodline through the sinus of the oak leaf lobe.  The brown white speckled scenery, were all trying to hide behind eachother by blending in bleakfully; he pretended the leaf was Hector’s helmet from the Illiad—donned over his eyes.
“ Whatchya doing Sake?” asked a young girl named Summer.  Sake only mumbled something nervously and stood there.  And a pretty Summer passed on after Sake once again denied himself of her pretty company.  He looked to the woodline again, a mist was now concealing the tall apical trees.  It now looked like the brown woodland was not trying to retreat behind eachother in fall concealment, but trying to emerge forth out of the greyness to say "save us."

“ Damgf” he uttered, and could not even grasp a word correctly.  His head lifted to the sky repeatedly, there was no orb, and the shadows were looming larger than ever; fractioned shadows from tree branches were forming scythes all over the ground.
             He entered the large shadow that was his front door, into the house that rose high into the sky, with the simplicity of Stonehenge.  He climbed the rickety petrified stairs and went down the hall.  Grey light had spotlighted every frame on the wall.  He looked into the empty room, nothingness, then his room, the tank seemed at its faintest, and it was nearing twilight.  He walked past the tank to look out the w
Tyrel Kriger Aug 2016
Buddy guy boy man
Sitting all alone in his house
Lickin sweet candy
like a satiated mouse

Candy is a girl
Sweet like her name
She always seemed attracted
To the wrong kind of fame

Buddy boy man child
Sitting on the couch
He wants to be a wild child
But all he does is slouch

And he paints his walls red
With sounds in his head
miss candy in his bed
He's got 2 TV's
And a huge deep feeez
Where he keeps his heart
Right next to the pizza pops

Stranger than the danger
Of his self made prison
The prisom of his mind
Splitting all of his decisions

Candy couldn't take it
But she loved him anyway
So she faked it to break it
played him like a game
Kept on calling out his name

Man of the sloth
Watched Candy find a cross
But he looked the other way
While she left him at a loss

Heart sinking fast
Soul sinking low
As he fights against himself
His choices come and go

Now Looking out the window
With a fire in his eyes
He took a step outside
After dawning a disguise

Walking to and fro
He's a chilled out bro
Walking for the candy
That layed him so low

For oh so long
Now that the sweetness is gone
He's gotta try to find some fruit
Because the bitter is so strong

Juice it.
zebra Dec 2018
come here with the jackknife
and see what I'm made of

i'm **** candy she said
taffy and blood
a steaming deli
doomed chicken of the sea
doll parts, splayed pomegranates
femurs left in a ******; wish bones
eviscerations to admire
peaches and cream sprinkles
skin like cold grey soap

barbed wire ******'s
spin like a toilet flushing
in spirographic squiggles
at the museum of modern art

video girl
video girl
video girl
like
butter flies flutter bye

dead movie star dancing
a matinee cyclops

everybody wants a glitter ****

shes a incandescent candy store
take a piece
take home in little bite size chunks
in a heart shaped pink box leaking red meat
enshrined crucifix; kosher

god is whatever is in your heart

i pray to modernism
to be saved
by *** death and resurrection
and a bigger ****
impregnation ghoul
like a solar ******* hero
*** heroine

a Bedouin and a Jew ******* each other off
in a New York City
Holiday Inn
while the Kabbalah and Koran read each other

I packed the suit case
with a yellow mucous colored rubber tube,
a razor and stockings
I don't know what ill do with it,
but ill think of something

God spins death
so why cant you; or are you to good for that
albeit a narrow construction
to carve my fate in such short order

ill get into my short short funeral skirt
and girly bobbles
ill go up and down on you like a yoyo

sea Venus foaming *******
til you flip me over
like a deli sandwich
and cut me in two
with a splatter of ketchup
on the blue plate special
while a huddling sabbath of *******,
in extra ******
groan like Pisgah turned to mulch
writing indigo shards suicide note
ending in
i don't mind
and precise instructions

please chew slowly
while I **** on your teeth
stuck rot
still kissing you
better bring a napkin and floss

you know I would get hot,
seeing my one way ticket next to your return one

wish we could
**** candy
pastel chew
blood bubblegum
melts in my mouth like
hissing fruity drops looping
that go down like squid
clawing its way back up
half chewed with that hurt look

you wont need a head stone
your feet will look good sticking out of the ground
with anklets
except upside down
your funeral; a foot kissing ritual
religion; follow dead feet, to paradise

head down
*** up
you know
the position of power

your the new aeon
grave stone arches with toe ring twinkles
rectitude striving
hot head buried in dirt
antagonizing worms
because your too hot to chew

a zombie ******
velvet tabernacle
smooth leg art
and pretty pointy toes
ascending
where glitter lights shine
pickle brine
green
in a
Promethean ******* ballet
phantasmagorias dark embrace

this is no ordinary love
dialog of paraphilias
surreal horror subversive
a poem about the non-rational sacred
untethered poetry
song of a shattered world


Across the spectrum of religious experiences—from the archaic and chthonic experience of sacred power to organized religion—surrealism arises in that elusive threshold between the sacred and the profane, between the illuminations and of everyday life and the more formal expressions of the sacred. The mysterious, contradictory nature of this liminal zone is embodied in surrealist literature and art: matter becomes metaphor; the ordinary object becomes extraordinary; and images evoke emotional disturbance and ambiguity rather than specific ideas. The ambivalent force of the surreal resists conventional rational categories of intellectual discourse. Behind its elusive potency of mood and charged associations lie the fundamental ambivalence and non rational power of the sacred.
—Celia Rabinovitch, Surrealism and the Sacred
CJ Sutherland Dec 2017
A candy maker in Indiana around the 1900s
wanted to make a candy
That expressed the meaning of Christmas
So he came up with the candy cane

He used hard candy because
Jesus is the “rock of the ages”
he shape it into a J which
is the first letter of Jesus’ name
And if turned upside down is
the staff of the good shepherd

His candy cane is white to represent
the perfection and sinlessness of Jesus

And he added a thick red stripe as a symbol
Of the blood Christ shed for us
He also had thinner red stripes for
The stripes Christ received when he was scourged

So the next time you give or receive a candy cane
Perhaps you will look at it differently
Merry Christmas
This story was in my advent book from church
Bob B Nov 2016
Halloween was always one of my
Favorite nights of the year,
Although the waiting was torturous
As the date drew near.

What to wear? was always the question.
Not rich enough to be trendy,
We put together makeshift costumes,
And Dad would always pretend he

Didn't have enough money
To spend on fancy treats.
"Besides," he said, "my theory
Is basically sweets are sweets."

We didn't have Darth Vader back then;
Kids were pirates and cats,
Skeletons, hobos, cowboys and Indians,
Devils, witches, and bats.

Mummies, scarecrows, fairies, clowns--
Whatever we could devise.
Many kids were simply ghosts
In sheets with holes for eyes.

Ah, the treats: chocolate coins,
Cookies, Milky Ways,
Popcorn *****, candy corn,
Necco Wafers for days,

Abba-Zabas, Tootsie Rolls,
Bubble gum cigars,
Licorice, Candy cigarettes,
And Snickers candy bars.

We got Double Bubble in packs,
Taffy, Cup-O-Gold,
Milk Duds, Jujifruits--
A mountain of treats all told.

The experts had TWO costumes
And made the rounds twice,
As if one giant bag of candy
Was never going to suffice.

Back at home we'd pour out our candy,
And then the bartering started.
Since I had two older brothers,
I was usually outsmarted.

Mom and Dad let us monitor
Our own candy stash,
And we survived the candy feast
Without a sugar crash.

Until I was fourteen years of age,
I'd never had a cavity,
Despite living in Candyland
In utter sugar depravity.

But I can still eat candy now
And not go trick-or-treating,
Though, granted, there are more nutritious
Foods that I should be eating.

- by Bob B
Carla Blaschka Jul 2015
We proposed for Witches Abroad on Broadway, a costume.
As a lure to students, orange and black candy.
Dancing at the prom, cell phones caught the ghouls.
This stretch of road was full of cool cats.
Unlucky ones were left on the side as skeletons.
We swept them clear with our broomsticks.

Our guns were not as brutal as broomsticks.
Bristles hid the ******* end, as if in costume,
No flesh, just skeleton.
Like bags of orange and black candy,
They were left, full of calico cat.
Our familiars, our friends, dinner for a ghoul.

They pulled at the ghoul,
In the hands of a witch, danger came by broomstick,
When ghouls snacked on cat,
In their orange and black fur costume,
Tasting sweet, like candy.
They beat them up and down, but they find another skeleton.

Them ghouls come faster, giving birth to others, another skeleton.
Vocalizing desire for black and white, red and yellow make orange, a ghoul,
Howls for student flavored candy.
A witch lays out one, then another with her broomstick,
Removing the face mask and costume.
Them that can, holler their outrage in cat.

Your *** was revealed in orange and black on a calico cat.
Females cooled themselves of ***, unwilling mates to a skeleton.
Once alive, copulating loudly, now in a death costume.
Walking upright, a neighborhood was destroyed by a ghoul.
Neighbors watched, a witch patrolled on a broomstick.
Your students were seen as human candy.

One wife beater had a juicy rind, sweet and soured candy.
At the dance, hors d’oeuvres were made of cat.
Shot forward, it can create a hole, can a broomstick.
Where stomachs used to be, a skeleton,
Death conquers all, no more ghoul.
One, now many properly attired for the Danse Macabre in costume.

I found an orange, as broomsticks cleaned Broadway of cat candy.
In my student costume and human face mask, my path is crossed by a cat.
It disappeared as if it never was, visible only to Death, a skeleton made by ghoul.
A Halloween Sestina
Don't believe her candy-coated lies, and
don't fall for the girl with candy apple eyes.

Her face is so sweet,
but her heart is sour
Good enough to eat,
Make a man dour.

She'll lick them full lips,
and charm you like that.
She'll shake them wide hips.
while you watch her strut.

Don't believe her candy-coated lies, and
don't fall for the girl with candy apple eyes.

You think she's tasty,
and you're 'bout to score.
But don't get hasty,
or you won't see more.

She'll leave you breathless,
and begging for more.
But you'll be sexless,
your face on the floor.

So don't believe her candy-coated lies, and
don't you dare fall for the girl with candy apple eyes.
It's here again
That feeling of doubt
I am at war with myself
I'm at the point of where I can't go back
Not this time I'm sorry
It's not you, It's me, is all I can say
Even my painted smile is fading
My mask is falling
I know you'll be there for me
But you know life is like flies
Friendship is born and it dies
It's like standing on the ledge
A breath away from spiraling downward
Past cotton candy clouds
I really don't mind this demise
My heart is flying
But my mind is dying
I know its to late but I want to start over
I'm going to rewrite the first page of my life
You know my mind could be fixed
But hell has a lullaby that is so calming
Come and fix me please
Play a game of doctor to fix my weeping soul
I don't believe my body could take another cut
What can I do?
It's here again
Doubt
I know this pain wont last
I know that this knife wont help
But to see the cotton candy clouds
Sweetens up the whole deal
But a hug just might help
One of flesh and blood
But once I get to close
I go spiraling down farther
Down to hells sweet lullaby
But this feeling
This feeling of doubt will go
It will go past cotton candy clouds
To a safer place
Past cotton candy clouds.
To those who understand what this means...
Elise Apr 2015
I was distracted from colors so bright
By the scrumptious cakes and chocolate bars
I walked through those doors, taffy past my height
Where I saw sweet teas and candy cigars

Bins filled with lollipops and gummy bears
Colorful gum ***** and chocolate coins
Chocolate dipped plums and delicious pears
Oh, how very sweet! The ache in my *****.

One man so strange tapped me on the shoulder
“Hello,” said the man, breath scented of smoke
“There is more candy out where it’s colder”
I follow him out. He hands me a coke.

But to my surprise, no candy outdoors.
In the trunk of his car and on all fours
It's about a child abduction somewhere in the 1930's or so
Cloudy Heart Jul 2017
You are my cotton candy dream
you're so sweet and soft
so gentle and full of this taste
this taste that always has me craving more
more of your cotton candy tongue that explores my body
leaves me breathless in an abundance of ways
you leave little sugar crumbs on my lips
as I taste them and fall more in love with you
your sweet cotton candy scent
that makes me weak in the knees
your sweet cotton candy taste
that fills my heart with a joy so indescribably amazing
you're such a desirable cotton candy dream
-M.A.
ZL Nov 2014
my love is like the hardest level
of candy crush.

you will never reach it
but for some,
it's worth the rush.

too much to handle,
too high to touch.
Iska Feb 2018
The false crisendo of your words
Grate against my every nerves.
Wandering round
With ****** feet
How many expectations
Have I failed to meet?

What more do you want
Of my sorry soul
When I cannot bring
My self to breath anymore?

So I watch your hopes
all tumbling down
It feels quite cold
Down here in the ground.
I'm sorry that I wasn't enough
I tried to be what you asked of me
But I didnt think it'd be So tough.

My weary bones creak and ache,
My wrist all burned and ******,
Can you not be quite just once for my sake?

I understand the gravity.
I know Im failing at life,
But you dig right in,
spreading the cavity,
How to ignore the strife?

Whispered arguments bleed through the walls
How much longer until we fall?
Through the floor straight down to hell
All because I could not tell.

Should I weep in pain,
And slave away,
To satisfy you're whimsical ways?
Should I sell my soul,
And bite my tongue,
Just to keep the wallet full?
But "your so young,
You've no excuse,
So bend your back,
Put those hands to use."

Welcome to life.
Put away your pain,
No time for strife,
No time for play,
Just nod you head,
Exit the stage,
And get a job,
So you'll be payed.

I'd sooner live a poor church mouse,
Then lose myself in persute of a house.
But no, I'll smile my candy grin,
And talk with sugar sweet.
Hide the weight of the pain,
So your expectations, I'll meet.
Some times it's just not enough.
I stared at the big blue cloud,
It was in my hands,
It was so blue that it depressed me
But it was only fluffy candy

I picked a piece from the cloud
I digested it with my eyes and soul,
It was the brightness to a child's life
It was my only happiness

You look at candy,
As sweetness to your life,
but to me it was more,
It was the only freedom I had in the world

I bit into the blue sweetness
As it dissolved in my mouth,
It dissolved my pain,
I was sure everything would be fine again

Then, when the cotton got stuck between my teeth,
So did my hopes and dreams.
I felt like a fool for believing
A fool for trying

A tear slid down my cheek
Making the candy bittersweet
No Cotton Candy can make it go away
Rewrite my story

When they fought and screamed,
I'd try find my happy place,
Eat my sweet Blue Candy,
And just pray it away

I've tried everything
Clovers to Rabbit's Feet,
But this heavenly cloud
was the only price to pay

If my life was all drunk and dead
Would it **** to find my demise-free zone
And just eat some Cloudy Candy instead?

If wishes came true,
With every bite I took
I would have father with me
A Mother to love me

I kept eating the candy though
Even if it didn't taste heavenly anymore
Tears kept streaming down with every bite
I kept the harshness inside

The faster I ate, the more it hurt,
I couldn't swallow the lumps in my throat,
The pain developed inside of me,
Like a tumour, I was a waste, never needed.

You eat all the Candyfloss in the world, it won't work.
It just sweetens the pain, lessens the hurt.
This is dedicated to two people. First, being Nicole Ann Osborn because she is the most amazing poet, to me. I look up to her, and please check her out, she's really good.

Second being Tawanda WT Mulalu, because he loves this poem and he's an amazing friend.  Check him out too, he's also a great poet.
Alex Hedly May 2014
The first time I saw you, you were eating candy
Which is ironic because you couldn't have been less sweet
The more I think about it,
The more I realize that you must have been eating sour patch kids
First they're sour
Then they're sweet
Then you so full of regret because you knew it wasn't good for you

The first time I talked to you, you told me I was beautiful
Which was pointless because clearly I wasn't as beautiful as her
I noticed you had an every-changing taste in candy
You must have also had an ever-changing taste in girls

You must have been full of jaw-breakers when I kissed you
Because you made mouth ache
Or maybe it was from the endless yelling
Nights I flossed with cotton candy
Wishing it would cause my teeth to rot and fall out
So I never had to speak to you again

But the truth is you were my candy
Rotting me from the inside out
And yet I thought you were so sweet
How could something so delicious be so bad for you?

You're still my guilty pleasure
I still sneak down at midnight to have a taste of you
You still melt in my mouth
Spreading addicting poison through my body
Giving me a sugar high
Making me think everything is sweet
Then letting me crash

You let me crash

Just like a candy man, you make me sick if I have too much
So I wrote this for my cousin who's going through some relationship problems
Livingdeadgirl Jan 2015
Sitting and reading
******* on a candy cane
Not paying attention to my surroundings
Twirling the candy cane in my mouth
I look up
A stranger is staring at me
I look back quizzically
I shrug my shoulders as he just stares
I turn back to my book and candy cane
I see him from my peripheral vision
He's still watching me
I notice he's looking at my mouth
I shrug inwardly
I have to turn the page
I let the candy cane hang in my mouth
I'm becoming enraptured
I take the cane out and lick my lips
I look at the end and see it has a sharp point
I smile and wave it in front of me like a sword
I turn back to my book and bite the sharp end off
The guy raised an eyebrow
He had a smile playing upon his lips
He seemed amused with me
I looked at him
I marked my place and went over to him
why are you staring at me?
He smiled playfully
do I need a reason, miss?
I shrugged my shoulders
I went and got my book
I walked out after paying for the coffee I had been drinking earlier
I smiled slightly as I kept ******* on my candy cane, thinking
'The people you meet in a coffee/book shop'
I kept walking, wondering why he was staring at me
This is all made up........though I do love reading and I AM ******* on a candy cane irl right now,lol :)............
Sam Hain Aug 2015
You know you've got a problem
    When candy is more than dandy—
When all you want is sugar,
    And start trading teeth for candy.

O.O
almat011 Mar 2019
Me pulls to you ..... so strongly attracted to you
color of your skin so ****, ******, and very attractive and beautiful
In my opinion you are the most beautiful in the all universe space, measurement, worlds
My compliments, the truth, and no there is no flattery. In my opinion, this is how looks the most beautiful girl in the world. You are a very beautiful girl. You're a very **** girl. You are perfect. You are a masterpiece. You phenomenon of beauty that can not be repeated. So juicy, so exotic. It seems to me that you have an amazing beauty. You are the most beautiful in the universe all the dimensions of all worlds, you are a supreme being supreme creation, the crown of evolution. You're beautiful melody of love. You are so beautiful, just magic.
You to the point attractive ****. What you want to do countless times having ***.
I only dream if only one your kisses that blossom my soul. And from the touch of your hands on my body, and your lustful-touch for my private parts. I only dream to merge with you forever, body and soul, I only dream of an eternal, continuous *** only with you alone. I only know one thing, that I will forever love only you
Only at your most beautiful, stripped the body, you want to watch and view forever.

Every cell and molecule of my body and my soul is overwhelmed with love only for you. I long to be your beloved husband for all eternity and all lives, and even after death

Do you desire, you are perfect. Soup-navel **** genius. Do you like the sound of "the sound of a roaring engine ****** smart cars": VUM) VUM) vuuuuuuuuoooooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmm) You paradise, you're mens happinesse. Easy, clean, gentle, heavenly delight. You dream of a lifetime. You're pretty unrealistic. On even to the extent to which she can be beautiful, it's just unbelievable. You are the best gift of fate. Before your powerful ****** charm simply irresistible. You're the most beautiful girl in the whole universe. It's a great, great. You luxurious gem. This delicate pearl skin, you sample the true human beauty and femininity. All the other girls compared to you quite simply uy) uy) uy) uy) uy), believe me you are very vip **** girl. Most also come up on the throne of honor honored the goddess, the great pedestal. Majestic music sounds, so subtly and sensitively praising your beauty for you. In your arms a man feels in the higher realms of pleasure. **** regal lioness. Graceful affectionately snarling tigress. Puff) bang) bang) bang) bang) mega glue your beauty kills all competitors by felling. Amazingly beautiful. Sultry, cool and ****-Mego. You are elite, you're a lux, you extra class Your beauty captivates the hearts of men. The queen of all men, divinely beautiful, majestic lady. **** kitten. Mens ******* myself in the pants, with excitement at the sight of you. My heart you certainly won. Imagine that you are on the sandy planet, and every speck of gold pure gold, these grains of sand, the golden thoughts about you and only about you. You stunned, and I from you noodle. You just incredible girl, unbelievable. You're a *** symbol. You is Brand, (dreaming about you) cool, greattbl, superebl. You're like a beautiful peacock, revealing to the people the infinite perfection of their external and internal beauty. Words gently kiss and hug. The outline playful. Queen of ardent passion, so a bit awe velvet body. You idol of femininity and nature ... anywhere in the world to find such a beautiful sight as yours, which is just crazy, captivating with their enchantments of love, and you can not escape from the past and it is impossible to pass, look pierces the tenderness of their feelings.
you thermonuclear *** bomb you lux extra class.
Your passionate gaze iceberg melt. A look of love, perfect beauty. You are an incredibly beautiful girl, you're a mega-explosion of a nuclear bomb.  Boooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmm), a brain explosion, demolition of all its rivals mega wave. Sweet, sweet as honey. You're sweeter than any candy. You have the talent to charm the guys for their beauty. Your beautiful image of a gentle heart overflows with love for you. Goddess of all men. You are the most gentle in the world. You are wonderful. You as a model in these photos. Original and stylish. Pretty number one in the world. You like to radiate special energy of love and pulling for you. With you all the time you want to be, always and forever. With no one way can not be as good as you. You are infinitely deep and beautiful as the universe itself. Because it is simply not possible. After all, you're stylish, cool, cool. As you have all that is in the ideal image of a woman. Fantastically beautiful. Moon Flower, gently shimmering in the sunlight. How beautiful are your eyes, like a mermaid I want to plunge back to see you sitting on his throne, beautiful creature mermaid her voice beckons you, only your arms, I shall find eternal rest. Awesome adhesive modest. I can not believe my own eyes, how beautiful you are.  you like cream with chocolate .... same tender .... sweet ...... "Your charm charms as analgesia. Do you use it perfectly. Beautiful eyes look like hypnosis. Such a nice warm look. Concealing in itself a treasure of delicate beauty. Infinite height. from that soars from the love of you soul. I like your figure beautiful nymph ... I conquered your soft intriguing, mysterious look ... marvelous sweet charm tempts and drags a.
You are my sweet dream.
I give myself to you forever.
Your loyalty and sincere love.
That's all I want.
You only one I ever want.
You are my love, my fondest wish.
Your photo makes me so *****
I wait from you of reciprocity and understanding.
My word is my tongue that gently caresses your skin and soul.
Gentle and sweet flesh of thy nothing in this universe is not.
Hot passion of your reality in this I do not find.
My words and my eyes tell you only one thing.
The best you never find.
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quietly and timidly say that the only one you love. Without you, life is impossible. You're perfect, you're Suite) glossy, glamorous cute Moore) Moore) Cutie) Ya) ya) dastish fantastish) perfecto) shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiik) You just mmmmmmmmmmm). This sweeeet) beautifuuuuuuuuul) well just aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh) pass out of love for you. Being with you is the continuous buzz, yummy relish) you so photo-film ****-genic photogenic, for movie movie-genic, urrrrrr). We humbly bow to your greatness, great, beautiful goddess, you are perfection. You cool muse, you're cool motif gives your beautiful image of a mega positive, you're a real Kulnev neo) neo) creative, "you're a real jackpot, juicy freshshshshshshsh)" you're the main leitmotif of this world, you're center of the world, a great Bagheera, the pearl of the world. Yes it's true because I think you only one I admire. The idol of all idols, the goddess of all goddesses. Take my word, because it's all true, and I sincerely hope that you give me at least not much pleased. Chorus: "You're **** Bugatti, Maserati best, fastest Ferrari, Pagani elegant. You stylish Bentley, luxury lambordizhni, royal Rolls Royce, wonderful noise voice, only for a cool boys ", voo tyzh) bad, whip. Your extraterrestrial beauty in a nutshell is this: "beautiful and saucily". And I long to see your gentle green light. abruptly, clearly, accurately, rarely smooth, sweet, stylish, strong, powerful, precise, transcripts, honorable. When you're near everything it is not important, so slow and so pointless. Great, great, grand girl yooo) Great, great, grand girl yooo) Great, great, grand girl yooo) ...... Yop) Thank you exist, let sit next to you, take my word for all this is not flattery, be your this is such a great honor, but this is a boon to any man, veeeest) Because you are the most cherished love and the dream of every man. Oooo) Olya-la-la **** figure in this world only you. All attention is focused only on you, everything pales in comparison around with you, and I want to be next only to you, but you pridnalezhat one. You are luxuriously best bust, sweet with sweet lips and mega **** predatory gaze from his amorous feelings rage, my wash only about you say, look what they do to me from the love of you are doing, your beautiful image on forever in itself charms shining, inspires, subordinates, intoxicating. **** goddess. Number one in the world. My low bow only to you) worship only you) Uffffffff) When you're around, getting hot, bright, nice, snip) snip) Vuoks) as a flamethrower let go the flame of his fine feelings, heart pounding more often you zhzhosh not for children, I want to see often, so sultry, beautiful, navel-soup finally, uhhhhhhhhhhh) love is so strong that even begins to hurt the heart. Luxury queen of all parties and catwalks, you unattainable pinnacle, all societies, beeeem) cupid shot of powerful magnum, oooo) complete demolition of all reason, can not hear anything except for you, and now can be seen, only you feel now just you and I I think that I was created just for you. Thank you, thank you, that drew on this as I am. For you, this is only for you, but it's all for you, all for you. I suffer, expect all the time I love you. You're the most desirable woman in the world. Epic, lyric, simpotichnaya) You're beautiful in everything in this world, only you're beautiful. You are endowed with charismatic energy inexplicably beautiful charm ... .ihi) ...... Mochi-mochi-mochi, manenko, manenko, manenko such mainka, mainka, krasotulechka, slyadkaya-slyadkaya girl Lapushka, adorable, cutie, baby, cute flower, candy, umnichka, bird, swallow, Rybonka, kitten, sun-golden-favorite-of-the-most-expensive, good-natured as fluffy hare .................. 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So serene, so peaceful and quiet, static, nice and smooth, their places of origin is not in the universe, the soul like a light cloud in the sky hovering, always remembers you, you my love gives. The rays of your love life shines gently nurtures and warms, under your angel wings minds gradually falls asleep. A truly happy life does not happen without you. Next to you, my soul is in heaven remains, and only you, only one truly trusts. Your personality is loud, cool, beautiful, unique. Loud) loud) loud) You're a valuable copy of human beauty tadts-tadts-tadts) tadts-tat) tadts-tat) tadts-tat) uooo) uooo) uooo) tadts-tadts-tadts) tadts-tat) tadts-tat) tadts -tat) uooo) uooo) uooo) oooooo) you higher hooooootest bella mamasita, so moschnobl) with you all the time you want to be srochnobl) tochnobl) you're so cute, I love devotedly, furiously and fanatically. All zabyvaetsya around when you're around, captivated by your unique gentle gaze. Diamond beautiful, deep sapphire, stratsno rubirno, amazing emerald, pearl cute, I was very hooked, very surprised, so beautiful that a tear struck, and tenaciously for his soul took in your deep beautiful distance afield, was happily and easily, and suddenly the shower glittered and blossomed. One only makes your **** look and feel embarrassed blush. See how I want to enjoy it. It makes harder and harder to fall in love with you, I want to again and again appear near you, and never to say goodbye to you, and do not give up when you're around wants to smile with happiness, and you always stay on. Soft) soft) soft) How marvelous your gentle eyes, a beautiful shine, so deep beautiful color, hi) and the lips gifted hot, passionate force, like a sweet juicy berry, shine sweet tender crumb precious shine temptation, fantasy) romantic) ****** ) to you so goes the lipstick) gentle, spectacular pretty perfect) yes) so accurately) not lying, exactly) so refined, so perfect it all, only you, you can safely say all envious yeeeah) baa) baa) beeeee) each part of your body, is true, unattainable, infinitely ****, perfectly gospodstvennoe, divine perfection, which is the business card of your wonderful personality, a genuine sample of the sweet candy, delight, joy. You are an ideal model for the most famous, the channels, magazines, you have the sweetest voice in the world, so it is ideal in television and radio broadcast, a perfect icon of the media, the beautiful goddess of the VIP, I think so. And only love and honor. You are the most precious value in this universe. Heart and love is boundless open and so clean and perfect for you, all I say is not in vain, my love for you is a whole universe dedicated to you. You are beautiful in every way, so different, so special, your presence, gives a special feeling of harmony and peace, you are like a hot flaming fire of love and creation. Bright spark your feelings enliven, inspire. You are like a breath of life, fresh, cold water, your nature is so beautiful, so deep. Your acts as the earth itself give rise to life. You merry wind of freedom, infinitely great, free, you are giving hope and life, really need you like the air. Ooty) Ooty) Ooty) multi-billion-dollar celebrity babe, baby on triliard. I give you a well-deserved medals: for the record for the beauty of the world, a record for the entire beauty of the universe, the medal: in the beauty of a well-deserved
Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich
Barry Comer Feb 2010
Green mint breath,with a predator’s thirst,her hot steamed plunder,spanked to affection;some candy man love.Her tom-tom palms,such smooth pony thighs;candy requires perfection,ride, boy ride.The monkey house screams,call it a wild girl whisper,her hot scripted words;I believe in love.Candy riders, where’s this going?Going to slaughter,touching her thighs;riding the animal slide.My candy girl,little steamed fluffer,she sweats warm venom;I feel her love.You’re pretty slow, if you still don’t know.It’s called taste of the savage,for ponys and monkeys,a sweet attraction;for candy boy love.She was hired to please,to guard, above the knee.You got it now.It was ‘62 and I was hot.2010 Barry Comer
almat011 Jul 2019
Hipper juicy, mega **** sweet candy

Oh God, so ****. Hipper juicy, mega sweet candy. Delightfully beautiful. I am uncontrollably drawn to you ultra powerfully. When you walk in front of me, this is a mega juicy and beautiful and very sexually exciting, seductive dance of **** buns. You are the most **** ****** dope of my mind and heart. I want you with all my heart, every night all night long flight. Your kiss is a powerful energetic, this is my strongest addiction.
*** with you is the embrace of true love. You're just super ****, too beautiful. Every second, when I see you, I think to myself: wow, just woooooooooooooooow, ooooooh yeaaaaaah, so hot well, just auch, toooooo much ****.
I can upload a lot of your photos into the computer and watch all day long for a slide show, and watch with great pleasure and just admire. All the compliments from all the universes just for you. I am in love with you over super ultra turbo mega, supa dupa powerfully. You are my ultra powerful *** attraction, your only passion, a powerful obsession with you.
When you are close to me, I’m supposed to be delighted, it’s like a multi powerful ******* vibratory pulsating sensation in my soul, when I touch you and embrace tenderly, kissing it is just indescribable pleasure, all this is mixed with true love, joy and true happiness. Time stands still as everything except you is not important, you are the only value of my eternity and eternity with you - this is heaven on earth. You awaken in me a hard ****** hunger because you are very appetizing, charming delicacy, chic dessert.
Luxurious, **** chocolate color of your soft skin , hypper juicy and sweet, hipper juicy candy . Than blacker the skin, the sweeter and juicier. Unbearably **** and beautiful. Mega ***** sweet dream is like an ****** jazz melody, a prelude to hot ***. I give you my ***** universal size, infinite amount of likes.
Than more I look at you, than more I'm falling in love you and get *****. On such as you can with great pleasure to look for ages, day and night for days on flight. You have powerful *** magnetism. The movements of your luxurious body is aesthetic erotica. The more I look at you, the more I fall in love. The blacker the skin, the hotter and hotter and torrid it is, the heat of passion emanates from it. You are synonymous with torrid *** and delightfully beautiful passion of romance. When your sweet skin is in sweat, it plays with the bright tinges of the eloquent colors of aesthetics with the highest form of seducing a very powerful temptation gently falling in love with yourself. I am quite clearly aware of how beautiful you are to the extent that beautifully illuminates the day and how it beautify
the night. Only you awaken in me a powerful unquenchable hunger for ***. My libido seems to be grilled like barbecue meat.
You are my sweet dear masterpiece of the universe juicy candy I will love so strongly others will just be jealous. It is difficult to believe in your existence that there can be such a beautiful girl. Gentle sensual chocolate is a supremely royal shade of luxury. Everything that is connected with a beautiful sweet, sweet and touching is associated with you. You are a beautiful girl to tears. You are too sweet like a sugar and so sweet and cute. I have powerfull love and *** addiction to you is even more than anything else.
Your love is the most invaluable and most valuable phenomenon in the universe.
Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich
Tashea Young Sep 2019
As she is Feeling worthy,
She takes the journey
With Eyes wide shut; in truth ever so blindly
Embracing her spirituality Divinely

She Rises As Peek of the Day At High Noon
She’s In tune
Like the Sun in rotation to the 28 phases of the moon
She’s in tune as summer in the month of June
Just as a flower in its fullest bloom
She’s in tune
As the skin embracing the molecules of perfume
She’s in tune
Just as a baby in the mother’s Womb
Just waiting to be born soon
She’s uses Art of Divination
Shes sees Life/God in all of Creation
She self heals through crystals, spiritual baths and mediation
Her Aura is that of roses, poetry, and galaxies
She pulls one in with her defiant rules of gravity
Draws one closer with her celestial cavity
She’s cosmic candy
Some may say They call her the Milky Way Because around her even the stars feel safe enough to come out and play
She’s a whole vibe,  the rhythm of reggae
She’s life one breathes into their airway
She’s paradise’s secret highway
She’s Cosmic Candy
She’s As beautiful as watching the chaotic grace of a Star burst  to me
Her spirit is wild and free as the unknown depths of the sea
Speaking aesthetically,
she is truth So heavenly
She is Cosmic Candy

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