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Nathalie Anna Jun 2014

Martyr

Like a captive, I capture rapture wrapping around stakes that matter
Joan of Arc battered
Also tattered but, easily dismissive
Refracted from fractured prominent phrases people play with
Distinctly persuasive and evasive, dressed boyishly attractive, lax stature, dawning armor crafted by absence as if asked about it-
I’m drifted
Protection is principle prerequisite, when fire is lit
I sort of implore your aorta before it’s incinerated to ashes
Dethatched as a habit, with swords or hatchets crafted to singe heartstrings that attached it
While I slash slick Rick as a quick fix,
To fend for pretend pretenses or presumed tricks,
I can’t quit
Cause I hit lips against hash spliffs fashioned with dashes of passion all while rationing fireball cinnamon sips
Martyr to avoidance
I gaze at fabled dazed gossipers galvanizing grips on gritty grapevines while licking warning labels through smoke haze on blurred lines
Capably unstable
Other eyes attending scandal circles able to shout lies and rekindle handed arguments on tables with locked smiles stay boxed in
Avidly amiable
Searching for counterparts when combusted or branded
Toying with matches loses meaning when rules reseed
Those vagabonds claim love is some all end hard bent to mend what the same above can’t comprehend.
Breaking boredom, I pillage pillows with night terrors
And ardent arsonists yearn for flames that churn, turn, liquefy and learn learned thoughts and smoldered feelings
Completely complacent
Melting in one another they are completing each other like two candles tryst true at a wedding day
However later the blaze is severed, smoke sears, and charred black wick stands alone for them.
Aggressive and progressive.
As for me never pleading, fire forever fleets to streets between iron bars I built that cage in deep heat and seep dire dreams once desired
Suppose I’m a skeptic
Roasted or disconnected
Just jaded, just met you
Always over it too soon
Burnt but I’m amused.
I’m useful.

#love #poem #sad #life #death #martyr #joanofarc #antilovepoem

Yenson Aug 2018

THIS AIN'T REAL.........

Yo..brother.....brothers.....BROTHERS
Hear me now
The time has come for us to talk
You all say 'KEEP IT REAL'
So lets talk and keep it real

So tell me you all, please tell me
What's ******* real with you all knifing each other
What's real with taking someone's life
What's real with being crazed and stupid
What's real with losing a future and ruining your life
What's real with doing time in jail and forever marked a killer

This ain't no Macho ****, this ain't no cool nothing
No! man, this ain't no macho ****, this ain't no cool NOTHING ****
Look around you, where does it states that killing another is cool
If you're blood thirsty and wanna fight, why not go join the army
At least you learn discipline and acquire some other useful skills
And if you're still ******, you can do all the killing you want and get a ******* medal for it, if your ****** *** makes it through.

Yeah, we all know its tough out there.
We know its not easy being a brother, we know there are obstacles
We know there are limited opportunities
We know there are those that don't like us
We know nobody really give a **** about some of us
We know whatever, whatever
But nothing justifies us killing each other

21st Century, we know we are humans like everybody else
We say we are free, we have freedom in a civilized society
Think brothers and look closely, who is really free
No one, you are only free within the ******* dictates of the society
That means behave like a civilized person and they leave your *** alone
Any thing else, you get the ******* chains right back around your neck
And prison and ruination becomes your ******* Cotton field
That is the greatest affront and betrayal to all our Ancestors
Who never had a choice and ******* suffered immeasurably

Brother, hear me, you gotta find and know that real freedom is in the mind, real power comes from the mind, your ******* brain.
A trained MIND, a brain that works capably and efficiently
A brain that knows its not about Macho posturing
Or beating the ******* system or trying to have something for nothing, or chasing the quick buck or ******* about

Its the brain that thinks and refuses to accept that
Saying SICK doesn't mean something is good
Saying WICKED doesn't mean something is impressive
saying DOPE doesn't mean something is 'the business'
Man, how can you buy into all that ****
How can you allow yourself to be programmed that negativity means something positive and good.
With that mindset is it any wonder brothers are now shooting and knifing each other.

No brothers, its about getting a trained mind, being a responsible member of the ******* society, its about hard graft, forgoing some things, caring about others, being an inspiration to the younger ones, respecting women and each other and ****** suffering if it comes to it, because in life sometimes, it comes to it, but a trained mind will help you through **** and moreover you get to ****** sleep easy at night, knowing you ain't got no payback coming

So brothers...forgive me if I've said too much, I am not judging and I do appreciate its hell out there, its just that we are all tired of hearing another ****** is now six feet under. A poor mother cries again, a father wonders what he did wrong, a wife cries for a lost love, a brother or sister misses a sibling for ever a poor child is left without a father. Somewhere tonight a MOTHER is weeping bitter tears, she carried you for nine uneasy months, nurtured and loved you, now you are gone, stabbed to death by another brother, why are we doing this to our MOTHERS?

Come on, brothers, lets start getting with the page
LETS START KEEPING IT REAL..........

Mateuš Conrad Mar 2016

cut off the eyelids with the ******* to get m.g.m.

puffing out smoke like the entangling of long hair
with my portable hookah of acid apple palette experienced;
then eyelid the softest skin the warm puff puff experienced
when unable to see the gaseous
entangle of thus compared:
cut off the eyelids and become
serpents, rather than circumcising
exchanging loss of masculine
additives with excess of feminine
pin points of skin like the bloating
of the throat: larynx region with a thyroid
cancer bubbling and blubbering:
circumcise and make men eagerly warring...
and women prone to consecrate approval
as if dreaming... a naked sword without a sheath...
but instead of circumcision, the cutting off *******...
cut the eyelids! what then? i'd begin revision
of man by cutting off the eyelids rather than the *******!
**** me, why not both?! cut the eyelids
and cut the *******, then narrate what excesses of
womankind are worth disregarding:
feminine ******* and perverted religion,
hey, excess skin of man was the culprit once,
now the woman's chance to equate kippah with
a monk's hairstyle, with her own slit of
niqab and postbox of forcing through a hole
as narrow / as tight so that an object capably sat on
can be delivered.

Galbraith Frase Dec 2017

"Plum Lips"

Purple and gradient
Notice the track of confusion?
Pressured and impatient
A path of endless conclusions

Bulletproof smirks and laughter
Triggering words of slumber
Sympathetic type of daughter
Less chances of buried happily ever afters

Unfinished sentences
Unspoken truths
Lack of confidence
Damaged youth

Tolerance of taking advantage
Scalps of pure insanities
Risking the removal of its personal privilege,
Her outer-space speaks Anxiety

Double jointed decision
Doctor's orders to always take permission,
Tied tongue to clasp the farewell
But formal speeches did not seem to go well

Alphabet traces drifted to the hole of her skull,
Plum lips bruised with a violet and violent scar,
For the surroundings became capably dull,
Everyone is forever ready to **** an innocent heart

Anxiety attacking but totally fine :)

#plumlips #bruises #purples #violets

wordvango May 2015

I would were a choice given

be me a meteor more than a comet
the dust I get allergic to my eyes would aggravate
me into the stratosphere there in orbit might I be stratasphotic
glimmering in vacuums

go here or there thrown to Jupiter
wrap around Venus just miss her globes as i shoot across the
atmosphere find my trajectory is nowhere

burned up in the sun or the cold of outer reaches no telescope able to capably resolve me? I choose to be a moon, then of Venus or Pluto.

Ganesha Michael Shapiro May 2017

The architect of mind

now i know the difference
between the darkness and the light
as featureless women
become a formless sea
of instant gratification
is this the medicine i seek
these trials and tribulations
are tripping me up
every which way i reach
i feel you after me
never quite on time
we always run behind

i am dancing in flaming spirals
a feather high up in a tree
i am a shepherd and i am a chief
i am the river, the mountain and the sea
life gets hectic and full of noise
in the confusion we reach out for toys
to anchor us to reality
yet it never works
these childish games remain shallow
and keep us narrowly awake
barely alive
what a dismal dive
into lakes of cold liquid
refreshed by the water and the ice
our humanity survives

i love singing
and playing guitar
every day for an hour or two
i meditate and release my heart
in the rhythm of our future
the past is never far behind
i am positive we will be just fine
as music soothes savages
it also refines our minds
and gives us our carriages
so that we can fly
i am forever grateful
to that universal architect
who so capably designed
all of these amazing rides
whose daily blueprints are engraven
in the inky darkness betwixt the stars

Ganesha Michael Shapiro May 2017

Stars in your eyes

i love singing and playing guitar
every day for an hour or two
i meditate and release my heart
in the rhythm of our future
the past is never far behind
and i am positive we will be just fine
as music soothes savages
it also refines our minds
and gives us our carriages
so that we can fly
i am forever grateful
to that universal architect
who so capably designed
all of space and time
in which we truly do abide
and whose daily blueprints
are engraven in the inky darkness
betwixt and between the very likeness
of a galaxy of stars in your eyes

Naeema Abdelgawad Jan 2020

The happiness of loss

I’m happy dear that you have gone;
Losing you is the greatest fun.
Out of my life you should always be;
Your face, I don’t like again to see.
With all your ugliness leave my brain;
In my life you have been a stain.
I’ve never thought leaving you was possible;
Meeting you was truly horrible.
Respect your decision and keep away;
Please, never try to anymore stay.
Expelling you was more than witty;
Keeping you was out of pity.
My patience grew a flimsy shell;
That easily got broken when tenderly fell.
The lesson you capably gave me
Was to easily decide to flee.
Dear, to you I am truly grateful.
The consequences of pity were awful.

Joseph Fernandez Oct 2023

YESTERDAY GONE, TOMORROW NOW HERE

Living in the present,
but dwelling on the past.
Conducive to making our life any longer last?

Once given our fervent prayer of pleas, are they possible again to retrieve?
Are not our errors of yesterday better left in his trustworthy reprieve?

If yesterday is gone why continue to live there?
Why do we carry on sentencing ourselves, and over and over, us rip and tear?

Convicted or exonerated!
Though we are impotent in these extreme terms we everyday constantly them ponder…
With what right to judge ourselves or anyone else, is that not within his sole  jurisdiction, to capably conquer?

The future is brighter when fully trusting his merciful forgiving ability.
Lest we forget he truly understands our inherent fragility...

Yesterday gone, tomorrow now here.
Let's take this fresh opportunity to fully incline our willing hearts, and to his compassionate standards, wholly adhere...

J.I.F.

Lamentations 3:22,23
22 It is because of Jehovah’s loyal love that we have not come to our finish, For his mercies never end.  23 They are new each morning; your faithfulness is abundant.

Psalms 146:3,4
3 Do not put your trust in princes Nor in a son of man, who cannot bring salvation.  4 His spirit goes out, he returns to the ground; On that very day his thoughts perish.

Proverbs 3:5
5 Trust in Jehovah with all your heart, And do not rely on your own understanding.

Psalm 103:14
14 For he well knows how we are formed, Remembering that we are dust.

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Psalm 103:14 is many times misunderstood.
Would anyone build a structure, like a house, out of dust?

No, because dust is a (fragile) substance.

Jehovah remembers, and never forgets that we are fragile, and lovingly deals with us according to our well understood makeup.

He certainly gave us an extraordinary example as to how we should interact with all others, especially our young children.

Philippians 2:3,4
3 Do nothing out of contentiousness or out of egotism, but with humility consider others superior to you,  4 as you look out not only for your own interests, but also for the interests of others.

David Hilburn Dec 2019

Just What Is A Hero Anyway, Dead Cities?

Loaned a tomorrow, without us...?
Tarry and avoidance, if our guilt...?
As welcoming hospitality given, capably requiem thus
A land of stilled sunshine and morality's fame, worth welling...

Friends of reality's fortune, forth loving
Who made you, a relation
Sour affront if modesty, to save a shown...
Cloud, the time of its life, when severity knows an intuition...?

Professed...?
Sense for a runner's course, in jaundiced or jaded eyes we bloom...
Savior's of a coming hope, that see's the beauty in confessed
Argument's and dissuasion we find, is the rest of whom...?

Until a rational few, has seen the rain...
Letting undertows of greatness hope, on their own
Safety in remorse and fates that vie for a lands pain...
The role of variety of itself, and the count of integrity won...

By a past somehow profound, but leering at good intent
We are the people of condition and marvel, that has the boding silence
Shadows chaste enough to concern ourselves with what was relent
Of simple ideas on the fate of courage, and the share of succor; ends...

Space, the immodest final frontier, and am's rainbow made truth overt...

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