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"cocern" poems
They scream, shout and swear To emphasize an emptiness of cocern Which includes a compliment Uttered thus in blank verse That effects in ambigious contradictions To sustain a wave of insult and injury In obscure fragmentation of mind That replicates an abundance of inrigue Where plausible reason is not made possible For the expression of strenuous protest That would secrete itself with morbid indulgence Upon the tongues of others to command a strange silence Like that shouted by the seeker of an Apocalypse
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Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 3:58 PM UTC
Very, Very, Manic Street Preachers
Like a rebel I flee from exquisite fate of deception, Neither a knight of a night nor no day by both, Watch brave man knows neither sun nor moon, Slavering From conveyors, chisel and shovels, Victimized of labor with a distraction to ultimate Prize, while the politicians Serves through favor Adjudication, feeding the Masters of the game, Who strike at dawn till gloom, silence predators, Animals, strike down, seizing, killing and ignoring The Yelling, pushing the agenda of 1985 speech, Using the Nelson Mandela image with the Big 5 as their Lucky charm, to muting Africa’s consciousness Wisdom for our freedom, detaining our brains in Chains to keep their game on, I resign from their Design, using us against us to build their golden castle To live us so cold in a Convoy at their feet
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 10:09 AM UTC
TO WHOM IT MAY COCERN
TO WHOM IT MAY COCERN Run Run Run, I seek you hide You shriek the sight of you, one reckless move I find you, dragging you in my snuggle, Like a swirling wind Tosses fallen grass, you know no guilty or remorse, believes Conscience, rules and law, domain in pain and fear, The exquisite music of life and death, heart of a rock They call me the cremator. Known By the name prince of darkness Run Run Run, I seek you hide You shriek the sight of you, one reckless move I find you, giving you all the rationalities for your devotion, Tailing and nailing every last of your kind unto my dish, Tossing you to the realm of doom and gloom though My intent to you has never been ideationally
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 5:30 AM UTC
to whom it may concern