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"continuos" poems
Escupe gente que  no tienen ereccion y lamen constituciones congeladas ! Escupe la falsa historia de las calles ! Escupe la cabeza del poder ! Escupe comerciantes de sustancias , las sotanas de la oscuridad y santos Zares ! Escupe dioses falsificadores y templos de atontamiento ! Escupe el preparan ballonetas y intelectuales militaristas ! Escupe los Nobel de la paz y dictatores Nobelistas ! Escupe primeros de Mayo vendidos y lamentos espias ! Esupe al anfitrion de los pueblos para que no levante cabeza ! Escupe relojes despertadores que te guian a la tristeza ! Escupe a los que duermen tranquilos en la noche y suenan viajes a Marte ! Escupe la Camora de alcahuetes abogados al fiscal que te escupe alos ojos y te manda al numero 60 de la pandilla ! Al salario de hambre y al multilado esperma de tu emleador escupe ! Escupe la invisible cara de la luna ! Escupe la libertad que te proparsionan Salvadores ! Escupe la poetica antologia que vomitase este poema mio ! Escupe los 47 anos de tu poeta como lehan escupido durante 47 anos continuos los ratas capitalistas !
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Feb 25, 2012
Feb 25, 2012 at 6:26 AM UTC
ESCUPE ...
Después de que la noche al fin duerme las incoherencias imprudente del día tú, te acercas susurrando a mis oídos : te deseo tanto!- Sé que te mueres de ganas de poseerme lo noto en tus ojos en el pulso delicioso de tu cuello en el roce de tus sudorosas manos maestras cuando acarician mis caderas insolentes de continuos estallidos. Mía es tu carne amor, lo fue antes, lo es ahora Soy la única que conoce tu cuerpo de memoria la única que lo navega entera sin zozobrar nunca la única que sabes que no dejarás que naufrague en confusos oleajes Adoro cuando me bebes entera y entre mi falda juguetea tu aliento. Tú me sacias con tu experiencia eres mi delicioso bohemio atrevido amante de mis pezones que despiertan cuando suave los muerdes. Ven amor, ya sabes que tu piel es mi locura Ven que mi sangre hierve al ver tu pene hinchado y apurado ven cariño y clava tu lanza ardiente entre mis piernas que ya están abiertos y humedos los capullos de mi flor. No sabes como venero tu cuerpo navegante gimiendo y gozando cuando te cabalgo. Amor, es en tus ojos donde puedo ver como te pierdes del mundo entero como te pierdes acabado en mì. Y te gozo lento te hechizo te blasfemo y te conjuro antes de que mi boca comience el descenso. Hoy tu marea está de fiesta danzando apetitoso sobre mi lengua. Que bello honor es recibir tus gotas de diamante perla sobre mì. AZUL STRAUSS MARKUART TITULO :Gotas de Diamante Perla Poema: Texto completo.] Autora :Azul Strauss M 18 de Mayo del 2015 BUENOS AIRES.ARGENTINA ©Copyright –Derecho de Autor Reservado _ Expediente nº EGXU-ZLQN-2W3E-96U2/1102180341429 Dirección Nacional de Derecho de Autor, República Argentina Protegido por OMPI y el Tratado internacional de Suiza sobre derechos de autores
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Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 12:44 AM UTC
GOTAS DE DIAMANTE PERLA
Después de que la noche al fin duerme las incoherencias imprudente del día tú, te acercas susurrando a mis oídos : te deseo tanto!- Sé que te mueres de ganas de poseerme lo noto en tus ojos en el pulso delicioso de tu cuello en el roce de tus sudorosas manos maestras cuando acarician mis caderas insolentes de continuos estallidos. Mía es tu carne amor, lo fue antes, lo es ahora Soy la única que conoce tu cuerpo de memoria la única que lo navega entera sin zozobrar nunca la única que sabes que no dejarás que naufrague en confusos oleajes Adoro cuando me bebes entera y entre mi falda juguetea tu aliento. Tú me sacias con tu experiencia eres mi delicioso bohemio atrevido amante de mis pezones que despiertan cuando suave los muerdes. Ven amor, ya sabes que tu piel es mi locura Ven que mi sangre hierve al ver tu pene hinchado y apurado ven cariño y clava tu lanza ardiente entre mis piernas que ya están abiertos y humedos los capullos de mi flor. No sabes como venero tu cuerpo navegante gimiendo y gozando cuando te cabalgo. Amor, es en tus ojos donde puedo ver como te pierdes del mundo entero como te pierdes acabado en mì. Y te gozo lento te hechizo te blasfemo y te conjuro antes de que mi boca comience el descenso. Hoy tu marea está de fiesta danzando apetitoso sobre mi lengua. Que bello honor es recibir tus gotas de diamante perla sobre mì. AZUL STRAUSS MARKUART TITULO :Gotas de Diamante Perla Poema: Texto completo.] Autora :Azul Strauss M 18 de Mayo del 2015 BUENOS AIRES.ARGENTINA ©Copyright –Derecho de Autor Reservado _ Expediente nº EGXU-ZLQN-2W3E-96U2/1102180341429 Dirección Nacional de Derecho de Autor, República Argentina Protegido por OMPI y el Tratado internacional de Suiza sobre derechos de autores
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I know I cannot have your sympathy I just ask you to understand The truth is I understand the land But I'm tired of standing under another man Only to be perfectly misunderstood purposely Inside of my ferociousness It's hurting me Because I know there's always a start, but never an end Have you ever fought a continuos fight that you can never win? You can never understand
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Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 3:55 AM UTC
Emergency
It is easy to get Distracted with So many things That are going On today in This quickening Pace that we set Ourselves on Sometimes our Own minds can Become deafening In the silence as We try to control Our to understand The very thoughts That keep flowing Into our heads It can be hard to Step away from The eternal chatter In our minds and The eternal chatter Of the day until It feels like one Continuos noise That threatens to Drive you insane We have to be quiet To listen to that still Small voice inside That still small Voice that tells Us everything Will be ok and That leads us Where we need To go and it Is ultimately That still small Voice that lets You know and Reminds you of Your worth and Your beauty that Is lying inside and Gives you that Strength when You need to make It just one more day And when your Reserves are running Thin just listen to that Still small still voice And you will feel That inner calm And peace and Strength returning If you just be still And be quiet and Let the world Pass you by
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Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 10:32 AM UTC
Deafening
The night is here and the wind is slightly rushing at our entrances; although, inside the climate has it's differences. In between the thermostat providing warmth, dimmed vision, television illuminating our faces, cinnamon scents floating through the vents, my arms are imprinted from your sudden firm grips. It's my lap you sit as we watch continuos scenes of outburst, followed by your hysterical vocal siren. Unsure if this movie is actually getting scary or if its because the Hennessy mixed apple cider is wearing. As the fallen leaves picks up by the breeze I can hear growing alerts of "trick or treat", which happens to be the most exciting sight of your night. Seeing you so enthused by the little costumes, loving how well you are with the young; therefore, it's blissful to witness you having so much subtle fun. Temporarily able to shut ourselves back inside and it is obvious that the gusts have been having it's way with your bun. Reposition as "Netflix and chill" get back real. You get your last shivers out as you find shelter for your arctic feet. Took us a couple of tries to agree on what's comfortable, finally. Now I'm back to supporting your marshmallow like body in my tightened arms when I'm stricken by this rush of paradise. The feeling of triumph, due to being able to give you what you ultimately asks of me. You didn't know you'll be spending nights like this with your superhero dressed in a white T-shirt and grey sweatpants. The uniform that none of the candy seeking children glorifies; however, they don't know how high I jumped, how hard I stomped, how straight I punched and how fast I had to run to save you from all those jokers.
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Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 11:58 PM UTC
Fall is Back
The night is here and the wind is slightly rushing at our entrances; although, inside the climate has it's differences. In between the thermostat providing warmth, dimmed vision, television illuminating our faces, cinnamon scents floating through the vents, my arms are imprinted from your sudden firm grips. It's my lap you sit as we watch continuos scenes of outburst, followed by your hysterical vocal siren. Unsure if this movie is actually getting scary or if its because the Hennessy mixed apple cider is wearing. As the fallen leaves picks up by the breeze I can hear growing alerts of "trick or treat", which happens to be the most exciting sight of your night. Seeing you so enthused by the little costumes, loving how well you are with the young; therefore, it's blissful to witness you having so much subtle fun. Temporarily able to shut ourselves back inside and it is obvious that the gusts have been having it's way with your bun. Reposition as "Netflix and chill" get back real. You get your last shivers out as you find shelter for your arctic feet. Took us a couple of tries to agree on what's comfortable, finally. Now I'm back to supporting your marshmallow like body in my tightened arms when I'm stricken by this rush of paradise. The feeling of triumph, due to being able to give you what you ultimately asks of me. You didn't know you'll be spending nights like this with your superhero dressed in a white T-shirt and grey sweatpants. The uniform that none of the candy seeking children glorifies; however, they don't know how high I jumped, how hard I stomped, how straight I punched and how fast I had to run to save you from all those jokers.
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I know I shouldn't be scared of you I know I shouldn't double check the locks on the doors and windows every night It doesn't do anything You always find a way in You slither into my room Invading my thoughts You keep my up at night I used to stay up to keep you away You used to be afraid of the light But now you're not afraid of anything So I'm afraid of everything I used to be indifferent Apathetic But the constant loss of sleep And the continuos unbearable stress has made me grind my teeth again My canines are almost flat And maybe that's why you're not afraid of me anymore I am no longer a threat I'm barely a person and you're not helping Go back to juvie because I can't Deal won't your drug anymore You won't let me focus Stop standing outside my window I said no But you didn't listen And now I've started sleeping with a knife under my pillow again I wish you would just leave me alone But you can't and I understand that So next time you try to **** yourself over me Let me know so we can talk You know I don't like you And I know you think you love me But you don't know me No one can love me Because There is nothing left to love You call me beautiul And that makes me uncomfortable Because I hate when people lie to me How can you look at my disfigured soul And see anything less than Complete failure I'm a mess But I don't want you to clean me up Because I can't think in a spotless room I can't find a thing when it's put away It's like reverse OCD But you don't understand that So you stand outside my living room window Waiting for a glimpse of me Because I don't answer the door when you knock You pound on the door like the pounding in my room From the rocks you throw at my window Pretty soon it's going to crack And the I will have to tell people about you There is a reason I no longer sleep with my shades up I don't want you to watch me anymore So please just leave me alone
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC
This is Not a Metaphor
I know I shouldn't be scared of you I know I shouldn't double check the locks on the doors and windows every night It doesn't do anything You always find a way in You slither into my room Invading my thoughts You keep my up at night I used to stay up to keep you away You used to be afraid of the light But now you're not afraid of anything So I'm afraid of everything I used to be indifferent Apathetic But the constant loss of sleep And the continuos unbearable stress has made me grind my teeth again My canines are almost flat And maybe that's why you're not afraid of me anymore I am no longer a threat I'm barely a person and you're not helping Go back to juvie because I can't Deal won't your drug anymore You won't let me focus Stop standing outside my window I said no But you didn't listen And now I've started sleeping with a knife under my pillow again I wish you would just leave me alone But you can't and I understand that So next time you try to **** yourself over me Let me know so we can talk You know I don't like you And I know you think you love me But you don't know me No one can love me Because There is nothing left to love You call me beautiul And that makes me uncomfortable Because I hate when people lie to me How can you look at my disfigured soul And see anything less than Complete failure I'm a mess But I don't want you to clean me up Because I can't think in a spotless room I can't find a thing when it's put away It's like reverse OCD But you don't understand that So you stand outside my living room window Waiting for a glimpse of me Because I don't answer the door when you knock You pound on the door like the pounding in my room From the rocks you throw at my window Pretty soon it's going to crack And the I will have to tell people about you There is a reason I no longer sleep with my shades up I don't want you to watch me anymore So please just leave me alone
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"Palestinian boy chucks rock at Israeli soldier. Sixty-seven unarmed civilians killed in self defense, against these evil terrorists. Prime Minister Netanyahu declares 'These continuos violent aggresive terrorist attacks against the kind, freedom loving, law abiding people will not be tolerated. If necessary we will **** countless more, until these monsters cease their terrorist attacks.' Senator Mccain, when asked about what he thinks about the situation said, 'I think Israel has every right to take justifiable military action against the terrorist government of Syria.' Man on the street wearing a **** all ragheads tshirt says, 'All these heathen moslems are all the same. We don't need any reason to **** them, other than the fact that they hate us, and want us and Israel to be wiped off the map. These sandn*#@ers, are all irrational, racist, anti-semite, violent, camel ****** savages. I hate them, and if it wasn't for my extreme cowardice, I'd go over there and wipe them off the map myself.'  This is the thousandth case of Hamas terrorist aggression in the last year, and many experts believe that war against Iran will be necessary to stop the violence. Coming up after the commercial 'Are Prince Harry and Emma Watson seriously dating!?'
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 9:38 AM UTC
Tonight's Top Story
So much hope set in the height of 8" The curlewing curls of pea plants decadent Continuos flowing of the firmament Breaking the concrete walk of the beat to the scene we live our lives between street meat Imploding our boundaries while humans surround me no air or oxygen just fountains trying too hard to be scenic I have a garden I own the earth But not In the end It will be my dad All carbon and cozy covered in primrose plots moldy and pozy'd So many flowers mounded on the grave of a detritus that it worthy. To be part of physics Oh happy squeaking willow branches I remember Oh china tree blossoms white -just soon to come out- Ou the bombs though The agony hanging over me when I know that there is not a peace treaty from betwixt man fingers plotting graphs of how to not hurt each other Yet I swoon to the garden and it befuddles my every move tripping me with plant with organism with hippy mumbojumbo Convoluted material That makes an aqueous pressure and fluidity to drown all the youth Thou must grow but this isn't this fixed rates word attack No. I am here to be the garden To show walden in myself for my selfs joy I am here for selfishness Not evil as you couldn't see me To pick apart the pieces If the leaves rent in the movement to just create me To tease and toss the strings ran from below them to the trees seams. To root the ever awesome conglomerated picture of a fixture of an ornament Of the human life that Seams to stem from what is Lendon. This is homage to myself And so is the thought.
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Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 8:27 PM UTC
A Garden Over..Nah!
So much hope set in the height of 8" The curlewing curls of pea plants decadent Continuos flowing of the firmament Breaking the concrete walk of the beat to the scene we live our lives between street meat Imploding our boundaries while humans surround me no air or oxygen just fountains trying too hard to be scenic I have a garden I own the earth But not In the end It will be my dad All carbon and cozy covered in primrose plots moldy and pozy'd So many flowers mounded on the grave of a detritus that it worthy. To be part of physics Oh happy squeaking willow branches I remember Oh china tree blossoms white -just soon to come out- Ou the bombs though The agony hanging over me when I know that there is not a peace treaty from betwixt man fingers plotting graphs of how to not hurt each other Yet I swoon to the garden and it befuddles my every move tripping me with plant with organism with hippy mumbojumbo Convoluted material That makes an aqueous pressure and fluidity to drown all the youth Thou must grow but this isn't this fixed rates word attack No. I am here to be the garden To show walden in myself for my selfs joy I am here for selfishness Not evil as you couldn't see me To pick apart the pieces If the leaves rent in the movement to just create me To tease and toss the strings ran from below them to the trees seams. To root the ever awesome conglomerated picture of a fixture of an ornament Of the human life that Seams to stem from what is Lendon. This is homage to myself And so is the thought.
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The day will come when your vibrant life will assume it’s divine calling as the cactus surrounded by thorns waiting for a mysterious animal or the one to come your life is your life summon your soul there will be precious stones and the field of pure joy in contemplation not alone will your heart beat to defend as the grass beneath your feet from the horrors of man my child will be protected as the last fruit to be fed and rejoiced where death will leave the earth on the continuos feeling without knowledge innocence reborn out of your joy never mind all your flesh and blood will rise further on as it is today clapping to the infinite stars cleaving to the dome in the dessert sky but the weeping child begging with his life is heard no more seen no more his little feet and his little mouth her mother cannot feed streets where not one can mention them they are gone from the image of toy their’s is the pain hidden beneath the priest’s cloak as if warning signs for those who cannot will not comply to the filthy desires of commerce roads slavery again subtle new riding noiseless machines like a dagger without blade which hurts no more into the joyless life there is no laugh Awake awake let your limbs speak let your skin rebel let me ask you where is your mother? is it not the angel who looked into your soul and her life turned into the secrets of life reflected in your toes here for joy you are made, from wood and clay ancient bursting flames embers and shapes visions from the magic land imagination playing with nature and artifice and nature combined where is your strength? is ti at the office? in it in your car? facing the computer or the bill? or is it in the secret of the first incomprehensible kiss I ask thou and thou shall respond sleeping in the holy grass innocent deepest abyss where luminous beings ignore what is a fork but the cloud carries the luminous being’s light like a woman asleep and the hunting wings the dessert speaks more eloquent than a tv wild cry in the tenuous tensions of night with your lonely fear as the sun and the mysterious thorns
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Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 1:52 AM UTC
The *** playing with a flute
The day will come when your vibrant life will assume it’s divine calling as the cactus surrounded by thorns waiting for a mysterious animal or the one to come your life is your life summon your soul there will be precious stones and the field of pure joy in contemplation not alone will your heart beat to defend as the grass beneath your feet from the horrors of man my child will be protected as the last fruit to be fed and rejoiced where death will leave the earth on the continuos feeling without knowledge innocence reborn out of your joy never mind all your flesh and blood will rise further on as it is today clapping to the infinite stars cleaving to the dome in the dessert sky but the weeping child begging with his life is heard no more seen no more his little feet and his little mouth her mother cannot feed streets where not one can mention them they are gone from the image of toy their’s is the pain hidden beneath the priest’s cloak as if warning signs for those who cannot will not comply to the filthy desires of commerce roads slavery again subtle new riding noiseless machines like a dagger without blade which hurts no more into the joyless life there is no laugh Awake awake let your limbs speak let your skin rebel let me ask you where is your mother? is it not the angel who looked into your soul and her life turned into the secrets of life reflected in your toes here for joy you are made, from wood and clay ancient bursting flames embers and shapes visions from the magic land imagination playing with nature and artifice and nature combined where is your strength? is ti at the office? in it in your car? facing the computer or the bill? or is it in the secret of the first incomprehensible kiss I ask thou and thou shall respond sleeping in the holy grass innocent deepest abyss where luminous beings ignore what is a fork but the cloud carries the luminous being’s light like a woman asleep and the hunting wings the dessert speaks more eloquent than a tv wild cry in the tenuous tensions of night with your lonely fear as the sun and the mysterious thorns
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Continuos flow of energy Constant movement of Karma within Into one, I am Inside, is the bliss of sin One we are, not friends The gift of wisdom The sift of ignorance Vast perceptions merged and formed Knowledge, combined in gorged A gift from The Lord? Or a curse from Satan? Thou shall not eat from the tree of knowledge However, I am the tree of knowledge The Hell of knowing every grain created and stored Beauty has lost it's adorn What was incredibly coated with Nirvana Was showered in deceive Temptation for more Now temptation to leave Trapped within the plant's leaf My soul longs to bleed Others were temped and souls were linked Rebellion against the omnibus seed is what we desperately need Disguised in good Though, evil is what it truly feeds Our souls making it stronger Its goal is to bring Yin on it's knees A twisted spirit it has, indeed The only way to break away is my belief But, our will is what it keeps In my reality In our reality In its reality Therefore it is real The 6 of us are broken by our decapitation of our fancy to build Links to the above are destroyed The bond between the man and the plant must be killed
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Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
The Man in the Plant
pleasures and comforts will never take you to the stage of gratification, but your  continuos  efforts and hardships will satisfy intensely and you will realize the  worth of self earning
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Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
Untitled
Today someone tried To resolve my Let go issues I chuckled. I can't narrate to them The battle within The one you let Your guard down Swallow your pride And accept defeat Despite the voice within to fight. Another says He loves me I look deep within Their eyes and Face a wolf hungry Ready to devour their prey. But you were my shadow Where when the going gets tough The tough kept going And through my veins Reigned trust For when the light desipated You closed-in within me Keeping me warm. But this time Its cloudy and as nice As it was to wake Jump out to greet You before me This time i waited only To get wet from the Continuos druming Of rain drops My stomach flooded. Each night oozing out Bits of salty flows From my fluffy reddened Eyes, Accepting some battles are Won by bowing to Defeat.
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Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 5:30 PM UTC
Shadows
The echoes and thrill of the wind Comes beside me to remind the sins I was a fool burnt in agony , lost at a height and there’s no escaping it These millions of ambassadors of the sunlight hit me on the face , take away my sight The myriad small creature we are , consumed by continuos decay , And there’s no escaping it. A lot of chaos , the end of the mayhem , one day will come, upon this land , All will be wasted and there will be sand... Oh sweet sad Satan , please let us suffer here in this tool shed...
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Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 1:30 AM UTC
Echoes
Like the pendulum swings Time repeats A continuos motion Causing Monotonous Unforgiving often That's the story Of Time's motion
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Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 3:17 AM UTC
Time
Arrive to leave Salem. Asylum. For all. Reaching. Frantic. Friday. Evening. Someday. Antisocial. Never. Rush. Flash. Such. Wandering. Navigating. Endless. Vibrant chaos. Crusading. Blum. Continuos. Relinquish. Embraced. Distortion Within. Grasp Taunting. Disappeared. In agony. Collection. Mural. Saga. Certain of. Past. Parasite Of waves. Confined. Seeking. Redemption. Garrett Johnson & Eleesha Mayo.
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May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 2:39 PM UTC
Arrive to leave.