"contractually" poems - Hello Poetry

We are all apart of one system yet there are many components to this system innumerable actually all following the same laws as if contractually bound by one set of rules but with infinite variation like nations of expression separated by vibration only contained by the systems within that perceive and react to the system they sustain one giant metaphor a sufficient example is the human body a complex interaction of individual organisms all communicating, interacting and participating in sustaining the body an organism of organisms Even our organs have organs, working together to sustain a system larger than itself cells communicating, producing regulating, exchanging are themselves composed of organisms, performing all these functions we must not forget the system which we sustain the order we provide for the larger body and mind together we compose the cells of this planet interacting and communicating with each other and all other life a subtle dance that carries impressive consequences except the way in which we act as organisms is likened to cancer in which a once productive cell behaves individually not in accordance with the system it sustains replicating uncontrollably wasting unnecessarily not taking the whole into consideration although if the planetary cancer of humanity replicates itself to extinction all will still be well as it always has been and always will be yet the system in which we exist would lose the chance to witness and experience the transformation from cancer to great negative immunity through the powers of the newly recognized human organism a system sustained

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Sep 18, 2012

Sep 18, 2012 at 12:42 AM UTC

malachi-filius

A System Sustained

We are all apart of one system yet there are many components to this system innumerable actually all following the same laws as if contractually bound by one set of rules but with infinite variation like nations of expression separated by vibration only contained by the systems within that perceive and react to the system they sustain one giant metaphor a sufficient example is the human body a complex interaction of individual organisms all communicating, interacting and participating in sustaining the body an organism of organisms Even our organs have organs, working together to sustain a system larger than itself cells communicating, producing regulating, exchanging are themselves composed of organisms, performing all these functions we must not forget the system which we sustain the order we provide for the larger body and mind together we compose the cells of this planet interacting and communicating with each other and all other life a subtle dance that carries impressive consequences except the way in which we act as organisms is likened to cancer in which a once productive cell behaves individually not in accordance with the system it sustains replicating uncontrollably wasting unnecessarily not taking the whole into consideration although if the planetary cancer of humanity replicates itself to extinction all will still be well as it always has been and always will be yet the system in which we exist would lose the chance to witness and experience the transformation from cancer to great negative immunity through the powers of the newly recognized human organism a system sustained

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Doc, I've been trying to deal with these issues for quite sometime to no avail; A good friend of mine (you may know him, Elmer Fudd) recommended you. I fear I will never be able to eat, let alone catch this turbo inspired example of flightless foul; Stuck in this celluloid world vividly inspired by an Emmy award winning colorist. I am a proud animal from generations of fine breeding, born in the pristine coyote valley; I am not stupid, not a fool or buffoon, and so I thought contractually, not one to be laughed at. And I, always the bad guy, constantly daunted in pursuit by haphazard ACME products; Expensive, bulky, time consuming, they characteristically fail right before they almost work. Rocket powered skates, unfortunately, only allow me to kiss the cliff-side really really hard; Very heavy anvils serve no other purpose than to be dropped on my head repeatedly. The incredulous manipulations of the impossible by the so clever writers of this farce; From trains appearing out of nowhere to run me over, to fierce lightning storms in an instant. Laying there in the release of my own bowels as the uncontrollable result of 500 Megajoules of energy traveling through my body yet again. I am the twice electrified mass of dribbling spastic protoplasm Personified proverbially in that lightning does indeed strike twice in the same place! As the smoke arises from my chard hairy frame and I sweep up my ashes to reassemble later; I realize Doc, I'm losing my grasp on the reality of ever succeeding, I need your help! I'm still hungry; And still I have not caught that **** Road Runner, **** you Warner Brothers! -----ChawzzyScript

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Mar 29, 2013

Mar 29, 2013 at 1:13 AM UTC

chawzzyscript

Wile E. Coyote (On The Couch)

Doc, I've been trying to deal with these issues for quite sometime to no avail; A good friend of mine (you may know him, Elmer Fudd) recommended you. I fear I will never be able to eat, let alone catch this turbo inspired example of flightless foul; Stuck in this celluloid world vividly inspired by an Emmy award winning colorist. I am a proud animal from generations of fine breeding, born in the pristine coyote valley; I am not stupid, not a fool or buffoon, and so I thought contractually, not one to be laughed at. And I, always the bad guy, constantly daunted in pursuit by haphazard ACME products; Expensive, bulky, time consuming, they characteristically fail right before they almost work. Rocket powered skates, unfortunately, only allow me to kiss the cliff-side really really hard; Very heavy anvils serve no other purpose than to be dropped on my head repeatedly. The incredulous manipulations of the impossible by the so clever writers of this farce; From trains appearing out of nowhere to run me over, to fierce lightning storms in an instant. Laying there in the release of my own bowels as the uncontrollable result of 500 Megajoules of energy traveling through my body yet again. I am the twice electrified mass of dribbling spastic protoplasm Personified proverbially in that lightning does indeed strike twice in the same place! As the smoke arises from my chard hairy frame and I sweep up my ashes to reassemble later; I realize Doc, I'm losing my grasp on the reality of ever succeeding, I need your help! I'm still hungry; And still I have not caught that **** Road Runner, **** you Warner Brothers! -----ChawzzyScript

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“Remembering’s dangerous. I find the past such a worrying, anxious place. 'The Past Tense,' I suppose you’d call it. Memory’s so treacherous. One moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights, with poignant childhood aromas, the flashing neon of puberty, all that sentimental candy-floss… the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go. Somewhere dark and cold, filled with the damp ambiguous shapes of things you’d hoped were forgotten. Memories can be vile, repulsive little brutes. Like children I suppose. But can we live without them? Memories are what our reason is based upon. If we can’t face them, we deny reason itself! Although, why not? We aren’t contractually tied down to rationality! There is no sanity clause! So when you find yourself locked onto an unpleasant train of thought, heading for the places in your past where the screaming is unbearable, remember there’s always madness. Madness is the emergency exit… you can just step outside, and close the door on all those dreadful things that happened. You can lock them away… forever.” - The Joker

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May 1, 2016

May 1, 2016 at 7:33 PM UTC

baileyspoems

Memory by The Joker

“Remembering’s dangerous. I find the past such a worrying, anxious place. 'The Past Tense,' I suppose you’d call it. Memory’s so treacherous. One moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights, with poignant childhood aromas, the flashing neon of puberty, all that sentimental candy-floss… the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go. Somewhere dark and cold, filled with the damp ambiguous shapes of things you’d hoped were forgotten. Memories can be vile, repulsive little brutes. Like children I suppose. But can we live without them? Memories are what our reason is based upon. If we can’t face them, we deny reason itself! Although, why not? We aren’t contractually tied down to rationality! There is no sanity clause! So when you find yourself locked onto an unpleasant train of thought, heading for the places in your past where the screaming is unbearable, remember there’s always madness. Madness is the emergency exit… you can just step outside, and close the door on all those dreadful things that happened. You can lock them away… forever.” - The Joker

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The world is darker than it’s ever been and deeper than my life is anything but fair skin a nation divided by one thing that ties to another thing that ties to another and that one thing is what ties me to a dear friend that I call my brother This hue I was cursed with I mean this shade I was born with I mean this tone that I was blessed with, Sometimes I’m even confused myself on what kind of gift this tinted skin is for me I know we come from Kings whose land is rich in gold and other imperial things But if I may be so bold or brave to say that even now white people still know how to make my people feel as if they are still enslaved We’re stuck in a hole a certain way of living , a certain way of thinking “the mission of life is to get money the fast way even if it is the ski mask way" only thinking about the right now willing to predict the next 5 years of your life to fill what’s not in your pockets all cause you gotta get the money gotta get the money gotta get the money gotta get the money gotta get the money but you end up with no money plus ain’t nothing funny when your days ain’t sunny and your little sonny is born and you are still reaping the benefits from making your piece of change Even if it’s not in our heads some white people never changed their minds about the way they feel about this skin tone of mine I am Trayvon … one night I was riding my bike with a handful of my friends moving from spot to spot as we followed our plans and we had a personal escort that followed us for about a mile but he didn’t say hi or stop to ask for directions it just seems like they get off or get an ******** from putting blacks back in the chains we were once in I am Django … young black dude no chains bro contractually assassinating to get all that I live for and showing the my community that there is a better way to live The night is dark but in due time it will change we need to mentally put down these chains and make way toward the North Star especially in the midst of the rain, But it’s hard to believe pleasure in a life full of pain

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Aug 4, 2013

Aug 4, 2013 at 3:13 PM UTC

robert-peck

The Night is Dark

The world is darker than it’s ever been and deeper than my life is anything but fair skin a nation divided by one thing that ties to another thing that ties to another and that one thing is what ties me to a dear friend that I call my brother This hue I was cursed with I mean this shade I was born with I mean this tone that I was blessed with, Sometimes I’m even confused myself on what kind of gift this tinted skin is for me I know we come from Kings whose land is rich in gold and other imperial things But if I may be so bold or brave to say that even now white people still know how to make my people feel as if they are still enslaved We’re stuck in a hole a certain way of living , a certain way of thinking “the mission of life is to get money the fast way even if it is the ski mask way" only thinking about the right now willing to predict the next 5 years of your life to fill what’s not in your pockets all cause you gotta get the money gotta get the money gotta get the money gotta get the money gotta get the money but you end up with no money plus ain’t nothing funny when your days ain’t sunny and your little sonny is born and you are still reaping the benefits from making your piece of change Even if it’s not in our heads some white people never changed their minds about the way they feel about this skin tone of mine I am Trayvon … one night I was riding my bike with a handful of my friends moving from spot to spot as we followed our plans and we had a personal escort that followed us for about a mile but he didn’t say hi or stop to ask for directions it just seems like they get off or get an ******** from putting blacks back in the chains we were once in I am Django … young black dude no chains bro contractually assassinating to get all that I live for and showing the my community that there is a better way to live The night is dark but in due time it will change we need to mentally put down these chains and make way toward the North Star especially in the midst of the rain, But it’s hard to believe pleasure in a life full of pain

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Material objects tempt you To leave your mildewy rags in the rearview I know who can help you, he'll be here soon Meaning he's arriving you just gotta sign this Contractually obligating your silence It's not science Even a blind ***** would find this Excitin' See he's taken an interest in ya thighs and how ya roll ya eyes like you know it all But trust me when the dough's involved no ya don't Your just tossing out them bills Throwing em out like it gives you a thrill Gives me chills, when the heats shut off Coughing and coughing, I'm getting sick Waiting on that **** lickity split Pass it around, I'm losing it This ******** piling higher, I'm getting higher Jumping out the window like that **** on fire Waiting on a refund for all the time spent No dimes or dollars even make a dent Remorseful, with a side of content Wait up ***** aint they raisin your rent You need a sugar daddy not a diabetic Let him take away your woes with a couple franklins Getcha takin off clothes at his banks expense Sayin that you bad, need a spankin then And since you want attention this is what you get Hard **** and love are two different things but watch me blur the lines like the drink you sip I've never been good with relationships And I lie tryna hide I'm fake as **** But come to the bedroom Got money and head room just so we dont drown when the blankets wet Afterwards you smoke get your makeup fixed Ask about bank while I take a **** Throw you twenty to make complaining quit Do i smell like money, honey? Take a whiff I smell something, it aint no money You wanna play? Imma need more than some stacks and some grass to want yo *** This aint no game of tic tac toe Three in a row aint gonna beat my woes You're reaping what you sow Can't just throw out them bills no mo It's rich, but you're not You thought you had what you bought But I walked, watch your wallet Cause it can't cash your ******** This aint a relationship Save it, I aint falling for **** You aint having it your way But I'm lovin it

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Jul 5, 2015

Jul 5, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC

the-girl-who-loved-you

GoalDigger ~~~ Collaboration with DaSH

Material objects tempt you To leave your mildewy rags in the rearview I know who can help you, he'll be here soon Meaning he's arriving you just gotta sign this Contractually obligating your silence It's not science Even a blind ***** would find this Excitin' See he's taken an interest in ya thighs and how ya roll ya eyes like you know it all But trust me when the dough's involved no ya don't Your just tossing out them bills Throwing em out like it gives you a thrill Gives me chills, when the heats shut off Coughing and coughing, I'm getting sick Waiting on that **** lickity split Pass it around, I'm losing it This ******** piling higher, I'm getting higher Jumping out the window like that **** on fire Waiting on a refund for all the time spent No dimes or dollars even make a dent Remorseful, with a side of content Wait up ***** aint they raisin your rent You need a sugar daddy not a diabetic Let him take away your woes with a couple franklins Getcha takin off clothes at his banks expense Sayin that you bad, need a spankin then And since you want attention this is what you get Hard **** and love are two different things but watch me blur the lines like the drink you sip I've never been good with relationships And I lie tryna hide I'm fake as **** But come to the bedroom Got money and head room just so we dont drown when the blankets wet Afterwards you smoke get your makeup fixed Ask about bank while I take a **** Throw you twenty to make complaining quit Do i smell like money, honey? Take a whiff I smell something, it aint no money You wanna play? Imma need more than some stacks and some grass to want yo *** This aint no game of tic tac toe Three in a row aint gonna beat my woes You're reaping what you sow Can't just throw out them bills no mo It's rich, but you're not You thought you had what you bought But I walked, watch your wallet Cause it can't cash your ******** This aint a relationship Save it, I aint falling for **** You aint having it your way But I'm lovin it

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Mulling about The muck The haunts we are hardbound Foggy fetal leavings by the sea Right before the light; The days of purple haze Of sallow street cars, street lamp, amped up Yet dampened loss of desire Pop another oxy-hydro-fire. To be able To muck about With inner abandon the abandonments deep Numb battlements / "Hoorah!" Semper Fi the pain Only significant With derivatives From ******* plantations Opioid addiction’s contractually binding Lingering love notes A vice grip on idle minds So many now that prey But with a side affect of Try holding in your **** for three-plus days So as not to feel Not at all Not even the rage We keep anxiously pacing Clawing at Nonexistent strings A Beast inside our cage Forgiven by preacher men Proclaiming to hallelujah Change At war with illusionist Freedom The boys fight for still A country of patriotic pill poppers Believing in heavenly kingdoms' Healing Secret silent pleading Because nothing takes away The pain Like Hydro Oxy foxy pills Self medicate down wind of will If unaffected "consult your physician" He’s at the edge of the stage A Spearmint rhino making it rain For Peaches From patient list of his ******* The business of lust Is feeding the loss of will If you still feel lost -- and war sure did Give them nothing but PTSD & bad dreams Machine gun migraines Pop another pill Jagged little killer Softly knocks you off your feet Black is cheaper Smoke out not to feel The muck-about days of Constipated pains Reader Digesting heavily, Numbingly unreal. Casualty of a nameless waste That’s his deal / what it's like : Most fecund A life on the toilet In wait for relief… Get off the *** Can't give a **** Like this bowel movement His heart has called it quits To all this unholy ******* Veteran Patriot Manhood’s defeat Damnation Mucking about...

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Jun 17, 2018

Jun 17, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC

butch-decatoria

Constipated (revised)

Mulling about The muck The haunts we are hardbound Foggy fetal leavings by the sea Right before the light; The days of purple haze Of sallow street cars, street lamp, amped up Yet dampened loss of desire Pop another oxy-hydro-fire. To be able To muck about With inner abandon the abandonments deep Numb battlements / "Hoorah!" Semper Fi the pain Only significant With derivatives From ******* plantations Opioid addiction’s contractually binding Lingering love notes A vice grip on idle minds So many now that prey But with a side affect of Try holding in your **** for three-plus days So as not to feel Not at all Not even the rage We keep anxiously pacing Clawing at Nonexistent strings A Beast inside our cage Forgiven by preacher men Proclaiming to hallelujah Change At war with illusionist Freedom The boys fight for still A country of patriotic pill poppers Believing in heavenly kingdoms' Healing Secret silent pleading Because nothing takes away The pain Like Hydro Oxy foxy pills Self medicate down wind of will If unaffected "consult your physician" He’s at the edge of the stage A Spearmint rhino making it rain For Peaches From patient list of his ******* The business of lust Is feeding the loss of will If you still feel lost -- and war sure did Give them nothing but PTSD & bad dreams Machine gun migraines Pop another pill Jagged little killer Softly knocks you off your feet Black is cheaper Smoke out not to feel The muck-about days of Constipated pains Reader Digesting heavily, Numbingly unreal. Casualty of a nameless waste That’s his deal / what it's like : Most fecund A life on the toilet In wait for relief… Get off the *** Can't give a **** Like this bowel movement His heart has called it quits To all this unholy ******* Veteran Patriot Manhood’s defeat Damnation Mucking about...

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Inches feat – what depth? I made money on it Matters not material girl I’m in deep Cannot not love you Careful what you prey for Adam’s Cain made man We’re in deep Three penny entrance sentence Let off on bad behavior Twisted in your sheet Ghost of a chance we’ll make it Together again after all these years Just like knowing each other forever Now here in name and deed Contractually invested in mutual success What worth we must assess via Libra Becomes Justice on an equilibrium exacted In league with intensity To create the best drama Encountering comedy You go your way I go mine Happy ending encapsulated in cartoon Cereal ads engaging us in inculcation

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Apr 30, 2014

Apr 30, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC

jeff-barbanell

Measure of Success

Inches feat – what depth? I made money on it Matters not material girl I’m in deep Cannot not love you Careful what you prey for Adam’s Cain made man We’re in deep Three penny entrance sentence Let off on bad behavior Twisted in your sheet Ghost of a chance we’ll make it Together again after all these years Just like knowing each other forever Now here in name and deed Contractually invested in mutual success What worth we must assess via Libra Becomes Justice on an equilibrium exacted In league with intensity To create the best drama Encountering comedy You go your way I go mine Happy ending encapsulated in cartoon Cereal ads engaging us in inculcation

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Deep waves of worry lifted from my wayward vessel, possibilities contractually released from memories obligations, these days wash me away, polish me into my best shell, one day, into more days, possibly may unstoppably get me from getting to myself, so.. Plato was for real when he said 'know thyself', cerebral awareness and love is the truest form of common wealth. This world is mere marbles, in a jacks game of my universe, I am vast endless beyond time. And I play with shark and dragonfly, battling but admiring a layer of teeth and focused flight coexisting together for better. Grasping onto future concepts, I am a creature, clasping onto future branches, you are the teacher. But you are the future leaves upon loves coniferous shape, you are the light catchers.

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Mar 7, 2015

Mar 7, 2015 at 1:40 AM UTC

michelle-primiani

Tierney

Deep waves of worry lifted from my wayward vessel, possibilities contractually released from memories obligations, these days wash me away, polish me into my best shell, one day, into more days, possibly may unstoppably get me from getting to myself, so.. Plato was for real when he said 'know thyself', cerebral awareness and love is the truest form of common wealth. This world is mere marbles, in a jacks game of my universe, I am vast endless beyond time. And I play with shark and dragonfly, battling but admiring a layer of teeth and focused flight coexisting together for better. Grasping onto future concepts, I am a creature, clasping onto future branches, you are the teacher. But you are the future leaves upon loves coniferous shape, you are the light catchers.

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