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"crazies" poems
May we live in and see interesting times, the old saying goes another offers that when the mind is blind, the eyes cannot see for me my days are interesting and the laughter readily and often comes for the grapes of wrath brings forth mirth filled grapes on grapevine tendrils As lemmings and sheep enact bellyaching absurdities, as the ridiculous does Veracity on sojourn and falsehood in residence with doors firmly closed Hamlet re-enacts hapless role, with Red Robin Hood and vigilantes to a tee eager audiences, participatory scenes in towns and cities, leaving empty homes come all and vent your spleen and satiate your prejudices without paying a fee This land belongs to us, it is our birthright and we will send Hamlet to the catacombs Nothing is private anymore, rights and freedom nailed, anywhere we roam Ophelia not only went to Italy, she went to Hull, Turnpike Lane and even Essex but a joke here, if all these were good, why did she come to me, you simple gnomes perchance unlike you common goons,  she knows distinction has no comparison to thee Your vacuous hate filled mind cannot see that difference in a Prince, that regally looms Act two, dim, fooled actors in their Beggars Opera, screaming, 'we oppose' with glee so called republicans, laughable in their ardent favor, ignorant of their lobotomy botches we will do Hamlet's head in, totally unaware theirs been done in, for the brains of fleas in a civilisation, our conscious and stable populace, roots for vigilante and mob rule, yeah for a man of distinction is a threat reminding you of your insignificance and lack of tomes Come friends, lets see how the home of Democracy, hounds a citizen for us all and we lets know that Robin Hood is alive and taxing, and 'Windrush' is still active in dispatches indigenous people power, meets criminal gang stalking, meets racism and we all drink tea and in true cowardly fashion, its all done by insidious, indictable, nefarious, malcontents and psychopathic crazies It is our proud duty that we should all ruin Hamlet, for mediocrity has no distinction for aspiration et excellence Copyright LaurenceA. JUNE 2018.All rights reserved.
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Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 8:00 PM UTC
Mediocrity knows no Distinction.....
May we live in and see interesting times, the old saying goes another offers that when the mind is blind, the eyes cannot see for me my days are interesting and the laughter readily and often comes for the grapes of wrath brings forth mirth filled grapes on grapevine tendrils As lemmings and sheep enact bellyaching absurdities, as the ridiculous does Veracity on sojourn and falsehood in residence with doors firmly closed Hamlet re-enacts hapless role, with Red Robin Hood and vigilantes to a tee eager audiences, participatory scenes in towns and cities, leaving empty homes come all and vent your spleen and satiate your prejudices without paying a fee This land belongs to us, it is our birthright and we will send Hamlet to the catacombs Nothing is private anymore, rights and freedom nailed, anywhere we roam Ophelia not only went to Italy, she went to Hull, Turnpike Lane and even Essex but a joke here, if all these were good, why did she come to me, you simple gnomes perchance unlike you common goons,  she knows distinction has no comparison to thee Your vacuous hate filled mind cannot see that difference in a Prince, that regally looms Act two, dim, fooled actors in their Beggars Opera, screaming, 'we oppose' with glee so called republicans, laughable in their ardent favor, ignorant of their lobotomy botches we will do Hamlet's head in, totally unaware theirs been done in, for the brains of fleas in a civilisation, our conscious and stable populace, roots for vigilante and mob rule, yeah for a man of distinction is a threat reminding you of your insignificance and lack of tomes Come friends, lets see how the home of Democracy, hounds a citizen for us all and we lets know that Robin Hood is alive and taxing, and 'Windrush' is still active in dispatches indigenous people power, meets criminal gang stalking, meets racism and we all drink tea and in true cowardly fashion, its all done by insidious, indictable, nefarious, malcontents and psychopathic crazies It is our proud duty that we should all ruin Hamlet, for mediocrity has no distinction for aspiration et excellence Copyright LaurenceA. JUNE 2018.All rights reserved.
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It started with a pen, and wound up in English. No diction, addiction, or ambition, to get published. “Don’t scream and you’ll look normal.” Screaming “MISOGYNY!” if screaming at all, I’ve seen the great minds of my generation addicted to Adderall.   Some friends who get wasted, and I remain sober. Cheap ‘03 cars, yet, no ones coming over.   Actors without work now, no one with opportunity. Suicidal crazies now, crafted from 80’s and 90’s responsibility, and A is for Adderall.   Sugar coated heroine, designer drugs. Poor blacks, whites, mexicans, and asians swept under the rug.   “The father, the son, the invisible hand.”   Crack in prisons, ***** holy ******* in a BMW, Feminism, becomes communism, becomes atheism becomes you. You so counter-culture, you forgot about us, “She’s not an angel friends, throw her under the bus.”   Politicians in purple now, blessed American royalty. Slaughter the disenfranchised, poor, socialist regime, and A is for Adderall.   Don’t shoot the police, shoot the children instead, or send them to war, but the war had to end. “In god we trust, but in the market we invest.” So occupy Wall Street, and get called a hippie, or occupy college, and become a dead beat?   In high school you’re told, be what you will be. Cancer is still a… “…” …Hereditary disease.   Actors without work still. Politicians lying still. Suicidal crazies. Ecstasy filled crazies. Counter-culture conformist. Culture conformist. Eco-terrorist. Mindless consumer. Junkies, addicts, soldiers, students, leaders, followers, murderers, democrats, conservatives, liberals, republicans, child molesters, sexists, racists.   No more labels.   It was every single individual. Individual failure. One by one, we were all found guilty. You are guilty. I am guilty, and A is for Adderall, and the new marginalized.
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 9:43 PM UTC
"Adderall [the New Marginalized]."
It started with a pen, and wound up in English. No diction, addiction, or ambition, to get published. “Don’t scream and you’ll look normal.” Screaming “MISOGYNY!” if screaming at all, I’ve seen the great minds of my generation addicted to Adderall.   Some friends who get wasted, and I remain sober. Cheap ‘03 cars, yet, no ones coming over.   Actors without work now, no one with opportunity. Suicidal crazies now, crafted from 80’s and 90’s responsibility, and A is for Adderall.   Sugar coated heroine, designer drugs. Poor blacks, whites, mexicans, and asians swept under the rug.   “The father, the son, the invisible hand.”   Crack in prisons, ***** holy ******* in a BMW, Feminism, becomes communism, becomes atheism becomes you. You so counter-culture, you forgot about us, “She’s not an angel friends, throw her under the bus.”   Politicians in purple now, blessed American royalty. Slaughter the disenfranchised, poor, socialist regime, and A is for Adderall.   Don’t shoot the police, shoot the children instead, or send them to war, but the war had to end. “In god we trust, but in the market we invest.” So occupy Wall Street, and get called a hippie, or occupy college, and become a dead beat?   In high school you’re told, be what you will be. Cancer is still a… “…” …Hereditary disease.   Actors without work still. Politicians lying still. Suicidal crazies. Ecstasy filled crazies. Counter-culture conformist. Culture conformist. Eco-terrorist. Mindless consumer. Junkies, addicts, soldiers, students, leaders, followers, murderers, democrats, conservatives, liberals, republicans, child molesters, sexists, racists.   No more labels.   It was every single individual. Individual failure. One by one, we were all found guilty. You are guilty. I am guilty, and A is for Adderall, and the new marginalized.
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I remember. Walking with you on West End Avenue. Laughing and Laughing. We used to go into the drug stores and try different eye creams Attempting to conceal the fatigue that comes from staying up for days on end. Partying Man, did we party. And I remember. The different creatures we would run into along the way. Creatures of the night. Mostly emotionally disturbed characters. Running from life or running from themselves. Some real crazies. You remained my good friend. A reliable person.  Something rare in life. We would talk about the mistakes we made and the good choices as well. Careful never to beat ourselves up too badly. Because sometimes, it’s hard to make the right choices. And it’s better to laugh when you mess up. It’s better to laugh if you can.
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Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 2:01 PM UTC
West End Avenue
What we have is nuts, crazy, mad But it's just that I like to laugh instead of being sad I like to giggle so people know I'm not that bad Mr.J knows that He gets what they don't He sees what they wouldn't When I'm with him I feel warm Not alone I'm damaged but so is he I find it hard to manage But not with him You see? Do you see he just gets me? My 'Puddin makes me happy Even tho I'm the baddest bady We're meant to be Sometime we paint white roses red Each shade from a different person head Don't look at me Or you'll lay in your dead bed Don't dream Dream is a killer sometimes we get drunk with a blue caterpillar He's peeling the skin of my face Cause I really hate being safe The normals they make me afraid The crazies they make me feels safe I'm nuts baby I'm mad The craziest friend that you ever had You think I'm ****** You think I'm gone Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong Over the bend entirely bonkers He likes me best when I'm of my rocker Tell you a secret I'm not alarmed So what if I'm crazy... all the best people are He thinks I'm crazy He thinks I'm gone I think he's crazy to I know he's gone That's probably the reason that we get along
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Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 5:11 AM UTC
Suicide Squad (Harley Quinn & The Joker)
I wish I didn't know why Yet crazy will have An eye for an eye The giving That eventually takes Life and love Make no mistake! Fear and karma Are nothing more Than crazies way To Heaven’s door Crazy teachers Crazy test From such labor There is no rest! Crazy enlightens That is true Crazy enough To play so cool While jumping into The logical maze Attempting to hide Your crazy aways...
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Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 8:45 AM UTC
LOGICALLY CRAZY
City rush me Pretty push Did he see? The wish on Hard on_____ Sunday I thought A rush of pluses +++ He won Be on time if not - - - Monday be good to me Rumors Fantasy thoughts I am What I am Not Popeye Going day back I need a third eye I am All free Robin Bird From everyone Wait!! Don't rush me I love everyone______* Newspaper's Sunday Daily News Poem touchdown My poem stood With the others I bowed ((Gladly))______ Waking up To a Racers- mouth Ray____ speed lover No homework All game Sunday____ Candles burned The House flamed "Procrastinator" I'll be back "Destroyer-Terminator" Coffee drug me percolator He April fools her Shopping Sunday right up magnifying dress He is back Not the future Smart *** tricks On the Escalator He Jeremy irons out her clothes That's it!!! Never rushed on Sunday To make a mob hit The call girls Busy- tight pants So Panicked Monday's religiously Hooked in Scientology So ****** in Not to ever kiss her on a Sunday He bunked into ((God)) Poem ritual bunk bed Well NYC Cabbie, he will never take it on Sunday The big game crazies The flower shops of horror Emptied out with Moms Tiger Lillies Smelling Mad Men hungover Rush hour Tv movie Hangover Jet game Sprinkler shower Opening up The door to his apartment Big Girly hoarder mess After a long talk night Saturday Night Brooklyn The Disco Queen bridge-sight His Mom is still oiling His BMW Racecar with Hot fire Crisco he will never be rushed out the door His car never starts Sunday or a Monday Teased on Tuesday Wednesday shes wild Thursday Ladies drink for free____ She got her husband to buy her cushion cut square On Sunday Do it or dare She's hanging low Times Square Girly rough Brooklyn tough Channel blush On Sunday he is so wired bushed
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May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 1:01 PM UTC
Never Rushed on Sunday
City rush me Pretty push Did he see? The wish on Hard on_____ Sunday I thought A rush of pluses +++ He won Be on time if not - - - Monday be good to me Rumors Fantasy thoughts I am What I am Not Popeye Going day back I need a third eye I am All free Robin Bird From everyone Wait!! Don't rush me I love everyone______* Newspaper's Sunday Daily News Poem touchdown My poem stood With the others I bowed ((Gladly))______ Waking up To a Racers- mouth Ray____ speed lover No homework All game Sunday____ Candles burned The House flamed "Procrastinator" I'll be back "Destroyer-Terminator" Coffee drug me percolator He April fools her Shopping Sunday right up magnifying dress He is back Not the future Smart *** tricks On the Escalator He Jeremy irons out her clothes That's it!!! Never rushed on Sunday To make a mob hit The call girls Busy- tight pants So Panicked Monday's religiously Hooked in Scientology So ****** in Not to ever kiss her on a Sunday He bunked into ((God)) Poem ritual bunk bed Well NYC Cabbie, he will never take it on Sunday The big game crazies The flower shops of horror Emptied out with Moms Tiger Lillies Smelling Mad Men hungover Rush hour Tv movie Hangover Jet game Sprinkler shower Opening up The door to his apartment Big Girly hoarder mess After a long talk night Saturday Night Brooklyn The Disco Queen bridge-sight His Mom is still oiling His BMW Racecar with Hot fire Crisco he will never be rushed out the door His car never starts Sunday or a Monday Teased on Tuesday Wednesday shes wild Thursday Ladies drink for free____ She got her husband to buy her cushion cut square On Sunday Do it or dare She's hanging low Times Square Girly rough Brooklyn tough Channel blush On Sunday he is so wired bushed
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His voice makes me tremble in the most extravagant way Just the tone pulls me astray into day dreams of him running his fingers through my hair with him I could go absolutely anywhere. Our crazies balance each other out my love for him comes with no doubt. He is the only thing I need.
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 6:09 AM UTC
Untitled
DUMPY TRUMPY Dumpy Trumpy Sat on his **** Lumpy Trumpy Infamous **** He is not a friend To the left or the right And has no live dog In the political fight. Dumpy Trumpy Pats his own back Bragging how he is Way ahead of the pack Of half-witted politicos With nothing to offer. He thinks he will win On the strength of his coffer. Dumpy Trumpy Made a big jump. His gold plated **** Made a sickening thump. He waved his money, He figured it’s enough To sway the competition No matter how tough. Dumpy Trumpy His Mussolini face Deaf to the meaning Of public disgrace; He figures that even If the GOP rejects him He has lots of money He’s sure will protect him. Dumpy Trumpy Plays to the stands Of wingnuts and crazies In disgruntled bands. He’s sure if he curses The current regime He can be President. At least that’s his scheme.
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Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 6:26 PM UTC
DUMPY TRUMPY
you were laid up in guadalupita with camelia la tajena from la junta and her tonto from la plata- hiho-yo shootin' tequila with pancho villa jefe of the bandidos mc locos - tweakin and twerkin chicas and cholos and vatos ridin' with the vagos - they were singing - "*con cuerno de chivo y bazooka en la nuca volando cabezas a quien se atraviesa somos sanguinarios, locos bien ondeados - nos gusta matar*" you were kickin - breathing quickened - bravo television tunnel visioned to the tonto/pancho episode en camera - exposed pronto - camelia shot her tonto dead - a perfect rose upon his head - i like killin - she said hiho-yo, tonto we sang narcocorridos all night long - on the blue mesa. r ~ 10/25/14  *song excerpt from: "Sanguinarios del M1” (Bloodthirsty Men of the M1)” (2010) "Translation: "With “goat’s horn” (AK-47) and bazooka at our necks/Sending heads flying if anyone tries anything/We’re bloodthirsty, crazies deep in the scene/We enjoy killing..."*
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
narcocorrido on the blue mesa
Band-aids to prevent the social infections that could eventually spread to the frontal lobe, Diseases started on Fox News, spread to the living room, circulate around the family dinner table putting victims of ignorance on the coroner’s slab Alleviate the pain. Should we let the gapping wounds of intolerance fester, decay and grow maggots? ***** bigotry, vile illiteracy, primitive ideas coat the skins of society like a black goo. Band-aids: self adhesive bandages We aren’t teachers. We are medics. covering the gapping wounds of life lathering the lesions with Neosporin. Healing the scars from parenting gone wrong - scars from wounded self-esteems -lacerations to the proverbial heart Scars lasting longer than the body itself.   No one knows where its impact will end. Band-aids temporary fix heal the wound fast, heal the hurt faster A Johnson and Johnson remedy for damaged organisms Well-meaning ones hurling scriptures scald hands with tainted words Healing is a matter of time. Arm teachers to protect children from the crazies who loom? What will protect them from their own inherited ignorance? The damage is already done when they get here. Equip us with Band-Aids, boxes and boxes. Hello Kitty over their ears to block the infection from coming in Spiderman for their mouths. Stop the seepage of any contamination from spreading to others. The remaining scars will fade, but not disappear. even with a band-aid.
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Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 8:13 PM UTC
Band-aids
November is supposed to be a happy month for family. in 2011, I was sad, but fall is my favorite season, so I made it work. in 2012, I ran from the Man and he got me good and put me away for three whole days, leaving me with the crazies, and the blood pouring from my vein. I don't like talking about 2012. it makes me feel like I'm one of the crazies too. November 2012 was sad. but this year, i think the Man is feeling kinda cruel, so he's turning November, into October. but I don't want October to be like November, because October is my happy month, because I can hide behind a mask, and I can smell that nice fall smell. and summer decides it's time too leave and I can go outside again. the mask makes me look happy but I have to put it away the next day. I had so much planned for October, and not a lot for November. because October is my happy month and every high needs a low so that's why November comes right after. but the Man is calling time, so I guess there might not even be a November for me because the Man knows everything. He plans everything.
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Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 4:55 PM UTC
Florida Fall is October to November
Ones and Zeros In the online digital world Every boy and every girl Are villains and heroes Who knows which? Son a of a *****   The truth is lies Wrapped up in disguise We want to believe Electronic love we receive Is not there to deceive The flirting The sexting The online molexting **** pic rejecting   Encrypted ascii code Sent through internet nodes Wireless whispers transmitted Thoughts of endearment committed Fact are conveniently omitted Lies are ruthlessly submitted   Straight jacket Packet hackers Hijacking a loving heart Holding it ransom is their art Scourge of the community Harassing Surpassing Any level of dignity   Players and haters And the masturbators The downright crazies Acting like timid daisies The cheaters Defeaters And quite possibly Wife beaters   The losers The boozers Mentally abusers The popular sexter Who may not be a her Quite possibly a guy But will vehemently deny   The whiner Data miner The ********* seeking minor The scammer The Christian Damner Super **** grammar All thrown in together With the digital picture collector   And still we’re looking all around For love to be found In a world of made believe That anonymously deceives We are ones seeking zeroes Running into villains dressed up as heroes   Hearts shredded and deleted Retreating and defeated Yet somehow we try again Hoping for something less than pain We are all a little bit insane Playing the online dating game One’s and Zero’s
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Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 7:15 AM UTC
ONES AND ZEROS
In a purple haze, you smoke a joint, And death would be an improvement At this point. Phone calls laced with **** With open arms like an old friend Welcome death. Grab anything breathing and **** it. It would be so easy just now to Kick the bucket. Make out with a boy, he’s gay All the while wishing you could Pass away. Decide to sleep around with the crazies And wake up asking why you’re not Pushing up daisies. Betray me with more than a kiss ***** around one more time And you’re swimming with the fish.
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 1:14 AM UTC
Strobe *WARNING: language*
I never, not once, thought that I would be able to do something like that. But the way his fingers traced over my skin, or how he leaned in and whispered delicately, into my ear. "You're Mine For Tonight" His fingers traced along my jawline every time having a different feeling of security, wilderness, passion. Maybe I liked him because of the fact that he's never been with a guy. No other guy has ever touched his perfect torso, had their fingers tousled in his hair. No other guy has had him how I have him right now. He's naked while being in clothes. He's true when he's lying. My fingers grazed over where the bullet left a scar on his perfect chest. I touched every ab on his stomach. Then traced the outline of every vein on his arm, his lips were luscious and plump and looked as if they tasted of honey. We're not supposed to be doing things like this. We are in a home for the crazies, to get people like us off the streets. We are here to keep people like our parents, safe from the true reality of the world. To keep people like our parents unaware of the fact there are people like us who don't want to live, who crave the sight of a beaded line on their arm or leg. Who crave the drugs that make them feel happy. Who crave the life of a normal person Who doesn't have to be the most popular guy in school. We don't exist in our parent's worlds. We don't have a place there. So they lock us up here. Where we have unholy thoughts, and an addiction to the taste of lead. "Checks" The nurse pulls me away from my thoughts. What I wouldn't give for my dreams to come true. "Those checks sure can get to be really annoying. "I know, but that's a requirement when you are deemed crazy." I say. There we were, him sitting on my bed, me sitting on my chair. Both fully clothed. Both unaware of our thoughts towards each other. But both aware, that nothing will ever happen.
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May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 1:06 PM UTC
Maybe I was wrong,
I never, not once, thought that I would be able to do something like that. But the way his fingers traced over my skin, or how he leaned in and whispered delicately, into my ear. "You're Mine For Tonight" His fingers traced along my jawline every time having a different feeling of security, wilderness, passion. Maybe I liked him because of the fact that he's never been with a guy. No other guy has ever touched his perfect torso, had their fingers tousled in his hair. No other guy has had him how I have him right now. He's naked while being in clothes. He's true when he's lying. My fingers grazed over where the bullet left a scar on his perfect chest. I touched every ab on his stomach. Then traced the outline of every vein on his arm, his lips were luscious and plump and looked as if they tasted of honey. We're not supposed to be doing things like this. We are in a home for the crazies, to get people like us off the streets. We are here to keep people like our parents, safe from the true reality of the world. To keep people like our parents unaware of the fact there are people like us who don't want to live, who crave the sight of a beaded line on their arm or leg. Who crave the drugs that make them feel happy. Who crave the life of a normal person Who doesn't have to be the most popular guy in school. We don't exist in our parent's worlds. We don't have a place there. So they lock us up here. Where we have unholy thoughts, and an addiction to the taste of lead. "Checks" The nurse pulls me away from my thoughts. What I wouldn't give for my dreams to come true. "Those checks sure can get to be really annoying. "I know, but that's a requirement when you are deemed crazy." I say. There we were, him sitting on my bed, me sitting on my chair. Both fully clothed. Both unaware of our thoughts towards each other. But both aware, that nothing will ever happen.
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Somewhere along the line I lost control of the handle bars It probably has something to do with my Parents getting divorced so even my problems are teenage cliches so i try my best not to come across as some angsty kid who posts angsty poems about all of their angst, so I bottle it up behind a lock and key mouth but It always seeps out in a look I give a stranger when I feel as If I need to move at 1 million miles an hour but my feet are cemented to ground I never decided to write poems to be perfectly honest I always thought of poetry as being for girls ignorant? yes, but I never claimed to know jack about anything but I picked up a pen hoping to sew the pieces of my broken heart together and that first poem just wrote itself it was like something out of this world like crazies who babble in tongues at church I loved it but It isn't enough I'm bombing down a steep hill on a beat up ten speed screaming in terror screaming in excitement "Look Ma, no hands"
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Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 5:57 PM UTC
Look Ma, No hands
I'm peeling the skin off my face Because I really hate being safe The normals, they make me afraid The crazies, they make me feel sane I'm insane, maybe , I'm mad, The craziest friend that you've ever had, You think I'm ****** you think I'm gone, Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong, You said I was " Over the bend, entirely bonkers" You like me best when I'm off my rocker So I'll Tell you a secret, I'm not alarmed So what if I'm crazy? The best people are Where is my prescription? Doctor, doctor please listen My brain is scattered You can be Alice, I'll be the mad hatter. You'll try to lock me up, And tell me to keep my mouth shut, These visions that I'm seeing are slowly but surely decreasing. I see a man with yellow eyes, He's scratching at his own face, He tells me to run but I know they'll try to chase. So I stay locked up, Kept quiet and buckle up, For the next therapy session, Where they'll tell me I'm  crazy with discretion.
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Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC
Asylum
If you want flowery poetry Hit pause, backspace delete. I write on a lot of subjects; Only a few could be called sweet. I’m not into swirling windstorms Or describing billowy clouds. Not into extolling autumn leaves Or conifers standing proud. I try to select the human things Whether good or even bad. Sometimes I wrestle with Life twists that make us sad. I try to speak for everyman And that includes the women. I try to reflect life circumstances And the results the travel with them. So, crooning polysyllabically Is seldom my favorite tune, Nor is waxing limerickally About June, and spoon and moon. Instead I’ll probably take to task Those who live in sappy hope A prince shows up in their life A proper romantic dope. I write the rhymes about crooks That steal from your children And the supposed leaders That ****** and abuse women. I write about parents who Ignore what their children need And instead find their joy On selfishness and greed. After so many millennia We really need to stop Waiting for someone else to come And be the moral traffic cop. It is us who need to change And teach our children accordingly Because the way we are fixing things Humanity is progressing dismally. So keep your butterfly couplets And views of rain on hedges. We are falling apart as humans And it’s visible on the edges. It will only take a few crazies With power enough to wield And this planet, and us of course, Will no longer have a shield.
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Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 6:59 PM UTC
PRETTY POETRY
*There was a time, A time so fair, A zero despair, Cuz She was fair, Life as I knew it was drizzling daisies, Bleeding me the feel like the crazies. Perfect absolutes, Chimerical dilutes. Enchanting moments with ephemeral bliss, Rapt me into blissful abyss. Ambient lightnings, Forming supernova sightings. My soul trapped in her seductive high, Unknowing of her destructive lies. Little was I was aware of her two-tone design, My ****** Valentine An alter ego so divine. Demon with deceitful frames, Unravelling her intimacy games. Her bloodless lips whispering in the corridors of time, Deporting me into her hate grimes. Mutating into odium of torrential far cry, Lies sarcastrophic podium of her mislaid demise. Gagged and bound as me you broke down And I believed everything, As my love for you was logic drowned Round and round I emanated all the way down. Still submerged in the swamp of dummy beliefs, Hoping to heal with concealed appeals, Squeals of her feels reveal choking ordeals, Cuz it was a different belief in a veiled inception, Infinitely drowning with these unconcealed dogmas, Remembrance feels like a past from yesterday, All I am choked with are these Interstellar beliefs, Detonating memories, At the haste of light, Giving me an anguish fright from the down right, Corroding my heart with those Sulphur memories we once called a lifetime. Like those 4 years with 4 million considerations. Still lost in her maze of psychopathic daze, Downward spirals decayed & set ablaze. Reveries of her infinite sentiment once called transcendences. All that’s left now are your radioactive reminiscences, Of a place once called Tomorrowland.*
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Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 4:55 PM UTC
Radioactive Reminiscences
*There was a time, A time so fair, A zero despair, Cuz She was fair, Life as I knew it was drizzling daisies, Bleeding me the feel like the crazies. Perfect absolutes, Chimerical dilutes. Enchanting moments with ephemeral bliss, Rapt me into blissful abyss. Ambient lightnings, Forming supernova sightings. My soul trapped in her seductive high, Unknowing of her destructive lies. Little was I was aware of her two-tone design, My ****** Valentine An alter ego so divine. Demon with deceitful frames, Unravelling her intimacy games. Her bloodless lips whispering in the corridors of time, Deporting me into her hate grimes. Mutating into odium of torrential far cry, Lies sarcastrophic podium of her mislaid demise. Gagged and bound as me you broke down And I believed everything, As my love for you was logic drowned Round and round I emanated all the way down. Still submerged in the swamp of dummy beliefs, Hoping to heal with concealed appeals, Squeals of her feels reveal choking ordeals, Cuz it was a different belief in a veiled inception, Infinitely drowning with these unconcealed dogmas, Remembrance feels like a past from yesterday, All I am choked with are these Interstellar beliefs, Detonating memories, At the haste of light, Giving me an anguish fright from the down right, Corroding my heart with those Sulphur memories we once called a lifetime. Like those 4 years with 4 million considerations. Still lost in her maze of psychopathic daze, Downward spirals decayed & set ablaze. Reveries of her infinite sentiment once called transcendences. All that’s left now are your radioactive reminiscences, Of a place once called Tomorrowland.*
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It's the night before Christmas And all over the hill The NRA was defending Their right to **** It didn't much matter That the innocent died "Give us more guns" The NRA cried The field must be even For all to survive If a person owns four Then let's give them five Guns don't **** people It's people who do Mr. Wayne LaPierre It's just people like you Who represent crazies One's who are off their top People who choose To die at the hands of a cop The President wants To bring guns under control But, there's too many like you Who live your life in a hole Would it matter to you If your kid got shot Or is the sale of more guns What helps get you hot I think that you should Go and see David Keene And make Christmas this year The best one that's been Listen to Obama And get things in line Reduce gun production And help make things fine Do what's right for the country Gun lobby be ****** And help make the States A much safer land Think with your heart Of the families who lost Their hopes and their children It's too high a cost Think of the future And give up the fight So all gentle people Can have a safe night !!
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Dec 21, 2012
Dec 21, 2012 at 8:40 PM UTC
A Letter to the NRA
"Its Time" to hear a story hang your tears to dry the"Me Time" no it's not bath time that's truly fine. Oh! I  "All Mine" just breathe I remember how hard it is to share. Like kids smell the summer breeze so bubbly happily ever me. What about you please just join me The"Me Time." So lovely the nature hanging branches. We must have "Me Time" for looking in your starry eyes* filled with romances. (My time) + Fall 4- Fall (Your time) the eye's wink at glances the weather cozy lackadaisical time is moving with us sensational. Me time fighters political. All the crazies let the truth in your words be told. The smells from my Moms daisies so poetical. Lets slow things up the time is called the "Me Time" perhaps the tea time everything you thought before its a matter of time. Make it your time, not the words that are forced to rhyme. No one really knows what's ahead        You and Me time read a book in bed The likewise me to see your smile like the sunrise goes through the world of now what was before the future holds your smiles  forever to adore          "The Me Time"          Its time for          "Hello Poetry"            It's Me           Just shine             Oh! Me O- My                Miss Sunshine            Me and you            It's Open all the time                     But that's the problem?           Who is really listening            Like free bird Robin            On your free time            What about mine             Like a Bad Omen              How it grabs you and me              It's on me__________*               Let me pay                Don't worry be happy                           Me Time" just like                any day look                at the fine print                    U-Won't?                And if you don't                 What do you mean                  you can't                Just pray* Me Time             " They say it's your                   " Birthday"                          Talk to me hurray                  Count the money                        "Trust Me"                                      You could count me in                   "Me time" what tastes good                       Robin Hood so rich                      Another world poor                       A person gets evil heads                       out the door                                              "Me Time" Cheers to pour                        Your time journey                        I will catch you don't fall                       A shooting star shot me                     Whoa that's my wakeup call                      He avoids me                      my mind floods me                                                        Carefree all me God Bless the                   child                                 How it set me up                   Me Time "Never give up"                   On the edge "Robin Rebellious"                                     Do you hear me!! It's contagious                 Young spring chickens                  you hired old ones fired                                I see a stranger would he                 Help me I need my family                                 Me time my flight gravity                   Not a Stand-up Comedy                   Nobody cant stop me                    Who lives above me                                I never want to see what is below me                                         Keep in touch with me                                         Can you pay me in advance                     Relax make your own time                      My time travel to France                           That's the Me Time                                               My poems are all I got                                         Thank you, (God) and (Mom and Dad)                    The time went by Fly Robin Fly                     Never underestimate what you have or why                            Like the day I was born                            Called the "Me Time"
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Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 10:08 AM UTC
Me Time
"Its Time" to hear a story hang your tears to dry the"Me Time" no it's not bath time that's truly fine. Oh! I  "All Mine" just breathe I remember how hard it is to share. Like kids smell the summer breeze so bubbly happily ever me. What about you please just join me The"Me Time." So lovely the nature hanging branches. We must have "Me Time" for looking in your starry eyes* filled with romances. (My time) + Fall 4- Fall (Your time) the eye's wink at glances the weather cozy lackadaisical time is moving with us sensational. Me time fighters political. All the crazies let the truth in your words be told. The smells from my Moms daisies so poetical. Lets slow things up the time is called the "Me Time" perhaps the tea time everything you thought before its a matter of time. Make it your time, not the words that are forced to rhyme. No one really knows what's ahead        You and Me time read a book in bed The likewise me to see your smile like the sunrise goes through the world of now what was before the future holds your smiles  forever to adore          "The Me Time"          Its time for          "Hello Poetry"            It's Me           Just shine             Oh! Me O- My                Miss Sunshine            Me and you            It's Open all the time                     But that's the problem?           Who is really listening            Like free bird Robin            On your free time            What about mine             Like a Bad Omen              How it grabs you and me              It's on me__________*               Let me pay                Don't worry be happy                           Me Time" just like                any day look                at the fine print                    U-Won't?                And if you don't                 What do you mean                  you can't                Just pray* Me Time             " They say it's your                   " Birthday"                          Talk to me hurray                  Count the money                        "Trust Me"                                      You could count me in                   "Me time" what tastes good                       Robin Hood so rich                      Another world poor                       A person gets evil heads                       out the door                                              "Me Time" Cheers to pour                        Your time journey                        I will catch you don't fall                       A shooting star shot me                     Whoa that's my wakeup call                      He avoids me                      my mind floods me                                                        Carefree all me God Bless the                   child                                 How it set me up                   Me Time "Never give up"                   On the edge "Robin Rebellious"                                     Do you hear me!! It's contagious                 Young spring chickens                  you hired old ones fired                                I see a stranger would he                 Help me I need my family                                 Me time my flight gravity                   Not a Stand-up Comedy                   Nobody cant stop me                    Who lives above me                                I never want to see what is below me                                         Keep in touch with me                                         Can you pay me in advance                     Relax make your own time                      My time travel to France                           That's the Me Time                                               My poems are all I got                                         Thank you, (God) and (Mom and Dad)                    The time went by Fly Robin Fly                     Never underestimate what you have or why                            Like the day I was born                            Called the "Me Time"
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With time there's nothing visual. . . Only things. . . due after some fact. . . What we consider is most purest of things. . . to some, it's just white hurricane crack. . . I consider myself. . . With time all illusions. . . set to the side. . . Life is pure. . . without a blanket of time. . We consider,. . . we all make it in rhyme. . . Someway . . .or another. . . The world is got so much more then to bother. . .each One another. . . Then to share with joyful expression,. . . that time but allows us. . . To the fullest extent,. . . time as illusion. . . Can only make more then one self,. . . then the other one melt. . . Getting spanked all around. . . All the crazies do us by belt. . . What **** is the matter,. . . has time cut into your butter. . . Greasing up all the streets,. . . boiling off all intelligence. . Even speaker who shares with the world with poetic intelligence,. . . thats love to the life. . . . with the time with his neighbors. . . Such life is a streamer,. . . streaming through time, . . . time of one's life surrounded by steam of another. . . When we cram on one another, time is illusion. . running over. . . creating a fusion. . . one from another creating confusion. . .time is illusion. . . To look at a counter, less fulfilment then want her. . Because time as illusion. . . invades escape from this cooky confusion. . . When eyes set bound to imposter, your dream in reality. . . always forming when time is without a solution, . . . just letting it go. . . unfurls deep worlds we've only just known. . . beyond in time is the scape. . .where numbers be running. . . a world out of shape. . . If time was a matter. . . To please all our moods. . . this world would be great. . . but The world is so great. . . all musicians we are, i promiss you know it. . .we flow around with each other. . . But time has concealed her, to even distinct, the sound of the peaceful. . Where sound is a stink. . .to even consider, where **** did we all go. . . looking for clocks, on rocks and a mirror. . . Time grieve, be a mirror. . For only as far as it goes, you'll never see her. . . If time is illusion, our minds won't confuse her. . only to melt with the extra minute on clock. . . To consider every moment,. . . . time is illusion. . .that every moment is just a matter of memory. . In each other, and in some. . . Some parts are for bad, to refuse on the good, and some parts are for good to refuse on the bad. . . Positive time is our best, with time. . You forget its illusion when roaming galant and free. . . Far from illusion hidden behind, there is a consorted of sorts. . . . misery. . Time is illusion
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Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 8:42 AM UTC
With the Time [21December2011]
With time there's nothing visual. . . Only things. . . due after some fact. . . What we consider is most purest of things. . . to some, it's just white hurricane crack. . . I consider myself. . . With time all illusions. . . set to the side. . . Life is pure. . . without a blanket of time. . We consider,. . . we all make it in rhyme. . . Someway . . .or another. . . The world is got so much more then to bother. . .each One another. . . Then to share with joyful expression,. . . that time but allows us. . . To the fullest extent,. . . time as illusion. . . Can only make more then one self,. . . then the other one melt. . . Getting spanked all around. . . All the crazies do us by belt. . . What **** is the matter,. . . has time cut into your butter. . . Greasing up all the streets,. . . boiling off all intelligence. . Even speaker who shares with the world with poetic intelligence,. . . thats love to the life. . . . with the time with his neighbors. . . Such life is a streamer,. . . streaming through time, . . . time of one's life surrounded by steam of another. . . When we cram on one another, time is illusion. . running over. . . creating a fusion. . . one from another creating confusion. . .time is illusion. . . To look at a counter, less fulfilment then want her. . Because time as illusion. . . invades escape from this cooky confusion. . . When eyes set bound to imposter, your dream in reality. . . always forming when time is without a solution, . . . just letting it go. . . unfurls deep worlds we've only just known. . . beyond in time is the scape. . .where numbers be running. . . a world out of shape. . . If time was a matter. . . To please all our moods. . . this world would be great. . . but The world is so great. . . all musicians we are, i promiss you know it. . .we flow around with each other. . . But time has concealed her, to even distinct, the sound of the peaceful. . Where sound is a stink. . .to even consider, where **** did we all go. . . looking for clocks, on rocks and a mirror. . . Time grieve, be a mirror. . For only as far as it goes, you'll never see her. . . If time is illusion, our minds won't confuse her. . only to melt with the extra minute on clock. . . To consider every moment,. . . . time is illusion. . .that every moment is just a matter of memory. . In each other, and in some. . . Some parts are for bad, to refuse on the good, and some parts are for good to refuse on the bad. . . Positive time is our best, with time. . You forget its illusion when roaming galant and free. . . Far from illusion hidden behind, there is a consorted of sorts. . . . misery. . Time is illusion
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My real name is not of any importance, other than the people who know me by it. My work alias is simply to convey who I am, And without a struggle I hope people can say a nick name common to their tongue! When I go online I use a screen name, So the crazies I can hold back with certain level of privacy of who I am. With the current digital age comes with sharing information, And too easily accessible with in the finger tips. Truly those who read my inks will know who I am, Like writing to a pen pal, Computer screens keep us distant, But in that black screen is a window to people's mind, And understand connecting with people by their ink is far closer than a name! Until you can invoke their inner child by their real name!
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Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 10:09 PM UTC
The Price of Information Age
the only ones for me are the Lost Ones the one's who wander through life hearts heavy with strife who tiptoe along on the edge of a knife between bliss and the abyss the only ones for me are the Bad Ones the ones who rise and set like Sad Suns over and above mountaintops of the young the only ones for me are the Crazies for whom the path ahead is ever hazy but who still find the time to be lazy sitting around, making chains of daisy the only ones for me are the Fallen who drift on the wind like specks of pollen floating on and on in search of their calling the only ones for me have Loved and Lost for only they know the true cost of allowing your emotions to be your sole boss the only ones for me conceal so very much of what they Feel afraid that intimacy may reveal what lies beneath their thick outer peel the only ones for me need time to reflect and often times, they also deflect the advances and the chances which might allow them to connect
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Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 6:55 PM UTC
more like romanian candles
Existent tomb's Of ourn own did we waketh God separated us two For a billion years for ourn strengthening Yet once back together The moon became ourn pillow Locked into the nebulas of castor and pollex Seduced by ourn eyes ****** saliva from ourn chalice An ****** of a universe We left ourn bed stains Two crazies in love Amour' intense insane!!!
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Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 10:21 PM UTC
Universal ******