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William A Poppen Jan 2014
She never noticed
books of poetry.
Her life was busy
with empathy
for those troubled
from pains scratched
on psyches from
neglect, abuse
or sacraments to fallen Gods.

She seldom heard music
except when,
heartsick from lost love,
she wallowed in vain misery
or during her youth when
hit parades blasted from
solid state radios
in dashboards, or from
jukeboxes flashing
come hither.

She thought little of flowers
nor paused to note scents,
shades or grace on
stems of green.  Her head
was busy with
important matters,
day-to-day grinding
away on work or play.

Now alone,
she absorbs whiteness from
clouds,  motion from birds,
or fragrance from flowers
with senses dulled by
age, injury or illness.
She sifts through her
day looking for
fresh tranquility.
Meghan O'Neill Aug 2014
Streets filled with bodies
Dead or alive
Nobody knows
Blood runs through the streets
Like floodwater
Innocent blood
Flows like runoff
Through concrete veins
But only because we let it happen
Because of judgement
Because of ignorance
Because of prejudice
Prejudice that we carry over
From our predecessors
The violence and hatred of our ancestors
Continues on through us
But only because we let it happen
Because our naïveté lets us see the world
As monochrome
Everyone belongs in one solid genome
Straight white cis
So they lock us up in a cage of exile
Invalidate the opinions that don't sit well
On a stomach full of lies
So we stand in solid lines
Hands locked together
Silently screaming
NO!
With the ******* hidden in their claims
It hurts but the pain isn't enough to break our chains
At least until the weakest link caves
And the flood gates open up
Our nerves sting with rubber bullets and tear gas
Police brutality and 'controversial' crowd control tactics
Resulting in the blood of innocents.

The truth comes out
Oppression
Recession
We deliver new life
Spoon feeding democracy
Cookie cutter
Build your own government kits
Follow the instructions with a gun held to your head
Puppet government
Corporations pulling strings
Calling the shots with a mouthful of greed
Blaming tragedy on street rats with golden teeth
Hiding behind business suits and briefcases
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtains
Take part in the rat race
Get distracted by the fast pace
Pay attention to your own **** problems
And forget to see the big picture.

Another ride on the metro
Catcalls and wolf whistles
To the wrist to the neck to the ankle
I'm breaking the dress code
The double standards are air tight and unbreakable
I'm stuck in the choke hold of the patriarchy
Kicking and screaming
Perverts jacking off to the sight of me
Objectified, and only fourteen
Take precautions stay safe
Because we have reason to be afraid of the dark
When we have to assume that everyone is a ******
The world is out to get us
Plaguing the younger generation with pop music and photoshop
Shellshocked by the devastation of self confidence
Short hair means you're a ****
Long hair means you're property
The American dream is four walls a roof and a wife to call your own
To own
****** assault is normality
I'm appalled at the way my peers think I owe them something
My virginity
My body
I'm not a carcass to be picked clean by vultures:
The beasts who sit next to me
Who view me as a threat because I'm intelligent
A ***** because I'm intolerant to their ignorance and oppression
The gender roles and discrimination
Objectification
A one woman war
That every woman faces.

Hopelessness stands at the alter
Spouting discrimination
Dug from the depths of the bible
New age bigotry
Picket signs versus pride parades
Spot the queer in the crowd
Wipe them out
We are not a virus of humanity
Your hateful words aren't the only thing that cuts me
When coming out equates to ear splitting arguments
"Get out of my house"
"you are not my son"
LGBT blood on the streets
****** of trans teens
Pop culture is enemy to androgyny
*** education skips over me
And change is met with board meetings
Conservative parents complaining
Claiming they know better than the mouths they feed
Age is not a crown of wisdom
The 21st century witch hunt
Discrimination spills from the mouths
Of little Hitlers
Screaming "God hates ****" before they know what the words mean
Wrap my coffin in a rainbow flag
When they find my mangled body on the street
The product of a hate crime
The product of the war I'm fighting
Brittle bones riddled with stab wounds
Every one carries weight with the words they were paired with
Queer
***
******
I don't have invisible amour
The words pierce me in a way that can't be seen
My blood leaks silently and joins the masses.


We are a generation so full of hatred
Promised so much that wasn't delivered
And so we raise our hands and salute the mother ******* rebellion
Our sweet saving grace
America isn't free and neither are we
We are slaves to misogyny and bigotry
Police brutality
Crafty government puppetry
Patriarchy
The enemies that we face aren't the ones we see
Well **** society
We can create our own
Carry in the revolution on our shoulders
On our knees
Plastered across our twitter feeds
We fight with words
With fists
Whatever it takes
Speak out across our dashboards timelines and comments
Word of mouth
Engrave them into your skin
What was started needs to be finished
We have a price to pay



It's time for a revolution *****.
This is very inspired by the recent events in police brutality and racism, as well as a hell of a lot of pent up frustration towards the patriarchy and white *** conservative ******* trying to tell me how to live my life. I think I speak for the masses when I say that I am well past done with the *******.  We're bringing in a liberal age and it's time for a ******* revolution!
Carlo C Gomez Jun 2020
She's in parties
& knees-up
She's half-seas over
& in the king's cup

She's in missionary
She's in backwards
She's on backseats
& dashboards

She's in fast lanes
& intersections
She's in full throttle
& Hail Marys

She's in obituaries
& cemeteries
Sarah Apr 2014
bloodied hands rub walls of confessionals like a cheap imitation of the most beautiful stained glass

theres beauty in the way you whisper my name followed by the words not good enough

your body is colored in someone else's fingerprints and i've been burning my hands to shape mine in just that way

kiss my lips until they crack like the sidewalks of the city that we used to dance in

bare feet on dashboards, cigarettes in your mouth, and hands around my neck: a list of things that make the most sense

a sunset reflecting off a mirrored building, eyes watered down until dark blue is nothing but the color of blue jeans

thunderstorm veins and lighting in my skin as my jaw becomes a platform for your kiss

your eyes are pools of holy water, but my lungs are full and I've been drowning for quite a long time now
im not really sure what this is xoxo
beth Jan 2019
bitter air pours through cracked windows at sixty miles per hour
dashboards turn to focal points turn to the only sight i'll keep from these days
and the nighttime pitch black glosses over moments of eyes glazed
the week's exhaustion turns each of us up, empty and dour

we work through our days and leave the waking hours to devour
sprawled over small couches and cold basement floors, always dazed
we come alive to mood music and greasy food at odd hours, forever unfazed
we make each spontaneous saturday night, uniquely and quietly ours

the clock in the dash reckons 3:46am in a thin, strobing green
he blinks hard, weary eyes and overworked body, fighting against the morning
and the neon signs of the little old marketplaces, oh, how they sing

we wire ourselves and electrify our moments with caffeine
we crash and burn and forget every night, ignoring our own warnings
and the sleepless sacrifices for each other's wonder, oh, the upswing.
some memories from last winter. for bg, io, kd, and eg. thinking of you with every freezing midnight. (22:00 - 05/03/18)
Barton D Smock Jul 2012
not a place we can go to have my grandmother tell you again how my uncle was born with a tooth.

where slavery just a star watched and watching and **** just a rainbow bent to its work.

where babies are shaken like hollow gifts and we want people and the emptiness of people put to death.

where grey flutes billow.

where milk is in our blood and ghost letting.

where hope is ugly but don’t tell it.

where fathers disappear into the dashboards of looted trucks taking with them their once employed hands and taking with them the heat of those hands.

where disappear is not a word we lightly loft.

where envy is the work of nearby grass.

where a man moves over a woman so that she is equal and equally ransacked
of travel.

where in a field this far away one can do finders keepers to a body scraped at by others and poked.

where a pill is like a mouth but smaller. but wants a bottle. and roots at the tip of your tongue.
Johnny Noiπ Oct 2018
However, the landscapes are based on cities.
They are our home. [It's obvious]; Actually,
The loss is different; Global glossary Globes
Unfortunately, it's a globe's globe; We have a lot,
but I want to say where I am; HS in cities
are US institutions,             ILO research,
God, did you use it? If you see a mother,
this is Palestine. It is said that
it is always worthwhile;
for that; Right leg ==== | | [Random]
So he will listen when he speaks
of the girls of Esau
He is back; died, he said
But it is very unique;                     when we came back,
Santa said: "We have fallen many times,
but it is true; It leads to sleep
At the expense of the Taliban pigeons,
This colorful convex contact lens
And dead cigarettes, smoking
The enemy runs from the hot
and ****** countryside,
People to Win, Control Panel and Guitar Plate
Guitar Bridge, Windows, Windows
human window; Photo left behind of the secret garden
of Russian art,; Many Jews write **** and write well.
Alibam left the woman's mirror,
And it's a completely invisible rock,
Girls' school dreams;
The franchisee owner feel for this young man's story:
How do gentlemen pay?
When he was in the boy's arms;           Children
could be heard talking
In the sports field,       girls want universal gods
Who can dance,
Young mouths and oral cats,
Sevens mouths                   Eat her and her sweet smell
Expecting                            Robin Marie
to sociably expand the sociable bed, socially,            
the dark shadow was the shadow
the two false prophets saw;      true prophets,
she asked for friendship,
They said they were already friends,
Salty germs and               her Silver navel for
a thank you from the two angels,                    
but for many    unhealthy people
All women are unclean;            taboo and without status;
However,                        the countries are based on cities.
They are our home. [It's obvious];             In fact,
The loss is different;         Globes global glossary
Unfortunately, it's the company,   the globe globe
We have lots,          but I want to say where I was
HS cities are US institutions,          ILO research,
God, did you use it?                |If you see Mother,
this is Palestine.   They say it is always worthwhile;
that's why; Right leg ==== | |[Coincidence]
So will he listen when sh Speaks about Esau's girls
He came back; he died, he said
But this is very unique,          When we came back,
Santa said,                                 Many times we fell,
but it is true;       Leads to leaders
                            to the sleep of the sleeping
At the expense of Taliban shields
This colored convex contact lens
And dead cigarettes,                                   smoking
The enemy ran from the hot
and ****** ground,
Folks on the prize,             Control panel
and guitar board
Panel Guitar Bridge, windows rods,                    Windows,
man's window;      Photo lion secret garden
of Russian art,
Many Jews write **** and write well.
                                       Alibam left the mirror of women,
And it's completely invisible rock,
                     Girl school dreams;
The owner of the brain                           franchise,
feels for this youngster's story:
How are gentlemen crying?
When he was in her arms;              Children speak
In the sports field,          Girls want universal gods
Who can dance,
Young mouth,                                           oral cats,
Seven mouth;                     Food and sweet smells
Expects Robin Marie
to spread out the Social Bedspreads,
The dark shadow was the shadow
the two false prophets saw;        the true prophets
had asked for her friendship,
Telling they these were friends of friends,
Salt                       germs;             Silver bud for
Thanked angels,  but
For unhealthy people
All women are without status;
However,           the country relies on the cities.
They are our home.   [Of course]; In fact,
Damage is different,            it's also with
Globe Globe Glossary Companies,
Globe Globe, Unfortunately,      we have many
things, but I want to say I'm anywhere
in HS cities are US agencies,     ILO Research,
Master, Have you used it? If you look like a
mother, right, it is Palestine; They say they are
always worth, find them;  | for a person who
is right bone bones === [calculation equation]
So he will hear
Esau spoke of the daughters
returned to him,       these are dead, he says, | |
but still quite unique,
When we returned,       Santa said
many times we would have fallen,
but he testified to being
accused of necromancy,                      it leads to the leaders
at all costs,                                            of the Talon Swords
dead than undead smashing
the dashboard and guitar cigarette butts
&
overfilled ashtrays; dashboard dashboard,
***** dashboard,           guitar dashboard
dashboard ***** guitar window window
window man window
imagine Barbie in Russian's secret garden's
secret set,        coming and writing sweetly,
a lot of Jews are gay;
alchemy leaving the lady's mirror
in waves,      her fulsome rocks visible
changing into school girl dreams;
brain franchise, lord guy feel the story
of how wet Christ gets her
when she is in his arms; kids talk about
playing the field;
girls wants a kind of universal god
                               who can dance,
dance guys guys mouth
mouth cat hills,
                                                sandy mouth;
feeding strippers food dog,  sweet smoker's
social bedding, Robber Mary remembers
being held down
in the black shadow's shadows
by two bad prophets;
prophets who asked quickly
for her friendship,
friends friends of friends              who are on the grass;
silver silver silver,
deep deep, the the angels stand
                                                       in for the unmarried
                             women's                            ||    status     ||
However, countries are based on cities.
They are our homes. [Of course]; In fact,
Damage is different; Globe Globe Glossary
Company, Globe Globe, Unfortunately
we have many but I want to say where I was
HS cities include US agencies,
ILO research,
Lord, did you use it? If you look
Mama, this is Palestine. They say
always worthwhile, to find them;
Because of that
right bone bones ====|  [calculation equation]
So he will listen
Esau spoke about girls
He came back to him, they were dead,   he said
but it's very unique,
When we came back,                        Santa said
many times we would have fallen,
but it's true
To blame the sleepy leads to leaders
At the costs of the Taliban's swords,
the dead's colored convex contact lenses                  
and dead cigarettes,            smoke
rises from the enemy's camps,     &
overfilled ashtrays on the dash     &
control panel, and guitar board
panel guitar bridge,      windows windows
windows man window
picture lion The secret garden of Russian art,
More Jews are writing gay and writing well.
Alibom left the woman's mirror,
and its completely invisible rock
girls school dream;
The owner of the brain franchise,
we feel this young story:
How did Christ become moist?
when he was in her arms;   children will talk
in the play area;   Girls want universal gods
who can dance,
Young people's mouth,        mouth cat hills,
sandy mouth;         food and sweet smoke
Robin Mary remembered
the memories of social bedding
down went the black shadow shade,
then the two false prophets;
the prophets who had quickly asked
For her friendship,
saying they were friends of friends
selling grass;      silver buds for
deep angels                standing
            in for unmarried people
            are women               || of no status  ||                    ||
However, the countries are based on cities.
They are our homes. [Obviously]; Actually,
The damage is different; Globe Globe Glossary
Company, Globe Globe, Unfortunately
We have many,   but I want to say where I was
HS cities include US agencies,
ILO research,
Lord, did you use it?                    If you look
Mom, this is Palestine.                  They say
always worth finding them;
Because of that
right leg bone ==== | [Calculation equation]
So he will hear
Esau talking about the girls,
came back to him; they were dead,
he said
but it is very unique,
When we came back,   Santa said
many times we would have fallen,
that's true; but to blame sleepy heads
on the leaders at the expense
of the Taliban sword,
the dead colored convex contact lenses
and dead cigarettes, smoke rises
from enemy clay, crowded ashtrays
on dashboards &
control panels and guitar boards,
panel; guitar bridge,                windows, windows
windows man window
picture a lion in the secret garden of Russian art,
Several Jews are writing gay and writing well.
Alibom left the woman's mirror,
and is completely invisible,                         Rock
school girls dreams;
                     To the owner of the brain franchise,
                                        we feel his young story:
How was Christ moist?
when he was in her arms; children will talk
in the play area; Girls want universal gods
who can dance,
Young mouth, mouth cat hills,
sandy mouth; food and sweet smoke
Robin Mary remembered
Reminds of social bedding
down the black shadow went shadow,
saw the two false prophets;
the prophets who promptly asked for it;
For her friendship,
they say they are friends of friends
selling grass;           silver buds for
deep angels standing
in for unmarried people;
             young women || without status  ||                                    |||||
However, in places which are based on the cities.
They are our home. [Patent]; So true,
Another loss;  Glossary of world globes,
Unfortunately, the fluitantes over the hosts,
we have many;
I want to tell you, but where I am, US cities
In the United States, ILO research;
God does not use?  If you find yourself a mother;
This Palestine said
it's always nice;
This is because; ==== right foot | |                [Id]
So that we will be talking with audio
to the daughters wife
He returned;         He died,                and he said:
However, carrots;                            when I return
Santa says:                              "I fell many times;
but it is not true;                         The last burning
Taliban village was the Taliban's least expense;
Making the best of contact lens,
He smokes cigarettes & brushes with CREST
The heat shield runs outdoors, powering the town &
The people to fight back & win,        
the ceramic
Power Control Panel and Guitar bridge,                 Windows,
Windows,  window person;
Imagine leaving to the gardener
the storage of Modern Russian art;  Many are homogeneous
and well-written. In other places, leaving a girlfriend
                                  for the rock that cannot be seen;
entering college right after HS,
The right to the right of the young man's story;
How to make a wise campaign?
Where the children free to be heard,
The sports arenas, termed the gods
Who can not dance the mouths of cats
and the seven gates will give you the smell of smell,
Marcus Marcus Nireum;
it's so enjoyable to enjoy his bedside,                    socially,
the shadow of the dark shadow
the two prophets had seen the truth,               the prophets,
and asked for friendship
Claiming to be her friends first;
Your gold and your silver and your cherry flavored snooch,
all into prison, and purely put away,
And thanks to the two angels;
seen not by many people,                              only the poor,
who now   know everything is polluted,  
their holy sites burned,                      their religion crushed
Gabrielle F May 2010
Dad
hes in good with the junkyard owner
and he likes that

they are both old men
trying to patch up their fractures
beer bellies coming along nicely
hands lacquered with paint
and modest discretion
and cigarette
blazing yellow

ABSOLUTELY NO SMOKING IN THE SCRAPYARD!
but he does.
killing time.
he does, fat eyes laughing
at blood on dashboards
metallic toe jam
and irony only he
finds
evident

he knows he can
stroke his vices
wherever
he so chooses
around here

the owner,
Dave
says so

and he makes sure he tells me
as he lights up
halfway out the door
Dave staring me down
with grease in his eyes

that 'not just ANYBODY
gets these
kind of privileges'

i know dad
i know
Raihah Mior Jul 2018
Every now and then
I find myself catching glances
Of faces
Behind dashboards of
Yellow myvis
Hopeful
To see your face again
Even if its just a mirrored shadow
Of your silhouette
Guess it’s time to close an old chapter. Goodbye yellow myvi man.
anastasiad Nov 2016
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Lawrence Hall
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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
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                                   Moo. Herd Immunity. Moo.

            "I don't know what herd immunity is, but when you
             add that to the people who have acquired immunity,
              it looks like it could be very close to herd immunity.”

                             -Texas Governor Greg Abbott,
        as quoted by the Washington Post via The Houston Chronicle


Moo. Herd immunity. Moo. Simple math.
Moo. Very close. Moo. Vigilant. Moo. Proactive.
Moo. Efficacy. Moo. Calculation.
Moo. Dashboards. Moo. Trackers. Moo. Asymptomatic.

Moo. 70% Moo. 80%.
Moo. Fourth surge. Moo. Waves. Moo. Gaps. Moo. Pockets.
Moo. Complications. Moo. Misunderstandings.
Moo. Factors. Moo. Threshold. Moo. Duration

Moo. Emerging. Probable. Moo. Data.
Moo. Equation. Moo. Very close. Moo. Died.

“I don’t know what herd immunity is…”

Moo.
A cow flop is itself.
Deborah Downes Oct 2016
Plastic Jesus on dashboards and in celluloids
Expressionless face
Mouthing great wisdom in monotone
Hanging from a cross of suffering
As if in peaceful slumber
Heart and soul of passion
Displayed emotionless
Written words
a Weak reflection of His true meaning

This is not my Lord and my God
Who is great
Beyond depiction
This is not His message
Which overflows human language

When will creation accept
it was born of God’s Vision
and Not the other way around?
SweetClementine Sep 2016
I feel so disconnected
Trying to reach out to my closest friends
is now a multi-step chore.
And I hope for them, I haven't become a bore.
I hope these cables and signals keep us from drifting apart
because if that ever happened, it'd break my heart
to know that you don't want me around.
It feels like you wouldn't care if I were laying in the ground.
All I ask is how you've been
But all I get in return is that you're nowhere to be seen
anywhere on my feeds,
on my dashboards, no texts to read.
If you don't want to hear from me, that's your choice.
I mean... I guess this distance does damper my voice...
I feel so disconnected.
Maybe this time I've gone in under my head.
This poem I wrote after being harshly cut off by a close friend shortly after I moved away for school.
Demi Sep 2016
look / at the city
crying / and / starving
in great hunger / they cling to

dreary / dreaming
dashboards / dissolve
empty / essences
crying / circuses

red lights / tame business
green lights / offer pursuit
suits / oppressed
manipulated / scarred

help / help
Eric L Mangum Apr 2018
Prologue-

The guide doesn't show the way.
Only the end.
There are no math/maps to the number of ****-ups that led me here.
But I'll fill you in on a secret (keep them whispers).
1 plus 0 equals 1
Do you understand my reasoning?


Chapter One: Shame

Fourteen was so easy!
Endless number of cigarette butts
taught us the ways of coughs and dry vomiting
You are such an amateur! Can you do better?
should have known that that road led nowhere…
But back alleys and the introduction of such sweet surrender
"honestly the high isn't even that good"
Then hit this and hit it hard
My nose still stings from the pharmaceuticals grounded into fine powder
You had me hooked.
I was an addict.
Soon I'd have jumped through burning bridges for another ****** snack!


Chapter Two: Dodging bullets

Kind of think they should teach a class on S…T…Ds
Or maybe I shouldn't have dropped out
the night before Ms.
(pay attention to the lack of a ring on that finger)
gave the lesson
Then again
a proposal for ***…class
probably would have ended up with more than me in detention
Or would have found us in the girls lockerroom
(she was only five years older after all)
Screaming obscenities between thrusts and moans
And lighting up underneath the bleachers
"I didn't know you smoked"
And I didn't know you were so experienced
Pity fantasies are only fantasies
Mistakes are still mistakes
And it wasn't till three years later that I wish I hadn't missed that class.
Countless used condoms found themselves on the side of abandoned roads/streets
with just as many left forgotten on dashboards
A miracle the tests came back negative


Chapter Three: Cross One

So call it superstition, but reminders are needed
nothing stains more than that of ink
Cross one (of four) finds itself now on my chest…
three nails intertwined. Tight.
You might as well as have crucified me then love
I introduced you to the life of falling stars
and you introduced me to fact
You get hurt! Deal with it (stop being a baby)
Tears meant nothing to you,
Even though you were my atlas we're free falling now
and glass shatters when it crashes down
We'll pick up the pieces later
if they matter…


Chapter Four: Snakes

Emotions became taboo.
I locked them away in the dark (lost in some circle of hell)
Praying light would never find them
A warning scrawled in blood-
This is Pandora's box
You would have thought that that was a euphoria of aphrodisiacs
A mess of mating hormones
because soon I had a line of woman (what is this? Wal-Mart?)
Promising me they could show me what love truly is
And I found myself trapped by snakes
(why was this so cool for Indiana Jones?)
Where's your whip? is the only thought coming to mind
Their promises sounding like hisses
"You willllssss lovessss meeessss…."
I wink back at them- keep on thinking that


Chapter Five: Spoiler

1 turned out to be multiple choice
A) Me
B) Me
C) Me
D) All the above
Were you able to make a decision?
Truth is that I'm still guessing…
Process of elimination
Ignorance was so much easier when we were young
Parents wrapped everything up in innocence
Such little angels but…
(where did our baby blankets go?)
the facts still remain-
we knew what we were doing
Still do…you whisper
Spoiler
Read on at your own risk-
At this point there is no more denial
((pay attention mother-
pay attention father!)
This one's for you…)
I have been asking what my biggest problem is?
Answer: ME!


Chapter Six: Denial

We look the other way, scream out in defiance
"There's no way!"
"This is not my fault!"
Where have we heard those words before?
Give it up-
This is a movie
And you are right on cue
Keep up the emotions
Maybe give me a little more
(yes daddy…)
The camera loves you
Even more than I do
I already knew that…
I can't take it anymore.
I know it’s my fault.
Will they catch the subtle differences
between drip drops?
Or will it be too late when they realize that the iron smell
Isn't me hitting another joint (thinking they don't know)
but a redecoration of scars…
Will they care?
I doubt it.
I can already hear my father's voice-
This'll be one hell of a cleaning bill
Thanks for the sincerity old man…


Chapter Seven: Cross 2

Ten years of absences-
Broken promises and empty "I love you"s
I've heard them all before!
I'll hear them all again.
Part one:
FIRE
"we'll go next week"
You lied like all the times before.
Wasn't long before Washington was in the rearview
and California filled the windshield
Like bird ****
at least that's how it made me feel
Not Alaska, just you
"I'll be back"
You don't need to lie, I know you won't
Just like all times before…
Part two:
ICE
You were less rewarding
and with all my problems
It was no surprise they were your favorites
Guess 2/3 isn't so bad when looking for angels
I must have been one hell of a devil
with how quick you downed that cocktail
(opiates and narcotics)
As if you were drowning yourself in pain relief
My soul shattered,
but you'd never see anyways
Frostbitten
Desolate
Goodbye was all I could manage
before your eyes glazed and the door slammed behind me


Chapter Eight: Zero

Always loved the term melting ***
Throw in:
tears,
lies,
fears,
blood,
hollow cries,
too late goodbyes
and my favorite of all
Refutation.
Call it what you will, but denial is still denial
You can tell where the pieces were jammed together
Picasso would be proud
Amazing what you can do with super glue
a shot of whiskey
and the promises of no more (you)
It was heaven at first
Each star blinking out like nightlight bulbs bursting
A sunflower affect across the skyline
Call me Tyler and
I'll forget you
with a 9mm to the throat
Steel tastes different then I imagined
Explosion
"goodbye…"
And when you add one to zero-nothing changes love


Chapter Nine: Devine

Let’s have a moment of peace
Or not…
wink wink*




Chapter Ten: Last Cross

And X marks spot
where cannons burst.
Flares ignite
and love ones die.
Call me Hawkins, Jim Hawkins
but we’re traveling in style now
the freighters of before give way to cruise lines
and instead of running from pirates
we’re the ones waving banners of
blackened skulls
"Never wanted to stay young anyways"
Now dig boy!
What's funny is that you never had to ask,
because I still have the key to oblivion
Atlantis/Pandora's been discovered
(Hell is escapable apparently)
And where you cut the flesh from my chest,
The cross solidifies
opportunity in its place
I'm still bleeding
You snicker. Insert. Twist.
Then…
Nothing…
"I'm sorry," there's a smile on my face.
"For bleeding on your white shirt"
WHERE IS IT? you ask
You'll never know though,
Nothing was ever there…


Chapter Eleven: One

From conception we were ******
innocence dies quick (what, at like nine?)
And if you knew then that I'd be a burden
I'm sure you would have wrapped that tool tighter
Don't worry, I feel bad for you too
Who wants disappointment?
but I am a poet
Can't you tell?
I wrap all of this sadness, self-deprivation into prose
where you laugh because of the wit
which is really nothing more than my-
Inability to articulate…


Chapter Twelve: Solution

Echo-
The guide doesn't show the way.
(where are the road signs?
did you forget to mention something boss?)
Only the end.
There's no math/maps to the number of ****-ups that led me here.
(I'm sure you lost count.
I know did.)
But I'll fill you in on a secret
You can scream it out if you'd like!
1 plus 0 equals 1
Do you understand my reasoning?
Of course you don't…


Epilogue

Clear as day,
the question is simple-
How do you **** up your life?
Answer is no new news.
It all starts with 1 (you)
add everything that amounted to nothing (0)
and you are left with 1 (you)
But don't worry, you were destined to fail from the start…
Alone…
but we aren't are we?
Why did you join me?
No answer.
Just the smile that started it all.
Original draft has notations for this to be spoke work.  Due to formatting issues, those feelings cannot be expressed properly, but I'm sure the point will come across just fine.
Yenson Jul 2019
the proven might of the gilded wit
one invalidated their invalidation's
leavings numpties with eggs on their faces
vomiting delusions of laughable posturings
reduced to those nodding heads on dashboards
plastic toys nodding in irrelevant nodding action
just doing for the sake of doing to appear relevant
puppets in revolution calling strings binding them power
Blue blood's simple living joke toys, engaging in self flagellation
sanity begs answers why expend such time effort money on nothing

yes, its because sterling greatness makes you feel so inconsequential
their spin has been made to engulf them and their stupidity exposed
their invalidation's has been invalidated leaving them  anachronistic
a pathetic gaggle of nodding heads doing for doing sake
eggs on their faces, eggs on their faces, eggs on their pale faces
The ordinaries and afflicted are the perfect soldier. They have great potential for aggression and a limited critical capacity - or none at all - with which to analyze it and judge how to channel it. Throughout history societies have found ways of using this store of aggression, turning simple minded people and their frustrated adolescents into soldiers, cannon fodder with which to conquer their enemies or defend themselves against their perceived  aggressors.

Can't you see,Jimmy?It's not a war about our freedom,it's a power struggle between rulers and bosses wanting more land,more power.The likes of you and me are just cannon fodder in their draft war.We should have nothing to do with it,let alone be supporting it! The only fight that concerns the working man is the one the trades unions are fighting against the bosses.That's the only struggle I'm bothered about and I don't give a toss if they're British bosses or German! .....

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