"depravation" poems
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*This coup
A new nation
Loyal dedication
Its classification*
‘Species procreation’
Prevents us from facing
A human cessation
selective mutation
Gestation
Creation
It may help explaining
The reasons
Behaving
*But not the foundation
Or actions
We’re basing*
A simplification
is “continuation”
A checkbox
left vacant
*Fulfillment
We’re chasing*
We sweat
Eyes are gazing
A slight
palpitation
In need of hydration
Complete excitation
Without
hesitation
Intense stimulation
**Deep urges
Heart racing**
*Driven
By sensations*
**Unbounded fixation
Pelvic
Undulations
Clothing
Perforations
Time no longer wasting**
***This capitulation
a Sanctification
****** gyrations
Hint of ***********
The bedroom
Safe haven
For what
we are craving
*Once out
and displaying*
It all had been taken
Before
Feeling vacant
Freed imagination
A resuscitation
Indulged depravation
A rhythm
we’re setting
The giving and getting
**Destroying
the bedding**
All else I’m forgetting
Entwined
with each other
Like entangled netting
*Both
on the same trip
In a unified heading*
Now comes
the summation
A true
Revelation
Final
culmination
Smash all expectations
***Volcanic
eruption***
That lasts the duration
**Loud gasp
We unlock**
Filled with gratification
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Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 3:19 AM UTC
Sleep depravation leads to many fun things,
Like commas,
And sea dragons,
And low self esteem,
Being happy leads to several exciting things!
Like exclamation marks!
And dolphins!
And a sexually transmitted disease!
Anger leads to lots of frustrating things.
Like periods.
And humans.
And bullets handed out for free.
So with all these great feelings, creating such magic!
How in the world could life be so tragic.
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC
Crack-- creek--snap!
WINGS explode from my back
learning to fly is a *****
but my third-eye antennae
is reading a world atlas
ready to traverse....
Crack-- creek--snap!
Waking up to a trashed apartment
my mind insists everything must go!
That includes the world's most comfortable sofa
in that ugly pea soup olive green where I've probably spent too much time ************
Crack-- creek--snap!
When I meditate in the shower
everything is dark.
The closest thing to sensory depravation.
I travel to realms of talking green lions
and electric purple snakes that sway
and I crave to stay in the emerald caves
with the copulating mind flowers.
But I'm learning to fly now.
Crack-- creek--snap!
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 11:13 AM UTC
NEWTOWN (TRIBUTE)
from Tucson,AZ
E.J.Anderegg
In a haven of knowledge, structured for sharing,
an intruder descends with all absence of caring.
Unleashing his crucible’s conscienceless yield,
student’s bastion transformed to a killing field.
Grim reaper bedeviled with hell-bent depravation.
Safe haven for children suffers love’s reparation,
It’s not really surprising that death toll keeps rising,
While the lost moral compass despised compromising.
NRA’s pompous position truly appalls;
Corporate greed clenching sacs that once contained *****
Though psycho’s name fades, he’ll bequest mental anguish.
In Newtown hearts, where young memories languish.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 1:41 PM UTC
Depravation
Deprived of the odds of our stars
Little ***** ****** me and left me
Depravation of the hard time rambling in my old mind
Past coming like the present time
Future dim with nine lines
My ***** ****** me on nylon
The depravation of my mind
Hard to think
Hard to swallow the deprived thoughts
I need some water give me some water
I'm deprived
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC
We see millions of people coming over our southern border
Millions of people are here illegally some through no fault of their own
When your parents bring you here as a child you have no say
When you are born in this nation from illegal parents it is not your fault
Our government works on the principle that we need to return them
They want to build a fence to stop them
Some want to legalize the ones here and start over
Reagan tried this and it proved to be a failure
We need to look at why they are coming to our country
We need to help their country to become economically sound
We need to enrich our southern neighbor instead of China
We need to embrace Mexico and choose to help our neighbor
Nobody wants to leave their home, go to a foreign country
To find a job, to be secure or to face the depravation of family
We will never see an end to border crossings as long as the economy
Of one nation exceeds the economy of the other.
We can help them there within their border or we can help them here
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC
NEWTOWN (TRIBUTE)
from Tucson,AZ
E.J.Anderegg
In a haven of knowledge, structured for sharing,
an intruder descends with all absence of caring.
Unleashing his crucible’s conscienceless yield,
student’s bastion transformed to a killing field.
Grim reaper bedeviled with hell-bent depravation.
Safe haven for children suffers love’s reparation,
It’s not really surprising that death toll keeps rising,
While the lost moral compass despised compromising.
NRA’s pompous position truly appalls;
Corporate greed clenching sacs that once contained *****
Though psycho’s name fades, he’ll bequest mental anguish.
In Newtown hearts, where young memories languish.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 1:33 PM UTC
NEWTOWN (TRIBUTE)
from Tucson,AZ
E.J.Anderegg
In a haven of knowledge, structured for sharing,
an intruder descends with all absence of caring.
Unleashing his crucible’s conscienceless yield,
student’s bastion transformed to a killing field.
Grim reaper bedeviled with hell-bent depravation.
Safe haven for children suffers love’s reparation,
It’s not really surprising that death toll keeps rising,
While the lost moral compass despised compromising.
NRA’s pompous position truly appalls;
Corporate greed clenching sacs that once contained *****
Though psycho’s name fades, he’ll bequest mental anguish.
In Newtown hearts, where young memories languish.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 1:38 PM UTC
The first appeared to me in white, and I thought him pure of soul
Little did I know that night his spirit was black as coal
Conjuring many connotations, he seemed of pure intent
But his gift devoured nations as his plague would not relent
He spread like wildfire through the land, yet displaying no remorse
He paved the way for his brothers ****** each arrived in due course
A solemn warning that’s never heeded
Will breed nothing but despair
And no amount of promise or pleading
Will change what can’t be repaired
In red the second of the four needed no introduction
I knew at once that this was War, with havoc and destruction
He plied his trade while the world did bleed, and seeds of hate did sow
And ventured he upon his steed where no other man would go
For once the earth was fertilised from the spill of human veins
All the people he had terrorised succumbed to their own chains
A solemn warning that’s never heeded
Will breed nothing but despair
And no amount of promise or pleading
Will change what can’t be repaired
And scales in hand the third did spring with his mare dark as his heart
But far from justice he did bring; only famine did he start
And so just as midnight claims the sun he brought his starvation
To claim all good that was begun and reap his depravation
And even though his deed was done, spread far by his charcoal horse
All the suffering was far from gone; for horsemen come in fours
A solemn warning that’s never heeded
Will breed nothing but despair
And no amount of promise or pleading
Will change what can’t be repaired
And all too soon before me stood the fourth and final horseman
While there he stood with horse and hood spoke he to me his caution
Pale and pallid his horse and pallor; left a lot to be desired
Now invalid; vigour and valour; no longer are required
The Fates; their cloth length cut as due, they have measured mine alone
And now here He comes; Death right on cue, to claim me as his own
Copyright ©2016-2017 KF
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 7:40 PM UTC
A match, unlit, but potent, awaiting
A spark.
Impulse, unfit, but potent, awaiting
The dark.
Controlled, subdued by intimidation.
Behold! It escapes in conflagration!
Desire, unmet, but potent, and wanting
To play.
The id, unchecked, but potent, and wanting
To prey.
Dead, beaten into its subjugation.
Instead! Unchained, furious damnation!
Defense, untried, but potent, seeking
To win.
Violence, untold, but potent, seeking
To sin.
Enslaved, subject to emasculation.
Saved! Freedom, total depravation!
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
The thought of ... Communities ...
Interests Me .....
because communities NEED ... " UNITY " ...
If they're gonna succeed ...
In ... Keeping The ... " Peace " ... !!!
Peace and Love ...
Can Create ... Harmony ...
Harmony ...
Creates ... Peaceful Streets ...
Streets that require ...
LESS police ... !!!
Because Police are required ...
TOO FREQUENTLY ... !!!!!
Police NEED To ... Recognise ...
How They ... BE ... !!!
cos' Harassment of youth ...
Can UPSET Their ... " Chi " ... !!!
They ...
NEED TO feel .......... FREE ............
to be ... Who They BE ...
Without always fearing ... BRUTALITY ... !!!!!
This comes from ... " Patience " ...
MORE ... " Race Integration " ... !!!!
MORE ... Workshops for THEM ...
They NEED ... Education ... !!!!!
On how our youth are ...
Black Youngsters and Asians ...
and Youthful ... Caucasians ... !!!
Racists NEED ................................................................................................. REMOVAL ...
from our ... " Police Stations " ... !!!!!
That WASN'T ... " A Dig " ... !!!
But ..........
ABUSE of ... " The Law " ...
Makes .....
Most People ... SICK ... !!!
and this can bring ... TROUBLE ...
when dealing with ... KIDS ... !!!
Communities NEED ...
to ... FIGHT OFF ............... *** - isi - on ... !!!!!
They NEED ... POSITIVE Leaders ...
With Singular ... Visions ...
People, who ... LISTEN ...
to Statements with ... Missions ... !!!!!
NOT People who have ...
"Narrow Minded" ... Opinions ... !!!
From groups run by ... " Muslims " ...
to ... groups run by ... " Christians " ...
DON'T Use Your Religion ...
to ... Build A ...................................................... Partition ... !!!!!
Use Your ... Religion ...
to UNIFY Children ...
cos' UNITY is ...
What Most People are ................................... Missing .......................... !!!
We NEED ... Education ...
That FEEDS ... Information ...
to Help us ................................... AVOID ...
Social .... "depravation" .... !!!!!
There is ... NO EXCUSE ...
for Children's ... STARVATION ... !!!!!!
Private Investment ...
Can Save populations ...
From ...... Discrimination ......
FORGET The ... " Playstation " ... !!!
The games of TODAY ...
NOW NEED ... Alterations ... !!!
Investment is ... NEEDED ...
In REAL .... Recreation .... !!!
Sports Clubs and Parks ...
This ISN'T ... A Call ...
But PLEASE ......
Hear My ... HARK ... !!!!!
cos' ... Those Who DON'T LISTEN ...
REMAIN ... "in the dark" ...
This piece has been ... Written ...
For Peoples' ... PROTECTION ...
Crime DOES NEED ... Inspection ... !!!
Our Youth NEED ... Direction ...
BEFORE They ... End Up Hearing ... !!!!!
"Son you've been sectioned !"
cos' violence can lead to ...
Psychiatrists Questions ... !!!!!!!
Violence is SPREADING ...
A DEADLY ... Infection ... !!!!!!!
THE CURE ... is ...
PREVENTION.
PEACE ... is a word ...
That DESERVES ...
One More Mention ... !!!!!
I Hope what you've read ...
INSPIRES ... " Reflection " ...
So to those who've read this ...
REFLECT ... Upon This ...
Communities WON'T GROW ...
Without ... STRONG CONNECTIONS ... !!!!!
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 12:18 AM UTC
Fireworks in the sky
****** lie, ****** lie
forget the screams,
terror, depravation, and dead baby's cry
for it's the Fourth of July!
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 9:59 PM UTC
I fill myself with strange men
Bottle innards
And illegal blends.
On a one way system,
Labelled “self-destruct”
By the spectators and their lust.
Driven by my insanity –
Fuelled by lacking faith in humanity –
Caused by my depravation,
Isolation, and lack of conscious restoration.
That pitied stare cast from judging eyes
Sends chilled shivers down my breaking spine.
My will is breaking –
The “fight” others speak of
To “pull through”,
An obvious deficit in me.
Encouraged by insanity,
Or does she welcome it?
Have I cocooned my insanity – nurturing it?
Or have I always been so tumble-lost,
Void and weakly?
Self – Destructive or it destructing self?
Oh me and my, and our insanity.
Is it me at fault,
Or humanity?
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
research claims
that everyone needs at least 12 meaningful touches a day
just a touch that says "i see you"
"thank you" "i love you" "i missed you"
...
and living in a world where we go out of our way
to avoid meaning and intentionality
no wonder we feel lonely so much of the time
3 billion people
living a state of inpenetrability
believing that no one wants to touch them
fearing to reach out themselves
its a cycle of depravation
and its so so sad
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 3:24 PM UTC
Go Ahead
Take A GOOD, LONGGGG, Look
Thats Right. Everything you See
Is the Miracle of Creation!! Beauty in every Stage from Depravation to Unlimited Righteousness
Thats Right.
Take a GOOD LONG LOOK! with a K!!! Look Hard, Look Soft
Look with your Old Ideas of Love, and if you have the Courage,
Than maybe You Now have some NEW ones
Grow UP!! Why as Old as Eternity LOVER
Too Fat!! I'm as Broaddddd as the Galaxies Horizon..
Plus Sized!!
**** Come and Get it If you Dare.....
And when You Show Up,
Make Sure you Bring Flowers..
The Kind You Caress a Womans' Body WITH
and I Mean WITH
Make Sure you Leave the Thorns on..
Nothin I like Better
Than a Sharp Edge
Caressing This Consciousness
Called LIFE
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 3:44 PM UTC
Meet Doctor Montgomery
with medical science he knows best -
a figure that some worship
and others detest,
for in 1974 he was revelling in his prime,
studying Biological Science at Oxford university
life was smooth and incredibly sublime.
Alas, he fell as a ****** addict,
seeking hidden answers,
that not even modern science could predict,
performing back-street abortions
bringing in the money -
by 1976 addiction was in full swing
and his wife had noticed something funny
and upon the Eve of that Halloween
she'd just had enough -
took the axe from out back to his study
but the blade was blunt and the oak door too tough
however her efforts were in vain
as Charles immediately opened up to greet her -
"My love, look -" He whispered,
gesturing to his centrepiece glass table
whereupon sat
a linen covered cradle -
slowly she peered in,
ignoring his entranced stares -
and what she saw wrapped in blankets,
was the seed of nightmares.
For Charles Montgomery
had been practicing the work of witches;
collecting deceased babies,
and sewing life together with surgical stitches -
"Do you like it? I made it for you..."
She gazes around, speechless,
eyes blurry with stars -
shelves and cabinets full
of body parts preserved in jam jars
throwing up at his feet,
going mad with depravation -
"Oh Charles -
IT'S AN ABOMINATION!!!"
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 4:57 PM UTC
They woke up to the peek of the mellow sun
Its rays not permitted by the dark ominous skies of the morning drizzle
As if the day have still the quality of night
Where the shy were shameless, their mirth boisterous
Where the bold haggles on the fringes of revolution
Until slowly the scalding heat of passions from the night passed
And evaporated forming mist and fog and dew.
The time held back
As they strip the night's cloak
Traces of stardust freckled their skin
A reminder of the raucous night
It was mixed feelings of hatred and love
Of loathing and yearning;
Of surrender, or of revolution!
The foundations of the day slowly cackles
As the sun breaks through that thick cloud that hangs above their heads.
All the venery and vanity comes alive
As the sun takes the cover that hides the depravation
The loudness of the roosters' crow in the countryside
Were overpowered by the boisterous hum of engines
And a people once again facing the grim task of living
Silenced are the laughters and grins and joyous singing
Repressed are the dancing and carousing
Dissolved again are the reveries for the death of the sun!
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 3:18 AM UTC
You can say you are the
light and we the darknes
You can build your wall
taller than our olive trees
You can cast your satanic
silhouettes dawn to dusk
You can shadow over
our struggling seedlings.
Yet, fungi, lichen and moss
for the Hamas headbands
were flourishing in the Ubac
of our enforced depravation
while the circadian rhythm
of resistance survived all
your attempts to dominate
eradicate and control.
Nov 13, 2023
Nov 13, 2023 at 11:25 AM UTC