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Logan Robertson Nov 2017
The Lost Bird In The Sky

The Lost Bird In The Sky

Somewhere there sits a lone man
at a bar filled with lowlifes
lost in his thoughts
mad at the world
and at her
it's eight in the morning
and dawn is long past
and its eve's seat he'll now nurse
across the bar room
through the blinds, some sun peeks in
over the seedy rug
the sun drying the last cleansing
of a patron's puke
the musky smell the last of his worries
his eyes take in the bar
he intimates a hand gesture to other patrons
and a meaningless nod
indifferent to being friendly
matching the terrain
of the other lowlifes at the bar
all on crutches, it seems
on the wall
hangs pictures of storm clouds
black and ominous as his life
the first of his worries
him and his head always drooping
or were those pictures in his imagination
the music box plays a sad song
smoke gets in your eye
followed by lies
another sad song
stories of his life
accentuated
grabbing at him
his worries
her effect
how poetic, he smiles
him in effigy
through the smoke in his eyes
and more beer
he can clearly see her
with a voodoo doll in hand
sticking needles in him
maybe deservingly
if only he could tell her a story
he thinks better of his thoughts
and a pending epilogue
thirsting for sunshine instead
his eyes glance up at the women bartender
plain, plump, playful, pierced
sunshine for the moment
his lips, and tongue curl
his feet touch earth, seeing if it's still there
as she lumbers back and forth serving drinks
her backside sticking up like a beehive
and for a moment he wants to be a bee
he plays with his beer bottle
running his hands past it's neck
caressing, taking a sip
thinking of his past love
the softness of her neck
*****
her essence
of how pleasing it would be to touch her
her nest
if only he could be a bird for a moment
fly and be in flight with her
together in the sky
making baby birds
their innocence and first tweets
that would have been nice
now ... landed at a hole in a wall
his eyes and thoughts keep soring
he grabs more beer
more beer
pausing to grab some honey with his eyes
he keeps playing with his loose change
spinning a quarter
like watching her pirouette
again and again
she had that effect on him

Logan Robertson

11/15/17
I wrote this poem today on Poetry Soup under the pseudonym, connie pachecho. At last count the poem was drowning in 9 views. I'm not going to lie that was very disappointing. Maybe it's me. Truly I'm lost. Maybe I'll pick up a few more views here and light a candle.
Sam Conrad Nov 2013
The Purple Heart

Is not only a military decoration,
Though that decoration is deservingly given,
To those who perished in some way, serving their country,
For "Being wounded or killed in any action against an enemy of the United States
or as a result of an act of any such enemy or opposing armed forces."

You see now,
The Purple Heart,
It's also means what I have, The Purple Heart.
It's the type of heart disease that society and medicine don't talk about,
The kind you get after your heart's been beaten up.

I'm not the only person with The Purple Heart,
It's actually an epidemic, and it kills people every day --
But nobody wants to talk about it,
Because if they talk about it,
They just might catch it too.

The Purple Heart doesn't just affect the heart,
It gets in the blood, it eats at the mind,
Coursing through the veins of unsuspecting victims,
Victims of abuse, negligence, turmoil, but they don't get medals, they get pushed down,
Victims that are heroes.
Andre Baez Jun 2013
Love,
Deep love,
Why?

I am Vile!

Villainous, Mischievous

Destructive, Productive

Seclusive, Inclusive

Hate,
Deep hate,
Why?

I am, I!

Represent, Comprehend

Wash away, Go astray

No go, Home no...

You

Wish,
Dream,
Feel,
Scream,
Fall,
Crawl,
Won,
Lost,
Kiss,
Squeal,
Heal,­
****

Me...

Unknowingly

Deservingly...

Our connection,
Shattered in the wake of deception,
My repentance,
None is thy sentence

Shivers run below

Shivers run below

Shivers run below

Snowy Diablo
Dear Friend,

If thats really what you are... Can I still call you that? I'd very much hate to do so.

Thank you
Thank you* for treating me so deservingly with your coldhearted, excuse ridden backstabbing attitude. It means the world to me that you would destroy the little happiness that had built up over the past couple of days.
Life is hard right now, all I need is people there for me and supporting me and keeping me distracted and happy, but
Thank you
Thank you for treating me like trash, like I am nothing, and like you cant talk to me cause youre "afraid to hurt and upset" me again.
You seem to be doing a fine job of that already.

*Thanks for nothing,
Me.
"If they take the time to walk out of your life, they sure as hell didnt deserve the time in it"

Maybe I deserve to be alone...
out in the mountains,
when my feet are pressed and purpled
from pushing the world to roll her callused breast,
then each breath, deservingly,
funnels the friction into fire.

but here our milk flesh thumbs
flick the ridges of the flint
and through trees we **** a Bic
just to exhale flame again.

oh-two deprived at altitude
or getting high with all the dudes
you’d count them as two trails that lead to the same place

but that’s just what the map says.
neurotransmitter math has
sold, by weight, the dopamine
wrapped like gods great gift
in threads of nervous lace

and you forget that different paths
never summit the same
if steep, or shallow, the peak can be
epiphany pleasure or just good ****

in green pill bottles, they trap the trees
and plastic cages hang on me
when the weight of our minds
bends our necks towards the asbestos sky
where porous plains of ceiling tile
have us counting holes in the light

so you see my disappointment,
when you were too ****** or drunk or cold
and said it would be better
if we just went inside

as we circled up the stairwell
you stepped easily on plaster pieces
of white ceiling that had fallen to concrete

perhaps it is from fear
that some can find a comfort
having heavens built so brittle
that they crumble within reach
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I said I wasn't ready for how this begun
now the race has been run,
I'll say it has been fun.
So if the stars fell from the skies
you wouldn't see tears in my eyes
for goodbyes to  lies that this world has been telling,
those goods were poor for selling.
A felony for global enemies and lemme see
cause the blood can't scrub from these hands with ready clean
do you know what I mean?
I took them serious but I am laughing this time,
They thought that I would stand in line for this mankind
I'm like fine. No crime, But only for a second.
Never stay in order too long cause the chaos always beckons.
I think I love her for the trouble the love that I have is causin
So disaster is my demon and I'm addicted to her problems
Not trying to solve them too fascinated by the puzzle
I owned the hand of the master so bite that and get muzzled
And I can say for certain
all the serpents will get their serving.
Deservingly for causing uncertainty  with their obscurity.
Verbally the dawn and the dusk of us
could be the boom then the bust
so robust with lust like as we died we all ******.
Before we're all ******.
But you'll find no apocalyptic apologies from me
I didn't fall to greed or disease
I worked hard to fill needs.
And now  hells bound on four steeds
like the poisons on force feed.
But we will not drink the kool-aid
and shadows of comets are a cruel shade
the reason they move this way
to collide in for doomsday
and the doomed say nothing of light when in the dark
like they never knew the flame that could grow from the spark.
So I wonder if we knew there was no future to defend
would that mean no apologies because regret is pretend?
Vampyre Kato Nov 2015
Early Morning Thought's Haunt Agian,
How Are You Feeling,
1-10
A Little Bit Sick,
****,
There's No Medicine,
Nor Cure,
Fears Lethal,
Injecting Placebo Needles,
In Inncoent People,
All Authority & Other Men,
I Thought We Were Equal,
Trust Is An Illusion,
Goverment Loves Evil,
They Real Bad With The Flag,
Grabbin That Egeal,
Enough Is What I've Had,
Were Not Trash,
Stop Back Stabbin The People,
Honestly We Don't Wanna Be,
Mondern Way Slaves
Souls Precious So Smegal,,
These Days Display Slaughtering Sequals,
Sippin From The Tip Of The Last Cup,
Where Did My Tea Go,
Won't Mask Up,
No Disquise ,
Meet My Eyes,
When It's Time To Fly,
Remember The Stare ,
Tremmbling Glare,
Intriging Guy,
Are You Feeling Okay,
No, I Thought So,
Let Me Know , Why,
Were Similar A Alike,
We Wanna Feel Okay,
Secure , Safe,
Make It Threw The Night,
I've Been In The Dark So Long
House Lights Aint Bright,
Dim From The Grim,
Face Shakes ,
Hey My Chin,
Skin Ripping Like My Shins In Condition ,
Cold Winds,
Myster Told,
I've Been Alone , Aching Bones,
Blistering Blizzard Snow,
Lets Take A Flight Tonight To Rome,
After My Show,
Just To Show Our Pretty Eyes,
What's Possible,
Plottin On Forgottin Fuel,
Ew Obsticales, Lot's Of Those,
The Way I Spit Real ****,
Gets Me Lots of Hoes,
I Don't Attend To Their Hunger Needs,
They Don't Give Affection,
They Beg For Things,
I'm Making Cheese,
My Own Kind,
Spazzing All The Time,
Cracked My Spine,
If Acid In Your Back Is A Myth,
Then Why When It Pops,
I'm Lost High As ****,
3rd Eye Pirate Fist,
Twitch Iron Fish,
My Life Is Twister In Winter Midst,
Tree's That Breathe Release Of Sin,
Chosen One 3rd Son,
13 Candles Lit,
Black Robes,
Back Rodes,
Phantom Sits,
That Rope,
666 Notes,
333 Oaths,
A Cat, Candle Black,
Blood Bath & A Ghost,
Letter Inside A Sweater ,
Mr. Cap Crow,
Train Tracks Split,
Deep ****,
Holding On To This
All I Hear Is Hiss,
I Wanna Get Lost In Zen ,
But Cant Sit For 10 Mins,
HyperAware,
Sniperlike Stare,
No Money , You Hungry , No Problem
I'll Share,
Don't Sleep In The Street,
Heres A Bed With Clean Sheets,
You Can Lay There
I'm Hurt So I Care,
Home Is Somethin I Don't Know,
Where,
Majority Of My Life,
Especially At Night,
I Am There,
Feeling Satan Sensations,
Shaking ,
Hard To Bear,
Empty All Alone,
I Am Scared
Becoming Stone,
All Knowing Tones ,
Ringing Like A Phone,
Intuion Avatar,
Answers In My Bones,
Today I Crawled Out Of My Bed,
Listening To All My Guilt,
That Built Stuilts InSide My Head,
Tought Walking Tall,
I'm Walking Small,
Don't Wanna Walk Again,
Need To Hurry Put This Gun Down,
And Throw These Blades Out,
Hey Now Hold On ,
Somebodys Walking In,
I Hung A Sign Please Knock,
Humans Forgot What They Meant,
I've Been Actiavting With Hatred I Hate It,
I Save And I Cave In,
Immortal Pact,
Time Cant Earase It,
Steady With The Pen,
I Bleed For A Hug My Mother,
uggh I Cant Take It,
I Swallow My Spit, Stand Up , Sit Try To Shake It,
Little Me, Literally Be Sizziling Like Some Backon,
Real Skills Have Taken,
Channelin Awaken,
Time Don't Exist,
Scars On My Wrist Inscist It's Mine For The Taking,
I Spread My Shreaded Wings,
And Reach For A Mystery,
Question For My Creator
List Of Things,
Are You Missing Me Like I Miss My Mom,
Grandma My Life Is Missing Things,
I Need You Both To Hold Me Close,
I Love You, Uggh I Know Yall Know,
Our History Is Pain & Mold,
I'm At Fault
Wont Let It Go,
Forgive My Self,
That's A No,
You Stayed And Prayed ,
Amazed You Both Didn't Let Me Go,
My Mother And Grandma Are Real Angels,
Incredible,
Stings When I Feel The Rush,
Cant Go Back In Time To Redo Things,
I ****** It Up,
Compromising
Darkness Rising,
I Got Real Tales,
That Can Make You Shiver,
Buckle Up, Grab Your Liver,
Hair Sliver,
What I Got Is By The River,
What I Feel And Felt,
Cannot BeA Erased,
I'm A Ghost Living In A Humans Race,
Passing Threw With A Very Netrual Face,
I Don't Wanna Be Alone,
Girl Stay,
Not So I Can Feel Your Love,
Just So You Can Feel The Space,
A Terrifying Void,
I Cant Avoid,
Been Dealing With My Demons,
Since Cleanin My Toys,
Young As Hell Just A Boy,
Everday I'm Ageging Decaying Making Noise,
In The Mirror Trancing Threw My Flesh Feautures,
How Come Death Becomes Our Best Teachers,
Yall Got Friends And ***,
Hot Shots And Bleachers,
I  Got Ghost Rabbies ,
Mold ,
Cold And Reapers ,
Distrught Fist Got Heaters,
I've Pist Off Preachers,
Aliance Giant ,
Invisible Creatures,
Thoughts Prjoecting Vibes,
That Change The Out Side,
Brain Changes With In Single Minute 100 Times,
I'm In It Till Finish,
Then I Diminish ,
My Physical Immage,
4th Dimenision,
Duality
Miracles, Fatailty
Pay Attention,
Darkest Night,
Lightest Day,
Balanced Out Talent Ouch, Legend Ways,
I Cant Be Saved,
I Recieved A Letter From Amaru  ,A Congradulate,
Your Still Going This Long ,
Have Yet To Suffocate,
It Takes Strong One To Reach This Date,
Espically When Your Hungry ,
And Ran Out Of Plates,
Or Food And Passion Fruit,
And Truth To Face,
Thoughts Rain All Day,
When The Sun Turns Black ,
Ill Be Back , To Have Your Back,
Mom, Grandma You Are Heaven,
It's 11 Tip My Hat,
You Gave Me Something Long Enough,
I'm Not Strong Enough To Give It Back, Rough,
Hard To Fathom Or Get That,
I Understand, I Stand Under Where Ever You Sit At,
Ima Demon With Demons,
No Sick Act,
****** Rose,
Thick Pact,
Living Like I'm Blind,
My Mind Likes Living In The Past,
Not Me Though,
Ya See Yo,
I'm Encyrpted Scripted With Evol,
Love From Me Is Urgently,
I Love To Strong For Way To Long,
Emergency ,
Oblibvous Pyro,
I'm Burning Things,
Savage With That Black Magik,
Turing Rings,
Listen To That Sermin Sing,
Not Again,
Heaven Will Not Let Him In,
I've Completely Burned My Wings
Pople Who Are Close To Me Are Pure Loving And Searching Dreams,
I'm The Monster Hurting Non Deservingly,
Purgtory Orders Me,
Accordingly,
Never Ending,
Hell Bending
Immortal Surgery,
I Turn To The Leak In Me,
That Gold Freuquency,
That Tried To Speak & Teach Me Things,
I Went Off On My Own Path,
Made My Own Relgion My Own Craft,
Consuquences Exist I Admit ,
I Own That,
I've Tooken,
This Farther Than A Drone Can,
Spirtual Teachers Cant Believe Thier Eyes
I'm Living Proof
I am Who Is Due To Die,
I See With With Middle Perception,
Human Eyes Do Lie,
I Hold Ages Of Prophecy,
Which Obviously Takes A Life Time,
Really Listen, Peep My Tight rymes,
Cause The Right Line You Can Realte To,
Perhaps Could Save You,
Ive Made You A Life Line,
Kato
Gossamer Dec 2013
I cannot stand the taste of salt
On my tongue as the night drags on
And although it is my own fault
I cannot stand to know you’re gone;
Sheets covered in raindrops – no,
Those are pieces of my heart
And I find myself alone tonight
(Perhaps deservingly so);
Didn’t mean to yell, to fall apart;
I’ve always feared the light.

My lips are unbearably numb;
Is this how I’ll miss your kiss?
Is this what I’ve become?
Lost your love in the abyss,
The depths of my own mind,
Where voices ring loud:
“You are not worthy!”
Oh, I do apologize;
Words like these won’t make you proud,
But neither will girls like me.

I am acquainted with early hours
Of the morning, and yes
One a.m., I miss the flowers;
Midnight has already seen the mess
That is my forlorn heart
And yes, two a.m.,
You may wipe clean my canvas face
For sadness is not a work of art;
Were my lips not meant to part again?
Perhaps I am simply a soul misplaced.
Dawnstar Mar 2018
i like very much the sound of
my bones beneath your bones—
although comparatively softer
than mine—still made from
protons and neutrons and electrons,
all deservingly placed
in their element.
i like bonding with you,
and bridging the black crevasse;
hold me warm,
so i'll forget how
water feels in solid form.
Updated Jul. 15, 2019.
Mike Hauser Jun 2016
i like to tell stories
that bring glory to me
no one i know
is more deservingly

at this moment you think
i am up on myself
but at this moment
isn't everyone else

with self centeredness
being the thought of the day
in the i want it all
and i want it my way

i can honestly say
without skipping a beat
i, me, and mine
are my top favorite three

so listen closely
to the stories i tell
interestingly about me
and nobody else
Jake Conner Dec 2013
How can you be so sympathetic
Watching me, a simple moth
Pinned down to a corkboard
Desperately trying to escape

I’d like to believe it’s because you see yourself in me
You were once a butterfly in the same position
But I saw you torn from the painful security of that board
And, still bleeding, I saw your gorgeous wings ripped from you

I thought they’d never grow back the same

So how can you be so sympathetic
Watching me simply pinned
So securely
While you fly so free, so deservingly

You’ve worked so hard to mend your wounds
While I’ve almost stop struggling, accepting a broken fate
So hopelessly inspired by your success
So proud of something I’ll never be
Purely because I won’t break free
Amrita Dutta Feb 2015
Man is prone to fears,
they say.
Some fear the dark,
Others dread an obstacled way.
To each is his own,
A battle to fight,
Looking, seeking
For a way to capture the light.
I too have
My set of frights, demeaning.
That can be analysed not
Despite all screening.
For my monster is neither virtual
Nor real.
Yet my flights it restricts
And my dreams, seal.
My dreaded demon
Is the mirror on the wall,
That overlooks my glory
And highlights each fall.
The mirror that looks me in the eye,
Unnerved,
While telling me each pitfall
Was deservingly served.
It is a devil that exists
Both inside and out.
The torture unleashed via
A muffled shout.
I can turn to none,
Nor plead within.
For it is the punishment
Of an unatoned sin.
Butch Decatoria Sep 2021
Island. / by: b.decatoria

My Love is an island.


2.
My love is an island I shall not want I shall not need,
My love is an island on the stream,
On the ocean of tearful dreams, lonesome yet free…
My love is an island,  deservingly finds peace
In the light of truth, embrace Belovedly.
My love is an island I shall not want I shall believe….
Samantha Russo Nov 2014
We all get stranded out in the field
with a routine of things that never yield

The happiness we so deservingly seek
Turns mundane and makes us weak

We snip and cut at everything warm
Until our bones will show what we think is the norm

Tear at our flesh and rip through our lives
becoming the things we all so despise

We make ourselves sick with the image of love
With sharp thorny roses and disease ridden doves
i was watching
Shane's funeral

beautiful
and deservingly so

and i wondered
who would come to my funeral???

(debt collectors
police
2 x-wives
DEA)
(surely
i'm heading to purgatory)

perhaps she'll come
the woman who wants to be a mortician
i meant her at the liquor store

i answered her ad
in the A.P. press,
it read, as follows:

Female, a young 60
likes UFO stories
and exorcisms
loves to watch autopsies,
has a potato chip
that looks like D. Trump!
(not for sale)
will be in front of BY-WAY Liquor store
7 a.m. Tuesday. Gladys.

and one thing
led to another
SO,
here i am
and the the smoke
from the camp
fire's
burning my eyes
i'm on my 18th can
of miller light
Gladys and me
are looking for
UFO s
A Lorraine Jun 2018
dear girl,

you don’t know it now,
you won’t believe it now,
but here’s the truth.

one day not long from today,
you will be loved by someone
who accepts you even on your
most unapproachable days.
and believe me, you will have plenty.

you might do everything
in your power to combat this
kind of unexpected life you’ll live.
you believe you do not deserve him,
but you’ll give up fighting.
like i said, he’ll love you on even
your most unapproachable days.
unconditional and deservingly.

sincerely,
an older you who’s still learning
Mark Mar 2020
(I)

Though man with plenty whom proclaim your love
Is love of his, be wary may become,
Of heart; in lesser love and shade of dove;
Compare your potency; mere scratch the sum:
Of radiance, from skill born out the womb;
No quarter moon reflects that mirror just,
Nor sun that wakes in only season's bloom;
In lovelier of loves, year round's a must!
Deservingly, let love let you be you;
And shade your sweet abundance bathed a-bright
Like winds of summer onto beauty blew:
To compliment is love, more than of sight.

Yet if with one whom loves yours less than whole
Then from your love you give, from you have stole.

(II)

Then may you ask where find this love I write;
This poet dreams and dreams so through his make
That ink does spray tho' well, is mere a sight:
The love he raves is poet's stead and sake.
It's not of my deception you're deceived;
Your love has met with foe whom sways belief
In faith, devolved where faith is ill recieved;
Illiterate to love of ink's relief.
Yet still I pen for eyes in deep your realm
Well versed in alpha letters of the heart,
Let I revive this truth imprint that helm:
How beauty dwells within all-loving art!

And you possess love's many forms we hold
So dear and so majestic to behold!

(III)

Not from sweet fantasy becomes my words:
They flow from love, they flow in love to page;
By palpitating beat each two of thirds,
The third I do divulge my lover's stage:
How unaware this rose, of ardent truth
That becons my lips but witholds my tongue,
Renounces age and blooms a brighter youth
That's flutters on my face a bird unsung.
At night returns into my budding chest
And pass the moments by, like wind and time,
No! Poetry in three unveils my zest!
And couplet spill my secret love in rhyme:

My chasm where breath of love does form and brew
Is muse of mine and all of mine! It's you.
jeffrey conyers Jan 2019
Who the fools?
We the fools.
And deservingly so.

He's not a politician and it shows.

This we see.
This we know.

But this is him.
KV Srikanth Jun 2021
Speed of lightning
Philosophical in thinking
Put it down in writing
Life saving for generations

Father from the Opera
Placed him before the camera
Acted in 20 films
From new born to adolescent

American by birth
Hongkong nurtured his growth
Street fights in his daily route
On his way to studying in school

Grandmaster Ip Man
Martial arts legend
Teacher of Wing Chun
Took him under his wing

Enrolled for a study
His favorite subject philosophy
At Washington University
Met Linda lee


Founded a new system
Called it no system
Jeet Kune Do just a name to list
The art of the intercepting fist

Ed Parkers Tournament
Performed in front of an audience
Showcased his talent
Greatest Martial Artist of all time title given

One inch punch
Sent other masters flying
Mastery and dexterity of Martial Arts
Capability and Competence
He imparted

Different styles should compete
Only then the real test of a fighter complete
Deservingly called the the Father of Mixed Martial art
Its founder Dana White swears that he is god

Cast as Kato
Second lead in a series
Green hornet had a short run
He was so quick his scenes had to be shot in slow motion

Small parts in Marlowe
Followed by Longstreet
Espoused his theories
He had discovered through his practice

Started Martial Arts schools
Superstars as his pupils
James Coburn Steve McQueen to name a few
Kareem Abdul jabbar and Stirling Silliphant joined the queue

Had written scripts
His pet projects
Studios Didn't allow him to star
Could not get a star to star

Fought many battles
Couldn't break through prejudice
Humiliated and insulted
He would never be accepted

Career threatening injury
His entire back in jeopardy
On the road to recovery
Will never be the same opined the medical fraternity

Brandon & Shannon his progeny
Son & daughter completed his family
During the time of the back injury
They helped him overcome his adversity

Hollywood closed its doors
Wanting a movie career
He left for Hong Kong
The rest as they say is history
Yenson Sep 2022
Here we go again
showing what the sane know
that party is racist and divisive
along with a bucketful of primal ignorance
today we hear from one of their indentured lackeys
that an opposition politician is 'superficially black'

And why you may ask is this
oh, you see, its explained to us all and sundry
he is 'superficially black' because he had a good education
he went to posh schools, does not speak in Jamaican Patois
or in broken English or with a broad African accent or call you bruv
what's more, our 'superficial black' had aspirations and rose in rank
to become a deservingly much respected top politician

To that party, that is racist and divisive
all black should know their place in the social pecking order
they have to be semi illiterate and speak in street jargon, bruv
they have to confine themselves to doing jobs on minimum wages
it helps to have a Police record and do some social nuisance things
to be real black you have to come from struggles and you must struggle in mediocrity
you see dear comrades
that's what makes you proper black, not a 'superficial black'

Take that black Prince we are cancelling
yes that one on checkmate Row, that one we are erasing
he went to posh schools, got an excellent education as well
came from solid decent respectable, background, a Prince no less
sound, confident and articulate, charming honest and forthright
he was destined for great things

No, No, NO, the racist and divisive Party cannot allow that
he is a 'Superficial Black man' who doesn't know his place
we had to bring him down, we had to cancel the ******
ruin his reputation, assassinate his character, humiliate him
we want him driven mad and begging money outside Tube Stations
We can't have decent normal aspiring black people milling around
how can we control and herd them if we allow this
They must be put in their place and know their place in society

SIMPLE AS THAT, comrades.............


https://youtu.be/yAwahZtyxAo
SIR KEIR Starmer has suspended an MP who described Kwasi Kwarteng as “superficially” black.

Rupa Huq was criticised after a recording emerged of the comments made at a fringe event at the Labour conference on Monday.

In the audio, obtained by the ***** Fawkes website, Ms Huq can be heard saying: “Superficially he is a black man.

“He went to Eton, I think, he went to a very expensive prep school, all the way through, the top schools in the country.

“If you hear him on the Today programme, you wouldn’t know he is black.”
Travis Green Nov 2022
You are a beautifully bewitching bon viveur
A treasurable pleasure lover
A glorious driving force in my core
That opens the door to totally gratifying
And extraordinary rewards
My eternal and fervent splasher
Magical palpable smash
Full of ample and romantic enchantment

Deservingly disarming charmer
A bedazzling and enrapturing bad boy
Million-dollar macho boss
Equally noteworthy and considerable
Irresistibleness that makes me wanna
Chill in the dark with your royally
Alluring and transporting glory

I sink into your limitlessly
Pleasing and stupendous transcendency
So delicious, nutritious, and sizzlicious
An ****** hypnotic smokaholic
I thirst to be immersed in your perfectness
The best, aesthetic, and most iridescent treasure
Embroidered with extra evocative edginess

A sheer, certified, and priceless enticingness
Your bucolic exotic pulchritude is
Harmonious and joyous music to my ears
With an extravagant and intoxicating ambiance
Endless sinuous supremeness
That never fails to amaze me in every way
Yenson Aug 2021
The Apex is the point
the stand-out signal that fronts
the beacon radiates in sizzling brilliance
cutting through usurping darkness in luminous strike
as Alfa carries the charisma and uniqueness of the foremost
in sublime royalty live the divine providence of the chosen few
and thus the hordes and commoners shall write myths and fables
mired in frantic obsessions borne of the envy of minds insignificants
the enchanted lure of basking in the reflected glory of one in a million

some are born great as some achieve greatness while some are known
to have greatness ****** on them deservingly or undeservingly
and as life and the vagaries of randomness sits in selection
very few are called to stand in the reverent Light of Zion
or case the enlightenment of the sages that see beyond
and then to cloak the gilded ermine of regal fleece
the colossus emerges who shines in pure grace
and commoners will rile in vengeful angst
puke trash talk and green bile in fury
for a paragon stands amidst
pale tall midgets and dogs
it is the way of things
the power of the
powerless
the sick
in pain

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