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DJ Thomas Jul 2010
Dead sold souls herd us
Lost mindless finger puppets
Vapid witless words

A large meat fed dog *OR
a bicycle riding Meathead
ARE more harmful to the environment THAN
a Vegan driving a four-by-four

Eating meat means death
more suffering then grieving.
Suicidal Meatheads
contracting breast cancer,
China’s rich women’s disease

Linked male disease
includes prostate cancer.
Early doddering
old age of the mind and body
Meathead fat minds and body flesh .

Grumbling guts of a -
selfish and cruel industry.
Cleaving and feeding
Meatheads taste for flesh and fat.
Growing numbers of pet dogs.

They, their butchering -
suppliers and the linked
blind politicians.
Hands ****** with world ecology
and mankind’s nearing suicide.

Barbecuing flesh
Burn’t species in rainforests.
Slash and burn farming
Busy Meathead industry
Gross greedy blood dripping heart

Detail is in the UN Food and Agriculture Organisation’s
REPORT Livestock’s Long Shadow

Hot warming dry world.
Slaughtered environment.
Acid rain is falling
in livestock’s long dead shadow.
Desertification breath.

Trumpeting slaughter
Our children, each child’s children
Dangerous future
Meatheads dead with Treehuggers
Planets species murdered

Meatheads, THEIR suppliers and producers of live and
cleaved flesh AND their greedy lawyer-ed politicians ARE
the primary cause of harmful greenhouse gasses

Growing and processing
Feeding livestock flatulence.
Living flesh movement
Frozen slaughtered cut flesh
Transported, sold chilled packs.

Land taken for grazing and feeding cattle flesh IS
destroying our rainforests, CAUSING desertification,
KILLING or DISPLACING millions of wild animals,
DRIVING species into extinction

A plant-based diet
efficiently providing
our nutrient need.
Land feeding just two Meatheads
will feed twenty four with grain.

Or more than sixty with soya - BUT bioengineering has targeted
AND taken control of soya, BY doing so they might purposely
be destroying the bees - THIS another long sad story

The flesh producers -
cause most the world’s pollution.
Consuming most our WATER.
Legislating against meat
New green taxation controls

A worldwide plant-based diet WOULD require less than a
quarter of the present agricultural land and COULD
feed the millions who currently live in starvation!

Bees disapearing
Biodiversity sold
Rainforest cinders


It would allow us to SHARE our planet with the other SPECIES
that are struggling to survive OUR greed and stupidity
and HELP our own possible survival

Fat shopaholics,
a deadly consumerism.
Cancers meat to eat


Meat consumption is increasing, USING-UP a sea of potable water,
burning forests & species... MEANING there has never been
a more urgent time to reconsider OUR eating habits!

Enculturation
Our sad indoctrination
Globalization
  

So MEATHEADS, are burgers, bangers and steak worth
the personal risk, YOUR children’s live’s AND the
approaching environmental catastrophe?*”
copyright©DJThomas@inbox.com 2010
Raven Sep 2014
What is this place you talk about?
Grass is greener on the other side
No gray skies and the sun always shines
Animals roam the fields feeling the softness under their feet
Where is the place of greatness?
Stars visible in the night sky
The only noise are the trees talking
Sweet smell of bright flowers fill the air
This place you say is long gone.
Micheal Wolf Apr 2014
The noise of the night now comforts me. The stove creaks as it cools, jets decend to the airport and the traffics throng wains.
The day unwinds, its events now memories already. Each event, each thought like a train on its own little railroad, disapearing into the depths of the mind. When morning comes a clean slate. Then within seconds the thoughts that dwell, stress and depress, once again tear along the tracks till they overwhelm you. They just circle the mind on little railroads. No journey to speak of.
kyla marie Jun 2014
last summer
I met a boy of 6 feet tall
he is two years older than me
he listens to punk rock
has an alcoholic father,
and his kisses
are sweeter than honey
and softer than silk

we spent countless, long, dreamy
cold, rainy, humid
nights
in my backyard
with the smell of too much hairspray
which I can not bring myself to smell again
and mosquito spray which I never apply anymore
11pm
4am
the hours passed by like minutes, seconds

under the stars
telling secrets
I was scared
scared of losing him
even though he was already lost

fading
disapearing
slowly and then all at once

hallways
silence
stares
me alone
him and her

11pm
4am
hours seem like eternitys, milleniums
crying
flashbacks
thinking about the us that will never be
blood spills on the paper
spelling out your words, promises
do I even cross his mind
maybe  probably not  no

I'm sorry I wasn't
skinny
pretty
funny
admirable
good
enough

I'm sorry

we didn't even say goodbye

goodbye, Brandan
this is a letter that will never be sent
REAL Feb 2014
cookies crumbling in my mouth
tea burning my teeth
slowly making the cookie crumbles
melt onto my gums...
i sat layed on my old couch
next to the big window
in the living room
the sunset creeping through the curtains
painting my skin gold
the tea fumes
slowly  disapearing into the thin air
......
i wondered
and wondered
"why?"
....
"i dont know"
responding to my own
question
laughing softly...
the tv was on
playing a movie
my eyes tired
my hands sinking in my couch...
happy..
happy..
DC raw love Jan 2015
i am

like the bread without yeast
like all deserts sands that have blown away
like the fresh waters of life has evaporated
like the stars and sun disapearing in the skies
like the oxeyen being depleted from the air
like cars without tires

i can go nowhere without you
Michael Parish Sep 2013
I hear about his face
Being burned.
I hear spokane played
make belive with
The true meaning
of recovery.
Are they all playing
with syringes and
needles so sharp
You could weeve
the strings into
Linnens and
portraits of your
friends disapearing
from every hill
You lied about painting.
Over and over we all
waited at the end
of the tunnel.  until
the last train gave us
the message.  "hes on his own now"
I know they all tried.  
But now they will wait
For him anticipating the sounds
Of bells ringing a cadence saying
" hes somewhere else now"
They ask his mother
" wheres evan"
Even if she doesnt know
Where he is anymore.
Shell drum up half of
The true answer
Simply saying
The words
"I dont know"
"I dont know"
Hawk Flight May 2014
I stand there
With twittle by my side
Waiting for the others
Waiting to make the exchange

They come
High out of their minds
Threatening me
Tell me what I have is a lie

Their leader pulls something out of his coat

GUN

I hear twittle yelling something to me
but I cant hear what he says
my eyes only focus
on the barrel in front of me

Why I didnt run
is a mystery to me

BAM

I've been shot at before
I've been stabbed more times
then I can count

I felt the bullet go through me
I felt myself stagger to the car

Slump against it
trying to hold on

my vision blackening
around the edges

My hearing
disapearing

Is this what its like
To Die?

Twittle?
Where is he?
Will he be ok?

My strength leaves me
And I welcome Death
I got shot last december (12/6/13) through my right shoulder, Clean all the way through. I was rushed to the hopsital and it took them 5 hours to fix me up.
(this use to be my first poem on here but I accidently deleted it when I was trying to edit it my apologies)
cwhite Jun 2015
Only  a stranger with time.
A friend in memory,and a lover in life.
His soul engraved in my heart, his spirit blankets me in the dark.
      As a cool breeze passes by me ,thats when I feel his feather touch ,which gives me chills so briefly.
When I look sharp and afar is when I see his sillouette walking slowly then disapearing into the dark
Abigail Fischer May 2018
Can anyone take the memories?
They’re beconing me to a place I never should be,
They’re reminding me of mistakes sent free,
An eternity of sin and greed,

Can anyone take the memories?
I can’t erase the one time I accepted a fantasy,
Before losing the charity,
That now I no longer have within me,

Can anyone take the memories?
Because they’re haunting my sleep,
As I sit here and shake and weep,
Thinking of the disapearing creep,

He is hiding within my memories.
Rhiannon Mar 2018
I met you
I loved you
I wanted you
And I lost you

Your smile was bright
As you held my hand
You laughed so loudly
As you joked by yourself

We walked hand in hand
On that yellow brick road
We walked far but never reached the end
Walked far but made it home by dinner

After so long you said you will reach the end
I walked with you but you slowly disappeard
My frantic screams wouldn't bring you back
And I hugged you for that one last time

I still remember that day
The birds sung a soothing melody
As I screamed
For you to come back

The whole world seemed to forget you
The more I remembered
The more I though of you
The more you seemed like a nightmare I once had

Now I'm here
Once again on that yellow brick road
What I convinced myself was a scary dream
Has become reality

I felt happy as I saw you
Standing and smiling once again
I was disapearing too
For now at last I could stand beside you
silence the torpedo a space complete to go following the pain control
don't give up now the bebris at its plow toss in the towel,
silence in an ordinary plan coming apart with a tan
who are we to blame...,
young at the duration amidst the flight
tender composed the night
wonder through the isles
pain through comfort far in belief
slow vocation as we slowly take a leak
we shall cross the river only to leave behind the plow
one word of caution through its melting snow
perched in the idol radiant to its stand
having an unbelievable plan
I look through ivy wings disapearing in the snow
playing basketball taking hold of the next tempo
share a united story so why do we begin to worry
eggs with sausage...,

frightful hobby nights in the lobby
look onto the beach
try to catch the frisbee way out of reach
a song unsung to places laid clear
why should we fear start shedding a tear
there's mountains with wizards and warlocks to vent
watching the play in M anhattan simply known as Rent,
a moment with glass parted onto the sun
a good given chase as to run

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