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jeffrey robin Oct 2010
hate is the result of jealously guarded "love"
(and lovers)

jealousy comes alive in the isolated and the fearful

to survive is to be gentle
to survive is to be real

--

hate often takes the form of
a possessiveness that cripples
and humiliates
all who find it aimed at their heart

so they run!

RUN! RUN!! RUN!!

be free

of the love that is the disquised hate
the disquised lonliness
the disquised fear

in those who forget
they must fight for survival

with undauntable gentleness

--

we must be soul warriors
or we shall simply join

the pile of decayed and dying flesh
everywhere
MsMercedes Aug 2013
With each memory a piece is shattered
The past slowly walks inside
And leaves disquised as tears
Tears that slowly rush down your face
And leaves you with no emotion
But most important tears that prove
Bad memories dont fade
jeffrey robin Sep 2010
all the oil is gone from the gulf
all we have to worry about
are vampires

YOU GO AWAY FOR A DAY AND WHAT IS HERE?
VAMPIRES....AGAIN

simple images of ourselves
and what we do to eachother

images of our false love disquised
as imagry....in imaginary terms

YOU GO AWAY FOR A DAY AND WHAT IS HERE?
VAMPIRES....AGAIN

you try to truly love but
the "people" want VAMPIRES

to **** their stinking blood
and give them excuses
for the blood they ****

YOU GO AWAY FOR A DAY AND WHAT IS HERE?
VAMPIRES....AGAIN

AND LOVERS.....AS SUCH

come

beyong the imaginary grief we feel
beyond the imaginary images of revenge
that thrill us to the core of our unworthiness

beyond the death we  worship
we are truly dead

YOU GO AWAY FOR A DAY AND WHAT IS HERE?
VAMPIRES....AGAIN

and
so sad to say

WE ARE HERE

VAMPIRES!

******* death
as such

pretending that the oil
is gone from the gulf!
jeffrey robin Apr 2013
So shameless!
Writing  flippant verse
About severed body parts
And unimaginable suffering!
--
What an *** I am !
--
No
Respect!
--
For the victims!
For their families!
----
--
But wait
--
If you can't imagine the unimaginable suffering
You can't feel it!
And
Believe me
SOMEONE IS LAUGHING!
--
I think the disrespect is in the ACT OF SLAUGHTER

Not the reminder
---

The BOMB
(The ONE bomb)

Went off a long long time ago!
--

When we stopped caring for one another
when we stopped truly loving one another

When we ARMED OURSELVES
with
CALLOUSNESS
with
CYNICISM
with
GREEDINESS DISQUISED WITH WORDS SUCH AS PROSPERITY!
(And , of course
with
GUNS!)
--
So
--
OLE MC AMERICA HAD A BLAST!
(Eyi  eyi oh)
AN OLDIE BUT GOODIE FROM THE PAST!
(Eyi eyi oh)

Here a corpse there a corpse
And a neighborhood full of body parts!

(OR IS THIS JUST AN ANALOGY OF OUR SCHOOLS
AND THE WAY WE TREAT THE WORLD'S CHILDREN?)

OLE MC AMERICA AND ITS FARCE
(Eyi eyi oh)
------
One gigantic
WAKE UP CALL!

If you don't wake up?

THE JOKE'S ON YOU

DONT BLAME ME
Ry-el Nov 2011
head in the pillow
my deep breaths filled with this fire in my house
that i must confront
the heat carries the message that i must grasp

let the burning desire of my truth singe my flesh
the part of me that runs from who i am
the darkness that encases the light within me

if i can catch the flame, and hold on to it
mo matter which way the wind blows it
remain the same
ive bee so afraid
it scares me so much becase the truth burns from inside
more and more every day
it grows and grows
i cannot stop it

and the conscequence of building more of this disquised body
for this flame to burn
to keep this false image coherent

just a little bit longer
i let these distractions -the change of the wind
pull me in another direction

but the flame should be in control of the wind
but im too afraid to become ablaze
engulfed in the light that will
make the change

for years the wind has licked away
until i extinguish
but i still remain
become a body only restrained by the rain.

TRULY USE MY FREE WILL AND BREAK THROUGH MY DIS ACTION.
jeffrey robin Oct 2013
And

Also,

YOU

•••

(How

"Hidden"

Came to mean

"Safe"

Is the story of our lives)

••

We walk thru WARS

Disquised as city streets

And see

"Madness"

Encased in semblances

Of Human  Beings

••

We cry out for

SUBSTANCE

••

We get

DEATH

••

••

Well well well!

••

///
///
///

A flower child grows unto love and I go there

(I have no pretensions )

only a

"Perhaps"

Only a hint of

"Possibility"

•••

I come for

YOU

In the center of town

---The Heart----

•••

"Hidden"

In the virtuosity of love making

Fondling
Kissing

Pawing

At the fringes of morbidity

•••

(In the Modern Manner)

•••

Love

•••

///
///
///

We know of truth but we got no money

The Class Wars are here

••

We are scheduled to die

And

Soon

•••

(I have no prensions)

•••

We are

OF THE PAST

We are

ERASED

•••

Yet, still

I would like to express

MY LOVE

As something

GOOD

•••

The flower child!

Her Eyes!

The stray cat song in the night!

••

The lonely lovely

ETERNAL POET  BOY

••

We shall survive

••

I don't know how

Only

WHY
Connie Hopkins Apr 2021
Pets are different as are people
Which is in control, do you know?
They are side by side and may think as equals
The feelings they share are beyond compare
They look into each others eyes
With feelings that can't be disquised
Companionship, love and, trust for these are a must
Some may think it is silly, but really
Pets are friends till the end.
                                        By Connie Hopkins
An ode to my mother, mom you are my strength
For you, my God, I would go to any length
A gorgeous day not a single cloud of angst
As you rest peaceful in Heaven's outer banks


As high as a kite on selfless joy and pride
The sun grew jealous of light you held inside
You came home for Christmas gung ** bonafide
The world kept turning you were ready to ride


You could inhale hope smile and exhale faith
No marathons instead you won every race
Told to rest, but NO! You were God's special case
Wide eyes would float you to any destined place


Last Summer Point Pleasant you rode on the swings
Got off, and yelled, please don't let me do these things
You flew that day and today you've earned your wings
Angel for a mom makes me the king of kings


Could hardly walk and worse you could barely breathe
But you walked on out to meet the ocean breeze
The beach was all yours the perfect day was seized
Summer with Autumn was no longer make believe


You hit Atlantic City you doubled down
Toured the hotels and had fun you love that town
We had wonderful laughs there I love the sound
You chased happiness you didn't **** around


The woman who fought a most perilous strife
Never knew sympathy, although it enticed
Less than incredible simply never sufficed
Stronger than Superman you saved your own life


A hero disquised, stood only 5 foot 3
Ravaged skyscrapers desperate to revive me
Choked out fear, annihalated anxiety
You wove my path to enlightenment finally


Ask the doctors they call you miracle girl
Guided me close while my vision was blurred
Showed me light when darkness developed a hold
You opened my eyes to a spiritual world


A moment to thank you for eternal love
Kind symbolized by a quiet morning's dove
Perfect well yes I surely fell quite short of
And more and more love you were deserving of


But mom know as you fought your nemesis time
And never surrendered it helped me define
Suffering as being divine by design
Your life was so beautiful rescued was mine
jeffrey robin May 2013
He

Walking pure golden

Feelings

(Let us
See them as mountains)
---

SHE
OF COURSE
IS HERE
--
I
Disquised  as a child

(A little girl)
----
The soft wind faces and sun
..
The tomorrow that has come

The yesterday that is soon to be free
-----
--

We are not afraid any more
-------

In the image I create

God appears

-----

We are so lovely

We are healed

-------

Walking golden
Pure

Mountains

The
Lovely child

&

You and she

Dancing together

Are here
jeffrey robin Feb 2015
//////


Amid the liars /// walk on

00000

False flags waving in ****** breezes

////

Politics and horseshit is all there is

//

Until it's only YOU

&

ME

on the highway unto Dawn

//////

//////

Ain't no real countries

No real religions

No real leaders

No real poetry

//

Only disquised ideology

Meant to capture and enslave

••

Everybody saying

I AM         this or that

What we need are HUMAN BEINGS

There is but one war being fought

IT IS YOU FIGHTING FOR THE SAKE

OF OUR UNITED DIGNITY

000

So come child

Be a child

Be the soul you know you are

Be the WARRIOR

be the MOUNTAIN

Be YE the LOVER

that everyone needs

— The End —