"doktor" poems
Walang eksaktong kahulugan ang buhay, ang buhay ay buhay ganun lang kasimple yun, walang itong drama at lalong hindi kumplikado. Masdan ang galaw ng kalikasan. Sumisikat ang araw sa umaga at lumulubog ito pag hapon na. Ang buwan ganun din sumisinag ito sa pagsapit ng gabi at nagkukubli pagdating ng bukang-liwayway. Ganito rin ang mga bituin, lahat sila kumikilos nang ayon sa kanilang galaw at katalagahan. Kumbaga sa musika rock sila pero simple lang. Kalmante lang ang dagat pero minsan maligalig din s’ya kung kinakailangan. At ang hangin walang humpay sa kanyang pag-ihip.
Walang kahulugan ang buhay sapagkat tayo ang gumagawa ng kahulugan ng sarili nating buhay; tayo ang lumilikha ng sarili nating kasaysayan. Tayo ang pumipili ng sarili nating kahulugan. Doktor ka ba? Manggamot ka nang buong husay, sagipin mo ang maraming buhay. Sundalo ka ba? Makipaglaban ka nang buong giting, ialay mo ang buhay mo para sa bayan. Nagsusulat ka ba? Magsulat ka nang buong puso nang magliwanag ang isipan na malabo. Kung ano man ang napili **** gawin, gawin mo ito nang buong galing. Kung umiibig ka naman, umibig ka nang buong tapat at iaalay mo sa iyong sinta ang lahat. Maging mabuti ka sa kanya, mahalin mo s’ya nang higit sa lahat.
Walang kahulugan ang buhay, ‘wag mo itong hanapin sa relihiyon dahil wala ito roon. Panay kaulolan lang ang matutuhan mo sa mga nagbabanal-banalan at nag-aaring ganap, na kung umasta at magsalita akala mo ay kahuntahan nila ang Diyos. Wala rin ito sa pamahalaan at mga lingkod bayan kuno, lalong wala ito sa dami ng yaman.
Walang kahulugan ang buhay tulad sa isang tapayan na walang laman kailangan mo itong sidlan. Hindi bukas kundi ngayon ang panahon ng pagsalok ng kaalaman at karanasan kaya ‘wag mo itong sayangin. Walang kahulugan ang buhay ‘pagkat ang buhay ay isang kawalan na kailangan **** punuan. Tulad ito sa blankong papel na kailangan **** sulatan. Isang hiwaga na kailangan ikaw ang tumuklas. Walang kahulugan ang buhay basahin mo man ang lahat ng aklat at kahit pakinggan mo pa ang lahat ng talumpati sa mundo hindi mo ito makikita.
Walang kahulugan ang buhay ‘wag **** pagurin ang sarili mo sa paghahanap nito. Ang kahulugan ng buhay ay nand’yan sa loob ng puso mo. Kung saan ka maligaya naroon din ito. Aanhin mo ang maraming diploma at pagkilala kung hindi ka naman masaya? Ano’ng saysay ng mga palakpak kung huhupa rin pala ang mga ito? Hindi mo makikita ang kahulugan ng buhay sapagkat kailangan na ikaw mismo ang gumawa nito.
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 12:58 AM UTC
I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it----
A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a **** lampshade,
My right foot
A paperweight,
My face a featureless, fine
Jew linen.
Peel off the napkin
0 my enemy.
Do I terrify?----
The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.
Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me
And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.
This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.
What a million filaments.
The peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see
Them unwrap me hand and foot
The big strip tease.
Gentlemen, ladies
These are my hands
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,
Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident.
The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I rocked shut
As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.
Dying
Is an art, like everything else,
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.
It's easy enough to do it in a cell.
It's easy enough to do it and stay put.
It's the theatrical
Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:
'A miracle!'
That knocks me out.
There is a charge
For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart----
It really goes.
And there is a charge, a very large charge
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood
Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
So, so, Herr Doktor.
So, Herr Enemy.
I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby
That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.
Ash, ash ---
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there----
A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling.
Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.
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Ikaw ang dahilan kung bakit kahit gabi'y hindi pa din madilim ang kalangitan,
Para bang palaging may liwanag kapag ika'y nasisilayan,
Ikaw ang magiging sandalan ng mga takot at pangambang hindi ko mapakawalan,
Gusto kong lagi kang nandiyan, upang mga dalahi'y palaging gumaan.
Sayo ko naramdaman na kahit hindi tayo mag-usap ay nagkakaintindihan,
Yung tipong isang ngiti mo lang, kahit el ninyo'y iihip ang amihan,
Oo, ikaw ang nagbibigay sa akin ng ginhawa,
Isang yakap mo lang parang ako'y nakauwi na.
Mahal, sa daang tatahakin nati'y sa isa't-isa tayo'y kumapit,
Walang bibitaw kahit na ang dadaanan nati'y minsan ay magiging masakit,
May lungkot, maraming takot, maraming alaala ng kahapon,
Pero hindi tayo susuko, madapa ma'y palagi tayong tatayo.
Ikaw ang magiging inspirasyon, sa pagpapagal at pagpupuyat dahil sa edukasyon,
Ikaw ang magiging sandalan sa mga hinaing ko at mapapagdaanan,
Ikaw ang siyang magbibigay lakas sa akin upang ipagpatuloy yaring takbuhin,
Hanggang sa araw na masabi ko sayong, "mahal ko, doktor na tayo."
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 9:01 PM UTC
Anak kumusta na ang Dodoy ko diyan sa syudad, Masaya ka ba diyan , ha?
Kami ng itay mo at ng mga kapatid mo dito ay ayos naman.
Natanggap ko nga pala yung sulat mo nakaraang lingo alam kong mahirap mabuhay at mag-aral dyan sa syudad anak, pagbutihan mulang at mairaraos ka rin namin.
At yung itay mo hindi na umiinum ng alak at di na naglalasing, meron na rin siyang tatlong-daang katao na under sa kanya. Sa sobrang busy niya nga sa trabahao, hindi niya na nga masabi mensahe niya para sayo ngayon, nasa trabaho kase siya naglilinis at nagdadamo sa sementeryo.
Nanganak na nga pala ate mo kaso di pa namin nakikita ang yung bata, di pa tuloy naming alam kung tito kana o tita, kaya dodoy tulungan mo kaming magdasal nasana maging tita ka para di matigas ang ulo ng bata at di magmana sa kuya mo.
Nandoon sa bundok nagtatraining sa Army, eh nakapagtataka may mga baril wala namang uniporme.
Okey naman ang lagay ng panahon dito sa atin, dalawang beses lang umulan ngayong lingo. Noong una tatlong araw tas nung sumunod apat na araw naman.
Ang itay mo okey lang din, naalala mo na yung sinabi ng doktor na mabubulag na daw siya buti nalang pumunta kami sa albularyo nakaraang lingo at pinigaan siya nang binendisyonang kalamansi, ipapatak daw yun sa mata ng itay mo at gagaling na daw ang katarata niya sa makalawa.
Anak wag ka magalala sinusulat ko to nang dahan-dahan, alam ko naming di ka mabilis bumasa.
P.S. Maglalagay sana ako ng pera sa sobre kaso nalawayan ko na anak, di bale sa sususnod na buwan nalang ako magpapadala ng pera sa iyo anak, magaral ka ng mabuti!
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 1:42 AM UTC
Lasapin ang bunga ng paghihirap
Puso, isip at kaluluwa lang naman
Ang iyong nilaan para ikaw ay
bigyan ng kaunting sahuran.
Kung minsan, napapagod
Ay, madalas nga palang pagod
Ang katawan man ay bumabagsak
Gagaling ka rin at
Itutuloy ang paghihirap
Sabi ko noong bata pa ako
"Inay, gusto kong maging doktor
pagkalaki ko.
Pagka't gusto kong pagalingin
ang bawat maysakit na tao."
Hanggang sa nagpagtanto ****
Habang lumalaki
Ni hindi naman pagiging doktor
ang gusto mo paglaki
Ako ay sinanay upang maging alipin
Upang siyudad ng sikat na
Politiko ay yumaman sa aming kamay
Ngunit salapi'y nadudulas sa aking palad
Nalilipad-lipad at napunta sa
"tagapaglingkod ninyong totoo,
kami ay kasangga ninyo."
Sabi nga ng ilan ay
Buhay ay sadyang gulong ng palad
Hindi ako naniniwala dahil,
ikaw mismo na nabubuhay ang
siya lamang makapagsasabi at
makapagdidikta ng iyong kapalaran
Nasa iyong kamay ang kasagutan
Kaya pakilusin na ang mga paa
Buksan ang iyong mga mata
Pakinggan ng iyong mga tenga
ang bawat hinaing
Ito ay magbabago rin
kung bawat katawan ay kikilos
sabay-sabay muling galawin
Tayo ang sagot
sa hirap na dinaranas
Tayo rin mismo ang makapagbabago
Ng kung ano mang ang nakasanayan
Ng kung ano mang gawaing katakwil-takwil
Tayo lamang
Tayo lamang ang pagbabago.
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 5:19 AM UTC
muli sa inyong harapan,walang kiyeme.Ako'y may luha ng galak na sumasainyo
pigil hininga sa mga katotong bantayog na nakakasalamuha ko
halos hikahos kong kinu-kuyumos yaring mga mata ko na wala pang hilamos
pagkat sa tulad kong aba' ,kada rima ay sadya talagang mana nga o para sa tao etong aking paghangos!
isang nilalang na ang kara ay tila ba mapalad na albularyo
na di man lang kapara ng doktor na malawak ang bokabularyo
kaya't halina at ating paigtingin ang naturang tula at talumpati
sa tamang panahon at termino ng huwarang tupa at puting kalapati
ehem,,ayon daw sa isang bokasyon
dapat raw eh mag-bukas 'yon
Oo."ang hawla na seremonya sa KASAL
at tanging tali lamang ang may SAKAL
LAKAS sa paghila,manapa nama'y banayad
AKLAS man ang reaksiyon ng pagaspas sa paglipad
magsisitingala ay LAKSA hanggang ang pares ay magsidapo
mapapahangang gaya sa SAKLA.,tagos agad walang kahapo-hapo
edi wow aww aww...kahol ng bantay-bombang ASKAL
habang nababakas ang kasiyahan ng kapwa magpupulot-gata at ng mga saksing sabik sa sabaw
kapagdaka'y palakpakan naman ang siyang sa paligid ay pumaimbabaw
LASAK man na sa paningin ang pulang alpombra,hinde naman matatawaran mga alaalang duon ay naihalal!
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 3:25 AM UTC
Ako ay isang nawawalang tupa
Sana mahanap ako ng aking pastol
Naglalakad akong may hikbing di humuhupa
Kadalasa'y ang kasuotan ay kulay asul
Ako ay isang naliligaw na tupa
Lumakbay na nang di mabilang na burol
May sugat na tila isinumpa
Di kayang pagalingin ng mga doktor
Ako'y isang di mapanatag na tupa
Bagamat nag-aral ng mabuti upang di maging mapurol
Humahakbang sa pagitan ng langit at lupa
Naghahanap ng ilaw upang kumislap ang aking parol
Ako ang simbolo ng karamihan dito sa lupa
Mga tupang kapanataga'y hanap bago sumakay sa ataol
Lito dahil kay raming mapagpanggap na kapwa
Nawa'y bago kami lumipad sa araw, mahanap kami ng tunay na pastol...
Written: April 4, 2015 @ 8:00 PM
Mysterious Aries
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 8:07 AM UTC
Us girlies in our
cots, our beds,
rise at the sound of the
morning gunshot.
half past 8, the blinds
bolted shut like
some sort of gilded
prison
put on these socks
now, o
rubbered and friction
you don't want
hepatitis
now.
the bell jangles, no
that must be the phone and
8 foxes of the den
stand in a
line.
phone home will
you, doktor calls with
your paper cup. run like
you're freed and
ceased.
lukewarm water, O
now is she on Lithium?
nine hundred. the
morning gunshot
fires into the
ceiling speakers,
ringing like the
salvation army.
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 2:57 AM UTC
Take away your knowledge, Doktor.
It doesn't butter me up.
You say my heart is sick unto.
You ought to have more respect!
you with the goo on the suction cup.
You with your wires and electrodes
fastened at my ankle and wrist,
******* up the biological breast.
You with your zigzag machine
playing like the stock market up and down.
Give me the Phi Beta key you always twirl
and I will make a gold crown for my molar.
I will take a slug if you please
and make myself a perfectly good appendix.
Give me a fingernail for an eyeglass.
The world was milky all along.
I will take an iron and press out
my slipped disk until it is flat.
But take away my mother's carcinoma
for I have only one cup of fetus tears.
Take away my father's cerebral hemorrhage
for I have only a jigger of blood in my hand.
Take away my sister's broken neck
for I have only my schoolroom ruler for a cure.
Is there such a device for my heart?
I have only a gimmick called magic fingers.
Let me dilate like a bad debt.
Here is a sponge. I can squeeze it myself.
O heart, tobacco red heart,
beat like a rock guitar.
I am at the ship's prow.
I am no longer the suicide
with her raft and paddle.
Herr Doktor! I'll no longer die
to spite you, you wallowing
seasick grounded man.
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for my dad
I crack myself up,
twice
once, at the doctor's office,
a steady stream of me~repartee
made the waiting room, the warring harried receptionist,
and ultimately herr doktor, his royal himself, as well,
somewhere combobulated, somewhere beware and between chuckling to uproarious clutching their sides,
and many stations/gradations in between
finally the teary eyed doc inquired not how
but why I do it,
well, replied I,
somewhat of a family tradition,
doing waiting room shtick,
because the sound of infectious laughter,
fills in the cracks quite nicely
where you cut me open, and also drains away
the deposits of chemotherapy poisoned sinful residuals
just a tad quicker,
and that is why I crack myself up first,
when I boldly look in the mirror and
laugh at the silly scarecrow I have become
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 6:44 PM UTC
what i understand as a definition of
the word complex,
it requires a hyphen as a
pseudo conjunction, in that it
coordinates words in opposition,
which is why freud's right on the
money with the madonna-whore
complex, but completely bonkers
with his oedipal fetishes,
because oedipus is a complex in itself
that cannot be excavated
and theorised for the sake of a
analogue... that's a horrid plagiarism
that might plagiarise awry,
for all orthodox necessities:
a complex is aqua- -marine
aquamarine... but in terms of theory
it's evident that the hyphen usage
is still retained, before everything
goes **** up perfect *** **** of
compounding the two words like a german:
Fernmeldeverkehr (telecommunication),
der... 'nurse! pass the syllable scalpel!'
'herr doktor, der silbeskalpell.'
'ah scheiße, 'ere we go 'ere we go 'ere we go:
fern' 'mel 'dever 'kehr.'
the operation was a success, apart from
the silbeskalpell being left in the patient's body;
and i never understood why people
expect you to talk to them face-to-face
like you're reading autocue, the minute
you talk imagining off empty space
to invent a new language of comfort
they equate you with autism...
i once had a glance at psychiatric notes
sent to the bureaucratic doctor (g.p. / general
practitioner)... psst... they only care
about whether:
a. you're able to keep eye contact
b. you're / you're not biting your nails...
but that's what you get, the welfare state
policy of funding distribution of the infamous
n.h.s. (national health service)...
****** by the cartesian dualism of splitting
mind from body like the brain is some
gooey porridge mixed with cornstarch for
thickness... only 0.6% of n.h.s. funding goes into
psychiatry... i'm guessing at least 1% goes into
prescriptions for pensioners demanding ******
i already told you, cats are ontologically autistic,
hence their appeal to autistic children,
or just anyone not really into leashes, being
tugged or tugging, come rain or shine, come
7am or 7pm... they can be so inanimate sometimes
that they blend in will flowers, and when awake,
yes, like plants doing the kayan lahwi tribe's
extending neck with rings thing... ah what's it called...
ah yes phototropism... take the rings off the neck
a million swans with broken necks.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 7:39 AM UTC
I think I left a domesday device
in big yellow storage-
no the grimoire, Doktor Dee
had that, think he lost it while absolutely ******
on K cider. Losing all his teeth.
The pages are scrunched up, trodden, sodden
on some minor wasteland path, probably in Coldean.
You know, those treacherous corners of *******
resolutely and hopelessly parked upon by a dog ****
Papa Lebron's been making it rain down
most of Lewes Road,
but it never floods.
Leads to the sea, you see.
Old warlords sit on monobloc chairs
outside the garages they rent out
with their war chests & loans,
gesturing slowly across the way to each other.
My shoes, my jeans, my jacket,
all falling apart.
What I need is to raise a
good old army o' the dead
and take those rusty garagesm
store them for ransom in Big yellow Storage and
wait-wait-wait
for the bounty to roll right in.
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 6:24 AM UTC
Doktor Plague, it is so, so
Have we met again? Unexpected visit,
I do not pray to thee, I do not believe,
O god, do you hear me, I, non-believer
Whomever gloom down over me?
The tears shower down upon cobblestone
Outside, the blood through my veins --
Sweet honey, pumping, a jet turbine.
Yes, I have mistook the neon “OPEN” sign
as a window of opportunity again.
I, little god, I, lonesome
Aphrodite wails, and the flowers bloom
For I will grasp the executioner’s hood,
my hands encircling, as such silver goblet
Should I call to them, O, guillotine lover
The eden garden blossoms, snug in
brain, the fruits have fermented --
No intoxication could substitute,
thou speaking is nor sober, nor drunk
the big hush, silent actions
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 11:00 AM UTC
başım çatlıyor birkaç gündür
sirayet ediyor yaşıma
kalp ağrısı diyor doktor
ağır yükler taşıma
biteviye tırlatmış olmalı
diye düşünmüş olsa gerek ki
bin miligram davul yazmış
bir de tokmak ruhuma
deng-i kalp vücut bulsun
sabah sertliğim
sakinleşsin diye
halbuki
bungee jumping
seviyorum ben
düzüşmek yükseklerde
ve
göze almak yere çakılmayı
meretin sekiz seviyesinde
yoksa corvet teyzenin
bir yıldır kullandığı
gergedan kokan süngerinden
ne farkı kalır geçen yılların
yazdığı reçeteyi
buruşturup attım çöpe
bronx’a gitmeliydim acil
uyurken zürefa cebimde
mary jane özlemiştir
diye düşündüm
eski
bir pigme masalı zihnimde
dışarısı soğuk ve uğulgan
karsa sokakta anadan üryan
bir taksi bile yoktu etrafta
o yüzden
daldım bir bara
göz gözü görmüyordu
kapıda birkaç kafayı bulan
adam ve kadınlar
bir ton lakırdı vardı
kadehlerden taşan
****** mary dedim
varsa en sert olanından
et yığını biriydi barmen
ceza yazan trafik polisine
bakar gibi bakıyordum ki
bacardim de var dedi
arzu ederseniz
****** dedim
ağır çekim
sigaramın dumanından
manhattan’dan mısın
diye sordu
kadehi uzatırken
mardin’liyim dedim
hani şu kapısı şen olan
anlamadım dedi
ben de
avukatım gelmeden
konuşmam
sustu hergele
penceredeydi gözüm oysa
ince ince yağıyordu kar
kırım kongo şeklinde
ve
ayaklarımdan ateş
hızla
yol alıyor beynime
işte o an
ölüm provamı düşledim
bir an
mary jane
defin kortejinde
ceviz kaplama gövdem
bu yıl değilse gelecek sene
diye geçti aklımdan
ve çene’deki
muhteşem temaşa
"işte böyle"...
Vaha
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 12:44 PM UTC
Pilipinas anong nangyayari sa'yo?
Ang dating bayan ng matatalino.
Bakit, lahat ata ay nawala na sa huwistyo.
Ginagawang biro pandemyang ito.
Huwag po sana tayong ningas-kugon.
Noong una lamang magaling ang pagtugon.
Ngunit naging suwail at pabibo ng naglaon.
Sige lang, hanggang lahat na tayo nakabaon.
Hindi ninyo ba talaga alintana?
Ang sa ating lahat ay nagbabadya.
Kalabang di nakikita, sakunang nakadamba.
Walang malakas, walang mayaman lahat tayo ay biktima.
Hindi ba kayo naaawa sa mga bata at matatanda.
Idagdag nyo pa ang mga may sakit na madaling mahawa.
Maaaring ilan po sa kanila ay iyong kapamilya.
Tumahan ka po sa bahay para sa kanila.
Tulungan po natin ang ating lingkod bayan.
Mapa Sundalo, Doktor, nars o basurero pa yan.
Huwag nating dagdagan hirap na kanilang pinapasan.
Huwag na nating ilagay buhay nila sa kapahamakan.
Huwag na po nating antayin lumalim.
Hanggang masaksihan ang di kakayaning lagim.
Magdadala sa ating buhay at bansa sa takipsilim.
Pakiusap, tayong lahat ay magdasal ng taimtim.
Labanan po nating lahat ito, Kapwa ko Pilipino.
Iyan ang lahi ko at lahi mo.
Diba likas sa atin ang pagiging matatalino.
Ngayon natin patunayan ito.
Sumunod na po tayo sa Gobyerno.
Simpleng utos na kayang sundin ng kahit kanino.
Wag na pong lumabas ng bahay ninyo.
Kung di man lang importante ang rason nito.
Sumunod na po tayo, Please lang
Ang makukulit ay babarilin, BANG BANG
Para kang latang nasipa, TANG TANG
Andyan na ang sundo mo, **** ****
Siguro nga kailangan na ang Kamay na bakal.
Para ang mga suwail tuluyang masakal.
Ang rason ay masarap ang bawal.
Kaya pati buhay ng iba ay isusugal.
Huwag na nating pabayaan, Inang bayan.
Matatalo lamang itong kalaban.
Kung tayong lahat ay magtutulungan.
Bagkus na magturuan at magsisihan.
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 8:25 AM UTC
She sits in a cracked vinyl chair
in a room full of octogenarians,
as gunsmoke plays quietly
in the background-
James Arness is saying something
about the only woman
he's ever loved.
She digs her fingernails
into her palms and stares
at the floor with its repeating
faded patterns.
She doesn't belong here,
matching pain and numbness
to lifespans triple her own.
The nurse calls her name
and she stands so slowly,
bones creaking, wavering slightly
as she waits for the fog to clear.
She pads softly down the dim hall
and they leave her in a quiet room,
quite alone.
The doctor calls her a pretty young thing,
asks her what she is doing here.
He gives no answers,
only more medications
and a sticky sweet smile
meant to placate.
She walks away into the sunlight
and a song plays on repeat in her head:
I Know it's Over.
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 5:57 PM UTC
Was it not I
Who tried to die
Nine
Lives
Three are spent
And here I lie
My third grave.
I fell slave to love
To behave
Elocution by electrocution-
See my eyes
Touch my hair
I may breathe men for air
But mine eyes
Have seen the light
To the unenvyable cry
Of my plight
Slight of hand;
What a trick it is to die.
Maggots feast upon my eyes,
I would've rather burnt:
Little jew, little jew
What has Herr Doktor done to you
Chimney stacks
Bellow black;
I do not do
I do not do
The black shoe
I've been living in
For nearly two years of suffering
My ailing mind
Blind to happiness.
deranged:
A form of estranged from reality.
For now I fly
High as a vulture
Hung in the sky,
The Zoroastrian carcass
Beneath my circle;
i cannot die,
Without that vulture
A phoenix become
As bright as the Sun
And I will never die
Cheated of six lives
it is not fair
so yes
i eat men like air.
Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 8:06 AM UTC
Are you despondent and forlorn? About you no one cares
Do you mope and pout? Does your brain need some repairs?
-
All day you sulk and sob, you wine and cry and moan
No one says hello...don't call you on the phone
-
Woe is me you only cry, such a tragedy you are
All the time you get beat up, for you that's right on par
-
But you're stupid and you're ugly! And your breath stinks really bad
You're a Dorkwad Geek! How very very sad
-
You need to see a Doktor! A Dorkwadoloigest real quick
He'll fix your stupid *** he'll beat it with a stick
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 8:05 AM UTC
exactly how white do I want to be?
came to terms with my whiteness sometime ago,
the dentist mixes in, an offer to refresh my yellowed
pearls, who’ve served admirably long, sure footed,
long in the tooth…
surprisingly, this puts me off guard, uncharacteristically
unprepared,
exactly how white do I want them to be?
mmm…
the scale is as follows (intermediary levels are complicated)
1. Taylor Swift Bright
10. Cowardly Lion Old Yeller
and shades in between, I’ve grown accustomed to to my smile, which is closest to the Lion’s accreted usage and
wear and tear, and decide to stay as is, to keep my body
in a state of synchronicity
Doctor puzzled, “why do I smile?”
Why Doktor!
you’ve commissioned a poem,
and now know why your License Plate
declare you as Dentist so boldly,
You have the power to end racial strife,
uniform the populace with bright headlights,
and clearly should be allowed to proceed
posthaste to any and all life threatening
emergencies
but my preference is to display many decades
of failure, irregular brushes, periodic flossed,
my natural color my god-given grace, and who
am I
OR ANYONE ELSE
be empowered
to disturb the natural order of human
perfectionism schematics, for
to every season, every human being,
there is a color unique!*
Feb 8, 2024
Feb 8, 2024 at 7:51 AM UTC
I can see the tower
I can see the small window
I can see the small light
Drifting across the sea of silence
Dreaming wide awake in this beautiful night .....
The small radiance from the candle
Telling me a million words at once
It is still far
But that is my only guiding star ....
I wonder if you can see
That whatever wars come our way
In the end ... it's just you and me .....
Sea of time is breaking my small boat apart
but I will still come to you
And
I will set you free
So you keep watching the stars
And
Wait for me ......
Are you still awake?
Are you still looking at the sea ?
Are you still looking at the stars ?
I dare not to say
But
Are you looking at me? .....
Tell me,
If I come
Under your tower window tonight
Will go take my hand
And
Go away with me? ....
I don't care if you are royalty
I don't care about time
Because that little light
Told me all about you
I will claim what is mine .....
Yes it is true
I have no riches to offer
I have nothing worth to give
But I can set you free among the stars
Hold my hand
And believe ...
Tell me,
Will you cross the limit despite tempest & majeure?
Tell me,
will you go with me on my small boat? .....
Neither I will make any false promise
Nor show you the abyss of love, or blind endearment
Tell me,
Will you still go away with me?
On my small boat? ....
The looming darkness and the waning moon
My song becomes a blur
Come with me princess
I won't cast anchor
Anywhere anymore ....
I am waiting under your window
Sea at one side
The night sky on the other
I just have my small boat
Tell me,
Will you be on-board? .....
- the Doktor
THE END
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 4:17 AM UTC
exactly how white do I want to be?
came to terms with my whiteness some(many)times ago,
yet, the dentist mixes in, an offer to refresh my yellowed
pearlys who’ve served admirably long, so sure footed,
long in the tooth…so to speak
surprisingly, this puts me off guard, uncharacteristically
unprepared,
exactly how white do I want them to be?
mmm…
the scale is as follows (intermediary levels are complicated)
1. Taylor Swift Bright
10. Cowardly Lion Old Yeller
and shades in between, I’ve grown accustomed to to my smile, which is closest to the Lion’s accreted usage and
wear and tear, and decide to stay as is, to keep my body
in a state of synchronicity
Doctor puzzled, “why do I smile?”
Why Doktor!
you’ve commissioned a poem,
and now know why your License Plate
declare you as Dentist so boldly,
You have the power to end racial strife,
uniform the populace with bright headlights,
and clearly should be allowed to proceed
posthaste to any and all life threatening
emergencies
but my preference is to display many decades
of failure, irregular brushes, periodic flosses,
my natural color, my god-given grace, and who
am I
OR ANYONE ELSE
be empowered
to disturb the natural order of human
perfectionism schematics, for
to every season, every human being,
is a color unique!
Feb 7, 2024
Feb 7, 2024 at 10:35 AM UTC
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Day the annihilate;
My to my
my so at it me to;
Out do.
Do god my.
Is all place same out;
Red woman.
So nine breath I identical my.
Ten the.
Of a crowd the knocks;
The ate they of ladies there real;
Is it I
I stay;
Have of the nevertheless three each of be it;
Trash is a
a set like face the for baby;
The say beware face was happened.
And the.
It done vanish else bit filling am dying.
And rise come am ash like the art off first scars grave only worms.
Is cave everything was linen.
A with the a last it’s peanut-crunching really I cell on decade strip so it-- is I;
Or cake pure a;
May had a million.
Sticky year burn call.
And a as.
Piece the concern of out it see.
Gold great.
Well will;
؛ɐ‘ ʞɔɐqǝɯoɔ ǝɯɐs ɹo ǝɹǝɥʇ ʇı ǝɥʇ ןןǝɥ ǝɯɐs ʞɔıd
؛pןnoɔ ǝןɔɐɹıɯ ʎɐp ızɐu ı
ı oʇ ǝʌ’ı puoɔǝs --ʇɹɐǝɥ uǝʇ ǝuoq
Charge wedding;
Valuable the.
And times the foot.
There-- for me smiling;
And I gold and easy of I what.
Jew like underestimate terrify?--.
Them as gentlemen o.
Walking I it.
My a clothes think or the tease full a to amused have.
In or sort.
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I flesh will charge;
Napkin soon do lampshade my flesh to there hearing the feels beware blood opus;
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a.
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My to nothing these manage me pearls very the ring shoves charge bright I;
Teeth? I skin foot--;
I in shout: it’s shut paperweight;
Accident stir I what herr
woman not it this do I melts easy right it goes one seashell.
A lucifer;
In you of hand number like;
The broad my do your large featureless skin home.
Pits to;
Doktor turn;
I my;
A time again to.
Like thirty at exceptionally;
You and shriek charge;
And cat fine knees.
Me die.
In your air men feels an a;
Eyeing the.
To the;
And touch a big hair I that;
I a I;
A a not ash so peel it soon of call the;
Back a bone.
Unwrap eye.
And do put are filaments it;
Hair rocked and same time enough soap.
An poke nose meant it be brute.
Miracle!' every hands is am;
I enemy guess it’s;
There ash--
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 10:26 AM UTC
Nakamtan pagiging Doktor ng Batas Sibil
Umupong Kalihim ng Katarungan bago magkagulo
Sa Hapon napayuko kaya binansagang taksil
Upang maibsan kabagsikan ng amo.
-12/28/2014
(Dumarao)
*Pinuno Namin sa Panahong Tanso Collection
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 10:25 PM UTC
........have you been taking your PILLS?"
said the DOCTOR
"are you taking the ****
said the PATIENT
are you checking your *****
said the DOCTOR
"I don't think this is right"
said the PATIENT
"you volunteered to see me"
said the DOKTOR
"can I volunteer not to see you?
said the PATIENT
"I'm sending you to see a specialist"
said the DOCTOR
"I don't want to be on any kind of list"
said the PATIENT
"I think you're depressed"
said the DOCTOR
"I think you'd better get dressed"
said the PATIENT
"I'm supposed to say that"
said the DOCTOR
"just a bit of role-play"
said the PATIENT
same time next week?"
said the DOCTOR
"if you think it will help?"
said the patient
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 6:33 PM UTC
Nakamit pagiging Doktor sa Ekonomika
Propesora bago maging Pangalawang Pangulo
Inulan ng Protesta, niyanig ng kudeta
Subalit pinanatili katatagan ng gobierno.
-12/29/2014
(Dumarao)
*Pinuno Namin sa Panahong Pilak Collection
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 10:31 PM UTC