"emp" poems
I can't compute and become mute
When you walk by
My circuitry is fried
Because your program is an encryption
And your pulse is electromagnetic
My car dies, so does my phone, so does my home
I'm immobilized
And demoralized
By immoral ties
To temporary generators
They're validating veneraters
Ultimately unsatisfying
When you're still not buying
I'm attracted to your charge
Until there's a battery
Yet you're the cure to your lure
The EMT for your EMP
Your negative charge casts a cloud around my nucleus
But if you could be positive for a change
We could meet in the middle
And feel energy in our synergy
But as soon as I feel electricity between us
You shut me down
With your EMP
I can't get free
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 6:14 AM UTC
They're huddled 'round their periodic lunch tables,
square and socially pyramidal,
and I'm at the bottom.
But they're just fluorine factions,
bullies at heart trying to steal my e-lectricity
with their negativity.
Because I'm light,
Ultra-violet violence to the eyes,
Magnesium burning.
Anti-matter meets matter.
And that catalytic, cataclysmic energy is attractive.
And they see me. They see, see, see,
But I've got too many Cs on this side of my false, metallic personality.
I'd better balance myself
Or I'm not getting a good reaction.
Classic ionic, ironic idiocy.
I've bonded with you,
just compounding the issues.
'Cause you're a complete acetate without a solution:
now all I've got are problems.
Dot Diagrams are dotted lines separating you from me,
because over the years what was a bond
became a partially negative charge
against me.
I was your oxygen, and you were carbon
-ated, bubbly and explosive.
We would Combust.
But now all's left but to see, oh, two
of your new girlfriends flanking your sides,
'cause we've decomposed, split, gone off to better things.
Monatomic monotones lace my speech,
and I'm pining for something to complete this emp-d shell
that is myself.
'Cause I miss what we had.
We had chemistry.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 5:52 PM UTC
All weapons of
the fates you've sealed
Are no match for
this pen I wield
The power to
articulate
Ticking rhyme bombs
to detonate
The conflicts waged
gambling mankind
My perfect hand
is treaties signed
Hellbent hounds pray
like dogs, I hunt
Frontline this notebook
battlefront
With metaphors
of mindless drones
Like similes
to brainwashed clones
Whose C4 booms
and IED's
Can't build bridges
like ABC's
Or tear them down
with death regimes
By rusting through
the war machines
Flamethrowin’ my
verbal grenade
With ****** noun
scorched-earth tirade
On militant
cold-blood elite
King cobras know
I'm packing heat
Seeking missile
resolution
Winged raptor
devolution
Prehistoric
barbarism
Literacy
cataclysm
Stockpiling
extinction bones
We're cavemen carving
fallout stones
My Hiroshima
prose explodes
With nuclear
bushido codes
Released from my
katana's ward
To free my press
from shogun lord
Oppressing haiku
imagery
And samurai
epigraphy
Expressions of
my ronin soul
Omitted by
the daimyo
Satsuma is my
poetry
My final draft's
Nagasaki
Ink cartridges
strapped 'round my neck
I print no charge
or background check
And ****** every
live round free
Of innocent
blood elegy
And killing sprees
of gunned-down news
Domestic violence
black and blues
A Number 2
pencil dependent
Obsolete
lead-head amendment
Open carry
shoots a blank
Empty shell case
at my think tank
So grip this peace
then **** and pull it
**** my diction
write the bullet
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 2:10 PM UTC
I sleep.
Hanging.
From a chan.
Delier.
I ***
To the chorus
Of fornicate
Voices
I pose
myself
At the mannequins
Femur
I sit
Inside
The emp.
Ty mall.
And watch
You ****
And slip.
It all.
Away.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC
In the case of EMP, anything electrical will not work. Cars, phones, homes...guns will not fire. The worst part? Our nervous system and everything else in us depends on the signal from our brains, which is electric. Our immune systems won't work, and disease will take over fast, inside of those who don't believe in wellness. What's worse is that a lot of people will be doing very evil things, because our decisions count on those 10,000 signals per second. Please, clear your subconscious mind and know that your biology is your belief, and that our bodies can either manufacture illness, or keep you well. No disease or cancer are a match for billions of cells that are mini versions of you, and have their own systems like yours. Each cell is more powerful that a germ,but they have to be trained and know how to protect you without that signal. We are not born to be sick. I am living proof. Dr Khan said I'd die if I stopped taking my heart meds. It's been two years and I am in the best shape of my life.
Jul 28, 2022
Jul 28, 2022 at 8:46 AM UTC
I suppose I hadn't supposed, hadn't thought what a true, deadened chrysalis wonder
she was. Not until I pressed my lips against lobe and had to bend this way and
that. Most awkward. Felt un-gentle-manly. Felt unwomanly. Felt like
some copper etched away from an old photograph (is that why I...
looked like such a fool?) benign attitude, work force, eat, eat,
sleep, eat, ***** rob, and rot. my own mother sneered at
me. she draped gritty cloths across my forehead and, o
i died a smidge each time. now i cradle this thing...
this beautiful, tragic, fawn, black euphoria, well,
thing. spot on i can tell you i no wanna harm
or grease the poor thang. thang will evolve
to thong. she wuld naught grows up to
eva, eva-- (emfucis- emp-emphaw
sis. emphasis) like mama's own
twisted chalice. **** she
sure did remind me of
jazz, the squeaky
kind you don't
eva seem to
hear.
Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 4:13 PM UTC
#*Weapons have been developed
to create the damaging effects
of high-energy EMP. These are typically divided into nuclear and non-nuclear devices. Such weapons, both real and fictional, have become known to the public by means of popular culture.*
Wikipedia
One E.M.P. could bring this whole thing down;
finale to steal the technocrats’ crown.
Did God intend for us to live this way
like hell on credit with heaven to pay?
One burst of apocalyptic clarity:
all it would take to reverse the polarity…
one massive electro-magnetic pulse
the data-driven ********* to convulse.
You were dumbed down so they could set you up
to drink from the Nanny-State’s golden cup…
This Babylonian One-World vintage
exacerbates thirst: accursed beverage,
enhancing global madness as it’s drunk;
imbibers cannot gauge how low they’ve sunk.
The dregs are drained, only to be refilled;
the elixir of doom is thusly swilled.
When the chips go down as the system ends
and there’s no cash paid for your dividends,
assurance (like health insurance) falters
as your inhuman condition alters.
By then you’ll be ready to wonder why
(although you appear unready to die)
whether Man without God is worth a ****
in the Sovereign Redeemer’s master-plan.
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 1:53 PM UTC
Electro Magnetic Pulse, thank you, no
Early Morning Physical training, yeah, no...not since my military days
and ways.
Early Morning Poetry
Before the suns' rise,
A spot on the edge of the
Eastern earth,
Grows brighter with delight,
But,
Not just yet.
Sounds and letters
Are ready, waiting
Solar panels,
Hands spread, before the keys,
Recharge, with poetry read
Until the suns' Rise
Ignites the passion, the fire
In your beautiful eyes!
5:39 am Pacific
©DWE022014
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 8:41 AM UTC
If the world ended tomorrow
I would just say who really cares
I'd just be sitting under a tree
Laughing at all the people
Running here and there
I guess this is the end
I'd say
Oh no
Looks like
I never found
A female friend
And the therapist
Left me
Earth really blows
So if Russia drops a nuke
Or China deploys an EMP
I'll just be the guy
With the akward shoulder
Eating dried apricots
In some random tree
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC
even if there were to be
something like an EMP
nobody could ever stop the rain
nobody could keep the soil
from bringing forth, by hands which toil
and harvest crops from field and fruited plain.
nobody could stop the day
and nighttime falls here comes what may
no man-made wind could move the weather vane
winds will blow and sun will burn
wood to chop and butter churn
work till dusk, and sleep to keep us sane.
God, HE IS and always was
came to Earth in flesh because
Love is stronger than the ones who ****
Jesus is the only ONE
the promised Savior, God's own Son
made Father's peace with Man
and loves us still.
Was a time, I di'nt believe
that God made Adam
then made Eve
and though it took me years to realize
He wants us all to know His Love
He's here right here now, the Maker of
the universe, but still this great surprise!
A perfect lamb was sacrificed
God's only son, Yeshua Christ
said he would take our sin, and wash us clean
my heart is flesh where once stone
God raised me up so He'd be known
and I can truly trust in the Unseen.
Yes, even though these eyes can't see
or touch the One who made us free
the Spirit, God's own Voice, does not deceive
We who hear, his precious sheep
the shepherd guides, and wills to keep
and even when we fail, He'll never leave.
and even if the floor falls out
and walking dead all roam about
and then we're forced to find a place to stay
and even if no food or water
Hell on Earth and then the slaughter
God would somehow help us through that day.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 9:33 PM UTC
it's those
who feel
the need to help you
the most
who don't feel.
it's they
who need
(your) help
the most
i am they
and i don't feel
but still i hear
their
ah...
of relief
again
i am
empty
and how i wish
i could learn
how to breathe
if once
one sigh
of relief
- end
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 12:03 AM UTC
We can get ourselves
A taro bubble tea
And we'll be sipping
Sipping till it gets emptea
the idea of a simple date
that costs about 3.45
and being with my soul mate
makes my soul much more alive..
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 6:50 AM UTC
Life the movie
See and see and see
Eat and eat some more
I want my **** job
I'm tired of being broke
I would like
To participate
In the movie
Instead of just sitting
In the theatre
So I can have some money
To play golf
What is this place anyway
Just some long movie
I suppose it won't matter soon
When China drops
The EMP
No more easy food
For you and me
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
Global economies
On thr brink of destruction
Planet earth being ruined
Because of man's ignorance
Man is not a good steward
Of this earth
Martial Law
Military take over
Of the Southwestern U.S.
Through FEMA camps
Food Supply cut off
I am convinced
That American life
Is going to drastically change
People are clueless
Most people are not aware
All the world's wealthiest
Leaving America
Tensions with Russia and China
We are open to a EMP attack
Our currency worthless
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 12:59 PM UTC
Slither
Snakes to the left
Snakes to the right
They slither around
And they squeeze you tight
Venomous fangs
Mortal pangs
They slither around
And squeeze with all their might
Hidden in the grass
They grasp for the life they want
They slither around
Counting the ways to end what you have
An emotional emp
A not so beautiful disaster piece
They slither around
Snakes to the left
Snakes to the right
They want to squeeze you tight
Mar 25, 2021
Mar 25, 2021 at 5:32 PM UTC
I was all "Hey dog, you like peanut butter?"
and she looked at me, with alert ears.
I was all "Hey dog, this jar is pretty much emp---"
and then i didn't have a jar or my hands anymore.
Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 1:39 PM UTC
Well there has been some improvement
With my akward shoulder
Although the left is still larger
Than the right
Doing some good exercises
I learned from PT
And although I won't ever be perfectly symmetrical
I guess I'll just have to continue
To deal with a slight body imbalance
And that's fine
There are people who are handicapped
And this is just a small thing
I ain't complainin'
Saw a documentary today about a South Korean
Star who migrated with her mother to China to escape
North Korea
And grossed the Gobi desert into Manchuria
With only a compass
Walking for 24 hours straight
Her poor mother was hit
With a hot metal pan
But thankfully she is okay now
Now her daughter makes
A satire
Poking fun at the North Koreans
And showing the realities of
The difficulty of life
In North Korea
So I have my akward shoulder
And you may not like something
About yourself
But at least we have water and shelter
Electricity and food
Let's hope our grid doesn't go down
In an EMP strike
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
Aspen of Appalachia, away,
Bereft from bleating, brooding bovine.
Clay County contrives conspiracy
Doomed, darkened, deceitful. Directed
Eastward at Eastaboga’s emp’ror
Full of most fitting flight, fleeing from
God. Those good graces known given up,
Heartily, exchanged happenstance his
Immortal soul for idolatry.
Jeered at Jehovah, jested Jesus,
Kingdom keeping the kicked knaves knowing
Lowly that the Lord lash little at
Men who make ****** and mudwork made
Nightly. Nefarious no-goods now,
Open but not ostracized. Oh, old
People praise the past per penchant but
Quickly they quit; queerly quell their quest,
Running from redemption and rambling
So he stopped searching, got set soulless,
Turned to the tantric, tuned to the tumult,
Unburdened with useless unknowns. Up
Verily and vivaciously, vet
Words which will warrant wonder. Why not
****** excellent, exuberant?
Yet, ye of yellow faith, yon Yahweh
Zeros the zest of zig-zagged zetas.
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 3:13 PM UTC
She — she sees the stars
in eyes — in eyes that
shield the sun and yearns;
She burns to complete their constellations.
She — she learned the world
through the vacant gaze
of those — of those who’s
love is born out’f manipulations.
She’s ill — ill from the
colors, noise, the emp-
-ty reflections in
the mirror of social masturbations.
She feels — feels the shift,
tectonic plates — the
weight of souls — souls which
drift to shape the soil;
The weight of them bends the Earth’s vibrations.
She shares her fate, with
those souls — souls which shape
the face of Earth —the
fate of which to walk
the plank of their own civilization.
She sees — sees the mess;
How Mother bares the
brunt with body stripp’d,
bruised chest and ruptured
hips from the disease
which wears the crown of her own creation.
She smells — smells the depths
she’s in — it stinks like
old neurosis’ sweat
and spirit mold — taste
cosmic rust on tin
tongue; She’s cold inside her contemplations.
She has visions — vis-
-ages of prophet
flames, let them scorch the
deserted planes of her meditations.
She hears — hears the crash
the Thunder sounds, the
Boom! The children glow in radiation.
She wants to cry — to
cry revolution,
but can barely mu-
-ster up the bones to
demand for some damn-good explanations.
She who knows — knows her
needs but without will's
wit will feed in-to
those who live and breed their condemnation,
is not without creed,
and she knows — She un-
-derstands that to be
freed by the seed of
Nirvana is not —
not to be free of those obligations.
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 7:41 PM UTC
It would only take
About 2 billion dollars
To harden the grid
Of our country
And yet our government
Doesn't seem to care
With an EMP attack
We will be taken back
To the 1800's
I inhabit one place
At one time
But my, oh my
Do I enjoy different
Times
And places
Different names and faces
I imagine a difficult time
May come for this country
What do I have to fear
Why should I be afraid?
No loving female friend
Just my faith
I suppose
It is the loneliness
Of the American Experience
The many hours alone
Sometimes I wish
I could have lived
In a community in Nepal
Where I could have lived
With extended family
All working together
Extended family
In the same community
Where I would see
My friends frequently
Certainly not the case here
I don't have money
To go to bars
To socialize
At least I can have
Friendly conversations
On the internet
To be contiued...
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 11:29 PM UTC
The New York Federal Reserve is moving
A lot of its operations to Chicago
The federal government is buying 62 million rounds of ammo
Commonly used in AR-15 semi-automatic rifles for training purposes
NORAD is moving back into Cheyenne Mountain
Because it is hardened against an EMP attack
Jade Helm training exercises
America is doomed
America will burn
Burn Burn Burn
When the atomic bombs are dropped
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
Americans
They think
It will just be
Business as usual
This nation
Is at its end
It will be judged
By a righteous God
The leaders corrupt
The economy in ruins
And they just keep
Acting like
Everything is the same
And up until the very minute
That our nation collapses
They won't ever think
That anything is wrong
It's just business
As usual
It will be an EMP
Or multiple terrorist attacks
The certain collapse
Of our economy
A terrible time
Is coming
For America
My own family
Doesn't even seem
To care
About the grave danger
This country is in
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC
I'll barely make
Any money this next year
Probably just a few grand
And I find it all quite queer
That college and post B.A.
Totaled about 120 grand
I will probably be living here
For another few years
There is no upward mobility now
America
A fat and bloaded
Debt ridden cow
I suppose some day
Maybe soon
Everyone will be singing a different tune
One EMP strike
From China
The systems will be down
Not much food
At the markets
And no one in town
This economic system
Is not viable anymore
George Soros' associates
Buying up gold galore
There is the super rich
And the poor
Board up those windows
Store water and food
The people are angry
And in a bad mood
The lies they have been told
The lies they have been sold
They work the day away
And get to barely keep anything
Anyway
Debt and more debt
They cannot pay
18 trillion dollars
Piled high
Piled up to the sky
The Fed will print and print
That's not a solution
One can't put out a fire
By pouring gas on a fire
It's not the same
Don't you see
It's a dim future
Here in America
For you and me
So look out for yourself
Is what you should do
Because in this society
The middle class
Is getting *****
I ate an avocado
Or two
Maybe a bit too much
Yes I am full
Adding popcorn
To that lunch
I sometimes expect
For food to do
Something more
To help make this life
Less than a total bore
But all it does is fill
The stomach again
It's just food
It just fills the stomach
Not the emptiness within
How many hours
Do I spend alone
How many hours
Sitting in this home?
It's just a program
I say
It spins around the sun
And I'm here another day
Hopefully my time will come
To start a career
Money- I do need some
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 5:57 PM UTC
An EMP attack
Perhaps a Cyber Attack
Or Nuclear attack
An economic collapse
Food rationing
Marshall Law
Who knows
What it will be
I have a feeling
There may be
Hard times
For you and me
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 11:30 AM UTC