"endorsements" poems
You can see how Endorsements feed your I
That Shy Ghost whose Casper does not exist
Fare alone for Cause to swallow your Pride
Which when accomplished guides your Star at Best
Just how often do we see your Girls cheer
And Pray for Purpose very Few will get
Hymns they Sing; From Media beg you to hear
Even when such Few harbour Good Intent
I guess those Executives knew your Cue
What would Attract and what would sure Pursuade
Even at Cost your Temple lost its Due
And they cry Happy at your Virtue, fade.
Those Trunks still shrink much to Addict's Delight
So climb your Board and do your Dive in-spite.
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 9:26 PM UTC
Excuse me, Mr. Politician Man,
who the **** are you to say
what information the Government gets
at the detriment of mankind anyway?
Have you forgotten the Bill of Rights?
The 'inalienable' rights we all have?
Do they even ******* matter?
Do they even ******* exist?
I guess not.
What the **** are they doing
pressing this CISPA ********
Unlawful search and seizure of digital information
and they don't even care for warrants.
Under the guise of National Security
you'd have us all put in Camps or killed
just like we did to the Japanese all those years ago
but we've moved past that... right? Right?
I guess not.
We just keep it all more secretive now:
The people didn't stand for SOPA
and surely not for the NDAA
so what the **** gives you the idea
CISPA will fly, anyway?
Maybe if no one heard about it, it would work...
Maybe that's what you were counting on.
Excuse me, Mr. Politician Man,
who the **** are you to say
what information the Government gets
at the detriment of mankind anyway?
**** you, Mr. Politician Man
along with your constituents.
**** you, Mr. Politician Man
and your endorsements.
The Fourth Amendment requires due process
precluding unjust search and seizure;
but where the **** is due process or justice
in this proposed search at leisure?
You pass new legislation that augments old laws,
so much that they don't even need probable cause,
but not new rights nor protections for the citizenry,
not surprising given your abhorrent deontology:
You'd sooner send drones than diplomats.
You'd sooner stage attacks than be peaceful.
You'd sooner bail out banks than your citizens.
You'd sooner pass a law than change your ******* underwear.
What the **** gives you an inkling of the notion
that a beloved sociopath Politician
deserves your ******* devotion
if they pull this sort of ethical rescission?
Excuse me, Mr. Politician Man,
who the **** are you to say
what information the Government gets
at the detriment of mankind anyway?
**** you, Mr. Politician Man
along with your constituents.
**** you, Mr. Politician Man
and your endorsements.
**** me, Mr. Politician Man,
like you already do behind closed doors.
**** me, Mr. Politician Man
for ever trusting this accursed system.
Well, who the **** are you
trusted making legislation,
you can't even overcome
******* monetary gravitation.
Well, excuse me, Mr. Politician Man,
you want the People to become transparent?
Well **** you then, Mr. Politician Man
we want transparency of Government:
I'm sick of not knowing where Tax dollars go,
I'm sick of knowing over a quarter goes to the Military
which is funny in a deeply ****** up way
because I know I may help pay for
the drone that might fly overhead and see me and my friends as insurgents
and launch an IR missile to blow us to bits,
or the bullet that may be sent through my brain
as a distant if more probable than ever result
of your ******* legislation:
And so I say:
**** you, Mr. Politician Man,
along with your constituents
for making this a feasibility;
you're supposed to serve the people
but you'd rather put the U.S. in a state of futility.
So,
on behalf of all those you alienate each day,
I wish to extend to you a humble and heartfelt
Go **** yourself.
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 10:52 PM UTC
Extroverted efforts
To reveal the deepest thoughts
In our minds
Are not enough
Our endorsements
Are not always in their favor
Some gestures are silent
Picked up by the subliminal
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC
My allegiance to be a leader
Leader of my culture
Vow to righteous cultivation
Raise my right fist
And I tell you this
I will never quit
Low souls I will always lift
My determination is greater than or equal to my liberation
Truly in the past I've gotten content
Bent
Ripped
Torn
Hesitant
Forgot why I was born
I ask for your forgiveness
While I'm a realest
I know I have to be rigorous
And stay consistent
Because now days everyone who's put in position loses their coherence and fear the consequences
Like why work so hard to be a star?and get everyone to witness,
Get everyone's attention
...
But don't have a mission!
PUT A CAMERA IN FRONT OF ME
TAKE A MILLION PICTURES
MAKE A DOCUMENTARY
I CAN BE COMPLEMENTARY
GIVE ME ENDORSEMENTS
I DON'T EVEN WANT THE PROPORTION
I'LL GIVE IT TO THE DISTORTED
MAKE ME A RAP ARTIST
AND PUT ME ON THE RADIO
LET MY VOICE BE HEARD THROUGH THE STEREO
I hope I don't speak this into existence
Because all I need is a microphone with my voice coming through the PA system
It's a shame that I might need security
But it's not strange that I might need security
If I attract too many brown faces and people who come from unfortunate places
That's where they draw the line,
Speeches for memorabilia
But my work will be erased
Hope I don't sound incredible
I would not sound ridiculous if you remember our intellectuals
They don't accept anyone who's exceptional
They don't want to see anyone who has a big dream in their retinal
Hopefully I can manage with
About 30 plus years of residue
Give up?
Naw that's just what the rest will do
Fight for our lives
And take a chance with my life
Whatever it takes to restitute
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 9:52 PM UTC
i ride the wave
of brighter days
hoping hard to find a way
to realize & recreate
that blatant stress
i was so obsessed with,
that violent mess
to which i made
a blind investment.
i looked to you for chest compressions
when my veins prayed for resuscitation lessons
but you're a ******* ugly loveless corpse
absorbed in the self-esteem endorsements
i adorned
& orphaned
on your doorstep...
you adopted it but dropped it quick
the first birth on your
abortion list
cut the cord legitimate
so i've gained bleeding fetus freedom
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 7:50 PM UTC
Omni-man signals with his one last diamond finger,
“Approach, Dear Assange. We delight for your flash!”
But we know, silent reader, that it all is arranged.
These endorsements, the agents- the indictment itself.
Everything left unrevealed is a war-cry to all:
Liberate knowledge, be Free with the Truth!
Hope be for anyone so brave to stick up that high,
may the lies be exposed as an ointment on truths.
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 2:39 AM UTC
product endorsements
are what I like to do
and boy have I got
a good product for you
since I've been wearing
the EverFlex brand
of shoe
endorsing them is all
I like to do
they've a comfortable fit
and on the foot
they so nicely sit
EverFlex are the kings
in the shoe-making vocation
and should you not be
slipping into a pair
your feet won't be
sensing elation
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 6:31 PM UTC
Delirious, this Satin and Paper Cot
Should these Agents once Past permit your Chore
Even to attempt a Link on your Lot
Was but a Mistake from your Fortune's lore
Though Un-Respond, such your Sun-Chariot spells
As Saturated Stars are wont to do
Those Gods from Olympus shake Mortal's Bells
Then encase their Voices enlisting You
From most Causes be yours in-Demand,
Primmed or Pronged Endorsements as they become
Only your Decide allow this Remand
Well your Talents sustain; But Visage done.
Which by Essentials would it Matter, O Prince
Though Wax steers your Morals be ever since.
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 2:19 AM UTC
I have words
good words
all the best words
they come out of me
in fountains
cascading
waterfall words
flushing away doubt
over the edge
over the precipice
I speak
falling words
splashing words
drowning words
there are rocks at the bottom
broken bones
buried treasure
known unknowns
wrapped in reedy words
left here by thrill seekers
terrorists, murderers
rapists
jumping off cliffs
swimming over rivers
climbing the walls that I built
I am a great builder, you see
but it's not all about me and my words
I have questions too
Why do the bubbles breathe when I can't?
Is this light refracted a mirror of the dark?
Is there such a thing as a grindelow?
Can't we stop them?
What is this weight
pulling me down
Can I swim?
Will I drown if I don't win?
Don't look too closely
for I don't know anything
I never did
Let me back in
I always win
You'll be sorry
You will be sorry
all that will be left
is a scorched blonde wig
a scorched earth
a pile of empty emperors clothes
and legislated words
captured in email,
cooked until raw
served over the body politic
burnt and broken by the fall
of ***** grabbing brawlers
drowned and forgotten in a furore
of water hurtling towards the forgetful sea
and it's endless tides will bring the bodies back to shore
won't wash away the misdeeds, you don't know that half of it
you will never be clean
But not me
I am very rich you see
I will float away on an endless tide
of empty promises
corporate endorsements
and established exploitations
leaving only the roaring echo of the flood
in which all your words
all your worthless worlds
were washed away
so ask yourself
on voting day
who do you hate less?
who do you hate more?
will it always be this way?
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 6:50 PM UTC
Street-Lights and Sun-Bells do Compose your Score
As so do most of your Vinyls acclaim
Such Youth on Keyboards strike as never before
And Breach those Standard Pop Endorsements feign
By Breach I meant Well; Then by Barrows add
Pungent High Scores slide your Growing Debate
Yet knowing your Heart with Values point-stag
Ebony chucks which Ivory once spate
Ah! ***** my Words. For all Sentiments ply
And Tune these Thoughts for Thanks appreciate
Play on, French Steward! Play till your Notes Fly
Then cast my Doubts and Lies depreciate.
Once the Yellow Dragon comes, can you Prepare
To Brace those Flames and Stubborn Merchants dare?
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 2:21 AM UTC
Yarinya!
Born into a life which gave you little or no choices.
Your basket of options had only oranges for sale and a tray to balance on your head.
Yarinya!
Your small feet tread the path baked hot by the mean African sun.
Yarinya!
Working to cater for the adult mouths of those who forged you.
Yarinya!
Life has so much to offer you but how your arms are deprived their right to reaching out
because they support the tray on your head.
Yarinya!
The rags you wear shall not mark you out for shame.
Yarinya!
Your kind have shaped the world for the better.
Yarinya!
I heard about another of your kind who once sold bread on the streets of Lagos.
They say she unconsciously walked into a picture
and for her, that was the beginning of a new story.
Yarinya!
The tray on your head shall not suppress the intellect hidden in your head.
Yarinya!
Until I find you, hold on to that tray and sell the best oranges you can find.
Until I find you, bear the blisters on your feet for lack of shoes.
Until I find you, keep your story alive on your lips.
When I find you, we'll sell your story, "Yarinya Mai Talle."
And the world will know that her children
deserve much more than just clean water and UNICEF endorsements
or a tray of hawker's items and a society dead to its conscience.
Yarinya!
Where ever you are,
On the streets of Italy or under the bridge in Lagos,
Under the "dogon yaro" tree in Kano or in your father's house in Brazil
Until I find you,
God keep you from those seeking to marry you at five
so they can wife you at eight.
*Yarinya-means "young female"
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 7:54 AM UTC
Cut off more sins, I divorced it
Had to change courses, paint a better portrait
Devil was handing out distortions
Tried to control me with his poison
God bless me with his endorsements
+ added wings as an extra bonus
Got caught up in the world & my flesh having an entanglement
But now, nothing can touch me when I’m in my element
Devil tried to make me feel guilty
Bringing up my past so I feel personal pity
Taking form so he can trick me
Shifty messy, petty, & he filthy
Thought he had me, that snake slippery
He wants me so bad, he really miss me
Fighting my battles, spiritually I been busy
I’m winning this war, I’m winning this victory
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 9:30 PM UTC
The tedious tenacity of time as it skips by, carefree and solitude it destroys your dreams
Boredom breaks the boundaries of beauty, this ugly face of reckless haste rapes and pillages prosperity
In a mess, in a confused state of your own mess you wallow and whine for the days of the innocent and intrepid mind,
To have become something that bears no resemblance to the visions of youth can only strike you down,
With the power of inert capabilities you are forced to stare into a world in which you have zero compliance, a world in which the greatest lesson would be one of self reliance
Obsessive compulsions drive the lifeless machine, its not destiny , its not fate, but it is the manic madness that surrounds breeding hate,
You search but find not the ability to make a change for the good, so the good changes you before your very eyes, anger, frustration, endorsements of the choices forced upon us
The course is set , and the way is blurred, barriers of bewilderment block the boundaries of your heart, slow but sure , as time rages so does the anarchic rebellion burn bright as out of the aftermath of responsibility comes the raw reasoning of liberation
Time shall not take my heart and mind away
As into the dark of my life I stray
And as the welcoming palm of wisdom is embraced
So the savagery of time is replaced
Tamed almost to perfection
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 8:10 AM UTC
( Written 11/25/13)
Underling hypothetical reactionary
Forces between us
I step with caution
Understanding the imaginary boundaries.
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 2:49 PM UTC
*once the target of advertisement, now the targeting advert machine that pausing live t.v. created, with the internet... once ready for being branded, now asked to brand, to be the grey matter and ***** work pamphleteer, as if for the solidarity movement... no, the advert's inverted device, ushered on by the hope for endorsements giving Libra the universal answer to the antagonism of imperial and metric measurements having found a twin-usage solution akin to Israel and Palestine.*
https://goo.gl/TNDAab,
some want this, some want that...
and some want to commit to suicide,
only because you wrote poetry
and left desperation for most of us
having the sole consolidation
evacuating us from practice -
the art part-time, art in your spare-time,
art on the sly, art that's no art,
no expansion of vocabulary -
some want this, some want that,
and some want to commit suicide
only because you engaged with poetry
and discovered poetry was the use
of rhyme as painting would be
should the colour blue be used -
what a shame.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 10:42 PM UTC
Whatever I think on a theme
Is somewhere in a song;
I want to muse on something,
That hasn't yet been done.
Political verses aren't much read,
Nor social satire on the quick and dead;
Relationships are switching lanes,
Sparking up or down in flames.
Family, friends, coming, going,
Everybody's naming names.
Any doggerel I might choose,
Is just a story in the news.
Arise and spin where you stand,
You'll get dizzy, you'll be queasy,
I knew this wasn't to be easy.
It's somewhat like a paper cut,
It's quite like that when it starts up,
Hardly noticeable, but for the sting,
But it gets in under the skin.
It's sweetness strong to draw a bee,
Flowery scents on a breeze;
An attraction meant to pull you in,
A stinger poised to pierce your skin.
I have my joys at end of day,
A little sleeper, a swift silent dreamer
That grows like our emotions,
Just needing our endorsements.
It's not been parsed as it could,
Discard the evil, keep the good;
It's in our veins, as sure as blood,
I'll focus all my wit on love.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 9:04 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
2012 was a promising year full of hopefuls.
These days nobody recognize the things that make us faithful.
To God I mean,people always wanna find a stupid reason.
To do unnecessary things and make it a horrible season.
Questionable outcomes to a tragedy or a devastation.
the future might be holding up everything at it's extintion.
Slow hours of the day you wonder if you might just die.
Let's hope that happens at an old age without the erge to pry.
I got what you want , I got what you need,
I could give you knowledge if you know how to use it to survive,
Materials we flaunt, we no longer need,
For the end of days will be coming pretty soon , save some lives.
You fought a little longer my friend,
It's all worth it in the end,
You got your whole life ahead of you,
What we had in the past is way over due,
You fought a little longer my friend,
It's all worth it in the end,
You got your whole life ahead of you,
What we had in the past is way over due.
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Follow the light for directions,
At a North star from shining bright through a Lord that'll never give up on you even in your lightest or your darkest of darkest of days where the pains may come then slowly
Fade away into nothingness like a slow motion fall to Oblivion and agony as I would see while vasting in my broken dreams with a sight for sore eyes and friend that I need
In this life, nobody knows what I need,
A banana seed that never grows,
Times get hard as common as my body shows,
I wanna be great just like the nba players that get endorsements but not have my
Soul taken,
Difficult times call for difficult measures weather or not you have it
Good or not,
Theres nothing powerful than God and love and family but as I see it,
Have to learn to tie those knots,
Aspirations.
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 12:32 AM UTC
I'm depressed and deflated because it seems like it's either to lose or get shot is why we were created
Idve remained encouraged but this point can no longer be debated
How are you going to stop someone who doesn't even see a future staring them in the face misplaced patriotism stops you from seeing the tears and hopelessness on our faces that's written
Despair in the air because no one not even ourselves can find the strength to care optimism is a long lost memory
And even then our memories aren't pleasant by any means it seems all we are are muscular commodities fit for athletic endorsements and earning people but ourselves money but we can't use a platform because it would he like trying to preach to Vincent Van Gogh
I'm writing all of this from my perspective you know
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 8:58 AM UTC
HOW DO YOU GET A BEST SELLER
THIS QUESTION I REALLY ASK
I WILL ENQUIRE WITH FAMOUS AUTHORS
AND PUT THEM TO THE TASK
IS IT CONTENT OF THE BOOK
OR ILLUSTRATIONS THAT ENTICE
IS IT THE COVER THAT HELPS
THAT LOOKS PARTICULLARY NICE
IS IT THE CATEGORY
OF YOUR PUBLISHED BOOK
THAT THE WORLD WILL ENJOY
AND FINALLY TAKE A LOOK
WHAT ABOUT PROMOTIONS OF
THAT MOST FAMOUS BOOK
FOR YOU HAVE SOCIAL MEDIA
SO PEOPLE MAY HAVE A LOOK
WHAT ABOUT COMPETITIONS AND
ENDORSEMENTS OF THIS FAMOUS BOOK
WHY NOT MAKE IT A MOVIE
SO PEOPLE MAY HAVE A LOOK
FOR IF YOU HAVE A BOOK THAT
IS DESTINED TO BE THE BEST
KEEP YOU DREAM IN FRONT OF YOU
AND MAY YOUR TASK BE YOUR TEST
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Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 5:56 PM UTC
Another world championship
comes into view
that is, if the pitching holds up
and they maybe get Coby from Detroit.
And maybe work Glybe Torres and
Andular and Clint Fegie into
the scheme of things and maybe
Requito Kyle Schwarbe from the Cabs
That's quite a few ifs but sure
they got the premier slugger in baseball
he sounds like even ore of an CBI
man than Judge
and will make them pitch to Judge more.
He sounds like a great public
relations figure and the endorsements
will motivate him too...
Maybe he'll be the designated hitter
as opposed to Schwarbe or else
he'll take up on outfield, right field slot,
then the Yankees could move Aaron
and trade Brett Gardner for a pitch
My Yankees are back in the business
of bringing Romans
to New York again.
The Kicks are back for me too
having hung out in NYC for a while
among other reasons
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC