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"entrapment" poems

Bound by flesh; we are, oblivious to our minds, chemical reactions. Enamored with desire, our bodies collide, driven by our actions. Engrossed by lust; thirsty. The primal rush; the absolute of attraction Prisoners of our passions. animal instincts of human nature; our habits we fashion.

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Sep 1, 2016

Sep 1, 2016 at 11:14 PM UTC

Bound by flesh; we are, oblivious to our minds, chemical reactions. Enamored with desire, our bodies collide, driven by our actions. Engrossed by lust; thirsty. The primal rush; the absolute of attraction Prisoners of our passions. animal instincts of human nature; our habits we fashion.

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. 1 death dirges Frogs in distance sing . . . Foxes, herons, join in too, . . . A round of croaking. 2 love gifts Her gift of flowers . . . Came at night without garden, . . . Were picked in bedroom. 3 twins demure Full moon and she . . . Beauties without crescent smile, . . . Naked in starlight. 4 light music Before even sun . . . Gleam opens to paint each day, . . . Beauty in birdsong. 5 iridescent After sun showers . . . Sparkle of rainbow colours, . . . Busy hummingbirds 6 chilling Hollow sound through trees, Naked and bare branches sway, . . . Old winter creeping. 7 flirting She wanted a child . . . Rushed from one suitor to next, . . . Clock set to maybe. 8 super villain Truth once singular . . . Mucked all up with politics, . . . In cowl of falsehoods. 9 casualties Blood spills in gardens . . . Naïve worms torn from loose grounds, . . . Red robins, green lawns. 10 stigmata Each spring miracle . . . Trees blessed by caterpillars gifts, . . . Holey hands of leaves. 11 consecrations Ripples lead to bows . . . After fish breaks the water, . . . A kingfisher dives. 12 constancy Steadfast as always . . . Wildflower in sun and rain, . . . Showing true colours. 13 roommates Chaste lovers wonder . . . How bodies weather the cold, . . . Never knowing touch. 14 swept away Suddenly we kissed . . . At beach as tides rolling in, . . . Drowning by ocean. 15 seductress Her red hair so long . . . Brushing my face, hiding eyes, . . . A kind entrapment. .

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Feb 13, 2015

Feb 13, 2015 at 10:20 PM UTC

15 Haiku | Senryū

. 1 death dirges Frogs in distance sing . . . Foxes, herons, join in too, . . . A round of croaking. 2 love gifts Her gift of flowers . . . Came at night without garden, . . . Were picked in bedroom. 3 twins demure Full moon and she . . . Beauties without crescent smile, . . . Naked in starlight. 4 light music Before even sun . . . Gleam opens to paint each day, . . . Beauty in birdsong. 5 iridescent After sun showers . . . Sparkle of rainbow colours, . . . Busy hummingbirds 6 chilling Hollow sound through trees, Naked and bare branches sway, . . . Old winter creeping. 7 flirting She wanted a child . . . Rushed from one suitor to next, . . . Clock set to maybe. 8 super villain Truth once singular . . . Mucked all up with politics, . . . In cowl of falsehoods. 9 casualties Blood spills in gardens . . . Naïve worms torn from loose grounds, . . . Red robins, green lawns. 10 stigmata Each spring miracle . . . Trees blessed by caterpillars gifts, . . . Holey hands of leaves. 11 consecrations Ripples lead to bows . . . After fish breaks the water, . . . A kingfisher dives. 12 constancy Steadfast as always . . . Wildflower in sun and rain, . . . Showing true colours. 13 roommates Chaste lovers wonder . . . How bodies weather the cold, . . . Never knowing touch. 14 swept away Suddenly we kissed . . . At beach as tides rolling in, . . . Drowning by ocean. 15 seductress Her red hair so long . . . Brushing my face, hiding eyes, . . . A kind entrapment. .

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her mouth was sandpaper. her mouth was sandpaper and she spoke like a smooth surface, words scraped into fluidity like a wooden sphere, turned over behind teeth ‘til all friction is lost. she spoke like the walls of a birdhouse in the room of a dead carpenter: pretty unassembled things. her mouth was sandpaper and every kiss chafed, rubbing raw my lips and tongue crafting with each touch drawing blood like juice from an apple, like sap from wood already cut from the tree. her mouth was sandpaper and she told me *i bite my lips, rip at the inside of my mouth, cannibalize myself cell by cell.* bone saws in her mouth. the only difference between teeth of jaws and saws is mercy (and she swallowed her mercy long ago). her mouth was sandpaper and she spoke like a carpenter’s hands: rough palms, tough pads, a utilitarian artist a crafter of dead flesh. a mortician for dryads and kodama. the art and the artist in lips tongue and teeth. her mouth was sandpaper and i brought mine to hers again and again, her bitten-rough lips opening like doors to purgatory. less entrapment than addiction - returning once more to nails and hammers, hell’s blacksmiths below heaven’s painters above. coming back home to the space between, to bone saws and a carpenter’s hands. her mouth was sandpaper and her voice was carpentry, her teeth bone saws her words birdhouse walls. her mouth was purgatory but her hands were hands. her mouth was sandpaper. i held her hand and chafed my lips raw.

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Mar 9, 2013

Mar 9, 2013 at 12:26 AM UTC

robin-goodfellow

why i need chapstick

her mouth was sandpaper. her mouth was sandpaper and she spoke like a smooth surface, words scraped into fluidity like a wooden sphere, turned over behind teeth ‘til all friction is lost. she spoke like the walls of a birdhouse in the room of a dead carpenter: pretty unassembled things. her mouth was sandpaper and every kiss chafed, rubbing raw my lips and tongue crafting with each touch drawing blood like juice from an apple, like sap from wood already cut from the tree. her mouth was sandpaper and she told me *i bite my lips, rip at the inside of my mouth, cannibalize myself cell by cell.* bone saws in her mouth. the only difference between teeth of jaws and saws is mercy (and she swallowed her mercy long ago). her mouth was sandpaper and she spoke like a carpenter’s hands: rough palms, tough pads, a utilitarian artist a crafter of dead flesh. a mortician for dryads and kodama. the art and the artist in lips tongue and teeth. her mouth was sandpaper and i brought mine to hers again and again, her bitten-rough lips opening like doors to purgatory. less entrapment than addiction - returning once more to nails and hammers, hell’s blacksmiths below heaven’s painters above. coming back home to the space between, to bone saws and a carpenter’s hands. her mouth was sandpaper and her voice was carpentry, her teeth bone saws her words birdhouse walls. her mouth was purgatory but her hands were hands. her mouth was sandpaper. i held her hand and chafed my lips raw.

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When the Earth was spinning, All vacant and wasted, And a voice that came thundering, All the poison, that you all tasted, And all the one left, now unwashed, hearing nothing but silence, becoming the one's who suffered, when all the believers, died, and the non believers, survived, the destruction of the planet, hatred heated by a human cannon. Now who will pray for Babylon, When humanity acts upon, Now, Who will sing for Babylon, When Humanity is the Evil Spawn, Now who will pray for Babylon, Amon of the breath and Air, Amon, where is Thebes, Now, Who will sing for Babylon, Humanity, Governments, Religion, Black, LGBTQ Communities, Planting the Evil Seeds. When the Earth was spinning, All vacant and wasted, Adam and Eve was created, To love and be Mother Earth, Father Dearest, Forbidden Fruit that sent you, to Hell, Oh Adam, You're the Devil, Lucifer, Adam, Did you heard the snake voice, Why did you follow the advice, To pick and eat, Do you live in all of us, Do we eat, to become Deceit. Now who will pray for Babylon, When humanity acts upon, Now, Who will sing for Babylon, When Humanity is the Evil Spawn, Now who will pray for Babylon, Amon of the breath and Air, Amon, where is Thebes, Now, Who will sing for Babylon, Humanity, Governments, Religion, Black, LGBTQ Communities, Planting the Evil Seeds. When the Earth was spinning, All vacant and wasted, Everything is our posion, Welcome Poseidon beside us, Say Hello Pontius, God in our heads, Run to the Waves of that the tide tends, In foul disposition trends, As we welcome all our catasthrophes, All the hate, all the lies, All our devine that we hide in Denial, Suicidal Kings and Queens, Here our Heresy, Maybe Religion is a win, Maybe it just a way of sin, All I know it just a linchpin of support, Belief and stability, Belief and hatred, Maybe Communities in it to win it, to scream and fight and hit back, False Flag, Attack that, Found Guilty through entrapment, Of our commandments, You're cooperation is commended, Since the corporation demands it. Now who will pray for Babylon, When humanity acts upon, Now, Who will sing for Babylon, When Humanity is the Evil Spawn, Now who will pray for Babylon, Amon of the breath and Air, Amon, where is Thebes, Now, Who will sing for Babylon, Humanity, Governments, Religion, Black, LGBTQ Communities, Planting the Evil Seeds.

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Nov 16, 2020

Nov 16, 2020 at 9:32 PM UTC

Babylon, Humanity is the Evil Spawn

When the Earth was spinning, All vacant and wasted, And a voice that came thundering, All the poison, that you all tasted, And all the one left, now unwashed, hearing nothing but silence, becoming the one's who suffered, when all the believers, died, and the non believers, survived, the destruction of the planet, hatred heated by a human cannon. Now who will pray for Babylon, When humanity acts upon, Now, Who will sing for Babylon, When Humanity is the Evil Spawn, Now who will pray for Babylon, Amon of the breath and Air, Amon, where is Thebes, Now, Who will sing for Babylon, Humanity, Governments, Religion, Black, LGBTQ Communities, Planting the Evil Seeds. When the Earth was spinning, All vacant and wasted, Adam and Eve was created, To love and be Mother Earth, Father Dearest, Forbidden Fruit that sent you, to Hell, Oh Adam, You're the Devil, Lucifer, Adam, Did you heard the snake voice, Why did you follow the advice, To pick and eat, Do you live in all of us, Do we eat, to become Deceit. Now who will pray for Babylon, When humanity acts upon, Now, Who will sing for Babylon, When Humanity is the Evil Spawn, Now who will pray for Babylon, Amon of the breath and Air, Amon, where is Thebes, Now, Who will sing for Babylon, Humanity, Governments, Religion, Black, LGBTQ Communities, Planting the Evil Seeds. When the Earth was spinning, All vacant and wasted, Everything is our posion, Welcome Poseidon beside us, Say Hello Pontius, God in our heads, Run to the Waves of that the tide tends, In foul disposition trends, As we welcome all our catasthrophes, All the hate, all the lies, All our devine that we hide in Denial, Suicidal Kings and Queens, Here our Heresy, Maybe Religion is a win, Maybe it just a way of sin, All I know it just a linchpin of support, Belief and stability, Belief and hatred, Maybe Communities in it to win it, to scream and fight and hit back, False Flag, Attack that, Found Guilty through entrapment, Of our commandments, You're cooperation is commended, Since the corporation demands it. Now who will pray for Babylon, When humanity acts upon, Now, Who will sing for Babylon, When Humanity is the Evil Spawn, Now who will pray for Babylon, Amon of the breath and Air, Amon, where is Thebes, Now, Who will sing for Babylon, Humanity, Governments, Religion, Black, LGBTQ Communities, Planting the Evil Seeds.

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The warmth of your lover holds An infant given no choice Behold, deliverance into a new world Hard work, destined just for the ordinary Raised in great love and care Left fear in his eyes, to decide how he would live his life Greatness sprouts in the deepest of dreams Boundaries kept around, without a sign of being free Swelling inside, was a concealed beast The coal furred animal, he holds Cold deep black eyes, with a mouth made to roar Once free from entrapment This Jaguar will pounce from the soul Out into the real world and soar

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May 17, 2013

May 17, 2013 at 8:46 AM UTC

The warmth of your lover holds An infant given no choice Behold, deliverance into a new world Hard work, destined just for the ordinary Raised in great love and care Left fear in his eyes, to decide how he would live his life Greatness sprouts in the deepest of dreams Boundaries kept around, without a sign of being free Swelling inside, was a concealed beast The coal furred animal, he holds Cold deep black eyes, with a mouth made to roar Once free from entrapment This Jaguar will pounce from the soul Out into the real world and soar

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“and he will rule over you.” I am not ready to release my religion the consistency of it has grown with me i am afraid if i unleash it from my soul the preached darkness will consume it i am afraid that the possibility of its factuality and actuality will hover in the atmosphere at noon i am afraid that by dismissing God too soon he will dismiss me Ironically, with my gaining of knowledge, i have come to begrudge the man in the sky who has cursed my *** to serve man to be taken out of man, to exist only within man he has given a text for those to quote when arguing the entrapment of women how am i to recognize the being when he has ****** me to be at the elbow of an entire gender has blamed my kind for the original sin of sins The Bible has shaped the complications of communities it has manipulated the societies that barely function it has forced people to fight for the basic rights all should hold how am i to forgive such sins committed against my kind? to accept the influences of a book that is thousands of years old that still governs my everyday life?

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Nov 18, 2018

Nov 18, 2018 at 4:01 AM UTC

The Year of the Serpent

“and he will rule over you.” I am not ready to release my religion the consistency of it has grown with me i am afraid if i unleash it from my soul the preached darkness will consume it i am afraid that the possibility of its factuality and actuality will hover in the atmosphere at noon i am afraid that by dismissing God too soon he will dismiss me Ironically, with my gaining of knowledge, i have come to begrudge the man in the sky who has cursed my *** to serve man to be taken out of man, to exist only within man he has given a text for those to quote when arguing the entrapment of women how am i to recognize the being when he has ****** me to be at the elbow of an entire gender has blamed my kind for the original sin of sins The Bible has shaped the complications of communities it has manipulated the societies that barely function it has forced people to fight for the basic rights all should hold how am i to forgive such sins committed against my kind? to accept the influences of a book that is thousands of years old that still governs my everyday life?

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Grinding.... Leaving it silenced, drawn and quartered Clawing for the scraps left over Predicament I found myself in Or, towards the end of it Slipping from the edges Forager focused on finding any way back home Sidetracked by some apparition left crying Alone, in the corner Grinding... Paused, with rain drops weighted, heavy sense in the air I can feel my lips turning blue and Twitching It's more literal than I would dare dream in a waking nightmare The smell of every molecule tantamount to another realm Hangs motionless in the air The stone transposed becomes a rooftop asylum, overlooking such uncouth misanthropic parcels, self absorbed in this grotesque imagery, a veritable wall of self hate puzzle pieces Grinding... Low, on an almost ominous note, still grows colder in my ears Blowing on winds filled with the spite and righteous Anti holy Fully rupturing sound of far off laughter of the New root My lips still moving No sound produced And my mind Grinding... I still pray to god for you Beset on all sides by the same wickedness Still afflicted by myself Argue for arguments sake ****** up on the uptake I thought that you might want it I guess I forgot all the subtle ways The fires spring to life at night Arguably the wrong choice is Looking at him I try not to Catch that glimpse in his eye Already my mind races And my bones are shivering At the thought alone Brickwork backing Still swells maggots And filing paperwork For entrapment habits Grinding

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Sep 28, 2017

Sep 28, 2017 at 4:56 PM UTC

Grinding.... Leaving it silenced, drawn and quartered Clawing for the scraps left over Predicament I found myself in Or, towards the end of it Slipping from the edges Forager focused on finding any way back home Sidetracked by some apparition left crying Alone, in the corner Grinding... Paused, with rain drops weighted, heavy sense in the air I can feel my lips turning blue and Twitching It's more literal than I would dare dream in a waking nightmare The smell of every molecule tantamount to another realm Hangs motionless in the air The stone transposed becomes a rooftop asylum, overlooking such uncouth misanthropic parcels, self absorbed in this grotesque imagery, a veritable wall of self hate puzzle pieces Grinding... Low, on an almost ominous note, still grows colder in my ears Blowing on winds filled with the spite and righteous Anti holy Fully rupturing sound of far off laughter of the New root My lips still moving No sound produced And my mind Grinding... I still pray to god for you Beset on all sides by the same wickedness Still afflicted by myself Argue for arguments sake ****** up on the uptake I thought that you might want it I guess I forgot all the subtle ways The fires spring to life at night Arguably the wrong choice is Looking at him I try not to Catch that glimpse in his eye Already my mind races And my bones are shivering At the thought alone Brickwork backing Still swells maggots And filing paperwork For entrapment habits Grinding

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Sensual entrapment, Heart, mind, soul, unifying in Emotional *******

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Feb 20, 2015

Feb 20, 2015 at 7:34 AM UTC

Sensual entrapment, Heart, mind, soul, unifying in Emotional *******

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**"Worst form of ******* is entrapment within self"** © Dr. PRERNA SINGLA, 2015.

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Oct 7, 2015

Oct 7, 2015 at 3:35 PM UTC

**"Worst form of ******* is entrapment within self"** © Dr. PRERNA SINGLA, 2015.

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Sating stains unrecognizable dripping filth of first love gone Insignificant swelling of power We are human Hungering for control over strong hold fear Tangible in it's release We are human It moans to be sought by destroyers We are human Hypnotized by dances of mesmerizing flesh patterns mangle until there are no more borders sweeping over luscious ruins we depart from entrapment and lightly fall Silver gleams off malleable thoughts We are human

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Nov 5, 2010

Nov 5, 2010 at 1:36 PM UTC

Disillusionment

Sating stains unrecognizable dripping filth of first love gone Insignificant swelling of power We are human Hungering for control over strong hold fear Tangible in it's release We are human It moans to be sought by destroyers We are human Hypnotized by dances of mesmerizing flesh patterns mangle until there are no more borders sweeping over luscious ruins we depart from entrapment and lightly fall Silver gleams off malleable thoughts We are human

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**Baggage within trappings of illusions, love packed away in neat little compartments gathering cobwebs at makeshift improvisations, dusting intermittently if by chance a light should shine, never wholly untangling the snare mid a labyrinth of transparent entrapment, as violin strings continue to unlatch the same old key**

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Aug 4, 2015

Aug 4, 2015 at 8:22 AM UTC

poetessa-diabolical

Labyrinths of Baggage

**Baggage within trappings of illusions, love packed away in neat little compartments gathering cobwebs at makeshift improvisations, dusting intermittently if by chance a light should shine, never wholly untangling the snare mid a labyrinth of transparent entrapment, as violin strings continue to unlatch the same old key**

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Now The Choices You Make... Can DECIDE Your Fate... !!! But It Seems That Some Voices... Believe There Are Factors... OUTSIDE of Our Choices... That Also DO MATTER... In Things That Then Happen... Like Forms of... "Entrapment"... That Leave People SHATTERED... !!! But If You Choose WISELY... I Think It’s... LESS Likely... That You’ll End Up DEAD... Because of The Feds’... !!! Your Choices DEFEND... And Can Also PROTECT... !!! But If You Choose POORLY... Things Can End PREMATURELY... From Your Wife To Your Life... You Had BETTER Be WISE... !!!!! BEFORE Choices Decide... To TAKE What You Like... Or Just Leave You To DIE... !!! Cos’ It’s EASY To BLAME... Rather Than Have To Face... The Fact That Your Choice... Put You In A BAD PLACE... !!! You’d BETTER Show POISE... Rather Than Make Up Noise... Because You CAN'T Deal... With The Cards You Reveal... !!! That’s Right To YOURSELF... !!! Cos’ Oppressors WON'T Help... They’ll Just Help Themselves... To Take All Your Wealth... And Knowledge of Self... !!! And KEEP You OPPRESSED... If That Choice Serves Them Best... !!! As I Earlier Said Your Choices Defend... But Can Leave You For DEAD... !!! If You’re Quick To Deflect... Instead of... ACCEPT... That A DISCIPLINED Choice... Could of Saved You From Death... !!! I Choose To... AVOID... Placing Blame Now On Others... !!! I Choose To Stay Covered... And FAR From Blood Suckers... No Matter What Colour... Or Group They Fall Under... !!! My Choices Have THUNDERED... Their Way Through Bad Summers... !!! So Now Choose To Groove... With POWERFUL Moves... !!! Rather Than Those That Teach... My Soul To Be Weak... !!! My Choice of Free Speech... And Use of Poetry... SUPPORTS Such Beliefs... !!! So The Words That I Use... Are Those That Give PROOF... That The Choices I’ve Made... Have Indeed Made The Grade... of Dealing With Hate... And REFUSING To Slave... For A Minimum Wage... From The Type of Paleface... With SUPREMACIST Ways... !!!! And NO It’s NOT EASY... I KNOW That BELIEVE Me... !!! But Making STRONG Moves... DEMANDS That You Choose... To Sometimes FACE DANGERS... That Come From Dark Strangers... !!! That’s Right Like Enslavers... And Those Known As Haters... Who Choose To ABUSE... Rather Than Help You To... Make Choices That WORK... And Keep You From Hurt... !!! I’m Not One Whose Stuck... On The Idea of LUCK... Leaving Me In A RUT... !!! You Must Choose Your Own Path... Just Ask My Uncle DARTH... !!! ... I’m Already DARK... !!! So I Now Choose The Light... of Choosing What’s WISE... !!! Even In These DARK Times... !!! Where We’re Now Choosing Things... That May Well Prove To STING... !!! ... Historical Tricks... May Have Choices That Link... To How Supremacists... Nowadays Choose To Think... !!! And On That LAST Note... I’m Now Choosing To Go... After This Final Quote... That Is... NOT All My Own... !!! Choose To Live On Your Knees... Or To... DIE On Your Feet... !!! Instead of Make Noises... That Deal In Submission... To... Limited Thinking... Because You AVOIDED... Making DIFFICULT... ......... “ Choices “........

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Aug 2, 2021

Aug 2, 2021 at 9:20 PM UTC

“Choices” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 20/2/2021

Now The Choices You Make... Can DECIDE Your Fate... !!! But It Seems That Some Voices... Believe There Are Factors... OUTSIDE of Our Choices... That Also DO MATTER... In Things That Then Happen... Like Forms of... "Entrapment"... That Leave People SHATTERED... !!! But If You Choose WISELY... I Think It’s... LESS Likely... That You’ll End Up DEAD... Because of The Feds’... !!! Your Choices DEFEND... And Can Also PROTECT... !!! But If You Choose POORLY... Things Can End PREMATURELY... From Your Wife To Your Life... You Had BETTER Be WISE... !!!!! BEFORE Choices Decide... To TAKE What You Like... Or Just Leave You To DIE... !!! Cos’ It’s EASY To BLAME... Rather Than Have To Face... The Fact That Your Choice... Put You In A BAD PLACE... !!! You’d BETTER Show POISE... Rather Than Make Up Noise... Because You CAN'T Deal... With The Cards You Reveal... !!! That’s Right To YOURSELF... !!! Cos’ Oppressors WON'T Help... They’ll Just Help Themselves... To Take All Your Wealth... And Knowledge of Self... !!! And KEEP You OPPRESSED... If That Choice Serves Them Best... !!! As I Earlier Said Your Choices Defend... But Can Leave You For DEAD... !!! If You’re Quick To Deflect... Instead of... ACCEPT... That A DISCIPLINED Choice... Could of Saved You From Death... !!! I Choose To... AVOID... Placing Blame Now On Others... !!! I Choose To Stay Covered... And FAR From Blood Suckers... No Matter What Colour... Or Group They Fall Under... !!! My Choices Have THUNDERED... Their Way Through Bad Summers... !!! So Now Choose To Groove... With POWERFUL Moves... !!! Rather Than Those That Teach... My Soul To Be Weak... !!! My Choice of Free Speech... And Use of Poetry... SUPPORTS Such Beliefs... !!! So The Words That I Use... Are Those That Give PROOF... That The Choices I’ve Made... Have Indeed Made The Grade... of Dealing With Hate... And REFUSING To Slave... For A Minimum Wage... From The Type of Paleface... With SUPREMACIST Ways... !!!! And NO It’s NOT EASY... I KNOW That BELIEVE Me... !!! But Making STRONG Moves... DEMANDS That You Choose... To Sometimes FACE DANGERS... That Come From Dark Strangers... !!! That’s Right Like Enslavers... And Those Known As Haters... Who Choose To ABUSE... Rather Than Help You To... Make Choices That WORK... And Keep You From Hurt... !!! I’m Not One Whose Stuck... On The Idea of LUCK... Leaving Me In A RUT... !!! You Must Choose Your Own Path... Just Ask My Uncle DARTH... !!! ... I’m Already DARK... !!! So I Now Choose The Light... of Choosing What’s WISE... !!! Even In These DARK Times... !!! Where We’re Now Choosing Things... That May Well Prove To STING... !!! ... Historical Tricks... May Have Choices That Link... To How Supremacists... Nowadays Choose To Think... !!! And On That LAST Note... I’m Now Choosing To Go... After This Final Quote... That Is... NOT All My Own... !!! Choose To Live On Your Knees... Or To... DIE On Your Feet... !!! Instead of Make Noises... That Deal In Submission... To... Limited Thinking... Because You AVOIDED... Making DIFFICULT... ......... “ Choices “........

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*Your mind, I can read through the mirror of dark eyes, no iris reading technology this, an ancient practice of lovers disagreement creeps in to your naughty mind don't I read it's alphabets and words? you still smile and act amiable, just to mislead me and hide your war tactics. this little game of ours has a subtext of lust, in bed we translate it to a physical duel half moons of my nails etch blood mark all over your back your sharp teeth, give quick bites, lips nibble my earlobes, love play quickly become a rough and tumble game when you are the naked aggressor sitting above, I the victim, moving up and down, we inch forward to culminate in sweet thunder, you have your sweet revenge, my lover, like in times before, dissolving your disagreements, in my willing surrender to your charm, warm naked body's entrapment, every time my dream*

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May 21, 2014

May 21, 2014 at 7:11 AM UTC

Sweet revenge ******

*Your mind, I can read through the mirror of dark eyes, no iris reading technology this, an ancient practice of lovers disagreement creeps in to your naughty mind don't I read it's alphabets and words? you still smile and act amiable, just to mislead me and hide your war tactics. this little game of ours has a subtext of lust, in bed we translate it to a physical duel half moons of my nails etch blood mark all over your back your sharp teeth, give quick bites, lips nibble my earlobes, love play quickly become a rough and tumble game when you are the naked aggressor sitting above, I the victim, moving up and down, we inch forward to culminate in sweet thunder, you have your sweet revenge, my lover, like in times before, dissolving your disagreements, in my willing surrender to your charm, warm naked body's entrapment, every time my dream*

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Hushed tones , the birds chirped The Mind stood handcuffed Waiting for Judgements The courtroom voices/noises Filled the Arena Waiting for judgment .. Were the pleas heard... What was the verdict ... Around Came a plaintiff asking for directions to a courtroom Surprised Standing handcuffed the Mind thought 'Why walk in the entrapment Where the judgements Have no room for 'fair trials ' Nevertheless The Mind as usual stood a mute spectator, Handcuffed Drifting ..... The view beyond the courtroom Was that of a playground The children played without a care The Mind , so pleased and at peace All charged now Reminded of the two legs and feet which were free of cuffs and could escape Now , set free , The Mind flew into Mindscape Evading all Trials Judgements Leaving ... The courtroom empty ..

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Aug 17, 2017

Aug 17, 2017 at 11:40 PM UTC

sarita-aditya-verma

The Mind In The Courtroom

Hushed tones , the birds chirped The Mind stood handcuffed Waiting for Judgements The courtroom voices/noises Filled the Arena Waiting for judgment .. Were the pleas heard... What was the verdict ... Around Came a plaintiff asking for directions to a courtroom Surprised Standing handcuffed the Mind thought 'Why walk in the entrapment Where the judgements Have no room for 'fair trials ' Nevertheless The Mind as usual stood a mute spectator, Handcuffed Drifting ..... The view beyond the courtroom Was that of a playground The children played without a care The Mind , so pleased and at peace All charged now Reminded of the two legs and feet which were free of cuffs and could escape Now , set free , The Mind flew into Mindscape Evading all Trials Judgements Leaving ... The courtroom empty ..

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(AP) another tragic report today of snow mermaids resurfacing a phenomena of drastic blizzard conditions young men lost in blinding blowing winds that sends a person forging foreword then back a step are sightings of real or imagined snow nymphs naked gorgeous young women giggling frolicking through 8’ snow drifts arching limbs grinding hips twiddling fingers toes swaying long hair spreading thighs exposing privates pinching ******* pursing lips gesturing to be seduced beckoning into freezing snow entrapment eventually freezing victims into lifeless blue corpses only additional forensic evidence left behind are definite female snow angel signature tracks in surrounding snowfall areas since onslaught of February 1st storm strike 18 male bodies missing 13 bodies recovered all found grasping clutching clinging desirously to unknown source 5 men still missing if you suspect the whereabouts of any of these individuals please contact 911 authorities warn men of a certain age wear appropriate winter gear scarves raised hats lowered eyes squinting look away without delay if you think you are witness to one or more of these deadly snow mermaids GPS immediately to Police postscript in the several thousand years since these occurrences have been recorded not a single snow mermaid has ever been caught

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Mar 3, 2011

Mar 3, 2011 at 1:22 PM UTC

michael-reid-rubenstein

(AP) another tragic report today of snow mermaids resurfacing a phenomena of drastic blizzard conditions young men lost in blinding blowing winds that sends a person forging foreword then back a step are sightings of real or imagined snow nymphs naked gorgeous young women giggling frolicking through 8’ snow drifts arching limbs grinding hips twiddling fingers toes swaying long hair spreading thighs exposing privates pinching ******* pursing lips gesturing to be seduced beckoning into freezing snow entrapment eventually freezing victims into lifeless blue corpses only additional forensic evidence left behind are definite female snow angel signature tracks in surrounding snowfall areas since onslaught of February 1st storm strike 18 male bodies missing 13 bodies recovered all found grasping clutching clinging desirously to unknown source 5 men still missing if you suspect the whereabouts of any of these individuals please contact 911 authorities warn men of a certain age wear appropriate winter gear scarves raised hats lowered eyes squinting look away without delay if you think you are witness to one or more of these deadly snow mermaids GPS immediately to Police postscript in the several thousand years since these occurrences have been recorded not a single snow mermaid has ever been caught

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I write too many poems about my body. but it’s the only house my spirit knows and the only movement is my own I could write you a love poem or one about the way the kids in my hometown used to walk the traintracks like they led somewhere but i’m completely obsessed with this idea of entrapment that i could be more than skin and bones that i could be made of ink blotch shoulderblades ribbon ribcages clothespin wrists and ruby lips that i could abandon myself and get out of this cage that’s too big or too small or whatever the **** they tell me this week.

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Jul 10, 2014

Jul 10, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC

I write too many poems about my body. but it’s the only house my spirit knows and the only movement is my own I could write you a love poem or one about the way the kids in my hometown used to walk the traintracks like they led somewhere but i’m completely obsessed with this idea of entrapment that i could be more than skin and bones that i could be made of ink blotch shoulderblades ribbon ribcages clothespin wrists and ruby lips that i could abandon myself and get out of this cage that’s too big or too small or whatever the **** they tell me this week.

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I'm not taken aback by the beauty of the sun or moon. But that's okay, at least I've learned in time that there are very little differences between objects labeled mine and days considered wasted time. Entitlement is a false concept paralleling a religious purgatory. That's not the point anyways. I'm left with unbearable heat and a pool of thoughts best resembling some sort of molten pudding left out in the sun for weeks of stifling inattention. Let it just be known that the smell was not my intention. Regardless of what fills your nostrils ephemerally, keep in mind that this stench haunts me perpetually. It's apathy towards my sensitive skull stifles me. It's as if I was able to just shake off these shadow-inducing invaders like a bad habit. But no matter how much you try to **** a shadow, it's always there following you. Breathing on you. Casting oxygen upon your neck until there's nothing but sweat and fear left to expose. With such an affinity to what darkness lies behind me, there are few words to authentically compose. How can I continue? How can the beat stay in rhythm and my words stay in tune when I'm a butterfly stuck in a cocoon? If these hollowed walls could speak I bet they'd entertain the idea on meaningless entrapment. Go now. My words for this horrid state of mind have run dry. They do nothing but mask themselves and then exponentially multiply. So leave me for the beauty of the sun and the moon. I'll never wish anything more than a simple, concurrent release of everyone from his or her respective cocoon.

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Aug 10, 2015

Aug 10, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC

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I'm not taken aback by the beauty of the sun or moon. But that's okay, at least I've learned in time that there are very little differences between objects labeled mine and days considered wasted time. Entitlement is a false concept paralleling a religious purgatory. That's not the point anyways. I'm left with unbearable heat and a pool of thoughts best resembling some sort of molten pudding left out in the sun for weeks of stifling inattention. Let it just be known that the smell was not my intention. Regardless of what fills your nostrils ephemerally, keep in mind that this stench haunts me perpetually. It's apathy towards my sensitive skull stifles me. It's as if I was able to just shake off these shadow-inducing invaders like a bad habit. But no matter how much you try to **** a shadow, it's always there following you. Breathing on you. Casting oxygen upon your neck until there's nothing but sweat and fear left to expose. With such an affinity to what darkness lies behind me, there are few words to authentically compose. How can I continue? How can the beat stay in rhythm and my words stay in tune when I'm a butterfly stuck in a cocoon? If these hollowed walls could speak I bet they'd entertain the idea on meaningless entrapment. Go now. My words for this horrid state of mind have run dry. They do nothing but mask themselves and then exponentially multiply. So leave me for the beauty of the sun and the moon. I'll never wish anything more than a simple, concurrent release of everyone from his or her respective cocoon.

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Bound by flesh; We are, oblivious to our minds, chemical reactions. Enamored with desire, guided by our pleasures, driven by our actions. Engrossed by lust; thirsty. The primal rush; the absolute of attraction Prisoners of our passions. animal instincts is our human nature; our habits we fashion.

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Jul 21, 2017

Jul 21, 2017 at 8:48 PM UTC

Bound by flesh; We are, oblivious to our minds, chemical reactions. Enamored with desire, guided by our pleasures, driven by our actions. Engrossed by lust; thirsty. The primal rush; the absolute of attraction Prisoners of our passions. animal instincts is our human nature; our habits we fashion.

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I have this fear Of Spiders Of webs Of entanglement. In threads of Commitment to an everyday lack of Excitement, Enchantment, Involvement Of Spiders. Unpredictable Lurking near their diamond spun circles Of melifluous entrapment I would not want to escape Consumption Being wrapped in silky smooth lies Promoting penetration of my self respect The addiction causing venom to spread Already pumping Adrenaline Endorphine rush I have this fear of losing myself In this

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Mar 3, 2013

Mar 3, 2013 at 7:00 AM UTC

I have this fear Of Spiders Of webs Of entanglement. In threads of Commitment to an everyday lack of Excitement, Enchantment, Involvement Of Spiders. Unpredictable Lurking near their diamond spun circles Of melifluous entrapment I would not want to escape Consumption Being wrapped in silky smooth lies Promoting penetration of my self respect The addiction causing venom to spread Already pumping Adrenaline Endorphine rush I have this fear of losing myself In this

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i. horror film: the last place the poor can go. our second date- her father had given her chase but in slow motion. he gave me his hand and I took it because it was free. I told her in the car while it moved what a cliché she was. she looked at hills a few of them stopped rolling. she had me pull over. horror films ain’t rocket surgery. I knew what she meant. ii. mothers and fathers, lie to your children. tell them the honeybee wants to die for them; that no matter their stillness it will sting. tell them each they are a limited edition glow in the dark action figure. tell them the world is flat; that when it’s not, don’t get romantic to traverse the banged on ceiling of hell.

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Jul 9, 2012

Jul 9, 2012 at 1:53 PM UTC

i. horror film: the last place the poor can go. our second date- her father had given her chase but in slow motion. he gave me his hand and I took it because it was free. I told her in the car while it moved what a cliché she was. she looked at hills a few of them stopped rolling. she had me pull over. horror films ain’t rocket surgery. I knew what she meant. ii. mothers and fathers, lie to your children. tell them the honeybee wants to die for them; that no matter their stillness it will sting. tell them each they are a limited edition glow in the dark action figure. tell them the world is flat; that when it’s not, don’t get romantic to traverse the banged on ceiling of hell.

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Explaining the feeling Of feeling frozen Is like explaining to a child Why people hurt There is no delicate way To describe the intensity The entrapment Words trapped in my throat My body wrapped in invisible rope As though a man at each side Pulls the rope tighter And tighter You want me to explain? Honey, I can’t explain Something I also don’t know

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Sep 3, 2021

Sep 3, 2021 at 6:45 PM UTC

Explaining the feeling Of feeling frozen Is like explaining to a child Why people hurt There is no delicate way To describe the intensity The entrapment Words trapped in my throat My body wrapped in invisible rope As though a man at each side Pulls the rope tighter And tighter You want me to explain? Honey, I can’t explain Something I also don’t know

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As the peals of your laughter ring a silver bell aloud, Being trapped in your boudoir, sinks in to my consciousness, Every single time your desire moans softly in pleasure, It's hard to find an escape route, from this happy entrapment.

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Nov 23, 2015

Nov 23, 2015 at 8:09 AM UTC

Entrapped within the cage of desire

As the peals of your laughter ring a silver bell aloud, Being trapped in your boudoir, sinks in to my consciousness, Every single time your desire moans softly in pleasure, It's hard to find an escape route, from this happy entrapment.

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Cast from Icarus peaks You tumble from your pedestal A fading fallen phoenix The flowers are all crying as they drift dying Past the cold oleanders gaudy blooms You sleep deep in the fallen petals Of love wrapped in barbs of good intentions Golden chains clasped round your aching body Binding you to the sanity of your grey entrapment While colors dance in dizzy spells across the gilded links Reflected in the eyes of blind prophets And the gossamer bars of existence You dance in my darkness Your moth wings burnt and charred You fade my fallen angel And all is grey

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Nov 17, 2013

Nov 17, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC

Cast from Icarus peaks You tumble from your pedestal A fading fallen phoenix The flowers are all crying as they drift dying Past the cold oleanders gaudy blooms You sleep deep in the fallen petals Of love wrapped in barbs of good intentions Golden chains clasped round your aching body Binding you to the sanity of your grey entrapment While colors dance in dizzy spells across the gilded links Reflected in the eyes of blind prophets And the gossamer bars of existence You dance in my darkness Your moth wings burnt and charred You fade my fallen angel And all is grey

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Breathe! The quiet ambient sombers of an extraordinary life element that never misses a beat. Relax and void registry of thought. Bask in the glow of cherry, like a warm bath after years of war. Relieve the soul of entrapment, let the feet lead to peaceful endeavor. Places of concrete will never tear down life in a ****** breeze

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Jul 14, 2015

Jul 14, 2015 at 9:56 AM UTC

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Breathe! The quiet ambient sombers of an extraordinary life element that never misses a beat. Relax and void registry of thought. Bask in the glow of cherry, like a warm bath after years of war. Relieve the soul of entrapment, let the feet lead to peaceful endeavor. Places of concrete will never tear down life in a ****** breeze

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