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"euthanized" poems

and then one day you find a soul you want to bind someone who makes you feel you birth was not unkind the garden of bougainvillea is made of pretty flowers but her branches and thorns keep out the lovers all you can do is just be mesmerized seeing the bloom waiting to be euthanized

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Dec 24, 2014

Dec 24, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC

and then one day you find a soul you want to bind someone who makes you feel you birth was not unkind the garden of bougainvillea is made of pretty flowers but her branches and thorns keep out the lovers all you can do is just be mesmerized seeing the bloom waiting to be euthanized

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In response to: Please Don't Put Down Your Pen You may live by drinking the words, But I thrive on writing the words. Perhaps "Please Don't Put Down Your Pen" was written in response to my works, but more than likely, it wasn't. I live off of the written word. It is my bread and my wine, my world away from the world. But I have put down my pen. Returned it to its rightful place, The navy blue, leather coated, velvet sleeping place of my works. I have put down my pen. My pen has been put down. Euthanized it. Comatose in its leather casket.

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Mar 2, 2015

Mar 2, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC

In response to: Please Don't Put Down Your Pen You may live by drinking the words, But I thrive on writing the words. Perhaps "Please Don't Put Down Your Pen" was written in response to my works, but more than likely, it wasn't. I live off of the written word. It is my bread and my wine, my world away from the world. But I have put down my pen. Returned it to its rightful place, The navy blue, leather coated, velvet sleeping place of my works. I have put down my pen. My pen has been put down. Euthanized it. Comatose in its leather casket.

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Don't try to move Just Be still You must prove It"s your will Just be, Quietly Silently Chill No technology No phones No emails No fax Mythology Bones Trails Relax Thoughts flow through my head like streams upon the riverbed Constantly haunting me Is it a plague or am I free Wondering what it is I truly do seek On this Hedonistic journey for pleasure Once I finally reach the highest peak Will I even care if there isn't any treasure And even if there was, how much is really ever enough? No matter how much was there I would still feel rough The journey is over, but at least you can buy more stuff Many toys to play with but your hands are tightly cuffed Look a brand new thing to crave How much money did you save? I"ll take that secret to my grave As a true consumer ridden slave Everyone wants what they just can't have Eyeing your neighbor"s prize like a vulture Euphemise it veal instead of saying calve Euthanized a deal, our throw away culture I want more more more, that's mine not yours So blessed to have our choice of each amenity We"ve bore ourselves into consumer ****** So stressed when all we should seek is serenity

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Jan 1, 2014

Jan 1, 2014 at 5:58 AM UTC

Don't try to move Just Be still You must prove It"s your will Just be, Quietly Silently Chill No technology No phones No emails No fax Mythology Bones Trails Relax Thoughts flow through my head like streams upon the riverbed Constantly haunting me Is it a plague or am I free Wondering what it is I truly do seek On this Hedonistic journey for pleasure Once I finally reach the highest peak Will I even care if there isn't any treasure And even if there was, how much is really ever enough? No matter how much was there I would still feel rough The journey is over, but at least you can buy more stuff Many toys to play with but your hands are tightly cuffed Look a brand new thing to crave How much money did you save? I"ll take that secret to my grave As a true consumer ridden slave Everyone wants what they just can't have Eyeing your neighbor"s prize like a vulture Euphemise it veal instead of saying calve Euthanized a deal, our throw away culture I want more more more, that's mine not yours So blessed to have our choice of each amenity We"ve bore ourselves into consumer ****** So stressed when all we should seek is serenity

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wandering across the splinters of squandered seasons the Hajj of the lost ones completes a broken circle returning with hope to burrow back into the safety of desecrated graveyards welcomed home to the embrace of a cadaverous cloak and the kiss of carrion smudged lips, Hajji's eye the decrepit visage of criminal depravity germination of this Arab Spring mocks us aromas of jasmine elude us emulsified concrete clogs our nostrils burning eyes filled with asbestos dust form grateful blinders to the ruination of reason betrayed arcane remnants of our life lay inert in the open ****** of fractured habitations amidst jumbled rubble the decaying carcasses of razed buildings boast grotesque sculptures of twisted rebar cradling artifacts of a past life pink hair curlers splashed with sickly blood grown mold scavenged bicycles limp on banished parts smashed skulls of dolls weep, her dismembered limb reaches for a lost child’s nursing hand the charred remains of a Persian rug maps the scale of a city’s deconstruction and a frayed regions disconsolation electric luxury flowing water the friendly bustle of the street bespeak expired memories foretelling an unimaginal future sectarian strife enforces a communal solitary confinement in cold blood we willingly murdered compassion we butchered trust we euthanized our common humanity constructing buildings is easy rebuilding ourselves impossible Music Selection: Segovia, Capricho Arabe Oakland 5/13/14 jbm

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May 14, 2014

May 14, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC

james-bradley-mccallum

wandering across the splinters of squandered seasons the Hajj of the lost ones completes a broken circle returning with hope to burrow back into the safety of desecrated graveyards welcomed home to the embrace of a cadaverous cloak and the kiss of carrion smudged lips, Hajji's eye the decrepit visage of criminal depravity germination of this Arab Spring mocks us aromas of jasmine elude us emulsified concrete clogs our nostrils burning eyes filled with asbestos dust form grateful blinders to the ruination of reason betrayed arcane remnants of our life lay inert in the open ****** of fractured habitations amidst jumbled rubble the decaying carcasses of razed buildings boast grotesque sculptures of twisted rebar cradling artifacts of a past life pink hair curlers splashed with sickly blood grown mold scavenged bicycles limp on banished parts smashed skulls of dolls weep, her dismembered limb reaches for a lost child’s nursing hand the charred remains of a Persian rug maps the scale of a city’s deconstruction and a frayed regions disconsolation electric luxury flowing water the friendly bustle of the street bespeak expired memories foretelling an unimaginal future sectarian strife enforces a communal solitary confinement in cold blood we willingly murdered compassion we butchered trust we euthanized our common humanity constructing buildings is easy rebuilding ourselves impossible Music Selection: Segovia, Capricho Arabe Oakland 5/13/14 jbm

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After My Little Black Dog Died of Melanoma. After the Lumps on Her Small Brittle Body Slowly Burned to a Pile of Ash in the Vet’s Office. After My Step-Father Drove in His Ostentatious Truck to Pick Up Her Remains. After I Cried in My Dorm Room and Tried Not to Wake My Roommate. Realization that My Loss Does Not Make Me Different. There Are Graveyards That Span For Miles and They Are Filled With More Dead Bodies Than I Have Ever Seen. There Are Hundreds of Thousands of Children in the Foster Care System That Have Never Met Their Parents or Maybe They Did and it Just Didn’t Work Out. Kids Who Might Have Lived With Their Terminally Ill Parent(s) For Years Not Just Days. Kids Who Never Sat in the Opened Up Trunk of Their Mother’s Black Nissan Pathfinder at the Drive-In Movies. Kids Who Lived Too Far From Their Too Old Grandparents or Who Lived Too Far From Their Too Dead Grandparents. Kids Who Were Never Told Not to Throw Snowballs Because There Might be Big Chunks of Ice in Them. Kids Who Never Had a Childhood Dog to Cry Over. Kids Who Don’t Like to Read Because They Were Never Read Bedtime Stories When They Were Younger. Kids Whose Mothers Never Called Them Tweetie or Pumpkin or Honey or *** Kids That Were Not Told to Just Go to the Bathroom When Their Tummies Hurt Instead of the Health Room. Kids Who Never Listened to the Spice Girls’ Album Spice World on Cassette on the Way to the Store. Kids Who Never Got a Peach Drink Out of a Vending Machine at the Pick’N’Save on 27th Street and Still Don’t Know Exactly What 50¢ Peach Drink Their Mother Bought For Them. There Are Thousands of Dogs Euthanized Each Day Because of How Sick They Are or Because They Were at a Shelter For Far Too Long or Because They Are a Pitbull or a Rottweiler or Some Other Irrationally Feared and Disliked Dog Breed. We Didn’t Euthanize My Stage-Four-Cancer-Stricken Dog or Even Get Her Treatment Beyond Pain Medicine Because We Were Selfish. We Do a Lot of Things Because We Are Selfish. We Waited Five Days to Pull the Plug on My Vegetable Mother Because We Were Waiting For a Miracle That We Knew Would Never Happen Because She Stopped Breathing the Moment the Aneurysm Burst. My Sister is Getting Married in June and My Grandfather is Going to Walk Her Down the Aisle in My Mother’s Place. My Grandparents Had to Move In With My Sister After My Grandmother Fell Down Too Many Times and Didn’t Take Her Health Problems Serious Enough. There Are Repercussions For Thinking You Are Safe When You Are Really Not.

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Mar 8, 2016

Mar 8, 2016 at 10:18 PM UTC

After My Little Black Dog Died of Melanoma. After the Lumps on Her Small Brittle Body Slowly Burned to a Pile of Ash in the Vet’s Office. After My Step-Father Drove in His Ostentatious Truck to Pick Up Her Remains. After I Cried in My Dorm Room and Tried Not to Wake My Roommate. Realization that My Loss Does Not Make Me Different. There Are Graveyards That Span For Miles and They Are Filled With More Dead Bodies Than I Have Ever Seen. There Are Hundreds of Thousands of Children in the Foster Care System That Have Never Met Their Parents or Maybe They Did and it Just Didn’t Work Out. Kids Who Might Have Lived With Their Terminally Ill Parent(s) For Years Not Just Days. Kids Who Never Sat in the Opened Up Trunk of Their Mother’s Black Nissan Pathfinder at the Drive-In Movies. Kids Who Lived Too Far From Their Too Old Grandparents or Who Lived Too Far From Their Too Dead Grandparents. Kids Who Were Never Told Not to Throw Snowballs Because There Might be Big Chunks of Ice in Them. Kids Who Never Had a Childhood Dog to Cry Over. Kids Who Don’t Like to Read Because They Were Never Read Bedtime Stories When They Were Younger. Kids Whose Mothers Never Called Them Tweetie or Pumpkin or Honey or *** Kids That Were Not Told to Just Go to the Bathroom When Their Tummies Hurt Instead of the Health Room. Kids Who Never Listened to the Spice Girls’ Album Spice World on Cassette on the Way to the Store. Kids Who Never Got a Peach Drink Out of a Vending Machine at the Pick’N’Save on 27th Street and Still Don’t Know Exactly What 50¢ Peach Drink Their Mother Bought For Them. There Are Thousands of Dogs Euthanized Each Day Because of How Sick They Are or Because They Were at a Shelter For Far Too Long or Because They Are a Pitbull or a Rottweiler or Some Other Irrationally Feared and Disliked Dog Breed. We Didn’t Euthanize My Stage-Four-Cancer-Stricken Dog or Even Get Her Treatment Beyond Pain Medicine Because We Were Selfish. We Do a Lot of Things Because We Are Selfish. We Waited Five Days to Pull the Plug on My Vegetable Mother Because We Were Waiting For a Miracle That We Knew Would Never Happen Because She Stopped Breathing the Moment the Aneurysm Burst. My Sister is Getting Married in June and My Grandfather is Going to Walk Her Down the Aisle in My Mother’s Place. My Grandparents Had to Move In With My Sister After My Grandmother Fell Down Too Many Times and Didn’t Take Her Health Problems Serious Enough. There Are Repercussions For Thinking You Are Safe When You Are Really Not.

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Theme: "Laughter for Breakfast" A Duet by: Bard Oluwateniola Adeniyi (Faderera) Fuad Opeyemi (Gemini) A free Verse Poetry 🚹🚺🚹🚺🚹🚺🚹🚺🚹🚺 Quite a yore, when the snail crawl in the open The birds fly, oblivious of the stone The heart so calm, Not threatening to break out of the rib cage Yore, when we have peace as the housewife And laughter for breakfast 💪Gemini💪 Days are gone, when we arise at the hissing of the vulture, When we patiently wait for the owl to hunt silently at night, Or joyfully await the folktales of the aged, And enjoy the moment of moonlight chit chatting while playing 'ayo' 👊Faderera👊 The thunder might clash Storm may roar, But the breeze of tranquil, Still find its way to soothe the raging heart Indeed, laughter for breakfast 💪Gemini💪 When we assemble at the manor to celebrate our unity, Wine and dine without fear of being poisoned, When we dangle our waist to the rhythmic beats and get autem, Or twerk our butts to the sound of the music and not get ***** 👊Faderera👊 Days, when the crop rose, To kiss the morning light Plants welcome the dew with joy Felicity is brought to us on a platter And the heaven smile its grace down 💪Gemini💪 Gone is the time, when we fall to our knees or one's face to greet, When we have eros love to opposite gender not same gender.. When we honour the church and respect it's doctrine, When giving wasn't a problem and kindness wasn't scarce 👊Faderera👊 Time so long, when smiles glint through the eye Danger not friends with darkness The chain of slavery, Not tied to our neck, living fully In a house not haunted 💪Gemini💪 Long gone are the days, when the richest man is one with a shilling, and a pence could earn quality education and utilities, When feeding wasn't a life taking occupation Or shelter a life threatening need 👊Faderera👊 Now, lost to the feeling of nostalgia Giving knife to demon of today On knees, begging to be euthanized Oh, long gone are this days When we had Laughter for breakfast 💪Gemini💪 Now,a shilling amount to nothing; even a pence is worthless, The leaders now dish out war and serve themselves peace, Corruption is now added to the list on our menu, Our food isn't complete without massacre, Favour is now amounted to cruelty or being diabolical... Alas! gone are the days when laughter was for breakfast 👊Faderera👊 ©Oluwateniola Adeniyi™ ©Pen of A true Gemini™ Do Rate this piece of Art 🎭 🎭

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Jun 19, 2020

Jun 19, 2020 at 4:21 PM UTC

Laughter for breakfast

Theme: "Laughter for Breakfast" A Duet by: Bard Oluwateniola Adeniyi (Faderera) Fuad Opeyemi (Gemini) A free Verse Poetry 🚹🚺🚹🚺🚹🚺🚹🚺🚹🚺 Quite a yore, when the snail crawl in the open The birds fly, oblivious of the stone The heart so calm, Not threatening to break out of the rib cage Yore, when we have peace as the housewife And laughter for breakfast 💪Gemini💪 Days are gone, when we arise at the hissing of the vulture, When we patiently wait for the owl to hunt silently at night, Or joyfully await the folktales of the aged, And enjoy the moment of moonlight chit chatting while playing 'ayo' 👊Faderera👊 The thunder might clash Storm may roar, But the breeze of tranquil, Still find its way to soothe the raging heart Indeed, laughter for breakfast 💪Gemini💪 When we assemble at the manor to celebrate our unity, Wine and dine without fear of being poisoned, When we dangle our waist to the rhythmic beats and get autem, Or twerk our butts to the sound of the music and not get ***** 👊Faderera👊 Days, when the crop rose, To kiss the morning light Plants welcome the dew with joy Felicity is brought to us on a platter And the heaven smile its grace down 💪Gemini💪 Gone is the time, when we fall to our knees or one's face to greet, When we have eros love to opposite gender not same gender.. When we honour the church and respect it's doctrine, When giving wasn't a problem and kindness wasn't scarce 👊Faderera👊 Time so long, when smiles glint through the eye Danger not friends with darkness The chain of slavery, Not tied to our neck, living fully In a house not haunted 💪Gemini💪 Long gone are the days, when the richest man is one with a shilling, and a pence could earn quality education and utilities, When feeding wasn't a life taking occupation Or shelter a life threatening need 👊Faderera👊 Now, lost to the feeling of nostalgia Giving knife to demon of today On knees, begging to be euthanized Oh, long gone are this days When we had Laughter for breakfast 💪Gemini💪 Now,a shilling amount to nothing; even a pence is worthless, The leaders now dish out war and serve themselves peace, Corruption is now added to the list on our menu, Our food isn't complete without massacre, Favour is now amounted to cruelty or being diabolical... Alas! gone are the days when laughter was for breakfast 👊Faderera👊 ©Oluwateniola Adeniyi™ ©Pen of A true Gemini™ Do Rate this piece of Art 🎭 🎭

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I had a few of my poems Published in an Australian Student project underground Art-paper in '97. One of my Melbourne High School Teachers said he felt I had *One foot in Rumi's world, The other in Bukowski's.* - i could either be a drunken genious at the track not winning yet certainly drinking my health borderline euthanized and writing to sustain it. the magic and honor in not being an honored magician. - But the sun-warmth within her palm Makes everything she lays it upon Feel as if kitten's belly- Soft and as inviting to love as the Newest-born infant on Earth With her touch. All is Day. I need her too much to find sleep. - **** I do love them both.

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May 8, 2014

May 8, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC

Between Rumi and Bukowski

I had a few of my poems Published in an Australian Student project underground Art-paper in '97. One of my Melbourne High School Teachers said he felt I had *One foot in Rumi's world, The other in Bukowski's.* - i could either be a drunken genious at the track not winning yet certainly drinking my health borderline euthanized and writing to sustain it. the magic and honor in not being an honored magician. - But the sun-warmth within her palm Makes everything she lays it upon Feel as if kitten's belly- Soft and as inviting to love as the Newest-born infant on Earth With her touch. All is Day. I need her too much to find sleep. - **** I do love them both.

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you keep me awake eroding desire for learned things the aching reality seeps into the dinner i’ve yet learned how to cook TV, numb the onset of a depression bound to break me as it already has to my family a family intoxicated, sitting staring submissive to your sermon, the rippling pool of sounds too stale to in and exhale I watch you indoctrinate placid as a vegetable like a euthanized dog falling asleep I slide into senselessnessbliss … oh finally my favorite show the travel one I seldom see take me to the places I long for so much

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Jun 20, 2014

Jun 20, 2014 at 4:35 PM UTC

you keep me awake eroding desire for learned things the aching reality seeps into the dinner i’ve yet learned how to cook TV, numb the onset of a depression bound to break me as it already has to my family a family intoxicated, sitting staring submissive to your sermon, the rippling pool of sounds too stale to in and exhale I watch you indoctrinate placid as a vegetable like a euthanized dog falling asleep I slide into senselessnessbliss … oh finally my favorite show the travel one I seldom see take me to the places I long for so much

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National adopt a cat month is here, It happens in June every year. Go to your local animal shelter, and pick up a cute little heart melter. *12 million kittens/cats are euthanized each year. To find a shelter near you contact...... http://www.aspca.org/*

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Jun 2, 2013

Jun 2, 2013 at 8:42 PM UTC

Quit Bitchin' About Being Lonely, ( someone is dying to be with you)

National adopt a cat month is here, It happens in June every year. Go to your local animal shelter, and pick up a cute little heart melter. *12 million kittens/cats are euthanized each year. To find a shelter near you contact...... http://www.aspca.org/*

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a shadow of a man, i am to walk this earth thinking i am worth something to think my soul has any value when it has been proven that i am nothing but floating particles what a cynic, i am to believe i know the value of something to put an investment in something so intimate when it has been proven that i only knew the asking price a blind man, i am to see things the way they are and not the way they ought to be i pray for the quietest death as i don't want to disturb others a silence to the groans that come from my deep within and a sigh as i release my final note i wish for the quietest death a euthanized extinction my throat is raw from the mightiest of roars my claws; dull at the tips your love still rings in my ears a torment I can never cease i lay still, night after night begging the invisible heavens, please; somebody slip me the quietest death nobody needs to know i'd do anything to see you one last time and kiss your lips before i go i will lay still. i will not make a sound. i will be subdued. i would die to never see you again.

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Mar 4, 2014

Mar 4, 2014 at 10:47 AM UTC

the quietest death

a shadow of a man, i am to walk this earth thinking i am worth something to think my soul has any value when it has been proven that i am nothing but floating particles what a cynic, i am to believe i know the value of something to put an investment in something so intimate when it has been proven that i only knew the asking price a blind man, i am to see things the way they are and not the way they ought to be i pray for the quietest death as i don't want to disturb others a silence to the groans that come from my deep within and a sigh as i release my final note i wish for the quietest death a euthanized extinction my throat is raw from the mightiest of roars my claws; dull at the tips your love still rings in my ears a torment I can never cease i lay still, night after night begging the invisible heavens, please; somebody slip me the quietest death nobody needs to know i'd do anything to see you one last time and kiss your lips before i go i will lay still. i will not make a sound. i will be subdued. i would die to never see you again.

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The revolution will not be televised, unless it is being used to vilify, or is being politicized by those political guys trying to score votes. Any fair press will be silenced or brutalized along with other protesters. The leadership will be euthanized, or demonized unless they can be subdued quietly. If you are under the illusion that you can fight back physically you must be mentally silly. The cops got equipment left over from the military cause the war machine wants to sell our government the newest toys. If our government has any say they will find a way to lock away anyone who might inspire change. If you don’t believe me just look and read about Assata Shakur, or Angela Y. Davis. If you know or love anyone who is out there trying to save us, from the congressional and big business, power hungry alliance you better pray that they keep their defiance just low key enough to slip the notice of Law enforcement, or POTUS, cause this country isn’t for us and does not provide justice. It is just a business that is made to break and degrade while the working class is enslaved.

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Jan 31, 2021

Jan 31, 2021 at 10:40 AM UTC

The revolution will not be televised, unless it is being used to vilify, or is being politicized by those political guys trying to score votes. Any fair press will be silenced or brutalized along with other protesters. The leadership will be euthanized, or demonized unless they can be subdued quietly. If you are under the illusion that you can fight back physically you must be mentally silly. The cops got equipment left over from the military cause the war machine wants to sell our government the newest toys. If our government has any say they will find a way to lock away anyone who might inspire change. If you don’t believe me just look and read about Assata Shakur, or Angela Y. Davis. If you know or love anyone who is out there trying to save us, from the congressional and big business, power hungry alliance you better pray that they keep their defiance just low key enough to slip the notice of Law enforcement, or POTUS, cause this country isn’t for us and does not provide justice. It is just a business that is made to break and degrade while the working class is enslaved.

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i sympathize i empathize i want to be euthanized l.r.

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May 1, 2017

May 1, 2017 at 8:25 AM UTC

i sympathize i empathize i want to be euthanized l.r.

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Your son was injured and I'm as sorry as I can be. But you had no right to **** a dog who wasn't guilty. Your son was attacked and nearly killed by another Doberman. You thought that it was my dog so you shot him with your gun. But the guilty Doberman was caught two days ago and he was euthanized. You killed an innocent dog and because of that, you ought to be chastised. My dog wasn't just a pet, he was also my friend. I cried as I buried him because it was the end. If it wasn't for your son's predicament, I'd have you put in jail. That's the only thing that's stopping me from having you locked in a cell. If you shoot another innocent animal, I won't be so nice. Before you shoot another animal, you'd better think twice.

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May 12, 2015

May 12, 2015 at 1:22 PM UTC

You Killed The Wrong Doberman

Your son was injured and I'm as sorry as I can be. But you had no right to **** a dog who wasn't guilty. Your son was attacked and nearly killed by another Doberman. You thought that it was my dog so you shot him with your gun. But the guilty Doberman was caught two days ago and he was euthanized. You killed an innocent dog and because of that, you ought to be chastised. My dog wasn't just a pet, he was also my friend. I cried as I buried him because it was the end. If it wasn't for your son's predicament, I'd have you put in jail. That's the only thing that's stopping me from having you locked in a cell. If you shoot another innocent animal, I won't be so nice. Before you shoot another animal, you'd better think twice.

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I'm a young kind of broken I don't break easily, but I break consistently I haven't devoted half my life to a love Only to watch it flicker and dissolve I haven't drowned in bills I can't pay Handing my dinner off to my better bits of DNA I'm a young kind of broken I break at the sight of documentaries Hosting hate, disease and inhumanities I break at hurting Grandmothers Euthanized dogs and dead Grandfathers I break consistently, a young kind of broken Holding in my arms love, hope and humanity But I can't handle it all, so I may let a piece drop out Every once in a while And when I bend to pick it up They all come crashing down I'm a young kind of broken Broken all the same All my broken elders: Would you let me break with you? Will you be there to help collect what remains?

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Jun 8, 2013

Jun 8, 2013 at 10:19 AM UTC

plain-jane-glory

I'm a young kind of broken I don't break easily, but I break consistently I haven't devoted half my life to a love Only to watch it flicker and dissolve I haven't drowned in bills I can't pay Handing my dinner off to my better bits of DNA I'm a young kind of broken I break at the sight of documentaries Hosting hate, disease and inhumanities I break at hurting Grandmothers Euthanized dogs and dead Grandfathers I break consistently, a young kind of broken Holding in my arms love, hope and humanity But I can't handle it all, so I may let a piece drop out Every once in a while And when I bend to pick it up They all come crashing down I'm a young kind of broken Broken all the same All my broken elders: Would you let me break with you? Will you be there to help collect what remains?

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combustion was concealed as flashes of despair, created plaque throughout bruising memories. catastrophic events euthanized rational thoughts, as grinning cheeks sparkled upon dawning drizzle. dejavu sprinkled sunshine on a fainting glow, as the moon smiled in devious nightmares. . pergatory a permanent domain, sleeplessly engaged with ghosts haunting her final dormitory. life embezzling imperfections, death welcomed infectious diseases. limbo remained faithful between pulsating beats, while inhaling peculiar oxygen embezzled immortality. pulsating heartbeat expired, long before the coffin nail unearthed its final target.

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Apr 11, 2019

Apr 11, 2019 at 10:27 PM UTC

combustion was concealed as flashes of despair, created plaque throughout bruising memories. catastrophic events euthanized rational thoughts, as grinning cheeks sparkled upon dawning drizzle. dejavu sprinkled sunshine on a fainting glow, as the moon smiled in devious nightmares. . pergatory a permanent domain, sleeplessly engaged with ghosts haunting her final dormitory. life embezzling imperfections, death welcomed infectious diseases. limbo remained faithful between pulsating beats, while inhaling peculiar oxygen embezzled immortality. pulsating heartbeat expired, long before the coffin nail unearthed its final target.

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Welcome to the dragons den... Nobody ever told me when I was born, That there would be times when the place where I was welcome would fill with fire... My mother was diagnosed with cancer when I was very young, She passed away when I was nine... My father blames me everyday, he calls me a curse So now I believe that I am worth nothing... When I was 13 my soon to be stepmom had a stroke, She was euthanized no more than 2 months ago... My father blames me everyday, he calls me a curse I am sure of it now I was an accident... Today was my birthday, My father called me an accident... You have no idea dad...no idea...

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Sep 30, 2016

Sep 30, 2016 at 3:23 PM UTC

The Dragons Den

Welcome to the dragons den... Nobody ever told me when I was born, That there would be times when the place where I was welcome would fill with fire... My mother was diagnosed with cancer when I was very young, She passed away when I was nine... My father blames me everyday, he calls me a curse So now I believe that I am worth nothing... When I was 13 my soon to be stepmom had a stroke, She was euthanized no more than 2 months ago... My father blames me everyday, he calls me a curse I am sure of it now I was an accident... Today was my birthday, My father called me an accident... You have no idea dad...no idea...

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I loathe definitions Meaningless words To describe something Which means much more than those rambling letters Trying so hard To compete And make their way To someone's Non-receptive ears.. To describe Something so abstract Without a designated word A feeling placed on a pedestal Ready to be either accepted or euthanized Different than any other Doesn't need words It is independent Doesn't need comfort Of a single syllable But yes It needs the reciprocity Otherwise.. What does one do with orphaned feelings? There is no orphanage There are only graves And someone to shed tears

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May 21, 2014

May 21, 2014 at 4:00 PM UTC

I loathe definitions Meaningless words To describe something Which means much more than those rambling letters Trying so hard To compete And make their way To someone's Non-receptive ears.. To describe Something so abstract Without a designated word A feeling placed on a pedestal Ready to be either accepted or euthanized Different than any other Doesn't need words It is independent Doesn't need comfort Of a single syllable But yes It needs the reciprocity Otherwise.. What does one do with orphaned feelings? There is no orphanage There are only graves And someone to shed tears

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The only patience we had for belibers was spent in a quick game of operation and listening to the music their god produced, who may I mention is the age of barely legal. Let me be clear Justin Beiber the death of your belibers was no accident actually it was a genocide. Our purpose was to take out your dooncoff belibers and believe us it worked since your here to see them go 6 feet under beneath us. Don't get jealous cause you're next, yes this is a eulogy but low key this is a meeting on taking you out. First we take out the army now we moving onto the commander slash general. we're going to assassinate you, my bad that implies you're famous, we're going to euthanize you put you down like a dog but its not going to be a one and done shot, naw, ima have more arms on stand by like a centipede using the 2nd admendment to the fullest extent of the law , my bullets will be hitting on you so much that you will think they was flirting with you just like start of your euthanized dooncoff belibers club.

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May 6, 2015

May 6, 2015 at 11:28 AM UTC

Euthanize dooncoff belibers

The only patience we had for belibers was spent in a quick game of operation and listening to the music their god produced, who may I mention is the age of barely legal. Let me be clear Justin Beiber the death of your belibers was no accident actually it was a genocide. Our purpose was to take out your dooncoff belibers and believe us it worked since your here to see them go 6 feet under beneath us. Don't get jealous cause you're next, yes this is a eulogy but low key this is a meeting on taking you out. First we take out the army now we moving onto the commander slash general. we're going to assassinate you, my bad that implies you're famous, we're going to euthanize you put you down like a dog but its not going to be a one and done shot, naw, ima have more arms on stand by like a centipede using the 2nd admendment to the fullest extent of the law , my bullets will be hitting on you so much that you will think they was flirting with you just like start of your euthanized dooncoff belibers club.

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my drug myopia------my bitterness-----my sheltered life----like a harlequin----dancing a reel--then I'm camouflage-------a rotted tooth-- a euthanized dog-----the son of-a ***** -could do no good--- .................. i see the fly on the wall-their brood found in stench-- so look away-- as I lie in piss--the sinner need savior-- pastor need flock---meat bounced from the back of a garbage truck--- .......................... lonely-- impetigo----greasy--and willing----to slit my wrist -and risk no redemption----I'm the book you shut----kicking the ground--left to my own devices--- dead on the ground ...................

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Sep 18, 2015

Sep 18, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC

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my drug myopia------my bitterness-----my sheltered life----like a harlequin----dancing a reel--then I'm camouflage-------a rotted tooth-- a euthanized dog-----the son of-a ***** -could do no good--- .................. i see the fly on the wall-their brood found in stench-- so look away-- as I lie in piss--the sinner need savior-- pastor need flock---meat bounced from the back of a garbage truck--- .......................... lonely-- impetigo----greasy--and willing----to slit my wrist -and risk no redemption----I'm the book you shut----kicking the ground--left to my own devices--- dead on the ground ...................

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Love doesn't fall apart as it ages It isn't like a building but none the less needs maintenance We often strangle it with expectation or smother its voice. It isn't alive and yet we must feed it. It has no conscience and yet we scold it with angry words. It has no substance at all and yet can be poisoned. There is no structure to it, no plan. Though we treat it as a building, a temple or shrine. It collapses without a sound but the screams are deafening. When love is done it doesn't walk away like a wounded animal to die alone. It is euthanized by some, executed by others but always killed by one. So what of love, Is it real Is it yours or mine or ours? Is it stolen, loaned or cheated? However you obtain it remember to nurture it or like any living thing... It will die.

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Apr 9, 2016

Apr 9, 2016 at 5:34 AM UTC

Metaphorical loves observations

Love doesn't fall apart as it ages It isn't like a building but none the less needs maintenance We often strangle it with expectation or smother its voice. It isn't alive and yet we must feed it. It has no conscience and yet we scold it with angry words. It has no substance at all and yet can be poisoned. There is no structure to it, no plan. Though we treat it as a building, a temple or shrine. It collapses without a sound but the screams are deafening. When love is done it doesn't walk away like a wounded animal to die alone. It is euthanized by some, executed by others but always killed by one. So what of love, Is it real Is it yours or mine or ours? Is it stolen, loaned or cheated? However you obtain it remember to nurture it or like any living thing... It will die.

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euthanized epiphanies fluttering vacant thoughts hope's expectation breaks on waterfall rocks creation of oblivion averted sideways glance stares of isolation all is happenstance

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Oct 8, 2021

Oct 8, 2021 at 5:23 PM UTC

euthanized epiphanies fluttering vacant thoughts hope's expectation breaks on waterfall rocks creation of oblivion averted sideways glance stares of isolation all is happenstance

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I'm seeing them. And I am Immobilized! I'm hearing them. And I am Mortified! I'm feeling them. And I am Paralyzed! I'm smelling them. And I am Demoralized! I'm touching them. AND I AM EUTHANIZED.

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Jul 3, 2017

Jul 3, 2017 at 7:53 PM UTC

Torture 3: The Negatives

I'm seeing them. And I am Immobilized! I'm hearing them. And I am Mortified! I'm feeling them. And I am Paralyzed! I'm smelling them. And I am Demoralized! I'm touching them. AND I AM EUTHANIZED.

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If we're together til death do us part Then the only way out becomes suicide

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Jun 1, 2019

Jun 1, 2019 at 11:13 AM UTC

If we're together til death do us part Then the only way out becomes suicide

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I used to be a different man, bent and mad, Until a spiritual awakening, rude enough to shake a man, Forced my hand to take the driver's seat, To tackle my reality. Full force is what it takes to move snakes from the grass, Every path you tread should never be the last. Know that even when it snows or slows, It shows you weren't putting on a show, Because you made it past every single one of your episodes. I had to cut her loose, even though her caboose could move a moose, My knuckles are bruised from doing too much Bruce Lee to Richard. ***** you surprised? You think if I knew I could rap like this, I'd keep the disguise. I euthanized the part of me that used to think Part of me was incomplete, Now I'm into pottery and quietly winning the lottery. Pardon me, the oceans parted for me long ago. If there's anything that you know that I don't, would you rehearse it? Sometimes I feel that I've been cursed With enough knowledge to have been bathed in the Lazarus Pit eternally. I yearn for thee to come forth, He who believes could spit better. Ever since I learned to read, I had to see what they didn't want me to see. It's deceit really to have been withheld from intimacy. I mastered the art of plastering smiles through the anguish. I'm an insane human who's come to disrupt the English language. I'm fascinated by plains, dames, fractals, diamonds, societal changes, and women. I grew up listening to mad rappers and what churches called sinning, But I knew what was meant for me from the very beginning.

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Jan 12, 2024

Jan 12, 2024 at 9:37 PM UTC

I used to be a different man, bent and mad, Until a spiritual awakening, rude enough to shake a man, Forced my hand to take the driver's seat, To tackle my reality. Full force is what it takes to move snakes from the grass, Every path you tread should never be the last. Know that even when it snows or slows, It shows you weren't putting on a show, Because you made it past every single one of your episodes. I had to cut her loose, even though her caboose could move a moose, My knuckles are bruised from doing too much Bruce Lee to Richard. ***** you surprised? You think if I knew I could rap like this, I'd keep the disguise. I euthanized the part of me that used to think Part of me was incomplete, Now I'm into pottery and quietly winning the lottery. Pardon me, the oceans parted for me long ago. If there's anything that you know that I don't, would you rehearse it? Sometimes I feel that I've been cursed With enough knowledge to have been bathed in the Lazarus Pit eternally. I yearn for thee to come forth, He who believes could spit better. Ever since I learned to read, I had to see what they didn't want me to see. It's deceit really to have been withheld from intimacy. I mastered the art of plastering smiles through the anguish. I'm an insane human who's come to disrupt the English language. I'm fascinated by plains, dames, fractals, diamonds, societal changes, and women. I grew up listening to mad rappers and what churches called sinning, But I knew what was meant for me from the very beginning.

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