"exterminated" poems
Another day goes by on the beaches of Dubai,
And I'm sitting here drinking my tea.
No explosions or death,
Erosion not theft.
Just enjoying my days on the beaches of Dubai.
Planes over head,
My head filling with dread,
As the bombs begin to drop from the sky.
Now we all need to say,
Goodbye to the beaches of Dubai.
Bombed for our oil,
Exterminated for our pride.
We now say goodbye to Dubai.
Big American men,
Dressed in gold suits and ties.
They will always deny.
Their seeing off the land tonight,
Can't wait to get their prize,
That big old slice of oil flavored pie.
And they will never learn to share.
Now we all need to say,
Goodbye to the beaches of Dubai.
Jul 5, 2012
Jul 5, 2012 at 12:19 PM UTC
Anxiety quelled by more medication
and an anxiety class where I learn
it is all about fight, flight, freeze and saber tooth tigers
and every symptom can be explained scientifically and
tabulated and put on a balance sheet where insignificant
experimental mortals like me can put check marks
in little boxes and the totality of my existence
can then be clearly defined and understood by someone
wearing a plastic name card around her neck announcing PhD.
The room has no windows, only a hand written poster
from an AA meeting and stale air and three anxious women
out of the ten people who are supposed to be here.
No one knows, but I am in boot camp inside my head
It is the mindfulness of anxiety
anxious thoughts, thoughts of you are to be
immediately exterminated
Perhaps the hand sanitizer that is available at every corner
in this place will help
Jul 2, 2012
Jul 2, 2012 at 1:05 PM UTC
I’m lying down in the ground
as the sun shines its rays
right inbound
on me.
hounding me
(surrounding)
Without a sound
Or is there?
A ringing
or dinging
a pinging
maybe a constant stinging.
I wouldn’t know.
Could be the blood pulse
or the sea dulse wrapping
the seashells doing their sins
or
a pair of siamese twins
trying to
dance and
lance and
advance on my grave
(how brave! how brave! i hope they cave)
germinated spouts
and terminated doubts
with exterminated outs.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 3:16 PM UTC
this is a fine morning and the man in the bathroom mirror smiles
though he admittedly isn't the friendliest person but honestly
he seemed genuinely glad to be awake and alive on such an Autumn day
with the birds chirping and the window near the kitchen slightly ajar
allowing safe passage to a nice chill breeze. he finds the cat up as well
meowing "Good morning!" cheerfully and innocently in its tiny cat voice
and he chuckles and meows back in the most accurate manner available.
on the kitchen table there's a mug of coffee, the newspaper rolled like a cigar,
a plate of waffles, bacon, scrambled eggs and powdered happiness which
the man gobbles wholeheartedly while reading the day's fresh headlines:
President Declares Peace on Earth, Local Man Defeats Dog - Gives Too Many Treats,
Cop Buys Medical Lemonade From Child's Lemonade Stand, World Hunger Exterminated...
permitting the felines to rule our existence was truly the best of ideas!
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC
Hi Syria,
How are you feeling today?
I've heard so much about you
How strong you are
Enduring six years of illness
And counting
Of how high spirited you've remained
Watching children play in the
Midst of turmoil;
Indiscriminate shelling
Heard of the many chemical baths
You've been subjected to
Assad believing you have
Cancerous cells
Needing to be exterminated
Not realizing HE is
The cancer and you;
You the victim
How I wish I could help you heal
From your trauma
Yet I heard an injection
Was given you today
With the hope
The chemical baths can end
Because it is killing you
Slowly rotting
Destroying your body
Taking away your beauty
The side effect of corruption
How beautiful you once were
How long will it take you to heal?
I wish for peace of mind
And a healthy future for you
Syria
From JM 4/7/17
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 1:57 PM UTC
It was in the communist winter in a village of Transylvania
Besides the demented cold also rabies walked the streets
The news were like some dogs broke into pieces a raging fox
And to prevent a mass epidemic
Authorities chose the Convenient Solution:
Let's **** all the dogs of the village
Until the last one
Injecting them with Caustic Acid
I was only a poor kid I did not know what was happening
I took my puppy Bamby and lead him up the hill
For the so called vaccination
We arrived in lots of wailing cries and barks
Something was burning with much smoke in a large pit
People standing in a endless line
Dogs were terribly frightened
It was a horror landscape at the end of the world
One of the older boys claimed that no
They do not vaccinate but rather
They **** all the dogs
I thought he was messing with me
And we almost get into a fight
When I got close in front
Where dogs were injected the veterinary doctor
Was suddenly bitted by the hand
The snow was red like on The Pig Slaughters
And obviously terrified the assistant was bandaging the doctor
I understood that all the dogs were exterminated
Then throne and burned in that pit
With Bamby all went quickly he was a good dog
Barely barking he cried a bit and that’s all
Much later I found out that the odious regime
Had came to power with the same terrorist practices
Applied on people
Otherwise all went well and cool
Thanks to God we escaped from The Mean
Because me and my Bamby
We gave our childhood for a proper vaccine
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 12:26 PM UTC
***Blinded with the horribly sweet feeling of violence
Brutality released with a mighty rage
Can't see, humanity feeling so alien and distant
Only sensing blood spilling on my flesh and
******** screams supercharged with terror***
***As the rightful inner self gains power
I start to awaken, eyes rolling forward, back into position***
*I drift back from spiritual chaos and into consciousness
Reality hits me with* the force of a train
Identity, mental stability, cognitive ability, all regained
First moment a last dose of relief
Second full of confusion
Third a living hell
Soft warm light fills the living room
Revealing white walls sloppily painted in red
A massive TV set slammed on its face at the ground
Broken glass, a pool of blood and a hand underneath
Dismembered corpses, broken furniture and bones lay around
A gap in the stone wall, a skinned half-eaten body lies outside with the rubble and dirt
Suddenly I realize my stomach is a little too full
The smell of stale blood, the foul stench of death
Drilling through my nose
The silence too loud for me to bear
My family rotting right in front of my eyes
I cringe in shock and disbelief
Totally clueless about the destruction surrounding me
I look down at my red and wet hands
A huge knife in one hand, a patch of skin in the other
The patch of skin looked familiar
Too familiar
I look at the broken ****** mirror above where my little sister lies dead
A red figure stares back at me with half a face
As I'm about to break into tears
I break into a splitting headache instead
A headache like no other
My nails becoming as sharp as the razors cutting up my brain
Nausea, sweat, pain, anxiety, all at once, amplified
**My own screams start to terrify me
Drowning in insanity, blindness, and evil
This is the end
Identity, mental stability, cognitive ability, all lost**
With no trace, vanished for good
***Unleashed from the human experience
I break out of the window, into the night
Cracks forming in the glass like the black roots of evil thriving through my being
Equipped with an unquenchable thirst for bloodshed
I need my fix
Immortal
Indestructible
Supernaturally powerful
Possessed
Running on all fours fast through the night
For the next ****
For mankind is my enemy now***
AND MY ENEMIES GET EXTERMINATED
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 11:44 PM UTC
I want to
s e
t l
r g
an
the neck of the demon
who pushes me to
be in a state of
r n
e o
b i
ell
toward everything
good and
p l
e u
a f
ce
a
nightmare
eating
love.
Living
cross
exterminated.
The masks that hide your
face may
change
through
downpouring
rain
and days where good
reigns through all, but I can see
thrOugh each one.
I can make out the
image you hide.
Behind
A
Mask,
You
Wake
And
Sleep.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
*In a parallel universe,
everyone is merry and the sun doesn't cease to shine.
Light is cast upon the glorious skin of loving people,
tender people, radiating warmth and serenity.
Suddenly,
the earth moves.
The world suddenly becomes a scary place,
words **** you.
People drain you of your freedom, and
your actions are not your own.
They want you to belong to them,
heart,body, and soul.
No exceptions for your thoughts,
trapped by what they think is propriety.
Endless slumber is more enticing than
this world of misery.
I am lugubrious.
This world needs to be abolished, exterminated.
Cleansed of its evil,
cleansed of people.
This world has drained me of my essence.
I am void,
filled with an abundance of what was not.*
Nov 6, 2012
Nov 6, 2012 at 11:02 AM UTC
I've listened to pioneers
I've talked to delinquents
Heard of rumors
Learned of facts
Theories of the curious
Laws of the illustrious
Everything is the same
And it's the same in every "right".
As long as we continue to abide
To break and to rule and oblige
Always on queue as we search for clues
We always do, but settle our dues
To live and to be exterminated
To be downtrodden, to be accepted
We live a virtuous yet infectious life
But not all are asleep-laid to rest every night.
Some give birth as the reaper does its work
Love forever blooms as cults of hate still lurk
Religious gospels countered by the sacrilegious
Funny how both sides argue on identical mediums
One nation, one race, yet we cancel each and erase
Its the start of the end,
but what does life has to say?
Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 10:51 PM UTC
HUMANS ARE OBJECTS
LOVE IS ONLY PHYSICAL
*** IS A RELEASE EVERYONE NEEDS
HAPPINESS THROUGH PROMISCUITY
SOCIAL STATUS THROUGH LEWDNESS
WEAKNESS IS REPULSIVE IF NOT ******
EMOTION IS DULL AND BORING
YOU NEED ME
MORE THAN YOU WANT TOO
EVERYONE NEEDS ME
MORE THSN THEY WANT TO
I HELPED PULL THE LEAVER
THAT EXTERMINATED LOVE
AFTER *** ED LED THE CORRUPTIBLE
TO MY TURPITUDE
I CAME TO YOU AS AN AFFLICTION
ILL LEAVE LIKE AN ADDICTION
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 1:06 AM UTC
June disciples left behind
A victim of the music with a squeeze of lime
Undressed and obsessed by the guilt of milk
History faires by those refusing to think
Hear ! Hear ! The paper's roar..
Hear ! Hear ! Let's watch them fall..
Divided Kingdom
Obscene economists guide the hands
Whack their tail and point to blame
Exterminated lights with a color once so bright
Future future on the wall
Can you tell us what's in store
Slash Space
Slash Space
Slash Space
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 4:12 PM UTC
If Mankind perished:
Exterminated cataclysmically
Like the dragon dinosaurs,
How long would our cities stand?
How long before our cars rusted
And buildings toppled,
To leave the odd dam or pyramid
Poking through the tangled jungle mass?
A few hundred years they say.
Then nothing.
All gone.
Yet have such holocausts
Blighted Man before
Back through those swirling mists of time,
Thousands of years ago?
Great civilisations built by clever men and women,
Only to be dashed to the ground
By who knows what.
Atlantis and much more.
Advancement cruelly culled.
For Man,
Like the world,
Is much older than we thought
Or think.
Some say that aliens helped us build
Those ancient wonders.
Yet maybe we should cast away this
Self – effacing view:
Acknowledge that
We did it all
Ourselves.
Paul Butters
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 5:39 AM UTC
Pain within my every word
Mental instability
Never very kind or patient
Definitely not conducive to tranquility
Oh to be free all I long for
World exterminated of hate
Something I've dreamt about often
Life has refused to cooperate
Relaxation an overstayed houseguest
Won't take my subtle hints to leave
Some think I enjoy lazy demeanor
Desperately wish goals I could acheive
I'm not worthless degenerate
Just process events differently than most
A am a lost soul fighting depression
Inside haunted by a nameless ghost
With zero way to discover a road to bliss
Words I scribble my comfort when dark
Everything is a fleeting experience
Perception altered by every harmful remark
Is swallowing truth so hard
That it sticks in back of my throat?
If it is I'll forcefully choke it down
Weight why it's difficult to float
Nov 19, 2024
Nov 19, 2024 at 6:58 AM UTC
Manipulated like buttons.
Pressed systematically
And bound in cables.
Sit and stare.
Get ****** in.
Mesmerized.
Exterminated like rats.
Swept up in the closet
And forgotten forever.
Stand in line.
Do not fret.
It's just a file.
Dec 2, 2010
Dec 2, 2010 at 12:52 PM UTC
People embody the term “enigma”
So eloquently and perfectly that
A change in atmosphere approaches as
They do. We forget that these people are
People; these people look like distorted
Projections of perfection. We forget
That inner turmoil troubles us all and
Can make up more of our total ‘self’ than
We wish it to. We forget that “people”
Aren’t really people - they’re monsters in wake.
They lurk and skill in the darkness, waiting
To be discovered, exterminated.
We are all monsters who forget sometimes,
The importance of simple kindness and,
It’s implications because we are too
Busy hiding. Hiding in cramped places,
And in the open, we act as shields from
Both others and ourselves. The problem with
A world full of monsters is that there are
So many of us that we have become
Anonymous - unrecognizable.
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 3:50 PM UTC
This lace is loud--
a loudly changing mound
Stuffing the guts
Through tiny cuts
Of my bright bugs;
And your hugs
Keep them crawling.
I want to tell you.
I went to tell you.
Strange how I can
Find the words
Only when it's too late.
The bugs may
Be exterminated today.
But through the emptiness,
It's complete mess,
I try hard not to stare.
I try hard not to care.
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 4:24 PM UTC
Dinosaur angels roamed the green sky
Never looking to the blue earth above
They were put in their place
Never made a mistake
But were exterminated just the same
I know how it feels to be rare and unwanted
Everything you touch gets cuts up
You’re the humble, grotesque beast
And the world is your china shop
The human race sticks together
Hard to feel sympathy for anything else-
Even for something it created
A ******* chased by neighborhood watch
The ghost in the lens is squirming
A live insect trapped in amber
A dinosaur in a museum
An angel in a cloud
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 6:57 PM UTC
What if everything we know
Everything we ever learned
Was just a cover up
To protect us from the real world?
Would we want to learn the truth
Or hide inside our walls
Our limits
Because that’s all we’ve ever known
Would you enter the unknown
An abyss waiting to be discovered
Or would you try to stay confined
Inside the black and white guidelines set for you
As children, we are imaginative
We make our own games
Our own rules
Which are taken away as we are told to grow up
But “growing up” is not that simple
You are set to discover who you are
With no help
No guidelines
We are given choices
And most of us choose to stay who we’ve always been
While some of us venture
To discover who we can become
OUR limits
I chose to take the path of no return
I’ve been through hell and back
And I learn something new everyday
To the point where I feel my limit is endless
Until I realize that
This world is cruel
And when you seem to stand alone
You’re faced with the horrible reality
That people like you
Are killed off
For expressing themselves
Being different
Choosing their paths
Creeping away from the normal routes
That are chosen through blind eyes
We are an extinct species.
For the ones who chose to be unique,
Are exterminated
And forever gone
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC
They called him Sol. Sol is spanish for Sun. He was called Sol because on our darkest hour he made the eternal night into day.
They came to our planet and darken the skies with their megaships. All key cities were hit all over the world first. Destroyed by impossible walking death machines. No one was left alive. They attacked in such a pattern that it would stray the remaining people alive toward a destination where they could be exterminated all at once. In the flat lands of North Texas we could see them all coming in our direction from all around us. As they got closer we could hear their footsteps rumble like thunder. It would not be long now. Everyone started to say goodbye to eachother.
I had my eyes closed tight. I did not want to see my end happen. But under my eyelids I begin to see red. It was the sun above. It shined brighter than ever before. The sun seem to be coming down on us slowly. It was a man in beautiful strange armor. He then unsheathed to magnificent swords burning with blue and white fire.. He then bolted through the sky toward one of the walking death machines destroying it in a ball of white and blue light. He then streaked toward the rest of the walking death machines destroying all of them leaving behind flames of blue and white.
He then flew back toward us all. A beautiful sun in the sky he was. His light was warm and beautiful. He walked among us all healing us with his light. I was no longer scared. All my fears were gone. He then went after one of the megaships destroying it in the sky. The other ships fled back to the stars. It was the end of the end. And the beginning of us again. One of the kids called him El Sol.
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 3:44 PM UTC
they call it the Little Green Monster,
but it is way worse.
to give it a name creates personality.
it has none.
it isn’t anything.
except maybe the worst thing in the world.
butcher of blissful days.
turmoil of silent nights.
death of acquitted life.
an entity that obliterates relationships.
this endearing little green monster we speak about
is nothing what it seems,
it is something blinding and murderous.
it kills.
the love,
the laughter,
the pleasure.
it eliminates our humanity
and turns us into a monster ourselves.
this Little Green Monster is a vexation in life
that is yet to be exterminated.
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 5:50 AM UTC
Fleas have a certain authority about them
They won't leave you be-
They **** and they ****
until you start to bleed.
Once invaded; Almost impossible
to have exterminated.
They come back, crawling upon
your doorstep.
Questions come to mind-
Why must you keep coming
back?
You've bled us dry- There
once was everything.
Now life suffers such
terrible lack.
Persnickety little pests
they terrorize your entire
life.
Take back what's yours-
Don't let the fleas eat
you alive.
2014 Christina Jackson
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 9:10 PM UTC