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Jeremy Lately May 2015
Alcatragedy, aesthetics, and a
Bubbly feeling beneath our feet. Let's
Cruise between channels; there's no need to meet. Re-
Doxx on Galaxy's
Extremeties typeset whatever is
Faked, overridden, and
Glistening in chic.
Hybristophilionic puressure
Infracts upon the fourth wall we seek,
Jicking, ticking, trickling in.
(Kickstarted convection)
Life is beyond a stream...
Minuet attraction
Null, neo, and novelty
0.0
Pulse or minus me.
Quantitative lacerations, fantasy and a fascination
Recreations masking
Softsations
Taint my rose and wildest dreams!
Unphasing
Vermillion reasons to like it.
Wordless, grinding sonar screams; Isle,  
Xana, et tu. Rumble a shy oasis in
Yeses, twos, and please
Zzz
I have several drafts of this. I intend to make changes in the future since the feel is inconsistent.
Marie-Niege Mar 2014
I don't know which I'm most annoyed by:

Those who are afraid of titles
or
Those who are in love with titles.
You get what I'm getting at
aishwarya iyer Apr 2012
In a world of extremeties,
I seem to be stuck in the middle.
I do not comprehend,
The yin or the yang,
When the heart, is left oblivious.
Moderation, has been an adventure,
Success, a distant season,
Excellence, an unattainable past,
Worthiness, lost in a crowd.
A mundane existence seems just that,
The paltry accounts even more so,
The spirit seems lost, trampled,
With the seemingly pointless strive, thrive?
Maybe Adam and Eve stole,
All the debuting thunder,
While Jane and Joe were left wondering,
If their existence was only to glorify,
The extremities and burden themselves,
With the painstaking eternal return.
Kendra Gibson Mar 2013
Maybe if the wind shifted
its direction
our souls would be
less fractured.

But for now it seems
that our remains will be
severed from our remedies.
Our maladies
meet their extremeties
and forever
less than never
our lives
will be nothing but dust in the breeze.

Now remember please,
that our choices are
confusing.
Save the formalities
for the ceremonies
this rigorous ritual
we claim to be sentimental
our lives that cause stress and
our minds that break our souls.
Like I said, our lives are nothing
but dust in the wind;

if only it'd shift its direction.
Brynn S Nov 2018
Deep green
Withered screen
Soft skin
Rotting thin
Blessed boy
Restless joy
I cover it
Emotion
Each heartache
Each pain
To feel you again
To understand touch
To remember such
Love me once more
Barriers will fall
We shall collide
Extremeties dissapate
Crooked smiles will align once again
Stevie Ray May 2017
Perish in a world not yours
because you haven't made your world yours
drifting alone on a penteconter
one man, manning, fifty oars

A gold seeker in your golden world
Never to return to your city
Because all you do is seek
All you do is find
but you never acknowledge

In search for heaven on this world
You travel and travel,
meet people and people
Been everywhere, experienced elsewhere
Yet have never dared to travel
within yourself
The only place, truly worth to see

Why do people dare to skydive?
Go through the length of all such extremeties
but are so afraid to face themselves?
To find the calm inside the turblence?
Your world is yours.
All Is A Will For Power Nothing More

*******
hallucination in philosphical explanation
politicians drink my wine come and smoke my tea
we all tend to disagree from all the demonic mockery
painted fences with reckless advances
no second chances have to be perfect
whom do you seek or willingly agree
cats with blue hats
working so hard can give you a heart attack
put out some slack
stubborn liberal hot headed mess
feminist
equate logic for fear

existentialism at its best
I must clearly confess
we are in quite a mess
everyone's worshipping something
got a bun in the oven
kissing your second cousin
headed for destruction
inhillation in its soul vexation
Trump in his ivory tower can't even take a cold shower
North Korea's little boy porker
where the **** is this wall ?
do we have to hear it from the voice of a no it all

barbed wire fences
extremeties to watch suckers bleed
****** on the rise
abortion on demand
when will we ever live to understand
Elder Bush try's to get some bush
the corporate greed what a ******* sleeze
busy as a bee in your society
blinded leaders of the blind
some will fall into a great ditch
then most marry a *****
yet lust isn't pure love
we sweep things under the rug
Satan laughing spreads his wings
all in all by its evil twisted means

can't help you
cause they can't even help themselves
extortioners & real liars
no one has a voice today
no one gives a ****
worried abouth Hugh Hefner ******* on his final ***
zombie creatures with viscous fangs that bite dripping blood of side
you all want to just run away & hide
its the actual day of the walking dead face full of lead
for I exist as if a vapor then I am no more
a challenge to be free is a question of time
under the darkened layers of silk & lush
we can commence in a push
filter through soup bowls with moss in the undertow
you unleashed the lion in me
caged barbaric creatures having little eyes
the immense silence toward its bitter violence
dark deranged dungeon with pillars of vast exploits
feeble minded zombie mutant creatures come in search of blood
in the vast perpetual time between matter and space
we get a taste of vanquished ***** in bright yellow asps
the seal on the door that leads to the underground is locked
one needs to negate the notion of spineless agitation
why does one equate logic with fear
I shed a single tear to numb the inner pain
the warden of the dungeon calmly opened to lock
only to reveal vast shivers down one's spine
a time revealed with swords of armor on the influx of its residue
we climbed in further only to discover
a draw bridge that brought creatures in to infest there mind with evil dread
the cosmic collision of a puzzle made for the walking dead
viscous fangs dripping blood off side we run away to hide
only to get closer as never before to the underground
there in the center lies a barrage of infested rodents chewing on vile matter
with a barrage of waste that taunts the madness in my mind
for i have seen enough turning to the warden he locked the door once again
at night i slept but was awakened by a viscous noise coming from under my bed
a stir of emotions came rustling through my extremeties
I was naked and all alone then the silence dissapeared to the knock on my door
for it was the warden warning me that the creatures were once again loosed in the city
I was beside myself but I realized that these creatures hated water so I came with buckets
one by one I was able to lure the creatures back to the naggot infested dwelling
all was left was a zombie that I barely couldn't see
throughout the duration of time the warden reassured me that all was well
the remedy of this madness is to have water handy then everything would be gravy.
*******
hallucination in philosphical explanation
politicians drink my wine come and smoke my tea
we all tend to disagree from all the demonic mockery
painted fences with reckless advances
no second chances have to be perfect
whom do you seek or willingly agree
cats with blue hats
working so hard can give you a heart attack
put out some slack
stubborn liberal hot headed mess
feminist
equate logic for fear

existentialism at its best
I must clearly confess
we are in quite a mess
everyone's worshipping something
got a bun in the oven
kissing your second cousin
headed for destruction
inhillation in its soul vexation
Trump in his ivory tower can't even take a cold shower
North Korea's little boy porker
where the **** is this wall ?
do we have to hear it from the voice of a no it all

barbed wire fences
extremeties to watch suckers bleed
****** on the rise
abortion on demand
when will we ever live to understand
Elder Bush try's to get some bush
the corporate greed what a ******* sleeze
busy as a bee in your society
blinded leaders of the blind
some will fall into a great ditch
then most marry a *****
yet lust isn't pure love
we sweep things under the rug
Satan laughing spreads his wings
all in all by its evil twisted means

can't help you
cause they can't even help themselves
extortioners & real liars
no one has a voice today
no one gives a ****
worried abouth Hugh Hefner ******* on his final ***
zombie creatures with viscous fangs that bite dripping blood of side
you all want to just run away & hide
its the actual day of the walking dead face full of lead
for I exist as if a vapor then I am no more
a challenge to be free is a question of time
Inside I feel pain straight up from the rap game totally insane
Trump is not the voice of me I'm in the zone working on my legacy
Got bars you see making sweet history soaring to newer heights
Fresh words to be chosen I'm frozen put on foot in the oven my cousin
Rap needs chemistry you see working on my higher degree I cleave,
Please be responible or else you'd be in the hospital keep the game close
It's your choice got bars rolling in my Royal Royce got the hook up

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