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"extremists" poems
Skin blushed peach on snow white cheeks Luster and grandeur not seen by the meek Intrinsically dominant furnace of femininity Dither and hither be stricken for insincerity If you try to speak to her expect less then levity To your advances she implies depravity Blatantly ignorant vacuous blond ***** Tell me again how I hate you and want ***
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 10:05 AM UTC
feminist extremists or did you even know the equal rights movement was never ratified?
My hijab is a piece of imagination a symbol of Islamic populism, yet I get carried away by racists misjudging my outer belief, only for the sake of white extremists, I cry and wet my birth certificate! why am I a Muslim? Is it my choice? I see a minute third-piece frame down the lane-a sorrow to share, it chokes my individuality- an insult to my devotion for god, for life ; yet, people have the time to call us terrorists when they roam naked, some pretending to be feminists and lovers! Reality is a bitter piece of chocolate melting away as time fades, as it erodes the values we held before, 20th century is still marred by those who wish to keep their history books unfolded, un-kept and unstated; a wish down the memory lane is needed for it will awaken the senses of my fellow brothers and sisters fighting over a shawl covering my head!   I am curious and this curiosity is not a mere joke, its the curiosity weaved into a cloth hiding my sensitive and strong brain from those “all-seeing” eyes around me, pretending to expose my hair as if it was something of utmost importance and value, but friends,  it’s nothing, it’s a trick by those who seek to humiliate me and my faith for god, and I am sure that this will echo for the decades to come, for me, a hijab is – “ a piece of head covering worn by women of the world”; and I am sure that our fight for the right to wear something will reprimand and will be carried out by my fellow successors and those who shed light to our cries and woes in this big world of ours! [AMEN]
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Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 12:53 AM UTC
Hijab- a symbolisim of devotion #
My hijab is a piece of imagination a symbol of Islamic populism, yet I get carried away by racists misjudging my outer belief, only for the sake of white extremists, I cry and wet my birth certificate! why am I a Muslim? Is it my choice? I see a minute third-piece frame down the lane-a sorrow to share, it chokes my individuality- an insult to my devotion for god, for life ; yet, people have the time to call us terrorists when they roam naked, some pretending to be feminists and lovers! Reality is a bitter piece of chocolate melting away as time fades, as it erodes the values we held before, 20th century is still marred by those who wish to keep their history books unfolded, un-kept and unstated; a wish down the memory lane is needed for it will awaken the senses of my fellow brothers and sisters fighting over a shawl covering my head!   I am curious and this curiosity is not a mere joke, its the curiosity weaved into a cloth hiding my sensitive and strong brain from those “all-seeing” eyes around me, pretending to expose my hair as if it was something of utmost importance and value, but friends,  it’s nothing, it’s a trick by those who seek to humiliate me and my faith for god, and I am sure that this will echo for the decades to come, for me, a hijab is – “ a piece of head covering worn by women of the world”; and I am sure that our fight for the right to wear something will reprimand and will be carried out by my fellow successors and those who shed light to our cries and woes in this big world of ours! [AMEN]
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I COULDN'T GO OUTSIDE IN CASE I GOT ZIKA, BUT THERE WAS NO WAY I WAS GOING TO GET WEAKER, I MET RONALDO, AT A FIFA PARTY AS YOU GO, AND MESSI AND NEYMAR WHO HAD NOWHERE .. .. , THEY SAY THAT INDONESIA IS TO BE ATTACKED BY TERRORISTS, BUT WE'VE HAD ENOUGH OF TORNADOES AND EXTREMISTS, NAOMI SOCKED SOMEONE ELSE ON A BA PLANE, AFTER DIVORCE, CHARLTON WON'T BE THE SAME AGAIN, ENGLAND'S VOTING TO STAY WITH EUROPE OR NOT, MOST DON'T GIVE A S.... , THEY'LL SAY THEY FORGOT, TRUMP CONTINUES TO BORE US AND DEPLORE MOST, DON'T LET MONEY BUY OR ENTERTAIN HIS ILLITERATE BOAST; WE'LL GET ON WITH OUR LIVES, DON'T NEED THOSE GUYS, THEY SHOULD REMEMBER THAT SOME THINGS ARE NOT GOVERNED BY THEIR SIZE.
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Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 8:16 AM UTC
CURRENT TRENDS
Islamist Extremists. Boat Capsized. Obama and Nelson Mandela. Celebrity Lies. Plane Crash. Forest Fires. Missing Girl. Handgun-buyers. Amazon Lawsuit. ANT-MAN. Low Supplies! Walmart Empty Shelves. Chinese Food Scandal. Microsoft Layoffs. Heat and Gasoline. Oil. Mad Max! Comic Book Convention Drama. Breast Lumps and Swelling. Television. Veteran's Hospitals. Israel and Gaza Fight On. Beachgoers Hit by Lightning. Baseball Drinking Songs. Sci-fi, Wi-fi, Ebola, and Libya. Ukraine. Venezuela. Marriage. Liver failure. Allen Webster. USA. RACE CARS. Global Catastrophe Down to Warming of the Earth. Dinosaurs Had Feathers. MH17. Profits. Desert Bakery. Syria. We Must be Mad. Philippines: 100 Million People on an Island. Salmonella Lawsuit. Cheeseburger Diet. Twinkies Never Going Bad. Putin, Palin, and the Tour de France. Fracking. Cats and Dogs.
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Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
News
People held hostage, always living in fear, The barrel of a weapon, is always near. Riding the train, a blood curdling scream, A deafening noise, and a bright light beam. A violent shock wave tears open your flesh, The lucky ones, receive skin grafts with mesh. Your arm torn off, artery bleeding is profuse, A dying thought is, what was the use? What was the purpose, to **** all these people? In the name of Allah, perched on a mosque steeple. Radical extremists don't care about life, By murdering people they increase human strife. Wasting resources, bringing the Earth gloom, Look at faces on a plane, many filled with doom. The last thirty five years I don't understand, Middle Eastern countries, together they band. Bringing terror and hatred towards cultures of the west, We accept the need to feel your ways are the best. Pray all you like, cover up a women's face, Stop trying to change America's philosophy and place. Once the oil is gone, and the land again bare, Back to living in tents, flowing robes you will wear. Your tactics are old, soon you may feel, The burning of skin, this inferno is real. A nuclear explosion will end years of frustration, No longer putting up with terrorists indignation. Revolutions reveal, the world ending in flame, Enough with this nonsense, put an end to this game! Visit poemsbypaul.com
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Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 4:53 PM UTC
Terrorism
REPUBLICANS Former South Carolina GOP leader kills dog to please God Rob Beschizza GERMANY Germany's top domestic spy advised far right xenophobic political party on how to avoid being billed as "extremists" Cory Doctorow RUSSIA Guy who pretends to ****** people for a living named Russian Goodwill ambassador Seamus Bellamy   BUSINESS We're going to be eating bugs really soon now, again Cory Doctorow POLICE Surveillance camera shows off-duty NYPD cop dropping a weapon near man he shot in the face Rob Beschizza SCHOLARSHIP When should the press pay attention to trolls, lies and disinformation? Cory Doctoro CORRUPTION Wells Fargo: we stole houses and we're being investigated for ***** low-income housing credits Cory Doctorow LATE STAGE CAPITALISM How Jpay gouges prisoners' families for "digital postage stamps" Cory Doctorow ALEX JONES Alex Jones is suing the parents of a Sandy Hook victim for $100,000 Gina Loukareas *** :(
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 3:46 PM UTC
Nausea News
We ALL have demons no more focus on my ****** thoughts immense focus on anything is not good extremists never succeed because they never understood so let's say a big **** you" to the thoughts that keep us awake they aren't even tangible so why allow them to gain?
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Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 12:28 AM UTC
"You gotta find a way to survive because they win when your soul dies' - Tupac
We are free to use our blinkers Or maybe not, to switch lanes We're free to lose, of course to gain Most give less than they share But we all have freedom to wish, and that of despair I need some ******* space here, people I don't care about the extremists in that Texan steeple I need to think, I need to know Because apparently we're all given a chance to succeed Chances to grow But that's some **** I'll tell you, and the nation Where there are chains, no one finds your liberation You must fight for yourself Unlike those ignorant to an outside situation I live life as well as I can conceive I come, and I'll go as I please I have struggled, **** and some things done with ease But it's hard to accept things Stop from beginning to plead With life, dreaming of a non-failure tattoo on my chest Freedom of denial and maybe of access But dreams can be illusions, rather than reality But it's on the individual to make dreams an actuality I've seen so many live, and I've seen too many die But I've found the freedom to laugh loud And I've let myself cry But sometimes it's easy to hear, And harder to listen For me especially To act after having made decision If I hold a gun in the war of revolution There will be freedom in war, and freedom in peace I guess we all have things to learn Like when to start When to cease I wish we could all be free some disease Chronically in perfect health But that's a fantasy, unlike poverty And manipulated, mishandled wealth. An honest politician is an idea I can't conceive If I'm ever that powerful Well, it'll have to start with me, I believe Americans will find freedom from greed And maybe jealousy, we can keep some pride But me, just me, I don't have anything to hide. I'll never be free from space, but maybe from time But there's things that will happen around me: Hunger, and crime If I can find freedom from my body and mind Then I'll have found what I've been trying to find To see true colors, looking ahead, forget what's behind Maybe there's rebirth, being of the spiritual kind Universal freedom might be nothing left to lose, But fighting for my freedom is the path I look to choose The rich old white guys keep driving their Benz's While I look at my world, my freedom Through my $20 lenses v.xi.xi
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Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 6:15 AM UTC
My Freedom
We are free to use our blinkers Or maybe not, to switch lanes We're free to lose, of course to gain Most give less than they share But we all have freedom to wish, and that of despair I need some ******* space here, people I don't care about the extremists in that Texan steeple I need to think, I need to know Because apparently we're all given a chance to succeed Chances to grow But that's some **** I'll tell you, and the nation Where there are chains, no one finds your liberation You must fight for yourself Unlike those ignorant to an outside situation I live life as well as I can conceive I come, and I'll go as I please I have struggled, **** and some things done with ease But it's hard to accept things Stop from beginning to plead With life, dreaming of a non-failure tattoo on my chest Freedom of denial and maybe of access But dreams can be illusions, rather than reality But it's on the individual to make dreams an actuality I've seen so many live, and I've seen too many die But I've found the freedom to laugh loud And I've let myself cry But sometimes it's easy to hear, And harder to listen For me especially To act after having made decision If I hold a gun in the war of revolution There will be freedom in war, and freedom in peace I guess we all have things to learn Like when to start When to cease I wish we could all be free some disease Chronically in perfect health But that's a fantasy, unlike poverty And manipulated, mishandled wealth. An honest politician is an idea I can't conceive If I'm ever that powerful Well, it'll have to start with me, I believe Americans will find freedom from greed And maybe jealousy, we can keep some pride But me, just me, I don't have anything to hide. I'll never be free from space, but maybe from time But there's things that will happen around me: Hunger, and crime If I can find freedom from my body and mind Then I'll have found what I've been trying to find To see true colors, looking ahead, forget what's behind Maybe there's rebirth, being of the spiritual kind Universal freedom might be nothing left to lose, But fighting for my freedom is the path I look to choose The rich old white guys keep driving their Benz's While I look at my world, my freedom Through my $20 lenses v.xi.xi
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Goodbye cruel world I am leaving you today I have had enough of it Of all the things I see So I am going away To escape from it all Black man burning on a cross Judged by those cloaked in white They dare to call him inferior When they are the ones filled with hate The man bleeds red, just like them So I say goodbye cruel world Native Americans forced from their land Put to live in a reservation This seems like being in a concentration camp But it is done in a different way Allow these proud people to live their lives So I say goodbye cruel world Why is gothic culture frowned upon Or Wicca mistaken as something evil Why accuse this as being seen as satanic When they seem to think it is wrong It is something they fail to understand So I say goodbye cruel world Extremists are there taking innocent lives Not caring who they will now **** All in the name of some religion But what kind of God will let this happen This is no type of worthy sacrifice So I say goodbye cruel world They will pick on those that are disabled And they treat them as second class freaks They will laugh at them in their face And they will keep on knocking them down All they do is show a sort of discontent So I say goodbye cruel world Now I hear them say that poetry is dead No one wants to read it anymore But I, for one, know that they are wrong Because someone will always read our words So I say that if poetry could not survive I will then say goodbye cruel world I will fly away in a rocket ship To seek out some place that is brand new Where everybody will be treated as one And no one will come to spit at you So I will carry on, still searching And leave behind this cruel world
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May 1, 2010
May 1, 2010 at 1:24 PM UTC
Cruel World
Goodbye cruel world I am leaving you today I have had enough of it Of all the things I see So I am going away To escape from it all Black man burning on a cross Judged by those cloaked in white They dare to call him inferior When they are the ones filled with hate The man bleeds red, just like them So I say goodbye cruel world Native Americans forced from their land Put to live in a reservation This seems like being in a concentration camp But it is done in a different way Allow these proud people to live their lives So I say goodbye cruel world Why is gothic culture frowned upon Or Wicca mistaken as something evil Why accuse this as being seen as satanic When they seem to think it is wrong It is something they fail to understand So I say goodbye cruel world Extremists are there taking innocent lives Not caring who they will now **** All in the name of some religion But what kind of God will let this happen This is no type of worthy sacrifice So I say goodbye cruel world They will pick on those that are disabled And they treat them as second class freaks They will laugh at them in their face And they will keep on knocking them down All they do is show a sort of discontent So I say goodbye cruel world Now I hear them say that poetry is dead No one wants to read it anymore But I, for one, know that they are wrong Because someone will always read our words So I say that if poetry could not survive I will then say goodbye cruel world I will fly away in a rocket ship To seek out some place that is brand new Where everybody will be treated as one And no one will come to spit at you So I will carry on, still searching And leave behind this cruel world
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They deal in hatred -often well disguised. Religion impregnated the extremists. Then the fingers really started pointing. No one is left without being chastised. Immigration knocked up national pride. Everyone is waiting; glaring at each other. We are all dogs being cattle prodded with hatred until our leashes snap. What a circus it will be, even more so than now. More so than ever. I am both sad and excited: If it takes so much -a moment of finality, of bloodshed and horror- to make them realise that they really ****** this up with their superstition, flags and greed then I will grin through the whole disgustingly fitting affair.
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Oct 10, 2009
Oct 10, 2009 at 7:11 AM UTC
Circus
shattered dreams American nightmare ghoulishly stalking mankind Bilderberg extremists owl effigy looming behind the all seeing eye of rah – multi-national tycoons inspire blooming death radiated waters flush with fluoride filter through sippy-cups washing away the taste of vaccinations and GMO soy – mutated masses mumble monotonously meager motor skills meandering through melted meadows masochistic in the macabre – moonless morning breaks trails checkerboard the sky cubism from air force fly-boys under orders to implement agenda 21 disguised as protection from solar radiation old soil toils under the strain of oil based pesticides and molecularly altered food crops for profit and to experience the long lost joy associated with being a swashbuckling pirate –
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC
trolling the controllers
Sometimes I think I can avoid the problems of life I act like it’s not going to happen to me That stuff only happens to other people I don’t have to pay because I want it for free If feels like I’m living in a war There are casualties all around I get nicked every now and then But not enough to make a sound I don’t have a bad life I just have bad moments I see the bitterness in others As they breathe between torments Success seems so random at times Every day I wake up in the same place My work has become my life But still I wear an anonymous face The extremists are taking over Most of us have nothing to say The politicians take us all for granted They say spend your money and then go away I don’t have a bad life I just have bad moments I see the fear in others As they await life’s judgments It’s a strange thing watching the news I see our heroes dying every day Nothing ever changes Yet another baby will be led away The more I think the less I believe The less I believe the more I see The more I see the less I need The less I need the more I am free I don’t have a bad life I just have bad moments I see the hopelessness in others As they accept their punishments They say what doesn’t **** you makes you stronger I’m so strong now that I have lost the thrill I don’t need any more near death experiences One more and my heart will soon be still I spend so much time doing nothing Like waiting at a light or being stuck in traffic I wish I could gather it all up And relive the hours I’ll never get back I don’t have a bad life I just have bad moments I see the pain in others As they endure their disappointments I think about *** all the time But I want to live alone I don’t want to explain myself My mind will always be my own There is an oasis where we all exist But sometimes it’s only as we sleep As soon as it passes you know you missed it So we wait even as we weep I don’t have a bad life I just have bad moments I see the struggles of others As they can’t make their payments My daughter couldn’t wait for Christmas She still believes and was so impatient I wonder if a woman could love me Like a child opening a present I need your love just as you need mine I know you want me to settle down I see it in your eyes and hear it in the songs That float around this lonely town I don’t have a bad life I just have bad moments I see the heartache of others As she tries to understand my resistance
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Feb 8, 2012
Feb 8, 2012 at 8:38 AM UTC
I Don't Have A Bad Life (just bad moments)
Sometimes I think I can avoid the problems of life I act like it’s not going to happen to me That stuff only happens to other people I don’t have to pay because I want it for free If feels like I’m living in a war There are casualties all around I get nicked every now and then But not enough to make a sound I don’t have a bad life I just have bad moments I see the bitterness in others As they breathe between torments Success seems so random at times Every day I wake up in the same place My work has become my life But still I wear an anonymous face The extremists are taking over Most of us have nothing to say The politicians take us all for granted They say spend your money and then go away I don’t have a bad life I just have bad moments I see the fear in others As they await life’s judgments It’s a strange thing watching the news I see our heroes dying every day Nothing ever changes Yet another baby will be led away The more I think the less I believe The less I believe the more I see The more I see the less I need The less I need the more I am free I don’t have a bad life I just have bad moments I see the hopelessness in others As they accept their punishments They say what doesn’t **** you makes you stronger I’m so strong now that I have lost the thrill I don’t need any more near death experiences One more and my heart will soon be still I spend so much time doing nothing Like waiting at a light or being stuck in traffic I wish I could gather it all up And relive the hours I’ll never get back I don’t have a bad life I just have bad moments I see the pain in others As they endure their disappointments I think about *** all the time But I want to live alone I don’t want to explain myself My mind will always be my own There is an oasis where we all exist But sometimes it’s only as we sleep As soon as it passes you know you missed it So we wait even as we weep I don’t have a bad life I just have bad moments I see the struggles of others As they can’t make their payments My daughter couldn’t wait for Christmas She still believes and was so impatient I wonder if a woman could love me Like a child opening a present I need your love just as you need mine I know you want me to settle down I see it in your eyes and hear it in the songs That float around this lonely town I don’t have a bad life I just have bad moments I see the heartache of others As she tries to understand my resistance
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What shall I write about? So of what shall be my account? This or that? Shall I take you on a magical Journey through time and space? Shall I take you to Mars and we can Explore the rocky red place? Is there some kind of time machine that We can get in and find out what will Happen in the future that might take place? Maybe I will write to you of my real life, how I feel, This would be an empty poem, so I shall impress My audience with a pretend show. I'm really not Going to be rich or famous unless I put on that Endlessly addictive yet unreal neon glow... Thanks society! Thanks prudes! Thanks extremists! Thanks money!
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Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 11:29 PM UTC
Not Interested In Pretending
Here is what I’ve learned in Israel. 1 Your happiness should come first. 1.5 If you know what will make you happy, you’re probably wrong. 2 Do not judge a people by its extremists. (and I’m beginning to think that everything has its function Even terrorism, even intolerance, and the world is complete, in all its horror and its magic. these things keep me up at night) 3 Don’t write poetry if you think in prose. 4 do not belittle belief, there is beauty in a person who can believe in Infinity 5 do not belittle belief there is tremendous beauty in a person who can believe in Infinity 6 do not belittle belief, there is tremendous beauty in something so finite that can believe in Infinite Love.
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Jun 12, 2011
Jun 12, 2011 at 6:57 AM UTC
(2)
I have A faulty brain You have to excuse me They use me For tests Studying The schematics Of a pscycopathic Nonbeliever WIll bring light To the mysteries of The dark mind They say You will never understand me And I urge you To never try I am A firm believer In the absurd And I vow To never to stray NOW MOVE!! Before I let loose With words to subdue You're mind subtly Then suddenly I fascinate! Until you indulge Into this state Of unknowing Knowledge Evil as the apple Eve picked from The tree Sweet treat Would you also Like a bite to eat? I am The imperfect creation Made perfectly For your consumption Others may slump in Depression Then It's do and die Commiting Philosophical suicide With the extremists Who would sacrifice A child's life For god's sake Who made A mess out of earth, Snakes? Who constructed This absurd brain To think this way What hands formed The mandible Which speaks Sinful opinions The open-ended Questions of life Were reserved For religion? Tell me why I Can imagine a place As evil as hell But can't create And wouldn't If I could Speak vile But My actions speak justice Just as quick As you claim I'll lay in a lake of fire I'll say I have to stay And never leave This is the punishment For saying What I believe.
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Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 12:50 PM UTC
The Absurd
The Beatles said it’s gonna be alright. 43 years later and look at this place— a rusty steel fortress surrounded by the idea of a wall. Everyone’s afraid the bloodthirsty islamic extremists are clamoring to get in. Drips of gasoline have killed what little power the flowers had. Red elephants & blue donkeys neighing at each other is the only entertainment on the 3D Telly. Children are forced to pick one— then support said animal for the rest of their lives with t-shirts and books. Nobody is allowed to have multiple lovers or **** a Muslim. Someone once said our only freedoms were “paper or plastic?” & “liberal or conservative.” If anyone questions said choices or the federal religion of God they’re branded unpatriotic & a granola nut. It’s merely frowned upon to drink neat whisky or have a beer before noon. but smoke a little plant & that’s 5-10. No one’s considered an adult until they’re $20,000 in debt for student loans & been divorced once. Not a soul remembers what happened to the people here before US.
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Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 7:40 AM UTC
US
Think of everything you know: you don't Think of everything we knew: we didn't Think of everything you think: do you? The earth used to be flat, we knew it Cigarettes were the cure, we blew it Double entendres, we'll lose it Translation, time, linguistic disintegration This god, that god, miracles or chemicals? Brain make-up, societal shake-up Left wing, right wing, cha-ching, quiet king Extremists all around, different by nature A set of monkeys trained to hunt grandeur The science of the day, the philosophy of the age Every other thing is the best thing since sliced bread Think of everything you think: do you?
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Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 3:22 AM UTC
Sliced Bread
My people, my people... that's all you hear, But really, are we all equal? You see it all the time, you see it in everyone's eyes, the laughs and the lies As this happens, the river flows red Crimes of hatred they say On the news words are twisted And once again my people, my people, the full story, we missed it Turns out we're trouble thanks to the color of our skin, our age, the jobs we are given, the pride that we have and the knowledge we lack blamed for the world's problems, drug dealers and so on so on the crimes they stack In reality, the real reality, not the imagination that extremists recall as reality but the cold reality seen through an immigrant's eyes, a minority's eye ,the youths eyes we are only here to help and create an everlasting peace between different cultures with slowly increased confusion, in confession we say to ourselves, we're all the same, consumers and buyers, but we all aren't, some of us are cons and liars, deceiving and thieving, but let's forget those for they're the outliers, progressively we're changing, but sadly as people are aging, the change is non-apparent and when I say us, I mean us, the people, the wealth and the hunger not us the separate who preaches unity and yet has such things as ghettos and slums of which no one cares, to whose street traveled, no one dares instead of having one united diverse nation. without fear, separation, depression an intense sensation of grieving expression. Illiterate and mute, that's my people, and I'm proud we don't need to speak to show you our speech is free, but if we could perfectly talk the language of the higher society, the language of the credible and flexible , we'd say we'd hate to have your liberty and prosperity, for we have something better; a family union, a home-cooked meal in moral values of which you do not, and that is my greater power, we live under the ignorance of Philosophy to whom the end of life there's no insurance people live and people die anti-hate and self-loving policies will never die...Anti-state, anarchy to all my apologies for the wise never lie...
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Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 7:04 AM UTC
suppression
My people, my people... that's all you hear, But really, are we all equal? You see it all the time, you see it in everyone's eyes, the laughs and the lies As this happens, the river flows red Crimes of hatred they say On the news words are twisted And once again my people, my people, the full story, we missed it Turns out we're trouble thanks to the color of our skin, our age, the jobs we are given, the pride that we have and the knowledge we lack blamed for the world's problems, drug dealers and so on so on the crimes they stack In reality, the real reality, not the imagination that extremists recall as reality but the cold reality seen through an immigrant's eyes, a minority's eye ,the youths eyes we are only here to help and create an everlasting peace between different cultures with slowly increased confusion, in confession we say to ourselves, we're all the same, consumers and buyers, but we all aren't, some of us are cons and liars, deceiving and thieving, but let's forget those for they're the outliers, progressively we're changing, but sadly as people are aging, the change is non-apparent and when I say us, I mean us, the people, the wealth and the hunger not us the separate who preaches unity and yet has such things as ghettos and slums of which no one cares, to whose street traveled, no one dares instead of having one united diverse nation. without fear, separation, depression an intense sensation of grieving expression. Illiterate and mute, that's my people, and I'm proud we don't need to speak to show you our speech is free, but if we could perfectly talk the language of the higher society, the language of the credible and flexible , we'd say we'd hate to have your liberty and prosperity, for we have something better; a family union, a home-cooked meal in moral values of which you do not, and that is my greater power, we live under the ignorance of Philosophy to whom the end of life there's no insurance people live and people die anti-hate and self-loving policies will never die...Anti-state, anarchy to all my apologies for the wise never lie...
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startling images of earthquake destruction mangled bodies strewn hitherto charred flesh of orphaned infants lie motionless on the partially uplifted hospital/ monastery floor trying to lift and remove rubble in a desperate attempt to locate the sobbing baby which I can hear, but not see – 34 train cars piled twisted metal sitting in an oil and chemical spill hazmat teams stare blankly at the massive carnage overwhelmed by the mayhem and poisoned by their presence within hours the first responders have passed, the last moments.. chocking and gurgling on their own blood creeping up from internal damage – wide-eyed militants stand armed at the entrances to FEMA camps angrily shouting and pushing American citizens into places of detainment while laughing about failed democracy – night after night I wake from terrible dreams…. Mt. Hood major eruption ending Portland and impacting the Columbia, Juan De Fucca slippage Oregon and Washington coastline in shambles thousands dead and bodies lost, rogue asteroid smashing headlong into the Atlantic seaboard leaving near ½ of our 308 million washed away like the Atlanteans or the Egyptian Kings of old, sweat coated sheets have become the norm…. nightly visitations of misshapen faces poking and prodding, looking at the Cascades as harbingers of radioactive derbies and witnessing the physical decline of its natural inhabitants, the ever propagandized deadly threat of extremists bent on killing innocents, my tired eyes only wish for peace – It is not kosher to refer to oneself as a prophet or seer or the future, but those of you who choose to blindly accept that everything remains the same will only be remembered through songs and tales yet unwritten –
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 12:17 PM UTC
Never claimed to be Nostradamus
startling images of earthquake destruction mangled bodies strewn hitherto charred flesh of orphaned infants lie motionless on the partially uplifted hospital/ monastery floor trying to lift and remove rubble in a desperate attempt to locate the sobbing baby which I can hear, but not see – 34 train cars piled twisted metal sitting in an oil and chemical spill hazmat teams stare blankly at the massive carnage overwhelmed by the mayhem and poisoned by their presence within hours the first responders have passed, the last moments.. chocking and gurgling on their own blood creeping up from internal damage – wide-eyed militants stand armed at the entrances to FEMA camps angrily shouting and pushing American citizens into places of detainment while laughing about failed democracy – night after night I wake from terrible dreams…. Mt. Hood major eruption ending Portland and impacting the Columbia, Juan De Fucca slippage Oregon and Washington coastline in shambles thousands dead and bodies lost, rogue asteroid smashing headlong into the Atlantic seaboard leaving near ½ of our 308 million washed away like the Atlanteans or the Egyptian Kings of old, sweat coated sheets have become the norm…. nightly visitations of misshapen faces poking and prodding, looking at the Cascades as harbingers of radioactive derbies and witnessing the physical decline of its natural inhabitants, the ever propagandized deadly threat of extremists bent on killing innocents, my tired eyes only wish for peace – It is not kosher to refer to oneself as a prophet or seer or the future, but those of you who choose to blindly accept that everything remains the same will only be remembered through songs and tales yet unwritten –
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She’s a dimple and a drag, corner of Worth and Magpie, French Vogue idioms and her mother’s red flowery hoop earrings. Aloha! Aloha! Oopty-oops in contract loot thru streets and backyard parties, concrete larders, her eyes lie like presidential promises, a slipknot of licorice around her neckline to keep her rising tide from the Menarche Moon. Anything to keep the little penny featherweight dancer from slipping. Her siblings poke fun at her funny way of speaking, her bath tub is just an excuse for chiseling at her innards, taking a drag at her lungs and punching her duck-billed platypus in the kidneys; a heavy-weight champion of the worm. That until all the saints come writhing off the fishing lines. Until the ballerina’s edema coexists with Tokyo extremists, serial killer behemoths that keep body parts and *** toys in the freezer. Here, here! Wrath goes to the fella with the wicked demeanor. In an area of limited sight, this country, it’s people are sickened at the sights of themselves, and the wackos are coming out in large swaths, minerals and dimples strapped to their waist belts in the throes of a menopausal demagogue heaving OxyContin down El Camino Real.
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Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 4:34 PM UTC
Bell Pepper B.M. & People’s Republic of ****
God laughs when fools behave like racists All persecuted individuals are His children God laughs when a few are obviously chosen And receive preferential treatment under the basis That the lighter complexion is superior and better. God created one race. The same blood flows like a river In all God’s children veins. This blood is red, not amber God laughs when a few are obviously chosen All persecuted individuals are His children The lighter shade is neither superior nor better. Fools love to divide, to disunite in order to conquer God laughs when extremists comport themselves like fools God does not like when his children are treated like tools All persecuted individuals are His children God laughs when a few are deliberately chosen. Copyright © May 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
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May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 5:05 AM UTC
Racial Preferential Treatment
The Cross It six o'clock Sunday early evening she is in the church that looks Coptic, the sun lit up the cross on the top and the roof looks rosé. A Morocco radio station plays Arabic music this is quite fitting now that they have been targeted by a racist who has not read history, but let us put that aside for now. In many European countries, the leaders lament but secretly wish they could do the same, life would be so easier without this intrusive Islam. We, onlookers, are guilty too we have not been able to accept the Muslims on equal terms The cross is now in darkness there is a murky side to all religions they produce extremists
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Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 4:26 AM UTC
the cross
I am going to conceive a son and name him Adam As names in our century have become a conviction A reason for conflict and contradiction I won’t name him Mohammed or Jesus I won’t name him Ali or Omar I won’t name him Saddam or Hussein I won’t name him Ibrahim or Zakaria And not even David or George I fear he grows a racist due to his name A name of which I am to blame To foreigners he’s a terrorist To extremists he’s an infidel To Shias he’s a Sunni And to Sunnis he’s a Shia I fear that he’ll only be worth as much as his name A name of which I am to blame I want him to be named Adam, A Muslim, Christian, Jew. I am going to teach him that his religion is what is nestled in his heart Not his name His name of which I am to blame I’ll teach him about the arab pride illusion And how humanity is the solution. I’ll teach him that god lives in hearts and souls before mosques and churches. I’ll teach him that I began my speech indicating he was a male, as females in our society are destined to fail. I’ll teach him that the problem lies in the Arab society tale.
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Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 1:33 AM UTC
Adam
Islam and Christianity Politicians debate Extremists fuel a cause Well you are all wrong You sold out your humanity To be a good person is not in scripture It isn't in any dogma Believe that and your lost It is in our hearts It's how a parent teaches What a parent teaches Teach any child a religion They have a faith The majority will follow it Teach your children bigotry The majority will follow that too Teach them to love Teach them to care Teach them to aid Then regardless of their faith They will teach the same They will see humanity Morals are not a faith But a faith can support morality As to it can bolster hate So don't tell me your a Christian Don't quote Muhammad I don't care if your agnostic Just teach your children well The future is all they have Don't condemn them to our past Our mistakes Act now as time is not on our side Act now and create a proud nation A nation of all faiths united in love
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May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 6:54 PM UTC
Bigotry begins at home