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"firepower" poems
Its science versus religion And cognitive thought versus deranged fantasy Wars fought for love where loves lost and heroes are burned, cherished, forgotten Little boys with ***** faces and sticks Teenagers with cars Young adults with assault rifles Men in jail some with bars some with front doors a fax machines Trees that reach the sky and some that wither crack and die Burning thoughts of the afterlife a fire fueled by fear of death The chance of being wrong The opposite thought of being right keeping you grounded in the daylight But fleeting in the night escaping just like the sun to comfort some other being The loneliness of lying awake with a deranged mind running free Clawing its way from your brain Grandpa’s dead and dads on his way out And moms still preaching the gospel And gods still ******* on ashes but not putting out fires Cities crumble and rebuild and repeat Everything is a cycle love, hate, lust, love, hate, die, repeat Breathe in oxygen exhale ***** and regurgitated knowledge Of free press movements and the civil war Fighting, sleeping, ******* eating, drinking, smoking, hurting, smiling Fields of crops that feed nations and economies They grow then comes harvest and their end Just like us harvested in the end to feed nations and economies Words that burn politicians and inspire masses Bombs that end lives and ******* children But prove were right and your wrong Our god is bigger than yours he has more firepower too Wrong side of the tracks on the wrong side of the ocean Worms eat dirt what a pathetic existence They eat dirt, **** dirt then die We eat love **** love then die We’re just worms Bigger, intelligent, more aesthetically pleasing worms Hateful thoughts and bold words Worldly views from the comfort of a laptop Medication and frozen dinners Sick, fat and dying Life is beautiful
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Feb 21, 2012
Feb 21, 2012 at 4:23 AM UTC
joseph-brooks-nickell
Fire Fueled by Fear of Death
Its science versus religion And cognitive thought versus deranged fantasy Wars fought for love where loves lost and heroes are burned, cherished, forgotten Little boys with ***** faces and sticks Teenagers with cars Young adults with assault rifles Men in jail some with bars some with front doors a fax machines Trees that reach the sky and some that wither crack and die Burning thoughts of the afterlife a fire fueled by fear of death The chance of being wrong The opposite thought of being right keeping you grounded in the daylight But fleeting in the night escaping just like the sun to comfort some other being The loneliness of lying awake with a deranged mind running free Clawing its way from your brain Grandpa’s dead and dads on his way out And moms still preaching the gospel And gods still ******* on ashes but not putting out fires Cities crumble and rebuild and repeat Everything is a cycle love, hate, lust, love, hate, die, repeat Breathe in oxygen exhale ***** and regurgitated knowledge Of free press movements and the civil war Fighting, sleeping, ******* eating, drinking, smoking, hurting, smiling Fields of crops that feed nations and economies They grow then comes harvest and their end Just like us harvested in the end to feed nations and economies Words that burn politicians and inspire masses Bombs that end lives and ******* children But prove were right and your wrong Our god is bigger than yours he has more firepower too Wrong side of the tracks on the wrong side of the ocean Worms eat dirt what a pathetic existence They eat dirt, **** dirt then die We eat love **** love then die We’re just worms Bigger, intelligent, more aesthetically pleasing worms Hateful thoughts and bold words Worldly views from the comfort of a laptop Medication and frozen dinners Sick, fat and dying Life is beautiful
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They are hunters, banging on the doors drawing the blinds, putting the children on their knees with automatics. Firepower on firepower, we are more than we need and we behave so crazy, so paranoid. Blood stained carpets; we sit in a cage and say we're safe and still that blood stains grows to keep us content. I heard it in the sugar skulls. They said, "the dead men are still dead" but somehow they lied as they hissed exactly what I wanted to hear; "the dead men are still dead."
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Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 10:21 AM UTC
austin-heath
"Sugar."
They are hunters, banging on the doors drawing the blinds, putting the children on their knees with automatics. Firepower on firepower, we are more than we need and we behave so crazy, so paranoid. Blood stained carpets; we sit in a cage and say we're safe and still that blood stains grows to keep us content. I heard it in the sugar skulls. They said, "the dead men are still dead" but somehow they lied as they hissed exactly what I wanted to hear; "the dead men are still dead."
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When she saunters in a two piece bikini, without making any  pug marks even on soft sand, "Which one color adds more firepower to her allure enhanced figure?" is a question never heard aloud, all the same,there hovers in the thick air, quite tangibly. Even with all the intimate knowledge on her at hand, it is still too difficult to suggest, as she moves with the deadly confidence of a sleek armored car, every one that appears on the line of fire along the  180 degree curve sure would go down, that's a daily occurrence. But if on a  bikini in white she would be seen on the beach absolutely mysterious she looks the decision on this is unanimous! how does one  know this?      -a stunned silence every time        happens is the clinching proof.
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Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC
k-balachandran
The mystery in a white bikini
When she saunters in a two piece bikini, without making any  pug marks even on soft sand, "Which one color adds more firepower to her allure enhanced figure?" is a question never heard aloud, all the same,there hovers in the thick air, quite tangibly. Even with all the intimate knowledge on her at hand, it is still too difficult to suggest, as she moves with the deadly confidence of a sleek armored car, every one that appears on the line of fire along the  180 degree curve sure would go down, that's a daily occurrence. But if on a  bikini in white she would be seen on the beach absolutely mysterious she looks the decision on this is unanimous! how does one  know this?      -a stunned silence every time        happens is the clinching proof.
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I'm a doomsday prepper Afraid of zombie lepers And nuclear line steppers So I spend my life preparing Instead of repairing A civilization that is constantly crumbling I focus on post-apocalyptic rumbling My self reliance Met my defiance In an alliance Of deadly appliance When I have no faith in the government Because they might make preparing futile For the disasters of my wonderment I don't copy their community style They'll just die when the world ends So they're a waste of the time I spend I tried to look above To find love But a giant tidal wave Blocked the sun's rays And I could feel the Earth quake Under my shaking feet So I decided it was a mistake And to avoid what's sweet I will no longer be a misfit After the apocalypse I will be more comfortable than everyone else But will I really keep my resources to myself? I say of course From my high horse I fantasize about being right So others will see the light Of a nuclear blast And see that I last They'll beg to see my stocked shelf Yet I will offer no help I'll say my memory is hazy Didn't you call me crazy? Protecting my goods in that vulnerable hour With a stockpile of firearm firepower I prepare for an impending doom That'll create some elbow room Instead of friends I gather supplies For a cataclysmic surprise Where everyone dies Then I'll be happy Hunting and trapping All alone In a blast zone Where someone once said Life is what happens While you're making plans But the apocalypse Is my promised land
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Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 4:50 AM UTC
andrew-rueter
Apocalypse
I'm a doomsday prepper Afraid of zombie lepers And nuclear line steppers So I spend my life preparing Instead of repairing A civilization that is constantly crumbling I focus on post-apocalyptic rumbling My self reliance Met my defiance In an alliance Of deadly appliance When I have no faith in the government Because they might make preparing futile For the disasters of my wonderment I don't copy their community style They'll just die when the world ends So they're a waste of the time I spend I tried to look above To find love But a giant tidal wave Blocked the sun's rays And I could feel the Earth quake Under my shaking feet So I decided it was a mistake And to avoid what's sweet I will no longer be a misfit After the apocalypse I will be more comfortable than everyone else But will I really keep my resources to myself? I say of course From my high horse I fantasize about being right So others will see the light Of a nuclear blast And see that I last They'll beg to see my stocked shelf Yet I will offer no help I'll say my memory is hazy Didn't you call me crazy? Protecting my goods in that vulnerable hour With a stockpile of firearm firepower I prepare for an impending doom That'll create some elbow room Instead of friends I gather supplies For a cataclysmic surprise Where everyone dies Then I'll be happy Hunting and trapping All alone In a blast zone Where someone once said Life is what happens While you're making plans But the apocalypse Is my promised land
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there's blood on my hands, and liquor on your tongue this is what true love tastes like ****** in the pews you are ash exhumed and i'm a lit match cigarette firepower burning bodies in front of churches crying holy, holy are you scared yet? stars in your eyes, in the palms of your hands kissing the corpse road breaths scraping against your ribcage on the way out someone else's hands in your throat on the way down crying holy, holy i want fireproof lungs i want flowers planted in my eyesockets make me a garden like no other oh god, oh god im coughing up leaves and twigs and grave markers (you have a flair for the dramatic used to hold up pictures of my bleeding gums and say, you're so beautiful am i beautiful now, sweetheart?are you? can you face yourself in the mirror, sweetheart?) stop it, stop screaming, you aren't a holy verse twenty dead roses on a empty coffin, and four horsemen of the apocalypse, and death at the bottom of a swimming pool crying holy, holy
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Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 2:27 PM UTC
buckybarnes
gardening for beginners
there's blood on my hands, and liquor on your tongue this is what true love tastes like ****** in the pews you are ash exhumed and i'm a lit match cigarette firepower burning bodies in front of churches crying holy, holy are you scared yet? stars in your eyes, in the palms of your hands kissing the corpse road breaths scraping against your ribcage on the way out someone else's hands in your throat on the way down crying holy, holy i want fireproof lungs i want flowers planted in my eyesockets make me a garden like no other oh god, oh god im coughing up leaves and twigs and grave markers (you have a flair for the dramatic used to hold up pictures of my bleeding gums and say, you're so beautiful am i beautiful now, sweetheart?are you? can you face yourself in the mirror, sweetheart?) stop it, stop screaming, you aren't a holy verse twenty dead roses on a empty coffin, and four horsemen of the apocalypse, and death at the bottom of a swimming pool crying holy, holy
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We got those 1800s vibes Men with moustaches Women with moustaches You ready to Hunt for your lives? Get ready cos the Showdown's begun Men, Women, lock 'n' load up your guns Snub nose for up close, it's a must Duck low take it slow, keep mouths shut Wear you out 'Til your absorbed by the mud Extract with a bounty, that's how it's won Countin' up our rewards, no need to respawn We've still air in our lungs. It's that time again, we close to sittin' pretty Lord I pray for courage, so light that soul fire in me Stacks of crucifixes, so we don't run out quickly Hang it loosely round my neck should it get dark and dingy Ward off the devils spirits, or beasts made from three sixes Martini firepower, and no I don't mean drinkin' Sometimes be something sicker, for demons I be killing I'm off to hell and back, to stop em from existing... Get ready cos the Showdown's begun Men, Women, lock 'n' load up your guns Snub nose for up close, it's a must Duck low take it slow, keep mouths shut Wear you out 'Til your absorbed by the mud Extract with a bounty, that's how it's won Countin' up our rewards, no need to respawn We've still air in our lungs. Guess its our turn now, y'all ready for a feud Ain't no stopping this crowd, we're simply too imbued That cross around your neck, its just a waste of fuel The venom flowing in us means conditions won't improve We'll just keep on marching, until you're twice removed This is our land you're farming, the boss is not amused The biggest baddest of us here, do this **** just for fun You'll never take us all something wicked this way comes Get ready cos the Showdown's begun Men, Women, lock 'n' load up your guns Snub nose for up close, it's a must Duck low take it slow, keep mouths shut Wear you out 'Til your absorbed by the mud Extract with a bounty, that's how it's won Countin' up our rewards, no need to respawn We've still air in our lungs. Get ready cos the Showdown's begun Men, Women, lock and load what you want Get ready cos the Showdown's begun Men, Women, lock and load what you want Get ready cos the Showdown's begun Men, Women, lock and load what you want
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Apr 18, 2022
Apr 18, 2022 at 6:11 AM UTC
Ghxstcxt
The Hunt Showdown
We got those 1800s vibes Men with moustaches Women with moustaches You ready to Hunt for your lives? Get ready cos the Showdown's begun Men, Women, lock 'n' load up your guns Snub nose for up close, it's a must Duck low take it slow, keep mouths shut Wear you out 'Til your absorbed by the mud Extract with a bounty, that's how it's won Countin' up our rewards, no need to respawn We've still air in our lungs. It's that time again, we close to sittin' pretty Lord I pray for courage, so light that soul fire in me Stacks of crucifixes, so we don't run out quickly Hang it loosely round my neck should it get dark and dingy Ward off the devils spirits, or beasts made from three sixes Martini firepower, and no I don't mean drinkin' Sometimes be something sicker, for demons I be killing I'm off to hell and back, to stop em from existing... Get ready cos the Showdown's begun Men, Women, lock 'n' load up your guns Snub nose for up close, it's a must Duck low take it slow, keep mouths shut Wear you out 'Til your absorbed by the mud Extract with a bounty, that's how it's won Countin' up our rewards, no need to respawn We've still air in our lungs. Guess its our turn now, y'all ready for a feud Ain't no stopping this crowd, we're simply too imbued That cross around your neck, its just a waste of fuel The venom flowing in us means conditions won't improve We'll just keep on marching, until you're twice removed This is our land you're farming, the boss is not amused The biggest baddest of us here, do this **** just for fun You'll never take us all something wicked this way comes Get ready cos the Showdown's begun Men, Women, lock 'n' load up your guns Snub nose for up close, it's a must Duck low take it slow, keep mouths shut Wear you out 'Til your absorbed by the mud Extract with a bounty, that's how it's won Countin' up our rewards, no need to respawn We've still air in our lungs. Get ready cos the Showdown's begun Men, Women, lock and load what you want Get ready cos the Showdown's begun Men, Women, lock and load what you want Get ready cos the Showdown's begun Men, Women, lock and load what you want
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The idea that our founding fathers intended anyone over 18 to possess enough firepower to destroy the entire continental army of 1776 is absurd, arrogate and dangerous. #repealthe2ndamendment
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Jun 8, 2022
Jun 8, 2022 at 2:25 PM UTC
anaisvionet
The twisted 2nd
The idea that our founding fathers intended anyone over 18 to possess enough firepower to destroy the entire continental army of 1776 is absurd, arrogate and dangerous. #repealthe2ndamendment
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I derive from arriving on time Slime time live was the time of my life The law of the land was a handful of sand A snowman grayer than white but still alright I’m from liquid firepower Super effective critical hit Killing members of my brother’s mouth Killing myself when my best friend moved south I’m from AP tests and honors society In a society that does not honor AP tests imagine my anxiety I’m from accidents happen just when you think they aren’t gonna happen I’m not from the football field I’m not from the church I’m not from a world concealed because of these answers I search I’m from baruch atah adonai Elohaynu melech ha’alom Nine fires at night and crossless walls Perfect circle spectacles and never using public stalls I’m from the school of thought that thinks about school Dreaming of the western bay You ask where I’m from? I’m from every single yesterday
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Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 4:16 AM UTC
alex-furlin-1
where i'm from
I derive from arriving on time Slime time live was the time of my life The law of the land was a handful of sand A snowman grayer than white but still alright I’m from liquid firepower Super effective critical hit Killing members of my brother’s mouth Killing myself when my best friend moved south I’m from AP tests and honors society In a society that does not honor AP tests imagine my anxiety I’m from accidents happen just when you think they aren’t gonna happen I’m not from the football field I’m not from the church I’m not from a world concealed because of these answers I search I’m from baruch atah adonai Elohaynu melech ha’alom Nine fires at night and crossless walls Perfect circle spectacles and never using public stalls I’m from the school of thought that thinks about school Dreaming of the western bay You ask where I’m from? I’m from every single yesterday
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Sad eyed men, inebriated by pain, unshaven eyes swollen, red faced, sleepless at night loneliness perpetual haunting them like the ghosts of days dead, in single minded pursuit perturbed by pains of every imaginable kind in a devine trance one with dark frightening silence pouring out their heart in blood dripping details, tears mingle with words' firepower,molten lava gushes A fiery woman, though,weak,meek and looks frail, writes in a fierce frenzy,as if it's her life or death game there are nail marks all over her emaciated body as if a famished tiger has badly mauled her. No trainer of beasts she ever was.... All the living witnesses, her suffering,festering wounds, a derailed mind,her companion,once in insane anger gifted! See weeping woman,men in anguish in the fear of losing long cherished love, poring out the lava of fear,anguish and pain, Wounded men and women with an orchestral precision write seeking happiness,but in words couched in pain. And then there is this one;eyes fixed at the moon, getting his fix for the day and the fuel for poetic pen! All of them poets were in a world each of their own. "Not sane or insane,wildly ecstatic, still in inescapable pain" the caresses of poetry's fingers result in that, And look those children running after butterflies! poems, they would be thinking are colorful wings and feathers. song,dance,mirth and celebration, alas! it isn't!
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Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 1:04 PM UTC
k-balachandran
In the doleful country of poetry
Sad eyed men, inebriated by pain, unshaven eyes swollen, red faced, sleepless at night loneliness perpetual haunting them like the ghosts of days dead, in single minded pursuit perturbed by pains of every imaginable kind in a devine trance one with dark frightening silence pouring out their heart in blood dripping details, tears mingle with words' firepower,molten lava gushes A fiery woman, though,weak,meek and looks frail, writes in a fierce frenzy,as if it's her life or death game there are nail marks all over her emaciated body as if a famished tiger has badly mauled her. No trainer of beasts she ever was.... All the living witnesses, her suffering,festering wounds, a derailed mind,her companion,once in insane anger gifted! See weeping woman,men in anguish in the fear of losing long cherished love, poring out the lava of fear,anguish and pain, Wounded men and women with an orchestral precision write seeking happiness,but in words couched in pain. And then there is this one;eyes fixed at the moon, getting his fix for the day and the fuel for poetic pen! All of them poets were in a world each of their own. "Not sane or insane,wildly ecstatic, still in inescapable pain" the caresses of poetry's fingers result in that, And look those children running after butterflies! poems, they would be thinking are colorful wings and feathers. song,dance,mirth and celebration, alas! it isn't!
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I remember sitting around the tracks with my comrades. We were in rolling fields of clover back then. The doves that flew above us had no clue about our firepower. We had .50 cals and we picked our teeth with splintered bone fragments. To think we even had the time to smoke and joke about our ridiculous nicknames brings a smile to my weathered-fface. Moose was toothless, lost them to some drunk civilians in a bar fight. Wagner, the skinny one, always cracked me up. I miss McMinn's toothy-grin and the way French always wanted out, constantly feighning his gayness. Radosavich loved his rock and roll and Flint sparkled from his hole carved into the hillside. Moore had chicks galore and McLemore got his divorce papers by airmail. He went eerily silent while Top barked ******** for us to do. The Man was clueless, but we protected his *** anyways. We had bills to pay. I really miss those ********* They were the best friends that ever were.
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Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
jonny-angel
I Really Miss Those *********
I remember sitting around the tracks with my comrades. We were in rolling fields of clover back then. The doves that flew above us had no clue about our firepower. We had .50 cals and we picked our teeth with splintered bone fragments. To think we even had the time to smoke and joke about our ridiculous nicknames brings a smile to my weathered-fface. Moose was toothless, lost them to some drunk civilians in a bar fight. Wagner, the skinny one, always cracked me up. I miss McMinn's toothy-grin and the way French always wanted out, constantly feighning his gayness. Radosavich loved his rock and roll and Flint sparkled from his hole carved into the hillside. Moore had chicks galore and McLemore got his divorce papers by airmail. He went eerily silent while Top barked ******** for us to do. The Man was clueless, but we protected his *** anyways. We had bills to pay. I really miss those ********* They were the best friends that ever were.
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hello **** hello scourge of the earth,hello bloodbath this is what you get for being a vampire.and i'll say,  god,what kind of monster is this? god,you're pathetic.  now this,now this,now we're holding hands through the sunset,  now this. stop writing sonnets for dead heroes  i'm no hercules,no sweet moonlight  no sweet sorrow,no sweetness for you tonight.  i dip branches in blood,i'm the bearer of the holy cup,  don't waste firepower on storm clouds.  and you say, look at the mess you've made, body counts dripping down your tongue  what an easy **** the target was painted on before he was born  serenade me cherry sugar sweet,  and i say,what happened to massacre.  this is the part where i apologize for my own mind  i'm sorry about all this,  static electricity.cassette tape crawling up your windpipe,sorry about the mess. and,and,and.  wine and something filthy  teeth crumbling in your hands  this was a home once.and over here,this was a battlefield once. your nose is bleeding all over the place,god youre disgusting,clean up this ******* mess and you say, remember me  and i say,im ******* blind.this is your fault. i never meant to **** them,this isnt me andandand (and the dust settles and here you are,stench of the century,in your rightful place welcome to the holy land,you putrid,filthy thing)
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 1:18 PM UTC
buckybarnes
remember when this meant something to me
hello **** hello scourge of the earth,hello bloodbath this is what you get for being a vampire.and i'll say,  god,what kind of monster is this? god,you're pathetic.  now this,now this,now we're holding hands through the sunset,  now this. stop writing sonnets for dead heroes  i'm no hercules,no sweet moonlight  no sweet sorrow,no sweetness for you tonight.  i dip branches in blood,i'm the bearer of the holy cup,  don't waste firepower on storm clouds.  and you say, look at the mess you've made, body counts dripping down your tongue  what an easy **** the target was painted on before he was born  serenade me cherry sugar sweet,  and i say,what happened to massacre.  this is the part where i apologize for my own mind  i'm sorry about all this,  static electricity.cassette tape crawling up your windpipe,sorry about the mess. and,and,and.  wine and something filthy  teeth crumbling in your hands  this was a home once.and over here,this was a battlefield once. your nose is bleeding all over the place,god youre disgusting,clean up this ******* mess and you say, remember me  and i say,im ******* blind.this is your fault. i never meant to **** them,this isnt me andandand (and the dust settles and here you are,stench of the century,in your rightful place welcome to the holy land,you putrid,filthy thing)
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Fluids seep out of me Toxins squirm their way out From their inhospitable new home One that will suffocate them Dreams implode in me Fantasy at the hand of reality With his superior firepower Aimed elegantly and accurately Sleep aerates the field within me Dreams rise again, poisons come back in Slitting my throat again Licking it off my chin Spare nothing A commodity worth everything So lucky
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Apr 25, 2010
Apr 25, 2010 at 6:41 PM UTC
derek-dale-frazier
How are You?
Fluids seep out of me Toxins squirm their way out From their inhospitable new home One that will suffocate them Dreams implode in me Fantasy at the hand of reality With his superior firepower Aimed elegantly and accurately Sleep aerates the field within me Dreams rise again, poisons come back in Slitting my throat again Licking it off my chin Spare nothing A commodity worth everything So lucky
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When you sweep a village for the first time it's rather creepy. Actually, it's pretty ******* scary, your ******* gets tight & it feels like your esophagus is twisted up in your throat. People seem to go about their business as if nothing's wrong. But there isn't anything right about it. You can tell it by their eyes, those vacant hollow eyes, showing a blend of fear & hatred. Needles burn through your ACU's, spelling **** you's" all over your sweaty skin. Jesus, we carried enough firepower to level the place three times over, **** every living thing, including the pets & livestock. We had helicopters and spooky and artillery at our fingertips, too. I tried to imagine the same **** happening in my own city back home. & it's definitely not a comforting thought to think about soldiers disrupting your lifestyle. I think I'd be ****** if a cobra strafed my neighbor's house or a 1-oh-5 leveled my local 7-11. Deep thoughts like that made me miss my humble abode even more. But Christ, this was war & war is hell & we were ****** for it.
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC
jonny-angel
War ******
When you sweep a village for the first time it's rather creepy. Actually, it's pretty ******* scary, your ******* gets tight & it feels like your esophagus is twisted up in your throat. People seem to go about their business as if nothing's wrong. But there isn't anything right about it. You can tell it by their eyes, those vacant hollow eyes, showing a blend of fear & hatred. Needles burn through your ACU's, spelling **** you's" all over your sweaty skin. Jesus, we carried enough firepower to level the place three times over, **** every living thing, including the pets & livestock. We had helicopters and spooky and artillery at our fingertips, too. I tried to imagine the same **** happening in my own city back home. & it's definitely not a comforting thought to think about soldiers disrupting your lifestyle. I think I'd be ****** if a cobra strafed my neighbor's house or a 1-oh-5 leveled my local 7-11. Deep thoughts like that made me miss my humble abode even more. But Christ, this was war & war is hell & we were ****** for it.
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You're an animal, a ***** ******* animal, And I will hunt you like the beast you are. Maybe I'll slay you with a rifle; firepower suits you well, Or maybe I'll end you with an arrow, swift and silent. More than not it'll be a knife; personal and wicked. Then I will hang you above my mantle piece, So you can watch me sip my tea.
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Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 7:53 PM UTC
becca-keith
Trophy.
You're an animal, a ***** ******* animal, And I will hunt you like the beast you are. Maybe I'll slay you with a rifle; firepower suits you well, Or maybe I'll end you with an arrow, swift and silent. More than not it'll be a knife; personal and wicked. Then I will hang you above my mantle piece, So you can watch me sip my tea.
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60 on behalf of the people. This is also good. 18 Cornelius made three calls. black black black black annually. "Hawaii," and ***** In South Africa, 1. Choose a miserable night, West areas: - South-South manna. Now we have to drink at night, Italian His was not more firepower. Ducks are downloaded. African mirror that is not crystal jellyfish, the good news. However, there is growing out the new film; Standard eight weeks, and in all. It is. This is what the two men. And it was Many products in the 1990s showed that the blind Oh, look kids, boots agencies, the White House - There are about 60, and some of the others. This is football. The great problem is the third black manna in April. 18 people. black and white shutters in three years. "Hawaii," and beautiful. South Africa in the south. At night, very sick child. On the south side. Minamiminamiminamishinng in Italy. black and white shoes. Finally, Medusa glass mirror the African continent. This is the first day of the first Week First of all they are similar. These two guys are getting yellow ink, the new White House for nine months; At the same time, that this commitment Good, and the military. And third, fifth, and wool the big problem. 18 people. Three black black black. "Hawaii," This is it. In South Africa, at night The child is ill. North and South? And it was so Minimaminaminimani and Italy. black and white shoes. Finally, Africa and jellyfish. When a mirror. 1 and think. This is the first month. Work? The first thought. For example, two light shall it be so, what is it that they do not be long, 9, Always fresh wind 3 with a yellow ink and from it the three sons; he came to him, 60 people, The White House said yes. Huntersville, Black black black black black, then, are three 18 The above .. "Hawaii," and ***** In South Africa, 1. West ugly. Italy south of the air and the penumbra. Chico news at noon today, still remain. darken And white shoes. The end of a glass Central Africa It is not a healthy message. jellyfish. the new work it is you want, out of which is what follows. 100 natural enzymes in the digestive system customers. 8 days in the park, but the two together. Many. You must pay attention to three hours. White-yellow nine months, and bright color. ||| Good. Questions Jane Black is a black 50 .. 18. "Hawaii," and ***** 1. South Africa, the bad and the ugly. Italy, at last, it seems that even in the night Do not be afraid to be washed frequently. ||| The blind white shoes. Finally, in the Middle East Jellyfish, and Africa, you are not able to have the heart, ||| For a glass mirror is good news. | The new product is a natural enzymes happy criteria c. 8 days in the Park; But at the same time. Yellow Saffron for several hours if the ink has been revealed White House to end.||
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Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 2:37 PM UTC
johnny-noiπ
Minimaminaminimani Minamiminaminimamishinng
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Fire, fire, countless fires Fire of hate that nobody admires Fire that hurts, maims and kills and innocent victims Fire that burns, cremates and destroys many buildings Fire that is misused Fire that is diffused Countries with more firepower rule A gangster with a heavy fire is used as a fool As a deadly instrument or tool to bully To ****** and to eliminate potential enemies Fires of hate, fires of hell that **** families Fire, fires, uncontrollable fires on the sea Fire, natural fires in California Fire, deadly fires in Gaza More fire, more power, more firepower More power, more fire and more back-asswards power Fire in the kitchen to cook gourmet food, delicious dinner At the fancy cocktail hour That’s my kind of fire, that’s good fire Fire, fire, and ceasefire! Nobody wants war Because war is hate, war is hell at the bar War is nothing but an evil fire War is not a game. War is not natural War is a disaster. War is a man-made hell War is a waste of human lives and resources More water to **** all of fires and all sources The world needs good fire to protect the environment The world wants peace throughout the continent God created One World, One People and One Race And man invented division and many races in this space Man created nepotism, money, hate, envy, discrimination Terrorism, color, greed, betrayal, suffering and corruption Fire, fires, ceasefire! We need rain, more water to quench the fire We need Love to annihilate hate and more love to fire The evil leaders that are destroying our World, our Universe We want Peace and good fire for our World, for Our Universe. Copyright © January 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
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Jan 16, 2025
Jan 16, 2025 at 1:17 PM UTC
60Etncelles60
Fire, Fires, Ceasefire
Fire, fire, countless fires Fire of hate that nobody admires Fire that hurts, maims and kills and innocent victims Fire that burns, cremates and destroys many buildings Fire that is misused Fire that is diffused Countries with more firepower rule A gangster with a heavy fire is used as a fool As a deadly instrument or tool to bully To ****** and to eliminate potential enemies Fires of hate, fires of hell that **** families Fire, fires, uncontrollable fires on the sea Fire, natural fires in California Fire, deadly fires in Gaza More fire, more power, more firepower More power, more fire and more back-asswards power Fire in the kitchen to cook gourmet food, delicious dinner At the fancy cocktail hour That’s my kind of fire, that’s good fire Fire, fire, and ceasefire! Nobody wants war Because war is hate, war is hell at the bar War is nothing but an evil fire War is not a game. War is not natural War is a disaster. War is a man-made hell War is a waste of human lives and resources More water to **** all of fires and all sources The world needs good fire to protect the environment The world wants peace throughout the continent God created One World, One People and One Race And man invented division and many races in this space Man created nepotism, money, hate, envy, discrimination Terrorism, color, greed, betrayal, suffering and corruption Fire, fires, ceasefire! We need rain, more water to quench the fire We need Love to annihilate hate and more love to fire The evil leaders that are destroying our World, our Universe We want Peace and good fire for our World, for Our Universe. Copyright © January 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
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She helps me escape reality, Her voice is my lullaby, Her eyes are asthenic, Her lips is my firepower, Her nose gives me grace, She's my cosmos.
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Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 5:19 AM UTC
Reznor
Her
She helps me escape reality, Her voice is my lullaby, Her eyes are asthenic, Her lips is my firepower, Her nose gives me grace, She's my cosmos.
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We've been betraying our children for generation after generation, government turned state education into indoctrination, media no longer speak the truth; experts in fabrication. How the **** am I supposed to show allegiance to my nation? Fascists masquerade as liberals to silence anyone who disagrees with their agenda, will the day never come when people wake up and realise this **** just can't go on? There can no longer be Right and Left, there's only right and wrong. Immigration, regulation, European legislation; fighting over **** while they indulge in self-congratulation, laughing in our faces while we're running the rat race. Working fifty hours a week to put food on our children's plates. Do you really think they give a **** about democracy? Do you think they care about the suffering of you and me? Do you really think that anything is what it claims to be? All you have to do is open up your eyes, it's plain to see. It's an illusion. It's all collusion. Make no mistake. Let there be no confusion. There's only one solution. This is my conclusion: We need a revolution! # When the tide begins to turn will you flee to higher ground? When the sky begins to burn will you lay your weapons down? Incarcerated in our own land yet we keep them on their thrones. Emancipation only comes by our own hand then together we'll atone. # Don't want to do this by the bullet, the blade or the bomb. If we use violence then we're giving them what they want. Any excuse for the use of firepower. Send in the troops whilst they regroup up in their high towers. They won't hesitate to slaughter us like animals, and so it's evident that we need a new kind of war. But if necessary we will still take it by force. This is a New World Order we're fighting for. Our greatest weapons are our minds and our eyes now. We need to read between the lines, see through the lies now. Draw the digital battle lines. We can rise now! Are you with me? Had enough? Do you despise how we're being asked to select our own dictators? But if we refuse to elect you, you ******* **** takers, and we can keep our resolve, with you repudiated, you shall not be absolved. No adjudicators! We're disillusioned with this intrusion. This is your fate. This will be your occlusion. Our world's reperfusion. Inevitable conclusion. Hail the Revolution! # When the tide begins to turn will you flee to higher ground? When the sky begins to burn will you lay your weapons down? Incarcerated in our own land. Yet we keep them on their thrones. Emancipation only comes by our own hand then together we'll atone. #
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Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 8:33 PM UTC
benmeraki
Illusions
We've been betraying our children for generation after generation, government turned state education into indoctrination, media no longer speak the truth; experts in fabrication. How the **** am I supposed to show allegiance to my nation? Fascists masquerade as liberals to silence anyone who disagrees with their agenda, will the day never come when people wake up and realise this **** just can't go on? There can no longer be Right and Left, there's only right and wrong. Immigration, regulation, European legislation; fighting over **** while they indulge in self-congratulation, laughing in our faces while we're running the rat race. Working fifty hours a week to put food on our children's plates. Do you really think they give a **** about democracy? Do you think they care about the suffering of you and me? Do you really think that anything is what it claims to be? All you have to do is open up your eyes, it's plain to see. It's an illusion. It's all collusion. Make no mistake. Let there be no confusion. There's only one solution. This is my conclusion: We need a revolution! # When the tide begins to turn will you flee to higher ground? When the sky begins to burn will you lay your weapons down? Incarcerated in our own land yet we keep them on their thrones. Emancipation only comes by our own hand then together we'll atone. # Don't want to do this by the bullet, the blade or the bomb. If we use violence then we're giving them what they want. Any excuse for the use of firepower. Send in the troops whilst they regroup up in their high towers. They won't hesitate to slaughter us like animals, and so it's evident that we need a new kind of war. But if necessary we will still take it by force. This is a New World Order we're fighting for. Our greatest weapons are our minds and our eyes now. We need to read between the lines, see through the lies now. Draw the digital battle lines. We can rise now! Are you with me? Had enough? Do you despise how we're being asked to select our own dictators? But if we refuse to elect you, you ******* **** takers, and we can keep our resolve, with you repudiated, you shall not be absolved. No adjudicators! We're disillusioned with this intrusion. This is your fate. This will be your occlusion. Our world's reperfusion. Inevitable conclusion. Hail the Revolution! # When the tide begins to turn will you flee to higher ground? When the sky begins to burn will you lay your weapons down? Incarcerated in our own land. Yet we keep them on their thrones. Emancipation only comes by our own hand then together we'll atone. #
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First Letter Each day we wake up at seven And at the end at least six of us are in heaven It’s one of the worst things I’ve seen I don’t know about you but these Germans are mean Once we played a game of football While we played there were six German solders standing on the Berlin wall They only had limited firepower But took out twelve of us, only a few of us made it back to the look out tower Apparently the war could be over at the end of the week Five countries have already surrendered Just Japan The UK and US are coming up with a plan Second Letter Good news honey While we searched for ****** We came across his stash of money Also Japan have given up So we have won the war So see you in a few days baby (Knock at the door) Mrs. Shovels, I’m sorry to say but your husband has been killed A German bomb killed his unit The blast was so quick I don’t think he would have felt it Once again I am ever so sorry
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Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 1:13 PM UTC
craig-harrison
World war 2
First Letter Each day we wake up at seven And at the end at least six of us are in heaven It’s one of the worst things I’ve seen I don’t know about you but these Germans are mean Once we played a game of football While we played there were six German solders standing on the Berlin wall They only had limited firepower But took out twelve of us, only a few of us made it back to the look out tower Apparently the war could be over at the end of the week Five countries have already surrendered Just Japan The UK and US are coming up with a plan Second Letter Good news honey While we searched for ****** We came across his stash of money Also Japan have given up So we have won the war So see you in a few days baby (Knock at the door) Mrs. Shovels, I’m sorry to say but your husband has been killed A German bomb killed his unit The blast was so quick I don’t think he would have felt it Once again I am ever so sorry
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She helps me escape reality, Her voice is my lullaby, Her eyes are asthenic, Her lips is my firepower, Her nose gives me grace, She's my cosmos.
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 11:15 PM UTC
Reznor
Her
She helps me escape reality, Her voice is my lullaby, Her eyes are asthenic, Her lips is my firepower, Her nose gives me grace, She's my cosmos.
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AFTER THE ROW Built an over large snowman on your front doorstep & hid behind it. Rang your doorbell until you were annoyed by it. “Yes...yes! ” you flung open the door to be confronted with a snowman telling you he loved you until slowly your heart began to melt. **** SNOWBALL WARS! Use a shiny blue megaphone to magnify the menace in my voice. My snarl barks curt commands as authentic as any movie scene I've seen with a Rod Steiger fat ugly cop tone. 'We know you're in there! ' 'We've got the house surrounded! ' 'You don't stand a chance! ' 'Give yourself up & come out with yer hands up! ' And, it's true: I have ringed the house with an army of snowmen (some better trained than others) others a little shaky nothing more than half-made rookies. Their nasty little coal black eyes trained on the door a snowball in each of their twitchy twiggy fingers more for effect than actual firepower. I command from behind the line. My little pyramid of snowballs at the ready waits eagerly at my right hand longing to be thrown. A tense suspenseful second that seems to last for ever then suddenly you emerge a human blur dashing from the door like the last freeze frame from BUTCH CASSIDY & THE SUNDANCE KID. My army of snowmen are caught on the hop frozen to the spot not expecting the unexpected. 'What now...boss? ' they scream losing their nerve. You are armed to the teeth with snowballs frozen from the fridge one or two snowmen have already lost their heads another has his snowball shot from his hand as you break through the cordon determined to take me down. Get me (you reckon) & all the snowmen will just cave in turn & run. Your lipstick yells redly (voice made visible) I take a snowball to the heart fall in almost slow motion as you leap upon me kiss me ...to death!
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Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 11:13 AM UTC
donall-dempsey
AFTER THE ROW
AFTER THE ROW Built an over large snowman on your front doorstep & hid behind it. Rang your doorbell until you were annoyed by it. “Yes...yes! ” you flung open the door to be confronted with a snowman telling you he loved you until slowly your heart began to melt. **** SNOWBALL WARS! Use a shiny blue megaphone to magnify the menace in my voice. My snarl barks curt commands as authentic as any movie scene I've seen with a Rod Steiger fat ugly cop tone. 'We know you're in there! ' 'We've got the house surrounded! ' 'You don't stand a chance! ' 'Give yourself up & come out with yer hands up! ' And, it's true: I have ringed the house with an army of snowmen (some better trained than others) others a little shaky nothing more than half-made rookies. Their nasty little coal black eyes trained on the door a snowball in each of their twitchy twiggy fingers more for effect than actual firepower. I command from behind the line. My little pyramid of snowballs at the ready waits eagerly at my right hand longing to be thrown. A tense suspenseful second that seems to last for ever then suddenly you emerge a human blur dashing from the door like the last freeze frame from BUTCH CASSIDY & THE SUNDANCE KID. My army of snowmen are caught on the hop frozen to the spot not expecting the unexpected. 'What now...boss? ' they scream losing their nerve. You are armed to the teeth with snowballs frozen from the fridge one or two snowmen have already lost their heads another has his snowball shot from his hand as you break through the cordon determined to take me down. Get me (you reckon) & all the snowmen will just cave in turn & run. Your lipstick yells redly (voice made visible) I take a snowball to the heart fall in almost slow motion as you leap upon me kiss me ...to death!
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For a mad minute we came down on ropes, fanned out & secured a perimeter, then sat there for what seemed like hours. Somewhere in the distance a lone dog barked as if infected. A small fire glowed from the East. When the dust finally settled, each star gazed down on us, exposed, lying about in sheer darkness. Peering through goggles of LED-green, we witnessed only the jackals that had surrounded us, but came no closer, as they sensed immediate danger. And we were, had enough firepower to level a village and then some. I’m positive they found our target the next morning, a very bad guy missing his head & nothing else. But we left everything as we had found it, not a single bush smashed or button dropped, just one more on our most wanted list dropped.
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Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 8:15 PM UTC
jonny-angel
One More On The List Dropped
For a mad minute we came down on ropes, fanned out & secured a perimeter, then sat there for what seemed like hours. Somewhere in the distance a lone dog barked as if infected. A small fire glowed from the East. When the dust finally settled, each star gazed down on us, exposed, lying about in sheer darkness. Peering through goggles of LED-green, we witnessed only the jackals that had surrounded us, but came no closer, as they sensed immediate danger. And we were, had enough firepower to level a village and then some. I’m positive they found our target the next morning, a very bad guy missing his head & nothing else. But we left everything as we had found it, not a single bush smashed or button dropped, just one more on our most wanted list dropped.
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I’m suffering. Tears of gasoline, beaded down my cheeks. And Darling, your kisses are the firepower. You want to see how long I can stand to suffer Without speaking? Honey, keep preaching to the choir. I refuse to speak, In fear that I will choke on my own words- Infused with negativity and Melancholy blues you used to Sing to me. That subtle, lackadaisical smile That got me to fall so hard in the first place Means nothing to me now. You’re artistically numbing my creativity With those vacant eyes… I used to see the sunset in them, And now, I can only see your Tilted and twisted views on society And the love ones who surround you. You may be blind and wounded, But at least the old dog can smell That I am indeed, In heat.
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Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 3:18 PM UTC
lunamoonbug
Tears are Burning-
I’m suffering. Tears of gasoline, beaded down my cheeks. And Darling, your kisses are the firepower. You want to see how long I can stand to suffer Without speaking? Honey, keep preaching to the choir. I refuse to speak, In fear that I will choke on my own words- Infused with negativity and Melancholy blues you used to Sing to me. That subtle, lackadaisical smile That got me to fall so hard in the first place Means nothing to me now. You’re artistically numbing my creativity With those vacant eyes… I used to see the sunset in them, And now, I can only see your Tilted and twisted views on society And the love ones who surround you. You may be blind and wounded, But at least the old dog can smell That I am indeed, In heat.
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