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It's never quite right, he said, the way people look, the way the music sounds, the way the words are written. It's never quite right, he said, all the things we are taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we die, all the lives we live, they are never quite right, they are hardly close to right, these lives we live one after the other, piled there as history, the waste of the species, the crushing of the light and the way, it's not quite right, it's hardly right at all he said. don't I know it? I answered. I walked away from the mirror. it was morning, it was afternoon, it was night nothing changed it was locked in place. something flashed, something broke, something remained. I walked down the stairway and into it.
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Cut While Shaving
1 It was one of those clear,sharp.mustless days That summer and man delight in. Never had Heaven seemed quite so high, Never had earth seemed quite so green, Never had the world seemed quite so clean Or sky so nigh. And I heard the Deity’s voice in The sun’s warm rays, And the white cloud’s intricate maze, And the blue sky’s beautiful sheen. 2 I looked to the heavens and saw him there,— A black speck downward drifting, Nearer and nearer he steadily sailed, Nearer and nearer he slid through space, In an unending aerial race, This sailor who hailed From the Clime of the Clouds.—Ever shifting, On billows of air And the blue sky seemed never so fair, And the rest of the world kept pace. 3 On the white of his head the sun flashed bright; And he battled the wind with wide pinions, Clearer and clearer the gale whistled loud, Clearer and clearer he came into view,— Bigger and blacker against the blue. Then a dragon of cloud Gathering all its minions Rushed to the fight, And swallowed him up in a bite; And the sky lay empty clear through. 4 Long I watched. And at last afar Caught sight of a speck in the vastness; Ever smaller,ever decreasing, Ever drifting,drifting awayInto the endless realms of day; Finally ceasing. So into Heaven’s vast fastness Vanished that bar Of black,as a fluttering star Goes out while still on its way. 5 So I lost him. But I shall always see In my mind The warm,yellow sun,and the ether free; The vista’s sky,and the white cloud trailing, Trailing behind,— And below the young earth’s summer-green arbors, And on high the eagle,—sailing,sailing Into far skies and unknown harbors
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The Eagle
1 It was one of those clear,sharp.mustless days That summer and man delight in. Never had Heaven seemed quite so high, Never had earth seemed quite so green, Never had the world seemed quite so clean Or sky so nigh. And I heard the Deity’s voice in The sun’s warm rays, And the white cloud’s intricate maze, And the blue sky’s beautiful sheen. 2 I looked to the heavens and saw him there,— A black speck downward drifting, Nearer and nearer he steadily sailed, Nearer and nearer he slid through space, In an unending aerial race, This sailor who hailed From the Clime of the Clouds.—Ever shifting, On billows of air And the blue sky seemed never so fair, And the rest of the world kept pace. 3 On the white of his head the sun flashed bright; And he battled the wind with wide pinions, Clearer and clearer the gale whistled loud, Clearer and clearer he came into view,— Bigger and blacker against the blue. Then a dragon of cloud Gathering all its minions Rushed to the fight, And swallowed him up in a bite; And the sky lay empty clear through. 4 Long I watched. And at last afar Caught sight of a speck in the vastness; Ever smaller,ever decreasing, Ever drifting,drifting awayInto the endless realms of day; Finally ceasing. So into Heaven’s vast fastness Vanished that bar Of black,as a fluttering star Goes out while still on its way. 5 So I lost him. But I shall always see In my mind The warm,yellow sun,and the ether free; The vista’s sky,and the white cloud trailing, Trailing behind,— And below the young earth’s summer-green arbors, And on high the eagle,—sailing,sailing Into far skies and unknown harbors
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*I woke up this morning and my name flashed on T.V. They said i blew up places , they said i killed masses . Men , women & children I murdered them all. Who am I ? I am a muslim and i am taking this fall. They used my name and spread the terror. I am not them , it surely is an error. We, muslims, are the holders of peace , we spread love. Why am I being  represented by their false actions. I am a person, with different notions. World will now brand me a terrorist. Don't judge me by their actions , I insist. I am not them, they pilfered my name. They inflicted libel , and my religion to defame . I have been robbed , robbed of my name. I am a muslim , human like you , all the same. My name has been robbed , my identity stolen I deprecate the terror and mourn for fallen. There are millions like me and humanity lies in our depths. But we are all victims of Identity Theft* ...............
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 12:20 AM UTC
The Identity Theft
Before killing him, your last moments flashed. Those despairing eyes, that begging grasp you died with, and it hit me. At that moment, I finally understood. It never brooded you don't want me to avenge your unjustified death. I didn't know you'll realize before anyone I'll slowly embrace a hideous monster and torture those who tortured you. Eventually, I pulled the trigger and fired. I can't go back. I've came a very long way and can't go back now. I avenged your death and avenged my pain                            and lost myself forever.
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Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 1:59 AM UTC
A Murderer Named Revenge
Departure the welcoming light to walk slowly into the darkness Wedged between night and day, for a split second The splendor the Sunset Walker can see is captivating Observing the color of the cloud's and sun's transformation Seeing reflection transition flashed across the sky The eyes take pictures of this wonder and describe it So others can feel that they are walking along beside you. Copyright 2013 All Rights Reserved
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Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 3:44 PM UTC
Sunset Walker
Someone asked me if I knew you              A million memories flashed through my mind but I just smiled and said I used to
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Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 9:25 PM UTC
Memories
The diamonds shone like broken glass Upon the midnight street And all atop the walls were wet Their white eyes glint & sleek Then from afar a gnome appeared An angel flashed on furry feet The boulevard became a river While waiting crowds began to quiver I was in a motel watching Whiskey in my hand Her breath was soft, the wind was warm Someone in a room was born ~~~ Accomplishments: To make works in the face of the void To gain form, identity To rise from the herd-crowd Public favor Public fervor even the bitter Poet-Madman is a clown Treading the boards ~~~ Cold electric music Damage me Rend my mind w/your dark slumber Cold temple of steel Cold minds alive on the strangled shore Veterans of foreign wars We are the soldiers of Rock & Roll Wars ~~~ Whether to be a great cagey perfumed beast dying under the sweet patronage of Kings & exist like luxuriant flowers beneath the emblems of their Strange empire or by mere insouciant faith slap them, call their cards spit on fate & cast hell to flames in usury by dying, nobly we could exist like innocent trolls propogate our revels & give the finger to the gods in our private bedrooms let’s rather, maybe, perhaps, get ******* out in the open, & by swelling, jubilantly Magnificently, end them.
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The Connectors -2
I always suspected electricity Ran rampant through my veins To make me dazed and dizzy But unable to sit still It made me prone to flights of fancy So I left giddy trails of sparks Blazing proof of my restlessness That once brightly caught your eye Once your gaze had found my own My moods came in swooning flares And you crackled alongside me Filling my aching, empty silence With shiny, blessed noise We burned so beautifully With my electric fire And your trilling declamations Light and sound intertwining Like thunder that had finally caught up with its lightning It seemed like Nature's order A completion of the whole Two halves that followed each other Unthinkingly and automatically So one day when I found silence It felt like Earth itself was splitting Panicked, I burned more brightly Stoked the fire just in case I feared that I had dimmed And been the cause of this new quietness So when I still heard nothing I thought my efforts insufficient And I ran my highest currents Until my wires nearly melted Thinking the sun and I were comparable And anticipating a response And still I heard no trilling No crackling at my side So I wondered if perhaps I had shined beyond your limits Swiftly, I contracted Reined in my flares and doused the fire Thinking sudden darkness Might just shock you into sound I finally heard the faintest popping Not quite the rending that I wanted But a break from quiet all the same Afraid of spoiling the moment I leashed my electricity Kept myself dim so I could hear you Though I felt the writhing beneath my skin It finally became unbearable So I flashed like wild lightning Lashed out and struck the ground Hoping for your thunder A dark and roiling storm Swirling raindrops and clouds colliding And deep, ugly noise All I wanted was your thunder But in the end It was only me yelling Screaming out for downpours Alone Listening to my own echoes Waiting for you to harmonize In the end I was always waiting Wondering when you'd chosen silence Wondering why I'd let you dim me Wondering how it was we'd ever burned
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Nov 27, 2010
Nov 27, 2010 at 1:45 PM UTC
Screaming Out For Downpours
I always suspected electricity Ran rampant through my veins To make me dazed and dizzy But unable to sit still It made me prone to flights of fancy So I left giddy trails of sparks Blazing proof of my restlessness That once brightly caught your eye Once your gaze had found my own My moods came in swooning flares And you crackled alongside me Filling my aching, empty silence With shiny, blessed noise We burned so beautifully With my electric fire And your trilling declamations Light and sound intertwining Like thunder that had finally caught up with its lightning It seemed like Nature's order A completion of the whole Two halves that followed each other Unthinkingly and automatically So one day when I found silence It felt like Earth itself was splitting Panicked, I burned more brightly Stoked the fire just in case I feared that I had dimmed And been the cause of this new quietness So when I still heard nothing I thought my efforts insufficient And I ran my highest currents Until my wires nearly melted Thinking the sun and I were comparable And anticipating a response And still I heard no trilling No crackling at my side So I wondered if perhaps I had shined beyond your limits Swiftly, I contracted Reined in my flares and doused the fire Thinking sudden darkness Might just shock you into sound I finally heard the faintest popping Not quite the rending that I wanted But a break from quiet all the same Afraid of spoiling the moment I leashed my electricity Kept myself dim so I could hear you Though I felt the writhing beneath my skin It finally became unbearable So I flashed like wild lightning Lashed out and struck the ground Hoping for your thunder A dark and roiling storm Swirling raindrops and clouds colliding And deep, ugly noise All I wanted was your thunder But in the end It was only me yelling Screaming out for downpours Alone Listening to my own echoes Waiting for you to harmonize In the end I was always waiting Wondering when you'd chosen silence Wondering why I'd let you dim me Wondering how it was we'd ever burned
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A haze of smoke Blurs the picture Lipstick stains the Cigarette that flickers Red painted nails Tap the frozen rails Champagne bottle, Dating back to Versailles Blacked out eyes, matching skin Bruise alike **** it with a shot of gin Little white flowers Shot with a polaroid Symbolize my paranoia Pastel colors litter my eyes Watching the rain fall As time flies by Twinkling Lights of the city skyline Closed eyes, sip of wine Hot coffee, big sweaters Take a sip, enjoy the weather Old book Faded maps And worn out ball caps Gold jewelry flashed about Parties thrown in nthe underground Now I begin, haven't you heard? Aesthetic is in, what a beautiful word.
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Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 2:15 PM UTC
Aesthetic
I come from New Orleans where the swingers hook up with the singers, and the boxes have a person inside who speak to you through a thick horizontal slot in the door. You come from Minnesota where the most aggressive sentence is “Hi, how are you” and you’ve attended church every Sunday of your life, even though you don’t really believe in god. We came to the West to skate with the surfer junkies. But then the harbors got bombed and we moved out East to see the hipsters and the artists beggin on the streets. We went to the South with the racists and bigots were dying for a good show. We moved up North to escape from the 70s, and with the 80s on the rise we figured we’d best stay away. The 70s were rockin’ with **** and LSD in parks and concerts, and on benches on the streets. The smoke in the air was everywhere, from the slums in Wisconsin to the cities of Dallas. Even the poor were lost in the haze. When the 80s arrived with Rock ‘n’ Roll and techno beats from windowsills upstairs. The music was groovin’ and the ladies were fine. We saw billboards of our names in neon orange lights. The *** was replaced by coke, and the LSD with ****** singing and swinging with delight in our eyes. When the AIDS broke out we were sick in our beds listening to Pink Floyd and Elton John, and still we were singing. The 70s got us high while the 80s made us die We lived through wars in Vietnam, and Korea; we fought back the communists with red ink on our hands. We broke down the door into China and got them to arrive in the present and join the world. Although their chairman sits on a chair of lies he leads them with an angry fist in the air pumping “three cheers for Mao”. “Three cheers for Mao”. When the Soviets launched themselves to the moon we responded with our money and flashed our shiny new machinery in their faces. We marked our territory and claimed triumphantly that “We’re the best”. And we launched our war nukes and pinned them into intimidation. Then the Cubans sought revenge for the death of the Pigs on their Bay. With rifles in hand we stormed the beach and unearthed Castro and his regime. With our beds soaked in blood, and our dreams covered with fog, hand in hand we lay. We recalled the dances in the backs of old Cafes where the passwords were as simple as three quick knocks and two slow ones. We remembered the guns that pierced the heavenly chorus for the negros in the south. And we thought about the music of the 70s and the death in the 80s and I thought about you for a minute more.
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Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 4:29 PM UTC
Untitled
I come from New Orleans where the swingers hook up with the singers, and the boxes have a person inside who speak to you through a thick horizontal slot in the door. You come from Minnesota where the most aggressive sentence is “Hi, how are you” and you’ve attended church every Sunday of your life, even though you don’t really believe in god. We came to the West to skate with the surfer junkies. But then the harbors got bombed and we moved out East to see the hipsters and the artists beggin on the streets. We went to the South with the racists and bigots were dying for a good show. We moved up North to escape from the 70s, and with the 80s on the rise we figured we’d best stay away. The 70s were rockin’ with **** and LSD in parks and concerts, and on benches on the streets. The smoke in the air was everywhere, from the slums in Wisconsin to the cities of Dallas. Even the poor were lost in the haze. When the 80s arrived with Rock ‘n’ Roll and techno beats from windowsills upstairs. The music was groovin’ and the ladies were fine. We saw billboards of our names in neon orange lights. The *** was replaced by coke, and the LSD with ****** singing and swinging with delight in our eyes. When the AIDS broke out we were sick in our beds listening to Pink Floyd and Elton John, and still we were singing. The 70s got us high while the 80s made us die We lived through wars in Vietnam, and Korea; we fought back the communists with red ink on our hands. We broke down the door into China and got them to arrive in the present and join the world. Although their chairman sits on a chair of lies he leads them with an angry fist in the air pumping “three cheers for Mao”. “Three cheers for Mao”. When the Soviets launched themselves to the moon we responded with our money and flashed our shiny new machinery in their faces. We marked our territory and claimed triumphantly that “We’re the best”. And we launched our war nukes and pinned them into intimidation. Then the Cubans sought revenge for the death of the Pigs on their Bay. With rifles in hand we stormed the beach and unearthed Castro and his regime. With our beds soaked in blood, and our dreams covered with fog, hand in hand we lay. We recalled the dances in the backs of old Cafes where the passwords were as simple as three quick knocks and two slow ones. We remembered the guns that pierced the heavenly chorus for the negros in the south. And we thought about the music of the 70s and the death in the 80s and I thought about you for a minute more.
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It was almost 10 oclock, their eyes heavy as rocks, Erik and Jamal headed home The fork in the road that they've always known to mean they tread on all alone They made their embrace and started their pace and Erik did not hasten much Jamal however was quick to endeavor, because mama had told him to rush They walked their separate ways, reflected on their days, and coveted what tomorrow would bring At that very moment, their train of thought stolen, by the bellow of sirens they sing A large police van rolled upon each young man, and flashed a light on each of their face They told Erik hurry, his mom needn't worry, yet they questioned young Jamal's pace They told him get down, he got on the ground and struggled in his discomfort Erik heard a bang in the night, that had gave him a fright, and thought to himself where'd it come from?
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Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 12:59 PM UTC
Privilege
The first new star flashed waves of blue tonight , securing my belief in the afterlife A grove of ferns lit my imagination For I became a shipwrecked captain - that stumbled upon an island nation Exploring the deep jungle without machete , potable water nor compass Knee deep in mangrove forest Tropical winds whispered and moaned A lean-to of fronds became my maritime home In the presence of a million stars An army of sand ***** paraded before - their newfound master from near and afar Crashing waves lulled a poor sailor to rest The whispers of Poseidon A dream about a lookout in the crows nest Counting orbs in the tail of the Milky Way- with visions of mermaids , ghost ships and rogue waves
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Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 9:05 PM UTC
Skipper for a Spell ....
Shopping outfashioned hunting and gathering, Processed beats fresh, Groceries replaced fruit trees, Malls superceded forests, Churches outnumbered temples, Countries dissolved to territories, Places devolved to areas, Paths broke down into highways, Commodity converted to currency, Laborers submit to machinery, Masters engage in humbug, Apprentices reduced to students, Knowledge downgraded to education, And education is deducted to a show of grades, While schools are the stages, And the corporate world is the bigger runway, With work slumped to employment, Wisdom demoted to profession, Where in jobs are the only future, Careers are the only success, Clicking and pressing buttons are skills, Computers are correspondent to brains, Information refers to news reports, Intelligence means up-to-dateness, Browsing is preferable to reading, Studying is in demand more than learning, Viewing things flashed on screens yields awareness, Transportation is to traveling, As buying is to the three basic needs, And needs embody worldly possessions, Worldly possessions define happiness, Happiness is due to selfishness, Selfishness is traced to the lack of love, The lack of love draws from the lack of faith, Because faith stands for religion, And religion stands for membership, Where politicians are the gods, Celebrities are the preachers, And the preachers are the enemies, While networking is equal to friendship, And connection equates to communication, Experiences require photos, Memories necessitate uploading, Souvenirs can be downloaded, Smartphones are substitute to pets, Gadgets are toys, Holding controllers is playing, Watching TV is exploring the great outdoors, Internet is recreation, And technology is a way of life; While humans are scientists, Nature is a guinea pig, And the earth is a laboratory, Where prices are misidentified for worth, Processes are miscalculated as progress, Impoverishment is confused with improvement, And getting more is mistaken as getting better; And then we wonder why Homes have become houses, Family members have become boarders, Nations are separate species Composed of tired and hungry citizens, Children are monsters Who are biochemically rascals, Teenagers are zombies Whose adventures lead to delinquency, Adults are robots Who just clang when touched, And life is not so simple As how it is said to be.
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Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 5:40 AM UTC
The Nth Trial-and-error
Shopping outfashioned hunting and gathering, Processed beats fresh, Groceries replaced fruit trees, Malls superceded forests, Churches outnumbered temples, Countries dissolved to territories, Places devolved to areas, Paths broke down into highways, Commodity converted to currency, Laborers submit to machinery, Masters engage in humbug, Apprentices reduced to students, Knowledge downgraded to education, And education is deducted to a show of grades, While schools are the stages, And the corporate world is the bigger runway, With work slumped to employment, Wisdom demoted to profession, Where in jobs are the only future, Careers are the only success, Clicking and pressing buttons are skills, Computers are correspondent to brains, Information refers to news reports, Intelligence means up-to-dateness, Browsing is preferable to reading, Studying is in demand more than learning, Viewing things flashed on screens yields awareness, Transportation is to traveling, As buying is to the three basic needs, And needs embody worldly possessions, Worldly possessions define happiness, Happiness is due to selfishness, Selfishness is traced to the lack of love, The lack of love draws from the lack of faith, Because faith stands for religion, And religion stands for membership, Where politicians are the gods, Celebrities are the preachers, And the preachers are the enemies, While networking is equal to friendship, And connection equates to communication, Experiences require photos, Memories necessitate uploading, Souvenirs can be downloaded, Smartphones are substitute to pets, Gadgets are toys, Holding controllers is playing, Watching TV is exploring the great outdoors, Internet is recreation, And technology is a way of life; While humans are scientists, Nature is a guinea pig, And the earth is a laboratory, Where prices are misidentified for worth, Processes are miscalculated as progress, Impoverishment is confused with improvement, And getting more is mistaken as getting better; And then we wonder why Homes have become houses, Family members have become boarders, Nations are separate species Composed of tired and hungry citizens, Children are monsters Who are biochemically rascals, Teenagers are zombies Whose adventures lead to delinquency, Adults are robots Who just clang when touched, And life is not so simple As how it is said to be.
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So that's the Kudu-Horn used on your Prize: The Kind which no Mundial will ever blow To pity their Ears; And Focus revise But Senior Petrol in Love filled her Glow: In turn flashed her Grin as a Cool Relief, Humbled her Lady and recalled you Friend Indeed, the Word so long etched in Belief Was the Same Sharp Sound which caused Fans to spend And did this Spike ever taught you to Boast Though Genious the Temple Beggar reminds: That Good Deeds Un-Posted are Noble Toast But Kisses under the Fender are Fine. I guess what's left to do this Summer's End Is Toot that Horn; And Flames burn Flames again.
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Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 3:55 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - FIFTY-ONE - TOM DALEY
Chereè, Chereè...Her mommy cried and warned her to be careful, 3 months ago she left home for L.A in hopes for becoming a star. Five foot five, dark green eyes, skin complexion as a beige princess, at a pool party in the hills she met the producer to both whoms sparked interest. She had a voice of gold, a personality so bold, and he had the fill to her mold. So she thought, So she was told, Chereè was gullible a young 19 years old. She moved in with Jazzy, fell in love with him, and his savvy, way of making her feel so **** and strong. For three months he lead her on, head and *** every other night and she never recorded one song. Then he came to her and asking, "Baby do love me…Baby do you care." Thirty minutes after she finished her makeup and hair, they stared into each others eyes, he gave her a tender kiss as he caressed her thighs. "I love you girl, and I always will." As she strapped her heels, he uttered a comment about how love doesn't pay the bills. North Hollywood, for weeks the pay was good, until the night she climbed in the SUV. "What's your name sweetheart." "Whatever you want it to be." She hopped in the truck, and he had something tucked, he turned and flashed L.A.P.D. Just do me this one, and I'll let you go…and she prayed to just get back on the stroll. They went in the back seat, the ***** cop was a freak, he used his cuffs to tie up her hands and feet. She waited till he was weak, he came and then she beat, her elbows into his head and felt for the keys under the seat. He whipped out an 8 inch blade and slit her throat. He kept stabbing, and he ever choked her.....looked at the body, and rolled it over, took his cuffs and gave her a soft kiss on the shoulder, he wiped tears and blood from his face with her thong, because he told her……that'd he let her go. He dumped Chereè on the side of the road, and took off for his Beverly Hills home.………And her mother told her to be careful.
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Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 7:33 PM UTC
Careful
Chereè, Chereè...Her mommy cried and warned her to be careful, 3 months ago she left home for L.A in hopes for becoming a star. Five foot five, dark green eyes, skin complexion as a beige princess, at a pool party in the hills she met the producer to both whoms sparked interest. She had a voice of gold, a personality so bold, and he had the fill to her mold. So she thought, So she was told, Chereè was gullible a young 19 years old. She moved in with Jazzy, fell in love with him, and his savvy, way of making her feel so **** and strong. For three months he lead her on, head and *** every other night and she never recorded one song. Then he came to her and asking, "Baby do love me…Baby do you care." Thirty minutes after she finished her makeup and hair, they stared into each others eyes, he gave her a tender kiss as he caressed her thighs. "I love you girl, and I always will." As she strapped her heels, he uttered a comment about how love doesn't pay the bills. North Hollywood, for weeks the pay was good, until the night she climbed in the SUV. "What's your name sweetheart." "Whatever you want it to be." She hopped in the truck, and he had something tucked, he turned and flashed L.A.P.D. Just do me this one, and I'll let you go…and she prayed to just get back on the stroll. They went in the back seat, the ***** cop was a freak, he used his cuffs to tie up her hands and feet. She waited till he was weak, he came and then she beat, her elbows into his head and felt for the keys under the seat. He whipped out an 8 inch blade and slit her throat. He kept stabbing, and he ever choked her.....looked at the body, and rolled it over, took his cuffs and gave her a soft kiss on the shoulder, he wiped tears and blood from his face with her thong, because he told her……that'd he let her go. He dumped Chereè on the side of the road, and took off for his Beverly Hills home.………And her mother told her to be careful.
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And she fell and fell down the hole..Hit the bottom and remained there Darkness and depression surrounded her She was too weak to move or speak And so weeks turned into month turned into years One day she opened her eyes and a slice of bread lay in her lap Hesitant at first she nibbled it The next day there were two slices and she ate them Time passed until she felt strong enough stand up Determined she climbed up the hole again Above the ground she was flashed by the sudden brightness The cerulean blue sky The soft breeze The birds singing mellifluous songs The sweet scent of honeysuckle…. She was not used to it But she found bliss in all these things Years passed but one day She returned to the entrance of the hole with a wheelbarrow of soil And filled it up until it was no longer So that nobody could ever go there
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Mar 25, 2023
Mar 25, 2023 at 5:09 AM UTC
Maybe
And, now one and all, step inside! Make way for the latest attraction: The greatest & latest new carnival ride Filled with excitement and action!! And nobody knew what was in store as they buckled themselves in tightly. And it twisted and turned & so much more as the lights all around flashed brightly. And they screamed with delight due to the thrill of the ride and they came back each night to go back inside. and again & again they came back for more because of the joy it supplied until the carnival was no more and they missed the great carnival ride. © 1997
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Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 11:17 PM UTC
The Carnival Ride
Forth flashed the serpent streak of steel, Consummate crown of man's device; Down crashed upon an immobile And brainless barrier of ice. Courage! The grey gods shoot a laughing lip: - Let not faith founder with the ship! We reel before the blows of fate; Our stout souls stagger at the shock. Oh! there is Something ultimate Fixed faster than the living rock. Courage! Catastrophe beyond belief Harden our hearts to fear and grief! The gods upon the Titans shower Their high intolerable scorn; But no god knoweth in what hour A new Prometheus may be born. Courage! Man to his doom goes driving down; A crown of thorns is still a crown! No power of nature shall withstand At last the spirit of mankind: It is not built upon the sand; It is not wastrel to the wind. Courage! Disaster and destruction tend To taller triumph in the end.
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The Titanic
Little girls with their hair in pig tails old men chatting away over a game of cards the endless clapping of heels on concrete madness business men in suits and ties faces melding to iPhones catholic priests ******* kids they know his name danger in a lightning flashed smile panic in a thunder clapped laugh they know his name but it never leaves their tongues he dances in the gaps of their teeth and chips away at our heart strings incessant whispers in our ears telling us what we want what we need he stands off in the shadowed corners of every forgotten room in every one time family home as we watch our worlds crumble around us if Christ lives inside of all then he has one hell of a roommate
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Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 11:05 AM UTC
Roommates in Hell
Shadows are real they move when you don’t want them too When you think your taking steps further away, and they slowly move closer towards you Flash light and colors in your face, sending you signals But I’m only human, don’t they know I’m not bilingual? Or has the crack made me lucid Feel the presence of the other side Why did they choose to torture me? Because I didn’t hide? Because I kept getting High? Maybe because I was close This devils dying to taste me, inching closer every time I crush his powder. Making ticks on the clock louder, every minute of every hour. Our connection was inevitable, I could tell how bad he wanted to break through Enough for him to convince me, crashing my car was how I’d get to you. Your cheeky in the way you move Fed on my weakness because you’d know I’d listen But you’ve mistaken my blood shot eyes, for ones that glisten. How could you think I’d be that easy? I’m stronger than you realize, It insults me you mistook me for a phoney You’ve been taunting me for years, how infuriating that your voices haven’t made me enough lonely Your angry, losing patience in the divided line But your poison kept me alive when it came down to my life and a telephone line I’m a fool, not foolish. Near sighted, not blind You made me weakest, gave false hopes on becoming yours and no longer mine I’ve realized maybe you wanted me to meet my real demons While they flashed red and blue in the taillight behind I can’t decide if you wanted me at the bottom As payment for my sins Or gave me an opportunity to start solving all the real problems, The ones from within. I can’t find the right words yet. I’m hoping this was our last dance But I mean it when I say I met my maker I know this time is my time, a real second chance.
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Feb 9, 2022
Feb 9, 2022 at 4:26 PM UTC
Demons
Shadows are real they move when you don’t want them too When you think your taking steps further away, and they slowly move closer towards you Flash light and colors in your face, sending you signals But I’m only human, don’t they know I’m not bilingual? Or has the crack made me lucid Feel the presence of the other side Why did they choose to torture me? Because I didn’t hide? Because I kept getting High? Maybe because I was close This devils dying to taste me, inching closer every time I crush his powder. Making ticks on the clock louder, every minute of every hour. Our connection was inevitable, I could tell how bad he wanted to break through Enough for him to convince me, crashing my car was how I’d get to you. Your cheeky in the way you move Fed on my weakness because you’d know I’d listen But you’ve mistaken my blood shot eyes, for ones that glisten. How could you think I’d be that easy? I’m stronger than you realize, It insults me you mistook me for a phoney You’ve been taunting me for years, how infuriating that your voices haven’t made me enough lonely Your angry, losing patience in the divided line But your poison kept me alive when it came down to my life and a telephone line I’m a fool, not foolish. Near sighted, not blind You made me weakest, gave false hopes on becoming yours and no longer mine I’ve realized maybe you wanted me to meet my real demons While they flashed red and blue in the taillight behind I can’t decide if you wanted me at the bottom As payment for my sins Or gave me an opportunity to start solving all the real problems, The ones from within. I can’t find the right words yet. I’m hoping this was our last dance But I mean it when I say I met my maker I know this time is my time, a real second chance.
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I saw you standing there I know you cannot bear With weary eyes and skin so dry You looked down wanting to cry You want to hide in unknown places Kept running away from your fears Covering up your ears To the words you don't want to hear Storming days suddenly passed You didn't moved until the sunlight flashed You looked up and surveyed the sky Finally found a reason to smile
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Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 8:26 AM UTC
Reason to smile
Each sunday, the owner's face lit up as I popped in the neighborhood bodega in need of paper towels, soap, toothpaste. Occasionally, when I uttered the word “purple,” his brown eyes glowed and he flashed me a smile as he fetched the Trojan condoms behind the counter. This week, I came in on saturday, he looked pleasantly surprised to see me, earlier in the week. until I reached the counter holding tampons, desperate to stop my leaking body. In my humanity, I was no longer **** not worthy of a smile. Nor the well wishes of a nice evening. His greetings had always had an invisible price tag, exchanged for a glimmer of hope. The hope that his kind words would earn him a discount in the time it took for me to live up to his fantasy one day.
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Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 7:43 PM UTC
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Windows rattle, as I saw it from my bunk Something flashed, in a flash Along the sky, so high The weather, was going to be rash A funny thought, erupted in mind As I was half asleep, at that time Seemed like a huge camera, outside Trying to bind it, into a frame of rhyme Soon I realized, it was raining outside And that the only thing, in my head Was, nothing more than The judgement bolt, of the Zeus god |AB|
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 4:02 AM UTC
Thunderstorm