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"glutenous" poems
Some budding minds of larvae become slaves to indoctrination holding ransom to their morals with mundane anticipation. Ants and Bees take to the streets dragging dignity through the trip while sharks above hound them discipline at the crack of a whip. The struggle of paying to work catches the children by surprise though the nature of nepotism gives others meteoric rise. Ragged, they stay warm through the fires of finance killing so that the glutenous worms can feed off the standard of living. And those who live in glass mansions have their view clouded by rain as they look down at the masses with contempt and disdain.
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Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 1:05 AM UTC
Redistribution of wealth through labor
Honor your mother and Father It's a hard constant thought It's been taught So many times yet I can never keep that locked I honor her even though she's dead I honor him yet he's gone too Seeing him though is a pack of lies All I see is a glutenous fool So spare your "tries" I'm not your misconcepted tool It's not what a dad does You can call him by a title yet his colors will show another . Sugar coat it like I'm a naive child but after a while I saw that smile become a... Liar. Trust me you say "YOU'LL NEVER TAKE THAT TODAY!" s t o p i t I've had 3 and believe me they have names... But they are set by me. Grand Liar Tryer And don't try buying tryer cause liar could never be the supplier like the grand who showed me I can go higher than all of...Cliars But what does it matter when you're a brick wall who shuns me...
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 1:21 AM UTC
Nothing more...
A house of cards since torn apart And spirits broke before restarting. A crow, whose ****** circles fast Smells decay now from afar. The marrow picked, and bleed, once tasted, Fills the guts of those who've stuffed. And fumbled in a greasy til And still want more. Insatiable. Craven. Now rats who race to break the bones Do hurry and scurry to survey these heaps, All corners kept quietly questioning Questioning, Festering, Venturing these treacherous tendencies. What once caused irk now drives berserk in shadows lurk acquiescent clerks. Whose duteous work, Cloyed wolves 'mongst herds, venerate without exertion. Can't *** the plants to break enchantment. Now rubble strews the once green pastures, Serpentine, exiled from gardens, This concrete tomb, once womb of Gaea. How barren plains once bloomed; need rain. Her balding dusty broken frame Now chokes with hate for beast with brain Who slash deep wounds in soft terrain Contempt, with only glutenous gain. They reign.
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 10:17 PM UTC
September 2013
I still remember the first time, And I wish I could prolong the last, Savouring every precious moment, Attempting to satisfy this glutenous thirst, Even though I have forgotten my birth, I wonder if the light of this Earth, Burned my brand new eyes, Those instinctive gulps of cold air, Shocking my lungs, But I reckon it was the knowledge of what was to come, That bought those first tears, We mourn our own entries into this planet, And we fear our departure, Oh what sorrow our hearts know, That is why they constantly bleed, And our souls become derelict and empty, Yet we still convince ourselves, That this life is a blessed gift, Take a moment of silence, To revel in the irony, We throw our hands in the air, In an act of prayer, Please Almighty God, Take the pain of this life, And make it a currency, To pay to make the next one good, Clinging to this idea, We named it hope, We sought comfort in the knowledge of the unknown, And it was here on top of these ever shifting foundations, We built our homes, Raising our own families, Just searching for love, In this abyss of a planet, We raised daughters and gave them names, Such as Faith and Grace, Those qualities of which we had none, We bore sons and trained them, To be brave and strong, So we could put the weight of our world, Upon them, We pointed our fingers and blamed our forefathers, For each and every way, That we went wrong,
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Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 6:26 PM UTC
unfinished
The beast is hungry With an unrelenting appetite Consuming without satisfaction This glutenous swine gnashes and gnaws Leaves no morsels Only memories Snatching the very youth from your face And the minds from those who gave you yours Extruding your very essence whilst you slumber Feeds on good times And takes exquisite pleasure In dragging out moments of suffering Yet this beast is desired by all Pursued without hesitation Those with wealth and power may never obtain Those who need it never posses Those who posses may not use And in the end, leaves you, alone in a void Nothing but a fleeting thought In those who are still being devoured alive -R
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Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
The greatest enemy of all
I still remember the first time, And I wish I could prolong the last, Savouring every precious moment, Attempting to satisfy this glutenous thirst, Even though I have forgotten my birth, I wonder if the light of this Earth, Burned my brand new eyes, Those instinctive gulps of cold air, Shocking my lungs, But I reckon it was the knowledge of what was to come, That bought those first tears, We mourn our own entries into this planet, And we fear our departure, Oh what sorrow our hearts know, That is why they constantly bleed, And our souls become derelict and empty, Yet we still convince ourselves, That this life is a blessed gift, Take a moment of silence, To revel in the irony, We throw our hands in the air, In an act of prayer, Please Almighty God, Take the pain of this life, And make it a currency, To pay to make the next one good, Clinging to this idea, We named it hope, We sought comfort in the knowledge of the unknown, And it was here on top of these ever shifting foundations, We built our homes, Raising our own families, Just searching for love, In this abyss of a planet, We raised daughters and gave them names, Such as Faith and Grace, Those qualities of which we had none, We bore sons and trained them, To be brave and strong, So we could put the weight of our world, Upon them, We pointed our fingers and blamed our forefathers, For each and every way, That we went wrong,
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Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC
unfinished