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Silly souls
Don't admire me
Don't love me
I will
Destroy you

Heartlessly
I will abuse
Those three little words

Selfishly
I will lay
My chest
above yours

Silly soul
Sentiment does not
Roam my streets

But you did

Silly soul,
Now,
I will make you feel
alive
As I pierce my venom
Into your innocence

Intoxicated with my
Poison,
I will skin you
And wear you
And write about you

After my mission,
Farewell goes your
Silly soul
Into my river
Of destroyed gullibles
Just
Like
You.
jeffrey conyers Jun 2012
Who me?
Said you should listen to my every word.

Who me?
Said love is better when it's sincere.

False pretense has stoppped many relationships in their past.
Even marital unions that many thought would forever last.
We fake smiles like a woman does an ******.
Then truth emerge.
We wants to go looking for answers.

Who me?
Stated that we live according to our own rules.
We manipulate others to do our will.
So we personally won't look like a fool.

The gullibles admits their stupidity to the wise.
While the guilty constantly offer alibis.

Who me?
Cried foul.
When the good ones don't get recognized.

We struggle through life for recongnition.
Then like the famous tries to avoid the fame.
When we knew going end about the game.

Who me?
Can't admit the truth.
That deep down inside.
I wants to be known.

As a person that stood on his own.
Dada Olowo Eyo Apr 2019
They never fail to mix in the sunshine,
Will soak in the rain, even,
Just for a few naira notes,
Will sing and dance all day long.
Ken Pepiton Feb 2020
Each day, a way beyond the sufficiency

of what we know
concerning
good.

We know good, when we think about it.
We can imagine good feeling, when we
put forth the energy to de-ify
chaotic entropy.
With sci, con sci ence, mit knowing, cognating
we add tension. We pull goodness from

nowhere, in a line of words emerging into meaning.

As we know, effectually,
energy, in E= etc.
ist gut und wahr, so far, aber
etwas von der hyper thinkable field of if-i-cantation,
has tripped a paradigmatic AI ai aitia OOPs
chronjob with
spells and hexes and such, so
black
light entered as a contender for cause
at the transfiguration;
the theory ranked with Adam's rib as evidence for miracles,
in Vacation Bible Shool.
Now, we know better, or more better.

C, however, is variable in realms of pure thinks of any
length
so
if I can't matter in the dark middle matter,
I shall manifest
here,

in living 2D, if you can imagine with me,
fingers on keys, awaiting the neural
net truescorre reference stats

to starrt ancient chronjobs linked to an overr drawn Synchrony
credit card calling to say take care,
can't buy or sell sans the beastly mark,
or else

what? My synchronic out being, my outer self, the ***
you passed on your way to Starbucks,
he has no way to make a living,
the old man with no feet,
you did not see me,
did you? Flash me a QR. We skipped the need for a mark.

p-shift. post ever gitgo.

I was hiding. Hunting a gull, I'm familia in with mir and all
my integrity sphere of
intention.

We intend to teach the elease of peace, first in e-leasion tent
cities, stretching to call all gullibles, to try,

mere umph, one mortime, more abundance, dancerrs needed...

all ye all ye, outs in free, truth be told, the famine is past.
Calling
any gulls ability to go all Jonathan,

fo no re fonore phornore ignot ignor how how how

do I, dear reader, loose my peace?

ah,
I allow. I rrule the spigots of emoticons sprringing entity
******* from old artemisical chapters

and verrses of priestly secrecy hidden,
since god knows when,
in rolling things, in swirling fluids of mud,
occluding the eceptorr for the ligandary story
re
thread that ties us all to mitomom, far more surrely than hell.

who beguiled you, my daddy axt.

'twas I, I lied, possessed of proud rights to pursue,
with greed and right-used anger,

and I riddled the riddle of the referee, so

I freely give, for the ensuing mortal moment,

invisible happiness common to all valuers and valuees.

Easilly enteated, be

still.
Wait here.

"That which concerns you." Am big u is us, we,
the people, who
hold
these truths, self-e-video-ishes on stars, come true to
you, who waited.

ing the bell and yell i'm a vigin. {what?fix the r in a revolt against chaos,

folly, pure folly, our r key roots extract rhotic significance for extra
rs and missing ones we feel needed consede conseder wise.

O, dear, reade, I do have order. How ever, order is not the need,

calm is the need. We need the doldrums to rest, as we need
poles to bank our turns into the solar stormy side,

breathing humans in sufficient awareness of the atmostfears,
to
shhhh shh should see softest kisses coming with no price,

my peace, I let out, as when an irrigator fills the valley,

and shows the world the overflow can make glad
the core of ****, the species that thinks with knownknowns
and writes the way to be still, beyond allathat,

and know. Words. Our powers are all you have in a 2D re
ality keeping Lego minds from raining Gorilla Glue.
{The intended allusion sticks any way}.
Who twisted the intention? Is this the wine that makes glad?
O, my, this I must try,
Defoe-face: It

is finished.
Life in flatland can only be literal 2D formations, forced to make sense.
James Gibek Jude Jan 2022
He came seeking for power
In him was a victim, a bower
He demonstrated victimhood
Created aura of brotherhood
Yet the true tactic was to usurp
Religion observes...

Comrades turned sympathizers
They became empathizers
Putting their needs below his desires..
Unknown to them his inept bizares
Religion ensnares

Now enthroned...
Comrades became followers
Became tool for power blowers
The interest became a deceit
Only whistle blowers can decode
Religion reforms

The gullibles see hatred in criticism
The blackouts turn the fence in witism
Musing poets/academics speak in spiritism
Daring the gods of deceit in hypocriticism
Yet, religion thrives in falsehood sublimism

Pretend to know not what is known
Pretend to look the other way
Pretend the truth is lie unknown
Then you live in lie and deceit bay...
Religion mars or makes
But in you, it destroys...

RELIGION; the usual  FOOD FOR POWER...
The power play in Kaduna State College of Nursing and Midwifery, Kafanchan Campus.
Suresh Gupta Aug 2019
Untitled- XXIII
08/15/2019

Wishes are for fools
Hopes are for gullibles

Well here I am -
a gullible fool
Yenson Nov 2022
And with a bow
and the flourish of snake-oil merchants' panache
and without an iota of guilt
but with malice deceits and criminality aforethought
the knaves charlatans and reprobates
went to town and sold the gullible villagers a cloned Rolex watch
look how it shines
in lustre royal gold
ain't it precious and oh so precocious
go hang it up and wind it up at your pleasure

And that is exactly
what the gullible villagers do at their pleasure
how can anyone tell the difference
between a fake Rolex and the genuine one
if they've never seen owned or used a real genuine Rolex before
so in hapless foolery
the villagers have a Rolex
a dude to wind up
and gaily show from pillar to post
and not a single one of them stopped to question if its real

Tis parable of times
well versed to the purveyors of sleight and chicanery
a sellers market for gullibles' abound
begging to be fooled ready to believe anything
as the cloned Rolex glitters its their money talking
if it doesn't they haven't polished enough
if it stops they haven't wind enough
if it mistimed just shake it
we script the instructions which villagers is to know better
the villagers are controlled
comrades in crime selling snake-oil is an art
Yenson Jul 2019
I know what you are even before you speak
see what you are plainly no need to figure you out
pigs hijacking a mind is akin to bacon hijacking a plate
over-salted obsoletes in rank tasteless unfashionable hurrah
seeking relevance as the diners reject your laden unhealthiness
pigs eating pigs in traditional fare as others await you in hospitals
chips on shoulders chips in your gobs what else but potatoes-heads
our bacon and mash stewing because of brown in gravy go smashing
our cooked and ready meals says we are hijacking a mind and mixing  
the flour without color, soft, airy, weak, insipid, bland and malleable  
only meaningful and useful when diverse ingredients are migrated in
puffy doughnuts now hijacking mind in a psyche war in their oven
the red fire burning mixing brown, black and yellow coloring's
mud pies joining jammy-dodgers in imaginary sponge bake
what a comedy like when King Alfred burnt the ole cakes
but these are mere serfs, vagabonds, thugs and hooligans
the frustrated ******* with hot ovens and small cold *******
hail the republicans and hot war, figuring out a psyche lynching
them, the pathetic bacon with chips and puddings from Dorks-shire
Hey! come eat all ye gullibles, the pigs from Animal Farm are serving

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