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David Beltran Sep 2011
There's one thing
I have to tell you.

I can't stop uttering,
anything about you.

Whether its about the midnight rain
and how it describes your voice so well,
or the way you won't stop singing,
till you're satisfied and sewn me to sleep.

If I look at the dark orange spotted afternoon,
or the satin red leaves of autumn.
I'll know its been a while since I've thought
of you.

If I hear the chalky barren concert of concrete,
or the uproar of the arid wind.
I'll have forgotten what your voice
sounds like.

If I feel the reticent tremble of winter,
or the cold bitter piercing destitute bed.
I'll remember why our adulation had
my heart in a headlock.

I cannot give you the world
or my name.
Because I do not own them.
All I can give you is my love and lungs,
that is all that I have and hold.

All I'll ever ask of you is for your voice and love.
You make my head lighter with just
some notes you sing.
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Keith J Collard Oct 2012
Since thy first lady declare,
that we wageth war,,
and against obesity dare,
I will hunt the fat kid,
tho he affrights me,
the first lady did knight me,
and I succeeded in the grail,
and blood marked that trail,
but popcorn spilled from his pale,
giving my hounds the scent,
downhill like a wounded lazy dear he went,
The Behemoth,
who esteemeth my sword as straw,
to sip chocolate milk,
with burps defying Queen's law.
DAGGER against my spear of poplar
is ice-cream sandwich in hand of globular,
AND THAT SANDWICH DAGGER SHALL NOT REACH FAR
BEFORE MY SPEAR UNLEASHES HIS DYING ****.
but I must admit,
I fear the headlock in his sweaty pits,
I must keep a spears distance,
away from his buttery mits,
he has vanguished many knights into that hellish abyss,

My first lady biddeth,
I will not delay, I will not tarry,
to slay the fat kid,
and hire 12 commoners to carry.
The First Lady is Michelle Obama
sasha m george Oct 2013
Punk Rock John introduced himself to me at my first show. He said, “kid.. protect your teeth, do NOT lick the walls, and don’t ******* the crusty’s. If you get cut, let it bleed– you’ll be fine.”
I was 15 years old, thinking about unzipping my veins. And while most 15 year olds would have done drugs or written a ******* poem, I went to ****** bars and basements and gave my best friends black eyes.

For the first time in my life, I knew that when I fell, someone was gonna pick me up. That first mosh pit was not a quiet conversation about suicide, it was Punk Rock John telling me, “Hey *******! Don’t **** yourself! Don’t waste your unscarred knuckles.” My rage bloomed. Why hate myself when I can hate parents, high school, the radio, record stores, magazines, corporations, yuppies, my parents, cops, rain, sunshine, beach days, phone books, and tiny ******* cupcakes? *******, if that first day of punk didn’t sound like Buddy Holly played back, double time, distorted, compressed into four chords.

The first time I saw Punk Rock John, he was halfway through a frontflip stage dive, and he landed directly on me. He picked me up, dusted me off, and threw me back in the pit. Punk Rock John was 6’4, had hands the size a kick drum, and he smelled like a 20-year rain. He was Noah. He was our shepherd. One time, I was getting ready to dropkick some metal kid when John got me in a headlock and said, “quit ******* around, Neil! You don’t know who this kid’s friends are, and I ain’t putting you out if they set you on fire.”

John told us, “the church of punk rock was always open. If you wanna pray, just crank up the stereo until your ears bleed. If you wanna pray, just grab your brothers and sing! Sing out of tune, sing the wrong words- just sing! Loud!”

But then some out-of-town skin dropped a guillotine knifeblade into John’s skull. The blood was pouring from his ears. He was dead before he hit the ground. John brought me into a world where I felt loved, and that world took him away. I buried my leather jacket, patched the holes in my jeans, and tried to pluck the chords like stitches from my chest.. but John still speaks to me. When the world is larger than I am, when my chest is a vice.. I put that needle on the record, I turn it up until I can’t hear ****, and I tell myself: as long as I have hands, I can break something. As long as we can breathe, we can sing. As long as I can remember, I will hear him– he says, “kid, you’ll be fine.”
Family is that  familiar word for the go-getters, the thoroughbreds of the families, those nearest and dearest applaud the strong to thrive, and yet a painful  forgotten word, for the lost generation,  ignored and despised,special and different, terminally unique, were only as strong as our weakest link lost black sheep and shepherds sanity on the brink of exposing the lies, waiting for the train that will never come to the station;
In time...

Forget
About
ME
I
LOVE
You

Screaming "Do I even exist? ******* LOVE ME!"As he tightens his headlock, begging to be loved, from a desperate rage of rejection.

"But why won't you love me the way that you don't? I'm a lovable hopeless drunk loser ,who hasn't washed in months, I'll be the prodigal son  if you want ,coming home and we can sit at the table for lunch ...wishful thinking! If only! you could love me unconditionally ,and not just on a hunch!
If  you want me, Just a touch of acknowledgement will do! I'll give you my soul on my sleeve, just some crumbs from your lofty plinth, to my slum will suffice!
I'm so ******* lost in the dark of the night, I forgot I was looking for love  and soulmates at first sight!"

Screaming to be acknowledged from the four corners of the globe since time began, everybody knows there's a pink elephant in the room being ignored, like the emperors new clothes.  Couples desperate to procreate, using frozen embryos. Those still remembered ,who died ages ago,
Forget me not , everyone wants to be known,Everyone misses someone, and children yearn to be grown. Don't forget all those lost childhoods, Once my heart was my home, a long long; long time ago!The machine advertises  the have's and the have not's ...all those special qualities, some of us just don't got.... were what's  lacking in our family units cost... and immediate vicinities. Thank God for the internet, hounding us  to forget our inherent need to be loved and belong, feeding us with toxic seeds of disconnected, anti-life and discombobulated lifelong wrongs, from  a plethora of sources transmitting The current Perfect archetypal family systems ,propagated  through the myriad of deadman tv shows, and films ,promoting an unblemished, should be family values and traditions, most of us know we will never live to experience. Force feeding us with a yearning of an unachievable contentment in our innocence , hoping in our wildest dreams ,we try to ignore the facts displayed in the constant narrative dictated through the mean instrument of mental emotional and spiritual propaganda...**** your tv licenceS! and smash the ******* thing into public artistic scenes!, smash them into smithereens!don't be ambivalent! No one wants to sit down on the fence as a family and watch on the screen the colour purple riddled with ****** and seriously toxic themes for participants.

Forgotten and ignored are the origins of the word family... famula-serving woman or famulante-servant or even familiarcus -house hold slave...So it should come as no surprise that the human race has been plagued and fractured with slavery throughout our brief brutal AGE.From a creative perspective I can understand the widespread epidemic curse in the hearts and minds of manhate and mankind,of the feeling that we do not belong to our very own families our communities and the societies structured to evoke the black sheep syndrome .It is this lack of feeling apart of, and that we do not exist , that has inspired an overwhelming need for us to persist and create our own families,tribes,gangs,communities, groups and fellowships. From the tower of babel, its as if  we have  been programmed to automatically divided, segregate and become as alien as possible to each other sides.Separating cultures with borders and religion,class and access all areas for members only. Blood is running through my body just like yours, and I done a big massive **** this morning! Do you identify? Nothing like a good ****!
This has become one of the defining factors of the human experience our evolutionary process and diversity.Not our **** similarities! Yet it is these differences that have caused over a billion to be killed! Thats a lot of hate and anger,pain and suffering ...And I'm adding up everyone whos ever been killed because of there differences...Just imagine?..Its probably a lot more! why can't we just get along? and stop all the wars? Everybody wants to be right, Everybody yearns to be wanted ,needed and loved,to feel they exist and that they belong.But with a record number of divorces,broken families and runaways in a culture spiraling further and further away from the original family structures intention, where do we go from here?What is our inheritance? Why do we always fight over money? Why not just care to dare to share?

I find in this day and age, we the broken human family, searching for all these possibilities of experiencing the human experience in the wrong social utilities . Such as gang warfare,militia, online gaming and the plethora of virtual communities available from facebook and myspace to mental health and suicide forums, social toxic rearing, which mimic a sense of divergence,preference, belonging and being apart of something other than feeling so alone! Which in reality we are!  Deepening our deepest wounds the one thing that we yearn for more than anything on the face of the earth is to feel connected,wanted ,needed and loved, everything a family is supposed to provide, not ruin and despise.

The most horrific emotions, I have ever felt was the rejection and abandonment by my mother, when I was just a special wild child, the terror and dread of not being wanted was horrific, and created a deeply destructive state which infected my core, and has grown into a great toxic spiritual tumor 30 years later. I fear I will never get over it! With my head in the sand, so many relevant individual grains just swept under the carpet like a hidden beach, and so I search for the love I was denied in a thousand ways and a million times I seek. From hunting for my mothers love in another woman or a man. I can't even begin to explain the pain my father inflicted upon me. lest I curl into a ball and die right now! Its as if he hated me more than words ,and yet I loved him so much. Left me seeking comfort in despair in the pit in the belly of the beast, through alcoholism and addiction of every kind! none of these methods was sufficient in filling the void inside,The hole in my soul can't breathe,for all to see, especially me ,can't hide but only these things expanded it , creating a deeper hunger and leaving me more broken and empty. My desperation to remain part of the family was displayed in my familiar slave like demeanour(desperate to please my mother) by cleaning the whole house  from top to bottom with a toothbrush. I would lose myself in the neverending chores, it was never a bore, as long as mother didn't let me go, but it was never enough, and it seems as if I was doomed to be a cast out! on my own, exposed to the harsh reality of being alone my worst nightmare coming true... me dying from loneliness! They say its true! and I can understand now how that could be possible ....

There are so many different types of families, and ways for us to feel as if we are connected to a greater community, to feel as if we fit in. But often children grow without a father figure to balance ,protect and nurture them ,lead them! But what if there father is a drunken ,violent,gambling ,deranged bully? what then? Surely they would be better off without such a toxic head of the family, infecting his sons and daughters with the sins of the father. Who of us is cursed with being the blacksheep of the family ? having to toil for the rest of our days in the vastness of our existence, primarily alone ,we search in vain for surrogate mothers and sisters and fathers and brothers. But we find them not, because substitution will never suffice in order for us to truly count and heal within and feel alive ! We must heal this broken bridge that has crippled us to the core in our very short miserable lives.

Its up to us to give love where we have been denied. Invite the broken souls inside, shelter them from the  bitter cold, Just to see another friendly face can mean so much! why is life so tough?, leave us like Lazarus risen from the grave,or Adam and Eve and able and cain to the prodigal son, we have always suffered when we were on our own and alone, I know you prefer your own company, but we were born to surpass ourselves and continue to co-exist beyond our own morality...Ub3
Waverly Feb 2012
The way
we used to handle it,
was through bars,
we'd rap
and I'd start
throwing fists,
I catch a ******
in the hip
quick,
catch him in the hallway
or
anywhere else
he chose to spit.

I swear, my face was bloodied
so much that I couldn't see,
a ****** six-foot three,
tried to put me in a headlock,
said i was a *****,
so i started going in,
i got my face
messed up,
my cheekbones are high
because they were punched
up there,
but when i was a kid
i'd never do ****,
i wonder what my legacy will be,
will i be remembered for the love
that i was afraid to show,
or the hate
i was too ready
to make plausible.
Kris Jan 2010
Change tackles a broad spectrum of life.
You change your hair, you change your underwear, you change your shoes.
How the hell could someone change their Personalities in the blink of an eye.
Can some one so thoughtful and sensitive turn into such a **** with the turn of one sentence phrase and punctuation.
She storms in on her high horse ready to take the world by storm with her fury.
She may say im her world but what have i done to deserve such punishments.
I asked a Question.
The fatalities of words and sentence structures leave a gaping hole in the ego and sense of trust.
Sense of what is right and wrong cuz what is right by all does not apply to her.
Her mind twists and bends to form views and morals that not even a twisted fairy tale can concoct.
What she fights for doesnt fit the way of the world.
She believes in things that will never happen, that make no sense. She fights for views that will leave her fighting forever.
She is a non conformist but she conforms to stereotypes that go against her better thinking.
The way she used to think.
Stress has got her in a headlock, cutting off her brain's circulatory flow of intelligent words and clean blood.
She inhales.
Breathes in a mixture of smoke and unclean thoughts.
Yea, she can stop.
She's walking corruption.
Digesting poison in the pit of her stomach killing the butterflies she claim died.
Yea they died.
In a fiery pit of lies and hypocrisy that gets you nowhere.
She tells me her worst thoughts and wishes but her honesty doesnt justify the unjust actions that go against who she was.
Who is she becoming?
Someone who is dependent on drugs and drinks to make her happy Cuz she doesnt have the ***** to go against the grain and
Stick to her guns and stay clean and fresh,
Keeping her lungs pink and her brain free,
free to believe and grow with each intake of air not smoke.
I hate to see it happen but she is just like the others.
**** views take the form of rolled up paper.
Not an application but a temptation.
Non conformists need not apply.
Ola amigos  are you being harassed by a old woman
who ressembles a drag queen  or worn crack *****.
Then live in fear no longer.

Hello I am Mexican wrestling legend El *******.
I will put my years of profesional wrestling experience  to
great use taking this bully  putting them into a headlock and
wrestling them to the ground having my way with them.

No worries my online degree has taught me how to deal wit cyber bully's very well.
I will hunt them down and bring them to the court  of justice myself.

I represent many fine clients here please take my card.
turn it over im working on getting some.
Anyways you need help look no further than me.

Please come to me with any legal questions and join
the offices of El *******.
When you need help our  maybe just a cuddle
I am your one stop solution.

Thank you my friends.
Please I need the clients   I will fight for you till the  end
please hire me today
Rhianecdote May 2015
When my Dad used to come up in my face
And smile at me As a baby
I used to push him away
Give me my space
Jheez!

And at aged 3 when I used to rest my head
On lil blondies shoulder as we watched tv
In nursery
He  would push me off constantly,
First taste of rejection
Jheez!

And as a pre teen
When that little **** Esteban was showin off and being mean
Got my brother in a headlock till he couldn't breath
Grabbed him off, pushed him over a wall as I screamed even though he was older and much bigger than me
Made me so angry!
First time I laid hands on someone in defence of my family
Haven't had to do it since, thankfully
Shock of me switching actually made him come up after and say sorry
Jheez!

As a Teen, chillin in the park, all sunny
When this lil kid who looks half asleep
Cycling in his dressing gown
comes up to me
Asking if I wanna buy some ****
Pushing drugs?!
Someone should be pushing him on a ****** swing , he's only a baby!
Makes my heart bleed
Jheez!

And every ****** mornin
As I'm getting to where I need to be
Getting pushed onto this train
By impatient imbeciles
When there is no need
There's another one comin in 3!
So why am I hovering under someones smelly armpit all awkwardly?
Jheez!

**All this pushing, all this pulling
this game of tug of war,
really puts me on ****** edge,
I really can't take no more.
But city life is city life
Jheezus you know the score!
Don't push me cause I'm close to the Edge!
Grading curves....
Wrongly ruptured neurological nerves.
Condemned by societal hate,
his fluctuating brain synapses tend to create
vicious, malicious and practitious acts
that gravitate to attack the faith
in every church enlisted in every homestead household.

Retaliation puts him in a chokehold.
A headlock, a leglock, a deadlock of the mind
consciousness revoked, the button is broke
vain attempts to find rewind.

Press Pause.

Bask in his murderous glory,
the bodies of the converted; epitome of gory.
Bloodshed because god is dead claimed Nietzche
He kills all his idols and struggles to think freely.

You see the doctors had his mind locked in a cage,
they built the bars since he was at an illiterate stage.
They taught him how to act, then how to think,
a mindless drone choked cause they revoked the power to speak-
toungue in cheek, they'll chop off your arm just to make sure
nothing's hiding up the sleeve
and questioning authority's their biggest pet peeve.


But enough is enough...I CHOOSE WHAT TO BELIEVE...
Drop my textbook, throw my desk, and through those
guidance doors I leave.
Josh Allen Sep 2014
You sit behind your desk with a fake smile telling the parents you’ll do everything you can to make it stop. But nothing will stop. You’re not going to talk to the bully, you’re not going to tell his parents, you’re not going to tell the school system, and you sure as **** are not going to make sure this problem stops.

Are you idiots too stupid to see the problem here?

I started getting bullied in 3rd or 4th grade and didn’t know what to think of it

That was of course until my brother got shoved into a stall (by persons name I will not mention), in 6th grade and his ear started bleeding

That was of course until I was physically and verbally bullied.

I would get called a ***, *******, idiot, loser, freak, “emo”, a waste of space, *****, etc.

That totally got to me and I believed every single word they said

Then comes physical bullying

I got punched in the face in 7th grade for no reason at all and didn’t know how to stand up for myself

In fact the guy who did it, I still see everyday in the halls

Let’s face it, I was 120 pounds of no muscle at all

I also remember a year or two back this huge football player grabbed me and my brother in the headlock and started calling us ****, and when we called him fat, the other football players said that was cold and mean…

Verbal contact still happens today sometimes
Physical contact? Not so much

But I still get made fun of but I’ve learned one thing.

Ignore it.

They don’t know you. They don't know your life. They don't know anything.

They come to you because they know you don't know how to stand up for yourself

But keep these 3 words in your mind through it all.

You are loved.

You’re not alone. There are many others like you. You will never be alone as long as you have those people standing by your side through everything and anything.

(J.A.)
Something I put together through my experiences of being bullied.
Anon C Feb 2013
are dreams merely an oasis
materialized to sustain us on a day to day basis
some can so easily be consumed
day to day life incapable of being resumed
always turning back to the way of a madman
seeking to find in their own mind utter bedlam
say the same things over and over again
place your heart in a headlock, lay the blame
when will it change, will it ever
or shall we lie in illusions of a pointless endeavor
Michael Aug 2018
I.
That moment the cage
Robs the bird its chance to fly
Ambulance instinct

Feathered wing breathing
Warbled heart monitor song
Gold horizon pulse

Tangerine lover
Citrus at her lips, my lips
Passionate headlock

Tangles her fingers
At my neck with knotted sighs
Auburn cat's cradle
A small batch of these.
JoJo Nguyen Oct 2016
and here I sit, at the bottleneck.
a postdoctoral headlock squelched
in an economic ice age.
what idiosyncratic feathers
will we evolve to make stolid
careers ****?
is it possible these colorful
plumage have unintended
consequences of flight?
early real down
or Icarus waxed illusion?
a poem fished out from one of my past streams! is it already 5 years?!
David Nelson Aug 2011
Nothin like true love

me and the wife had a fight last nite
lots of cussing and slapping each other around
she said I was a loser if ever there was
she coulda found something better in the dog pound

I said yeah I lost alright that's rather obvious
just look in the mirror if you dare
well she kneed me in the vestubles realy hard
and yanked out a couple of my nose hair

she said I was lazy never worked a day
if it weren't for her papa we'd be starvin
well your papa's not all that smart I said
else why did he marry a woman named Marvin

back and forth and around we went
one jab worse then the other
she threatened to have my **** whooped good
by her stupid fat *** brother

well when we finally stopped to catch our breath
she had me in a headlock
I accidentally fondled her breast
and then we started to rock

she pulled me close and gave me a smooch
we both said sorry and we knew
we were gonna get us a bottle of scotch
get fallin down drunk and *****
  
Gomer LePoet ....
Malia Jun 2023
It creeps up 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 of you
The darkness.
I can feel it too.
It reaches up and 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒔 you
And pulls you
𝑫𝒐𝒘𝒏
𝑫𝒐𝒘𝒏
𝑫𝒐𝒘𝒏
Some days it has me in a 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌
A headlock inside my 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅
Locked because I
𝑪𝒂𝒏’𝒕.
𝑮𝒆𝒕.
𝑶𝒖𝒕.
Some nights my mind 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 at me
Like it’s 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒚
Like it’s 𝒑𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 me for something.
The 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 fly so fast they’re like 𝒋𝒂𝒃𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔
In the boxing ring.

I try to fight them.

Some nights I come out 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔.

Not tonight.

I’m 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅, feeling each 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒘 like a million 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒔 on my 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕.

𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆.
𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆.

𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆.

𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆.

Why can’t I 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 how to 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆?
ngl the slam poetry format just hits different. Ha, get it, 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘴 different XD
Rob Rutledge Jan 2015
If I had but one wish,
I would wish to live forever.
Find the ties of mortal life
Cut quick the binds we sever.
Become a watcher in the mist,
A homeless, timeless clan
Caught in the currents of the rift.
No Steins Gate will be entered
World lines locked from our reach.
Fighting the tides of entropy
Fist, nail and bloodied teeth.
Again and again and again
Unto the breach.
Drowning,
From the pressure of the deep.

And if in that moment we falter
Our power lost to the trees.
Alder, Maple, Ash.
Vines strangling our cities.
Choking on what we were told.
The earth takes us in a headlock
Strangles tight and wont let go.

Its fingers slipped in the nuclear snow
Withered tendril arms, retreating
To where they used to go.
Exiled below
Deep within the darkest reaches
Far from the reach of the human throne.
In the dark it patiently plotted,
Schemed to overthrow.
Danielle Freese Nov 2014
I messed up something, that I don't think I will ever find again.
I made mistakes that could never be forgiven, but that will never be repeated. This is for the boy who has my heart in a headlock, for the boy I will do anything for.

I needed to find some way to make it up to you.
But gifts and persuasive phrases weren't going to do us justice.
I needed to find a better way, a way that the truth could be heard past mountains and in a way that the fish in the unexplored parts of the ocean, would know how much you mean to me.
Everything I do, I thought was for the best, but the lengths of how wrong I was, cannot be measured with a meter stick.
Your happiness should always come before mine, but it radiates into my soul when I see you smiling, and the sun shines on both of us.
I am not me without you, you stimulate my brain cells and the nerves throughout my chest.
Your arms are where I seek shelter, your lips where my words reside.
I know I'm in the wrong when I need to be in the right,
but I will not give up my fight for you,
I would give up my life for you.
I will look you in your brown eyes and I will tell you I love you without blinking.
Because my eyes can't tell lies, and my eyes can keep promises.
I will look you in those beautiful brown eyes, and tell you that our lives will stay our lives,
Not an invasion of someone else's eyes.
Our problems are not so much problems as they are desperation to be okay again,
To work out our troubles and save us from the pain of separation.
Our hearts have grown accustomed to having each other around, and change will crush my spirits into the ground.  
I can have no one, as long as I have you to take up the empty space in my life, that triggered me to want a future that didn't involve darkness, and you brought the light.
My actions were worthy of the fights that I caused, and the pain that I brought, but in no way was it worth it.
My apology will spread across days, months, years, and I will prove to you that I can be better. I will prove to you that I will sacrifice anything to create happiness within your heart.
To prove to you that I love you, to prove to you that I am sorry.
That I promise I will never do it again.
I will look into your eyes without blinking, I will make your soul believe me, with my words, and my upcoming actions to make it better, and those actions won't stop until I'm dead.
I will say it without stuttering, I will say it with more confidence that I've ever had in my life.
Because I need you to know, that I will do anything for you, I will do anything you need.
I will love you.

I love you. And I'm sorry. I know that this won't trigger forgiveness by itself,
But I know that my efforts will be worth something in the end, no matter how long it takes.

Lorenzo Ruiz, I will do anything for you, I will do anything to prove that from now to the end of time you can trust me, and that I couldn't be more sorry.
Cut my tongues from the scriptures and on blank walls I'll draw pictures because in a room full of lonely there is only myself.

I read Romans and the Acts came before them,
talked with Ruth who knew all of the bad men,

So
In this land of Canaan I'll be slain then?
and what of Goliath?
Samson's got him in a headlock,
Delilah's going to give him a haircut
and the Baptist will read all a sermon.

A bit fanciful to suggest Beau Geste, but a young fräulein from Mannheim calls for the check
I think what the heck,
Geste
can stay  in.

it's a walk on the plateau and you know we all want too
some do
some try
some don't even bother
and I don't
want to know why.
Tarryn Apr 2014
I'd say you couldn't handle
Another person's angle
Your minds too small
To have any room for doubt

I'd tell ya in the morning
I'd be gone before the dawn hit
You wouldn't get the chance
To sigh a whisper
Let alone cry out

You tell me that you're leaving
I say Ill start believing
When those days spill into years
And the horizon's clear from tears

You're the one who begged the truth
Now you're dumbfounded by the ruthlessness
I feared you wouldn't take too kindly too
And despite my kind intentions
In this headlock of contention
It just so figures Id be the one to end up with a missing tooth
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
I beat up Santa
I beat up Santa because he said i was bad.
he told me i was on he naughty list.
so on Christmas eve i climbed the tree.
I hide just to see if that fat man
Was going to bring me toys.
There he was just as i looked.
out came a bag of coal for me.
I jumped up and dropped kick like I was in the WWE.
Put a headlock on him until he passed out.
I took his hat a award for me.
And as i went to bed I yelled Hay fat man don't mess with me.
Of course it's raining,
it's Monday.

Someday it will be fine
but not
today,
and it's a long way
to the top of the clock
when time puts a
headlock
on you.
John Bartholomew Aug 2021
Restraints, complaints, lifes been on the taint
Thrown us into a world we'd all never known
Lockdowns and get downs but not to no jazzy funk
A life we've all unwantingly been thrown
Whats right
Whats wrong
We didnt think it would last this long
Still covering our face from the deadliest of bugs
The nay sayers
The everyday prayers
The fools on life support who just didnt care
Anxiety attacks
The toughest of men who normally have your back
Just break down when their world immedietely turns black
There is a light though in from this 2020 tunnel
As we grab it to the ground and hit back with a pummel
Suffocate it in a headlock and **** it as it stumbles
For we are better than some poxy Chinese manmade curse
We'll watch it die and lend it no nurse
As we are stronger than this and not here just as a rehearse.

Better Than This.

JJB
Michele Davis Nov 2018
The Robin’s egg blue

Of the pillow

I have in headlock

Is slightly too chipper

For the blue

Reflected upon my face


The oscillating fan

Gently whirring

In the background

Blowing

Smalls whooshes of air

That send shivers up my spine


While I sit there

Limbs wrapped

Around the blue pillow

In a cool embrace

Longing

For the warmth of his touch
as it's a gynecological lost cause to warm a menopausally-cold dish
7 December 1980 Yoko & John Lennon celebrate Pearl Harbor Day
with sushi, foot-long Coney Island hot dogs & Uncle Tetsu's soufflé
My *** hurts & I'm harboring rabid resentment for Tom Ridge as I
look for a bad woman to subdue in a headlock & throw off a bridge
Bob Mitchum said: "Stick with me & you'll be farting through silk"
to his fiancée whose huge milkers were lactating extra-creamy milk
At night she labored with an intensive hypnagogically-hypnical ****
that allopaths attributed to a restless leg syndrome, obstetrical quirk
to be cut out by a gamma x-rayed scalpel dirtier than a septical dirk
with the sense of purpose & sincerity of a less alien robotical smirk
coupled & triangulated with a frozen-cold-shoulder-shrugging shirk
as nutty as Robert Gallo father of A.I.D.S. who worked with Merck
that has ruined queers of Ireland's Leap Castle not too near Dunkirk
where ghosts who haunt not the dreams of Obama's fake father lurk
in the cracked cranium of a Keniano grovelling as a Canadian clerk
wrought maximum monetary mayhem

Incomprehensible inhumane
inquisitorial imp incarnate injudiciously,
ineffably, indescribably inflicted
inxs inexorable insidious injury.

Snake charmer also known
in the underworld as Harvey Specter
subliminally slithered,
and deftly insinuated himself
into body electric of yours truly
forever remotely controlling
every waking and sleeping moment
comprising ability to function.

Ever since I got gouged senseless
attributed to spellbound dime a dozen
crooked fiendish idiotic limey oaf,
who expunged loot lickety split
courtesy flagrant ingrate
latched outsize razor-sharp wickedness
yours truly held captive
impossible mission to recognize
trickery and deceit
tumbled into abysmal chasm,
when the floor fell below my feet.

Nothing but blackness seen ad-hoc
as I spun to and fro, hither and yon
with a monetary bedrock
timelessness prevailed,
and anyway present circumstances meant
nothing more superfluous than clock,
nevertheless precious elapsing
seconds, minutes, hours, et cetera
did nothing to lessen deadlock,

which gripped me noggin
running around like a madman
then unwittingly grabbing hold of frock
donned by a trumpeting cross dresser,
who subsequently
threatened me with his glock
and quickly proceeded
to wield powerful arms
to restrain yours truly
with asphyxiating headlock.

Alas and alack
mood of mine stormy and black
existential nihilism
nemesis Harvey Specter
mein kampf, he did carjack
creature dwelleth within soundgarden
sibilate doth issue
signaling trademark diamondback.

After the scam artist
made off like a bandit
the scoundrel hit paydirt then did exit
leaving me monetarily hemorrhaging
a gaping hole,
where I feel horrible
trying to muster true grit
cuz he (aforementioned swindler -
actually blimey crook
donned name incognito)
and did squarely land a hit

me with a devastating sucker punch
draining every last red cent
thus yours truly pleading emergency crisis
lest one victim
(me) seriously contemplates
his existence to quit
(perhaps experimenting
overdosing prescription medication)
furious at myself being such a ******;
being oblivious to obvious "red flags"
such as being told to withdraw cash

practically threatening, ordering,
kickstarting, heckling me to dash
off to Citizens Bank ignoring
feeling tension while teeth
did tightly gnash
**** and bull story, I embellished
as if strung out high on hash
witnessing webbed wide world of mine
left bereft without kash
and now I recoil
as if being beaten with a lash.

Yours truly then not in his right mind
hence funding donations
would be ever so kind
lest yours truly would be inclined
to take his (my) scrawny hind
most quarters to ten thousand cannibals
after these lovely bones licked clean
red skeleton of miine enshrined.
We never saw it coming
how silently it crept
people dropping everywhere
it's no wonder 'Jesus wept'

Only the hands of the clock
move
and that tick-tock
that tick-tock..
(writer's  block)
..we're in a headlock,
'Billy Two Rivers' could
win by a technical knockout
tick
tock
no one remembers him
except for google,

watch google?
I do,
that creeps up silently
too.

Everything's out there to get us
and most of it we never see,
tick
tock,
the blasted clock makes me sick
Billy Two Rivers, a famous wrestler and well known personality
Leaning back on this toilet, praying for a miracle, eating a gold fish
while controlling the more eager of ready broads is an age-old wish
as it's a gynecological lost cause to warm a menopausally-cold dish
7 December 1980 Yoko & John Lennon celebrate Pearl Harbor Day
with sushi, foot-long Coney Island hot dogs & Uncle Tetsu's soufflé
My *** hurts & I'm harboring rabid resentment for Tom Ridge as I
look for a bad woman to subdue in a headlock & throw off a bridge
Bob Mitchum said: "Stick with me & you'll be farting through silk"
to his fiancée whose huge milkers were lactating extra-creamy milk
At night she labored with an intensive hypnagogically-hypnical ****
that allopaths attributed to a restless leg syndrome, obstetrical quirk
to be cut out by a gamma x-rayed scalpel dirtier than a septical dirk
with the sense of purpose & sincerity of a less alien robotical smirk
coupled & triangulated with a frozen-cold-shoulder-shrugging shirk
as nutty as Robert Gallo father of A.I.D.S. who worked with Merck
that has ruined queers of Ireland's Leap Castle not too near Dunkirk
where ghosts who haunt not the dreams of Obama's fake father lurk
in the cracked cranium of a Keniano grovelling as a Canadian clerk
& not a nurse who's no worse than a ******-baiting curse 'cause she
niggered my **** after jerking my ****** like a ******-jerking nurse
who is lividly ornery, wickedly cruel, savagely brutal & terse as she
bottles stale **** for the shoe-testing queers of evil Nike's Converse
paunch that wallows in Ed A. Crowleyan demonological commerce
so that Christendom's rites are attenuated by posing them in reverse

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