"heftier" poems
Three nobles were fleeing
after the monarchy had been overthrown
Three non-polar amino acids were trying to get away
from the polar gel they were on
They were escaping through means of a merchant who dealt with the black market
He gave priority to those who paid a heftier sum
The amino acids were aided by a non-polar liquid solution
The more non-polar the amino acid the higher up the solution could get them
But alas! For the merchant lacked the resources to
get the nobles out of danger
The amino acids all eventually reached the top of the gel sheet
But they would need extra aid to go over the top
And that is my science class
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 3:59 PM UTC
Here comes the Monday priest
Blessing the girls in bikinis
The whole country's a beach
Or at least theres sand
Who needs to see the sea
When you've got all that land
High priest with your high morals and high quarrels heavy
Down that burning paper bundle
Greet the incense, o dismay
Lord knows best- time to put the flame out, welcome day
It's viscous, ferocious
Heftier than the skulls of religion
And thicker than those people you're trying to get through to.
Jan 3, 2012
Jan 3, 2012 at 8:16 PM UTC
our cry of war;
peace
the streets, O, how they testify
accused of false prophecy.
but a people's truth
known best by
them who walk it.
weapons,
bluebird hashtags,
palm portals broadcast high definition.
hands of pacifism write a
play of sunken morals
a stage—the world
capturing heart;
caging it beside mind
no longer abiding forced compliance
to the dollar,
and the jester king's control
making mockery of the throne they sit—
unrighteous fools.
we refuse a subject's posture.
they deem a mask cowardice,
fickle and shallow understanding
an insult of fear.
a brotherhood of belief to represent—
uniformity
together
by rank and by file,
stalwart to stem the loss of blood;
against greed.
independence
from them—from one another,
from the cookie cutter's imposition
advertisement imprisonment
once thought killed
succeeding only, they
made his cause indefinite
made message
immortal.
forever grinning,
lips curled across porcelain visage
on asphalt battleground
a rose outstretched,
the bearer beaten with sticks
put in chains.
soaring cans noxious,
tears not their result,
but of sorrow
for them, and
their acceptance of bribe white picket, the
Judas price.
hypocritical perpetrators
betray hollow oath,
smashing split fingers
the unspoken message portrayed
outlasting beating's bruises
heftier and more distant in reach, than strike.
hands cut by thorn whilst seeking to tear down
rose
regretful tears of power's illusion
wash the ground
but freed of blood impossible.
power's impotence seen,
the world's future bearing witness to
false truth.
a promise greater
a seed planted
generations to grow, in time
shading all mankind
when children lead men,
the mask removed
unveiling equality in our difference
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
The shrill wind carries through decaying buildings
pits loneliness, despite "London Pride" blooming
like it did in the last Conflict.
Philistines journey home on Circular pathways,
we are all in a dearth of orbital now,
is there enough opportunity
to resurrect the heart, that neon centre
before the People barriers whittle .
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 5:07 PM UTC
When the Lord split the adam
It wasn't a clean cut.
A heftier half received the whole,
The other a supplicant for scraps at the
Table's Wayside.
(only if it didn't want those stinky leftovers
anyway)
Eons since, not much's changed
The portlier portion still retains
Rights to nuke the other slice
When enmity sticks its foot in the
Meaty muck of the mind
"But it's not my fault," it says,
Still blaming that little snake it likes to hold
Like a teddy bear on a forlorn night
What God hath torn,
Let mankind reassemble.
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 11:05 PM UTC