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"impunity" poems
” she is quick to object" Mumbai,  to receive the accolade of “Role Player Attempt to hit back at their perceived “bully.” They don’t fall a little; they crash into muck... submission,   hopelessness, impunity, corruption, hypocrisy, law and family ... to ***** you since they’re not saints, they are neither saints nor priests, There’s a new order coming from mayor. We won t **** you all .... We will just shoot the ******  that — if there is no ****** it would be useless. she is quick to object". Fighting sexism and misogyny, nonetheless open and willing to listen, wear bug spray going forward, “inform the court that we did this” “didn’t like that.” ,” she is quick to object".
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Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 10:06 AM UTC
Quick
Sometimes I feel a sadness So deep it hurts to breathe When life slips to madness And puts you on your knees No god walks beside me No king or country calls No man is bound to duty No cause is worth the fall I'll walk with dignity Right into an open grave I'll take death with impunity I'd rather die than be a slave
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Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 5:37 AM UTC
Death & Dignity
There is a fight It is internal There is a plight It is infernal There is no light In this ****** There are many things people callously say Like I'm the last person they'd expect to be gay Delivered like a compliment Burning like a sulfur vent I have to remember not to say thank you To save someone some discomfort down the line When it's easy to let these sentiments internalize You'll see this in the homosexual community They don't face the hatred with impunity Some call themselves masculine And blame their plight on the effeminate But no matter what They'll still be called degenerate So the community internalizes marginalization Though this prejudiced stop is no original station You'd think your own kind would allow vacations From the population of an uncaring nation That will never grant us any veneration Because of the nature of our *********** Yet we **** ourselves for their placation There is hatred within This hatred imprint When we fractionalize marginalized groups Into the "good" ones and "bad" ones We say the bad ones are the reasons the good ones must be hated Whether they're cops or criminals Christian or Muslim Gay or straight We find reasons to hate When we live our life in the grime Of the negativity we've internalized
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Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 10:59 AM UTC
Internalize
We crossed over into the hinterlands, burned trails to unnamed   watering holes, those dingy places, where we lifted our hands backwards, tilted our heads upwards to the gods & drank copiously. There was no law, only disorder, but nobody ever got in our way, so we continued with impunity to play wildly. In altered states, we mated with unknown devils who ****** us dry, left us crying as broken down dogs, barking at the moon & swearing oaths, promises of silence, what happens south of the border, stayed south of the border. And it did.
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Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 10:02 PM UTC
Broken Down Dogs Swearing Oaths
I am worth being valued for existing Not only in the moments That I become relevant, necessary, or useful For lustful, celebratory or inspirational insanity I am not a lollipop or an exotic destination Stop exploring me ************* Because you salivate over this Hispaniola Beautiful island desecrated and decimated How many beautiful spirits will you make savages How many pure rivers will you **** blood on How many conquests will you claim a stake in How much balance will you disturb and subjugate to the trauma of your transitory exploration There's no impunity for conquerors Who taste, plunder, disguise disapproval in their apologies and move on There's no impunity for conquerors Who pick and choose who's worth Of validation, when, & how There's no impunity for conquerors Who play with men and women Hierarchize their prey But fail to acknowledge Their man-child whitewashed Hidden agendas & rigged market values Conquerors haunted by the trauma they've caused Will not be absolved by the revolution Neither will the revolution be the breast That heals conquers who are traumatized By the realization of their own fuckery
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Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 5:29 AM UTC
Conquerors Shall Not Be Absolved by the Revolution
For love to flourish Some ideas on life we need to punish And for unity to feel unified Some old philosophies should be denied A universal charter of peace One that imprisons any aggressor with no signs of an early release Third world or new world, rich and poor Eternally searching for so much more At breaking point and primed for implosion Standing at the towns gates and cheering totalitarianism on its arduous march into expulsion As masses we move in uncertain terms Living to absorb , to almost defend the disease, the genetic germs The crowd ask questions, seek answers of clarity Settling no more for the disgust of others impunity Maybe the balance will tilt And the toxic flowers of the current state of affairs begin to wilt Global humanity free to exist and have an honest future of preservation Not just confined to a future in some wildlife conservation
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Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 4:33 PM UTC
the wildlife conservation,
the latest theories on the Neanderthal is they died out due to homosexuality & the earliest evidence of actual civil order depicts women as priestesses & queens & men, even kings as animals; monsters & giants coexisting w/ teenagers &   old people in complex structures ruled over by older priests, poets & a professional warrior class; the king could be murdered w/ impunity & the queen taken as consort by the next king or murdered if she proves too ambitious; & throughout all this, scribes record the passage of time, the declaring of laws, engagements in wars, rituals, persona, comic tales & history; notable women have a roster of their own, some written by ****** scribes party to their secret names & habits;     all known things; bathhouse elect, her scribe observing her in the dressing mirror invents the adventures of her reflection;   a princess never to grow old yet her father-husband is a bearded elder; her older brother a warrior-prince & future king; her younger brother/son is the poet who must reveal what he knows, if only b/c he'll burst if he has to **** his baby sister in ritual Hieros gamos w/out telling everyone exactly how he feels about it;   but daring to speak means being ****** burned at the stake, beheaded & drawn & quartered,    so he writes in secret [chisels actually, so it's resemblance is mostly related to relief sculpture & engraving, but writing],         passing the linear tablets to the young priestess who buries them beneath the temple floor for some future age of mankind to discover anew & perhaps heed the warnings of the coming chaos (the poet, a prophet before there was such a thing); the ****** priestess worships him w/ unrequited longing;     her heart in chaos, sharing the poet's vision; nature calls her to her big brother like a woman loves a man & on that day when they are to publicly mate the young siblings are gone & are presumed eaten by the unseen unseen like so many others before them
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Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 5:30 PM UTC
society women & social animals
the latest theories on the Neanderthal is they died out due to homosexuality & the earliest evidence of actual civil order depicts women as priestesses & queens & men, even kings as animals; monsters & giants coexisting w/ teenagers &   old people in complex structures ruled over by older priests, poets & a professional warrior class; the king could be murdered w/ impunity & the queen taken as consort by the next king or murdered if she proves too ambitious; & throughout all this, scribes record the passage of time, the declaring of laws, engagements in wars, rituals, persona, comic tales & history; notable women have a roster of their own, some written by ****** scribes party to their secret names & habits;     all known things; bathhouse elect, her scribe observing her in the dressing mirror invents the adventures of her reflection;   a princess never to grow old yet her father-husband is a bearded elder; her older brother a warrior-prince & future king; her younger brother/son is the poet who must reveal what he knows, if only b/c he'll burst if he has to **** his baby sister in ritual Hieros gamos w/out telling everyone exactly how he feels about it;   but daring to speak means being ****** burned at the stake, beheaded & drawn & quartered,    so he writes in secret [chisels actually, so it's resemblance is mostly related to relief sculpture & engraving, but writing],         passing the linear tablets to the young priestess who buries them beneath the temple floor for some future age of mankind to discover anew & perhaps heed the warnings of the coming chaos (the poet, a prophet before there was such a thing); the ****** priestess worships him w/ unrequited longing;     her heart in chaos, sharing the poet's vision; nature calls her to her big brother like a woman loves a man & on that day when they are to publicly mate the young siblings are gone & are presumed eaten by the unseen unseen like so many others before them
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A patriotic fervor producing fealty A noble cause compelling loyalty Paired with a callous indignity Brash enlistee plunges toward destiny Honor's badge worn with impunity Duty's moniker embossed with magnanimity Insatiable bloodlust quelshing all insecurity Unbridled ego clamoring a garrulous enmity Toward the villains who shattered blithe serenity First skirmish, pageantry displaced by gravity Mettle varnished with aura of invincibility First battle, fallen comrades question mortality Successive battles, severed limbs, caustic wounds challenge credulity Fragile mind being conditioned to atrocity War's heavy mantle now shorn of indemnity Threatening mind's sanity, hearth's perpetuity Once faceless foes now scream their humanity Once noble leaders brim with insincerity Supportive countrymen now fickle, distant entity Cheering press now rank with duplicity Only solace, hardened comrades equanimity
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Jul 25, 2012
Jul 25, 2012 at 6:03 PM UTC
Civil War Soldier's Mantra
As I contemplated the project of writing a persuasive essay I discovered that I would have to have a topic upon which to practice my persuasive techniques .  After much cogitation and enumeration of my possibilities , pursued with such zeal that it soon resembled pedantic ostentation , I concluded that the most positive prospect I could pursue in this endeavor would be an attempt to prove irrefutably that I deserve a grade of A in this class ; if not for the undeniable excellence of my effort , then at least for the unadulterated audacity of my pretentious assertion .   In order to perform this feat first I must overwhelm your developing consternation , the frozen mastodon of your auspicious judition .  To accomplish this I will cite my impeccable attendance ; which although not perfect was indeed a valiant effort in the face of public opinion whose abstinence approached epidemic proportions .  I will expound on the effectual and pervasive inspirations of my in class commentary , which sparked many a heated argument or thoughtful conjecture ; and comment on the polished precision of my in class narration .  I will reiterate the diversity and intrigue of my subject matter and the competence of my delivery . Next , with all the dynamic aggression of a wind-up tyrannosaur , I will recapitulate and exemplify my arguments ; until the ramifications of my inductive collusions exceed the boundaries of your psychic phenomenon and you are forced to acquiesce into impunity .   Yes I will indeed proceed to exceed the parameters of your mind , until mesmerized by the multitudes of analogous content you find yourself , disguised as captain corpuscle , floating euphorically down stream in a think box mind gram dingy towards a sea of Colorado cool aid .  Then as if all that were not enough to thoroughly torque your ringer , adamant and tenacious I will portray realms of intellectual austerity so intriguing you will be raised to new heights of enigmatism , and then I will leave you , enraptured with your own anonymity , at the edge of the new world freeway .
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Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 8:03 PM UTC
Persuasion
As I contemplated the project of writing a persuasive essay I discovered that I would have to have a topic upon which to practice my persuasive techniques .  After much cogitation and enumeration of my possibilities , pursued with such zeal that it soon resembled pedantic ostentation , I concluded that the most positive prospect I could pursue in this endeavor would be an attempt to prove irrefutably that I deserve a grade of A in this class ; if not for the undeniable excellence of my effort , then at least for the unadulterated audacity of my pretentious assertion .   In order to perform this feat first I must overwhelm your developing consternation , the frozen mastodon of your auspicious judition .  To accomplish this I will cite my impeccable attendance ; which although not perfect was indeed a valiant effort in the face of public opinion whose abstinence approached epidemic proportions .  I will expound on the effectual and pervasive inspirations of my in class commentary , which sparked many a heated argument or thoughtful conjecture ; and comment on the polished precision of my in class narration .  I will reiterate the diversity and intrigue of my subject matter and the competence of my delivery . Next , with all the dynamic aggression of a wind-up tyrannosaur , I will recapitulate and exemplify my arguments ; until the ramifications of my inductive collusions exceed the boundaries of your psychic phenomenon and you are forced to acquiesce into impunity .   Yes I will indeed proceed to exceed the parameters of your mind , until mesmerized by the multitudes of analogous content you find yourself , disguised as captain corpuscle , floating euphorically down stream in a think box mind gram dingy towards a sea of Colorado cool aid .  Then as if all that were not enough to thoroughly torque your ringer , adamant and tenacious I will portray realms of intellectual austerity so intriguing you will be raised to new heights of enigmatism , and then I will leave you , enraptured with your own anonymity , at the edge of the new world freeway .
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Let not rage relieve peace off her duty That is the mood of a woman when another takes away her beauty For what is left a shine on the face of iron when it gets rusty So don't see someone's honouring event as your party Don't especially with impunity That's no pay for a person's ingenuity It's evil coveting someone else's ideas your property Plagiarism destroys creativity It is honour stripping activity Dip your mind into the well of creation and draw out the complexity Then understand how it is to create And appreciate how plagiarism makes creativity emaciate Like a mother hurts when her child is in pain A creator feels when his efforts are being rendered a vain Credit he who credit is due And earn honour for your own efforts too
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Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 6:18 AM UTC
Plagiarism
It is like some steampunk nightmare Where working overtime is a racket When what was time and a half pay On the day I get my check, I make less; Some kind of tax bracket scam thing Where working extra hours put me Into another category and increased The tax they use to grease the wheels Of a bloated government that hates me. Maybe that dates me and it isn’t true; That things have changed and it is No longer arranged that way. And maybe The way things became done was that I got it all back as a refund. But isn’t that Redundant, that I had to pay it to them To use it like per diem for their games? The shame is that I chafed and did nothing Besides ******** and frothing at the mouth. It’s not like I could go south to Ensenada, Buy a piñata that looked like Mickey Mouse, It was just that the house always wins. But I have to pay for my tiny, mundane sins. Why don’t they? Why does it go on and on And then the money’s gone and I pay more The next time some fat ***** of a politician Begins a petition to increase their slice And nicely reduce ours to a pittance So low there is no admittance to a show Or enough to replace a car that is a wreck? The albatross around my neck gets larger As it I move farther from the day it died Even though I have tried standing up straighter. It’s The Grand Guignol Theatre that life is And the strife is to not let it get me down; To be the happy clown and not the sad one In a game that was begun to make me lose. I am not confused. I see it, but it seems Even in dreams I get no kind of relief From a governmental thief with immunity; The pillages with impunity and teases That he does what he pleases. Neener, neener What in hell could possibly be meaner?
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 6:32 AM UTC
THE ALBATROSS
It is like some steampunk nightmare Where working overtime is a racket When what was time and a half pay On the day I get my check, I make less; Some kind of tax bracket scam thing Where working extra hours put me Into another category and increased The tax they use to grease the wheels Of a bloated government that hates me. Maybe that dates me and it isn’t true; That things have changed and it is No longer arranged that way. And maybe The way things became done was that I got it all back as a refund. But isn’t that Redundant, that I had to pay it to them To use it like per diem for their games? The shame is that I chafed and did nothing Besides ******** and frothing at the mouth. It’s not like I could go south to Ensenada, Buy a piñata that looked like Mickey Mouse, It was just that the house always wins. But I have to pay for my tiny, mundane sins. Why don’t they? Why does it go on and on And then the money’s gone and I pay more The next time some fat ***** of a politician Begins a petition to increase their slice And nicely reduce ours to a pittance So low there is no admittance to a show Or enough to replace a car that is a wreck? The albatross around my neck gets larger As it I move farther from the day it died Even though I have tried standing up straighter. It’s The Grand Guignol Theatre that life is And the strife is to not let it get me down; To be the happy clown and not the sad one In a game that was begun to make me lose. I am not confused. I see it, but it seems Even in dreams I get no kind of relief From a governmental thief with immunity; The pillages with impunity and teases That he does what he pleases. Neener, neener What in hell could possibly be meaner?
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If you wanted privacy, you might have closed your blinds from time to time. The devil doesn't knock upon entry. He knows where he's wanted. I've heard your conversations-- The bigotry, the loathing. I've ****** up filth through your floorboards. I've tasted your tears, mingled with sweat from sins of the flesh, cascading down your drains. I've stepped through the hillocks of cigarette butts you discard as carelessly as your dreams, a little measure to meld your environment and outlook: the world as an ashcan. I know you better than I'd ever know myself because my assessment of you is not gilded with pride or egotism, not tainted by self-pity. I know that you wanted this, in spite of pained cries to the contrary. I know you really wept for the innocence you lost long before I let myself in your ***** You let the world in-- you offered yourself up with impunity for far too long. You valued your life so little as to put it on display for anyone's appraisal. You were waiting on catastrophe to prove you were worth saving; I was merely the instrument. I took nothing that wasn't proffered by your unlocked door. Your home and your body share sentiments-- I simply took the welcome mat at its word.
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Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 12:18 AM UTC
Therapist
Oh man oh man you should have seen him I said whiteness is a mental illness a dissociative disorder dissociating from being human to construct something constantly never finished never human until it stops his head started to shake then spin around like an angry owl people were scared the police stopped traffic a priest came for the exorcism the man made out the words “I…no…you can’t just group everyone together like that” see what I mean thats dissociative behavior whiteness is the grouping of humans it is not an ethnicity like the humans are actually made of that it tries to possess It needs to stop It has had impunity due to legal dissociation Whiteness was invented to create skin color based slavery for profit for the exploitation of being human unless you are trying to create slavery whiteness is a mental illness needs treatment immediately and those that whiteness traumatizes by dissociation also need impunity and protection from a genocidal maniac called whiteness narcissistic smash its mirror to treat whiteness as a mental illness and to treat it is overly compassionate considering it is actually criminal the mans head stopped spinning he came back and said calmly “Thank you. You are right."
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Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 1:28 PM UTC
Exorcism
"Surreal skeptic, cynical cryptic! Licentious lecheries fabulist façade fantasias. Wild eyed spectral serene. Dream of catenary concoctions, ethereal salacious conjugation, bridge the gap in metaphysical mystique. Erotica erectile errantry’s exserted protuberance is a kinesiology kleptomaniac with his embark embargo extraditions and his eventuation evocative execrations, a positive amalgamated anathema android of a terminus thrall. The shadow in the shade of the silhouette sojourn. The bailiff’s rakeness rails incarnate, unicorn railway nails and all. He will paint mirador bartizan panorama tableaus all over your proximity parameter perimeter peripherals. Force the enmity to acquiesce into impunity.” “Why this is not but an ogling ogre of an oligarchy omelet” she shrieked as he continued to tickle her. “Down here at the bizarre bazaar we all believe in the blasphemous farcical fugueness,” he said. “Positive orchestration renditions of transpositional interlude.” “Come here,” she said “let my clambering clamorous clangor write you a wield wile treatise expose’.” “The legions of Chinga da are battling the hoards of Gunga din saying ‘kinetic supremacy temporize tractive fluent’ , it’s sheer genocide. That plasty goop nosed Gumby ****** Gunga doesn’t stand a chance. Coax cacophony clout, catatonic phonics, grizzly grotto grouches all”, She squealed. “Now you’re gumption dreaming”, he chimed. “Chutzpah panache spontaneous generation complicity, gambit alluvium aloof succor.”
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Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 7:17 PM UTC
Salacious
"Surreal skeptic, cynical cryptic! Licentious lecheries fabulist façade fantasias. Wild eyed spectral serene. Dream of catenary concoctions, ethereal salacious conjugation, bridge the gap in metaphysical mystique. Erotica erectile errantry’s exserted protuberance is a kinesiology kleptomaniac with his embark embargo extraditions and his eventuation evocative execrations, a positive amalgamated anathema android of a terminus thrall. The shadow in the shade of the silhouette sojourn. The bailiff’s rakeness rails incarnate, unicorn railway nails and all. He will paint mirador bartizan panorama tableaus all over your proximity parameter perimeter peripherals. Force the enmity to acquiesce into impunity.” “Why this is not but an ogling ogre of an oligarchy omelet” she shrieked as he continued to tickle her. “Down here at the bizarre bazaar we all believe in the blasphemous farcical fugueness,” he said. “Positive orchestration renditions of transpositional interlude.” “Come here,” she said “let my clambering clamorous clangor write you a wield wile treatise expose’.” “The legions of Chinga da are battling the hoards of Gunga din saying ‘kinetic supremacy temporize tractive fluent’ , it’s sheer genocide. That plasty goop nosed Gumby ****** Gunga doesn’t stand a chance. Coax cacophony clout, catatonic phonics, grizzly grotto grouches all”, She squealed. “Now you’re gumption dreaming”, he chimed. “Chutzpah panache spontaneous generation complicity, gambit alluvium aloof succor.”
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Maieutic dreamer, the ecstatic euphorias of cerebral cortex’s ****** matrix are pandemic.  Extravagant exorbitances of flirtatious flamboyance and flippantly flighty flit-ness.  But what of stint-ness snities?  Excruciating exacerbations of laboriously beleaguering hypercritically meticulous tediums.   Synaptic syntax is fervently intense like a feral phrenic frenzied ****  Ruminating humanity’s collective consciousness gives me hysterical deliriums.  We’re frenetically febrile, atrociously impetuous impudents who don’t know our id conclusion from our impromptu innuendo juncture.  And what of the organizational principles of our subconscious continuums?  Do we only dream about dexterous articulation?  Can we become the agile acuity we envision or do we wallow in the drifty drivel of dour droll’s dreary?  What’s to phatic say about futurity fatidic’s forlorn wanton?  We need chutzpah, moxie savvy’s panache.  Is there no such thing as a universally acceptable ontological deontology?  Probity is as obvious as due yesterday, ethology’s entelechy the omnipresent reward.  Elan vital is not subjective, it’s objective.  Explicating epiphanies of social contiguity’s prospectus so innate as to be irrefragable.  Not perhaps the oligarchies of eclectic synectics, but perhaps the pugnacious audacities of emote to exude aimed imbue.  Assay relay’s convey, foray delay purveys inveigh.  Perhaps if we are all cogently fecund with our vituperatively vociferous the holocaustial cacophony of our obstreperously abstruse will be just what the grotto grouch gumption ordered.  Infusing all with the capability of  aspiring to higher powers and yet not forgetting the mystery of self and others.  I know I know what an ingratiating sycophant on the introjection.  Gambits of alluvium aloof impunity when we all know immunity is Epicurean absurdity, but I already covered that on the phrenic aimed holocaustial cacophony.  Seriously of we all enunciate so on the diction of mesomerism's to punctual.  Why can’t that be the essence of accidence ambience acoustics, the arbitrational attenuation of actuator's aorist.  We are not ethereal, we are corporeally preternatural and the sooner we all learn to respect each other to that the sooner we can get down to the sublimely surreal in oneiromancy’s apotropaic panaceas.
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May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 11:35 AM UTC
Importunacy? or The Apotheosis of Oneiromancy's Apotropaic Panaceas
Maieutic dreamer, the ecstatic euphorias of cerebral cortex’s ****** matrix are pandemic.  Extravagant exorbitances of flirtatious flamboyance and flippantly flighty flit-ness.  But what of stint-ness snities?  Excruciating exacerbations of laboriously beleaguering hypercritically meticulous tediums.   Synaptic syntax is fervently intense like a feral phrenic frenzied ****  Ruminating humanity’s collective consciousness gives me hysterical deliriums.  We’re frenetically febrile, atrociously impetuous impudents who don’t know our id conclusion from our impromptu innuendo juncture.  And what of the organizational principles of our subconscious continuums?  Do we only dream about dexterous articulation?  Can we become the agile acuity we envision or do we wallow in the drifty drivel of dour droll’s dreary?  What’s to phatic say about futurity fatidic’s forlorn wanton?  We need chutzpah, moxie savvy’s panache.  Is there no such thing as a universally acceptable ontological deontology?  Probity is as obvious as due yesterday, ethology’s entelechy the omnipresent reward.  Elan vital is not subjective, it’s objective.  Explicating epiphanies of social contiguity’s prospectus so innate as to be irrefragable.  Not perhaps the oligarchies of eclectic synectics, but perhaps the pugnacious audacities of emote to exude aimed imbue.  Assay relay’s convey, foray delay purveys inveigh.  Perhaps if we are all cogently fecund with our vituperatively vociferous the holocaustial cacophony of our obstreperously abstruse will be just what the grotto grouch gumption ordered.  Infusing all with the capability of  aspiring to higher powers and yet not forgetting the mystery of self and others.  I know I know what an ingratiating sycophant on the introjection.  Gambits of alluvium aloof impunity when we all know immunity is Epicurean absurdity, but I already covered that on the phrenic aimed holocaustial cacophony.  Seriously of we all enunciate so on the diction of mesomerism's to punctual.  Why can’t that be the essence of accidence ambience acoustics, the arbitrational attenuation of actuator's aorist.  We are not ethereal, we are corporeally preternatural and the sooner we all learn to respect each other to that the sooner we can get down to the sublimely surreal in oneiromancy’s apotropaic panaceas.
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They hide behind A masked impunity One that loiters on the lips That gathers dust While proclaiming A nightmare of angels Who haunt derangement In startling blasphemous hullucinations Which excite to the point of delerium Who menace with grandiose examples Which surpass all human capacities Renouncing indisputable rights as heresy Keeping their stones not cast, unthrown
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Aug 8, 2012
Aug 8, 2012 at 3:04 PM UTC
The Hypocrites
Grievous grace, has due yesterday’s blue Autonomous avarice enigma entity’s hue Identity crisis guidon guile’s due Mystic symbiosis’ existential true Apostrophe sabbat transcendental kitsch Consortium liaison’s libido’s glitch Translucent opulence’s lambent’s a ***** Metaphysical mystique is black as pitch Terrestrial equestrian tellurian's terrene Adamant tenacity’s obtusely obscene Obstinate loquacity spiritually serene Maniacally meticulous  dexterity’s preen Lucid cogent fecund’s maieutic Incarnate’s manumissional eidetic Spatiotemporal telemetry’s fanatic Logistical tactician’s primal ecstatic Chicanery dynamism’s  opulent fealty Intrinsic innate retrospective cruelty Indigenous endemic inherent frailty Corrupt costume counselor subtlety Gambit alluvium aloof impunity Immunity is epicurian absurdity Who are we to us credulity Nimbus nimiety nihilism’s congruity
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Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 8:39 AM UTC
Cogent
Listen closely and hear our collective vernacular in a state of constant mitosis. Live and see our language begin to rival our own complexity. A myriad of inter-connecting word highways with more twists, turns and travelers than that of any physical road. A body of thought massing in our collective conscious, an infinite man-made addition to our finite physical reality. Every addition is another color, another taste, relative to the user in enunciation, becoming ever less limited by geography. Emotion attaches and tints the tone of individual words as we grow with age. Without it enabling us to define ourselves, we are left ignorant and insular. Memory accumulates casting a shadow and adds depth, communication cultivating perception to leverage change in corporeality. Pulsating slang spreading locally with fresh life to be globally colloquial. A wordsmith may use this power to celebrate or condemn their perception of reality, more still- will wield words like plowshares and escapism flourishes with such an expansive field where all of humanity is brought out to play. And sometimes- for me, it is just barely enough to grip a word with impunity.
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Jan 10, 2011
Jan 10, 2011 at 9:11 AM UTC
Nothing is like the Sound of a Pencil on Paper.
The robins have not yet appeared out my window. It is still too cold. The squirrels, meanwhile, go about their business year around, finding nuts, even pieces of bread left by kind people. Animals of all kind are wise, while we human beings are mostly lost in our illusion of what constitutes worth. Deer and elk up in the high country do not miss the chaos we human beings call civilization. The Civil War, for example, was, by no means, civil. Nowadays the scholars think that possibly as many as 700,000 men lost their lives over the horror of human ******* Not for a second would even one rabbit condone slavery, but our Constitution made it legal. A buffalo, if there still is one, would never **** with impunity a black 13 year old girl, then sell her for a handsome profit to another American citizen who happened to be a slave owner himself. Do you think a worm or an otter would brook 60 lashes to a slave who had the audacity to try to learn how to read or write? Slavery's child, racism, was never just in the Deep South. Today, this moral disease permeates every town and city in our "democracy" from sea to shining sea. When do you think the robin will reappear? When do think humanity will become as moral as any raccoon or fox? TOD HOWARD HAWKS
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Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 1:30 AM UTC
ADAGIO SOSTENUTO
Maieutic dreamer, the ecstatic euphoria of cerebral cortex’s ****** matrix is pandemic.  Extravagant exorbitances of flirtatious flamboyance and flippantly flighty flit-ness.  But what of stint-ness snities?  Excruciating exacerbations of laboriously beleaguering hypercritically meticulous tediums.   Synaptic syntax is fervently intense like a feral phrenic frenzied ****  Ruminating humanity’s collective consciousness gives me hysterical deliriums.  We’re frenetically febrile, atrociously impetuous impudents who don’t know our id conclusion from our impromptu innuendo juncture.  And what of the organizational principles of our subconscious continuums?  Do we only dream about dexterous articulation?  Can we become the agile acuity we envision or do we wallow in the drifty drivel of dour droll’s dreary?  What’s to phatic say about futurity fatidic’s forlorn wanton?  We need chutzpah, moxie savvy’s panache.  Is there no such thing as a universally acceptable ontological deontology?  Probity is as obvious as due yesterday, ethology’s entelechy the omnipresent reward.  Elan vital is not subjective, it’s objective.  Explicating epiphanies of social contiguity’s prospectus so innate as to be irrefragable.  Not perhaps the oligarchies of eclectic synectics, but perhaps the pugnacious audacities of emote to exude aimed imbue.  Assay relay’s convey, foray delay purveys inveigh.  Perhaps if we are all cogently fecund with our vituperatively vociferous the holocaustial cacophony of our obstreperously abstruse will be just what the grotto grouch gumption ordered.  Infusing all with the capability of  aspiring to higher powers and yet not forgetting the mystery of self and others.  I know I know what an ingratiating sycophant on the introjection.  Gambits of alluvium aloof impunity when we all know immunity is Epicurean absurdity, but I already covered that on the phrenic aimed holocaustial cacophony.  Seriously of we all enunciate so on the diction of mesomerism's to punctual.  Why can’t that be the essence of accidence ambience acoustics, the arbitrational attenuation of actuator's aorist.  We are not ethereal, we are corporeally preternatural and the sooner we all learn to respect each other to that the sooner we can get down to the sublimely surreal in oneiromancy’s apotropaic panaceas.
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Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 7:19 PM UTC
Importunacy? or The Apotheosis of Oneiromancy's Apotropaic Panaceas
Maieutic dreamer, the ecstatic euphoria of cerebral cortex’s ****** matrix is pandemic.  Extravagant exorbitances of flirtatious flamboyance and flippantly flighty flit-ness.  But what of stint-ness snities?  Excruciating exacerbations of laboriously beleaguering hypercritically meticulous tediums.   Synaptic syntax is fervently intense like a feral phrenic frenzied ****  Ruminating humanity’s collective consciousness gives me hysterical deliriums.  We’re frenetically febrile, atrociously impetuous impudents who don’t know our id conclusion from our impromptu innuendo juncture.  And what of the organizational principles of our subconscious continuums?  Do we only dream about dexterous articulation?  Can we become the agile acuity we envision or do we wallow in the drifty drivel of dour droll’s dreary?  What’s to phatic say about futurity fatidic’s forlorn wanton?  We need chutzpah, moxie savvy’s panache.  Is there no such thing as a universally acceptable ontological deontology?  Probity is as obvious as due yesterday, ethology’s entelechy the omnipresent reward.  Elan vital is not subjective, it’s objective.  Explicating epiphanies of social contiguity’s prospectus so innate as to be irrefragable.  Not perhaps the oligarchies of eclectic synectics, but perhaps the pugnacious audacities of emote to exude aimed imbue.  Assay relay’s convey, foray delay purveys inveigh.  Perhaps if we are all cogently fecund with our vituperatively vociferous the holocaustial cacophony of our obstreperously abstruse will be just what the grotto grouch gumption ordered.  Infusing all with the capability of  aspiring to higher powers and yet not forgetting the mystery of self and others.  I know I know what an ingratiating sycophant on the introjection.  Gambits of alluvium aloof impunity when we all know immunity is Epicurean absurdity, but I already covered that on the phrenic aimed holocaustial cacophony.  Seriously of we all enunciate so on the diction of mesomerism's to punctual.  Why can’t that be the essence of accidence ambience acoustics, the arbitrational attenuation of actuator's aorist.  We are not ethereal, we are corporeally preternatural and the sooner we all learn to respect each other to that the sooner we can get down to the sublimely surreal in oneiromancy’s apotropaic panaceas.
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Santa was a hit man and he had no alibi His big red suit was drenched in blood, more vibrant than a dye See, Mrs. Clause was KGB, and the North Pole was her base And Santa was the corporate shell that really owned the place The "elves" were political prisoners (and yes, some were rather short) And the present-giving Christmas was the day Clause would report But when the Union went away, there was no need for Clauses And they ripped up the whole contract (not covered in Incidental Causes) Mrs. Clause got into drinking, and it got worse everyday 'Till it happened: she was so drunk, she keeled over in the hay They found her the next morning with a reindeer on her head Santa knew before the med report that Mrs. Clause was dead So he went back to the basics, and he hooked into Network 1 The most top secret channel where certain agents have their fun He was lost without his partner (their marriage was arranged) She had handled the business,his financial sense was left estranged He knew without her, he'd go under; have to sell the Pole to the West He needed to make the payments by doing just what he knew best Santa filled the role of assassin, killing silently with grace He laid a finger beside his nose before he shoved the gun up in your face Making the hits look unconnected, well he varied up his style In fact he was thinking of being a "serial killer" and followed that up for a little while But his stealing milk and cookies didn't clue anybody in Maybe it just wasn't plausible to blame the fat man and his grin Whatever the case, he's a random killer who strikes with impunity With a swish of his coat, he jumps roof to roof, flaunting his immunity
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Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 9:23 PM UTC
The Authorities Have Reason to Suspect That Santa Clause is Connected to Multiple Homicides
Santa was a hit man and he had no alibi His big red suit was drenched in blood, more vibrant than a dye See, Mrs. Clause was KGB, and the North Pole was her base And Santa was the corporate shell that really owned the place The "elves" were political prisoners (and yes, some were rather short) And the present-giving Christmas was the day Clause would report But when the Union went away, there was no need for Clauses And they ripped up the whole contract (not covered in Incidental Causes) Mrs. Clause got into drinking, and it got worse everyday 'Till it happened: she was so drunk, she keeled over in the hay They found her the next morning with a reindeer on her head Santa knew before the med report that Mrs. Clause was dead So he went back to the basics, and he hooked into Network 1 The most top secret channel where certain agents have their fun He was lost without his partner (their marriage was arranged) She had handled the business,his financial sense was left estranged He knew without her, he'd go under; have to sell the Pole to the West He needed to make the payments by doing just what he knew best Santa filled the role of assassin, killing silently with grace He laid a finger beside his nose before he shoved the gun up in your face Making the hits look unconnected, well he varied up his style In fact he was thinking of being a "serial killer" and followed that up for a little while But his stealing milk and cookies didn't clue anybody in Maybe it just wasn't plausible to blame the fat man and his grin Whatever the case, he's a random killer who strikes with impunity With a swish of his coat, he jumps roof to roof, flaunting his immunity
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The day is overcast From an ogre blast Of the covert class Giving a motor mass About a potent past Building a molten mask To avoid the token task Of fighting the coldest clash To break our coated cast They only help If it's for wealth Then they stealth Once it's dealt Until they melt Into their belts Providing welts Prioritizing financial impunity Over helping their community Then asking for social immunity After all they do to me Being so rude to be Hopelessly glued to greed Until we are blue and bleed They kick up dirt and flee Into sandy eyes that plead But as far as I can see Vultures are flying free Over the uprooted trees Conquering overseas A manifest destiny They claim is for me They won't take a leap of faith Life for them is keep and take Saying let them eat cake Over the bones we break Because the serious stake Is our entire life's fate Yet they can't relate So we live in a state Of being an inmate Of their opulent hate So they can feel great Clouds cover the sky As clowns suffer and die Because we suffer from lies Of the ***** drawn flies Blocking the sunrise
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Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC
Overcast
American Whiteness the greatest mental illness of all time even before they were diagnosed the world has become safer because the world finally has funded a wall around America a padded room institution where the dissociative disorder can destroy itself and not everyone else in the process the casual crisis is an emergency whiteness the coup d’état is wreaking havoc on the human soul domesticated whiteness riskiest to do business with spilling blood all around the world quarantine the biohazard whiteness on its journey of impunity when my family was most vulnerable to the morbid lust of the mental illness of whiteness we gently genocidally refer to as social construction which is really the deconstruction of the black human and the origins of humanity American American built by the pieces of my family glued and mortared by the blood and sweat spilled from them the most dangerous deconstruction site in the world biological warfare spewing leaking uncontrollably contaminating humanity polluting its evolution at war with symbiosis for the purity of fascism sake a coup d’état called American whiteness which is also been a long untreated dissociative disorder
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Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 10:20 PM UTC
cou d’état
By: Cedric McClester Abdul and the pirates Often used to boast How they had impunity Along the Somalian coast Taking ships whenever The opportunity appeared Holding them for ransom So the ***** could be shared Then the Maersk Alabama Came into the sight Of Abdul and the pirates Quite to their delight So they came aboard Making their demands But the unarmed Maersk crew Took it from their hands Abdul and the pirates Had no idea at all That they would be the ones Eventually who would fall So they took the captain Who had volunteered To become their hostage As towards home they steered Hoping they could reach The Somalian shore Where they would be successful In demanding much much more Abdul and the pirates Had no idea at all That they would be the ones Eventually who would fall A team of Navy snipers Were quietly on the case Looking for a target When the order was in place Abdul and the Pirates Unwillingly complied And that perhaps explains Why it is they died Abdul and the pirates Had no idea at all That they would be the ones Eventually who would fall So they took the captain Who had volunteered To become their hostage As towards home they steered Hoping they could reach The Somalian shore Where they would be successful In demanding much much more Abdul and the pirates Had no idea at all That they would be the ones Evenually who would fall Abdul and the Pirate Aren’t around to boast How they had impunity Along the Somalian coast Quite unfortunately for them They’ve become burnt toast (c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
ABDUL AND THE PIRATES
By: Cedric McClester Abdul and the pirates Often used to boast How they had impunity Along the Somalian coast Taking ships whenever The opportunity appeared Holding them for ransom So the ***** could be shared Then the Maersk Alabama Came into the sight Of Abdul and the pirates Quite to their delight So they came aboard Making their demands But the unarmed Maersk crew Took it from their hands Abdul and the pirates Had no idea at all That they would be the ones Eventually who would fall So they took the captain Who had volunteered To become their hostage As towards home they steered Hoping they could reach The Somalian shore Where they would be successful In demanding much much more Abdul and the pirates Had no idea at all That they would be the ones Eventually who would fall A team of Navy snipers Were quietly on the case Looking for a target When the order was in place Abdul and the Pirates Unwillingly complied And that perhaps explains Why it is they died Abdul and the pirates Had no idea at all That they would be the ones Eventually who would fall So they took the captain Who had volunteered To become their hostage As towards home they steered Hoping they could reach The Somalian shore Where they would be successful In demanding much much more Abdul and the pirates Had no idea at all That they would be the ones Evenually who would fall Abdul and the Pirate Aren’t around to boast How they had impunity Along the Somalian coast Quite unfortunately for them They’ve become burnt toast (c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
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