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"indefensible" poems
Starving his people so that they eat off dumpsters is not enough; Causing more than 3,000,000 of the best and brightest to emigrate is not enough; An annual inflation rate of 60,324% today (source: Forbes) is not enough; Rejecting at gun point foreign food and medicine to aid the sick and starving at the borders is not enough; Trampling on the Constitution and establishing a dictatorship is not enough; Billions of dollars stolen from the Venezuelan people by cronies is not enough; Destroying hope, progress, and a leading world economy is not enough; Today government thugs are literally running over protesters in armored vehicles. A small group of rabid-left apologists in the U.S. telling us to ignore the man behind the curtain in an insane attempt to defend the indefensible must face reality. Maduro must go. His Marxist dystopia must be dismantled. The Venezuelan people must regain the right of self determination through free and fair elections--not the sham elections all Communist nations use to show close to 100% approval of the ruling tyrant. Enough is enough!
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Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 2:00 PM UTC
Venezuela: Enough is Enough!
Am still, watching myself keen, As I dissolve now slowly unseen. A phantom built painstakingly On lies,half-truths,all hidden guilt. Worldly bar of expectations heavy, Affecting false and burdening a levy. I dared, only for you my sacred lover, My humanity too,so desperate to flower. I'm now destiny broken,so invulnerable, Barriers none whatever,nothing indefensible!
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Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 4:27 PM UTC
I-The Barrier dissolved.
“My poems are often wiser than me, lean into a more keen universe of understanding.” Joy Harjo <•> instant recognition moment, Joy, your words, (despite the kitchen cooking clanging chatter next door), spilling into the quiet space of my thanksgiving brain my wiser poems are insights inscribed inside, exposed and released all in their own good time, they, always blogging, leaning out to escape, asking the Governor for clemency, early release poems that are my self-defensive explicit explanations, excuses, convoluted ratinocations, prosecutorial accusations, leveled by my disbelieving, revealing, sworn to silence not-to-be-trusted-confessor-me against the indefensible nobody likes a wise guy,   but out they come, under the covers, dem poems   of nighttime darkness, spilling beans and silent screams, asking you if we remember that time when we... yes, we. but writ in the first person personal, in words summoned from his own ****** deep darkness? better in plain english when sharing shadings of universal, and you leaning in on me from within, presence of pressure, a plaintive palliative wailing, ejecting an *********** of joy when “please release us” is honored with our collective wisdom <•> 11/24/17 9:07am
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Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 10:07 AM UTC
My poems are often wiser than me
We are young! We are strong! Lungs to the heavens as our hearts sing along! We run as thousands but we stand as one! Souls in the heavens with eyes on the gun, fun! Pound our feet in the ground, rumblin' rhythmic footsteps move mountains with its sound! Our words heat the air as the ice cracks loud! Their shiver is shared; Let them stare, we don't care Melt into the crowd, and we still stand out! Individual Indivisible Indescribable Indefensible Yet still feasible to stay reasonable No treason is seasonal No wall is that pliable Withstand hate with strength undeniable Vicious, and still likable Quick to bite; to heal a wound Get hurt, get chewed Get back up, Get out soon And we stand up in rythum And get back in tune Singing a song, to sing along Where we all belong, Where none is wrong Mass hysteria with a flex of a muscle Show them all just how strong Long in the tooth or still young You too can have youth melt in the crowd, stand your ground or get swallowed up by the swiftness of our sound
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Feb 9, 2012
Feb 9, 2012 at 11:57 PM UTC
Born From a Boombox
These Lines: etched and edged, well-distinct and ill-defining, clarifying and disguising, multifarious characters, multivariate natures. nefarious and courageous. thickened thinnings, straightforward curvings, appointed and unanointed, given, taken, and then redrawn, misshapen. both boundary and limitations, goal reached, unending destinations, a human's realm of indefinite definitions, These Lines: mappings of his domain, recordings of his failings. my great divide, testimonies to my endings, visual markers of virtuous past successes, virtual future failures invadings. How can they be both simultaneous? These Lines: double etched and sword edged, outbound-triumphant, defending, inbound-plaintive, wailing, both an indefensible and defensive blade, cutting, both ways. *PostScript: The twenty eight of the month of Feb-rue-ary, clear enough ending to the muddiest, contrary, turgid month of the ifs of a man's life.*
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Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 4:50 AM UTC
The Lines of Me (The 28th of February)
I smell. . . . horse **** It's less offensive than the ******** i've been seeing lately They say it with their hands, mouths, eyes Desperate offences in defence of the indefensible Tonight i sat in a safe space where we clicked to show our appreciation Heard resonations of clicking when a poet spoke words that darted through our foreheads And lit something there. We knew the responses: "This is new ****             NEEEEEEEWWWW **** Clap the poet, not the points the points are not the point We knew we were offered hearts more than words Their rhythms and awakenings, arrhythmias, overflowings, and midnight ponderings. So we put our own into our palms and beat them together for every poet who dared to touch that microphone to their chest.
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Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 6:21 PM UTC
Why poetry slams are better than racism
How often I Get into cars with drunk people driving I shouldn’t be surprised by The people who have faith In other questionable **** Jesus may be just as inevitable As the wreckage to come Just not today Never today Still - y’know, statistically I put my faith in just as Logically indefensible ****
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Sep 21, 2023
Sep 21, 2023 at 10:42 AM UTC
Unwarranted Faith
The poets dwell within their Hell on a Sabbath day witching hour Their minds a wreck Their hands   of tech They grind their teeth in angst Silence staid The beds unmade Searching for who knows what Snaps a pencil It's indefensible He can't go back to bed Quasimodo? Was he noble ? Played center for Notre Dame Came draft day He was cast away Which foot was it you ask ? Well the venom's drip that sank a ship Manned by mushroom brained morons Will be the first to experience the worst That trickles down that piggies leg "We all live in a yellow submarine" It's just another "Day in the life" After all happiness is a warm warm gun
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May 11, 2025
May 11, 2025 at 3:31 AM UTC
The poets hell
One God many ways to worship. Any religious fanatics that **** innocents wears the sign of the beast, there is one clear description: "They will commit atrocities in my name". All creeds have been guilty of this; but the devil's greatest trick is dividing us. Don't defend the indefensible. Do not judge. The persons committing these atrocities are judging and condemning and killing. You wont see me trying to discredit all that God has made. It is all creation. And the one who wants to taint it will deceive us and as long as we have persons who have evil in their hearts, who have the cold hearted nerve to commit these  atrocious acts there will be an exploitation of others. I pray for all. Everyone of God's creation to be saved. May the Lord have mercy!
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Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC
The beast of religion,
Don't be fooled by my complacent look I'll take every word within this book Give it new meaning, no, it took Me minutes, or ten hours. Don't be fooled by my resolve to do What's not for me, what comes from you, My mind has still not gone all through And found reason in these flowers. For I know I'm of an independent mind And I know that if the mind is not aligned With yours, I'll steer my own track down this crooked lane Where all howl with their might and main On how they're sitting in the rain Because investigation, what's that? Curiosity may have killed the cat, But don't take food brought just like that Not knowing what's in the caveat May land you in the black hat. And when will you know if you will be pulled out? And when will you know, if you know, what format? But, don't be fooled, I won't be sensible, Sweet, right or comprehensible, A position indefensible, Yet infinitely more fun. Don't be fooled, my reason's lock and key, There's stumbles still in stock for me, And alas, many more of these, Will be some already done. But I know I'm of an independent mind And I know that if the mind is not aligned...
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Jul 22, 2022
Jul 22, 2022 at 2:41 PM UTC
Don't be fooled
Yo to keep it 100 - If I could go back in time I wouldn't. Let the records hold they place. I'm done tryin to convince you both the things I been threw. Before my jersey was in the rafters, I was like Vince before he left the Raptors, Bounding over boundaries like I had shox in my shoes. You see I tried to impress the judges - I was shocked by the boo's, My heart turned colder than Toronto cause all my exes were actors, See I had to ditch diplomacy ; depend against my attackers, I felt like a loan warrior and then suddenly - I grew, My limbs stretched further than my imagination, My torso was more so like a river basin, but as my body grew in size , the guilt I carried did too, Before I knew it - my shadow covered the ground like a sheet, Amazed by the mass I had amassed - I was in disbelief I now stood more than 81 ft, Now everything I never knew was within my reach, But peep The burdens that I bear be on some revenant. I fed my guilt, it fed off me - I was JUST like Rick Moranis. I'm Ja Morant or maybe more like Miles Morales.. I'm more and more embarrassed ..by the Aurora Borealus..... left by my shame. I was forced to swallows my pride - **** be ****** up my larynx, But I'm boarding up my barracks, And I'm suggesting you to do the same, I'm running gags like lil homie from home alone, I been on DND ever since karma called my home, Mfs want my jazz but not my blues - I'm more like Karl Malone, I tried to blame the refs for my fugue state, when it was me that here .. in the first place. The victim was the culprit. Over me it loomed - dropped an anvil of anguish like they do in ****** tunes, I'm hangin on by a thread not even lilo could stitch me, Had to walk it like I talk it - fate tied the shoes on my tongue, My skin singed by the sharp pain of the 1000 looks, My skull crushed under the weight of 1000 books, I had to eat my words, I couldn't stomach it, My indigestion was incomprehensible, My miscomprehension of of my tendons was indefensible, The guilt of feelin like a ship with no direction. That gut feelin to cut feelins cause **** get deep like a Cesarean Section..
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Jul 2, 2024
Jul 2, 2024 at 5:13 PM UTC
Guilt Chamberlain
Yo to keep it 100 - If I could go back in time I wouldn't. Let the records hold they place. I'm done tryin to convince you both the things I been threw. Before my jersey was in the rafters, I was like Vince before he left the Raptors, Bounding over boundaries like I had shox in my shoes. You see I tried to impress the judges - I was shocked by the boo's, My heart turned colder than Toronto cause all my exes were actors, See I had to ditch diplomacy ; depend against my attackers, I felt like a loan warrior and then suddenly - I grew, My limbs stretched further than my imagination, My torso was more so like a river basin, but as my body grew in size , the guilt I carried did too, Before I knew it - my shadow covered the ground like a sheet, Amazed by the mass I had amassed - I was in disbelief I now stood more than 81 ft, Now everything I never knew was within my reach, But peep The burdens that I bear be on some revenant. I fed my guilt, it fed off me - I was JUST like Rick Moranis. I'm Ja Morant or maybe more like Miles Morales.. I'm more and more embarrassed ..by the Aurora Borealus..... left by my shame. I was forced to swallows my pride - **** be ****** up my larynx, But I'm boarding up my barracks, And I'm suggesting you to do the same, I'm running gags like lil homie from home alone, I been on DND ever since karma called my home, Mfs want my jazz but not my blues - I'm more like Karl Malone, I tried to blame the refs for my fugue state, when it was me that here .. in the first place. The victim was the culprit. Over me it loomed - dropped an anvil of anguish like they do in ****** tunes, I'm hangin on by a thread not even lilo could stitch me, Had to walk it like I talk it - fate tied the shoes on my tongue, My skin singed by the sharp pain of the 1000 looks, My skull crushed under the weight of 1000 books, I had to eat my words, I couldn't stomach it, My indigestion was incomprehensible, My miscomprehension of of my tendons was indefensible, The guilt of feelin like a ship with no direction. That gut feelin to cut feelins cause **** get deep like a Cesarean Section..
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I need to know that to defend the indefensible is not to turn your back on your race or what is right I need to know that to assume inerrancy is to make yourself God above all light I need to know that our hearts are the same as are the fears we harbor inside for our children at night I need to know that those whom we accuse and carry a badge or a sign are black and white I need to know that fear is not always evil that a mistake is not intent but in whose sight? I need to know that we must come together for our world has been weakened by the battle we fight
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Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC
To Know
Please write back to me and tell me how to protest, Because I'm terrified of running into a bad cop, or privileged white people thinking they can make a citizens arrests Please give me something else to do since you don't want me to take a knee, To silently protest while you sing an anthem that represents you but doesn't represent me Please teach me how protest , So you don't have to reproach me for my lack of decorum, Give me something that will change the outcome Cause people are dying and it seems you don't care , how come ? We defend the indefensible crimes of those paid to protect us, and expect us to sit idly by as they **** us, Turn on the news and watch Watch them defend the good ole' boys in blue as they go through our history and berate us Dear white people, Why can I not yell and scream ? To make up for the air taken from George Floyd's lungs as he whimpered I can't breathe Breathe, an unequivocal human right A knee to the neck, crushing the passage way, from his eyes was gone the light The sight, myself a black man that will raise black sons how can I not stare in fright? Fright , fear in my heart from the sight The new Jim Crow or the old one? No ropes but we are still lynched No dogs chasing us but still the same plight Dear white white church, You're probably the biggest problem of all. All the political capital and still you don't answer our call. So focused on abortion rights but don't seem to care about black babies when they get a little tall Jesus was a man of color unjustfully killed Jesus was a man of color unjustfully killed Every black man and woman killed an image of Christ but it seems you've willed Yourself into believing that God doesn't see Your silence, you've been billed! And no penance can pay the cost you owe In the pockets of politicians You've gone so low Picking a party over people You thought we wouldn't know ? Its no surprise that Donald Trump would go to a church posing with a Bible Appeasing you so You fill his pockets with dollars so that the calamity never ends Dear white allies We appreciate you answering the call The problem doesn't directly affect you but still you stand and stand tall You are our professors, elders, neighbors , church members you give your energy , your passion, your privilege and you use it all Dear white allies, We're happy to call you friends The work is far from done Its never fun but friendships like this never end.
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Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 10:02 AM UTC
Dear white conservative
Please write back to me and tell me how to protest, Because I'm terrified of running into a bad cop, or privileged white people thinking they can make a citizens arrests Please give me something else to do since you don't want me to take a knee, To silently protest while you sing an anthem that represents you but doesn't represent me Please teach me how protest , So you don't have to reproach me for my lack of decorum, Give me something that will change the outcome Cause people are dying and it seems you don't care , how come ? We defend the indefensible crimes of those paid to protect us, and expect us to sit idly by as they **** us, Turn on the news and watch Watch them defend the good ole' boys in blue as they go through our history and berate us Dear white people, Why can I not yell and scream ? To make up for the air taken from George Floyd's lungs as he whimpered I can't breathe Breathe, an unequivocal human right A knee to the neck, crushing the passage way, from his eyes was gone the light The sight, myself a black man that will raise black sons how can I not stare in fright? Fright , fear in my heart from the sight The new Jim Crow or the old one? No ropes but we are still lynched No dogs chasing us but still the same plight Dear white white church, You're probably the biggest problem of all. All the political capital and still you don't answer our call. So focused on abortion rights but don't seem to care about black babies when they get a little tall Jesus was a man of color unjustfully killed Jesus was a man of color unjustfully killed Every black man and woman killed an image of Christ but it seems you've willed Yourself into believing that God doesn't see Your silence, you've been billed! And no penance can pay the cost you owe In the pockets of politicians You've gone so low Picking a party over people You thought we wouldn't know ? Its no surprise that Donald Trump would go to a church posing with a Bible Appeasing you so You fill his pockets with dollars so that the calamity never ends Dear white allies We appreciate you answering the call The problem doesn't directly affect you but still you stand and stand tall You are our professors, elders, neighbors , church members you give your energy , your passion, your privilege and you use it all Dear white allies, We're happy to call you friends The work is far from done Its never fun but friendships like this never end.
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INVISIBLE and broken are we unknown to our own kind are we indefensible and ruined are we Our life is mystery Our life is heartbreak Our life is evil Our life is worst off together so broken and shameless No heartbeat between us divided between day & night gazing from the gutter of a private dark heaven is our life Getting closer to god Getting closer to life Getting closer to meaning it will never be it can never be forever stalking those unlike you and me We are the creatures of the Night. :: 09-29-2018 ::
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Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 10:26 PM UTC
INVISIBLE AND BROKEN
Details shape perspectives killing time classifying experiences drawing lessons from the past to live a fleeting present wrapped up in comfort offered by the most illusive conviction we are ensuring a mistakeless future laying the grounds to understanding. People hurt others and themselves, a fact, have and will do so again, might as well rationalise and take notes, categorise offenses under text book notions of human psyche. To pseudo comprehend, believe they surely did it out jealousy or envy, inferiority complex, greed, fear of rejection, of commitment, fear tout court, latent ancient traumas, alcoholism, loneliness, inadequacy, stress, lack of fantasy, defence mechanisms, revenge and rage, frustration, Freudian mums and dads to blame, poverty, miseducation or in vogue bipolar mental disorders. Newly labelled manic depression justifying the indefensible, falling under the taxonomy of psychological disease. Victim of one’s mind or coward in disguise? And if evil be an illness would it follow that, with no fault comes no crime? The catalogue complete, what is left a bunch of notes recorded in the abyssal perplexity of tired brains, aged bones. A life spent studying flaws instead of standing in awe in front of All. While if, zooming out from details to focus on bigger pictures, homes become nations, neighbourhoods Earth, individuals Humanity, the Universe, partial essence of which we are, traveling without moving through mysterious space under mystic laws we call, Natural. Do they determine who we are? And if, ridding of the catalogue I am reborn, a newfound meaning looking far beyond, to see amazing little creatures stubbornly survive, to live and endure, prove we are much more than complexes and fears, ambitions and diseases, corrupted thoughts, but a miracle of feelings, eager to learn, only beginning to become, aware of itself.
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Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 8:12 AM UTC
DETAIL DECEPTION
Details shape perspectives killing time classifying experiences drawing lessons from the past to live a fleeting present wrapped up in comfort offered by the most illusive conviction we are ensuring a mistakeless future laying the grounds to understanding. People hurt others and themselves, a fact, have and will do so again, might as well rationalise and take notes, categorise offenses under text book notions of human psyche. To pseudo comprehend, believe they surely did it out jealousy or envy, inferiority complex, greed, fear of rejection, of commitment, fear tout court, latent ancient traumas, alcoholism, loneliness, inadequacy, stress, lack of fantasy, defence mechanisms, revenge and rage, frustration, Freudian mums and dads to blame, poverty, miseducation or in vogue bipolar mental disorders. Newly labelled manic depression justifying the indefensible, falling under the taxonomy of psychological disease. Victim of one’s mind or coward in disguise? And if evil be an illness would it follow that, with no fault comes no crime? The catalogue complete, what is left a bunch of notes recorded in the abyssal perplexity of tired brains, aged bones. A life spent studying flaws instead of standing in awe in front of All. While if, zooming out from details to focus on bigger pictures, homes become nations, neighbourhoods Earth, individuals Humanity, the Universe, partial essence of which we are, traveling without moving through mysterious space under mystic laws we call, Natural. Do they determine who we are? And if, ridding of the catalogue I am reborn, a newfound meaning looking far beyond, to see amazing little creatures stubbornly survive, to live and endure, prove we are much more than complexes and fears, ambitions and diseases, corrupted thoughts, but a miracle of feelings, eager to learn, only beginning to become, aware of itself.
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"Stand Up" the body reverberations of a use to be spirit man or woman who know which is first or previous to the echo standing on the corner in blue suede sneakers the light turns green society continues on its merry way continues overpowering the individual because the individual is an indefensible myth otherwise it would stand alone which it can't the universe is to cold without the sun which is life bearer free and happy god creative force artist progenitor of the world in the beginning we always say what comes out in hindsight is so clear because it is the only real reality that we can see as we walk backwards into the future we describe the scenery already in the past of our experience but its such a feel so good answer that comforts we think its the future and go back to the comedy/vomit of errors wondering why we get such a bad taste in out mouths again and again we are amazed at the rules of life like don't punch a tiger in the face but at least two times every day someone does it just to see what will happen less expensive than a football game and more exhilarating that's what most of the pain is about ninety percent of the time anyway cheap forms of entertainment the other ten percent well who knows maybe if we stop the unneeded big part we will be able to do something with the little part that bites but i don't know might as well ask someone to stop overeating makes no sense to stop unless you want to so live and let live and learn and learn over and over again and again each person at a time sentient slates need to be written on and why should it end that is how human beings are that is the wheel itself give up the process and your eyeballs fall out the heart stops beating crap backs up and we explode out the emergency exit and something else stands up and starts walking
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Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 4:42 PM UTC
Stand Up
"Stand Up" the body reverberations of a use to be spirit man or woman who know which is first or previous to the echo standing on the corner in blue suede sneakers the light turns green society continues on its merry way continues overpowering the individual because the individual is an indefensible myth otherwise it would stand alone which it can't the universe is to cold without the sun which is life bearer free and happy god creative force artist progenitor of the world in the beginning we always say what comes out in hindsight is so clear because it is the only real reality that we can see as we walk backwards into the future we describe the scenery already in the past of our experience but its such a feel so good answer that comforts we think its the future and go back to the comedy/vomit of errors wondering why we get such a bad taste in out mouths again and again we are amazed at the rules of life like don't punch a tiger in the face but at least two times every day someone does it just to see what will happen less expensive than a football game and more exhilarating that's what most of the pain is about ninety percent of the time anyway cheap forms of entertainment the other ten percent well who knows maybe if we stop the unneeded big part we will be able to do something with the little part that bites but i don't know might as well ask someone to stop overeating makes no sense to stop unless you want to so live and let live and learn and learn over and over again and again each person at a time sentient slates need to be written on and why should it end that is how human beings are that is the wheel itself give up the process and your eyeballs fall out the heart stops beating crap backs up and we explode out the emergency exit and something else stands up and starts walking
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There is nothing chivalrous about a ****** In days of yore, when the rain did pour; Inside an inn, they spoke of was and when. Even then their present was defined by their history, As they prepared to march off to war again. With muddied boots, we stomp on those which we call our enemy. With feasts of meat and ale and fruit, we happily fill our bellies. We raise the roof with our own self-importance. We sing of past deeds and of how the battles were won. Where we once used swords so chivalrously, Now we fight each other using any surreptitious means; Instead of swords, now we use guns. Will we ever learn to end these battles We insist on having with our fellow humans? We are righteous in our reasoning, never mind the consequences. If I am stood before God and He asks me to defend humanity; Humanity shall stand alone; indefensible and defenceless. (C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 11:30 AM UTC
There is nothing chivalrous about a ******
Sabers cross and steel rattles into the heat of battle we go. Back and forth we ****** and withdraw. Dodging sideways and ducking thusly as cannon fire erupts around us. From side to side we see our ally and foe. Causing havoc and destruction we gouge each other with poison and place all that is dear in peril. Slashing at each other, we draw indefensible lines, back and forth we go. While the war is an illusion, the causalities are real as we duel with tongue and pen. Our war of words inflicts damage and creates division. How can such a war end, when our hearts and inkwells supply our ammunition and what we can contrive is unlimited, from the heart of the human soul.
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 11:24 PM UTC
War Fare
if you will defend the indefensible represent the reprehensible offend the inoffensive for effect then i feel i must respond in kind give you a piece of my lost mind as a nine millimetre double tap to the chest
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May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 12:49 AM UTC
is justice justification (or just a just assassination)