"insurgents" poems
While the calmness returns,
the strangers gone,
noise of gunshots,
the cry of the wounded
and dying are no more heard,
our children and women
came out of hiding,
the young men smiling sheepishly
as they survived the onslaught
of the insurgents.
You can see the older women
in small groups scattered all over
selling food and all kinds of stuff.
The stragglers returns,
loitering all over the place,
trying to adjust and blend
into the communities.
Laughter and shouts of joy
is again heard in our land
even the morning songs
of the turtle dove.
The stray dogs are seen
looking for food and handouts.
The women pounding
their yam in mortar
with the pistil are
heard in our backyard
with the noise of
happy children singing
and dancing at the village
square in the moonlight,
while the elders and young
men keep watch.
What a beautiful moment
as peace returns.
With grateful heart we
celebrate this day.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 5:15 PM UTC
The coffee *** just signalled, Ready,
So I pour the cream before the java:
A cup of divergent thinking.
There are roads running
In opposite directions,
Sharing points of similarity:
A tree, a sign, me.
Inside or outside the box of thinking,
Using the lower and upper ladder rungs
To paint the same wall,
Prologues and epilogues to the same story,
Lawyers in clown suits,
Children using,
Kittens chewing slippers,
Dogs in litter boxes,
Earth cooling,
Healing and feeding the masses,
Elected monarchies... NO monarchies,
Sleeping in or getting up,
Cursory letter to family and friends
(Though this is coming to an end),
Making love while wearing gloves,
The moon moves east to west
In the blink of sleep,
Churches giving alms and unlocking doors,
Schools excelling,
Parents attending.
To juxtapose is divergent,
Like sobering up with detergent
(You may be clean, but are you dry?).
If insurgents were divergent,
We'd have more convergence.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 9:25 AM UTC
Excuse me, Mr. Politician Man,
who the **** are you to say
what information the Government gets
at the detriment of mankind anyway?
Have you forgotten the Bill of Rights?
The 'inalienable' rights we all have?
Do they even ******* matter?
Do they even ******* exist?
I guess not.
What the **** are they doing
pressing this CISPA ********
Unlawful search and seizure of digital information
and they don't even care for warrants.
Under the guise of National Security
you'd have us all put in Camps or killed
just like we did to the Japanese all those years ago
but we've moved past that... right? Right?
I guess not.
We just keep it all more secretive now:
The people didn't stand for SOPA
and surely not for the NDAA
so what the **** gives you the idea
CISPA will fly, anyway?
Maybe if no one heard about it, it would work...
Maybe that's what you were counting on.
Excuse me, Mr. Politician Man,
who the **** are you to say
what information the Government gets
at the detriment of mankind anyway?
**** you, Mr. Politician Man
along with your constituents.
**** you, Mr. Politician Man
and your endorsements.
The Fourth Amendment requires due process
precluding unjust search and seizure;
but where the **** is due process or justice
in this proposed search at leisure?
You pass new legislation that augments old laws,
so much that they don't even need probable cause,
but not new rights nor protections for the citizenry,
not surprising given your abhorrent deontology:
You'd sooner send drones than diplomats.
You'd sooner stage attacks than be peaceful.
You'd sooner bail out banks than your citizens.
You'd sooner pass a law than change your ******* underwear.
What the **** gives you an inkling of the notion
that a beloved sociopath Politician
deserves your ******* devotion
if they pull this sort of ethical rescission?
Excuse me, Mr. Politician Man,
who the **** are you to say
what information the Government gets
at the detriment of mankind anyway?
**** you, Mr. Politician Man
along with your constituents.
**** you, Mr. Politician Man
and your endorsements.
**** me, Mr. Politician Man,
like you already do behind closed doors.
**** me, Mr. Politician Man
for ever trusting this accursed system.
Well, who the **** are you
trusted making legislation,
you can't even overcome
******* monetary gravitation.
Well, excuse me, Mr. Politician Man,
you want the People to become transparent?
Well **** you then, Mr. Politician Man
we want transparency of Government:
I'm sick of not knowing where Tax dollars go,
I'm sick of knowing over a quarter goes to the Military
which is funny in a deeply ****** up way
because I know I may help pay for
the drone that might fly overhead and see me and my friends as insurgents
and launch an IR missile to blow us to bits,
or the bullet that may be sent through my brain
as a distant if more probable than ever result
of your ******* legislation:
And so I say:
**** you, Mr. Politician Man,
along with your constituents
for making this a feasibility;
you're supposed to serve the people
but you'd rather put the U.S. in a state of futility.
So,
on behalf of all those you alienate each day,
I wish to extend to you a humble and heartfelt
Go **** yourself.
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 10:52 PM UTC
in today´s virtual worlds we take our avatars
to meet with others of their kind
in that cute coffee shop in neverland
hoping that one of many current superheroes
shows up for a quick drink before another dangerous task
like fighting dragons threatening fair damsels
killing the blinded one-eyed giant
defeating hordes of wild insurgents
saving our planet from superior but evil aliens
old fairy tales and myths
it seems
have donned contemporary virtual garbs
changed names and weapons
to happily exude their fascination
on yet another generation
hungry for adventures
that take them far away
from their quotidian battles for survival
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 5:05 PM UTC
Slippery insanity careens through marble forests,
trained insurgents capture dragon flies
grinding them up for pixie dust,
cowards siphon rain drops from entangled subatomic particles
inscribing hopeless anecdotes for economical tyranny,
bloated bumble bees bomb pearl harbor,
golden harps sprout wings chasing lost lovers
nourishing their insipid dreams,
homophobes parade **** inside sinking ships,
graveyards sneeze showers of formaldehyde,
nature's chemical cathedrals synthesize
the eleven dimensions of space and time,
summer's daughter bathes in autumn's waters
a myriad of memories engraved in the brain's tissues
trace the tapestry of neural plasticity
Prometheus's pollution and the alchemist's sunset
Jul 30, 2010
Jul 30, 2010 at 2:15 PM UTC
We yelled and staggered on
We stumbled and many fell
Detained in the perplexity
No respite as danger pursued
The ordeal ensued when
In the midst of clout struggle
The insurgents took up weaponry
Determined to surmount a dictator
That morning bewilderment originated
Helter-skelter we escaped for safety
Sad enough bullets out ran some
Especially as cross fires existed
We saw our Kinsmen reach for the ground
As though caught only with fatigue
But bullets indeed penetrated some
They lay motionless as we lurched on
Struggling to God knows where,
We knew not our course
No worst thing existed for us
Like the cross fires we were trapped in.
One by one we began to die that day
Randomly death swallowed us up,
While power mongers persisted
Fired projectiles missed targets for us.
We ran frantically in seek for safety
Recognizing us as restless victims,
The insurgents mercilessly began to
Extinct us with great delight
‘No one is surviving the assault
What do I do?’ I pondered hastily
‘Shall we all face our demise this way?
No, I’ll live’ I determined
Kinsmen had long fallen to rise no more
This fact gave me impetus to survive
To live and tell the story of the cross fires
History of the fallen most be told to posterity
Inspiration came to me at once
I unyieldingly fell down as one lifeless
Spilled, oozing blood entwined me
The killers shoot till no one stood
Everyone lay motionless in a stack
I lived however not too sure yet
The cross fires persisted for long
That at one point I envied my kinsmen
Finally, calm was reluctantly returning
The government militia advanced
The insurgents had not a choice
But to retreat in dread of superior artillery
We had unfortunately advanced towards
The insurgents that we became the target
Of the artillery that was meant to shield us
Blames on the wrong tactics by the militia
Abounded as calm was retained in days
But I had a story to tell of the cross fires.
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 11:17 AM UTC
Why do I
feel so trapped
in this crazy-busy
world of illusion
filled with
unimaginable confusion.
Trapped in love,
with the pain
of not having
love reciprocated.
Trapped in the
anger I feel
over the stupidity
of the old
bald heads
holding everyone
to ransom.
Trapped in this
bizarre mediocre
lifestyle that I hated.
Trapped in the
fear of being
lost without anyone
to rescue me.
Trapped in this
frail body
wondering why
I'm not a
superman with
incredible tremendous
abilities to make
indelible impact
in the world,
leaving a finger print
that no one
can be able
to rub off.
Trapped in my
head of living
unfulfilled life.
Trapped in this
geographical region
of the universe
hiding everyday
from the insurgents,
dodging bullets and
seeing horrible things
not meant for
a beautiful soul,
living from hand
to mouth with
rags as a covering.
How can I
get over all
this in my
lifetime.
I'm so trapped
I can't wait to
get away from
all these atrocities.
It's beyond
my comprehension.
I really need
to escape from
this trap.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 5:22 PM UTC
Dark shadows circled my nest
on the ridgeline that
spooky winter night.
All I could see
was the moonglow
sifting through my misty breath,
glinting off my suppressor.
Icy winds whipped
up through the valley
to kiss my bearded face
& freeze my teardrops.
I thanked God for my pakol
and woolen fingerless gloves.
The fibers kept me warm
under the blanket of stars.
Not a cloud,
nor a single wisp
could I see against the pitch.
I had the itch to pop off a round
on a falling pebble.
But to do so,
might have meant certain death.
The area was crawling with bad guys,
insurgents looking for heads.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 10:35 PM UTC
*Dear Father
Just because I am a girl doesn't mean I'm not human like you
I am and special, maybe more special than you
so first stop calling me names because I'm subject to my emotions
first work and buy me the necessities, the sanitary pads
before arguments about whether I smell during my periods spring
first change the system,that which promotes my rights bring
first abandon alcohol for it's the reason for the violence and fights
first realise that I am my own person with my own dreams
for we all can't be doctors, we all can't be engineers,
we all can't flow with the streams
first realise I hope to be first female President of this pearl
first recognise that time and again my hair may need a little curl
first remind my Aunt to give me the *** education
after all educating me is educating a nation
first treat mother like a human and not a slave
first think like a man and act like a woman rather than a tsunami wave
first mind about how I'm relating with my school teacher
because now is the bridge that leads to my long awaited future
first help sort out the political climate, it is too hot
Help the country be what it should be instead of expecting me to be who I'm not
first tell the insurgents and the government to put down arms
for it seems they cannot see how terribly this war thing harms
they can't see I'm ***** and bearing sceptic wounds which may never scar
first tell the fat belly friend of yours that
when I'm through with my studies I'll afford my own car
first urge the concerned to put up good schools near
so that I won't have to ride this far in the dark filled with fear
first engage in advising my school to provide us with meals
it will mean you finally understand that hunger kills
first work your fingers to the bone, don't leave it for mother alone
to provide the privilege of waking to comfortable beddings at dawn
first start believing in me as you believe in my brothers
rather than wallow in the mistakes of the forefathers
first understand me before you start pointing fingers
first get me a treated mosquito net and shoes to escape the jiggers
first do your part and I promise I will do mine
first be a father & friend then, I know everything will be fine*
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 6:48 PM UTC
What is war but glory and gore
Down by the ocean
On lost river avenue
There lived an old man
Who held a bullet in his shoe
Who can blame this aging soul
For he had lost his baby boy
To Obama's corporate attitude
Sent off to battle
For the sake of humanity
All of these insurgents
Supposedly evil in nature
Defending their homes
From the gun of a people
Led to believe the propaganda
And all that is simple
All you have to do is perceive
The terrorists are just like you and me
Their homes,
Families and responsibility
Work to support
Work to survive
What's to say this crusade that their on
Is no different than the billion before
The templer
The roman catholic church
Pope urban proclaimed the first
1050 began the 200 year charge
Then it was over
And has forever continued
In one form or another
This time its not white man
Or his brother from.afar
These ones are different
Or as the prophets has told
From.hell they have came
To **** all that is not theirs
Here we now stand
With glory and gore
But it is no different than what came from.before
The repeat of time
Not to say it is right
Just an observation
Of the state of our world
Mysteries and light
How can it be?
But a riddle in our minds?
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
He told me not to waste my breath.
You'll never be but second best.
Third best,
fourth best;
worse than the rest.
I'll cut off your right hand,
**** you to **** with the left.
Squeezing your **** 'till there's nothing left.
Hell yeah,
he's got swag
he bought it from a man
who called him a ***
In a little bag
he gave him so crack
But no! It slipped from his hands
down a storm drain
never to be seen again.
A war story is what he sold
"I spotted the ****** in a churches bell tower,
squeeze the trigger, one two, one two,
******* insurgents,
they never win,
****** to hell and all that's therein."
The devil would do anything for one last hit,
he lives in my veins, he don't give a ****
He's a stranger, from out of town,
selling drugs to kids, dressed like a clown.
The cops chase him out but the damage is done,
but hell ******* yeah, the kids are having fun.
This isn't art,
this garbage is about poetic as the rez
I'm scrapin' from my pipe,
doing anything to get high.
The grass is greener on the other side,
you know it is,
my only question is with what they fertilize it with.
******** GMO's? Something equally as destructive,
it's the truth, you know it is
******** you say?
Bulltruth is what it is,
like it or not,
it is what it is.
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
The day they knocked the Towers down
He thought he heard his nation's call
He signed his name on the dotted line.
Off he went to train for war.
Just five days into his first tour
insurgents, in a fire fight,
put a bullet in his spine
in a war commenced by George's spite.
He never after walked again.
He felt a burden to his wife.
Time and time again
he lay beneath a surgeons knife.
Until at last he said "enough"
I've had enough of this half life.
No food or drink would he accept,
his only path to that good night.
Before the soldier's "final tour"
Before he joined our honored dead.
He wrote a letter to George Bush
and this is what the soldier said:
Ten years have passed now since the day
a bullet left me half a man.
A victim of an unjust war.
Your vendetta I can't understand.
I hope someday you can accept
some blame and guilt for all your crimes.
For spending young Americans
on bootless wars in foreign climes.
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 9:04 PM UTC
Northern Lives Matter
Note the fine flowing plain lands
One where peace and order reigns
Residence to historic cultural affluence
That chaos admired from afar with pains
Homing the abiding partisan patriots
Entrenched in now ravenous blood hovers
Rustlers, insurgents effected their domains
Notorious bandits we once heard in fables.
Lives lost cruelly to obdurated elements
Imprinting images of guns and deaths
Voices raised; are our leaders ritualists?
Establishing innocent crime-made orphans
Spreading evils, afflictions and destructions.
Many a religious shrines turned death traps
And markets, farms; ransacking poor villages
That barely know governance and her benefits
Turned into flowing river of blood and tears
Emptying plangent hearts to quixotic elites
Rich in thoughts; gliding us to precipice.
Nov 6, 2021
Nov 6, 2021 at 5:43 PM UTC
Once upon a time in the lonely vacuum of space, the martian drew his telescope and observed the human race.
He stared in confusion as they created the first fire
dancing around it, with awe and desire.
-
Soon they built structures and created the concept of
"yours" and "mine"
Constructed shining gold tower to appease the divine.
Some got by off of what they could find, others denied sustenance to
enlighten the mind.
-
The psyche categorizes, loves, and despises-
Creating a logical framework, eliminating surprises.
Their ideas grew toxic and they created defining labels,
Some drank from silver spoons, others from the slavemaster's ladle.
-
Their gadgets surpassed the advancement of their brains,
they tortured others for information
electrocuted the "insane".
-
Men in decorated suits unveiled weapons of mass destruction,
the self-conscious folk invested in liposuction.
Killing machines with the efficiency of the wheel,
children losing their hands for contemplating to steal.
-
Now, the one's who preached for love and acceptance
were inevitably shot or beaten into repentance.
**** compromise, we have the hydrogen bomb.
What if insurgents had loving moms?
-
A single tear dropped from the martian's eye
as the end was near for his friends in the sky.
A violent altercation between brothers and sisters
was the epitaph of the blue planet
as it cracks and blisters.
-
Fading into space
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 5:52 PM UTC
Power-lines pulse over-head
easy streams by our quiet lives
the unarguable benefactors which
caress each man they touch
soldiers waging war on insurgents
with power-lines along the boarder
In this narcotic drip submergence
we lose our peace in the name of order
the egotists shout with their power-line minds
thoughtless words of each and every kind
At the promise of peace, wise men can see
the greatest peace springs from a tap into thee
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC
Now The Words...
... " Big Virge "...
Are Those That Merge...
With... QUALITY Verse... !!!
From A Mind That Works...
Like Chickens Get ****** !!!
Or Heads Who... " Merk' "...
These TWERPS Who Twerk...
More Than Worms Turn... !!!
I Choose To Merge...
My Verse With Verbs...
Adverbs And Herbs......
KNOW What I Mean... !!!!!
Yup... That GOOD Green... !!!
So It's Lean And Rides On Waves So HIGH...
That It Feels Just Like I... Can TOUCH The Sky... !!!
When I Merge My Rhymes...
With Thoughts That Find...
A Way To Describe...
How I've Merged In Life...
With Trouble and Strife...
And The Daily Grind...
of A... Nine To Five...
The Girls I've Liked...
When They've Been Inclined...
To Let Their Thighs...
Become Merged With MINE... !!!!!
For Nights That Merge Them With BIG VIRGE... !!!
I'm A Man Whose Learned To Utilise Verse...
In Ways That Merge With... Musical Turns...
Beats That Merge With Big Virge Speech...
In Ways That Seem... Seamless Believe... !!!
Even Though My Flows...
Are Done... ALONE... !!!
... NO Beats In Tow... !!!!!
A Capellas That Show...
How Big Virge Tones...
Require NO GROOVE...
To Make Them Move...
In Ways That Produce...
Like... Producers DO... !!!
The Type Who've Merged...
My Verse With... Reverb...
And HARD Bass Lines...
That Fit With Rhymes...
In Ways That UNITE...
And Sound Sweet Like...
Boom Bap Rappers...
Whose Flows Are DAPPER... !!!
Well I Mean... Emcees...
Who BODY Hot Beats... !!!
Like Guns In The Streets... !!!
You See I Merge The Lyrical...
With Wordplay Metaphysical....
Or Maybe Just The Physical...
... As If It Is A RITUAL...
To Be Rhythmic And So CRYPTIC...
That Crip' Man Couldn't... " FLIP IT "... !!!!!!
Divergent... When I'm Merging...
My Verses Like... Insurgents...
Whose Flows Merge With REAL PURPOSE.... !!!!!
Beyond The Clowns Whose CIRCUS...
Proves That Their Flows Are WORTHLESS... !!!
While Flows I Merge Are EARNEST... !!!
IMPERIOUS and SERIOUS...
So CLEARLY NOT For IDIOTS... !!!!!
They're Well Observed...
Researched And Well Versed...
In Delivering... STRONG Spoken words... !!!
Like I Said At The Start....
The Name... " BIG VIRGE "...
IS ONE When It Comes To QUALITY Verse...
That DESERVES To Be Heard... !!!
Because When They're Linked...
They TRULY...
.... " Merge "....
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 9:17 PM UTC
So What Does Revolution.... ?
In TRUTH... Mean To You... ?
Fighting The System...
Or Being A Villain...
Whose Mission Is Fuelled...
By CASTRO Type Views... ???
Now There Was A Dude...
Whose Visions Were Viewed...
By Many As Schooled...
By... RADICAL Crews... !!!!!
Or... Is Your Position...
The Usage of Rhythm...
And STRONG Lyricism...
That STANDS For MUCH MORE...
Than Violence and War... ???
Where ISM's And Schisms...
And Visions of Killing...
Are Things Long Forbidden...
From Your Train of Thinking... !!!!
The Type of Provisions...
That Lead To Divi - s -ions...
And Friction That's Driven...
By YES... Politicians... !!!!!
Who CLAIM To Be RIGHTEOUS...
When Sending Out Fighters...
To Limit Insurgents...
And Crews Whose MAIN Purpose...
Is BREAKING The Chains...
That Have Them... "Enslaved"....
Enslaved Like Most People...
Who Revolt Like They're...
........ " lame "........
Because of The EVIL...
They Let RULE Their Brains...
CORRUPTION In Functions...
That Are... EVERYDAY...
Like BREAKING The Rules...
Cos' You Think It's Cool...
To Do It For... YOU... ?!?
But Then Getting UPSET...
When You See That These Movements...
Are Used By Our Leaders...
And YES... GOVERNMENTS... !!!!!
What Is Your Defence... ???
... " If it's alright for them !!!! "...
Well That There Is NONSENSE...
That Causes... PROBLEMS... !!!!!
Because What You Present...
Is PRETENCE That PRETENDS...
To... Stand Up Against...
These Leaders And Heads...
of Revolts That.......... END.
Because of Pretenders...
Who... CLAIM TO Reject...
The System That Suddenly...
Becomes... " Their FRIEND "... ?!?
When They Get CORRUPTED...
By... POWER and MONEY... !!!
These People Act... FUNNY...
Like Thespian Luvvies...
Sugar Coated Like HONEY...
When In TRUTH...
They're Just... UGLY... !!!
... Falling In Line...
While Constantly Trying...
To PRESENT Themselves...
As NOT Being Party...
To Parties Who SELL...
Lifestyles of... " GLAMOUR "...
For Which These FOOLS CLAMOUR... !?!
It's REVOLTING The Standards...
They DOUBLE Then Funnel......
Talk That Is CHEAP... !!!
That Proves That Like Sheep...
They Follow and Twitter...
Revolting Like SINNERS... !!!!!
Or YES... INFIDELS...
Some CLAIM Like Fidel... ???
Or Maybe... Chavez... ???
Of Course Now They're DEAD.... !!!!!
You See Revolutions Can Be...
A Thing That Deceives...
When People Believe...
That They Fight for A Cause...
When ALL That They Fight For...
Is Being.... ADORED.... !??!
Because Like A *****
Hypocrisy... RULES...
More Than How They Talk... !!!
Revolutions DON'T STALL... !!!
They CONTINUE The Walk...
Towards... EVOLUTION...
That STOPS The POLLUTION... !!!
... Affecting Us ALL... !!!!!
So YES This Piece Questions...
Heads Who KEEP STRESSING...
" They're Fighting For Change ! "...
When Their Revolutions...
KEEP SPINNING In Ways...
That BETRAY What They SAY... !!!!!
There Is NO DEBATE...
Your Actions DICTATE... !!!!!
REMEMBER The Saying....
These Here Are Just Words...
But One Thing They CLAIM...
Is This Question Today...
When It Comes To Your Movements...
And This Word... REVOLUTION...
"What does it REALLY Mean to You ?!? "...
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 11:38 PM UTC
and so there she stands
your daughter liberty
alone and weak
because you left her unattended
in a sundress and fireman's coat with blood
on her chin and her face contorted
for the cameras to see
stupefied on the edge of the gravel pit
with the confetti ash swirling in her hair
and her eyes filled with animal fear
as her slack body slams against the railing
and a swan song swells in her throat
they use billy clubs to beat back the rats
under the skull of the moon and
the fickle stars like frantic pouncing eagles
the neighborhood dying has scratch marks all over it
diamonds etched in storefront windows
and rollicking clouds of tear gas to make it fun
there's a ****** taking a **** out in the open street
and where's the flag? oh i remember
it's snagged on a parapet five stories up
burning in the ignored sunset between
the silent buildings
we are an enormous pile of sentient garbage
coming up from the rot wearing life preservers
advancing with the picket line tide
blowing flashbang death on flugelhorns
outside the framework of the 2-party system
invented by the mongrels in hollywood
guerrillas moving in troupes thru the city streets
filled with exhilarating hope and
plumes of smoke insurgents chanting
violence is american as apple pie
i keep my tv dark to reflect the flames
of the grocery store outside and my insides
feel ripped up, i've never had a shave this close
squish my denim body against the window like a telescope
to hear the growl from the depths under the city
this is the moment just before something big happens
this is the flashover
this is when the panic begins
there's a man in a tree out in palmdale and
i need the morphine to tell me it isn't my fault
i need my pastor to tell me god doesn't lie
tonight the fuses blew out on an entire continent
tonight i wept
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 11:38 AM UTC
It's weird to witness
your friends killing strangers,
insurgents,
blowing **** up,
then watch them return
to another zone,
a place we call home.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC
My Purpose Is BIGGER... !!!!!
Than To Earn BIG Figures...
For Using Rhyme Scripture...
That's WEAKER Than... Tigger... !!!!!
It's Purpose Like Fixtures...
Holds FIRM and Delivers...
Mixtures That TRIGGER...
Verse Built To FEED THINKERS...
And BEAUTIFUL Pictures...
That Linger Like Mixtures...
of.... POTENT Elixirs... !!!!!!
ACTUAL... Natural...
Thoughts That Are FACTUAL... !!!!!
Visions of LIFE...
That I Find Fuel My Mind...
To Write and Transcribe...
These... Poetic Vibes...
That Purposely FLY... !!!
Like Eagles UP HIGH... !!!!!
It's Purpose Is... RIGHT... !!!
MORE THOUGHT And Less Fights... !!!!!
More TRUST And YES... LOVE... !!!!
Instead of This Stuff...
Like... Usage of Guns...
That Takes Peoples Blood... !!!!
And LESS Ignorance... !!!!
That CLEARLY Now Runs...
From People Like Trump...
Whose Purpose Is Worthless...
And Makes People NERVOUS... !!!
Like... Internet Servers...
That Seem To Now HURT US....
Because of These PERVERTS... !!?!!
Whose Purpose HURTS Persons...
Like... ” Poisonous Serpents “... !!!!!!
My Purpose EMERGES...
To COUNTER Aversions...
That Leave People BURDENED... !!!
A Purpose That NEEDS...
To Be Neutered With SPEED... !!!!
Like Greed and Deceit...
And KILLINGS On Streets...
By... Thugs and Police...
Whose Purpose Would Seem...
To Be THAT of A Team...
Who Feed NIGHTMARISH Dreams.... !!!!!
To... Young Families.... !!!
And Older Ones TOO... !!!!!!
Actions UNCOUTH... !!!
That Give LIVING PROOF...
That Some Peoples Purpose...
Is Something That WORSENS...
Like... Funeral Sermons... !!!!!
My Usage of Letters...
Has Purpose To BETTER...
The Way That WE ARE... !!!!
Because My Words Chart...
A Way To SHOW HEART...
In Times That Are DARK... !!!
By Offering LIGHT... !!!
In These Rhymes That I Write...
Their Purpose Is BRIGHT...
Word Clever and SHARP... !!!
And ALWAYS Makes Marks...
With Those Whose Minds' Light...
Wants MORE Than The Prize...
Between Peoples' Thighs...
... Chicas' and Guys...
Whose Purpose Is WILD... !!!!!
While Mine Is Now Wise...
And Much MORE Inclined...
To Search For The HIGHS...
That... ENERGISE Life..... !!!!!
My Purpose Has Style...
And Numerous Files...
of Verse That's Observed...
From Things That I've Learned...
It's MUCH MORE Than Words...
It's More Like GOOD HERB.... !!!
That HEIGHTENS My Mind...
And Body With... " VIBES "...
With Thinking That FLIES.... !!!
ABOVE Peoples' Lies.... !!!!!
From Government Types...
Who... " POLITICISE "...
Like Gangsters Whose Purpose...
Is Simply To.... HURT US.... !?!?!
POOR EXCUSES For People... !!!
Who Seem To LIKE EVIL... !?!?!
Much More Than KNIEVEL'... !?!
I Guess That's The Way... ?
They Feel They Must Sway...
To Me They're Like Merchants...
Whose Service Is WORTHLESS... ?!?
CLOWNS In A Circus...
Who SHOULD FACE...
... INSURGENTS... !!!
Because They Are SURPLUS....
To Our.... Epidermis... !!!!!
Humans Whose MAIN Urge IS...
To Learn To SERVE A GOOD...
....... " Purpose "........
Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 1:00 AM UTC
“Hello, my name is Rodriguez the tinpot dictator of South American country A. I came to power and made everyone a communist whether they liked it or not.
Those who disagreed disappeared. You see, I ain’t a bad man but as I’m in power I have to be firm and they’re no more.
Some call me Steel ***** as I go up against my country’s insurgents, in the pay of the Yanks, and tie down their capitalist forces in a futile war they can never win and I send the traitors’ families the bill for the bullets – pay up or die!
Everything went well till the Americans sent the Marines in and we beat them at first but now we are losing, so I’ll soon be out of a home and a job. I’ll find another country and take my cause to them, overthrow their government and be a dictator again.
Ill teach the Zionists a lesson and show them how a communist can fight.”
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 6:43 PM UTC
I’m a ship prepared to sail
Through aerial gales
To live a fairytale
Above scary jails
That sadly prevail
Below my trail
I look below me
To see hatred growing
While the lights are strobing
From the guns they’re loading
That are my foreboding
If I ever start slowing
I’ll hit the ground lowly
And the bullets flowing
Will get to know me
But I have protectors
Against those who hector
They watch my vector
And disarm the projectors
My protectors are my friends
My protectors are my colleagues
And my flight will never end
As long as they will follow me
Enemy insurgents
Become a disturbance
Creating turbulence
As they herd the dense
Until they’re furious
And shoot the breeze
With RPGs
Until my army sees
They’re harming me
My friends flank me in jet fighters
To protect me from the assault
And my squad keeps getting wider
By adding those I exalt
I fly in the clouds
With my friends all around
Breaking the barrier of sound
While never going down
Foes shoot missiles
Of dismissal
With words visceral
To make me miserable
But my valiant defenders
Shoot down the offenders
With consolation rendered
In their care so tender
We employ evasive maneuvers
To avoid the pervasive losers
And the invasive abusers
All of whom are cruisers
Flying low
Dying slow
Blinding snow
Lines their nose
But the enemy fleet is approaching
Our territory they’re encroaching
While we’re somberly toasting
Seeing the numbers they’re boasting
We try to fight
With all our might
But day turns to night
As I gain a suffering plight
The hovering helicopters
Shoot distracting flares
With tantalizing offers
Leaving my targeting impaired
So I veer off course
Like a lost horse
In a frost force
Of top torque
Once my squad is separated
The enemy is elevated
Showing the hell that waited
While my friends designated
Me as venerated
Like Satan irrigated
The peers I hated
Just being patient
Until I use a spaceship
The demons chase
Me into space
Until there’s no trace
Of the Devil’s face
But I can’t eject now
With space all around
While my crew starts to leave
Between asteroids I weave
While trying to grieve
My group disintegrating
They float into the nether
Quiet as a feather
As my ties are severed
They float away forever
And I start drifting alone
Drifting becomes my home
Drifting into the dark unknown
Depression drifts into my bones
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 10:28 PM UTC
After harmlessly crossing your border
you take our friendship hostage
guarding your perimeter with sandbags of arbitrary etiquette
a no man's land of manners separates us
you snipe from your defensive position
so I retreat and start strategizing.
Consulting my generals to discuss your tactics
they advise me to start stockpiling weapons
and to start looking for weaknesses.
There is a counteroffensive to your intentions.
While you were destroying my satcoms
a successful infiltration of your command center was accomplished.
Once your defenses were understood
your flanks appeared vulnerable.
Blind spots were revealed.
You only sign a treaty once your resources start depleting
then you ignore the rules I'm reading to give me a beating.
So I'm building up my arsenal and
enriching my uranium in this centrifuge
where we spin in circles.
My nuclear option is prepared and capable.
Pacifism is more appealing than violence
but when you try to erase who I am I must take a stand.
Armed with an ability to attack
I get a warhead on my shoulders
found from old schematics
you shared with me while I fought your enemies.
They were never thrown away
now they're dusted off and revisited
to make your walls crumble
and incinerate you flag.
Your nation starts hiding from what they were once confiding
after my nukes obliterate your infrastructure.
Rebels and runners fill fallout shelters and basement bunkers
hiding from the radioactivity in the air.
Everyone's death equals success proving I'm best
so I develop a permanent wartime economy
and fire missiles mercilessly.
There's no difference between fighters and civilians
because some insurgents are chameleons
so I **** them by the millions.
The more weapons I get
the more needless death
until the only nations left standing
are those that have stockpiled weapons of their own.
Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 6:13 AM UTC
Feed me, to feel filled to the brim.
in a watery run, as in a thirsty throat.
Never let my veins' moisture dry up.
Because I have irresistible feelings.
The dot on which I put you is pure.
The trust that nature gives is clear.
Let nature nurture the blue and black.
And let's let blue and black decide.
For myself, I vote for both blue and white.
Beyond sunset, there's the sun rise.
And, above sunrise, it's a sunset.
Above our eyes is a blue sky.
Below our feet is precious sand.
We walked a long way across.
We dig deep to mine or drill.
We explore it as gaseous, liquid or solid.
What is it, we are give in return?
Besides, we joined the queues for voting.
And the rewards are fear and threats.
The masses were defeated by insurgents.
Farms are no more but villagers' graves.
It's scary to walk alone or stay behind.
There are no more homes to dwell in.
but a pair of legs to run for survival.
Sometimes to win is to see failure.
Sometimes to fail is to succeed.
And in our hearts, none of them is right.
Jun 25, 2022
Jun 25, 2022 at 5:36 PM UTC