"investigated" poems
My dear, if you were to cut me open,
to tear away my measly skin,
you would not find
the contents of an ordinary human being.
You would not find veins
or internal organs,
especially not a human heart.
Instead, you would find a battlefield, with freshly made bomb craters
and you would find discarded bullets,
fashioned from spiteful words,
that were perhaps destined for use on my worst enemies
but were instead aimed at myself.
You would find the remains of a daisy field
with the left over petals
looking vaguely like feathers
that fell from doves
or perhaps even angels.
You would find memories of a tiny village
once colourful and lively
but swept away by multiple hurricanes,
that took all happiness and innocence along with them.
Blood would not pour
from my lifeless body,
but dark cigarette smoke would seep from the wounds,
and if you closely investigated,
you would find that the fumes were made up of
microscopic black moths
that had all my lies and promises
carefully written all over their feeble wings
For I am not a human being, but simply a worn out shell of one.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 3:01 PM UTC
I once almost cursed
the final performance
of a wonderful play I
had the fortune of being
a part of it
The play was Romeo and Juliet on Verona Street
Set in the 1930’s
I didn’t do anything important
Carried two bodies
Got in a fight
Smuggled some beer
Called a mob boss
Delivered a package
and
Investigated two dead bodies in
mime
but waiting on my final role
during the final performance
of this oh so wonderful
production I reached out to
a friend of mine (his name was
Paul but he played the Prince)
and told him
“I’d love to direct
MacBeth”
He did a double-take
Asked me what I said
I said again
“I’d love to direct
MacBeth”
“You mean the Scottish
Tragedy?”
I held my mouth in shock
I knew better
That name was cursed
Paul told me all was not lost
there was a way to reverse the curse
just listen close he said
Take your fingers in a peace sign
Spit between them
Swear (I said “son of a *****
Turn around one,
two,
three times
Then leave the dressing room
And come back
I did all
and Paul was relieved
but Romeo chimed in
“well you know we have to circumcise you right?”
Paul added
“Yeah, with a Claymore!”
Don’t ever wish me luck,
I might break my leg!
I still want to direct MacBeth
and to show I’m serious I even
bought the script!
All that’s left is to get a stage,
and some money, and some
actors and maybe some talent
to go with my almost obnoxious
amount of luck
May 3, 2010
May 3, 2010 at 5:13 PM UTC
IN LONDON LONG AGO
PEOPLE WERE BEING KILLED
AND THE PUBLIC DIDN'T KNOW
WHO WAS JACK THE RIPPER YOU ASK
THE BOBBIES AT THE TIME
WERE ALL BROUGHT TO TASK
A MAN NAMED ABILENE
INVESTIGATED THE CASE
HE AND HIS MEN
BEGAN THE CHASE
IN 1888 ALL THIS OCCURRED
THE EVIDENCE AND SUSPECTS
HAVE ALWAYS BEEN BLURRED
THE KILLINGS WERE GRUESOME
THE VICTIMS WERE SLAUGHTERED
FATHERS LOST SONS
MOTHERS LOST DAUGHTERS
MANY SUSPECTS CAME TO PASS
BUT JACK WAS NEVER CAUGHT
WHO WAS JACK THE RIPPER
NOW CONCLUSIONS CAN BE SOUGHT
SO THE KILLINGS WILL REMAIN A MYSTERY
TILL THE END OF TIME
WAS HE A DESCENDENT OF YOURS
OR A RELATIVE OF MINE
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 11:31 PM UTC
This letter, is to inform you, about a
bomb threat
that we received this, morning. Name of a Name
Unified Consolidated ISD,
a State-Recognized School of Somethingness,
Where Kids Come First under the theme of
All The Kids All The Curriculum All The Time
is committed, to the safety and education
of all our students and We Are Number One,
Go #Thundercatbears!, ‘Cause We are #All-Hashtagged
in Unity and Oneness. We also, want
to clearly communicate with split infinitives
And crazy commas all over the place
to parents about safety issues when they
get found out arise.
This morning, a phone call, was received,
by the receptionist at
The-Latest-Name-Held-in-Place-with-Velcro-Until-the-Next-Name-Change
Elementary School and Essential Spirit
Dreams New Dawn Progress Learning and
Technology Center of the Future
stating a
bomb
was present, on the campus.
After conferring with the Threat Assessment Team,
The Standard Response Protocol team,
the Chinkypin-Lizard Lick Police Department parked in the handicapped spaces at Tia Jolene’s Goremay Eats ‘n’ Bokays out next to the Interstate,
the cheerleader sponsors,
Facebook,
Twitter,
our attorneys,
and Superintendent Dr. Hamestus Goodoleboy “Spike” Ponsonby III,
the students were rapidly, and efficiently evacuated
to a safe area up in the football bleachers
where they would be more obvious targets
and the school was professionally and thoroughly
swept for anything suspicious and untoward.
During this time,
when no students were in danger,
another call was received stating that gunshots
were fired in the school. There were no gunshots,
fired in the school and
no children were in danger at any time.
Currently, we’re are is allowing students,
who were never in any danger,
to return to school as usual
where there was never any danger at any time.
We will have extra counselors and therapists available
if students or parents needs supports are
counsolining in spelling ‘n’ sentence structure.
The students were never in any danger at any time.
All threats to our school where
their was never any danger
and students who were never in any danger
will be taken seriously immediately
and thoroughly and investigated
thoroughly and fully except for that call
last week that we managed to keep covered up.
We wanted to inform you of the correct facts
because our correct facts are the only facts
so you can discuss them with your child/ren
Of any race, *** color, creed, religion,
or gender identification or not
and emphasize the seriousness of our facts,
which are the only facts. If you discover
Any facts untoward or out of place please contact us
At the district office at
*** *** xxxx ext ***
or the Chinkypin - Lizard Lick Police Department
immediately and thoroughly.
No children were in, danger at any time.
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 5:07 PM UTC
REPUBLICANS
Former South Carolina GOP leader
kills dog to please God
Rob Beschizza
GERMANY
Germany's top domestic spy advised far right xenophobic political party on how to avoid being billed as "extremists"
Cory Doctorow
RUSSIA
Guy who pretends to ****** people for a living named Russian Goodwill ambassador
Seamus Bellamy
BUSINESS
We're going to be eating bugs really soon now, again
Cory Doctorow
POLICE
Surveillance camera shows off-duty NYPD cop dropping a weapon near man he shot in the face
Rob Beschizza
SCHOLARSHIP
When should the press pay attention to trolls, lies and disinformation?
Cory Doctoro
CORRUPTION
Wells Fargo: we stole houses and we're being investigated for ***** low-income housing credits
Cory Doctorow
LATE STAGE CAPITALISM
How Jpay gouges prisoners' families for "digital postage stamps"
Cory Doctorow
ALEX JONES
Alex Jones is suing the parents of a Sandy Hook victim for $100,000
Gina Loukareas
***
:(
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 3:46 PM UTC
The way you wrapped your legs around mine
slowly grinding against me
moving smoothly through the water
letting the steady motion guide us.
The way my hands wandered
weightless in the warmth
blindly making their way
across your wet marble skin.
The way your hair was carelessly put up
in a loose bun that draped, lazy
heavy to the right
outlining the tender chisels of your face.
The way my eyes investigated
tracing the dark lines of your body
meeting with your eyes for brief moments
then falling back into the curves of your hips.
I fear all of this is too much,
for me it's love, for you it's lust.
Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 6:25 PM UTC
We take the night
Flourish when our minds are most at ease
In between the artsy and the ghetto,
It's gonna take some doing to really change
Maybe if there's someone else
Who isn't too young to save, too irresponsible
We'd be taken to a more realistic edge
Get down and face it,
We don't need as much
As we think we do
Here we are, and here we go
I've been trapped
Lost in a cage
Planning for a great escape
But whether or not
It could happen to me,
I really can't say.
Today you're where I'm at
Where I want to be -
This can happen to me,
I believe I believe
We've investigated a thousand new names
like what I've got isn't good enough for fame
Surprise, surprise - money buys everything,
Actuality and Individuality
it's a state of realism we can't escape
Looking, you don't find flaws in anything
but you know the difference between
poetry and a shallow being
Let's be real here, crazy, let's be real
we feed off of one anothers intricacies
A beauty in ecstasy and believability
I've tried to melt into someone else
Then before nothing made sense
until you, impossibility
There's nothing to compromise
It's just you and I,
fitting
I'm not numb,
some would find that irksome
but I'm glorified in the feeling
*I find that place on your chest
That beats like a bomb
A keyboard synthesized to play my song
With every breath you grow lost
Confused by each tear
A lapse in judgement, in character
I don't fear, I don't fear.
I have my fingers pressed into you
Like it means something-
"Don't you see?"*
We'll be more than we ever expected could be.
Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 10:03 AM UTC
1395
After all Birds have been investigated and laid aside—
Nature imparts the little Blue-Bird—assured
Her conscientious Voice will soar unmoved
Above ostensible Vicissitude.
First at the March—competing with the Wind—
Her panting note exalts us—like a friend—
Last to adhere when Summer cleaves away—
Elegy of Integrity.
2.1k
Oh, if we live by public opinion.
Then many of us would be convicted cause of an accusation.
Evidence wouldn't be required.
We be required to answer questions.
Just to prove to others rather we are innocent or guilty.
Just because, it has been said.
Don't mean its true.
Just because it has been told.
Don't be its so.
Many has been torn apart in the press.
Investigated and bully by reporters to confess.
But, what if?
The situation was directed back upon them.
Remember even they has a past filled with scandals.
We are consider innocent until proven guilty..
The evidence must be shown.
And level correctly for a conviction.
And if you are not sure.
Watch what you mention?
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 9:09 PM UTC
Telephone scams are driving me crazy--
Both on my landline and on my cell!
I'm on the verge of telling every
Pesky caller to go to hell!
The IRS is after me.
Oh, the message sounds so dire.
The person says I'd better respond
Or I will be in big trouble. Liar!
Or a recording tells me that my
Router has been hacked, and so
If I don't call them right away,
They'll shut my router down. Oh, no!
A caller claims he's from HP
And says that they know for sure
That my computer has a virus.
I want to say he's full of manure.
Another swears he's calling from
The FBI, demanding money
Because I'm being investigated.
I must pay, or else! Funny!
Because you've managed to make our lives
So miserable, scammers, I swear:
There has to be a special place
In hell for you. You'd better beware!
-by Bob B (8-23-18)
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 3:15 PM UTC
Oh how the saying makes me sick while excuses, there are not,
Decisions to decisions, word's weaponed from thought.
So, a new turn of phrase; is born within the dark;
words I whispered to myself, a lone,
A Sky-cyphers Scribble-sailing mark.
For the first and only time,
Not of me but you
These writing's wordings weave a web,
of synthesized virtue.
To be spoken allowed to oneself,
read, written or thought,
Of each word that's now misused- their purposes forgot.
examined, explained, investigated my life
As if speech were the blade, written words are the knife.
all of the meaning and every moral, we tether to our mortal coil
Life and it's significance- of time, distilled in transience .
The concept of fate & of destiny, too
Both insinuate journey, the movement through
How, now, can our destinations insue
We'll come Home, its depths, are dreams of blue.
*between the church hymn
And under haiku
It is,
Ravled in deep bules*
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 2:33 AM UTC
what lies in the vast frontiers of space
scientists have pondered on this very thing
they've boarded rockets to check out the place
is there only little green men a gleaming
at the far reaches of the celestial plain
scientists have pondered this very thing
inquiring earth minds taking the interplanetary train
so many worlds yet to be well investigated
at the far reaches of the celestial plain
can this orb support life and can it be populated
a glimpse of what is out there seen on Mars
so many worlds yet to be investigated
they reckon man might dwell upon a galaxy of stars
an upbeat community of scientists filled with joy
a glimpse of what is out there seen on Mars
Earthlings with state of the art technology to employ
an upbeat community of scientists filled with joy
what lies in the vast frontiers of space
they've boarded rockets to check out the place
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 7:50 AM UTC
It relates to the Hound Bus Operator turning into a preying Beast
The passengers would become the feast
The highway that was dark
The Moon formed a shade making its mark
Suddenly the Greyhound Bus Operator went through a transformation
The continued action provided more information
Immediately, the operator managed to pull the bus to aside of the road
But when the transformation was complete, it was going to a hunger treat
All the passengers echoed out in screams full of fear within that Greyhound Bus
The Greyhound Bus Operator was now a Werewolf stalking flesh
It became a night of passengers being tormented
But throughout the air, there was a certain presence of an unknown representation
The Greyhound Bus Operator Werewolf attacked one of the passengers severely
Another passenger would have been attacked, but the flashlight blinded the Werewolf, and he saw his way out to escape
The Hound Bus Operator Werewolf torn the bus in the middle, and headed for the fields being unnoticed in the night sky
Meanwhile, the travelling passengers being stuck on a lonely country road
But behold, there was a call to the Police and the Police investigated, and called the Greyhound Bus Company
A new bus and Driver was summoned to rescue the stranded passengers
A happy ending in deed for the most part
But could another Greyhound Bus Operator turn into a Werewolf beast?
Don’t recline and fall asleep
Death could be closer being buried deep.
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 6:31 PM UTC
and so here you stand again,
extending your half-empty
glass and expecting me to fill you up
with the half that i have left of me.
void of complaints,
pressed into the wrong space
(though the right piece)
you knew me once to be the girl that would carry you
on her shoulders in earnest,
a believer in geocentricity
while you investigated other cores.
i guess i'm still a little **** & misshapen.
i guess i signed up to always be partially theirs, somewhere-
a beacon to those behind me,
advantageous and drawn to the vulnerability i bleed,
the healing i do.
"can we start again?
i just appreciate the energy that you
bring back."
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 8:28 AM UTC
As the waves fall on stony shore
the sword just sits there,
blunting in the washing sea-foam.
England’s winds carry the sand
from England’s rock to the grazes
on our ankles, our feet and hands.
They from the toes of Cornwall to
rocky Dunnet head
will our courage forward
through the first crawl on cam-corder,
to the last drop to earth.
‘We all began at the seaside’
Though days are gone, we linger
snaking through London with those southern scrubbers,
those diamond white men,
the Caribbean accents, the Guajarati, the Jews -
‘A Coke is a Coke and no amount of money can get you a better one’
- we all patter round Oxford Circus and
climb aboard the number 9 bus.
‘Who so pulleth out this sword is trueborn King of all Britain’
And we watch the waves fall.
‘Hold very tight’
It’s there behind our ray-ban’s, our fake ray-ban’s,
their halcyon glint.
It’s the same secret, not one of us can keep -
*Under the setting sun between
England's canals and sheep
the living live, cry and sleep.*
-
It was London and my mother that
raised the muscles in my thighs to look firmly planted
and my face to look resolute when turned to the sun.
It was my mother and London.
They grew me up to look like I could pull out
Excaliber.
‘Lay me down trepanner man, but take the stories with you, if you can’.
So I, always King Arthur,
not a yank, not from Roehampton’s towers,
or Peckham. Not Tintagel, or Camelot,
escaped on an eddie to Manchester,
to bury stories with distance
and stare at cobwebs after rain.
'I’ll hear easy music, find out it’s easy, man.'
But in Manchester’s plastic, in Manchester’s rain
It ran all the same.
Of a blunting blade, I dreamt,
until the Phrenologist came
and I asked him if I was torn up by London grit,
London loves and London’s spit.
But he said no,
no matter where you go
there’s just one secret that you’ll never keep
*Under the setting sun between
England's canals and sheep
the living live, cry and sleep.*
-
The sword just sits there,
honest as a dog.
And the sun has more secrets than any man on earth.
my shadow scuttles through the suburbs,
the seaside, the city, sideways like a crab.
The sandy cuts on my toes, ankles and knees
are bleakly investigated by a fly.
Has anyone sat at the round table?
It’s out of reach of my skinny wrists.
*Lash me to a pole and wait for the Avalon tide
to slowly roll my English soul.*
I better keep on living.
All stories, tears and sleep.
We are all just the living secret,
that not one of us can keep.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 6:19 PM UTC
.few people don't know, unless they read Sienkiewicz... but the Marienburg Castle at Malbork... was originally constructed from white, & ghostly grey brick... not red brick... the red bricklayers came with it being destroyed from the German erasing their shame at it being, claimed... the whole structure used to be a ghostly shaman color of fog... partly white, partly grey... but never... exactly... red brick...
did you know that the Teutonic Order
was the first to invigorate /
or rather instigate the primordial
concept of a... post office?
well... i guess somehow had to write
out the demise of the concept,
or be caught up in it, reaching
the 100m finish line.
those monks really invented /
invested / investigated
the premise of a post-office...
shame, really,
that the post-office is
lying on the death bed...
and the only "thing" that cana
rekindle it is...
a relapse into postcards...
which will never happen...
just as hand writing will
collapse into:
nothing more than a scrawly
stature of pseudo-literacy -
of a signature.
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 5:26 PM UTC
I imagined I was Back with you
But that was just a Front for me.
I fell in-love with(in) you,
But you fell in-love with(out) me.
Believing I was happy,
But my sadness was on a shopping spree.
Selling wife-beaters in Winter becomes
domesticated -_ -Violence is something that needs to be more investigated.
** Just passing on the Message **
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 2:18 AM UTC
Nicolette is a teenager.
Young and reckless.
Independent, she keeps her feelings hidden.
Always smiling.
Differences set her aside.
No one the same as her.
Although her friends are similar,
She still stands out.
Charismatic, outgoing.
A social butterfly.
Laughing, childhood memories, so far gone.
Her future even farther.
Nicolette feels maturity growing upon her.
Students and professors see the struggle,
but don’t see through.
Friend in the next room.
Spends four years as mates,
Still knows nothing.
Her life's moving on,
As if someone's robbing time.
She puts a profile to the case.
Just like all the rest.
Investigated and collected information,
Nicolette’s her own criminal.
Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 12:40 AM UTC
try as you might
your dictated actions will never dictate mine
by the grace of my God
my actions shall be my and my choosing alone
not if it pleases thee
i will not live on my knees
i will serve no master
i will not be dictated to
you forget just my clean conscience needed
not both of ours
for a deep night sleep
your actions clearly misplaced hostility
actions not thought through
when investigated , ooh bad spot light
your honesty wont save this ship
too little too late
someone's head will be needed for the crowd
appeasement if you will
my money is on you
or will black mail save you once more
lets be honest, you know no other way
the game played by secrets
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 7:01 AM UTC
We are solutions and sources..
Much like a strange sunlight..
We're odd with so many symptoms..
We may be falling apart..
We may feel powerless.. We are not..
We are who we are..
If we breathe, compassion is still immortal..
Only way to see truth is to not be part of it
All a lie needs to be real is acceptance
Our world is falling apart. Your money?
Its a lie that is killing us
We drown in economy, in overconsumption
You never take a big enough step back
You let history be an eternal truth
You never question validity..
Open up a history book
Our main problem is..
You actually do question validity..
But only do so in unified global dysfunction..
Without ever even noticing it..
Wars still exist
Conflict still persists
People seek to protect their family
Never knowing they contribute to crime
As a result.. I even lost mine..
Humanity is simple but..
Money creates our complications..
Humanity is killing itself
Just look out your window..
Or turn on a TV..
We're trying to survive the chaos we built..
Chaos is Hell yeah but.. It is not to blame..
Why do you focus only on its symptoms?
Trace the sources of negativity backwards..
Why do you bask in such a Strange Sunlight..?
Some rays real with some rays fake..
Your demeanor became a mask
I'm sorry but its just simply true
Next time you shed a tear..
Its directly due to an entire humanity in fear
The world is truly falling apart..
You never investigated the right question
This isn't an outcome of pure possibility
Because we slowly built it into a certainty
We never even knew..
There is no seeing now.. not anymore..
We may still be able to change it but..
Far too many only need to perceive a crime
To swiftly judge it..
Remember.. Symptoms and Source
Solve one.. the other will dissappear..
Now humanity is almost out of time..
I want to survive and I want to be happy..
But.. this chaos is a symptom..
Its source seems to remain unnoticed..
Or ignored due to being truly unpleasant..
Don't hate the messenger..
You should have expected this..
I should have too..
Mar 16, 2021
Mar 16, 2021 at 11:47 PM UTC
Strange, the one crying rigged election, is the one in office.
**** the numbers just don't add up.
What the huck?
With no political experiences and prone to head action.
The fools decided on less of the two evil.
Or maybe just decided the evilness of hate should be promoted?
He might not be a racist?
But used the fools that less educated and hunger to get in.
Somewhere, somehow the numbers of truth will emerged.
Rigged elections, always get investigated and point out the wrongs of injustice.
Brave talk about taking care of enemies of other countries only works until body bags build up.
Than it's a different story.
Surround yourself with idiots and you find fools using the head.
When the tail isn't aware of being used.
Like many prophets has predicted.
Time will tell just what mess we created?
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 7:08 PM UTC
In my photo album there's a black and white snapshot from your old Kodak camera. I'm sitting upon your stalwart shoulders with a backdrop of mountainous desert. Upon your height my head is above the hills my smile brighter than the whole blue sky.
I still remember that day. We went to Picacho Peak with a picnic lunch and climbed through the rocks, investigated the arroyos. The desert was alive with wildflowers. I collected some and brought them to you - you named every one.
Bluish-purple lupine. Yellow rabbit's bush.
Orange African daisies. Bright desert poppies. Indian paintbrush, flaring strokes of carmine fire. Pale pink globe mallow.
You have such a brilliant mind, a scientist in love with nature. I think you collected some seed to plant with the cacti in your backyard garden...
I still remember. It was a day that stands like that peak in my memory. The breeze in my curls way up high, upon those mountainous shoulders. It whispered to me of the desert spirits. And our guardian angels sang of the wonders of freedom.
I know you heard it, too.
♡ your daughter,
Catherine
SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/20/2016
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 12:40 PM UTC
I found myself rather regretfully royalty
I was the only prince who loved lakes like licentious ladies loyally
without question favoring the bodies long overdue with residue
sounding this through soft interludes of chorus contorted to slither through forests
I’ve intensely investigated an inner identity that is immediately invaded
Intrinsically it envelops the slopes of my sinking body a womb created
Warmth and depth traveling the leagues of notches spiraling spines
when the repetition sets like leaving eight minutes left I’ll call this skin mine
and of this, a mirrored radiation met my edges with great intention
the waves of infinitely expelling time held my cells in detention
radical rays of reason seasoned the sensational sensibility within me
meticulously making messes of undefined cross-faded reality
I separated the sections of spaces between the places I’m unfamiliar to
I comforted myself with resounding sighs of width washing away a ‘who’
but the width was not distance
it was the cognitive dissonance of temporal restrictions
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 8:09 PM UTC
under a clear blue sky
Uncle *****
grabbed a squirrel and
impaled him squarely
on a pike
the squirrel
didn’t die at first
instead he shook
and vibrated
as though electrified
but later
the white of his eyes
dripped
Uncle *****
lay down on his back
drunk
his head leaned
over on one side
a yellow discharge
from inside his throat and ears
spilled out in a puddle
onto the floor
some ants
and later a dog
investigated
but found the taste
not to their liking
every morning now
when i wake
i think of my
five month old grandson
living in a world
ruled by this "funny uncle"
and inside
i retch
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 10:06 PM UTC