"josef" poems
Thirty six years after they last were held in pre-war Berlin
The games of the Olympiad were all set to begin
This time though, in Munich, set to host the sports worlds greatest show
It was the night before the opening, and all were set to go
August 26th, the games did start and all was going well
But ten days in, the world was shook, and Munich was now a hell
Where terrorists changed how the world would see these famous games
From that date on, The Olympic world, would never be the same
Mark Spitz, that year, set records as he won seven swimming golds
Olga Korbut, elfin princess, stole our hearts with moves so bold
Frank Shorter won the marathon for America, and he was German born
But, Munich's games are famous for the actions, that September morn
Close your eyes, remember back, if you are of the age
Remember those victorious, who were outstanding on that stage
Steve Prefontaine, he came up short, Lasse Viren, he did what he set to do
Think back now to that late summer day in nineteen seventy two
Eyes closed, still remember....David Berger, Mark Slavin and Kehatt Shorr
Seew Friedman, Josef Gutfreund,Elieser Halfin, and you know there is five more
Josef Romano, Amizur Shapira, not tweaking any pictures in your mind,
Andre Spitzer, Jaakow Springer, Mosche Weinberger...any memories do you find?
These men all were Olympians, judges, coaches, athletes, refs
September 5th is now famous, it's remembered for their deaths
They all should be remembered, for their lives, for why they came
They all reached the highest level, they had made it to The Games
Did they ever win a medal ? Would they ever get their glory?
They're remembered as a victim, unfortunately that's their story
It's 40 years on, London hosts, The IOC does not
Take a single minute, give these Olympians a thought
Now close your eyes again and think, could that happen once again
Could terrorists take Olympic lives, could they come and **** like then
Now if I repeat all the names I mentioned, you may not see their face
But, for one short shining moment, please put them in their earned space
Eyes closed, still remember....David Berger, Mark Slavin and Kehatt Shorr
Seew Friedman, Josef Gutfreund,Elieser Halfin, and you know there is five more
Josef Romano, Amizur Shapira, not tweaking any pictures in your mind,
Andre Spitzer, Jaakow Springer, Mosche Weinberger...any memories do you find?
Jul 28, 2012
Jul 28, 2012 at 4:43 PM UTC
Ellen DeGeneres!
Mellow and generous,
Mellow and generous,
Ellen DeGeneres.
X2
How can we peddle this,
Greedy degenerates?
Mellow and generous,
Mellow and generous.
I was just reppin it
You cannot step to it,
Ellen DeGeneres,
Ellen DeGeneres!
bass drop
I am not popular
My, what a thot you were!
You should be jealous of
Ellen DeGeneres!
like Meek
I was just a lost boy
Never understood the cost boy
Never really worked a market
But I never really liked the market
I just wanna overcome the darkness
I just wanna wanna make the sun shine
I guess I really want love to be great again
**** all this hate again
Cause I see you're vicious like a shark is
I am so done with the corporate mind
Grinding machinery, that's not my kind
You are not kind, you are so shy
Scrapin the sky
Fake **** and lies
You think you know what I'm talking about.
I am a poet with way too much clout.
I hate the way that this hatred compounds,
You're just a clown! You make me frown.
Simultaneously
Unh!
Ellen DeGeneres!
Mellow and generous,
Mellow and generous,
Ellen DeGeneres.
Ellen DeGeneres
She's on my friends list!
Mellow and generous,
Ellen DeGeneres!
How can we peddle this,
Greedy degenerates?
Mellow and generous,
Mellow and generous.
Reppin this Emmy ****
Dressing too fabulous,
Ellen DeGeneres,
Ellen DeGeneres!
bass drop
I am not popular
My, what a thot you were!
You should be jealous of
Ellen DeGeneres!
I'm never gonna let my heart grow cold like that,
Never gonna do just what I'm told like that
That shit's old, my man
That shit's sold, my man
That shit's got us got us lookin' sideways in the fold, my man
Cause I think I hear a higher callin
Human race is fallin but you're stallin
I know you don't think you're Josef Stalin
But I think you look like Charles Ponzi,
Oo
(Sung)
My girl's not a cheater
So I don't think I really want to either
I don't think I ever wanna leave her
Iy just. want to. love,
Said Iy just. want to. love,
Said Iy just. want to. love.
(And party hard.)
Ellen DeGeneres!
Mellow and generous,
Mellow and generous,
Ellen DeGeneres.
Ellen DeGeneres
She's on my friends list
Mellow and generous,
Ellen DeGeneres!
How can we peddle this,
Greedy degenerates?
Mellow and generous,
Mellow and generous.
Reppin this Emmy ****
Dressing too fabulous,
Ellen DeGeneres,
Ellen DeGeneres!
bass drop
I am not popular
My, what a thot you were!
You should be jealous of
Ellen DeGeneres.
You should be jealous.
Ellen DeGeneres.
Reppin it, reppin it.
Ellen. Loooooove
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 4:52 PM UTC
Today I write an ode to Joe’s
Procurator, seller, and trader
For my better half it is your coffees
For me, your store entire, for
Your bounty fills my refrigerator
Treasures spicy from India, Japan
Brought to us by your Trader San
From south of the border
Travel goodies galore-a
Compliments of Trader Jose
Then there’s Trader Giotto from Italy
Without a doubt, his yummies call me
There are Jo-Jo’s, curries, oh cho-co-late sweet
And did I mention lotions for feet
There is Pilgrim Joe’s and Trader Ming’s
Who bring to us the finer things
The wines, the drinks, the healthy oils
I dream at night of all your spoils
By way of mention, I cannot forget
Baker Josef who serves to us
Tasty bagels, delicious baguettes
Arabian Joe’s and Joseph Brau
Bring us falafels and rings in our beer
Oh, Trader Johann's and Trader Jacques'
For bodies clean and lips that are fresh
Your Joe's Kids keep mummy's happy
Trader Darwin's help us all stay healthy
Did I, could I, miss anyone?
Don’t want to leave out even one
Your marinated meats, your frozen treats
From Diner Joe’s there are lunches quick
For us working stiffs, his heat-n-eats
Oh, pumpkin scones and cereal O’s
I should not forget your sample bar
Where tastys await to test for my plate
And did I say how amazing you are?
While others sell just fluff and stuff
Of your yummy goodness
I cannot get enough
So if one day soon the Joe’s disappear
I’ll not fret, no i’ll not fear
On me for sure you can count the cause
Right down to your last breadcrumb
For shelves will be bursting in my garage
Where I'll be holding them all, without ransom
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 4:10 PM UTC
He was kind to me
Got me a special box
Just for me to sleep in
Gave me sweets
I called him Uncle
He cut my mummy up and
Experimented on my baby brother
Growing inside her
But Uncle said she had to die
The other kids were sent away
To the gas chambers
But Uncle liked me
Because I was blonde and pretty
And he was going to teach me
How to be a doctor like him
I'd have my tools and I
Could put other people's brothers
In jars to keep
Like he did with mine
He said I would be the first one
To have twins planted in my belly
Would they sprout like trees
In my stomach?
We had tidy beds there
And it smelled nice
My mummy and daddy are dead
And I loved my uncle
But it smells funny in here
And everyone is coughing
I think I can hear his voice
Calling me
And I want to run
But there are walls surrounding me
And I can't escape
His crazy eyes are following me
Until I collapse on the floor
Dead
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 12:38 PM UTC
the pro-anti-abortion argument:
so the tissue argument doesn't count?
so...
once the ***** leaves the body
of a male....
it is the sole possession
of a female?"
sign me up for euthanasia...
please! send me to
gaßkammern!
might as well cut my testicles off!
employ me as a *******
castrato for holding the harem
***** free...
so i can't *********
did i forget my napkin,
or did my bride forget her *****
just asking...
so...
as long as my ***** remains in my,
or on a tissue, flushed down a toilet...
but them she takes over
the ownership?
she gets the bigoted bargain
and bias?
**** me...
i'm sure a Rabbi would argue
that a 16 year old
is always ready...
because... given the current
secular year p.s. a.d. that's always
true...
so i can't...
**** off...
wait a minute... but i haven't
been circumcised...
look at me! woo woo!
next time i *********
into a woman...
i'll secure some wolf ***** into
a syringe...
and then implant a
Frankenstein experiment into her...
my...
didn't a woman, epitome...
make a case for desiring vampires
& werewolves?
**** it...
let's make josef mengele
2.0,
i'm ready...
i'm craving for the laboratory...
but... clearly... you're not...
given...
can a woman really claim such
ownership?
i must make an equal claim...
whatever i *********
into a tissue and flush it down
a toilet...
has to become a pseudo crocodile
child of the deep...
if only i was born in the end of the 19th century...
my Auschwitz would have looked much
more differently...
i would have attempted less twin experiments...
to curate a cure for the Siamese...
i would have injected women
with wolf *****
such a mild,
childhood fantasy...
and people worried
about the treatment of
heretics by the church in
the Renaissance;
if i were the primordial evil
of the 20th century...
i'd pocket my concerns...
where i began the 21st century with.
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 10:56 PM UTC
DAYS of the dead men, Danny.
Drum for the dead, drum on your
remembering heart.
Jaures, a great love-heart of France,
a slug of lead in the red valves.
Kitchener of Khartoum, tall, cold, proud,
a shark's mouthful.
Franz Josef, the old man of forty haunted
kingdoms, in a tomb with the Hapsburg
fathers, moths eating a green uniform
to tatters, worms taking all and leaving
only bones and gold buttons, bones and
iron crosses.
Jack London, Jim Riley, Verhaeren, riders to the republic of dreams.
Days of the dead, Danny.
Drum on your remembering heart.
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josef
joseeef
the gay one
i like you a lot
you’re the best
jose-
i think you're gay
but that’s ok because it’s
priiide month
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 8:06 PM UTC
I reached enlightenment going 75 on a highway on a summer night
No visions of Blake
Only spirits of Kerouac and Thelonious Monk beside me as I sat glued to the wheel
The psalms read as tail lights
The night smelt like memories of Boy Scout camp in the hills
I saw all of the kids of the American night as they should be
O holy angels
Fresh cut sunflower souls
Finding cute boys in Nashville or Indiana
Breathing in every ounce of childhood nostalgia with cigarette whispers
The only cigarettes I smoke are the secondhand whisps from close friends
The smell of cigarettes reminds me of lost love
No tears of Marx
Karl Marx is asleep tonight and all is quiet
Josef Stalin sits in an alley
Gut rot drunk and weeping
Somewhere in South America Trosky weeps through holes in his head the shape of ice picks
O American children
Drinking 100 proof distilled American passion
A stronger high than all the drugs I have never taken
A stronger kick than all the boots of the ones who won't put up with apathy any longer
Tonight we are the ones who are holy and crying
The chill of the night seeps into my bones and I shake with the earth and with drums and saxophone and everything sounds as it should
Paul Robeson my heart goes out to you wherever you are tonight
I stand watch so the skeletons of Babylon can throw stones at you no longer
The shattered glass reminds us the struggle isn't over
O American Angels listen to me ramble
I have sat in ecstasy and seen the smile of God and everything will turn out ok
Death comes when it has to
Don't rush it my friends
Until then raise whatever glasses you have as high as you can
Use the stones they throw to build your foundation
Kiss the ones you know in your heart to be holy
Don't worry how loud you are yelling
This is America and you don't have to be sorry
This is as beautiful as we allow it to be
This is as many tears as we can afford
Only saints cry on Thursdays
And tonight the wisdom of sages are written on bathroom stalls for whoever cares enough to read it
Bless everyone who sneezes
Don't tell yourself that you aren't enough
Don't fool yourself that there is an enough
You are already as complete as you can be
You are the sunflower soul
You are enlightenment
Going 75
Down a highway
In the American night
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC
If she could have got
inside her head, Nadya
thinks, she is sure, her
mind can expand like an
inner universe. The thoughts
moving around like lost
planets, clusters of stars,
images, words, faces, actions
remembered. If she could
just put her hand into a
hidden orifice and reach
into her brain and sort
amongst the galaxies of
ideas she could be brighter,
braver, wiser, and there
clinging to certain ideas
associations like Proust’s
madeleines would be old
loves, broken heart moments,
melodies from favourite songs.
Josef has told her to leave
off the ***** to put away
the bottles, drink water, tea
or whatever. But he does
not satisfy. His love making
is a joke, all push and poke.
Sometimes she thinks her
thoughts come out of her
head and dance. Time for
another drink. She thinks
of Paris. Summers past,
spring walks. Josef’s endless
chatter breaks in; those all
too intellectual boring talks.
She imagines him as another,
pretends some young Russian
overeager tends to her, embraces
her body, kisses each inch of her
flesh, pleasure giving. No more of
this boring life, more of that wild,
touching the new, exploring *** living.
Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 4:22 AM UTC
Deceit, false flags waving.
Accusations, Gavel of Injustice.
Apate controls your mind.
Mentiras, Você mente.
Crying witches
bodies in the river.
Forest rituals
laughter and dance.
The Crucible, great Aurther.
White coated, glass-eyed
Judge John Hawthorne, you are.
Don't believe Abigail Williams
Salem witch trials commence.
Screaming ****** ******
Witchcraft! Sociopathy!
Don't throw me in the river.
Believe the innocent.
5 lives, central park 5
liars are adults, kids are angels.
Don't throw me behind bars.
Erro de diagnóstico.
White walls, white lies
empty promises, filled pockets
lamb in wolf´s cave.
Happy little pills.
Serotonin, mess up his mind
make him an empty shell.
**** him up, porque quem se importa.
White angel in white hell.
Josef Mengele, don't touch me
evildoer, you are. **** salute
go back to screaming Heil ******
Touch me once, I will resist.
Tell me twice, I will talk.
Tame me thrice, I will scream.
Trail of final letters, suicídio.
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 2:11 PM UTC
Tryouts starring musical prodigies
and/or an attendant conductor
attempt to approach ambient chorus
divinely exhibited from Gaia's handiwork
heavenly invoking kapellmeister's
magnificent nonchalant outlook
piquantly, quintessentially, repertoire sensately striking
unmatched vast wisdom yielding, zephyr air albeit creativity
engineered from groundswell harmony
juxtaposed, kindled, linkedin,
manifesting noteworthy opulent philharmonic recording
transcribing universal veritable webbed wide world.
Wunderkinds yield Ziggurat acme approximated asymptote
bequeathing celestial Doppelganger Earthly emulations
formulating fractal glinting highlighting
ineffable joie de vivre jostling, keen kindling,
la la land legerdemain lifting logic
lording Ludwig (Josef Johann) Wittgenstein.
Yelping zoological apostle Al affidavit Gore handily
heaping hubristically invocation jolting kickstart measures
nipping nixed noblesse oblige opera
quickening quotidian rapid ruination sans supreme
teetering upended venerated wise with acumen
arithmetical Benoit Mandelbrot
chasing far-fetched ideas
lightyears menacing nihilism purging ogres opportunistically
resplendently ripping revered tankard tipping unstoppably
vanquishing varietal whipsawing wonderfully
wrapt yawning youngsters
warfare written wrought
yanking zestfully crushing environmental family
granting Herculean instant karma
malevolent, opprobrious pronouncement
quiet riot silencing severely tragic ubiquitous vicious wreckage
yikyaks apemen cleft Earth.
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Future foragers denounce capitalistic bamboozlers aggression
zealots wrought trashing quintessential naked kingdoms issue
flotsam coagulates zonal wastelands torquing quality NON
killing habitats Earth bleached yellowed voodoo ruins.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 12:12 AM UTC
Josef K. has gone away
And left his trial for all the days
That I can stand with bloodied eyes
That can no longer see the light
I will not see my sea in waste
I will not sea the see of taste
I will not love your absurd ways
Josef K. has gone away
And left his trial for all days
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 12:01 PM UTC
even i can counter
the horrors of imaginaging
the experiments of josef mengele,
namely? experimenting with
implating wolf, or ape ***** into
female ovaries;
if i only had the resources...
i'd begin with a twin project,
implanting male *****
of humans into these animals...
thank god i'm not rich enough
to allow just perversity to take place...
imagine mingling wolf or ape *****
with female ovaries....
almost a shame
to recount the aesthetics of
gunther von hagens...
being shamed...
or rather turned into
stigmata artefacts...
come the second look,
the **** experiments were merely
brute force, with not momentum
of a mary shelley imagination;
that sole feminist i can attest to,
as being truant of the feminine form
in the sense of expressing an anti-sex
cranium... structure...
the **** extremes seem so crude
by my romance of science;
it could almost be permitted,
to implant the ***** of a feral
creature into a civil body
of an experimented upon woman....
how crude the ****
imagination when compared
to such wild dreams...
even as failures,
to be expected,
the still potential chance
of a hybrid...
well...
if the jews can build their walls,
i can craft my own fancies
to search for fear in the hearts
of the current men.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC
Retirado en la paz de estos desiertos,
Con pocos, pero doctos libros juntos,
Vivo en conversación con los difuntos,
Y escucho con mis ojos a los muertos.Si no siempre entendidos, siempre abiertos,
O enmiendan, o fecundan mis asuntos;
Y en músicos callados contrapuntos
Al sueño de la vida hablan despiertos.Las Grandes Almas que la Muerte ausenta,
De injurias de los años vengadora,
Libra, ¡oh gran Don Josef, docta la Imprenta.En fuga irrevocable huye la hora;
Pero aquélla el mejor cálculo cuenta,
Que en la lección y estudios nos mejora.
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Transforming into another rage
listen to the Sounds of Gage
Plow body shatter blood Spatter
Now the system 30 lbs fatter
Off in the hearse
Tell me where you go after the curse?
Is Written fruits I ate on are Forbidden
Karma hot as a kitchen what's that hittin'
Top of dome head trauma
Who want to bring the drama?
Galore ******** we leave
Enemies drenched in sweat
And they just bore
Me my epitome can't get any worse
Never the last I place first
So I can see my foes trailing behind
Sometimes I wish I could rewind
The days of wayback before
I Knew how to rap on an A Track
Never been never gonna Slack
Countin my Mints
Cogitating?? Where my paper at?
The stacks in Bundle King of the
Rhyming Jungle
life's an Unsolved Mystery
Enticed to Glory Fame then
In comes the Misery Agony
Ya burning like a Match
Short fuse soon to turn Black
Cuz ya luck ran out
So listen to the Josef Cuz I'm about
To get Busy drivin' a Benzie
S 500 with chrome Trim
Keep the Lights Dim so I can
Meditate the words on ya Noggin
foggin Memory collapse noe its Joggin
Now ya taking a trip
To La La Land the Land you never come
Back from and ya left ya Family
On Earth death catching mirth
Ain't no Lie
just a little Snippet of
What will happen if you Die??
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 3:42 AM UTC
I am birthed from the verdant forest
Upon your openness
Distant surf breaks murmuring
Upon my grateful sailor’s ears
Under foot a tapestry of woven sand
In myriad patterns delights my downcast eyes
I open my palms to swallow the beauty
My heartaches ebb away
Like the tidewater before me
In reverence
I am alone
I am free
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 10:31 AM UTC