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Brian Payamps Sep 2015
Crazy how the new got old so quick
Drug dealing is the new entrepreneurship
Stripping is the new night shift
**** financial aid ****
Since they finish college but continue dancing
On that ***** pole ****
Gay is the new straight
Killer cops are the new superman
And cop killers the new batman
Since when have black lives matter
That's old news ****
Social media fame is the new news feed
And gangster rap beef is the new comedy
Kevin Heart is the new Bill without the pill
Obama is the new Kennedy not John but Robert
Hillary will be the new President
But that's just my prediction
Even-though 49 percent of me believes a Republican is winning this election
Since they are the new donkeys and Democrats the new elephant
Orange is the new black?
.... wait...
Orange is the new black?
That's a thing of the past orange been the color for Blacks
Poets are the new rappers
Rappers are the new fathers
**** is the new medicine
No need for doctors and nurses
Money is the new God
Gold chains are the new nooses
Since every ***** want one
D'usse is the new Hennessey no need for a chase
So much new in the world but I'm still the same ol' me
Cole is the new Nas
Kendrick is the new Em
"Drake is the new great Philosopher"
But that is in the words of the Bronx borough president
Since he is the new ***** of politics
But there's only still one
Jay-z
Ball is the new life
and hoes are the new wife's
Snitches are the new thugs
K2 is the new ****
Heroine the new *******
Pills the new crack
So much new in the world and I'm still the same ol' me
Black will be the new white
Peace will be the new war
But those are just my predictions
Since we lost our self-identity through the modern age of seasoning
So much new in the world as I predict
I'll stay the same
While the environment adapts to me
never the other way around
I'll forever be me
And these voices in my head are just the curse of the talented
Times are changing for the worst. Humans valuing the wrong things but I'm an old soul and we're build better, stronger, smarter. Please my people don't give in don't change. Let the environment adapt to you. You don't change the flower when it doesn't grow you change the soil. We are the chosen ones.
Rob Sandman Apr 2016
This Poem is dedicated to the lives lost while climbing the most unforgiving Peaks in the world.
" "Why did you want to climb Mount Everest? * "
" *Because it's there.
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George Leigh Mallory* 1923

Eyes stinging,I'm facing up to the test,
realising that this could could be the death of me yet,
take a peek at the peak from under my hood,
life sapping winds leech heat from blood.
Of a lesser one maybe,but me no never,
take the pace easy,got to box clever

As the hurricane howls I know I can't sweat,
if you do you lose heat,that's the kiss of death,
push endurance to the max through the **** zone,
keep your mind right cause you're on your own,
stay positive,already faced K2,
Savage Mountain behind me,time for take two*
taking on the monster,most unforgiving,
Goddess of the sky,sacrifices the living,
of the ones who tried 9% have died,
Sagarmatha- I say a silent prayer for their lives.

Don't want my name on the roll of the lost,
souls wandering the peak like a host of ghost's,

save a thought for the Sherpa's,unflinching guides,
without whom the attempt is sheer suicide


Is it Vanity?, Ego? that pushes us to climb,
the 8 thousand plus defy man and time
I can't answer-even though I know the ledge
all I know is life's sweeter when you're on the edge,
of the precipice the gap between life and death
preserve your oxygen-steal each breath,

Born risk taker- adrenaline drug of choice,
free-dived blue hole,flew Carl's walls heights,
but this is the big one,can't take fright-
or I'll be frozen like a statue,by the dawn's cold light,
point of no return strength got to summon it,
whole life leads to the push for the summit."
as it says at the top this is a Poem dedicated to the lives lost in the pursuit of the ultimate.
SøułSurvivør Jun 2015
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(you are here)

we are on a switchback trail
going nowhere? hear this tale
this is a tragic tearful vale
there will be great storms and hail
you may stumble upon shale
but in the end you can prevail

i don't pretend to be a seer
but i won't give you a *** steer
ask any seasoned mountaineer
climbing K2 it's a bear
you need to know
the way that's clear
or you'll be cryin' in your beer

the switchback trail may be slow
you'll be turning to and fro
but to get high you must start low
don't resist! go with the flow!

you have a backpack. yes, it's true
with things that we will all acrue
if you have weights you may be blue
shuffling off the burdened hew
you can find a way that's new!

some will try to climb straight up
they may find a bitter cup
the fall is greater from the top
too fast, the fall will never stop
'til you hit bottom with a plop!

so let us find the narrow way
listen to what i have to say
you will find it if you pray
you'll have valleys come what may
the winds will make you
bend and sway
you may not find the peak today

but when you do... hip hip hooray!


soulsurvivor
(C) 6/22/2015
We all have to find our own way. I found mine in the Lord Jesus Christ.

Please read my post "Salvation Story"
You can go to the search bar on the site and type in "Salvation Story by Soulsurvivor". It will take you right to it. Look, nobody wants to die. Jesus Christ is the way the truth and the LIFE. BELIEVE it.

Read the end of
Matthew 11th chapter

Thanks for reading!

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moziq Jul 2017
Hey there old friend. Maybe friend isn’t the correct term, so allow me to rephrase. Hello old habit. You and me were best friends. We were the Thelma and Louise of our time and yes we flew over the cliff and plunged into the abyss. I was sick and I only needed you. Not chicken soup which is weird because I always thought you were better when heated on a spoon. I thought you were all the antibiotics I needed. You and me were married once. I woke up to you, thought about you all day long, and rushed you into my arms at night. But that was just the honeymoon phase.
My friend, my disease. I was in it not for the thrill of the chase but for the end of my pain. When I was with you I saw my dreams come true. Pigs were flying, Donald Trump wasn’t considered sane enough to run the country, and I didn’t have to believe I was dying. I didn’t have to care about Tom, Ben, or Jerry. Care if the birds flew south to avoid harsh winters or harsh people. I avoided both. I only cared about cutting  perfect line, rolling a perfect dime, and making sure I didn’t look high. If I said I didn’t miss you I would be lying but hey, you’ve made a liar out of me before. It’s easy to try and ignore the hell you put me through, but I would walk a thousand miles of hells seventh floor before I slip back into that fantasy. That coma of things that have never been and could never not be. Me and the devil have danced nine times to many and I know all his sweet moves.

My friend, my affliction, Kryptonite doesn’t have a **** thing on you! You kept me down for four years. Only down was up and up was blue and it was way to difficult to stop believing in you. Believing you were better than real love. I loved you so much. You were my sweetheart, my honeybear, my chrystal, my blow, my k2 spice, my daily fix. But you can’t fix this! You can’t fix my past or make my future bright. I know I sound like I’ve suddenly seen the light but it was always there. I just chose to close my eyes.
My friend I think it’s best we stop playing this game. It’s time I call you by your true name. Addiction, you were never my friend only another bullet I’d bitten. Addiction you are my cancer, you may not be stage four but you're still terminal. You were the Thelma to my Louise. Only now if I am driven to the edge of insanity I’ll skid to a stop. I will watch as you fall over the edge, and I’ll smile as you dive into oblivion. A place I never again want to be.
Infamous one May 2021
K2
Finding ways to past time not fond of down time always said you can't get in trouble if you're making money. Get lost in yard work and washing cars to get out of this insanity. Listening to music while writing. Finished a book now starting another feeling the mind drift away from all the nonsense that robs the heart of peace.
Being kind to everyone even when they vilify you for being different. Not a follower or a sheep been making another path. always working on something not sure what to do with it but invested in it all.
Chris Slade Mar 2020
It’s probably because these days,
now that my knees hurt more,
that when I’ve tackled our K2  stairs -
and I’m on the top floor,
you might just hear me ask
“what the **** did I come up here for?”
You see it’s not just the legs
but the brain that’s weak.
All the plusses that old age holds in store…
out of breath, can’t speak, need a leak…
but sod it, what did I actually come up here for?
It’ll come to me in a minute if I give it some thought
just for a minute or so...
I know, have at least two of everything,
one up one down, so that wherever you go
there’ll be what you want right there…
Or... just move to a bungalow!

Meanwhile... what did I come up here for?
Everything these days is either about old age or Armageddon!
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2024
K2
Show me a man
without a dream

And I’ll show you
— no man at all

(James River Writer's Conference: October, 2016)
Yenson May 2022
The genius is the construction of the blind alleys
signposting the ephemerality of passages
where the ghosts and the retrievers walk
not perchance but daily weekly monthly yearly
dipping toes in murky canals
skipping pebbles in ripples of lores

Here we see Anna's way
to the left is the Unforgiven Avenue
whilst a little further we will come to Black Lane
roll down the hill into Anxiety Corner
and if one walks long enough you will reach Open Door Road
where lies the fields of forget-me-nots in evergreen bloom

So we have our Dr Livingstones in exploration
mapping tributaries charting crumbling sources to K2
crampons  goggles and climbing ropes unnecessary
bare white eyes sees best in white noise and snow blindness
our intrepid warriors are chipping away from Wigan Pier
to the Black Forest where all you know is all you don't know

The genius is the construction of the blind alleys
signposting the ephemerality of passages
where the ghosts and the retrievers walk
not perchance but daily weekly monthly yearly
dipping toes in murky canals and mud flats
skipping pebbles in ripples of folklores
Green revolution, greenhorn revolution, smoke and mirrors, Rainbow Alliance, Extinction of Specie, Arrogance of Humans, make of it what you will!!!
Johnny Noiπ Jun 2018
there hasn't been a poet on the scene
since Tommy left the stoop; he had
charm & sense w/in his singing mind -
I wanted to be a poet like Tommy;
he just said words but thinking is like
words heard through the window;
teenage desi's screaming ******* in
livid fear of her parent's arraigned
marriage for her to the ****** kid
that never left the *****, smelly ****-
filled old rundown village; she's a
model & fashion VP for a publicity
firm in midtown & wears designer
lingerie every night, or a simple
satin slip like Liz Taylor in Butter-
field 8 - but the first poets were the
last since no once since the last poets
have said anything that makes sense
since they spoke the words heard on
the stoop w/ a 40 oz. St. Ides chanting
to the cops, Hasidim & hookers;
***** yuppies & drunken Mexicans
****** on **** & fentanyl & K2;
the first poets were the last to get in
on the ******* after the gang has
gone & she's a smiling dazed mess;
she's my gf going on years now; hell,
I married her, she's a grandmother
ten times over & still smiles at her
hubby who knows what a **** she is;
that was long ago when the last poets
were the first & the first were the last
Universe Poems Nov 2020
Come with me so we can
Fly, and see
higher than any mountain,
could ever be, glaciers don't
Compare, to you, and me
What we share, and
our desire to be
Everest can't
top you, and me
K2 second place
Just checked
that can't be
Crumbled, Melted
Rubble, no chance,
our fault - block,
used Volcanic rock,
that does not
Sway, wobble, or
Shake from shock
Higher than any terrain
Of earth rocks or pain
Our mountain top
Will remain.

© 2020  Carol Natasha Diviney

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