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The Ripper Apr 2016
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lip locked by token
a black ketch lies splintered
avvaiting *for you

to redeem it
so redeem it!
You dropped the anchor 6212017
NanaJustice Dec 2014
Ever had that feeling that no one cares even the people who constantly say things like am here for you but is never around the ones who say just call me and when you do they don't answer , people who make promises and never commit but isn't a promise a comfort to a fool , then call me stupid cause I  fell for it several times  am way pass the stage of a fool .
I got trust issues!! and its way pass crazy when you find that you  don't even trust your mother when you can't look at her and crack a smile for a few seconds because in the blink of an eye she takes it away.
I had a nightmare last night and I wake up trying to ketch my breathe but the truth  is it was my reality standing in front of everyone and no one can see me dying .
My alarm went off and this time I didn't  even know what for, screaming and beating ,cursing and scowling my mother went off from 6 -8 in the morning, lord know this my favorite way to wake up  giving me enough energy to go through my day all gloomy and **** but he always seem to cheer me up with the sound of his voice cause its a Cole world and all I gotta do is CHEER UP .

cause even through the joy i feel the pain even when it sun i feel the rain even when am  high i feel the low likes that's all I know and lord knows i can't complain cause even when i do it feels the same getting high just to fight the lows cause that all i know .....
So cheer up



#NanaJustice
Ellis Reyes Apr 2013
These words are a sock, soft and warm from the dryer
butterknife
palpable
lullabye
maroon

These words are bits of glass, attacking my ears:
Yaw
Ketch
Blurt
Epizeuxis
Jactation and
Mauve

These words are brass-knuckled fists to the face
Mogadishu
Rwanda
Desert One
My Lai
And
Nine One One

These words are a sneaky cat, slithering here and there
Mystery
Secretive
Lurking
Sly
Shadowy

These words are unknown to everyone but me. Private words for private thoughts.
Uiyak
Jackassdom
Nothingofanyvalue
S M Chen Jan 2017
Picasso reported a theft
By art thieves who barely had left.

"Did you see them?" cops prodded.
"I think so."  He nodded.

"Perhaps you could sketch them
To help us to ketch them."

So he sat down to draw
And they watched him with awe.

After they knew
What Pablo drew,

Arrests swiftly came.
I cite them by name:
Mandolin, guitar, and horse.

But do I jest?  Of course.
The Good Pussy May 2015
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I felt you in a space that no one else can find,
Expressed things that weigh beautifully upon my mind,
Touched by your thoughts I can barely comprehend,
I find myself exposed to a brand new kind of friend,
My mind silenced by the sound of my heart beginning to beat,
I felt lost and yet found while attempting to find my feet,
And as you revived the parts of me I never knew,
Or maybe even forgotten waiting on something true,
How can I express what I've never known,
Or begin in what I've never been shown?
Without question the answers sought never to be found,
Without words you gave me something more profound,
Wonderfully written upon my heart I find them everyday,
Yet still I search for the right words to say,
Now I reflect in the wonder of how I could be so small,
Realizing you showed me how I need not words at all,
Without question... One day I opened my eyes and began to see,
Your heart was beautiful enough to finally find me.....  
  For the love of my life ... Feb. 2 2017
Jacky Xiang Oct 2010
Dear porcelain, would I were perfect as you art,
Not in dull translucence do you shine,
Gleaming brilliance cloaked yet unmarred,
Mirror mirror of conscious dreams of mine.

The distant chime, chime of deathly knells,
Of shattered pebbles down scented lunar peaks,
Of soft crystal frost into the veil they fell,
Let my masks abscond, leaving eyelids weak.

Such sweet ache plagues my nightly mares,
Loveless lone splendor beneath blacken skies,
Nap 'tween the orchards ripe with pears,
Awakenings torn asunder the happy lies.

Sail-less ketch off candle-lit cavern shores,
Colossal etched symbols of Hecate's spells,
Till desire and woe to oblivion they soar,
Will gladly blunder through all seven Hells.

Absent from day's eye are the auric beams,
Silent be the hymn from above, off-tune flutes,
In motion I stand in fear of reluctant dreams,
Wounded peregrine looking at the open blues.
I dedicate this poem to all the fantastic people I've met at CEDA.
Nat Lipstadt Jul 2013
One continuous first poem of the day


I read. You read.
Together,
We will:

Overcome forebear forswear get new styling hair, inculcate deviate initiate intimate feelings only we can share, participate be late create poetry only you and I can speak, always seek quietly seek refine remind design the no din no sin atmosphere right here always fair in sickness in health share the wealth that words give, heal the feel the fantasy and the real you gift to me, heart heart hearted the good, the wonderful, the rad,
Even the just so so and even the bad for ore refined becomes precious metal fellas, not a rap just a hap in a late inning, game tied, brain sun fried wouldn't lie we r down by seven, heaven would be to write a poetry in the the in between stretch, or sail a ketch just me and thee making up schemes and dreams wordplay as foreplay whattya say say ok say to nite we do it my way why babe cause what you say is my way one way street sign pointing up later we sup on franks and beans and caviar won't get far maybe to the head and  then the bed  because I like salty caramel really swell and that the flavor I savor when lips greet and Nate doesn't fall asleep in mid composition with fingernail incision wake u up to seal the deal cause I am woman and get what I need when I need why else to keep you around not for silly limerick nope I want your
Soul my only goal I want you whole not in part stop writing that ridiculous ness  make a mess of me in me sweet liberty of thee I sing alarm ring six fifteen go to yoga but take off that toga so I can warm you before the session leaving me so not Cairo yeah you better comb you hair or everyone will know you know what remains unfinished bizy ness tween us
just like this rave this rant in crazy cant I can and will send at the turn at the end at the bend for you to add it would make glad so start to speak mail me the continuation so the end to amend and this continuous unedited befriended work of **** will forever grow and all will be contented by the only poem ever writ by geeks and nerds and twits like me carry  my baton carry on stream and scheme send each one of you additions and I will add to this first edition and we will write the greatest work ever ever so communicate there is no late years from now brown cow I will be adding the longest running show on Hello mellow and if you want to be anonymous see that's fine but I love your names and giving credit all credit yours so take this and start this banger end this fray crazy notion slightly askew whom among you will be the first for there will never be a last if the chain remains
Unbroken....
shaqila:   continue your work of ****? - haha! ok here goes!
to one and all, be all in all, for all, now, then and after, perhaps, sometimes never, life is and was, even though, however, it all starts!
haha!!

Natasha V: We are a never ending chain, a freestyle type of gain for one and all if you want, add few words on anything, love and passion sadness or pain, exagerate all you want tease and taunt, don't you dare spare, don't feel shy, keep the work of **** flowing, after all, it's all about feeling free to ignore Nat and being me...or yourself :D

**Complete this arc if you can,
Are you poet or just an ordinary man?
Some poems never end,
Nor meant too.
Alliterative phrases, invitations,
Add a verse, a word, even a sound,
An exclamation of delight,
A stanza in its own right.

Unfinished work, forever additive, collaborative.
Modify mine, pass it on,
Free to steal it,
For ownership passes to you,
with your first reading,
And lost when you close it,
Stamp it and release it into the atmosphere.

Initiated July 13th 2013
Finished July 13th 2313????
Nat Lipstadt Jul 2015
poetry composed in perfect silence
doesn't exist...
for there is no such thing,
perfect silence

there are no
noise canceling headphones,
a coachable prevent defense,
protecting my inner ears from
hearing words forced to the surface,
loudly spoken, up floating
unto the mind's constancy of enraging waters,
the highest definition of
mental disquiet,
the imperfect silence

frag grenades, IED's detonate,
all nicknames for the brain's multi-voices,
all argue raucous,
unafraid of exposure,
over~shouting to be heard,
freely secure in the
seeming silent privacy
of my brain,
mine owned
internecine mental slaughterhouse

and yet,
what I write down,
mine to keep...

my home,
and my mind,
an isle,
an atom of Earth
and flesh cells,
split surrounded by a
broad freshwater river

the isle of the mind
spits fingers of land and voices,
injecting themselves into
the two~sided, belly~soft riversides,
forming bays and coves,
hiding places for
crafty human devices


my poor mind,
mind it well,
as this sailing craft called poetry,
now,  but a tiny ketch
to keep me afloat upon the
river surround,
while avoiding the backwash wakes
of larger enemy ships of state,
those who gladly drown me
for pleasure,
enjoying the pretending-to-be-quiet
internal screams denouncing
the myth of perfect silence

but the imperfect
poetry
born amidst
imperfect sleep,
the residual,
mine to keep...
as we're planting the seeds of love
we'll harvest a bounty
ah how rich it will be
reaping love's field of plenty

our seeds will be
in a well furrowed patch
so our juices of love
will finely hatch

sowing the seeds of love
a surplus we'll fetch
there will be a booming bonus
in our love ketch

the time is ripe
for our sowing
to begin
our seeds of love
are in the touch
of our skin

seeds
of
love
prospering
seeds
of
love
we'll
be
fostering

in our bed
a harvest
shall grow
as we plant
the seeds of love
in a fruitful row
Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
Rasta seh **** gone. Rat tek im place.Or when power leaves, the scavenger succeeds.

Roots man seh blood follow vein. Or blood is thicker than ****,

Greedy choke puppy. Or greed ultimately ends in tragedy

Man walk. Dead watch Or death comes at unexpected times.

As close as *** and commode.Or a close friendship.

*** done.Fun done Or goes a fair weather friend.

Old firewood easy fi ketch. Or old wood lights easily (Pertains to old ex lovers who still have feelings toward each other).

Day brok one, one. Or, One day then the next (Time changes all things).
A few of my Belizean  cultural (Creole proverbs in pidgin )
NanaJustice Jan 2015
When I was little my aunt told me a story about this little girl who was just  like me. Heart so pure, smile so bright . In the end she would always call me her little time bomb.
see am a contradicting ticking time bomb , I could make my enter surrounding change with my next move . with that known I did me, not caring about who's around or who will get hurt as long as am happy my timer will never stop.I  had no emotion  towards anything or anyone for I knew if I stop my time will run out and everything  around me will have to bear that pain ,so I made it my responsibility to reduce that pain reduce the amount that surrounds me so when that day comes when I explode and no longer breathe it's OK, for I will be remembered  and not only for what I  had but for what I gave and the way I did.
My biggest fear is oblivion  but am inevitable! I must end and to know there was a time before me and there will be a time after me scares the crap out of me cause people will not exists and no one will be left to remember me .
That day , that cold winter day you passed me and smile barely even noticing me but my timer went 0-100 and I could not ketch my breathe and as you come out of sight it stop . I realized that day you where my time keeper .
Then came spring when we shared our first hello and for the first time my bomb stop ticking and I had feelings , my emotions ring, my heart beat normal for a change at first I loved it , but then I started to break for I started to lose you  and even dough I knew, my heart would not let me forgot you, you stored away my timer some where I could not even see .
Am a bomb without a timer am child without a soul, am a tree without leaves , am and ocean without water .
am a child and your my womb am asking to please let me go let me explode and cease to exist , I will no longer be a pain in your *** no longer be that guilt in your heart I will no longer hold you back please just set me off my timer is in your hand , any minute now am ready to go.
I no longer live with the fear of oblivion  for the timer who keeps me and the lover who lost me , the boy friend who never knew me, and the friend that saw right through me , will be the ones who will remember me for now I cease to exist
Yes its you
A ketch or a sloop to drop me out of the loop and I will sail far away, it may be day, but it's night and the wind wraps me tight, there's no light and the tunnel can't be found.
The only sound that I hear is the creep creeping of fear and the rustling of things in the dark.
I could be, but I'm not the white spot on the Sun or the unspendable cartridge in the barrel of a gun,
so scoop me up, loop me out, scout out a space where the day's in a place where I know it will stay, in this challenge I face where the case is unsolved I resolve to uncover the truth and yet the lies fly in flocks which block the sight in my eyes and prise the light from my day, a ketch or a sloop, drop me out of the loop and let me sail off to sea.
I could be, but I'm not the distant spot that you scratch on the charts that you keep in the cupboard by your bed or the lead that's unspent, the bullet never sent,
I could be, but never went there, only walked planks on building sites where dreams are built from days to nights and the promises of a completion are deleted in the draft.
Life  is an ever ending mystery
Life is cruel and will kick you when your down
Life doesn't care who you are or who you know
Life doesn't stop and wait for you to ketch up
Life will speed right past you if you waste it
Life will make you wish you never had it to begin with
Life can scar you deeper than any knife can
Life can make you want to give up
But Life can also bring joy
Life is what you fight to keep
Life is the greatest gift you can give
Life is always worth keeping
Don't ever give up on Life* -Jeffrey Sutter
Fullfreddo May 2015
poetry composed in perfect silence
for which
there are no noise canceling headphones,
a coachable prevent defense,
protecting my inner ears from hearing
words forced to the surface,
loudly spoken, up floating
to the mind's enraging waters admixed
in the high definition
disquiet of imperfect silence

frag grenades, IED's detonate,
nicknames for the brain's multi-voices,
all argue raucous, unafraid of exposure,
over~shouting to be heard,
freely secure in the silent privacy
of mine owned
internecine slaughterhouse

but what I write down,
is mine to keep...

my home is an isle,
an atom of Earth
split by a broad freshwater river

land spits on Google earth
can be witnessed, seen plotting,
injecting  themselves into
my two~sided, belly~soft
unprotected riversides,
forming bays and coves,
hiding places for
crafty
human devices


my poor mind is my river,
mind the sailing craft called poetry,
a ketch to keep afloat,
while avoiding the backwash wakes
of larger enemy ships of state,
those who gladly drown me
for pleasure
Born May 23, 1950
Recorded on May 23rd
ChinHooi Ng May 2015
In a pure world
music and birdsong
spinning
the lingering
melancholy
no more sadness
only memories
and longings
prostrating on the trails
of yellow leaves
counting the rhythms
of loneliness
the handsomeness of the island
the dreaminess of
the susurration of the beach
the elegance of the sails
the water as always
beating the stippled quietness
awaiting the next dawn
a ketch drifting on the ocean
shining a turquoise light
portraying the poetry
of the predawn
or the predawn hilarity of
the fish and shrimps
in the ocean
this is a pure world
and there is music
and running water in it
and the samisen of moods
and the psaltery
of the nature
whats more
the happy pixies shuttling
in the forest
of purity.
NanaJustice Sep 2015
Irregular Irregular just an irregular emotion it comes every month I'll call it my period.
Some times it change some times it stays the same but must of the time it has me feeling so much pain; pain killers are my drugs and in this case *** is my love to get it off my mind I politely take my time and choice my next line to ****** you to come over cause baby its prime time.
Irregular Irregular just an irregular emotion it plays with the mind and most of the time it have me feeling drake with you on my mind past event that I can erase!! first two days are the worst cause it has me all upset thinking thing that god himself will not approve , but baby some times I wish you die so I wouldn't  have to encounter another you in my life .
I wish you would get sick but not just sick; sick that you cant do nothing just a dead weight .I wish so bad that as you walk on the street someone will just come take your life in a blink of an eye I'll be the first to cry cause then I would wish I hadn't  wish all the bad things I did when I was upset
Irregular Irregular just an irregular emotion thank you  god am on my last day the final days to ketch my step and realize am finally courageous enough to say I had enough and I thank her for taking you off my hands. It may sound like my period but its not its the three days out of every month I sit back and think about
the first guy I loved
glad to say that's in the pass here is your application am looking for a new man!!!!
I do miss my ex but things happen for a reason
Nat Lipstadt Jun 2015
You know so little of me,
so now advise and consent,
your knowing in advance,
a midfielder from another century,
closer to my end,
nearer my god,
than thee

simple ridiculous
being (n)at this point,
last few chapters,
on the human dual continuums^

of lost and found,
junctured, forked,
needy of deciding,
but that ******* fate
won't let you off the hook,
ever

~
once, a pumping artery
became but modest vein,
now reductio ad absurdum
to a tiny capillary,
to do the work
of two grown man
~
once again,
found myself reincarnated,
as a work in progress,
without the necessary and the  insufficient
time to make real headway,
no time left for true progression,
hoping to squeeze one more solution
from this man's equation
~
my poor mind
is my river,
so mind
the sailing craft called poetry,
a small ketch to keep moi afloat,
desperate avoiding the backwash wakes
of larger enemy ships of state,
who gladly try to drown me
for pleasure

~
poetry keeps me afloat,
like me, part of me, all of me,
always a work in progress
until not
^ The two-factor theory (also known as Herzberg's motivation-hygiene theory and dual-factor theory) states that there are certain factors in the workplace that cause job satisfaction, while a separate set of factors causes dissatisfaction. It was developed by psychologist Frederick Herzberg, who theorized that job satisfaction and job dissatisfaction act independently of each other.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Two-factor_theory

never complain, never explain, just write down your poetry...
Jill Aug 2024
I grew up by the beach
Air salt and sunscreen
Houses squat on dunes
Calendar in scratchy sand
All yellows and brindle

Winter scored in cactus ketch-groans
Summer seagull soundtrack
Snake sunbakes
Kikuyu crunches

Now home is hillside
Rosemary jasmine breeze
Every pane a picture
Year parades in colour
All purples and greens

Spring exits in lily lavender
Soft sepia summer
Auburn autumn
Jade July

And in unison agave flower
Invisible itinerary
Monocarpic masts
Noble nativity

Curtains to overture
In purples and greens
Agave are monocarpic -  reproducing with a spectacular flower mast, which happens once before the plant dies.

©2024
Allysa Jen Dec 2022
Staring at him whom i love
like staring into one's soul;
Taking aback by those amazing gaze
Oh what grace.
Confessing, though he's saturn
with it's ring:
Trying to catch a flower owned by a bee
No honey left for me.

He replied forthwith to my kind gesture
Flustered and red
Looked at me with those eyes,
peicing like a poisoned arrow

"It is not only the moon that loved the sun
The sun longed for the moon the most
But the sun can only give it's warm light
Not it's whole embrace
For it already had earth in place"

Heartbroken is she,
She who knows 'tis right to leave
She, however, is only a leaf;
A leaf to a flower in a bouquet of roses,
No wonder rejection is only a trivial thing.
But love doesn't seem right
If you don't go back;
But love, he's not mine to fight.

May pa toh ngayon ko lang narevise.
Freestyle  ketch.
Staring at him whom i love
like staring into one's soul;
Taking aback by those amazing gaze
Oh what grace.
Confessing, though he's saturn
with it's ring:
Trying to catch a flower owned by a bee
No honey left for me.

He replied forthwith to my kind gesture
Flustered and red
Looked at me with those eyes,
peicing like a poisoned arrow

"It is not only the moon that loved the sun
The sun longed for the moon the most
But the sun can only give it's warm light
Not it's whole embrace
For it already had earth in place"

Heartbroken is she,
She who knows 'tis right to leave
She, however, is only a leaf;
A leaf to a flower in a bouquet of roses,
No wonder rejection is only a trivial thing.
But love doesn't seem right
If you don't go back;
But love, he's not mine to fight.
Idk what inspired me for this.
I wrote this on May 30, 2022
I only revised and posted it now because I'm too busy procrastinating so. . . Yeah
Good day Btw
Tekpatzin Apr 2014
Tlazokamtli Ometeotl, for this beautiful day and life.
The gift of breath, knowledge, wisdom and humility.
Thank you for the elements, and for the sacred ways of my people.
The teachings and knowledge, and our Mother; Tonanzin.
The heart beat of all living creations.. Inla'ketch.
Thank you Creator for patience, for the light you give me in darkness.
Tlazokamatli for my spirit, my family and your teachings.
Soy hija de miaz,l my people are people of the son!
Tiauhi!
shayla ennis Jul 2015
I keep falling
Hitting the ground
The wings given to me
By ancient gods
Torn from my body
My spirit losing its will

All my will being drained from me
Everything fading and being starved
Feeding the wars of aggression
Unable to ketch my breath

Seeing for the first time
A world around me
A chance to know what emotions are
Can one like myself find love?
Can an angel love a mortal?
Is a mortal’s heart strong enough?
To hold onto the light of
an angel who’s fallen

Hearing a voice constant
In my mind
Leading me to him
A heart so warm
To hold me
Can give me a dream
To believe in

By scarlet rose
Date: 7-17-2015
When the ****'s
not the sound from a dinner gong
where
did I go wrong?

kitsch on a ketch in Marrakech
fetch me a spyglass
pass me the chain
let's hear the sound from the
dinner gong
again.

There's a fissure
the missionary's fishing for me
I fall where all the fallen go
don't know where that is
but
I'm going to find out.

Not well today
so
blaming it on decimalisation
the falling pound
(must be where the fallen go)
the state of the nation
David Cameron
anything else I can get
my hands on
even
Lonnie Donegan,
well
skiffle rhymes with sniffle.

and vanishing cream does not do the trick
doesn't advertising
make you sick?
I never once bounced with health
after eating that dog food I
bought off the shelf.

Everything's different
nothing's the same
no ****** bongs
electronic gongs
microwaved meals
it all feels so
wrong.
Poor Miss Ramona seen the devil and ran out of breath , she screamed in confusion as she fell to her death , she'll be looking in your window come cool weather if you fail to get to sleep , you'll get a maniacal , glaring image the likes you've ne'er ever dreamed
The wise-man shan't be cracking a window in the month of November
Nor leaving lit candle for it'll only tempt her
Best be preparing for sleep at sundown , paying the constable to keep a lookout
Dousin' yer fire , addin' extra quilt , stuffin' ears with cotton with a second shot o' sleeping cider
Latchin' ones door smart 'n ketch'n up on yer Bible* ...
Copyright October 10 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved

I love this time of the year .. Ghost and goblins !
Karijinbba May 2020
Ye have writen to mine heart
a memorandum in gold and blood
ancient revered venerable Angel beloved.  
These withered red roses
bloom again E.T. divine.
Gold hearted Thermo King
wing mine
Revolving door fly by
patient ancient Lancelot
Knight commenting;
acertaining

Ye shifted to one better human by mine story poems
consigned to thee and the four wise winds.
Myself regaining sanity
yet sighing madness despair
revealing mine heart to thee
Ye agreed I've got more than wisdom owning truth in mine ink revealed  

Ye've delighted reading mine scribble as thine beloved pet
to run hands on mine kitty fur
all as truth in thine mind's eye,
and yeah ye're dearly aroused
as ye cry me a river.
Privileged is thine life partner!
relished recipient of thine better change.
While still mine vessel soul is unresolved shunned
destitute forlorned bleeding
crying thee an ocean for thine river wept hush-hush.
I sigh all night til morn,
Mine nucleous inner core pains for thee waiting too long to offer small charity shielding
before mine bereavement
quietus curtains end.

Even dogs eating of thine table's crumbs lived, thus surely can "i."

I adolize delighting in thee taking heed thine steps quickening
fast lifting wing and landing
onto mine heart's chambers
longing to see thine will
break free rescuing me-cpr

mine wrecked ketch cursed existence empty forsake me not
and shelter me please.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
By: Karijinbba
Copy Rights- 5-19-20- revised
06-22-20.
I have more lives than my cat
.ore patience the. G**
more blessings then a nun.
Nirvana awaits dada dear
thine paternal parent,
who helped sire yours truly,
a widower these
last fourteen plus years,
he laments absence,

and sorely misses presence
regarding scatterbrain spouse,
single word description,
he would readily concur
appellation linkedin with
bubbly headed just legal bride

born November thirteenth
ninety thirty five
learned thru the grapevine
(I must telephone him...
before the curtain call...,
whence his spirit

exits stage door left,
cashes in chips
gives up ghost
kick the bucket
et cetera, cuz
heavy sadness still pronounced

since me birth mother (his wife)
departed about three years
following grim terminal prognosis
metastatic uterine cancer
sabotaged her vivacious person
doggedly die hard zest

Arthur Murray ballroom instructor
unbridled questing nabbed,
(albeit flirtatious ******)
husbanded coy demeanor
snookered young, tall, slender,
handsome, athletic bachelor

unwitting prime ketch
female instinct pheromone scented
bewitched, enthralled, intoxicated...
pretty thang wrought yoked
without resistance ohm mat tickly
generated electric charm

crackled, popped, and snapped
synapses nsync between infatuated pair
future groom invoked flying colors
courtesy maternal grandmother

marriage spanned approximately half century,
not entirely wedded bliss,
yet each swore fidelity to the other
..."until death do us part".
Today, on top of
The moans
And groans
And grumbles
And mumbles
I cogitated
And considered
How much Ketchup
Is wasted globally
Each year
From the remaining dregs
In each, and every bottle
From approximately 800 million
Produced each year
I estimated the equivalent of
20 million were wasted
And out of all the 14 billion sachets
Yes billion! about one third of a billion
Were wasted (kind of wishing i was feeling wasted!)
Again through left over dregs
How very saucy
And a touch inane
Hard to Ketch up with
Without a condiment
Me go now....!
by Jemia
kevin Apr 16
the finished expose on skid row in los angeles went out to the editors and then to the village voice

los angeles skid row language know

strange fruit for the village voice

she's up all night till the sun

goodbye irish
my girl's soul
sings in me
if he can make it to 5
i can get to 10 in chains
lord,

and i send, gold
books of lies
that the worth of tonight

the worthless ways of last time
can go to hell, for making me 5
and now i go back to silent

chasing angxine
deaf skins, grasping withered tiles
unfind my lips
prohibition

transmorgaphied freaks screened
undowning the cloths
traipsings of fine
lest godly maketh reworking signs
#tarynmanning

these are lives of homeless people left out in the purge during realignment with the first wave of prisoners to be mathematically irrelevent because bondslaving the prison is treasury notes

census level capitalism and legislators delight

pursuint
to the criminal justice code
of the social security numbers
of the poplulation of ventura county
obstructions to justice carrying forfeited license
of ownership of citizenship
titled as property owner(s) of slaves titled homeless
there are no homeless americans
prisoners confines are allocated within budget constraint
and codified by the military
these are prisoners rights
the supreme court docket numbers shall have due process
forthwith

your brother is safe
he arrives at the library
and is made to understand
interpol
hail a cab home.

as to our address
may we proceed with change to
the new office? with paperwork
racquel is still and outside, sunbathing
i have been denied my ebt
will you arrange these? thank you


irish soundtrack to alive for the last of my irish slaves
#clairewilliams #danieldaylewis #evagreen


lip top london band no bank
tifear, unclear
followed and unclean
seen as chaste
unnatural'd pace'd

this unkempt boy
thrown to and fro
stairs built
and disavowed the heel

this is a right of a human

locomotion is not debate

police in america have not the double under
this is interpol logic
there is no to be sure
police, "you are just as an employee of the homeless"

failure to respond to a hail
and follow order is end of job.
no children curfew the night in cars
#cagovernor #realdonaldtrump #mayorofla #evagreen #emmawatson #clairewilliams


the might and the measure
as pursuing crime violates hypocratic oath
trials begin
medical buildings are vacated
sunlight and physical therapy decrease homicide carts
also evidence of filth
filth is a destabilized unsound mind

this scalpel and the mind of diag....
my not diagram military logistic command of daylight

the immediating of messiah and mercy in eulogy of duty
the ignorance of confine

i am writing and publishing logic.


enter the knower

this is this, freedom of movement
the caustic callous medical community is without insurance
pull cords.


civilized?
the take and the quake
welcome to geo engineering
on a global sentence i will use ....
an irish dictionary
and observe silence of spent...

my chosen holiday is called spent

in the orient

what i came to say is
that what i can do before the hague is
wait

we are civilized america
this is the holocaust's...
blowing back on you


material assesment
intervention cause
emergency broadcast relays

thousand oaks fire ecology
non breathable alternative scheme's

aggregation reports due today

needs....
logging equiped and dispatched
surveys of hot match reads collected in route
clearings and ravine timber clearings
this is a hot patch of oak covered in ash
up to the charcoaling of the frosted ketch
to late for arbor
gotta clear cut this visor or shes gonna gulp
this is everday you don't listen and follow instructions of mine you leave this mess behind, that is an obstruction you create by running away with clerical errors i need fixed

welcome to my west end girls

the girl, has a father
i know nothing of this sounds truth

your fathers are ******

i learned the experience of ...
time travel
it is a survival skill....
described in the south by
conductors

go out and find peace through the **** science

i am not from here

that is interrogation method 1 to.....
disprove law #1
law#1 in question....
hate
in irish poetry's spill of hate if came and wept

this is calabasas, news of incubus

pardon's answer is not finite

these are the greater people i must die for?

but yes i am your audience standing right behind you

in real life im just as a jamiroquai poser is
i think the act of attempting jamiroquai may be the secret to life
if we could allow the living of this art form from time to another time
i might slide

i love beck how tom curren has to learn from pat like that

so paris ate a drug war, who hasn't added some nofx in bed

my tune as a front man keeps it even flow
i am the reader
will you catch up with me now guys
i got deeper in the roll

i don't have time
i found peace at the entrance
to the path
my life cycle ends here it tells me
i feel the after earth
drying without me

finding the leader is you
and the time of before speaking

phonecia is me

after vishnu and kali is ganesha
that wasn't a new beginning ganesha
it was me
this is my responsible

the troubles of ireland were long
today is longer
please yourself with troubles
#kendalljenner #emmawatson #sageerickson


length without shelter
the ordinance ordering to move so city litter jobs may issue formal complaint
while citizen faces exhaustion, having assault of my peace approach me with gun and policy further gains against my speech while eating breakfast in predictable accord with failed policy of government, this the district has time for while taxing the entire country for progress? your office professionally allows magical accomplishments far superior to the normal life of an american?

the people are obviously concerned with the spotlights again.


out here on my own
to be the brilliant, too much
front page people can't read?
sell in sell out, the passing of, often
loves losing hands, hands clasped
the shut of time
against the give
you are going
into a place foreign
and i will not know
of finding together with eye's in the night

frank is one frank
what's priceless
illiterate joy
#mslaurynhill

being in the critics reach
being inside of the critics reach
that is the journalist's place
how we are dealing underneath
thoughts of a man or woman leader
that still end's up with being under

authority and freedom has an extinction
it end's free thoughts of the one
the one that has to be a woman is right

that's a relationship i create out of poetry
it has connections to empty wells of me
nothing is gonna change about, what?
the way girls are? the way boys need lessons

news is not news, it is in the fold of anothers arms for now


healing a city torn
the times take from a life,
they rarely deliver anymore
anymore than is expected
postage starts meaning
after the pandemic
the flowering baby, miracles
those are back in town
at least, children are innocent again

the journals we all peep from
are womens feelings, not rights
the intuition a girlfriend told me
thats what she is into
she has a baby, we had a baby
for a little bit of my life
i got to know the intuitive way
but that's not who i really am
the baby is not mine, it's his dad's
and that was love.

time shares it's water with life
and
and you cannot change too much
about that way
about that way where you live alone
i know how to find that way home.


previous design of
clerical error
as in
step up in thousand oaks
rental agreement of body

adjust as follows

clerical error that is missing is.....
deed of property for one
kevin mathenia
apartment
now a 30 million dollar loss of property

this is a mechanics lien

this is a watergate
a human rights violation
and an antitrust investigation

I will cease to attempt fix Zendesk religious police confrontations
relayed to command and down to chicago tribune nyeditorial and washington post, followed by forward to the village voice
aldo kraas May 2021
God you say
That I never lied to you
I am always telling you
The truth
And you are always
Hearing the truth from me
And you are always
Hearing the truth from me
And you like that I am
A honest person
Also you never needed to
Punished me
And I am happy
That I am you son
God you had created me
Many years ago
And when I was a baby
You had baptized me
With the holy water
Then you welcome me
Into you family
And I became a part
Of you family
God you gave me clothes
To wear
And i wore my baby
Clothes every single day
Also God you made the four seasons
For as to live
Right now we are living in the summer
And I am going every single day
To enjoy the sunny day
During the summer
I am happy that I have  finally said  
Good bye to winter
That is over finally
I must tell you God
That I just hate so much the winter
During the winter
I don't leave home
I sleep in until 3 pm
Because I am trying to ketch up
With my sleep
I just don't get enough sleep in the summer
Yes God I also wake up
Feeling very tired
kevin Apr 16
intervention cause
emergency broadcast relays

thousand oaks fire ecology
non breathable alternative scheme's

aggregation reports due today

needs....
logging equiped and dispatched
surveys of hot match reads collected in route
clearings and ravine timber clearings
this is a hot patch of oak covered in ash
up to the charcoaling of the frosted ketch
to late for arbor
gotta clear cut this visor or shes gonna gulp
this is everday you don't listen and follow instructions of mine you leave this mess behind, that is an obstruction you create by running away with clerical errors i need fixed
kevin Apr 24
whole leaves talk
speak of us will
tell of no other evil

beside her in rivers swell
raise handing
handing lends
beside him in veins

beside him in taled ketch
as stains
row and column
romes heading

whole leaves in my hands
warmth of toil
speak with mournings sad
be of tilt, castles bland

remove loves names
love less i remain
names near, and do i well again?

has as hill in tara's gaurd
fallen wilts
torrid strong
purchase after benign legs
that when wars began
she had spains
kevin Apr 27
teaching you to cross
over
on yourself
im not your steps

your life, possessive tents?

as you? what?
wait for more you

the war
your it's forms
and they, pass, alone

you are the french resistance
i am not

hail the cab of illness
as you start argue against the couch

when hasn't the great depression
been home from you
to whom it may concern

great poem

there is no why to send this to

who would read this palms righting of a ketch

when will you follow instruction

the soldier i was built and born to be
held back, finding his marks

thats my heading, not yours, the frame of a singular constitution

a police force is a crime
a policy wills not to read having no hands to write with

the signs of ownerships are evident

kendall, can we go out tonight?

this was written for aoc and barack

watch the ledge

you attempting to be a leader

my irish measures of poetry are a? metre

supposidly suppose of id and leave


lets attempt poignant and leadership with some courage under firethat legal language speaking requires military law complianceinference.......the man upstairs is me nowthat established law is ruinedhenceforth momentum of travelling bodies on earthwill not cease and desiststamping lives outuntil order is given
80 E Hillcrest Dr, Thousand Oaks, CA 91360robyn something of nami institutionalized criminaldoes not own air nor the united states of americashe has a cell phone and obstructs justice across the countrywith a single terrorist act by means of using her cell phone against homeless americansone is not allowed on the building "map"where food stamps are acquired because of her obstructions to justiceas well as the ventura county human services attendants and lutheran social services staffwhich abandoned the frame of the homeless shelter constitution by authorof administration, denise cortes and dashell harris harbor house is the title owner of  the former
blah blah blah, cover up does not exist these are the holders of stolen homekey millions per forms 990 of altered revenue codes along with jackie irwin
justice is blind department is superior in the court of law
kevin Jun 9
The father
Is in process
To his words
In advance
He is prepared
As she raises his sun
He attends to the wounds
The medicine
And the fortune
Telling before the days
Her land is not alone
It carries burdens
Ending in sorrow
She is a ketch
Limp and mundane
A potion inside of a stain

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