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"killers" poems
Leg off the table you red face recruit! put on the offensive and break down the bolted door! you are the soul saver the peddle maker the calibrator with colored handbills and front line rhetoric join the masquerade in ivy league style! politicking with cunning guile invisalign smile blackened vile bleeding the funnel with gold plate omega and crocodile shoes get on stage and dance you fool! you are the headline maker the pantomime juggler the compromised closer pull out that 5 page review (bullet points only please) and polish those weathered lines! did you give it your all? the door tags and pleasantries the tidings and clippings the irrevocable claims and postured blames all those impressionable basics put to the test? you know the call (straight from those cold academics) the pie chart gurus and contract killers (complete with bone in finger) whipping their frenzied crew in an all night charade old yellar and the gatekeeper sure seem amused (sharpening their inquest behind closed doors) firing up the shiit storm with those hostile priicks and a slew of insatiable cures there’s laughter from the back room the dripping nose and wavering hand the cut white lines and checkpoint tales the pipeline romance and lacking form (of a basic essential character!) soundboard and narratives for logging time slouching on the steel case over moot points ready to play the 3 weight butter card (if need be) might I remind you it’s only an inquiry (with a slight hint of concern!) surely no malfeasance or deception intended so step back from the melt down and cut to the chase! headlines to breadlines penthouse to outhouse those immoral pursuits have taken their toll (haven’t they?) madman or rogue (you take your pick) for the scores and tabulations are final shame on you for the foul play the bold hypocrisy and order desk games the back stabbing blames and spurious names just sign on the dotted line ~ this banter is killing me
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Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 1:12 PM UTC
The Recruit
Leg off the table you red face recruit! put on the offensive and break down the bolted door! you are the soul saver the peddle maker the calibrator with colored handbills and front line rhetoric join the masquerade in ivy league style! politicking with cunning guile invisalign smile blackened vile bleeding the funnel with gold plate omega and crocodile shoes get on stage and dance you fool! you are the headline maker the pantomime juggler the compromised closer pull out that 5 page review (bullet points only please) and polish those weathered lines! did you give it your all? the door tags and pleasantries the tidings and clippings the irrevocable claims and postured blames all those impressionable basics put to the test? you know the call (straight from those cold academics) the pie chart gurus and contract killers (complete with bone in finger) whipping their frenzied crew in an all night charade old yellar and the gatekeeper sure seem amused (sharpening their inquest behind closed doors) firing up the shiit storm with those hostile priicks and a slew of insatiable cures there’s laughter from the back room the dripping nose and wavering hand the cut white lines and checkpoint tales the pipeline romance and lacking form (of a basic essential character!) soundboard and narratives for logging time slouching on the steel case over moot points ready to play the 3 weight butter card (if need be) might I remind you it’s only an inquiry (with a slight hint of concern!) surely no malfeasance or deception intended so step back from the melt down and cut to the chase! headlines to breadlines penthouse to outhouse those immoral pursuits have taken their toll (haven’t they?) madman or rogue (you take your pick) for the scores and tabulations are final shame on you for the foul play the bold hypocrisy and order desk games the back stabbing blames and spurious names just sign on the dotted line ~ this banter is killing me
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Build me a slow boat to Timbuktu via China Heave down a fleecy cloud and let me float to Nirvana Hunt me a unicorn and let me ride to the Enchanted Forest Find me a giant eagle and let it lift me to Outer Mongolia East 'please don't leave me here amongst demons with human faces' Show me a Church and I'll show you a hall full of Sinners Point out a wife and I'll reveal a liar and a fake and none dimer Call a Doctor and its a Monster who betrayed the Hippocratics That Government Boss is a cruel heinous snake without ethics 'please don't leave me here amongst demons with human faces' See that Preacher and see a spineless hypocrite back-stabber That lover was nothing but a sick deranged false **** twister My dear acquaintance a heartless corrupted shyster unhinged A Newsagent full of pitiless, gloomy, vile, psychotic joy-suckers 'please don't leave me here amongst demons with human faces' That friend of years a bloodsucking Judas who betrayed and stole Uncles who rained terror with sadistic pleasures in parts unwhole Show me nieces and find two-faced ******* with poisons in veins Neighborhoods full of silent killers and Rapists of truthful genes 'please don't me leave here amongst demons with human faces' A vicars' daughter wielding angst axes better than a viking The pathetic Moors zombies tearing flesh on masters beholding The dead-eyed Arabs salivating madly or at daggers drawn Contemptible Men-kids with pin ****** used as King's pawns 'please don't leave me here amongst demons with human faces' Build me a cottage in rolling green fields with blue skies Find me a fair maiden with a true heart and warming smiles Show me a place that holds fairness and justice real and dear A world with humanity we're all sisters and brothers for care 'please don't leave me here amongst demons with human faces' [email protected] August2018
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 11:44 PM UTC
Please Don't Leave Me Here.........
Build me a slow boat to Timbuktu via China Heave down a fleecy cloud and let me float to Nirvana Hunt me a unicorn and let me ride to the Enchanted Forest Find me a giant eagle and let it lift me to Outer Mongolia East 'please don't leave me here amongst demons with human faces' Show me a Church and I'll show you a hall full of Sinners Point out a wife and I'll reveal a liar and a fake and none dimer Call a Doctor and its a Monster who betrayed the Hippocratics That Government Boss is a cruel heinous snake without ethics 'please don't leave me here amongst demons with human faces' See that Preacher and see a spineless hypocrite back-stabber That lover was nothing but a sick deranged false **** twister My dear acquaintance a heartless corrupted shyster unhinged A Newsagent full of pitiless, gloomy, vile, psychotic joy-suckers 'please don't leave me here amongst demons with human faces' That friend of years a bloodsucking Judas who betrayed and stole Uncles who rained terror with sadistic pleasures in parts unwhole Show me nieces and find two-faced ******* with poisons in veins Neighborhoods full of silent killers and Rapists of truthful genes 'please don't me leave here amongst demons with human faces' A vicars' daughter wielding angst axes better than a viking The pathetic Moors zombies tearing flesh on masters beholding The dead-eyed Arabs salivating madly or at daggers drawn Contemptible Men-kids with pin ****** used as King's pawns 'please don't leave me here amongst demons with human faces' Build me a cottage in rolling green fields with blue skies Find me a fair maiden with a true heart and warming smiles Show me a place that holds fairness and justice real and dear A world with humanity we're all sisters and brothers for care 'please don't leave me here amongst demons with human faces' [email protected] August2018
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Once upon a time, a woman was picking up firewood. She came upon a poisonous snake frozen in the snow. She took the snake home and nursed it back to health. One day the snake bit her on the cheek. As she lay dying, she asked the snake, "Why have you done this to me?" And the snake answered, "Look, ***** you knew I was a snake."
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May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 2:40 PM UTC
The Woman and the Viper (A fable by Aesop, via "Natural Born Killers")
Red is the pain that bleeds Red is the hatred that feeds Red is the love that rots Red is all evil thoughts Red is desire for power Red is the devils hour Red is a killers knife Red is a burning life Red is the destructive side Red is all those wicked sins inside
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Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
Red
The thuds in my chest stopped being my heart a long time ago- my feelings ceased, and maybe me, the initial person I was, is knocking on my ribs begging for freedom. Throughout all the voices in my head, his is the lowest, getting tangled in with all the killers that took him, torturing him until he's nothing but a headstone. You don't see it, but I do, how I open my mouth to speak, and he's accepted I just won't accent my words the way he used to. My disappointment tore up your eyes, as you saw the person I was formed by a web of lies I loved to string up, and tried to pretend I wasn't struggling to get out-
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May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 11:33 AM UTC
Disappointment
**** the voices on TV that scare us into depression **** the killers ravaging the innocent and the gentle **** the institutions placing us into corners **** the religions trying to sterilize our minds **** the powerful that feed on greed and power **** the lazy that leech off the hardworking **** the women who use men for *** **** the men who use women for *** **** the people that don't believe that you are strong **** the weakness in you that you know you can defeat **** the false prophets of false beliefs **** those who do not respect **** those who do not love **** the apathetic **** the lazy **** the rich **** the poor **** the dead **** the alive **** the miserable **** the happy **** those who say that life is not finite **** those who say that life is not beautiful **** everyone **** yourself **** death **** all that does not make you a better person **** all that does not help bring happiness to others **** all that does not make you smile **** all that does not make you weep **** all that does not make you feel alive
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Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC
****
Terrorism, **** Car bomb, ********** She feels vulnerable, No love to keep her warm 9/11, kidnap, Human trafficking... She’s been forgotten, Left alone in the dark Serial killers, H1N1, Child molesters, *** She shudders with the cold, And Port Au Prince is flattened Hijack, ****** Drive-by shootings... She feels groggy, Influenza sets in Weapons of mass destruction, Cuban nuclear tests... There starts a tingle in her nose, Her eyes pinch shut Genocide, organs on the black market, Xenophobia, suicide bombers... With a bellow from her bowels, From flaming ice the cumulus anvil that infects the world
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May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 5:04 AM UTC
The day the earth sneezed
♦   ♦   ♦ She was an earnest devotée. Her ideals, birthed in Chardonnay were globally diverse (read: white). A liberal bark preceded bite. Her crystal clearer than her vision; she provoked bemused derision as she breathed intolerance toward all who would not dance her dance. She swooned for distant pagan tribes, attuned to their exotic vibes – rapt in multi-culti piety strangely deaf to her own society, judged by her as abomination; unredeemed. The background station always stuck on N.P.R. (the soundtrack of her culture war, Pacifica News and Democracy Nows, and other progressive holy cows) Her motherland a shameful mystery: guilty first, and void of history – its origins defiled, corrupted… while she enjoyed uninterrupted freedom to pursue her whims: misguided one-world global hymns. The sisterhood of hu(man) kind was foremost in her earnest mind – even should that same sisterhood be sealed by her well-meaning blood. Out on a date with global death she hoped to unify the earth in solidarity with causes led by killers, warlord bosses, thugs she never knew existed who, if she’d met she’d have resisted. Her theory landed far from her praxis spun, by default, on an evil axis. Hot with zeal she fumed and stormed quite certain she was well-informed, at benefits, non-profit functions rallies, boycotts, left-wing luncheons; warm with righteous spite for Israel, aiding and abetting Ishmael with fellow-travelers, like-minded similarly hateful, blinded, rattling sabers, scimitars, axes… (lunacy never wanes, but waxes hotter with the passing years as activists confront their fears). She finally shilled for the Intifada (stopping short of reciting Shahada), reaching out to the terrorist with righteous raised progressive fist… offering thus her neck to blade: collateral to be repaid by murderers who couldn’t care less about her open-mindedness.
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Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 9:57 PM UTC
Suicide by Diversity
♦   ♦   ♦ She was an earnest devotée. Her ideals, birthed in Chardonnay were globally diverse (read: white). A liberal bark preceded bite. Her crystal clearer than her vision; she provoked bemused derision as she breathed intolerance toward all who would not dance her dance. She swooned for distant pagan tribes, attuned to their exotic vibes – rapt in multi-culti piety strangely deaf to her own society, judged by her as abomination; unredeemed. The background station always stuck on N.P.R. (the soundtrack of her culture war, Pacifica News and Democracy Nows, and other progressive holy cows) Her motherland a shameful mystery: guilty first, and void of history – its origins defiled, corrupted… while she enjoyed uninterrupted freedom to pursue her whims: misguided one-world global hymns. The sisterhood of hu(man) kind was foremost in her earnest mind – even should that same sisterhood be sealed by her well-meaning blood. Out on a date with global death she hoped to unify the earth in solidarity with causes led by killers, warlord bosses, thugs she never knew existed who, if she’d met she’d have resisted. Her theory landed far from her praxis spun, by default, on an evil axis. Hot with zeal she fumed and stormed quite certain she was well-informed, at benefits, non-profit functions rallies, boycotts, left-wing luncheons; warm with righteous spite for Israel, aiding and abetting Ishmael with fellow-travelers, like-minded similarly hateful, blinded, rattling sabers, scimitars, axes… (lunacy never wanes, but waxes hotter with the passing years as activists confront their fears). She finally shilled for the Intifada (stopping short of reciting Shahada), reaching out to the terrorist with righteous raised progressive fist… offering thus her neck to blade: collateral to be repaid by murderers who couldn’t care less about her open-mindedness.
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They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains the hottest blood of all, and the wildest, the most urgent. All the whales in the wider deeps, hot are they, as they urge on and on, and dive beneath the icebergs. The right whales, the sperm-whales, the hammer-heads, the killers there they blow, there they blow, hot wild white breath out of the sea! And they rock, and they rock, through the sensual ageless ages on the depths of the seven seas, and through the salt they reel with drunk delight and in the tropics tremble they with love and roll with massive, strong desire, like gods. Then the great bull lies up against his bride in the blue deep bed of the sea, as mountain pressing on mountain, in the zest of life: and out of the inward roaring of the inner red ocean of whale-blood the long tip reaches strong, intense, like the maelstrom-tip, and comes to rest in the clasp and the soft, wild clutch of a she-whale's fathomless body. And over the bridge of the whale's strong phallus, linking the wonder of whales the burning archangels under the sea keep passing, back and forth, keep passing, archangels of bliss from him to her, from her to him, great Cherubim that wait on whales in mid-ocean, suspended in the waves of the sea great heaven of whales in the waters, old hierarchies. And enormous mother whales lie dreaming suckling their whale- tender young and dreaming with strange whale eyes wide open in the waters of the beginning and the end. And bull-whales gather their women and whale-calves in a ring when danger threatens, on the surface of the ceaseless flood and range themselves like great fierce Seraphim facing the threat encircling their huddled monsters of love. And all this happens in the sea, in the salt where God is also love, but without words: and Aphrodite is the wife of whales most happy, happy she! and Venus among the fishes skips and is a she-dolphin she is the gay, delighted porpoise sporting with love and the sea she is the female tunny-fish, round and happy among the males and dense with happy blood, dark rainbow bliss in the sea.
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Whales Weep Not!
They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains the hottest blood of all, and the wildest, the most urgent. All the whales in the wider deeps, hot are they, as they urge on and on, and dive beneath the icebergs. The right whales, the sperm-whales, the hammer-heads, the killers there they blow, there they blow, hot wild white breath out of the sea! And they rock, and they rock, through the sensual ageless ages on the depths of the seven seas, and through the salt they reel with drunk delight and in the tropics tremble they with love and roll with massive, strong desire, like gods. Then the great bull lies up against his bride in the blue deep bed of the sea, as mountain pressing on mountain, in the zest of life: and out of the inward roaring of the inner red ocean of whale-blood the long tip reaches strong, intense, like the maelstrom-tip, and comes to rest in the clasp and the soft, wild clutch of a she-whale's fathomless body. And over the bridge of the whale's strong phallus, linking the wonder of whales the burning archangels under the sea keep passing, back and forth, keep passing, archangels of bliss from him to her, from her to him, great Cherubim that wait on whales in mid-ocean, suspended in the waves of the sea great heaven of whales in the waters, old hierarchies. And enormous mother whales lie dreaming suckling their whale- tender young and dreaming with strange whale eyes wide open in the waters of the beginning and the end. And bull-whales gather their women and whale-calves in a ring when danger threatens, on the surface of the ceaseless flood and range themselves like great fierce Seraphim facing the threat encircling their huddled monsters of love. And all this happens in the sea, in the salt where God is also love, but without words: and Aphrodite is the wife of whales most happy, happy she! and Venus among the fishes skips and is a she-dolphin she is the gay, delighted porpoise sporting with love and the sea she is the female tunny-fish, round and happy among the males and dense with happy blood, dark rainbow bliss in the sea.
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UMMMMMMMMM SAVE US FROM THESE ONLINE KILLERS UMMMMMMMMM THEY ARE JUST TRYING TO ENJOY THE FUTURE OF TECHNOLOGY UMMMMMMMMM PLEASE SAVE OUR YOUNG, UMMMMMMM THEY ARE TREATED LIKE TOYS UMMMMMMMMM STOP THESE INTERNET PREDATORS, UMMMMMM FROM GETTING THEIR WAY WITH VICTIMS UMMMMMMMMM THE COMPUTER ISN’T A TOY, IT CAN BE DANGEROUS, DON’T LET MY OLD ME, IN ANY OF YOU I DON’T WANT PEOPLE GETTING ME WRONG UMMMMMMMMM I WANT ANY SIDE OF KIDNAPPER OUT OF ME UMMMMMMMMM PLEASE COUNCIL BRETT’S FAMILY UMMMMMMMMMM PLEASE COUNCIL BRETT’S FAMILY UMMMMMMMMM THESE INTERNET PREDATORS MUST BE STOPPED, UMMMMMMMM BURT IT’S HARD TO STOP THEM UMMMMMMMMM YOUTUBE IS FUN AND UMMMMMMMMM DONE IN THE RIGHT WAY, FACEBOOK IS FUN UMMMMMMMMM YOUNG DUDES, BE CAREFUL, UMMMMMMM YOUNG DUDES BE CAREFUL UMMMMMMMMM DON’T MAKE STRANGE FRIENDS, UMMMMMMM CHOOSE YOUR MATES CAREFULLY UMMMMMMMMMM CAUSE, THIS IS A HORRIBLE EVENT UMMMMMMM HELP GIVE EVERYONE PROPER COMPUTER CLASSES UMMMMMMMMMM ON HOW TO HAVE FUN ON COMPUTER UMMMMMMM MY DAD WHO DIED AND BORN AGAIN AS ELIZABETH ANN CAMPBELL UMMMMMMMMMM ALWAYS TRIED TO UNDERSTAND TECHNOLOGY UMMMMMM DON’T LET INNOCENT BOYS BE CAPTURED BY COMPUTER GEEKS UMMMMMMMMMM NO COMPUTERS ARE FUN, SOCIAL MEDIA IS FUN UMMMMMM BUT PREDATORS ARE DANGEROUS UMMMMMMMMMM DON’T LET WHAT HAPPENED TO BRETT, HAPPEN TO YOU, UMMMMMMMM TECHNOLOGY IS FUN, UMMMMMMM TECHNOLOGY IS FUN UMMMMMMMMM BUDDHA ATHENA AND CROBUS, WHO IS ME, TO STOP ONLINE PREDATORS, GET THE HANDS ON OUR YOUNG UMMMMMMMMM EVEN IF THEY ARE YOUNG THEMSELVES, UMMMMMMMMMM YEAH, BRING US PEACE FROM STUPID PREDATORS UMMMMMMMMMM I AIN’T COOL TO **** UMMMMMMMMMM LIKE THE MAN DOING BURNOUTS IN THE CARPARK UMMMMMMM IT MIGHT LOOK FUN UMMMMMMMMMM BUT IT COULD’VE KILLED THAT LADY, UMMMMMMMMMM IS IT REALLY WORTH IT, UMMMMMMMM IS IT REALLY WORTH IT UMMMMMMMMMMM IS IT REALLY WORTH IT, TO **** FOR TECHNOLOGY, UMMMMMMMMM IT DOESN’T IMPROVE THE WORLD UMMMMMMMM TO SEE ONLINE PREDATORS, GET THEIR WAY, UMMMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMMMM
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
IT MIGHT SEEM FUN, BUT IN HINDSIGHT CAN BE FATAL, I FEEL LIKE A COMPUTER HOOLIGAN, FOR MY OLD STRANGE BEHAVIOUR, I KILLED HIM IN ME, HOW ABOUT OTHERS CHANGE
UMMMMMMMMM SAVE US FROM THESE ONLINE KILLERS UMMMMMMMMM THEY ARE JUST TRYING TO ENJOY THE FUTURE OF TECHNOLOGY UMMMMMMMMM PLEASE SAVE OUR YOUNG, UMMMMMMM THEY ARE TREATED LIKE TOYS UMMMMMMMMM STOP THESE INTERNET PREDATORS, UMMMMMM FROM GETTING THEIR WAY WITH VICTIMS UMMMMMMMMM THE COMPUTER ISN’T A TOY, IT CAN BE DANGEROUS, DON’T LET MY OLD ME, IN ANY OF YOU I DON’T WANT PEOPLE GETTING ME WRONG UMMMMMMMMM I WANT ANY SIDE OF KIDNAPPER OUT OF ME UMMMMMMMMM PLEASE COUNCIL BRETT’S FAMILY UMMMMMMMMMM PLEASE COUNCIL BRETT’S FAMILY UMMMMMMMMM THESE INTERNET PREDATORS MUST BE STOPPED, UMMMMMMMM BURT IT’S HARD TO STOP THEM UMMMMMMMMM YOUTUBE IS FUN AND UMMMMMMMMM DONE IN THE RIGHT WAY, FACEBOOK IS FUN UMMMMMMMMM YOUNG DUDES, BE CAREFUL, UMMMMMMM YOUNG DUDES BE CAREFUL UMMMMMMMMM DON’T MAKE STRANGE FRIENDS, UMMMMMMM CHOOSE YOUR MATES CAREFULLY UMMMMMMMMMM CAUSE, THIS IS A HORRIBLE EVENT UMMMMMMM HELP GIVE EVERYONE PROPER COMPUTER CLASSES UMMMMMMMMMM ON HOW TO HAVE FUN ON COMPUTER UMMMMMMM MY DAD WHO DIED AND BORN AGAIN AS ELIZABETH ANN CAMPBELL UMMMMMMMMMM ALWAYS TRIED TO UNDERSTAND TECHNOLOGY UMMMMMM DON’T LET INNOCENT BOYS BE CAPTURED BY COMPUTER GEEKS UMMMMMMMMMM NO COMPUTERS ARE FUN, SOCIAL MEDIA IS FUN UMMMMMM BUT PREDATORS ARE DANGEROUS UMMMMMMMMMM DON’T LET WHAT HAPPENED TO BRETT, HAPPEN TO YOU, UMMMMMMMM TECHNOLOGY IS FUN, UMMMMMMM TECHNOLOGY IS FUN UMMMMMMMMM BUDDHA ATHENA AND CROBUS, WHO IS ME, TO STOP ONLINE PREDATORS, GET THE HANDS ON OUR YOUNG UMMMMMMMMM EVEN IF THEY ARE YOUNG THEMSELVES, UMMMMMMMMMM YEAH, BRING US PEACE FROM STUPID PREDATORS UMMMMMMMMMM I AIN’T COOL TO **** UMMMMMMMMMM LIKE THE MAN DOING BURNOUTS IN THE CARPARK UMMMMMMM IT MIGHT LOOK FUN UMMMMMMMMMM BUT IT COULD’VE KILLED THAT LADY, UMMMMMMMMMM IS IT REALLY WORTH IT, UMMMMMMMM IS IT REALLY WORTH IT UMMMMMMMMMMM IS IT REALLY WORTH IT, TO **** FOR TECHNOLOGY, UMMMMMMMMM IT DOESN’T IMPROVE THE WORLD UMMMMMMMM TO SEE ONLINE PREDATORS, GET THEIR WAY, UMMMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMMMM
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The Viet Nam era was a witches brew.Mission creep in Saigon The evening news brought the ****** trips stumbling into my TV dinner, kicking over my Tang. Bouncing Betty went bang Beans and ***** out the can. Guys in my age bracket knew it was safe cause 18 was the magic Number. RESPECT Simon and Garfunkel ,The godfather of soul. What we. Had Here. Was. Failure to Communicate. We were reaching for the stars with one hand and squeezing of rounds with the other. Bobby was in the crossfire Martin would retire, I remember. Guys slinking back home with broken minds Baby killers all. No love ,No jobs. COMBAT FATIGUE. PTSD Came later. Got a monster habit, Nose running of like a racetrack rabbit. Oh yeah Asian Strain Gonorrhea. Penicillin Penishmillin. WTF Hendricks.
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Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 3:25 AM UTC
The Nam # 2.5
They came in like a gun blazing Death and rage in their eyes , gazing They aimed to **** , **** them all They don't mind , school or mall Ending lives, satisfy their deathly hungers Idolising their holy religious plungers We name them terrorist , ****** killers They spill blood just for the thrillers Success is counted with the lives they **** Human blood not unlike their own, they spill Destroying families , the world they stitch Life is Life and Karma's a *****
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Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 11:35 PM UTC
Life is Life
multimedia macramé sloshing propaganda sewage on the unsuspecting public ***** lice infest ****** hill folk west Virginia outbreak threatening the world as we know it flesh altering nonsense explicitly graphed charting movement of microbes on air, land, and/ or sea global currents the new deliverer of death – infected immigrants sit smiling internment camps providing nutrition never before experienced as non-natives negotiate freedom by submitting to vaccinations baths and the standard delousing powder – paranoid hand-sanitizer users glued to the **** tube spray their shoes with disinfectant praying to an absent GOD for health while shoveling GMO corn chips into ever widening mouth holes pharmaceutical companies lick lifeless lips as Congress recognizes their humanity while rejecting the concerns of the poor …..no money in it – outlandish claims of outbreaking Ebola flood the mainstream outlets fear: version – infinity one more plague plan to stimulate new legislation more law no touching even looking at the infirm can be cause for isolation radiation treatments courtesy of Fukushima, reactors 1-4 – new found focus on fracturing the shale releasing new oil reserves and old bacteria dinosaur killers free-radicals radically changing the genetic code humanity altered once again –
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 12:16 PM UTC
Ebola Schmebola
The birds they sang at the break of day Start again I heard them say Don't dwell on what has passed away or what is yet to be. Ah the wars they will be fought again The holy dove She will be caught again bought and sold and bought again the dove is never free. Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That's how the light gets in. We asked for signs the signs were sent: the birth betrayed the marriage spent Yeah the widowhood of every government -- signs for all to see. I can't run no more with that lawless crowd while the killers in high places say their prayers out loud. But they've summoned, they've summoned up a thundercloud and they're going to hear from me. Ring the bells that still can ring ... You can add up the parts but you won't have the sum You can strike up the march, there is no drum Every heart, every heart to love will come but like a refugee. Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That's how the light gets in. Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That's how the light gets in. That's how the light gets in. That's how the light gets in.
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Anthem
Once, far away, Andalusia of time. Was I, this dreamer, this student of crime. Devouring textbooks with a gluttonous glee. Of masters I conversed with, with lives like movies. FBI-profilers, psychopathologists. Faces carved from paleo-lithic stone. The hearts of sailors betrayed by Triton. Their ill-fitting suits an anarchists cry. Oh blessed hearts long since buried in the plots, of victims whose killers would never see man’s courts. Who knew the world and hoped to teach I, this fresh young prey with a predator’s eye. This fresh young prey with a predator’s eye. Sat I with the masters, in those secret little rooms where the dead are shuffled to have chosen for them a grave. And it’s never more real than when the beast sits still. In the agonising ordinary glow of the halogen buzz that shines on guilty and innocent alike. To reduce us all to such pathetic things. That if not for the debt, this creature’s crimes one could pity being on such obscene display. If it were not known to me, in great detail the river of misery and depravity he had left in his wake. As a mugshot robs the aura, so too the well lit room. And I understood why it took a much colder mind. As even though I possessed all the faculties which could follow and track and trap the prey; the predator must also **** And being in those secret little rooms I knew I could not see it through. I left it to those stronger than I and leave my mark through other designs.
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Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC
The Criminology Student
You ripped apart my soul, I no longer wish for someone's arms to be wrapped around my body. And just as you always do, you came back, just like that. Not because you miss me, not cause you love me. But because you are a killer, and killers always come back to their crime scene
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
Killer Who?
Such potential space navigating technologically intriguing dreamers thinkers lovers Killers destroyers fighters haters If you see potential then nurture it If you're in space the see it If you create technology then create for good If you are a dreamer then dream big If you're a thinker then think of new If you're a lover then love all If you must **** then **** stereotypes If you must destroy the discrimination If you must fight then fight to be free If you must hate then hate war
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Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
Human
"So the pen is mightier? who'da'thunk'it." He said to the bleeding man tied down to a messed, stained, bed. The bound man figured, even though he just got to an LA plagued by criminals, killers, and copy-cats, that he wasn't getting out of here whole, finally. Holding a pen knife, red-faced and sweating, was his captor. It had been a struggle to awake and realize who stood before him: Quill. The exact killer he'd been looking for. He had heard about him in the Halo Herald, An LA pun, it's not very popular, but he liked the funny section. "Are you just going to stand there?" The bound man says, eagerly, "Hey bud, you're the hanged man, I'll do the talking." "It's about time!" "huh?" "I'd been waiting. heard you'd be at that open mic. Knew you liked the mealy type." "Shuddup or I'll write you off." Quill runs his pen knife over the bound man's right cheek. "Stings a little. Usually, I start with a rufie and emotional damage. But it looks like you want to cut to the chase. I'm a man of a similar mind. spirit. problem." "Nobody's like me dude." The bound man locks eyes with Quill. "What're your trophies? huh? I read you like to drain your victims, cook'em dry. don't you use their blood and powdered remains as ink? Short stories or something?" "Oh, an avid reader?! it's your lucky day: you get to be part of the collection!" The lamp nearby tumbles to the floor as Quill lunges, ready to **** "Wait! Don't you want to know who I am!" "Not really." "I'm a ser-" The sentence is finished by nothing but the sound of blood and air gurgling into places it was never meant to be as Quill's blade passes through flesh. "Pfft, what, you think you're special?" Quill saunters over to the sink. "I'd hate to waste ink. but there'll be more. there's always more. isn't that right, Celine." he says to no one and stands there with a smirk as if listening to her.
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Oct 15, 2022
Oct 15, 2022 at 2:22 AM UTC
Quiller
"So the pen is mightier? who'da'thunk'it." He said to the bleeding man tied down to a messed, stained, bed. The bound man figured, even though he just got to an LA plagued by criminals, killers, and copy-cats, that he wasn't getting out of here whole, finally. Holding a pen knife, red-faced and sweating, was his captor. It had been a struggle to awake and realize who stood before him: Quill. The exact killer he'd been looking for. He had heard about him in the Halo Herald, An LA pun, it's not very popular, but he liked the funny section. "Are you just going to stand there?" The bound man says, eagerly, "Hey bud, you're the hanged man, I'll do the talking." "It's about time!" "huh?" "I'd been waiting. heard you'd be at that open mic. Knew you liked the mealy type." "Shuddup or I'll write you off." Quill runs his pen knife over the bound man's right cheek. "Stings a little. Usually, I start with a rufie and emotional damage. But it looks like you want to cut to the chase. I'm a man of a similar mind. spirit. problem." "Nobody's like me dude." The bound man locks eyes with Quill. "What're your trophies? huh? I read you like to drain your victims, cook'em dry. don't you use their blood and powdered remains as ink? Short stories or something?" "Oh, an avid reader?! it's your lucky day: you get to be part of the collection!" The lamp nearby tumbles to the floor as Quill lunges, ready to **** "Wait! Don't you want to know who I am!" "Not really." "I'm a ser-" The sentence is finished by nothing but the sound of blood and air gurgling into places it was never meant to be as Quill's blade passes through flesh. "Pfft, what, you think you're special?" Quill saunters over to the sink. "I'd hate to waste ink. but there'll be more. there's always more. isn't that right, Celine." he says to no one and stands there with a smirk as if listening to her.
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Made, Made, Made, We are made into what we are. We are made Into monsters, Into dreamers;           Believers. We make ourselves; Make each other. We make our kingdoms and our own personal Hells. We are the queens of our realms           And the kings and princes We are the villains The rabble-rousers The Revolutionaries. We are the killers         Of our enemies         Of our own         Of the land. We are made into what we are And oftentimes, It is not our fault.
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Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 1:17 PM UTC
We Were Made Into Monsters
He was driving down ******* Boulevard He had killers in the car He drove with a blank stare as the killers put their clips in their pistols His soul was the color red stained with blood from all the murders he had ordered and committed The car came to a stop He pointed at a white house Written by Keith Edward Baucum
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Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 6:52 AM UTC
Untitled
sometimes i get suicide bombers, rapists, killers, robbers and thieves because their motives are visible through their actions. but i never once in my life bothered understanding businessmen, pastors, priests, muslims, religions, politicians, and people whose motives in life remain hidden until caught red handed, and also those people who choose not to see the world naked for what it is. maybe the UP activists are right and that i shouldn't think of them as brainwashed kids or just paid heads to do what they do but their actions, my thoughts and this poem doesn't change anything. i bet 100% of you who are reading this would either think i'm deranged or seeking for attention. i could go on and on writing this **** and explain thoroughly but the people's brain are now wired to ex b's hit single and yes, mentioning that made this a little bit funny but no. as a ******* filipino who should be typing this in tagalog, working overseas, i've seen some fellow countrymen showed some pride against their oppressors from work but they don't get anywhere but jail. i must've forgot, the movie about manalo trampled the one about heneral luna. see how helpless we are in reality? what's your photo that comes with a bible verse got to do with others? are you spreading the word of God? what does it do to you? Sometimes I get The New People's Army. But I don't get Muslims who runs businesses and the Chinese too. Sometimes I wish I could spread fake news that doesn't harm others and last but not the least, I hope someday the world would stop not and smoke Marijuana all at the same time including North Korea. I couldn't stop. I also hope that these people, those who has a lot of followers use the attention properly but no, people are so ******* dumb and Salinger is right with Holden's, "People never notice anything" and nothing's too big if people will stop creating bigger things that'll only add up to the congestion clogging up the world. and Allen Ginsberg is right, we are breaking our ******* backs just to lift ******* Moloch. **** your Mosques, your INC branches, your corporations, your religions, your borders and divisions, your trends that kills the minds of the youth. **** your laws, about making Marijuana illegal. **** your disguise and your intelligence. I almost believe world cleansing is the answerbbecause the ant colonies are so much better ruling the world. I don't know anymore, my smartphone's ****** and I am not smarter. . .
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Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 10:06 PM UTC
My fellow Filipinos, my phone's ****** and the frustration in me wrote this.
sometimes i get suicide bombers, rapists, killers, robbers and thieves because their motives are visible through their actions. but i never once in my life bothered understanding businessmen, pastors, priests, muslims, religions, politicians, and people whose motives in life remain hidden until caught red handed, and also those people who choose not to see the world naked for what it is. maybe the UP activists are right and that i shouldn't think of them as brainwashed kids or just paid heads to do what they do but their actions, my thoughts and this poem doesn't change anything. i bet 100% of you who are reading this would either think i'm deranged or seeking for attention. i could go on and on writing this **** and explain thoroughly but the people's brain are now wired to ex b's hit single and yes, mentioning that made this a little bit funny but no. as a ******* filipino who should be typing this in tagalog, working overseas, i've seen some fellow countrymen showed some pride against their oppressors from work but they don't get anywhere but jail. i must've forgot, the movie about manalo trampled the one about heneral luna. see how helpless we are in reality? what's your photo that comes with a bible verse got to do with others? are you spreading the word of God? what does it do to you? Sometimes I get The New People's Army. But I don't get Muslims who runs businesses and the Chinese too. Sometimes I wish I could spread fake news that doesn't harm others and last but not the least, I hope someday the world would stop not and smoke Marijuana all at the same time including North Korea. I couldn't stop. I also hope that these people, those who has a lot of followers use the attention properly but no, people are so ******* dumb and Salinger is right with Holden's, "People never notice anything" and nothing's too big if people will stop creating bigger things that'll only add up to the congestion clogging up the world. and Allen Ginsberg is right, we are breaking our ******* backs just to lift ******* Moloch. **** your Mosques, your INC branches, your corporations, your religions, your borders and divisions, your trends that kills the minds of the youth. **** your laws, about making Marijuana illegal. **** your disguise and your intelligence. I almost believe world cleansing is the answerbbecause the ant colonies are so much better ruling the world. I don't know anymore, my smartphone's ****** and I am not smarter. . .
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My name is Jonathan. I'm 9 years old. I'll tell you a story that's never been told. I lived in Lebanon, and so did you. Till the year 14 and a thousand times 2. We lived aside, your building next to ours. We were happy, what a bliss! But there are thorns on all the flowers. --------------------------------------- I knew not what happened next, but I felt heat strike my face. Who would believe that the curse we're living, was once upon a time a grace? The explosion happened too fast, but I had time to take a last breath. And when you took yours too, we crawled our way to death. So we left dear life, which wasn't always so dear. But even in heaven, the cries of children, I could hear. And I met you, my dear friend Hussien. But know that Muslims and Christians are both being slain. Just wait till they realize their killers care not for religion or for race, for all was to get shot. They're both targets, and enemies all in one. And our country has become a battle that'll remain unwon. Maybe one day they'll wake up and learn that religion does not give only them the rights to live and the others the rights to rot. Maybe one day they'll learn that we are all but one. So why not hold each other's hands and to the new day welcome the sun? My name is Jonathan. I'm 9 years old. The terrorist, government, and citizens; the responsibility the do hold. They ruined what used to be our heaven and we would no simply obey, even though most of us in this heaven are here to stay. My name is Jonathan. I'm 9 years old. And I **** on people whose country they sold.
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 10:48 AM UTC
My Name is Jonathan
My name is Jonathan. I'm 9 years old. I'll tell you a story that's never been told. I lived in Lebanon, and so did you. Till the year 14 and a thousand times 2. We lived aside, your building next to ours. We were happy, what a bliss! But there are thorns on all the flowers. --------------------------------------- I knew not what happened next, but I felt heat strike my face. Who would believe that the curse we're living, was once upon a time a grace? The explosion happened too fast, but I had time to take a last breath. And when you took yours too, we crawled our way to death. So we left dear life, which wasn't always so dear. But even in heaven, the cries of children, I could hear. And I met you, my dear friend Hussien. But know that Muslims and Christians are both being slain. Just wait till they realize their killers care not for religion or for race, for all was to get shot. They're both targets, and enemies all in one. And our country has become a battle that'll remain unwon. Maybe one day they'll wake up and learn that religion does not give only them the rights to live and the others the rights to rot. Maybe one day they'll learn that we are all but one. So why not hold each other's hands and to the new day welcome the sun? My name is Jonathan. I'm 9 years old. The terrorist, government, and citizens; the responsibility the do hold. They ruined what used to be our heaven and we would no simply obey, even though most of us in this heaven are here to stay. My name is Jonathan. I'm 9 years old. And I **** on people whose country they sold.
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Evil & crime so predictable & stale. Stupid how arrested suspects get bail. Convicted when their victims tell. Prison is where some stay & are jailed. They have to communicate by mail. Sometimes their focus goes in another direction. Where probation happens after correction. Child & spousal abuse, drug use, & rehab that is no use. History repeats Wives & children still get beat. Their isn't always a Superman or Batman to be your hero. With a sword or crossbow. Details of armed robbery , drug dealing & smuggling. Stabbings & muggings. On the inside homosexual love with cuddling. Human trafficking & prostitution. Violating amendments & constitutions. They are how they are from how they were raised. If their victims could speak from the grave Or had they been saved. They could explain & describe how their rapists & killers behaved. Male & females do their time. Years in custody for their crimes. Seriousness of their offenses vary. Some educate, get jobs, or marry. Behind bars is where violence belongs. To be punished for all that they did wrong. Some from death row are now dead. Similar to the wildlife in a zoo behind bars they get fed.
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Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC
Darkness Prevails
I have witnessed this upon the shores the ****** of morals,causes,mores and scores of promises made and broken by trip tied tongues with words yet spoken in the days of heraldry when men could be the killers in society and still be free. I saw it too when dreaming in a tree Peru I think it might have been but every scene was set for me in the quicksand by the sea and I side stepped them each and everyone now it all is gone and faded as the past will do into another image who could believe the tale that men in chain mail suits set sail to set upon the citizens and sit by while the slaughter fallen the fruits of hell with chain and ball on. Hard but even harder still imagining that men still will bang the drum so hungry for another moral ****** score. it's war and that is what we got so take a *** of ale put on the suit of chain link mail and go and meet your season of no reason where the only reason you will find is the unreasoning of the deaf and blind. War.
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Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 9:52 AM UTC
Crusades