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Nicholas Rew Jul 2012
**** that little *****'d ****** *** lick'n; Skid mark sitt'n
Horror written; Square to circle fitt'n
Kid in frame lifted; Menapose acting
Habit of rabidly crashing into walls of madness;
Precision in his crack-head tactics;
Sky's backdrop to average;
Newspaper wrapped is this devil's package;
He's a mask filled with gas from a bean eating flaccid fascist;
Disrespectful **** sack;
A testament to where God's blessing had left his breath;
And bitten lip was given; Heaven's sin times seven;
Building this living devil hell hole;
Logic of Kelso; Autistic clap of the elbows;
Destined for death row;
Festering hatred, New York to Sacramento;
******'s stencil by broke'n pencil;
Bigger ***** then Elmo;
Range of insanity; With driver in hand, You tee up family;
Frantically filling fantasy of being calamity personified as Anthony
Majority holder in depressions percentage;
Son of a Prada wearing father; Regarded by all as Caustic;
Temper Atomic; Reasoning Neurotic
Monotonic *******
Dor Aug 2018
Who am I?
I think to myself all the time.

I want to be someone.
But how do I figure that out?

I have this dream.
But is that who I really am?

How do I know?
I feel lonely and
Scared.

Life is a clock.
Keeps moving
Never stopping.

One day.
I will be left behind.

While the world moves on.
Slowly, but
Surely.

Steady.
But I am not ready
For the universe

To see me
For who I am.
Who I want to be.

I am frightented
To challenge myself.

Monotonic movements.
Day by day.

Feeling low.
Drunk on daydreams.

When will I feel whole?
When will I be...

ME?
ishaan khandpur Aug 2018
Remember when we chased butterflies,
Ran behind dreams,
Stalked opportunities,
Shadowed hope and trailed desires.

Today, staring at a picture postcard laden desk,
The only thing I chase is the end.
Finality has replaced hope and uncertainty is no longer exciting.

We've grown beyond our age,
And aged beyond our dreams,
We're all but asleep,
With open eyes.

A nightmare as a daydream,
A de-shriveled reality,
A symphony of monotonic cacophony,
Of timelines and deadlines
Where we're all looking for a lifeline.

A throw out to yesterday,
Looked through kaleidoscopic eyes,
Where every tree was green and every sky blue,
Where the future held hope and life held purpose.
WARNER BAXTER Dec 2013
You don’t have to settle
for heavy metal
You don’t have to choose
rhythm and blues
we’ll put a stop
to A.M. pop

(bridge)
We’ve got a scheme for a rock and roll dream

We’re not fanatical
‘bout Beethoven classical
it’s monotonic junk
all that pogo punk
You won’t have to save
trends of new wave

(chorus)
We’ve got a scheme for a rock and roll dream
the drummer will pound that rockin’ sound
and the guitars scream in your rock and roll dream
in your rock and roll dream

You don’t have to settle
for heavy metal
there aint no disco
in San Francisco
this is a rock town
we don’t play Motown

(chorus)
We’ve got a scheme for a rock and roll dream
the drummer will pound that rockin’ sound
and the guitars scream in your rock and roll dream
in your rock and roll dream
in your rock and roll dream
(repeat chorus)
I   SC-R-E-E-E-E-E-E-AM
IN YOUR DREAM
YOUR DREAM
DREAM
DREAM**




written by
Warner Baxter and Take Cover
Take Cover Music
Ventura Ca.
1980

all rights reserved
Anna Lo Dec 2013
enormous elephant in the room
his fat *** blocking the shrooms
i can't see the ******* moon
ahh this is that
finger that tap taps at the scaled skins
on the shapely layered fins
of the crated barreled tins
of my dainty figured limbs

that cross bows into the muscle
that beats a hollow hustle
a rhythmic monotonic tussle

that in which keeps this alive
this thing i call the enigmatic tide
this wussy like mind
this funk-du-funky found
that that idiotic lice that lied

in which I figure is the only thing left to ****
the mind that is not the vicarious blinds
that cover the truth in various skills
to which I cannot shallnot reveal in lines
Frieda P Apr 2014
Steamy ink boiled over
the kettle of opportunistic metaphors
poison'd doses in gray's gangrene slur,
don't attempt to sleep in my mouth
like a w*e in head, the sword in bed
taboo artistes in monotonic ambivalent jaws
clamping down without remorse
chomp'd away at an asunder analogy
****'d in my jeans and expect'd to get fed
spit it out on the polar opposite cafe floor
unicorns dwellings of butter'd blessings
broken bread & barely berry wine of Monet's encores
bite the ear that fed you preaching van Gogh
perhaps they'll listen for insanity to be set free
confining rules taught us naught to stutter
pay your monopoly dues in bleakest sermons
pass the bucket of superiority's conquests
bled of analgesic ego's epic divided faction's fiction
don't forget to wipe your shadow on the way out
Alexis karpouzos Jun 2021
Crossing the far away sky of soul,
In the pilgrimage of light,
on the fine coast of extinction,
we will meet.
There, in whose space,
creation first became existence,
we will turn this monotonic world,
into  a celestial melody of sounds,
In the emptiness spinning
without aims or needs.
Nickols Jul 2016
I feel empty.
A black hole in my center,
taking all of my gravity,
annihilating my heart rate,
captivating it to molecular weight.

I feel hollow.
An irascible clout,
of unimaginable doubt.

Day-in-and-day-out.

I wonder--
Will this ever finish?
This plague of bubonic proportions.
A rage sung in monotonic tones.

I ask--
Have I seen this all before?
A red light, in hindsight,
despite holding on too tight.

Warnings of pure dread,
Heard over head,
The last true mouthpiece
spoken in tongues.

Freedom of assembly,
where there is no law,
of degeneration.
Divination;
or
a lack of.

I say again,
I feel vacant.
A hole in my soul,
where all I am,
comes tumbling out.
Abnormal activity of neural circuits may be the cause.
Imran Raza Sep 2015
At the 50 +
An old lot
coming from the monotonic ringing melody of Graham Bell's

gone the days of childhood , adolescence and to breath sighs !ah the kisses for her lips and eyes to watch as she walked on pedestrian , how often she moves her curvy hips ,

What's ahead !anytime anywhere , even this very  moment clocks could be locked always tightening the noose around , Death that only clips ,we're acting childish in our shells ,

In a trance kept lone , social gaining kilos of fats and accumulating distances  !  Ah though miles we're apart but isolated and in love , dancing  rhythmic on keys and board of Dell's ,

what's to hide how much we seek the harmony we lost in quest unreached as ever asking where the soul dwells ,

All exit reveals in each of thyself opened are the many hells

we are no more child but to act childish whenever in love , only  it tells ,
Trogon The birb Apr 2022
Every time the work shift ends,
I'm looking forward to hear your voice.
You have that cute tone that no one else has,
I can still hear you clearly with all the noise.

Do you get mad with that tone?
I want to hear it and have a go.
Though the words maybe hurtful.
I bet, maybe, I wouldn't know.

Work is a little tiresome sometimes,
but conversations with you takes it away.
I've got plenty of stories to tell,
but I keep on forgetting when I hear you say,

Simple words that seem like a melody,
Is it okay to fall-in-love like this?
I know we've only met just a few times,
but I already have a lot of us to reminisce.

I'm always waiting for that moment,
when I can tell you perfectly how I feel.
I just can't find the right words to say it,
and what if you find it insincere?

I have already pictured several wonderful scenarios,
in my imagination you are already my wife.
Aren't you tired of just completing my day?
why won't you try then, just completing my life?
poetrylover17 Jan 2017
And all the graphs, lines and figures.
All these words,verbs and expressions.

Seem to be...
A mechanic drone, a dry monotonic lecture,
By an uninterested , indifferent teacher.
So i closed my eyes shutting out the world.
Drowning their voices, views & wise words.

And like the knight in shining armor,
The savior, the survivor.
I heard it from within.

Rhythmic, continuous, consistent.
Strong, focused, Resilient.
Beat After Beat.
Never giving up, Nor giving in.

Its been this way from the very beginning.
& seemed to find no reason to give in.

I had the answers to my questions.
I knew it was right, So I closed my eyes...
And **Let My Heart Decide.
Idonotexist May 2014
The boy now tugged the arms of his father and he said "pa

Girls
In class, a space bound
by four walls adorned
with exit door, entertaining
windows, gloomy blackboard,
numerous monotonic charts pasted
lively children lay on benches wasted.

In this stream of gloom and curiosity
little boys and girls fight, Rather
in decent words compete
I sit in that forbidden corner
and look through the eyes
of the girls whom I too
must confess I have fought before

The world through their eyes
has a very bright ambitious glare
the ambition to prove
everyone around them wrong
that they too are equally strong
and silently I smile as it reminds
me ..........
Father suddenly breaks the narration of  the child
" Of  the special one
My love, your ma"
and similar thoughts resonating through both their twinkling eyes and silent smiles caressing their lips they walk past the mimosa arches into the grassy carpet towards their favorite spot the gigantic peepul tree by the boulder.

The child comes out of the mystic trance excitement still raging on and the father still lingers on staring deep into the sky and murmured to himself
"The day I saw you
was nothing special it
seemed then
Clad in a deep orange salwar
with fluttering over expressive eyes
with elegant steps you glided around
Our eyes met for an instant
and cocky rather timid
me looked away
that brief encounter
was all it was it seemed
but there lay another
coincidence written
in the books of destiny."
Unable to get his fathers attention the boy pulls his father's arms vigorously and in desperation
"PAA where are you ? anybody in there? knock knock "
Pulled out from the memory lanes he looks into the child and a hearty laugh blasts out of his lungs and without any reason the innocence of the child too drags him and both blast into uncontrollable bouts of laughter in harmony.
mj Nov 2014
11/2/14

1) i am stuck reading all of this **** about getting better and waking up to a new change but I can’t ******* change when I have etched tally marks into my skin. I can’t change when my eyes are red and puffy from crying all day and night of yesterday and I can’t change when the one thing I want the ******* most is 154 miles away and claiming to not give up on me. Hey baby, I bet she tasted just like me, huh? Because if you even loved me for one ******* minute you wouldn’t have shoved your tongue down her throat and called her “baby” in the same monotonic voice you say to me.

2) i know you loved every second you spent with her, telling your boys about her, posting **** about her, making her feel special, telling the world about her, instead of me, right? I know you. I know you like the back of my ******* hand. You burned me to the ******* ground but I still look at you like you did nothing wrong.

3) i told you not to give up on me, and you said “I know not to”. Like what the **** is that supposed to mean? You know not to give up? Why? Because I’ll break down? Because I won’t be able to trust anyone anymore? That I will get bad again? Because I will never get over you? Because you know the thought of you at night will eat me alive and **** me? Because you know how much I ******* love you, so you feel as though you have the right to leave me? Because she kisses you harder and you like that? Instead of heartfelt fingertips tracing concentric circles on your spinal cord? You know not to give up, so you will continue to let my heart bleed out bursts of “I love you’s” and snippets of poems here and there? Because you want to see me destroy myself, so you don’t take the blame?

4) i can only feel the throbbing pain of the cuts on my left wrist. I can’t feel you anymore. I forgot the taste of your mouth and the touch of your skin but I know I remember it in the back of my mind I just have it find it.

5) i once told you “please don’t be in love with someone else” and you blatantly told me you weren’t in love with anyone but me. This was a week ago. Literally ten ******* minutes ago I asked you if you were still in love with me, like you were before all this **** went down, and you said yes. If you were even the slightest bit in love with me, you wouldn’t have cheated on me. I still want to hear your side of the story.

6) i am in love with you.*


//
{m.j.}
ce-walalang Nov 2020
...to weekday wake-up calls
...to monotonic wardrobe
...to the smell of coffee
...to blank spaces
...to conversing chairs and empty benches
...to long walks
...to midnights
...to back porch poetry and sonnets
...to sunday morning bike rides
...to gloomy days
...to days without plans
...to days with random plans
...to stillness and invisibility
...to taking chances
...to gestures big and small
...to love languages and unintentional kindness
...to the right song at the right time
...to words spoken and unspoken
...and to all i forgot to thank
...thank you.
thank you
Ken Pepiton Mar 2020
For everhow long this is going on,
this March Madness,
this Ides of March B'ware Beta test
based on the Shemitic glyph for house,

But, I read, some where, the A is a bull, maybe with a broken neck,
like, once upon a time
A looked like
a bull and not like house in the hills
home-base kinda feeling
in word, like Aces!
one hand claps another's,

we made it.

But beta,
home formed from
the spoken Shemetic phoneme for dwelling place
Beth, Bethel of divine upload download demo fame, as house of El,

The symbol ranked by sequence second
where the trickster bro in the great test story
wrestled with El,
and witnessed messengers of the same
going up and down with word from some going to and fro

What if that is where the idea of beta testing began?

What if?
Did you ever wish you had a real Brita water filter?
Beta tested your pattern ecog.
gotcha.

 It is spelled βήτα in modern monotonic orthography and pronounced [ˈvita].
Testing
testing testing pro
fessing fessing fessing. Which makes more sense?
Changing filters
Johnny Noiπ Mar 2019
Not without sorrow upon all the evil
which is of love is the good, that ye
may know, and believe, because
it is a strong sense of the prize of victory,
among the gods is a fool makes the
sum total of his would poison the tribute,
he was outside of the consul,
the error of the tempest delivers me out
of the night; you want to do something
too, and was drunken a bath of the whole
to feel the adrenaline of the most addictive
feelings of ruling, And of course it was full
of euphoria that had a small piece of sanctuary
and memory, and praise and he will be
in heaven's thunder, and the rough, listen;
accordance with the needs of the child to run,
and came down from the And so the victims
for the same thing; that with purpose
of the devices that support for supporting
human life do not need to until she is
of the child; but the lips of the Illurium
from the heart; and he chose some
of the pain, f are the serving were present,
pure energy, a friend and compelled them
to cut players from Minos destroy the person's
reckless fear that maniacal destruction
receives enough for health anxious
for the case to come out of the light,
sweet fight the new contract information
and happiness another country under all
circumstances, but because of the darkness,
is simple crazy good feeling became
attacks and women, and calls to the yoke
in the deep, and the ingestion of high
to burn up the voice, the sound at the same
time be examined qquuaakkee
on the Bluetooth and why has this happened
in the book of by the breath of a lot
of the day, the survival of the order
of to survive of the Doctor's death,
upon them Bonds in the field of bowed
together, neither foul they have been found,
but a witness it is one that was also hard
pressed by the harmful to the lot of a young
man of the wind, the suffering and the loss
of passion in order to act the judge
of all, and all things are natural of the gate,
at 7 Recon through the narrow defilement
of the territories is by the movement of the origin
of the home of the disease, which is essential
to have knowledge of soccer all the means
at the police station, so that there is unacquainted
with them, as it seems to excel in the example,
from the experience, but warned us that it is from
the hot iron, that they do not say to me, counsel
of the necessity of a certain nature, in all things,
the petition in its you know the evil of the knowledge
of the sound to wake up to attack the veins
of the quite a never lost a war nor shall the giant
EWE of the world, the prince of the fathers':
the moths are a flame of the violence
of the cause for which we think it right
of him that sat asymmetrically to get rid
of the movement to spy on strong Dracula
in earnest and keen struggle the object
of the coverage of DNA susceptible
to the same to stay the rain compassion
h the wilderness, finely chopped of desertion,
and she became his chest's large eyes
the pill between the China to breathe the air,
and his inwards, Paralyzer heart disease,
and the man whom he had expressly designed
it is the breadth of the entry of the cohort
did not turn away its punishment, such as
muscle, but of the thing, the divinity of it
came to pass they might provoke me to drive
the burden and the fear of the play,
they are tired of being worse off and the deep
la with losses resource fingers fixing
the full monotonic ******* confidential
leader guilty to cure a lot of talk about cooperation
MS intuition to furnish the spirits of the roots
of hatred interrogative INRI greater surface
expect ray medical only compelled to live
a stressful security and evil, love remains
mixed construction of this book awaken
students the opportunity Lilith awards through
notes written songs piled up like a woman
believed revive doubts's pretend high-gun
fall weapon, brute animals bring to the victim,
in the curse playing whirl massage remembered
woke awaken be the noise and the incredible
action tremor lies agtgtgtazz by confusion
of substance victory of the arms at the feet
of the forgiveness of sin, will bear the blame
in the blame for the sake of health
in the family carriage, and winery
on the protection of the herd, not that I may
know what to do, he did not do that we must
live, that I gouge out about a lot and fled
into the clouds to the extra oomph spiiiiin
and in a few places and excel. But he liked
to keep the bright joy to hear him. GARDEN
PhD U-osophia document tries to philosophers
or the most precious gift of God,
and the 16th-century alchemical treatise.
It was published in 1550 as part of 2 Alchymie
of a small number of ancient philosophers
in Frankfurt. Or is the title of the beads
of prayer by the fact that of the Roman
Catholics is the border by means of the rosary,
the guilty is devious; The reality
of the "rose garden", an anthology
of metaphors or gathering of the wise.
Print 1550 also includes a series of 20
woodcuts with German-language
protection, plus a title page showing
a flock of philosophers philosophers'
stone production problem

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