"nimrod" poems
.ha ha! of course they'd be the ones asking for money! what did you expect? payment by peanuts?!
digital beggars...
nice term... nice...
very nice...
digital
beggars...
& ***** donors...
whatever
the **** that means...
replica to a d.n.a.
continuum?
seriously?!
go ahead... ******
oi! ****** *** Goliath!
that one song,
garbage's song...
stupid girl...
sing-along ballerina
happy...
aged 18 / 16 and thinking
she's a ********* fest...
last time i heard...
that was the legal age?
no?
Ficklestein was on board?
APPLAUSE!
APPLAUSE!
you want the opposite ratio,
of the *** galore of
the black swan ************
impromptu, introducing the french
into the conundrum?
no?
by now?
i'm so past giving a ****
that, giving a ****
is an act of conspiratorial neglect...
no... **** it...
you're on your own...
now watch my face;
pretending to assume the
****** expression of
being, bothered.
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 9:40 PM UTC
I grew up knowing we are a broken race,
A race that changes smiles to frowns on everyone's face,
A race of pity, a race of self destruction,
A race of slaves, a race of savages.
I grew up knowing that we are the poison to the sea,
Acid to the earth
And pollution to the air.
I grew up embarassed of my colour,
Embarassed of my Nation,
Embarassed of my Continent...
I guess I didn't know better
That one day I will discover of our Greatness.
I discovered that our forefathers walked all four corners of the Earth.
Let me rephrase that...
Our forefathers were acknowledged in all corners of the Earth.
I discovered we were once tutors of the world,
We were once Astronomers of the stars,
Travellers of Mother Earth,
Doctors to the sick
And Founders of great kingdoms like Cambodia, parts of Egypt, America etc...
We were founders of some of the world's oldest civilisations,
The olmec vivilization.
African child, how far have you fallen?
I get so much joy and pride when I look back,
Back beyond the slave's era,
Further before the missionaries,
The beauty I see.
I am overwhelmed by the greatness of our Africanism.
Where did it all go wrong?
We have such great history
But it all sounds like a myth or a mystery
Especially when I say that we once walked tall and high in the foreign lands of America,
Not as slaves but as residents and rulers.
Our history shouts of our greatness,
It tells us that the first man to be saluted as Emperor of China
Was the son of the soil, the son of Africa.
Our history tells a story of our existence in India,
Our great kingdoms in Cambodia and Scotland.
Our history even goes back further to the ancient times of the Bible.
It speaks of ****** a great man in the eyes of the Lord,
The father of Cush, the founder of Cushite, a black nation.
It saddens me to see us disrespect our elders like this
For they hold our rich history.
They hold the bridges we have forgotten,
They hold the secrets of our Nation.
They were there when mama Africa gave birth to us
And we will weep when mama Africa swallows them up.
We will not cry for they have gone
But we will cry for the knowledge we have buried.
If you don't believe me ask the sage Ntate Credo Mutwa.
Wake up Africa. Wake up and Rise...
Rise African Child!
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 7:30 PM UTC
Not Nimrod's wealth, nor faith of Abraham,
Both here and there, defeated's what I am.
Sep 13, 2022
Sep 13, 2022 at 12:27 PM UTC
The notion of nations united
gets the globalist liberals excited.
Their party of Babel
is Nimrod's own rabble
(we're left with the Right uninvited).
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 4:13 PM UTC
Modern man unpacks his woes
He'd have us call it progress
The way back to our cave is paved
Several million ante-deluvians
drowned under the same delusion
How high do you need the ziggurat?
Asks ****** at Babel
Time wasn't ripe back then for God
He disabled their default accord;
their demon intent to destroy His plan
Three thousand years it's taken to regroup
Time enough for His time to be right
For the time of the end of the curse
So please, can the clever caveman thoughts
next time you imagine shuttles in space
a reflection of how superior we are
He'd downgrade us again in a flash
if it wasn't just about the time
we get to blow ourselves up anyway
Wiseup weasels, remember the reason
our playpen was restored in seven days
from Lucifer's null and void revenge
We have seven milenniums to learn to love
To take up our parts in Father's plan
or blow away like the wind
Six of them are practically over
Six billion souls in six thousand years
Created on day six, the number of man
We're at point six point six point break
Day seven's about to dawn.
The number of perfection and rest
Tormented earth groans anticipation
Mushroom clouds and lawlessness
pose no threat to YaHWeH's timeline
Null and void is on His Just In Time list
Every eye will see Meshiach come
Every knee will bow for
The Ancient of Days
Sep 28, 2009
Sep 28, 2009 at 12:01 PM UTC
She who dives
down the thorny road
in search for apothecary
to cure the woes
She who didn't
know what she would
find. Is apparently
lost
Then one day
a Galahad would
come bump her toes
Irrevocable.
Inevitable, at least.
This blasts a loud boom of happenstance
Helpless ****** in the face of
the egoist
Both come to terms
and apparently
It has to be
It simply has to
be
Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 3:57 AM UTC
**** all the rest, she's definitely the best" the circus tool shouted towards the sky.
"Shes coming here in the morning haha !" , this was quite the sight u can't deny.
"Can't you all see where the anatomy is gonna shrivel and get back big again"
His progress as a stage performer stymied to and fro because of the flawed antonym.
"Serotonin, serotonin,and more spastic serotonin! its living in my veins"
oh my ******* God ****** your settling into the insane.
So it can be viewed as laughable the words of wisdom distraught, but with all the same constructs intermittent not taught.
This fool of the moment stood upright and felt his aim was true, however it may be looked upon it was just a mood swing that made the pink turn hue.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 7:09 PM UTC
Sea shell, sea shell,
By the stegosaur,
Millions of years prior to dinos
So often pictured together.
Why must it be so easy to
Break.
Pterosaurs are not all
Pterodactyls,
******
And they are less bird
Than the monster you call T. rex,
Which was actually a scavenger.
Velociraptors don't exist as you think they do,
The closest thing you speak of are turkey sized
pack runners from Mongolia and China.
Or the Utah Raptor, over 6 meters long, from my native home land,
Utah.
You can't comprehend how much time
This Earth has been through.
We are less than the one percent.
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC
While we walk under sheets of rain
No words hanging between us
Do not think this is serene
Every drip hit and crack detritus
While we walk under shades of hemlocks
Capsized in escaping rays
Never step on droughts
They don't belong in the phrase
While we say this gonna last
But do not even try
Never let tears fall onto grass
You know why we don't take up fights
While we're stuck in blank
I promised you won't slip
And I went down in a bang
Just before a deer could leap
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 3:34 AM UTC
My army snakes the mountain-tops
as fields and valleys rent,
The first to ever wear the crown;
laws of nature -bent.
Mother was my wife as well; she as me, a god.
Appearing again 'in-the-end'...
Apocalypse; I am the king
****** *
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 7:27 PM UTC
#One World Limerick
The notion of nations united
gets the global progressives excited.
Their party of Babel
is Nimrod’s own rabble
(we’re left with the Right uninvited).
Values Clarification Limerick
Many worldlings (whose ways we bemoan)
hope their lives we’ll approve and condone.
But we couldn’t care less
for the views they profess;
we just wish they would leave us alone
Roman Limerick
Our antichrist leaders (so Fabian)
are more Nero, and less like Octavian.
So with Caesars and salad
I’ll dress up my ballad.
(The future’s plebeian or Flavian.)
Kente Pajamas Limerick
A racist obtuse Afro-whiner
Tried to give the right-wing a black shiner
While applauding Obama
He railed at my mama
His manners could be a lot finer . . .
Apocalyptic Limerick
The riddles of John’s Revelation
imply a large-scale devastation.
The end is not too clear
but looks rather nuclear:
a well-deserved A–bomb-in-nation.
Freethinking Limerick
An atheist, weary of fables
Found his intellect turning the tables.
He declared: As a nihilist
held to a higher list,
I’m for erasing the labels.
Mendacious Limerick
Fake propaganda as news
only fools those it’s meant to confuse
there is wrong, there is right
when you’re left in the light
of a nation with little to lose.
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 8:18 PM UTC
Back to part two
O ya thought i was through
Im not through with you
Break down your crew
Leave em stuck like glue
No clue
My mind surpasses the highest IQ
Of the wisest scientist
Aint no defyin' this im ludicrous
But at the same time perilous and mysterious
Watch how quick my reaction bust
Im a demi god evil as ******
My syndication thicker than
Louisana fog my mind jogs
Faster than the speed of light
Blast through rhymes like a rocket flight
That means outta space
Get it naw forget it
By the time u catch on you'll
Be admitted
IN ICU
Doing intensive surgery and the clergy
Prepared for ya weak will an.eulogy
My philosophy is embraced with agony
Suffering n pain i go against the grain
Harder than *******
In the pauper neighborhood
You wish you could
Flow like me like mike everybody
Wanna be like me picture me
On mt olympus spittin' flows ridiculous
Even had the dead hearing us
rolling in graves
My fiery tongues leave ya skin scorned
And grazed like in the last days
Urgin' for ya soul to be saved
Im not well behaved
I radiate the sun with my own beam rays
******** go astray everday they jam K
But dont know im a protege of him
So they just lay
Low waiting for my.blow
hit ya harder than tyson combined with tsunami in japan
Makin' money that surpasses the average man
King Solomon heir entice terror of the new era
Step into my cage i dare ya
I go through propellers without touchin'
Double clutchin'
My grips on money so it aint nothing
Always into something
Like nwa all for gun play
Im the seed of demon feedin' on your territorial region
Leave your country bleedin'
I was banned from the garden of Eden
Who do you believe in??
God or me none can pass me
Blast me and I'll split up to three
I'm trinity
God the father and the son the dangerous
One infinite continuum
By the time you'll figure out
You'll still he lost in my magnificent
conundrum
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 11:17 AM UTC
All I can see is a misty road,
Walking with my love who’s named ******
So, I called the wind hoping to blow.
No one shows up, slowly losing all I hoped.
Then I say please let me know.
For my love is pure.
Jul 4, 2022
Jul 4, 2022 at 2:41 AM UTC
and suddenly my **** was a brussel sprout
in a pickle jar? fine, fine... leave the ******* to the
Indians and the Chinese; because a second Japan is
coming - all because you're an educated hoo-ha lady
making me want to cut my **** off and powder
my cheeks rather than roll in the hay with you...
you used to be so much fun when you weren't educated
by that ****** spearhead of feminism directing you in
only one direction... listen... it won't revise and accumulate
all the areas of interest that men had into one coherent
seagull gobble... you can't just walk in with feminism
and revise everything with it alone...
oddly enough, i don't even want to touch you -
the implementation of sterilisation was best designed
by feminism, while all the old farts and Vatican
gypsies had all the fun, we were downsizing
our erections and ***** juices; will make the bedroom scene
look like a democracy for sure - one way or another
the Chinese ****** to a billion, the **** ****** to
over a hundred, the Indian a billion to add -
we decided on a Scandinavian model -
which means, in our multicultural society
one bus every hour... imagine! one bus an hour...
the stupendous recollection of what if Saturday night
didn't finish with an angry man walking home
in the fidgety night of kicking things around -
and the jealousy ticket goes to?
you know who i have been glorifying like
a Jew.
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 6:29 PM UTC
We have to be careful whom we root for in the movies.
For example Gilgamesh was rebellious against God.
Some of the earthly heroes are angry at Christ.
They believe themselves to be their own sort of God.
For pride is a very evil sin that sets in to full people.
Making themselves believe that they do not need God.
But I know that I am nothing without my God Jesus.
Gilgamesh and ****** are one and the very same.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 6:22 PM UTC
that's what happens when you treat yourself as the famous executioner of Anne Boleyn, not the axe-man but the sword-smith who tiptoed to feel the breeze in socks, and cut, the, head, neatly, a cascading swing of the guillotine! indeed anyone who believes in posthumous conceptualisation of karma, believes in heaven & hell.
as i speak of the culprit
who left me with a star trekking:
it's not me you have
to fear... it's my mother...
that tarantula will scalp you
and circumcise you - or as i am aware
sharing a body with her;
it's not me you are to fear;
god-forbid i care to know
what awaits you, **** the love via
the crucifix - i'm in awe in what awaits you...
think of your mother when you lie to her...
while i satiate her hungry ambitions in
the bedroom...
camel jockey
more like a camel *******
have your little disciples to hand over -
suddenly everyone in England
was instructed in the practice of psychiatry!
******* ***** ignoramus and ****** d'uh!
i fudged a bump on me'h skull d'uh!
well, carpenter you shall be!
but those idiots in England cared for
a Kalashnikov of opinion
that civilised concern made due with
un-engaged diacritics: arguments in heaven
is a peace in hell, and i'm in it - suburbia
all-around with talk of the enigma that's cricket.
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 7:37 PM UTC
The syzygy of peace and enlightenment
Are better than gentle fighting and Death.
The malfoy of everything wasted as if fruitless
Tears, unanswered prayers, broken vows, unfulfilled:
Since desires and intentions- just to measure are
The defiled Ammonites lunar malabar; fro' the
Augean stables of Astolpho, the Triform King
Demanding a ****** the streaming bi-frost
Between mice and men extrapolative of silver and gold.
Apocynthion Horns to the East, as well, as also, with
Pericynthion Horns to the West nourishing Skuld
without Arnon...Moloch with Molech!
ELEETE. J. MUIR.
Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 7:40 AM UTC
The hour of the painted shore , wind lashed olive waters
, brother to earth , wind and rain .. What songbird call shall answer the question of the March breeze , which spring buck shall amuse the meandering broom sage .. How the fearful turtle skims just below the sight of my wandering eye . The graceful sigh of Loblolly Pines , red tipped lake lovers , for what has day brought the coming night .. Red Shouldered hawk , the hillsides exquisite ****** crying with intricate dance , wary to every changing movement above nutmeg hued trunks that long for their crowning expectations .. The Suns command , showered in benevolent virtues akin to red , blue and gold passageways , lead brightly westbound for the river as churned lake spaces settle into placid afternoon ..
Ghost of the piedmont forest walk these woodland byways , the breath of the Creek Nation give life to such sacred parcels of heaven ..
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 7:12 PM UTC
Interval
A release of conversation
Above me
Vivaldi lingers in the blue mushrooms
~
Theatre smell
Music dust in crushed burgundy
Climbing the stairways
To the halftime bars
~
I sip overpriced whiskey
Amid a peck of cheek kisses
Murmur of nothing talk
and the fog of stale Chanel
~
She stands by the window drapes
Isolated by timidity
I engage her
With the price of a smile
~
Elgar easy on the lifting strings
As the ****** casts it spell
Oblivious
To two empty seats.
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 11:37 AM UTC