"nuked" poems
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I've done some research
On cancer's cause
Western medicine, Dr Oz.
They don't have answers, I'm afraid.
And the cure is in what GOD made.
Cancer's vector? A simple virus.
A parasite and a fungus.
Candida overgrowth.
Radiation. Stress.
We all face this in the West.
So are there answers? Well. Let's see.
Tell me if you don't agree.
Sodas should go down the drain
They have sugar or aspertame.
Sugar feeds cancer. Cut it out!
I KNOW that this will make you pout
But you can find nuts a tasty treat
Find some that you like to eat!
Say NO to coffee. All caffeine.
Eat kale and other leafy greens.
If you want nutrition saved
Cut the cord on your microwave!
They watered plants
with water nuked
They died. Nutrition down the tubes.
So no TV dinners. Processed foods.
No fruits or veggies grown GMOs.
WHEAT is bad! And on it goes.
So it may cost a little more?
Shop your local health food store!
What does it matter?
What's cancer's cost?
And your life will not be lost!
If you tire of reading this
There may be important
things you miss... READ ON!
NATURAL REMEDIES FOR CANCER
Blackstrap molasses. 1 tablespoon
Baking soda. 1 teaspoon
Mix with a glass of water and drink.
(Baking soda should be found at
a health food store)
Blackstrap molasses can also be used
topically for skin cancer.
Tincture of the husk of the
Black walnut nut. 2 drops
Tincture of clove. 2 drops
Tincture of wormwood. 2 drops
Mix in a glass of water and drink. Add lemon and honey.
It'll taste better.
IMPORTANT!
DO NOT USE TAP
OR BOTTLED WATER!
Get distilled water and add
Minerals in liquid form.
Your health food store will have this.
There are many herbs and spices
Which help.
There's iodine in common kelp.
Turmeric
Cucumin
etc.
VERY POWERFUL
Soursop tea. Green tea sans caffeine
Fresh vegetables of the rainbow...
Colors are viamins!
Vitamin supplements
Especially B-17
If you can't find these in your
Health food store ask them to order.
Or go on Amazon and order.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 4:07 PM UTC
Breaking his enthusiasm as my pencil spasm insanely random like a Gatlin cannon my magnum blastin shots taken so I'm shootin then walking off like cam Nuked'm these civil lies causing an evolution I'm killing guys its the only solutions dude blowing smoke too much pollution on the same page until I go rampage and start looting enraged second phase using the bars from my cage to punch lines through these frames I'm battle rappin as quick as they can match'em let it happen captain Hook I'll patch ' em in tandom with passion my fraction got these ******* trashing like DJs scratching I'm thirsty for action these weapons I'm packing get rowdy they start clapping like jacks sons put a cap in your captain capitalize off what happens I'll top 5 of your top 10 you fighting for your life I'm just saying one with a slight of hand I'm disarming this man King of Kings Schooling these Lord of rings on thier aim, I'm top tier they lame I'm **** ' em all with the same ball and chain pen dragging them all to my hall of slain, this a deadly game, and I bringing the major pain.
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
On the African savannah,
The mission brief had been simple.
Go in and find a Warthog.
The Americans had gone in and nuked the place,
Then claimed there had been none to begin with.
The Israelis against strong,
Local advice,
Had sent in Mossad,
Undercover.
-why go in, looking like food,
the lions had a field day-
The Africans, however,
Had not reported by nightfall,
So at daybreak a search party was launched.
They found three Kenyans surrounding a giraffe,
Spread-eagled securely to an Acacia tree.
The Sergeant-at-arms was taking notes,
Whilst his Officers flogged,
The poor thing screaming,
“Confess you’re a Warthog, confess!”
Jul 24, 2012
Jul 24, 2012 at 2:42 AM UTC
lines of reach are radio waved
touch is by text with calloused
index fingers.
Microwaves surround and direct us to go where
we are going blue teeth phones we twitter
looking at thinner screens.
I quit. Need a twelve pack
and a dove sitting on wire
and free TV and a non- nuked
non- steroid and antibiotic genetic non- altered corn of cob
and leg of fried chicken and two good women.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
In disaster and war movies
the protagonist (Queen) and her immediate circle
are protected from anonymous death. They may die (one by
one or all at once)
but someone at least grieves.
Or the audience is full of glee.
But in Star Wars (for instance)
what about the many hundreds of nameless, faceless soldiers
in body armor and visored helmets, or planetary citizens,
who fall by the dozens or more, like the leaves this rich fall.
I think
no one thinks
how one of them may have had her first lover the night before
and one may be leaving behind two sons he read to last night
and loved with all his heart.
Neither belief in God nor being a god entertained
can explain or forgive this oversight.
Ah, how sweet
the film in which no actor dies or if they do
it's from their own disease or golden age.
People grieve for the soul that left
and celebrate the soul that flew.
I was in Providence for a conference,
a town I had thought insignificant, not a city to be considered
a city in flight. But that night they lit
one hundred bonfires in the river running up through the streets
and the face of every girl and woman with her lover
by firelight was beautiful.
Had the city been nuked
by a terrorist or rogue nation I would not have minded dying
there,
with them, that night. It is possible
to be several million strong
and every homeless man with a singing voice belong.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 8:47 AM UTC
In the course of a lifetime
We would have asked "what if...?"
Some, a hundred times
Some, a thousand times
Others, a million times.
"What if I don't make it?"
"What if she doesn't love me?"
"What if he leaves me?"
"What if the stock market crashes?"
"What if America is nuked?"
Usually, we focus on important issues
Often, overlooking the most important
What if we asked better "what if's"?
Like; "what if I die tonight?"
"What if I don't make heaven?"
© Raphael Uzor
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 7:41 AM UTC
Little old ladies
are lovely and nice
Giggle and flirt
all that sugar and spice
Seem indestructible
totally unpredictable
Really only come alive
once they reach 85
If the hospital gets nuked,
we'll all be cooked
but the little old ladies
will still be reading their books
Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 10:43 AM UTC
Ladies and gentlemen,
Boys and girls.
The story I bring is one to tell,
With Dragons and beast from far away lands,
Witches and wombats and beast from the sands.
Golums and ghost, great goblins gone gruesome!
Mighty warlords that would survive if you nuked em!
Werewolves so powerful that they consume the night!
Don't worry, no vampires to ruin the plight!
Bombardments of beast, broken skulls, bad burdens.
A tantalizing tail if ever you've heard one!
Zombies so evil, your skin crawls with every word.
I'm not lying when I say that the fear is obsurd!
But before I give you this recital,
I ask and I beg, I need a **** title!!
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 7:42 PM UTC
It won't be long now
America will be attacked
Nuked by Russian subs
New York City
Miami
San Francisco
Los Angeles & San Diego
Will burn in one hour
Russian, Chinese, and North Korean troops
Will conquer and divide America
The antichrist will cause the nations
To make peace
This charasmatic leader
Then will come the chip
A requirement for all people
Those who refuse to take it
Will be taken to FEMA camps
And beheaded
Repent from the place
From which you have fallen
And enter into a relationship with Jeshua
There is only one truth
Only Jesus can save you!
The pope already goes on and says
Those that have not accepted Jesus as savior
Can enter into heaven
He is a filthy liar
Jeshua of Nazareth laughs in heaven
At he plans of the antichrist
And satan
It was satan's pride
That caused him to be thrown down
Do not let your own pride
Be the cause of your damnation
Atheists, buddhists, all quite sure
Of their own way
Have had near death experiences
And been shown the pit
No one who practices homosexuality
Will enter into heaven either
It is an abomination in the eyes of Lord Jeshua
Do you have any idea how many times
You sin each day?
Simply repent unto Jeshua,
And turn from your ways
Soon the world will he connected
This AI system will have access to those
Who take the mark on their forehead
Or on their hand
Take heart, for Jeshua is Lord!
Repent unto Him
For every knee will bow
To Jeshua of Nazareth
He is Lord of Lords
And King of Kings
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 9:20 PM UTC
Ice Cream and Nuked Brownie
Fridge Beer and Hot Shower
Open Car Window and Speeding Down a Summer Highway
But you and me are the same temperature
Even if i try to get close you won't notice the difference
I don't think i even want a difference
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 1:34 AM UTC
Drive through
Any suburban neighborhood
Across America
You'll see the flags
So many are quite ignorant
They fail to understand
That the judgement of Lord God Almighty
Will soon be here
Yes, Putin will join with China and North Korea
Coastal cities will be nuked
Did you think America was exempt
From the judgement of the Lord God Almighty?
This wicked nation will burn in one hour
So many lukewarm Christians in America
You know they just want a good time
Check their phones constantly
You better seek Jesus of Nazareth
Soon utter destruction will come upon America
Next comes the one world government
And the reign of the antichrist
Do not take the mark
You will be ****** if you do
Praise Jesus of Nazareth
Be faithful unto death
And Jesus of Nazareth
Will give you the crown of life
Oh dear
This poem is upsetting some people...
Dear me
I do not care
The pope continues
With his filthy blasphemous lies
Jesus of Nazareth is the only way to salvation
Repent of your sins
Believe that He shed his holy and perfect blood
For you on the cross
Declare him Lord and Lord and King of Kings
Strive to be holy as our Lord Jeshua is holy
Those who practice and celebrate ****** immorality
Will not enter into the kingdom of heaven
So it is written in the Holy Bible
This world will be destroyed
At the end of the antichrist's reign
The army of heaven will come back
To take Jerusalem
Jesus of Nazareth is Lord of heaven
And Lord of earth
Jesus of Nazareth is Lord of the new heaven
And Lord of the new earth
Jesus of Nazareth is Lord of Lords
And King of Kings
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 1:48 PM UTC
We all have happy places,
Where evil never rears it’s ugly head.
A garden of eden,
Or perhaps a summer camp in the Berkshires.
Or maybe it’s an island with sunsets made of gold,
Or a market with food that tastes like friends, like laughter.
Maybe it is the place you call home,
Or maybe it’s the fear you call death.
We all live life for now.
We laugh, we cry and then we die,
Those we’ve left behind clinging to our pale corpses.
Or maybe they’re clinging to their own memories of us,
The things that they won’t forget until they join us in the void.
Life ends, and then our loved ones end, and so do our happy places.
That summer camp you love?
It’s a filthy landfill.
Your sweet island?
It’s been buried in the waters of former ice caps.
The market that was your refuge?
It’s been nuked, just like New York, Moscow, Paris.
All things end.
All things end.
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 11:20 AM UTC
you
love
me so much
i can feel it
in my bones.
and
all i ever do is disappoint you.
it hangs in the air around you
and envelops our lungs as we struggle to breathe.
poison.
i've nuked our house with tear gas.
made everyone cry.
made everyone want to **** me.
spilt us into rifts.
glaciers
that float on the Antarctic ocean
thousands of miles apart.
no one wants to go home.
no one wants to pretend like we didn't cut and torture each other the night before
so we pack up our knives, guns, and other sharp things
stick em in our own backs
and go wallow in our sorrow.
we're hurt.
limping like fresh road ****
but we don't seek penance or first aid
instead,
we would rather die from what we don't understand.
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC
She broke me, but I suppose that's what happens when you give a child a toy
I was just used for her amusement, but eventually children always fall back to their favorites
He was her first love, how could I ever compete, so I just stood there quietly watching her break me
It's been months and now I finally realize what she did, she wasn't an earthquake that broke my foundation, she didn't cause that insignificant of damage
She was a nuclear strike for the bombing that someone else did on her life, you see I'm just collateral damage
She took me in, accepted me for the flaws I'll never be able to overcome, she made me feel warm, but that's how con artists work, they make you feel like winner while they **** you dry
She was a tick, a parasite masquerading as someone I willingly kept around while she drained my spirit, my essence, my happiness
She trapped my soul in a bottle and takes it like medication every time she starts to feel the pain of the relationship she ran back to
Now all that's left is the hollow shell of a man, expressing his hurt through words and lacerated skin
She ****** me dry, she nuked me, she broke me, but that's what you do with toys that never meant anything at all
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC
For too many years I’ve been an unwilling host
To an invader inside my head
A parasite
See, the thing about a parasite?
It’s magnificent at hiding
It starts out small, undetectable
Worming its way inside your body, your mind
But this microscopic monster starts to feed off you
Eating away your existence from the inside out
Tearing through your flesh with its piercing teeth
Flooding your brain with searing poison
It releases its young to metastasize the damage
By the time you have an inkling of the war raging inside
This army has grown by hundreds, thousands
And they have nuked the battleground, leaving nothing behind.
My parasite may be called depression but it works just the same
Starting off in the shadows
Silently entering your mind
Feeding off your suffering
Injecting you with its lies
“You are worthless”
“You’re a burden”
“You don’t belong on this earth”
These lies grow in numbers, destroying every inch of happiness
Until you see the lies as truth in your corrupted lens
You are filled with an unwavering dread
Crippled by an interminable loneliness
And you are at the mercy of this ruthless being
Then you go days without sleeping
Days without feeling
Arms covered in red slashes to at least feel something
The world starts spinning faster, but you’re still stuck in slow motion
You want someone to hear your silent screams
But your presence has become microscopic, invisible
And how do you put into words what even you can’t understand?
So the darkness consumes you until you’re nothing but an empty shell
A ghost of a human being
Going through the motions of life while no longer living
And all you plead for is the pain to cease
So you drown in a sea of pills and pray it’s enough to send you into eternal slumber.
I may have raised the white flag on my battle
But I was saved before my soul could flee this earth
And I am grateful for each breath I still take
But this war is far from over
My parasite may have been pacified yet it still remains
Silently pulling the strings in the background
And each day I fear it will again grow too strong
And conquer the battlefield of my mangled mind.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 9:46 AM UTC
Today I got taken out
of my box and nuked
for a dizzy-filled eight minutes,
all my artificial byproducts,
and something close to,
but not quite called, meat
melted and congealed together
in a semi-appetizing way,
just enough to be consumed
in a famished **** of teeth,
gums, and spittle,
and here I now sit in a pit
--purgatory's gut--
dreaming I was made of real
pepperoni and sausage,
running free in the open fields
of DiGiorno.
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 11:19 PM UTC
The world is dull in here.
You stop, we stop, it all ******* stops.
And the world, we know keeps going
But by Christ, in here we don't know;
Wouldn't know if America were nuked
Or Isis got sold more guns.
We are reduced to numbers
A seat number, a passport id
Ugh I'm bored.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC
Clutches of Adversity
If only her distress could be weighed,
And all her misery be placed on the scales!
It would surely outweigh the sand of the seas__
No wonder her offsprings nuked her peace-eggs.
If only her pains could be rain,
And all her tears be flown to paradise!
It would surely outrank her wealth-eyes__
No wonder her progeny merry in poison.
If only her sorrow could be quenched,
And all her afflictions be banked like gold!
It would surely oversize the four pillars of the world__
No wonder terrors are marshaled against her world.
If only her hurt house havens in hell,
And all her agony be filmed in movies!
It would surely overshadow the kingdom of Israel__
No wonder famine thwarts the plans of the milk.
©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A salient prolific author...]
>> 11/07/2017
⊙01:08AM
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 8:44 AM UTC
The weight of almost thoughts sink my legs into the Earth
While the almost words balloon red in my cheeks and ears
Because this Scooby Doo quicksand ***** at my torso but not any more than my desire to go under
I'm going to a doctor soon, or a counselor, or a friendly stranger, or whatever, and I worry about the verdict to be passed over my head
Like the pills they prescribe will meet in combat the almost thoughts that turn my brain to a battlefield that just wants to go home but already is
Like my serotonin vocal cords that softly saunter siren songs should be given a megaphone to tell all the almost words that their echo chambers just got nuked from orbit
The fingers that send daily update texts are the same ones that want to let go of the steering wheel, not because I want to die, but because I don't want to be the one responsible for hurting you
So I'll bludgeon the sand with my two left feet until I turn it into enough glass to build a shade-stained stairwell back into my regularly scheduled programming
"I'm not there yet", I say
"Ah, but almost", I think
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 5:32 AM UTC