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SøułSurvivør Sep 2015
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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.
I spent a lot of time researching this.
If you have any questions please contact me via the site message system.

I know that there are some who
Can use this information.

There is a Talkshoe program that
Discusses natural remedies.
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David Jin May 2014
It may not be too surprising, maybe it is
But the question I field the most in high school
Has nothing to do with calculus, nothing to do with biology
Hell, it doesn’t even have anything to do with colleges
People most want to know if I’m Chinese, Japanese, or Korean

Sometimes, when they think they’re funny
They like to pull their skin back to thin their eyes into slits
And their friends erupt into prepubescent sidekick laughter
And I’d laugh right along
Not because I was a prepubescent sidekick
But because those jokes didn’t bother me
That much

The first person to ask me that was a black kid who maybe stood 6 foot
As a freshman
Wearing his new LeBron jersey with the Miami Heat logo plastered in front
Complete with Air Jordan’s and official NBA socks
He asked me politely with his head bowed
Maybe a bit too low
I think I saw him snicker, but I was too naïve to be sure

Well honestly bro, I know which one I am
But I can’t tell you the difference between the Chinese, the Japanese, or the Koreans
Or in some of your cases, the Chinks, the Japos, and the *****
Cause’ even if I could, it wouldn’t matter
I’ve seen some of you ignorant ******* taste Sushi
and widely proclaim it as the weirdest Chinese **** you have ever tasted
Sushi comes from the Land of The Rising Sun, fyi
And one would think that you Americans would know more about the country
You guys basically nuked 65 years ago

But let me tell you about being Asian
Let me tell you about the ridiculous Asian accents done by ignorant classmates and even friends
Let me tell you about teaching simple words to the curious
Only to discover they’re really just interested in learning foreign swear words
C’mon kids, there’s Google translate for that garbage

Let me express the frustrations and embarrassment when you’re young
and only good at counting thus far
Yet you already speak the English language better than your parents
I used to always insist on leaning over my mother’s lap
So I could holler into the speaker at McDonald’s drive-thru

You guys want to rip me on my own driving too
Well I got styles yo, just like my hair
I got my Tokyo Drift, my Jeremy Lin, my Mario Kart
Or my turn signal on for the last five miles
And once you step into that high school everyone,
and I mean everyone, thinks you’re good at math and
expects you to give out answers in bulk like fortune cookies
You all think that I know the clever tricks
that Asians use for their grade-point-averages
Well, I have a C in AP calc
They say A stands for Asian
Well, does my C stand for, Caucasian?

Did ya’ll know that every year, my Swim team would travel upstate to Pekin High for a meet
And until 1980, they were known as the Chinks
And every time their football team scored a TD, a white kid dressed in Asian gear
Would bang on a gong while some players and fans would bow solemnly?

And when my boy Jeremy was dubbed by your boy LeBron
You guys all laughed and jeered when ESPN was headlined the next day with the phrase
“***** In The Armor”

For a while, I felt a shame for being Asian
I would express my private desires to be White or Black if I had the choice
Drawing the patient lectures from my parents that were admittedly, in poorly spoken English

Even now these so-called friends would still rib me about my ethnicity
This is where colleges come in kids
And yes, I got into a great school
But it is not the purpose of my life to get good grades, good colleges, or
satisfaction from my dad
I only strive to do what you all strive to do
and that makes me as American as you all
So it would be fitting for me to address the jury the way I am about to
Therefore to all you calc cheaters and arrogant good drivers,
to all of the fake friends and prepubescent sidekicks
*******
Styles Dec 2014
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.
Persia,
The land of God,
Where God stayed in person,
As he traversed desert sand dunes to Irag,
To have a look at rivers Euphrates and Tigris,
When Adam had just finished playing the first human ***,
With Eve, the non ****** companion he gave him,
He then meted out to them eternal nemesis
Out of his anger and selfish jealous,
Other-wise what was wrong,
For Adam to have a ****,
With the unclothed eve,
Any answer please,
Or no please,
Persia,

Persia Now is Nuked,
A nuclearized oil exporter,
She has a Koran, oil-wells and Nuclear,
She also has no-nonsense masculine Arabic culture,
****** grounds in which mushrooms the messy Islamic soup,
Blessed and Glorified by my good ****** brother; Barrack Obama,
Who was once God and sent the inverse of angel Michael to Laden Osama,
To impregnant the ****** mother of death that sired laden’s demise,
Game in which Obama dwarfs Netanyahu a global dweeb,
Left on a wrong inglenook in a dwaal at Jerusalem fire,
Biasly blessing the Israeli Nuclear and Hydrogen bombs,
As security of the world, and condemning Iran,
Calling their Kosher Nuclears a threat,
To the israelized world security,
But his Gaza **** is not,
His refuge camps
Are not

Blessed are the Nuclear stuffs of Persia,
They are blessings of Allah to those that are guided,
Maunderings of the jackanapes like Netanyahu is not news,
For he has more nuclear in Jerusalem, hydrogen bombs too he has,
Then arming Persia must a usual game of violence not anything of his sort,
For  they are Koran, the nuclear, the oil wells, and the woman,
That will frame up the Islamic state to stable counterzionism,
To stave mania of European Jews for settlerism
To eat what they deserve un¬¬-rapaciously,
To at least breed homespun respect,
For those that differ with them
In faith and skin
Like afro-persians


Persia,
Your nuclear stuffs,
Are blessed and glorified,
For they are counter-apartheid,
To the Zionist apartheid in Palestine,
They are acts that resemble the acts in the past,
By those that oppressed, colonize, imperialize for settlerism,
For a line in Shakespeare’s king Lear has some blessings for you;
The un-armed (Arabs) provokes (Israeli) enemy’s attack,
Thus reality of equal nuclear mighty and strength
Will nurse thought for de-imperialism
Sense of respect and discipline,
By those who belong to God,
To those who don’t,

Who Bombed Charlie Hebdo?
And what of the Yankee Twin Towers?
Was it Al Qaeda or the Israelis, can I blab or not?
O, there were also Nuclear stuffs in De Klerk’s White South Africa,
But when blackness came to corridors of power, the nukes followed color,
What of what I was dreaming yester night? About Netanyahu,
He ployed for the European hatred against Islamic statesmen,
He bombed Charlie Hebdo, masquerading as an Arab,
For European war on Islamic state to intensify,
Then it intensified, but God only knew,
The truth; Islamic statesman are only mouthy,
But foolish in war and offense,
They didn’t bomb
Charlie Hebdo,

Boris Nemetsov,
A Russian speaking Jew,
Was shot dead in Moscow,
(RIP) Boris, for the human soul must die,
Death and grave is the kismet for us the living,
But why were you weak as a post hatch cackling hen,
To make noise and preen around as a jade in the land of fox,
The African sisal fox that ate all the Crimean chicken,
Noise of a hen cannot fetter fox’s appetite,
Noise of a hen cannot shake culture,
Of Nuclear power in Iran and Korea N,
Why live in Russia, but you love Israeli?
I don’t need the answer dudes,
But always oppression
the oppressor always
it kills,

Alexander  Khamala Opicho
Lodwar ,  Kenya
ipoet Jul 2012
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!”
Robert Ronnow Aug 2015
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.
memineI Dec 2014
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.
Raphael Uzor Mar 2014
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
Accept Jesus today, I beg u...!
D OKane Oct 2011
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
I am a geriatrician/gerontologist
Manic Brilliance Sep 2015
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!!
One of my first poems ever written!
Matt Mar 2018
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
Jarred Feb 2016
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
The Dybbuk Mar 2017
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.
Matt Apr 2018
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
Kill me slowly Oct 2015
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.
(Each other)
Mateuš Conrad Aug 2021
i have no contemporaries... i live among no contemporaries... i live among the contempt zombies: some dead here thrown... to suckle at the grinding of flesh: some... peter sinfield wrote... i have no contemporaries... i have this vacant breath: thank god i didn't invest in "family"... less a funeral... more a disappearing act! repeat the tides of spring... repeat the glimmer of ancient winter... remind me... Europe: funnel of the deaf earth... beside our Turkic past... before the Ottoman altar at the grinding: whip... lash... of the pride that once was Constantinople... tide: the currency of time: us nuanced: new... new Brazilian... all mixed up and holy Babel: come the crashing urn: my "utopia" of... my... fading suntan...  kupfernacken... i scribble itching: pretending them to be letters: born from Greenwich... ghostly freelance... such a tidy little place i can ghost... align myself to past: to pass trivial concerns... women marry... men dissolve into a figment of their imagination... the best doggy... the walking abortions that they were already sentenced with... i have no contemporaries... all my compatriots of now are... still in high-school... i have no contemporaries... befitting... all i have ever read was by those already dead: necromancer: reads.... conjure up the devil without fire... with smoke and mirrors he comes... or came... with a cat screaming: cite Bulgakov! i do the *****... rather: i do the ***... he play more the backgammon because... chess is... ******* boring... given the adventure allowed by FFVII... for example... we were teenage boys once... we still are... come to think of it... i don't want to learn of the universe of women and... at least with prostitutes... i have a heart that's the size of a pebble... and a tear the size of a lake... yes... that's plenty.


either the day begins like: pouring some milk into
a glass of water...
or the day ends like: pouring some water
into a glass of milk...

the day, sober... began with:

cussons' imperial leather:
cotton clouds & white cashmere...
a shower fragrance like
no other...
    well... if a shower gel reminds
you of a mythological
sweet / pastry you had
aged circa 4... on a train...
going from Danzig back home...
i guess that's probably right...

but if i'm wrong about that
i'm certainly right about:
a splash of ***... or whiskey...
in a black coffee...
why did i ever bother with cream?!

then defrosting two refrigerators
got in the day...
house chores: cleaning the "stanzas":
the square...
one remorseful hour with
the road on my bicycle...
no thought: just spatial coordination:
unconscious arithmetic...

linger until midnight...
past midnight pretend to sleep for
an hour... then get up and "hunt" for
a glass of milk...

eclipse heritage: mount gay Barbados ***...
a fine fine ***...
finer than any mr. whiskers or ms. amber
has to offer...

why has it not dawned upon the western:
liberal man that...
he's somehow... not... the... universal man?
translated in Afghanistan?
who the hell is going to bemoan
the rise-up of Taliban "two-point-oh"?!
i'm celebrating...
like the partisan h'americans are still trying
to celebrate the Hebrews having their
land back!

i'm happy for the Afghan people!
why wouldn't you be?
well thank you: mr. universal man...
thank you for the railroads...
thank you for your chemistry...
thank you for so much...
but... don't you have an incel "problem":
trying to shove it under a bright orange
carpet of psychiatry...
it's going to be much harder to bribe
these monks...
than it would take to bribe the Jihadis
with 72 virgins...
after all: ever heard of a jihadi that
performed an act of Jihad by killing
his mother, first?

it's like that joke akin to: a priest,
a rabbi and an imam walk into a bar...
an incel, a jihadi and a...
walk into... a nunnery...

mr. universal man... thank god you're
finally leaving Afghanistan...
are the Hebrews the only sacred
cows in your Hindu zodiac?
i believe firmly: leave the people to their
own fate... or demise...
last time i heard... Afghan women
were waterfalls of poetry with their
Landays...

                     mr. universal man has attracted
a multi-cultural palette...
even the Armenian bread like lavash was
some story...
sorry... when was the last time you
heard the ******* backstory of
a croissant?!
only the "noble savages" have stories...
we have turkey-t.v.:
we have no stories... no heritage...
nothing at all concerning
the French fries... we didn't invent
anything: culinary...
never used mint... rosemary... thyme...
we just ******* nuked nuked nuked...

the flat-chested flat-bread paupers
who were beaten by a pancake
and never hunted down: yeast! yeast!
rise! miracle of flour!
rise! like the sun!

cheap-****-sushi...
let them be... let them shove a stick
and a rubber shoe into the mountain
to draw some water to nourish their
goats...

mr. universal man...
why are westerners so concerned with
what might happen to Afghanistan?
probably something less terrible than
what already took place:
i'm of the maxim:
the terrible has already happened...
Viet-Now...

mr. universal man has problems re-abstracting
what is concrete to others...
since... mr. universal man
hasn't lived long enough to have lost
what others are vying for...

he invented all such splendorous games
and amusements befitting a cosmopolitan
echo chamber that he forgot what
a tree or a rock might imply...

he's so blind to churn out an introspection:
a new breed of terrorist he hides
under a blanket of psychiatry...
thinking: this one more time... this time again:
the sun will rise...

these need breeds start with killing
their mother! or end with killing their mother!
jihadis aim for collateral fog...
they're aiming for 72 virgins...
what have you to bribe these "monks"?

eh... there's a romance to be had with
Afghanistan and the Taliban...
it's not unlike
the amphetamine fuelled antics
of the Syrian pseudo-caliphate...
an Afghani is not ****
in the eyes of the Hindu...
he's a less sensitive breed: almost alien...
somewhat teasing the Iranian...
but then again... what do i know?

reminiscence of a time when a troll
of a girl chased me in high-school...
i was cycling up to the top of Bower Hill
when i stopped to change the music...
a woman was jogging against
the tide of traffic i was encompassing...
she too decided to stop "jogging"
to change her soundtrack...
she must have been admiring my Turkish
take on ****** hair... if i had a mirror
i too would be... in between itching
to squeeze the last maggot of phlegm
and acne from my face:
because Beelzebub took a **** on my face!
if he was a she i'd imagine it
would run along the lines of:
she sat with her fully fattened *****
onto my face and told me to slurp!
whizz-kid concerning oysters...
n'est c'est pas?

i feel inclined to dream about joining
the Tally-*** band of brothers...
i'm bored with the music...
last time i heard they were into listening to:
pretending to listen to: listening to:
silence...
next comes a Hegel or a Kant...
attacked by bouts of schizophrenia:

loose term... i much prefer the older
noun... dementia praecox...
premature dementia...
it's less a metaphor...
after all: what is the experience of consciousness:
the science of: drugging up the experiencer?
to dull the experience?
what senses are we inviting when
the schizoid is hardly: half-of-hearing?

ha ha!
of those philosophers' ivory towers that are books:
some followed-through: some unchallenged:
some unread...
like Kjartan on Heidegger in Knausgaard's
vol. 4...
apparently living in London:
well... it's not like you can be ever bored
of London... south of the Thames:
esp. circa the central projects of attracting
postcards... is all the same...
but south of London... isn't it... Kent... Sussex?
that's most certainly not...
the grand underground wheelie of...
Hainault is Greater London...
but Chigwell is Essex... proper...
south London is a different country...
it might as well be Northumbria!
Chelsea Lyons Apr 2018
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.
Depression is an invisible monster with the power to destroy.
Ousmane Iacavoni Oct 2015
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
Just some honest feelings
Lottie Jun 2015
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.
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
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.
Inspired by the poem "Monologue of What Was Once a Sunkist Orange" from fellow HP writer Yacov Mitchenko, which is a really good poem by-the-way.
B Mar 2018
The weight of almost thoughts sink my legs into the Earth

While the almost words balloon red in my cheeks and ears

Because this ****** 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
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
Butch Decatoria May 2020
Don’t you just love the loud chewers
Who chew and talk at the same time, love it right?
Then here comes Covid like Santa Claus
Just ruining everything—my adolescent tantrums...
Then they take credit for having survived it
Anyway Covid is leaving us lump some of charcoal, empty, cold.
“See! Told ya so!
So,There is a reason why we eat with our
Mouths closed.
Less splash of spittle, please!
There’s a Germaphobe present—“

Don’t cha just love it
Them ****** loud chewers,
And ******’ mouth breathers...
Nuked by forefathers and ****
Science, their virulent hatreds
Designer genetic babies styled to
Your faves liking.
Designer bio warfare, just because.
Don’t cha just...? M m m.
Street ain't safe
Home feels like jail
our mind isn't sane
Wrongness always win the debate

Parents killed...
Leaving their kids... orphaned
Kids kidnapped
others shipped to the other side
Students axed; travellers gunned
Markets nuked; chapels bombed

Is this the end of the world or just a mini-war
Our streets are filled with frauds and thugs...
Youths doing drugs...
Girls *****; travellers abduct....
Farmers robbed of their lives and stuffs
Will all this ever stop...

MY country bleeds red
The government' brain-dead
The youth'brain-fed with lies and deceit

The freedom that we crave
Has now turn us to slaves

Slaves in our own home
Slaves to the diablo-throne
Living in a zone' proned to nuke-stone...
thrown through cloned drone
A drone that's homegrown
designed by our own-own

How do we get here
How did our good night rest gets nightmared right on our bed
How do our once cheery face turn teary
Our once feirceful chest' now eerie
A face once filled with cheers...
Now can't stop dripping tears

Where do we go from here...
With whom should we seek refuge
The path is clearly lost
Could this be a curse
Has the God forsaken us

Where do we go from here
Where do we go from here
Ryan O'Leary Sep 2022
Immoral@balmoral.co.uk



HRH QE.II knows London will

Be nuked so she blessed the

Uranium subs then sent them

Far as possible from Faslane.


The BBC antithesis narrative.

Has begun, enmity propoganda

Attempts to dignify the archival

Anthology of previous fabrications.


Desert storm, coalition of the willing

Weapons of mass destruction, all

Soaked up and since forgotten by

sublimated subjects of sensationalism.


NATO can do no wrong. EU US UK

OK, such a parochial mentality, God

Is on their side, yet again they trust,

But karma is coming from via Vlad.




Ryan 22/09/2022



1.2 Million Iraqi’s killed by US UK

Libya,

Yemen

Syria

Afghanistan

Vietnam

Korea

Palestine by the Holocaust people ?
[Lincoln's War (1861-5) was not a civil war, nor was it an insurrection, as the South had created a functioning, viable, democratic Republic that had no interest in pelf; nor in capturing the northern capital city of Washington; nor in conquering and enslaving the citizens of New England; nor in occupying the Atlantic Seaboard; nor in ****** the women of Cincinnati.] Would Lincoln have nuked Montgomery, Richmond & Atlanta? Never in Earth's history have white men taken up arms to defend la causa humana de Negroes. Calling a pickaninny ****** is disrespectful. The brothers of the brotherhood, the Fraternal Order of Police, are of the erroneous belief that after clubbing & shaking down citizens all day they'll forevermore be permitted to return to mortgaged 3-bedroom houses for quiet, ***** evenings in the ***** of frumpy, common-law wives. This will soon change. The frat boys of the F.O.P. will be dragged by the greasy hair of their balding heads (off those Lazy Boy recliners) and beat to death in the streets by the neighbor-citizens whom they've brutalized.
[Lincoln's War (1861-5) was not a civil war, nor was it an insurrection, as the South had created a functioning, viable, democratic Republic that had no interest in pelf; nor in capturing the northern capital city of Washington; nor in conquering and enslaving the citizens of New England; nor in occupying the Atlantic Seaboard; nor in ****** the women of Cincinnati.] Would Lincoln have nuked Montgomery, Richmond & Atlanta? Never in Earth's history have white men taken up arms to defend la causa humana de Negroes. Calling a pickaninny ****** is disrespectful. The brothers of the brotherhood, the Fraternal Order of Police, are of the erroneous belief that after clubbing & shaking down citizens all day they'll forevermore be permitted to return to mortgaged 3-bedroom houses for quiet, ***** evenings in the ***** of frumpy, common-law wives. This will soon change. The frat boys of the F.O.P. will be dragged by the greasy hair of their balding heads (off those Lazy Boy recliners) and beat to death in the streets by the neighbor-citizens whom they've brutalized.
Ryan O'Leary Oct 2022
Some have preferences of where should be nuked

      But I don’t see why they must be rebuked

                          It is ultra pragmatic

                        And quite democratic

            For The US and UK to be grouped.
Mark Koplin Apr 2020
With an unprecedented shortage of basic supplies
People worldwide are learning to be wise.
Loo rolls, medicine and the safety mask.
Making do with what we already have is the new task.

I’ve seen diapers and bras used as new safety covers.
Drugs for malaria and stool softeners as miracle cures, are just a few among others.
Even the orange headed one is coming up with new treatment ideas.
The new scene for loo rolls is now our expired tortillas.

Slowly thawed or quickly nuked with the microwave oven
Soft and abundant and recently discovered is the new lovin.
It might not be charmin, but equally as soft on the ****.
Biodegradable and able to flush, no longer needed is the backyard bush.
Just looking for a few smiles in a trying time. Be safe everyone!

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