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"ostracised" poems

I’m walking up hilltop, two men pass, one says, 'Fuck the French, they never have the bottle for a fight’. To have got here they passed the old Cathedral. Did they glimpse it as a relic - exploded by incendiary, ostracised in dubiety, seen fit to feature only in the focus and snap of foreign tourists? It is two days before Ramadan. Tonight Tornados will tear between the Euphrates and Tigris to illuminate Babylon... live on CNN. At the top of the hill I pause, staring at stained glass fragments still suspended in the apex of frames and view snacking office workers, seated upon the benches that have replaced the pews.

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Mar 31, 2010

Mar 31, 2010 at 12:30 PM UTC

nicholas-ripley

Coventry Cathedral

I’m walking up hilltop, two men pass, one says, 'Fuck the French, they never have the bottle for a fight’. To have got here they passed the old Cathedral. Did they glimpse it as a relic - exploded by incendiary, ostracised in dubiety, seen fit to feature only in the focus and snap of foreign tourists? It is two days before Ramadan. Tonight Tornados will tear between the Euphrates and Tigris to illuminate Babylon... live on CNN. At the top of the hill I pause, staring at stained glass fragments still suspended in the apex of frames and view snacking office workers, seated upon the benches that have replaced the pews.

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Suspicious milk There when I got home In a tub Surrounded by water Or milk blood Ostracised from the fridge Left alone to die Why? Did you commit milk atrocities? ****** innocent milk bottles? Or maybe you're a secret agent The names skimmed Semi-skimmed He's like the FBI in your fridge! He's like the CIA on your cereal! He's like the MI5 for your cookies! Did you get all that Full fat? After those Oreos! With their twisting Licking Dunking Dunking their souls into the blood of our young Or maybe not Cow juice, alone on the breakfast bar Not that far Milk on the sill, defrosting. Watching.

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Aug 16, 2013

Aug 16, 2013 at 4:26 AM UTC

An Ode to the suspicious milk I found in my kitchen this morning

Suspicious milk There when I got home In a tub Surrounded by water Or milk blood Ostracised from the fridge Left alone to die Why? Did you commit milk atrocities? ****** innocent milk bottles? Or maybe you're a secret agent The names skimmed Semi-skimmed He's like the FBI in your fridge! He's like the CIA on your cereal! He's like the MI5 for your cookies! Did you get all that Full fat? After those Oreos! With their twisting Licking Dunking Dunking their souls into the blood of our young Or maybe not Cow juice, alone on the breakfast bar Not that far Milk on the sill, defrosting. Watching.

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Are you a cat or bird, devil or saint? Villain and victim, dichotic romantic, bruised and beaten, ostracised. Bruised and beaten, demonised. A willow bending against cruel fashion's wind. A thousand storms of impotent hate, jealousies and malignant complaints. Rain like sonnets before the deaf! As your gifts are pearl before swine. And yet thy brow is regal still. The profile of a demon prince - no matter what shape taketh the face. Be thou Quasimodo or Adonis by fate. Whose smile has lit a thousand candles in thankless, bitter hearts, and fires in the hearths of freaks who need but a spark to break the leash. Or art thou Prince of Cats? Yearning for the freedom to roam, to hunt. Seeking pleasure, his mistresses pats. The enemy of closed doors and cold paws. Or could thou be a bird? Clipped wings, a gilded cage, whose song can only go so far. If not let to glide into the night, to rise, to greet the dawn with bleary, satisfied eyes. Of one who has been given the chance to soar! Or else to wilt, and yowl no more.

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Dec 26, 2015

Dec 26, 2015 at 9:25 PM UTC

masque-de-moriaty

Are you a cat or bird, devil or saint? Villain and victim, dichotic romantic, bruised and beaten, ostracised. Bruised and beaten, demonised. A willow bending against cruel fashion's wind. A thousand storms of impotent hate, jealousies and malignant complaints. Rain like sonnets before the deaf! As your gifts are pearl before swine. And yet thy brow is regal still. The profile of a demon prince - no matter what shape taketh the face. Be thou Quasimodo or Adonis by fate. Whose smile has lit a thousand candles in thankless, bitter hearts, and fires in the hearths of freaks who need but a spark to break the leash. Or art thou Prince of Cats? Yearning for the freedom to roam, to hunt. Seeking pleasure, his mistresses pats. The enemy of closed doors and cold paws. Or could thou be a bird? Clipped wings, a gilded cage, whose song can only go so far. If not let to glide into the night, to rise, to greet the dawn with bleary, satisfied eyes. Of one who has been given the chance to soar! Or else to wilt, and yowl no more.

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**Borne on waves of solar wind the void of space he navigates ostracised, sails the sky searching the night with polarised eyes. With beckoning gaze, his look forlorn watching the world float in space off-ground-tigs plays he alone for has no friends to call his own. Muddy puddles and oceans reflect mellow cheese, veined with blue marred complexion, acne faced through scudding clouds, plays peek-a-boo. As old as time, a crescent smile grinning the grin of a Cheshire cat a melon slice, a boomarang thrown into orbit, returns again. Without our friend where would we be the darkest nights through eternity no tide to pull the ocean blue no romance, for me or you. ... ... ...**

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Apr 30, 2011

Apr 30, 2011 at 12:45 AM UTC

... Under A Gibbous Moon ...

**Borne on waves of solar wind the void of space he navigates ostracised, sails the sky searching the night with polarised eyes. With beckoning gaze, his look forlorn watching the world float in space off-ground-tigs plays he alone for has no friends to call his own. Muddy puddles and oceans reflect mellow cheese, veined with blue marred complexion, acne faced through scudding clouds, plays peek-a-boo. As old as time, a crescent smile grinning the grin of a Cheshire cat a melon slice, a boomarang thrown into orbit, returns again. Without our friend where would we be the darkest nights through eternity no tide to pull the ocean blue no romance, for me or you. ... ... ...**

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. *There is a man with only one hand, in the 3rd eye of Buddha he learnt about clapping. There is a woman with only one heart, in the land ruled by men she retained her compassion. There is a man with only one eye, in the land of the blind he was ostracised. There is a mind with only one thought, in the land of the banal it treasures imagination.* © Pagan Paul (19/10/16)

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Mar 17, 2017

Mar 17, 2017 at 3:46 PM UTC

. *There is a man with only one hand, in the 3rd eye of Buddha he learnt about clapping. There is a woman with only one heart, in the land ruled by men she retained her compassion. There is a man with only one eye, in the land of the blind he was ostracised. There is a mind with only one thought, in the land of the banal it treasures imagination.* © Pagan Paul (19/10/16)

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I feel unsafe now, even though I'm not in that place. He really does trump them all, doesn't he - the bigots and fascists, homophobes and racists alike. He is going to lead them and unite his country in hatred against us. We are becoming afraid again, the lost and the ostracised, so we will hide from the people who will reverse our progression into the light and lock us in the darkness of a conservative world. But it will not be enough. They will find us, they will shame us and they will neglect us, sending us back to the fear and danger of being free. They will tear our wings from our backs and leave us to die, bloodied and trampled, in the dust that is settling on our "freedom".

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Jan 31, 2017

Jan 31, 2017 at 3:32 AM UTC

I feel unsafe now, even though I'm not in that place. He really does trump them all, doesn't he - the bigots and fascists, homophobes and racists alike. He is going to lead them and unite his country in hatred against us. We are becoming afraid again, the lost and the ostracised, so we will hide from the people who will reverse our progression into the light and lock us in the darkness of a conservative world. But it will not be enough. They will find us, they will shame us and they will neglect us, sending us back to the fear and danger of being free. They will tear our wings from our backs and leave us to die, bloodied and trampled, in the dust that is settling on our "freedom".

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So what do you think of me? You think I don't try? well I try oh my god do I try do I cry always lie, you think I'm reclusive elusive aloof and kloof You think I like it that way, solitude every day, think I don't care to talk or catchup to you and walk you think there's a reason I don't and haven't socialized, well It's because I'm being terrorized. You can't see it not from where you sit step in my shoes feel what it's like to lose see the earth on fire trapped on a spire a hero holding arms out too petrified to jump or shout, you know where safety lies but black rain falls from black skies and you're not sure if those arms are for you or another in need of rescue too. So hear what it's like with nowhere to hike overcome by a thousand eternal flame that make you think you're to blame that you feel this way because you set the fire it got out of control only growing higher, you feel ostracised and unwanted, hated ugly and shameful and jaunted. You live in fear it's all your fault, growth maturity and experiences put on halt, post traumatic stress a scared, shameful child and nothing less. So what do you think of me? think I don't try I don't care nothing behind my blank stare, well there's everything behind these eyes; apocalypse covered in flies bruises and scars heart to the stars a longing shiver pristine liver paranoia and neglect depression can't forget a pig reflect insignificant insect -So what do you think of me, look and tell me what you see, and for you I can guarantee, nothing is as it should be.

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Nov 29, 2014

Nov 29, 2014 at 3:08 PM UTC

So what do you think of me? You think I don't try? well I try oh my god do I try do I cry always lie, you think I'm reclusive elusive aloof and kloof You think I like it that way, solitude every day, think I don't care to talk or catchup to you and walk you think there's a reason I don't and haven't socialized, well It's because I'm being terrorized. You can't see it not from where you sit step in my shoes feel what it's like to lose see the earth on fire trapped on a spire a hero holding arms out too petrified to jump or shout, you know where safety lies but black rain falls from black skies and you're not sure if those arms are for you or another in need of rescue too. So hear what it's like with nowhere to hike overcome by a thousand eternal flame that make you think you're to blame that you feel this way because you set the fire it got out of control only growing higher, you feel ostracised and unwanted, hated ugly and shameful and jaunted. You live in fear it's all your fault, growth maturity and experiences put on halt, post traumatic stress a scared, shameful child and nothing less. So what do you think of me? think I don't try I don't care nothing behind my blank stare, well there's everything behind these eyes; apocalypse covered in flies bruises and scars heart to the stars a longing shiver pristine liver paranoia and neglect depression can't forget a pig reflect insignificant insect -So what do you think of me, look and tell me what you see, and for you I can guarantee, nothing is as it should be.

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I wander now in the wilderness, in the woods on deserted paths between villages greeted by strangers welcomed by humble folk but welcomed at no Lord’s castle rejected by Masters and Authorities shunned by those in Position, in Step ostracised and kept in the distance by Establishment the lonely all-embracing tree offers me shade the narrow cave accepts me in the night a kind wife and her man offer me part of the meal they have prepared for their children the Order harries me on I have to keep moving And nothing in my past condemns me in the present nor does it save me All that I’ve learned is become my burden All that I’ve loved I’ve grown to hate Of my own life I’ve made my straitjacket and in my footsteps you read The Sutra of the Outsider

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Sep 4, 2012

Sep 4, 2012 at 9:43 AM UTC

dhukka of the ronin

I wander now in the wilderness, in the woods on deserted paths between villages greeted by strangers welcomed by humble folk but welcomed at no Lord’s castle rejected by Masters and Authorities shunned by those in Position, in Step ostracised and kept in the distance by Establishment the lonely all-embracing tree offers me shade the narrow cave accepts me in the night a kind wife and her man offer me part of the meal they have prepared for their children the Order harries me on I have to keep moving And nothing in my past condemns me in the present nor does it save me All that I’ve learned is become my burden All that I’ve loved I’ve grown to hate Of my own life I’ve made my straitjacket and in my footsteps you read The Sutra of the Outsider

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With every breath I feel the kryptonite continue to smother my heart Slowly but surely In this miracle This is my part The ostracised great kid It is then that you're at your pinnacle You've always been my hero But you're the first The first hero I know To hurt your followers Except I've always been your only follower Since the day you took my hand And walked me through the forest, tight gripped When we got to the desert It took it's scorching toll on you And your grip got weak You forgot that there was a child holding onto you with his life Even though you trudge Along I know you'll get to the end And when you do I hope you'll still love me when we reach the forests again Even though your Monday-blue eyes look at me And send me spiralling down into psychosis All the way down I'll send you gamma ray messages Saying, I'll always love you. My hero

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Apr 7, 2015

Apr 7, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC

magnus-robinson

With every breath I feel the kryptonite continue to smother my heart Slowly but surely In this miracle This is my part The ostracised great kid It is then that you're at your pinnacle You've always been my hero But you're the first The first hero I know To hurt your followers Except I've always been your only follower Since the day you took my hand And walked me through the forest, tight gripped When we got to the desert It took it's scorching toll on you And your grip got weak You forgot that there was a child holding onto you with his life Even though you trudge Along I know you'll get to the end And when you do I hope you'll still love me when we reach the forests again Even though your Monday-blue eyes look at me And send me spiralling down into psychosis All the way down I'll send you gamma ray messages Saying, I'll always love you. My hero

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Is there anyone Who doesn't cut In the middle of the night And hides their scars Underneath bracelets And baggy sweaters But feels sad, suicidal, Crying in bed, Losing hope in life? Is there anyone Who doesn't starve Or force herself to puke With a mind that Condemns every bit of fat But feels Insecure, Thinks herself as ugly? Is there anyone Who isn't ostracised, Mocked, bullied, Betrayed But still feels alone, Left out, Out of place? Is there anyone Who's neither here Nor there? Is there anyone else Like me?

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Apr 25, 2014

Apr 25, 2014 at 5:13 AM UTC

Is there anyone Who doesn't cut In the middle of the night And hides their scars Underneath bracelets And baggy sweaters But feels sad, suicidal, Crying in bed, Losing hope in life? Is there anyone Who doesn't starve Or force herself to puke With a mind that Condemns every bit of fat But feels Insecure, Thinks herself as ugly? Is there anyone Who isn't ostracised, Mocked, bullied, Betrayed But still feels alone, Left out, Out of place? Is there anyone Who's neither here Nor there? Is there anyone else Like me?

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When the pressure rises and the questioning blares When the assumptions fly and the fear of being ostracised glares When the fear of loneliness comes into play Or the possibility of failure that comes to stay The risk of not being able to blame anyone but you The guilt and ‘told you so’ that will ensue Will it overweigh your desire to be free And overwhelm your desire to be a wolf among sheep Will it crush your dreams of being unique I wonder which path will you seek

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Jun 7, 2021

Jun 7, 2021 at 9:20 PM UTC

Scared of Dreaming

When the pressure rises and the questioning blares When the assumptions fly and the fear of being ostracised glares When the fear of loneliness comes into play Or the possibility of failure that comes to stay The risk of not being able to blame anyone but you The guilt and ‘told you so’ that will ensue Will it overweigh your desire to be free And overwhelm your desire to be a wolf among sheep Will it crush your dreams of being unique I wonder which path will you seek

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So What Really Is WISE... In These CRAZY Times... ?!? Because It... DOESN’T Seem Wise... To Now Speak Your Mind... If You’re The Type... Who Thinks Outside... of The Mainstream Box... And Dares To Speak of Blood Clots... !!! Or of... ADVERSE Affects... !!! Because It Seems Most Heads... Will Now Get... UPSET... !!! If What You Stress... Is To... Take A Sec.......... BEFORE You Accept... A Jab To Protect... Yourself From What’s Said... To Be Causing Deaths... By World Governments... Who Now Seem HELL BENT... On FORCING Vaccines... On... EVERYBODY... !!! Because of This Disease... That’s Now Causing Distress... ... Across CONTINENTS... !!! But I Digress... Is It Really Wise... To Believe Headlines... That Seem To Define... That We’ll All Be Fine... If We... VACCINATE... !!! And Choose To Replace... Freedom of Choice... With Losing Our Voice... To Disagree... With The Use of Vaccines... Is It Wise To Pick Fights... With Those Now Inclined... To Toe The Line... of... New Guidelines... ?!? That Keep Getting Changed... Pretty Much EVERY DAY... !?! One Day They Say... You Should Walk This Way... But Then Tell You To WAIT... The Very NEXT Day... ?!? Because of Viral Strains... RISING Once Again... !!! Doesn’t That Seem STRANGE... ?!? Is It Wise To Believe... What The Media Feeds... About World Problems... And What Really Goes On... In Times Like These... Where Controls Now Seem... To Be Being INCREASED... !?! Is It Wise To Speak... If You DON'T Agree... With The People Who Lead... ... Our Societies... Because Unless Your One... of The Millionaires Club... It Now Doesn’t Seem Like... Your Opinions Will Fly... And You May Well Find... Yourself... Ostracised... If You Don’t Comply... With What Your Told... By Those Who Control... !!! Is It Wise To Think... That You KNOW EVERYTHING... ?!? Well Clearly... NOT... !!! When You’re NOT A Part... of Government Plots... That Are Those That Chart... A Whole NEW PATH... Where We’re Now Bound... By Infection Sounds... Cos’ They’re On The Rise... !!! Yes They’re ON THE RISE... !!! " So Get IMMUNISED ! And You’ll Be Fine ! " Is The Line On REWIND... On Mainstream Headlines... !!! But That’s NOT Quite Right... When These Pharma Guys... Can’t Seem To Decide... If What They Inject... Will FULLY PROTECT... And Stop You From Getting... Infected... AGAIN... ?!? So Does It Really Make Sense... Or... Is It Wise... ?!? To Stand In Line... And Then Take A Shot... If You Feel Fine... And Have NOT Got... Any Health Issues... ?!? And What of Our YOUTH... Is It Wise To ASSUME... That They Need Shots TOO... If They’ve Got... NO FLU... ?!? I Don’t Have A Clue... ??? But When You Think It Through... Do All These Moves... Seem WISE To You... ?!? It’s A Time To Be WISE... I Think You’ll Find... But If You Think... It’s Wise To Submit... To Media Scripts... Then Do Your Thing... And Get Injected... !!! But Recognise... That It Could Be Your Life... That You’re Putting On The Line... ?!? So I’ll Ask This Question... Just... One More Time... !!! When It Comes To Our Lives... And Controls Now Imposed... By Government Tribes... Who Are Known To Contrive... And Then Hide Behind... A WHOLE WORLD of LiES... !!! When It Comes To The Things... That They CLAIM To Be RIGHT... When You Take Time To THINK... About Doing What It Is... That They Are DEMANDING... !!! My Question Is THIS.... “ Do You Think It’s Wise ?!? “...

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Sep 27, 2021

Sep 27, 2021 at 10:38 PM UTC

“Do You Think It’s Wise” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 16/6/2021

So What Really Is WISE... In These CRAZY Times... ?!? Because It... DOESN’T Seem Wise... To Now Speak Your Mind... If You’re The Type... Who Thinks Outside... of The Mainstream Box... And Dares To Speak of Blood Clots... !!! Or of... ADVERSE Affects... !!! Because It Seems Most Heads... Will Now Get... UPSET... !!! If What You Stress... Is To... Take A Sec.......... BEFORE You Accept... A Jab To Protect... Yourself From What’s Said... To Be Causing Deaths... By World Governments... Who Now Seem HELL BENT... On FORCING Vaccines... On... EVERYBODY... !!! Because of This Disease... That’s Now Causing Distress... ... Across CONTINENTS... !!! But I Digress... Is It Really Wise... To Believe Headlines... That Seem To Define... That We’ll All Be Fine... If We... VACCINATE... !!! And Choose To Replace... Freedom of Choice... With Losing Our Voice... To Disagree... With The Use of Vaccines... Is It Wise To Pick Fights... With Those Now Inclined... To Toe The Line... of... New Guidelines... ?!? That Keep Getting Changed... Pretty Much EVERY DAY... !?! One Day They Say... You Should Walk This Way... But Then Tell You To WAIT... The Very NEXT Day... ?!? Because of Viral Strains... RISING Once Again... !!! Doesn’t That Seem STRANGE... ?!? Is It Wise To Believe... What The Media Feeds... About World Problems... And What Really Goes On... In Times Like These... Where Controls Now Seem... To Be Being INCREASED... !?! Is It Wise To Speak... If You DON'T Agree... With The People Who Lead... ... Our Societies... Because Unless Your One... of The Millionaires Club... It Now Doesn’t Seem Like... Your Opinions Will Fly... And You May Well Find... Yourself... Ostracised... If You Don’t Comply... With What Your Told... By Those Who Control... !!! Is It Wise To Think... That You KNOW EVERYTHING... ?!? Well Clearly... NOT... !!! When You’re NOT A Part... of Government Plots... That Are Those That Chart... A Whole NEW PATH... Where We’re Now Bound... By Infection Sounds... Cos’ They’re On The Rise... !!! Yes They’re ON THE RISE... !!! " So Get IMMUNISED ! And You’ll Be Fine ! " Is The Line On REWIND... On Mainstream Headlines... !!! But That’s NOT Quite Right... When These Pharma Guys... Can’t Seem To Decide... If What They Inject... Will FULLY PROTECT... And Stop You From Getting... Infected... AGAIN... ?!? So Does It Really Make Sense... Or... Is It Wise... ?!? To Stand In Line... And Then Take A Shot... If You Feel Fine... And Have NOT Got... Any Health Issues... ?!? And What of Our YOUTH... Is It Wise To ASSUME... That They Need Shots TOO... If They’ve Got... NO FLU... ?!? I Don’t Have A Clue... ??? But When You Think It Through... Do All These Moves... Seem WISE To You... ?!? It’s A Time To Be WISE... I Think You’ll Find... But If You Think... It’s Wise To Submit... To Media Scripts... Then Do Your Thing... And Get Injected... !!! But Recognise... That It Could Be Your Life... That You’re Putting On The Line... ?!? So I’ll Ask This Question... Just... One More Time... !!! When It Comes To Our Lives... And Controls Now Imposed... By Government Tribes... Who Are Known To Contrive... And Then Hide Behind... A WHOLE WORLD of LiES... !!! When It Comes To The Things... That They CLAIM To Be RIGHT... When You Take Time To THINK... About Doing What It Is... That They Are DEMANDING... !!! My Question Is THIS.... “ Do You Think It’s Wise ?!? “...

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The truth that we thought was the truth fell like the pack of lies that it was and the odds that we thought were even, were even more crooked than that. So we dropped off the radar and went under the grid and slid off the end of the rainbow. Same thing there gold everywhere and diamonds that coloured our eyes. In the morning after the morning last night still tight with the alcohol, coke and some Demerol we glued back the curtains to look at the sky, it was raining. And I know it always rains in February, but something told me that Summer was on the way. Being criticised constantly and ostracised eventually September seemed like a good time to go but as it's dry now think I'll try now to rejoin the hive, staying alive is easy it's the living that's hard.

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May 11, 2016

May 11, 2016 at 2:57 PM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

The truth that we thought was the truth fell like the pack of lies that it was and the odds that we thought were even, were even more crooked than that. So we dropped off the radar and went under the grid and slid off the end of the rainbow. Same thing there gold everywhere and diamonds that coloured our eyes. In the morning after the morning last night still tight with the alcohol, coke and some Demerol we glued back the curtains to look at the sky, it was raining. And I know it always rains in February, but something told me that Summer was on the way. Being criticised constantly and ostracised eventually September seemed like a good time to go but as it's dry now think I'll try now to rejoin the hive, staying alive is easy it's the living that's hard.

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Mission Impossible Your mission should you choose to accept it? May be tougher than total disease eradicated Slower than abolition of third word poverty No pinnacle as high as a career in true poetry You will be deprived of all satellite navigation Ostracised b friends n fair weather neighbours Unarmed just words are your feeble protection Your existence denied , should they ever get u Let me warn you my brave poet friend Take heed, you may think it no problem Write all this free verse indeed w’ a vengeance But once your outside defending fair maidens Vanity n pride are left behind at your station Your mind be clogged with a million quotations This text , it destructs thru your own hesitation Poet laureate you are not in my estimation. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written by Philip. 1st November 2018.

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Nov 1, 2018

Nov 1, 2018 at 4:53 AM UTC

philip-winchester

Mission impossible.

Mission Impossible Your mission should you choose to accept it? May be tougher than total disease eradicated Slower than abolition of third word poverty No pinnacle as high as a career in true poetry You will be deprived of all satellite navigation Ostracised b friends n fair weather neighbours Unarmed just words are your feeble protection Your existence denied , should they ever get u Let me warn you my brave poet friend Take heed, you may think it no problem Write all this free verse indeed w’ a vengeance But once your outside defending fair maidens Vanity n pride are left behind at your station Your mind be clogged with a million quotations This text , it destructs thru your own hesitation Poet laureate you are not in my estimation. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written by Philip. 1st November 2018.

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Frozen in place I stood, A deer caught in a hunter’s crosshair. I never thought you would, But you did; you killed me, right there. I am angry at myself, most of all; For staying when I should have left, For not dodging the bullet and taking the fall. Twice now, I found myself broken; Carelessly adrift in life, Like a raft on the ocean. Too much pain this chest, These monsters in my head Feel like an obstacle I cannot best. I don’t just want to be loved; I want us all to love and understand one another. ‘It’s not possible, we’re too different,’ Those who wish to rebuttal will answer. No, that is the distant path you chose, I choose to keep my humanity close. And yet, I cannot stop the terrifying flashbacks. You made me feel like a train veering off its tracks. Like a bridge that leads to a precipice, Nothing but a cold, dark abyss. Meet the millennials - The most criticised generation, Suffering from emotional stagnation, Raised on a steady diet of instant gratification. ‘What do you want, then?’ I want us to feel the soil with our bare feet. To associate freely with others we meet, Not bow down to the pretension of the elite. To embrace our soul, Not shun it and drive it into a locked room; To retrace our role, Not simply run our life’s course to its doom. We are being led astray, Our hopes and dreams hidden away. We have no room for thought, little to say, For few want to go out of their way. No criticism, no originality - No witticism, no vitality. We are criticised for criticising, And we are ostracised when we act defying. We are the paralysed; Our fears leave us immobilised, Anxiety and depression, Killing variety of expression. We languish in prisons That we build for ourselves in our own head; We have nightmarish visions, Like a guild of the living dead.

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Sep 12, 2018

Sep 12, 2018 at 6:57 AM UTC

Frozen in place I stood, A deer caught in a hunter’s crosshair. I never thought you would, But you did; you killed me, right there. I am angry at myself, most of all; For staying when I should have left, For not dodging the bullet and taking the fall. Twice now, I found myself broken; Carelessly adrift in life, Like a raft on the ocean. Too much pain this chest, These monsters in my head Feel like an obstacle I cannot best. I don’t just want to be loved; I want us all to love and understand one another. ‘It’s not possible, we’re too different,’ Those who wish to rebuttal will answer. No, that is the distant path you chose, I choose to keep my humanity close. And yet, I cannot stop the terrifying flashbacks. You made me feel like a train veering off its tracks. Like a bridge that leads to a precipice, Nothing but a cold, dark abyss. Meet the millennials - The most criticised generation, Suffering from emotional stagnation, Raised on a steady diet of instant gratification. ‘What do you want, then?’ I want us to feel the soil with our bare feet. To associate freely with others we meet, Not bow down to the pretension of the elite. To embrace our soul, Not shun it and drive it into a locked room; To retrace our role, Not simply run our life’s course to its doom. We are being led astray, Our hopes and dreams hidden away. We have no room for thought, little to say, For few want to go out of their way. No criticism, no originality - No witticism, no vitality. We are criticised for criticising, And we are ostracised when we act defying. We are the paralysed; Our fears leave us immobilised, Anxiety and depression, Killing variety of expression. We languish in prisons That we build for ourselves in our own head; We have nightmarish visions, Like a guild of the living dead.

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I've been so lonely; My body now enjoys the feeling of being only. It's almost like my soul has become numb And it don't care no'more Because this love that you promised me Doesn't seem to exist at all And apparently there's a fee; I get to watch what it feels like to belong While I sit amongst everyone and yet feel alone.

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Dec 24, 2014

Dec 24, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC

magnus-robinson

I've been so lonely; My body now enjoys the feeling of being only. It's almost like my soul has become numb And it don't care no'more Because this love that you promised me Doesn't seem to exist at all And apparently there's a fee; I get to watch what it feels like to belong While I sit amongst everyone and yet feel alone.

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Why? Why does the homeless man starve? Why am I stuck, hungry and alone In this niche I’m trying to carve? Why? Why does the world avoid acknowledging reason? Why is the thinker ostracised, Nay, persecuted, like a rebel hung for treason? Why? Why does the neurotic partner abuse the other? Why do we lose our **** And become violent like a wife-beating, drunken father? Why? Why do we poison ourselves? Why do we smoke, snort, shoot up and drink? Why do we abuse our temple, Like a supernova’s collapse, on the brink Of wiping out us And everything around us. If I had to answer All of these burning questions I could do so with one stroke, No concessions; We are purposeless and disconnected. We are infected, A sickness that eats one on the inside Like an ingestion of bisulphide – This sickness I speak of Is a sickness of the mind and the heart; It is the reason for dying art The reason everything feels Like we’re on our way to hell on an express cart. This greed, this marauder of souls Swallowing us all, we become Sentient, wandering, black holes Destined To consume everything. Trying to fill up the void The one on the inside, The one that has destroyed Our sense of communal love. This anxiety, this harbinger of malevolence Even in benevolence It finds a way to ruin things. It can befall even the greatest of all, No one is immune, not even kings. Anxiety Is the culmination of our fears It is a beast that will leave you in tears It is rooted In our fear of the unknown This terror Of setting out, alone. Alone, we are afraid. Greed Is easier to fulfil It is far easier To harbour ill will To shoot and **** To hunt down, to chase the thrill Of feeling superior. Together? Together, Our planet, our lives, Everything can be better.

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Apr 23, 2018

Apr 23, 2018 at 4:32 PM UTC

Why? Why does the homeless man starve? Why am I stuck, hungry and alone In this niche I’m trying to carve? Why? Why does the world avoid acknowledging reason? Why is the thinker ostracised, Nay, persecuted, like a rebel hung for treason? Why? Why does the neurotic partner abuse the other? Why do we lose our **** And become violent like a wife-beating, drunken father? Why? Why do we poison ourselves? Why do we smoke, snort, shoot up and drink? Why do we abuse our temple, Like a supernova’s collapse, on the brink Of wiping out us And everything around us. If I had to answer All of these burning questions I could do so with one stroke, No concessions; We are purposeless and disconnected. We are infected, A sickness that eats one on the inside Like an ingestion of bisulphide – This sickness I speak of Is a sickness of the mind and the heart; It is the reason for dying art The reason everything feels Like we’re on our way to hell on an express cart. This greed, this marauder of souls Swallowing us all, we become Sentient, wandering, black holes Destined To consume everything. Trying to fill up the void The one on the inside, The one that has destroyed Our sense of communal love. This anxiety, this harbinger of malevolence Even in benevolence It finds a way to ruin things. It can befall even the greatest of all, No one is immune, not even kings. Anxiety Is the culmination of our fears It is a beast that will leave you in tears It is rooted In our fear of the unknown This terror Of setting out, alone. Alone, we are afraid. Greed Is easier to fulfil It is far easier To harbour ill will To shoot and **** To hunt down, to chase the thrill Of feeling superior. Together? Together, Our planet, our lives, Everything can be better.

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mermaid i was happy, my soul intoxicated euphorically i get to talk to you, get to see you smile my mind It etched portraits of us every sadness in me, my mind ostracised just by seeing your tall figure. that one fight, that one fault. i regret it till this day, nothing was the same after that, i wish i could swim away from this, make you forget, a tale of mermaid being turned to bubbles, that's what I imagined. I hurt you, i disappointed you. I should turn to sea bubbles, popped when being touched, soft and harmless, that way, i know I won't hurt you, because everytime i try to carress you, smile definitely paints on your face i disappear, but with your smile captured on my last glance. - kimin

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May 24, 2018

May 24, 2018 at 6:32 AM UTC

mermaid i was happy, my soul intoxicated euphorically i get to talk to you, get to see you smile my mind It etched portraits of us every sadness in me, my mind ostracised just by seeing your tall figure. that one fight, that one fault. i regret it till this day, nothing was the same after that, i wish i could swim away from this, make you forget, a tale of mermaid being turned to bubbles, that's what I imagined. I hurt you, i disappointed you. I should turn to sea bubbles, popped when being touched, soft and harmless, that way, i know I won't hurt you, because everytime i try to carress you, smile definitely paints on your face i disappear, but with your smile captured on my last glance. - kimin

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My my, how things change in a year, from going from no-one to one, you, Yes, You, who I hold dear, You are stuck between my teeth, Fixed in my eyes, You're making me weak, My strength you're depleting, I'm fading away, Too quickly, I'm groping, Ostracised by a phantom, He is real, he hides inside my head, He really is there, He's lucky, So lucky that I can bother to find the time, to waste on one so dismal, and so dark, and then I remember times in the park, hopping on stepping stones, while hiding his bottle in my coat, He's getting rather frisky, As I hold onto his whisky, Protecting his heart of gold, inside my summer jacket, You're not allowed to drink outdoors, all of his assets hidden under my clothes! (C) Livvi

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May 21, 2014

May 21, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC

Our afternoon by the river

My my, how things change in a year, from going from no-one to one, you, Yes, You, who I hold dear, You are stuck between my teeth, Fixed in my eyes, You're making me weak, My strength you're depleting, I'm fading away, Too quickly, I'm groping, Ostracised by a phantom, He is real, he hides inside my head, He really is there, He's lucky, So lucky that I can bother to find the time, to waste on one so dismal, and so dark, and then I remember times in the park, hopping on stepping stones, while hiding his bottle in my coat, He's getting rather frisky, As I hold onto his whisky, Protecting his heart of gold, inside my summer jacket, You're not allowed to drink outdoors, all of his assets hidden under my clothes! (C) Livvi

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2007 Look. ( those with eyes to see) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Look alive this day could be your last. Look not a gift horse in the mouth. Look not blue if happy times are past Look through rosy glasses if in doubt. Look in back,you’ll turn to pillared salt Look one direction n paddle other way. Look daggers at the man who is at fault Look for that needle in a stack of hay. Look,behold your words. Speak your mind TODAY. Written by Philip Posted 30/10/2018. 2007 June 5th. Mission Impossible Your mission should you choose to accept it? May be tougher than total disease eradicated Slower than abolition of third word poverty No pinnacle as high as a career in true poetry You will be deprived of all satellite navigation Ostracised b friends n fair weather neighbours Unarmed just words are your feeble protection Your existence denied , should they ever get u Let me warn you my brave poet friend Take heed, you may think it no problem Write all this free verse indeed w’ a vengeance But once your outside defending fair maidens Vanity n pride are left behind at your station Your mind be clogged with a million quotations This text , it destructs thru your own hesitation Poet laureate you are not in my estimation. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written by Philip. 1st November 2018.

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Nov 13, 2018

Nov 13, 2018 at 3:24 PM UTC

Look ~ Mission Impossible.

2007 Look. ( those with eyes to see) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Look alive this day could be your last. Look not a gift horse in the mouth. Look not blue if happy times are past Look through rosy glasses if in doubt. Look in back,you’ll turn to pillared salt Look one direction n paddle other way. Look daggers at the man who is at fault Look for that needle in a stack of hay. Look,behold your words. Speak your mind TODAY. Written by Philip Posted 30/10/2018. 2007 June 5th. Mission Impossible Your mission should you choose to accept it? May be tougher than total disease eradicated Slower than abolition of third word poverty No pinnacle as high as a career in true poetry You will be deprived of all satellite navigation Ostracised b friends n fair weather neighbours Unarmed just words are your feeble protection Your existence denied , should they ever get u Let me warn you my brave poet friend Take heed, you may think it no problem Write all this free verse indeed w’ a vengeance But once your outside defending fair maidens Vanity n pride are left behind at your station Your mind be clogged with a million quotations This text , it destructs thru your own hesitation Poet laureate you are not in my estimation. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written by Philip. 1st November 2018.

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Classic classroom with plastic juices It’s never safe and sound here cause The bar’s set in the ground. Since I started I felt ostracised Left in the corner I would criticize The giants in the sky. So time flies by As my friends get high On legal drugs handed out for free. I ride by with a breeze. With this luck I could buy a group of escorts with STDs. Pointless ointment Rubbing wounds that you created. Hold on to that statement. Do you hear yourself? You’re suffocating! Give yourself a reason to wake up just one more day! Little by little we can change reality. But first, we need to get off this island So sailing out to sea, let’s leave.

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May 10, 2018

May 10, 2018 at 1:54 PM UTC

Classic classroom with plastic juices It’s never safe and sound here cause The bar’s set in the ground. Since I started I felt ostracised Left in the corner I would criticize The giants in the sky. So time flies by As my friends get high On legal drugs handed out for free. I ride by with a breeze. With this luck I could buy a group of escorts with STDs. Pointless ointment Rubbing wounds that you created. Hold on to that statement. Do you hear yourself? You’re suffocating! Give yourself a reason to wake up just one more day! Little by little we can change reality. But first, we need to get off this island So sailing out to sea, let’s leave.

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I'm back, after a 45 year absence, part fugitive, part ostracised, part exile. " A lot has changed, since you left " As if it needed to be brought to my attention. It is what remains, is of interest to me, because the only constant in life is change. No points for that I am afraid. Becoming American and having a nice day, with the same climate as was here when I left, is not the attraction one think's it is. The Clock House is no longer reading five past six, the iconic time it read as I was parting. A semaphoric symbolism, which verbalised, meant, get to hell out of here, a request, rather than a friendly suggestion. So, what's home if everything has been altered, including myself, as I no longer drink! Hmmm let me think ?? Buckley Brothers on Tuckey Hill, is still here, the last bastion of the Mallow I remember. An oasis for sentiment, nostalgia, tradition, where one can still look, for what, you are not expecting to find, (time), the essence of our being, where the lost protocol of our past, is still practiced, politely. Ps. Buckley Brothers is a hardware in Mallow County Cork Ireland. If it could be Trip Advised, 5*.

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Jul 12, 2019

Jul 12, 2019 at 9:11 AM UTC

I'm back, after a 45 year absence, part fugitive, part ostracised, part exile. " A lot has changed, since you left " As if it needed to be brought to my attention. It is what remains, is of interest to me, because the only constant in life is change. No points for that I am afraid. Becoming American and having a nice day, with the same climate as was here when I left, is not the attraction one think's it is. The Clock House is no longer reading five past six, the iconic time it read as I was parting. A semaphoric symbolism, which verbalised, meant, get to hell out of here, a request, rather than a friendly suggestion. So, what's home if everything has been altered, including myself, as I no longer drink! Hmmm let me think ?? Buckley Brothers on Tuckey Hill, is still here, the last bastion of the Mallow I remember. An oasis for sentiment, nostalgia, tradition, where one can still look, for what, you are not expecting to find, (time), the essence of our being, where the lost protocol of our past, is still practiced, politely. Ps. Buckley Brothers is a hardware in Mallow County Cork Ireland. If it could be Trip Advised, 5*.

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The world is at its evil state The weak are abused, the extraordinary share their fate People are being hurt, assaulted, and killed By rapists and murderers the world has been built Standing on the shoulders of evil Our cornerstones are rotten Rarely there's a true upheaval Brave victims are silence, ostracised, forgotten The rich keep getting richer The poor are dying from starvation We chose Ignorance as our trusted preacher As we silently despise half of our own nation Words of abuse are thrown at the others with ease For their gender, their minds, their desired lover Protesters are beaten up by governmental police Why can't we be kind to one another? The world of humans is a castle of sand It's bound to crumble Our self-inflicted injuries can never fully mend Humans are taught to be egoistic, not humble Just stop... Stop being so dense Uproot evil and throw it away Tear down that wall, tear down that fence And listen respectfully to what other people say

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Apr 6, 2021

Apr 6, 2021 at 11:37 AM UTC

The world is at its evil state

The world is at its evil state The weak are abused, the extraordinary share their fate People are being hurt, assaulted, and killed By rapists and murderers the world has been built Standing on the shoulders of evil Our cornerstones are rotten Rarely there's a true upheaval Brave victims are silence, ostracised, forgotten The rich keep getting richer The poor are dying from starvation We chose Ignorance as our trusted preacher As we silently despise half of our own nation Words of abuse are thrown at the others with ease For their gender, their minds, their desired lover Protesters are beaten up by governmental police Why can't we be kind to one another? The world of humans is a castle of sand It's bound to crumble Our self-inflicted injuries can never fully mend Humans are taught to be egoistic, not humble Just stop... Stop being so dense Uproot evil and throw it away Tear down that wall, tear down that fence And listen respectfully to what other people say

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Oh to be ostracised for being controversial just once in a lifetime

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Oct 2, 2016

Oct 2, 2016 at 10:00 AM UTC

Oh to be ostracised for being controversial just once in a lifetime

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