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In the chaos of the city, City!
Where the wolven on the prowl,
Hot legs and looking pretty, leather skirt and upturned scowl,
You know it won’t discourage ditty, it only raises lustful howls,
In the chaos of the city, (pause)…a hunter’s stalking you now-ow-ow! (nowel)

In the chaos of the city, City!
Out at night you wanna dance, (day-ance)
To the animals you’re pretty, in those heels with that prance, (pray-ance)
In the chaos of the city, wolves are out to bed you down, (day-oun)
In the chaos of the city, tonight it’s *** out on the town, (tay-oun)

In the chaos of the city! City!
While trailing scent all a-round, (a-ray-ound)
Curvy-body, lookin’ at-cha (pause)… my teeth glistening, open mouth, (may-outh)
They’re not asking for much yeah, won’t be saying baby please,
Wolves you know they’re gonna hunt-cha, strutting past Ole’ factories,
Drivin’ n’ dancing yah, till you’re exhausted on your knees,

In the chaos of the city, City!
Out at night you wanna dance, (day-ance)

To the animals you’re pretty, Pretty!
In your heels they watch you prance, (pray-ance)

In the chaos of the city, City!
Wolves are out to bed you down, (day-oun)

In the chaos of the city, City!
Tonight it’s *** out in the town, (tay-oun)

In the chaos of the city, City!
In the chaos of the city,

In the chaos of the city, City!
Feel his claws up on you now…

Ooh-Ooh, …In the chaos of the city,
In the chaos of the city,
In the chaos of the city,
In the chaos of the city…
Lyrical poetry or song.
Seeing we never found gay fairyland
(Though still we crouched by bluebells moon by moon)
And missed the tide of Lethe; yet are soon
For that new bridge that leaves old Styx half-spanned;
Nor ever unto Mecca caravanned;
Nor bugled Asgard, skilled in magic rune;
Nor yearned for far Nirvana, the sweet swoon,
And from high Paradise are cursed and banned;

-Let's die home, ferry across the Channel! Thus
Shall we live gods there. Death shall be no sev'rance.
Weary cathedrals light new shrines for us.
To us, rough knees of boys shall ache with rev'rence.
Are not girls' ******* a clear, strong Acropole?
-There our oun mothers' tears shall heal us whole
(C) Wilfred Owen
Hermes Varini Jan 2021
A Lone Walker nowe Ah!
Intae Theis Murky Naycht
‘Yont Whin-Rock menacin’,
Ewry Wound bygane an’ the Scar
Freish Bluid o’ mine fuelin’,
Lang, lang, IT! the Blacklyn Howr,
Unfathomable, Unearthly,
Verra Guid Fyre wearin’,
Burnan Hye! Gore o’ mine
Awa, awa, IT owre spilled!
Soil o’ Alabaster gravin’,
An’ abön, Great Orrah! a Presence yirr,
Near-hand ay flashin’,
Rumblin’, guid tremblin’,
Lyke a Rhodium-Demon Hyear
Unco! stick-an-stowe towerin’,
An’ a Mirror-Vision ay broo!
O’ Red Gore fuil an’ pruid!
Great Rowth ragin’!
Human nae, nae IT laanger!
Heyne intae Theis Skye-Mirror,
Image o’ mine! nae, nae IT laanger!
Ma Rubye Brooch Micht, och!
Stylle haiwin',
An' wae Veins o’ Deep Lowe imbued,
Ma ain stylle! Glamis’ Orrah! Dearest!
Athwart ma Solitarye Gait
Ays a Storm-Blast fallin’,
An’ wnto me! wnto me noo, IT!
O’er an’ o’er! Carham’s Scyld-Hel Orrah!
Stylle Theis Dangerus! Verra Dangerus, IT!
Highlan’ Thwndir-Rode o’ mine
Intae Theis Guid Kintra whooshin’,
An’ the nae ****** Cauld Landis Micht,
Swaird-Wounded, stylle Ironclad Ah!
Fore’er unco! wi’in Oun Hye Fyre
Thro’ nae croud strollin’,
Ays yf frae Hye Þunor His-sel
The Lone War-Whisper Weel-Gaun!
Wae Thae Verra Woirds o’ Battle-Angyr
Lewdlie! Theis Specular Bluish Fyre o’ mine!
Thus Thwndir-Taukin’:

NUNC IN HOC SIGNO VINCES
QUIA FOCUS TEMPESTATIS MODO EST TIBI
ET VEXILLA FULMINIS PRODEUNT UNIVERSI
IN FERRO CAERULEO SANGUINEQUE
AD TE PICTORUM NOCTE TETRA
ET IN SPECULO RESULTANTE FORMA
THOR GOTHORUM UBI DESCENDET LAETO
AB ULTIMA GLITNIR MAGNO MALLEO
DEUS FLAVUS QUI ALTO FERRO SECURIQUE
TONITRUO INDIGNAM VIAM MALEDIXIT
FULMINIS IGITUR TETRA UMBRA TUA
ALTA FLAMMA CALIGINEA VEXILLAQUE
SUPREMO IGNE OVERMAN ULTOR.
A composition of mine containing an Enigma, in archaic Scottish, as ending in Classical Latin. The empowered Other-Self of the narrator, the Overman himself, at length appears, and finally speaks as a Mirror-Vision. "VEXILLA FULMINIS PRODEUNT UNIVERSI" means thus "the Banners of the Cosmic Lightning issue forth" and "PICTORUM NOCTE TETRA" "into the Murky Night of the Picts", whereas "ALTA FLAMMA" "through the High Flame" (as thus both instrumental ablatives). "THOR GOTHORUM UBI DESCENDET LAETO AB ULTIMA GLITNIR MAGNO MALLEO DEUS FLAVUS QUI ALTO FERRO SECURIQUE TONITRUO INDIGNAM VIAM MALEDIXIT" reads "where Thor of (from) the Goths, joyful descends, from Last Glitnir (Norse sacred location) with his Mighty Hammer, the Fair God who with the High Iron and the Axe, through the Thunder the Unworthy Path cursed". Touching otherwise "IN SPECULO RESULTANTE FORMA", "FORMA" ("form") is looked upon in sheer Aristotelian terms, as thus opposed to matter. It is indicated that the narrator cannot die, for he possesses veins imbued with incorruptible Heraclitean Fire, hence his Night Stroll, in a manner akin to "The Man of the Crowd", is everlasting. "Thae", "Theis" and "Thus" form an alliteration.
Monika Oct 2015
Please*              Open and see

                                       Sweet            ­Dreams
                                   No! Don´t worry, gone will
                                 be the ni gh tmare s.. . when you
                                 turn  ar oun d, an oth er dream
                                    will imme dia tely come...
                                       I have an eye on you
                                            all night long.
                                   From my seat, you can´t
                               really hear  me.  I´m sure you  
                         you won´t. But you should seriously
            know that I´m always here. Noth ing will happen
           to you ... I´m yo ur guardian ... bu t not an ordinary
             one. I´m the                                    sweet little...
                 Teddy                                                  **Bear­
Sweet Jesus! You can´t even imagine how much work did this need... I´m tired! But it was worth it :)
Julie Butler Nov 2015
counting you down -
you are my
noun
& I'd rather be
honest with you
than to be
loud
let us be
calm
  let me
renounce
I took you home with me
into my house
I am still
in love with you
inside my mouth
& you should still
belong with me
ignoring miles
>|< Julie Butler
Johnny Noiπ Jun 2018
That thou hast thou glorified thee, thou shalt thou glorify thyself -
They were burying my feelings of mercy &   the anatomy of the
                     eeniei :
& the sound of the flame, allá faínetai
                               san láthos vrachíonas
Oun oun on on on s s s s s s s, os os os os os os
Olisthaínontas parakámptoume perpatóntas
kai pernóntas káto apó to drómo
You may                     have a good time
   on my boyfriend -

   Over one hundred and thirty millions of
people, all over the world, & the stigmata

One hundred taxi taxi, allá prépei na
chrisimopoiíso
to láthos aftokínito
I was bored w/ *** w/ my male                      cousin
simeío kai anarotiémai     [his sister was a better kisser;
                I got the impression she practice w/ him too]                gia ti eínai
                kaló
it seemed like we'd been                                        
                    ­                     doing it for a hundred years
sostó méros, allá prépe na pocit o        láthos chrónos
They bored my feelings like kakó simeío,
[allá écho (      ) tóso]             kalí stigmí

This is a ****** bore with my cousin
simeio & an anathema   gia ti einei
kaló                  One hundred sostó méros, allá
prépe na pocit o látos chrónos                         They bored my feelings
like cakó simeío, allá écho toso mél
stigmí                   Étrexa na prospathó na
krémontai   sto myaló mouÉcho na milíso kalá - aftí
                   [the forums will be held by the cheerleaders,
                   the ephevasi salatas enkefálou -         ] One therapéfso tin
                   anasfáleia mou
                   One hundred & thirty millions of people,
                   all over the world, & the stigmata
                   One hundred sostó méros allá prépe na átan láthos
tragoúdi                & the sound of the flame,
                         allá faínetai san láthos vrachíonas
Johnny Noiπ Jan 2019
George Hammars Kapra's German language
is the story of ******'s history in the history
of the Catholic Church, known in the family
or in his family, in Christianity in French or
Russian. The English Album, Pan is Amino,
Amen, the dolls are pictured,                                                 and this German,
German, German community is also known
as the future of the future.                                        United States of America,
United States of America, Brazil, Westminster, US, US, and Foreign Affairs, Learn more about the Chinese Language,
Greek in the European, Italian Church, Greek,
Greek, Latin, and Russian. Is there a power,
a Russian engineer, engineer, engineer,
engineer, robot, a powerhole? Scientists and scientists
such as in Saudi Arabia, Saudi Arabia, Saudi Arabia,
Saudi Arabia, etc ... Asian science fiction writers
have been able to help the Mexican authorities
to improve their eating habits, including the desire
to modernize Mexican contemporaries,
and their family reunion of the Eucharist in Galatia's
Audit of Perseus in Gazakin's Nursing Library,
Philosophy Blymatic Cinematic and Emotion
Cognitive Physiotherapy, Mary Magnetometer
Mors Vita Patrum; Simplicity Hibernia Red
Winnie The Game A free online games for girls.
In Spain artisans are the beauty of bodies,
and the future vision of the angel, the appearance
of the eye of the angel,                         the appearance of the invisible infant,
of an angelic future,                                   the white bones of the black spots,
History is Saved; The name of Johanne M.'s
opus capra 'Germanica is the most prominent
of the group's history of progression                     with a change in the history of the Catholic Church: the French,                    or the Russian Christianity,  
                      in the home of his family, he is known
for his family's independence from the Septantrións'
Amino America, Anglicus, in the form
of a trickle in the form of a trickle,
it is also known for its ability
to be a future of the future, as it is from
the German community of German,
German, the United States of America,
the United States of America, Brasilians,
the Bibendum Mutation in the Oriente,
the US, the US, as well as the Minister
of the Union,, to learn more about the language
of the Chinese language, the Greek language
of Europe, the Italian Church, the Greek
language, the Greek language, the language
of the poetic language, the more powerful
of the Russian language, the more powerful
the Russian language, the engineer, the engineer,
the engineer , the robot, the y oun oun gg, man,
the knowledge and wisdom of the Saudi Arabia,
Saudi Arabia, Saudi Arabia, Saudiana Rex Ioannes
Chi Nese securitatem problems Asian computer
computing science memories snooch Lpanic
magistrates, and helps to improve the quality
of the cannibalism, Mexico's modern-day curiosity,
The sacramental fusion of women,                        used to describe the family of the familial dancer Portam piscium
ignorance of libror in the library of Gallia
audit of Graycia stellar arca archaic
B floor cinematica and coculon sensitivos
in anesthetarian, Mary aesthetic tema
tempi Mors Vita Patrum Simplicity
Hibernia Red Winnie; The Game
is a free online game for girls
in the middle of the competition.
The science of artistic poetic works
of artists in Spanish is the audited
splendor of the body,                                and the foresight of an angel's body of the sensor; the foresight of an angel
in the form of an invisible child's oculos
gradually increased the size of the pimples
of the pimples of the pimples of the pimples
of the pimples of white patchy Alchemia
In the heart of Africa... a tale unfolds,
of oil and gold... diamonds and coal
riches untold... of lands turned cold.
Our soil, a treasure... deep and vast
Yet stolen by shadows from the very past.

Corrupt leaders sit... on lofty thrones
Trading futures... for foreign loans.
They dine in luxury... in gold arrays,
While the people suffer... lost in haze.

The streets are weary... hope is thin
Promises broken... time and time again.
They speak of change... with polished lies
ELÖFÖKANBALÈ... now, our tensions hyped
While poverty stares... through our hollowed eyes.

Politicking thrives... in power’s game
A cycle of faces... but all the same.
The ballot's a joke... the votes erased
Democracy trampled... justice displaced.

The Europeans came... with flags unfurled
Promised progress... but pillaged the world.
From diamonds to oil... they took their fill
Leaving nations hollow... against their will.

They drew the borders... stole the grain
Fed on our sweat... left us in pain.
Our forests felled... our rivers bled
While leaders watched... their pockets fed.

We were taught to be cowards... so we tucked it in,
"Ranti omo eni t'oun sey"... know the child of who you be.
A will passed down from fathers to sons,
To bear the chains even when freedom runs.

Silent we stood, our voices withdrawn,
Like trees in a storm with roots undone.
"Ẹni tó bá dáké, t'ara rẹ́ 'aba daké," they said,
But how do we speak when our spirits have bled?

We were told to bow... to lower our crown
"Be an ọmọlúàbí, dâkê or face the frown".
Yet, in the quiet... there’s power untapped,
In the silence... our future is wrapped

We couldn't win them... so we blend in,
But deep inside, our fight will soon begin.
For now, we rise... refusing to fall.
The courage they silenced, we’ll answer its call.

Leaders of tomorrow; they said it aloud.
But tomorrow never comes... though the promise was proud.
We grew in the shadow of words never true
Waiting for the day when our light would break through.

But the future they spoke of remains out of reach,
A dream deferred by the ones who preach.
"Your hope 'd be renewed"... we were told
Yet they keep us chained in the stories of old.

But now we know, it’s in us to rise.
To break through the lies and open our eyes.
The leaders of tomorrow are here today,
No more waiting... no more delay.

For the time is now... the fight is ours
We’ll claim our strength... our hidden powers.
We’ll lead our own path... let our voices run,
Because tomorrow's promise starts with the rising sun.

Africa's spirit... fierce and bold
Refuses to be bought... Refuses to be sold.
In unity... we'll stand and rise
Reclaim our land... beneath clear skies.

For this is home... where ancestors rest
A future brighter... when we stand our best.
No more chains of greed or lies
Africa will soar... when her people wise.

— The End —