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jeffrey conyers Feb 2015
Oh, many hides behind scriptures.
Many held to high standards.
Still many has sunk below.
Told, what expected of them?
Except, God hadn't anointed all of them.

Some are more sinners.
Then they are righteous saints.
But that's what makes us people?

The preacher kids has it rough.
Many has it tough.
Some makes great actors pretending that role.

Then others are touched by a sermon deep within their souls.
Knowing their purpose.
Knowing their goals.

Called PK's by many in certain circles
Swetank Modi Sep 2015
Barbarians, and archers, and goblins oh my !
Restless in army camps for the raiding is nigh.
The builders are busy setting up my next plot,
Deciding where the mortar can pull off the best shot.

A chop and a cut, and voila ! More land to use,
Setting up decorations, all cast as a ruse.
I look to my shield, and the icon says “none”,
If I don’t request troops soon I’ll surely be done!
I prepare to attack, but don’t like what I see,
So “next” I press, and hope for a camp that’s easy !
Aha! I exclaim as I find a weak prey,
Gold walls or not, I’ll be claiming victory this day !

Giants come rumbling, to cause some destruction,
Followed by wall breakers to remove all obstruction.
With holes now aplenty, in come the rest of the crew,
To pilfer and plunder and do what they do.
100% !!! And 3 stars the finale,
Plus 35 more trophies to add to my tally.
Mission completed, I set back to my camp,
A smile on my face feeling like a real champ !

The day’s at an end so off goes the phone,
In the middle of the night I hear a familiar tone.
I reach for my ipad and what do I see,
****** ! I’ve been raided by PãRāß@pk !!!
With shields now up for the next 16 hours,
My resources are safe and I can upgrade my towers !
And thus ends the day’s tale of cast spells and flighted arrow,
Don’t worry Clash of clans, I’ll be back tomorrow !!!
Moni Feb 2018
Pk.
As blood drips on the tile
Panic fills the classrooms
Text messages full of terror are being exchanged
Pop
Another one hits the floor
Pop
Another tear escapes from its owner
Petrified parents pray that their child is safe
Heartbroken viewers across the country watch as another tragedy takes place
Eighteen school shootings this year
When will it end?
May God watch over all that were effected from this tragedy.
Harikane Mar 2017
I see him in the fields
His pretty hair, uncombed
Swimming in the wrought shoots of wheat

His smell travels faster than sun
Of dry grains and weeds, bathed in sweat
Of moist soil, burnt by scarlet sun

His colour, a theater of wheat grains
His face, an album of old trips
Different shapes play in it differently

Drowning in the rain of dust
His brows are tired of tightening
Over and over, poor them

He waves me, while trying to stand
On the leg that always refuses
Almost there, it flexes and he falls

The brows relax, reality is welcomed
He apologizes in a low voice
A god in the lap of golden soil

I see him in his garden
Where on his fine knee
He is on a fine soil, fine smile

Tomatoes playing in his hands
Leaves slipping through his fingers
And this fine son, does all he can

I see him in rains, when on one
He concluded what i should like
A fine man with fine two legs

(But) There is this one man i like,
Who smells of wheat,  who has a fine leg
He who ever liked me
Pk
Harikane May 2018
I love you because
Love has come to me
Through you
Love was lying somewhere
In an undiscovered space
Love came after the shower
Of your casual asteroid arrival
Love was that explosion
My new place of habitat

I love you because
Love is a simple word
And still holds a plenty meanings
Love is a that soft whisper
You make for no one to know
Love is the complex of feelings
That has left me sick with syndromes
Love is the word I cannot find
When I want to acknowledge you

I love you because
Love has meant respect to me
And I respect men and women
Love with its idiopathy and passion
Has made me a mystic-romantic
The eyes of men, the hands of women
The shirts, skirts, the sweats, perfumes
Since my love can't be held in a person
I hold a billion people inside you

I love you because
I let you go
I found your existence
In the deepest pits of my darkest days
So, I had to tear your idea
But let you hang in paper pieces
Far away in my head
The clutches of my solitude
Scared me I guess
And because I love you
I had to save you

I love you because
Yesterday, I thought about you
Yesterday, I was so in love with you
Yesterday, I was so jealous of you
Yesterday, I wanted to be with you
Yesterday, I suddenly hated you
But hate is love spilled
And hence I love you more
But thence, I also hate you
And with each lovepoem
More I write, more I love you
Pk
lavande Dec 2015
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Sometimes it feels most practical to be able to forget
To wipe away bitter regrets and past mistakes,
Take with you those once cherished,
lightly tainted memories
and completely clean off your slate.
Wouldn't that be easy?

I'd say to myself, let's start from Square One.
Back again, to when we were fresh friends
And nothing truly mattered, because
We'd only just met
Fresh friends, see that's the safest bet
I’d barely know you and you’d barely know me.

Which means there'd be no cute stories
of how we'd often, somehow,
End up in contemporary art galleries or
browse through used paperback books in
secondhand nooks

No memories of losing myself
time and time again,
in a library of stolen glances,
paper chances
That you could possibly see me one day through my
rose colored glasses (lenses?)

I'd erase these photographs of
Your piano hands, your cautious smiles
how I'd lost my breath when you held my hand and you’d smiled
that day when we lost footing in that throng of music goers in July
intertwined, lungs vibrating,
swallowing in confetti air
Forgetting
How being that close to you was confetti in my very mind

Let there be no recollection
of dreams of stolen kisses and petty wishes
to November’s drunk hamlet readings and karaoke dances
Always one step ahead, see
You were always so much, too much
yet I could never have been quite enough

Square one,
I say
to the day I never realized just how much my veins eagerly rushed
With the synchronous sound of your name,
to when my mirror didn’t whisper every morning,
Ever since that day in May;
“I wonder if she would like this?”
Square One
Where I'd know only of you, but
not how well you drew
Square One
Where I depended on myself
and not you
Square One
Because clearly that would make things
Easy
Square One
But I don’t know if I should do
What’s right or what’s easy

So,
Maybe I shouldn’t take back
All that I said, instead
Ruminate the worthwhile pieces of what’s left
Of these lessons and these laughs
Because

2, 3, 7 months can quickly pass
And we’d still have these left over pieces
Maybe it's okay to collect them, carefully
but only with a fresh pair of eyes and
only once my mind has truly
stabilized

Maybe then I could replace
What’s left of bitter apathy
and undo it with my outstretched arms,
Open palms,
once more- maybe

I could try again with
one last
apology so
I hope you can truly see that

I’m sorry.



pk
note: this is my first spoken word so it tends to repeat more frequently than I usually would have.. id,k i'm playing around
There is a great party on Neptune and
Brian Allan brought two mates who were
Ken Kingsley and bob broadsmith and
They started off drinking heaps of methane and dAnced to Judas Priest
And yeah it was fun as ken took his clothes off for cilla black and said do you want to go on a blind date and cilla said ok why not and then Sam kinison came in and sAng wild thing you make my heart sing and it matesmy heart come out of your body it will make you wanna scream and then Sam sang take your clothes off to belinda emmett and
Belinda was left mesmerised and then they sang along to nothin but a good time
Not a dime I cannot pay my rent
It
I can barely make it through the night
It's Saturday night and It!'s party night
So we have to figure out how to make my ends meet and baz boy chucked a methane smoothie all over us and said yeah I will show you cool because I did
That a All for mummy to make her feel better and now I will
methane all over you Brian right now and Marilyn Monroe sang a look in your eyes can be quite continental but diamonds are a girls best friend
You heavy metal music is taking over and I an Emily Symons and Brian dressed up as Santa and said August fool it's not Christmas it's just a regular party
And slim fudty sang I would love to have a beer with Patrick I would love to have a beer with pat we drink in moderation and I am calling him up here in 5 seconds flat we drink in the town and country where the atmosphere is great we love to have a beer with Patrick cause he is our mate and I would love to have a beer with pauly I would love to have a beer with Paul
We would sit in our plsvet and listen to kiss to our ears bleed we drink in the tosh and country
Where the atmosphere is great
I would love onto have a beer with pauly cause he is our mate you see now we have Robert palmer with all his dancing girls the lights Re pk but your not home you see the afterlife is so much fun
Everyone is really having fun even conservos Luke Margaret thatcher and robald reageb as I stic my finger am up saying stic it where it fits and you might as well face it your addicted to money
And everyone was tipping met gab on each other and Brian said I have to leave, U.S. Know things to do
But this is where you dead people can be so uplifting
There is a great party on Neptune and
Brian Allan brought two mates who were
Ken Kingsley and bob broadsmith and
They started off drinking heaps of methane and dAnced to Judas Priest
And yeah it was fun as ken took his clothes off for cilla black and said do you want to go on a blind date and cilla said ok why not and then Sam kinison came in and sAng wild thing you make my heart sing and it matesmy heart come out of your body it will make you wanna scream and then Sam sang take your clothes off to belinda emmett and
Belinda was left mesmerised and then they sang along to nothin but a good time
Not a dime I cannot pay my rent
It
I can barely make it through the night
It's Saturday night and It!'s party night
So we have to figure out how to make my ends meet and baz boy chucked a methane smoothie all over us and said yeah I will show you cool because I did
That a All for mummy to make her feel better and now I will
methane all over you Brian right now and Marilyn Monroe sang a look in your eyes can be quite continental but diamonds are a girls best friend
You heavy metal music is taking over and I an Emily Symons and Brian dressed up as Santa and said August fool it's not Christmas it's just a regular party
And slim fudty sang I would love to have a beer with Patrick I would love to have a beer with pat we drink in moderation and I am calling him up here in 5 seconds flat we drink in the town and country where the atmosphere is great we love to have a beer with Patrick cause he is our mate and I would love to have a beer with pauly I would love to have a beer with Paul
We would sit in our plsvet and listen to kiss to our ears bleed we drink in the tosh and country
Where the atmosphere is great
I would love onto have a beer with pauly cause he is our mate you see now we have Robert palmer with all his dancing girls the lights Re pk but your not home you see the afterlife is so much fun
Everyone is really having fun even conservos Luke Margaret thatcher and robald reageb as I stic my finger am up saying stic it where it fits and you might as well face it your addicted to money
And everyone was tipping met gab on each other and Brian said I have to leave, U.S. Know things to do
But this is where you dead people can be so uplifting
Harikane Feb 2017
I smile
With tears in my eyes
Its' phenomenal
Their warmth on my cheeks
Just shoots me straight
I look in mirror
I laugh
Very hard sometimes
I count my dimples
They're ******* ten in number
I cry
Stop after some time
I do that countless times
When you ask me why
I look at you like a lost child
I love
My love an appetizer
And actions lazy as poo
I am not a giver baby
I just like eating things up
I talk
Selecting one of my playlist
Cause if if i open my real mind
I may scare you off
So i say exactly what you want
I wish
Every crazy day of my life
Some secret thing i work towards
Quick thing, slow as well
I honestly promise it's not beautiful
I hate
Almost everything
And it grows like a tree in me
Feeds my monsters
I am not good anymore.
Pk
jeffrey conyers Jun 2019
Be advised?
What are you reading?
Is the truth?
Maybe, in some circles not.
We know that there is pressure on you.

If you a PK aka minister child?
What is expected?
What is required?
You must walk a path or representation.
Yes, there is pressure on you.

You can't date the single woman that's loose?
Even if you love her too.
You can't date the hustlers, ****, drug supplier?
Oh, yes, there's pressure on you.

For decades, we very aware of white rage and pressure on the white girl, woman or lady dating that black man.
You offended the family.
Dad, the mom, turning over in their grave.
Maybe, more.
But there's pressure upon you.

Switch it around.
All black males for decades you have been under the gun.
Many mothers have warned their black son about this path.
The hate you face.
The many stares you get and will continue to receive.

For sure, there is multiple pressure upon you.

Somewhere, at this particular time?
There is pressure on you.
Harikane Mar 2017
You are a born human
One day you'd be a woman
And you will not feel sorry
In school when you'll get your period shock
Or when you'll feel the tight thing around chest
In college, on roads, the nausea of eagle stares
The bed you'll share, the world you'll walk in
Don't feel any sorry
Just like that apple towards gravity
Its some natural propaganda
A twist, for which you need to be ready

You are a woman and be proud
The flesh between your legs or arms
Is not a shame, don't disgust it
See it, love it
And when you step out in moons
Have some iron in your wrists
To protect it
Dont bow, dont cry, dont be dead
You are the soil of the food chain
Putrefy the animals
Believe in yourself, you are worthy

You are a woman, not a punch bag
A poor drunk unambitious father,
An ignorant mother, a ****** brother
Whatever, no excuses
Nothing must stop you
Love, pity, anger, confusion
Get over these clouds like a lightening
They only rain a while, make you weak
There are enough weak people already

You are my dear daughter
And when you sit in a bus
Someone, anyone can grab you
So be a sassy bitter woman
And punch them in the nose
Let them bleed awhile,
Let the sleeping souls around know
You are not a man epitome
You need no man metaphor
No man hands, just the courage
To bring down the diseased rats

You are a woman sweet
Laugh aloud, open your mouth
As much as you want
Wear whatever you want
Be wherever you want
See whatever you want
Jump, dance, swim, play
You are the tigress in your jungle
And roar like one
Spread the word
You have no responsibility
To please the holy etiquettes
That nurtured those rat diseases

There can be a problem, love
Cause stars never liked the sun
Our kingdom may go in bad books
They can be your family
And they really love you,
Wanting to see a happy crowd around you
They are confused in the crowd
Dont get lost, be smart  
Love them but trick them all
There love should not divert
Your immense potential
The c-sections should not cut your goal
Stop juggling, messing things
Living their life is not your plate
Eat from your plate and dont hesitate

You are a woman i am proud of
Dont ever measure your success
On the world's most used calculator
If someday
You are staring out of your balcony
And in your strong heart
There is no fear, no terror, no speedbraker
In your ears, if tingy thoughts
Dont affect you,
If your hands still want to work
To bring your ideas into life
If you love the woman
The 'human'
You have become
You are a trillionaire
Only your smart mind knows
You need no proof for that

Love,
You are a powerful person
Use the power righteously
Dont hide it or waste it
Or shove it in wrong direction
You are equalist not matriarchist
You need no special que or seat
Separationalism cured flu never minds
Educate the minds, the needful
Your family, friends, neighbours
The javelin not in heads of male supremists
But a place in doubles, a seat at the table
You need no reservations
You need no 'ladies first'

Most importantly, a secret
That no one will ever teach you right
That you'll discover, when you miss the flight
That i always wanted to tell someone
You can be 'anything'
No limits, only the ones you put
Careful not to,
Like a life itself
Evolve and survive
You are a life so lovely
Live it
Come out of the buds
Bloom
So powerfully
That the gods, the ancient societies
Are cringing
Over there decisions
Love,
You are infinite
You are now.
Pk
Harikane Aug 2017
A path I am on
The one I was scared to be on
The one that's a Frost's road
Different as they call it
The one i was taught about in class
(For the sake of literature
I think)

Difference though is omnipresent
(But for the sake of science i think)
Difference is dangerous
Prevented and taught to that
But still so immense in me
Running, I run fast from it
Still those tiny ants
Ride me and creep on my chest
I slap and I recoil
Not realizing they would bite
Just afraid of a possibility
Under influence of tales of history
Where tragedy outnumbers celebration

Difference that is lovely
A dog or a pet I adore
I embrace it on some units
In cases it makes me revolt
Against groups who think differently
**** differently
And I am proud to insult them
Their inheritance of unevidenced values
Suddenly, though, and mostly
I hit headlights
The dog bites my flesh
I am short of arguments
To support my difference
I am short of theorems
To prove what is right
As I shake my peace flag
Weak in doubts of my wrongfullness

Difference leaves me alone
I am disappointed
I am disgusted
By the different crowds
More even by myself
Difference leaves me alone
Not always
But when does
It blows me down
With contempt and longitude
And i wither back to doubts
Beginning like a shower
Taking up, thunderstorm fashion
That 'I must be wrong'

Differents - hated by many
Maybe because they think it is a disease
Maybe it is going to convert them
Maybe they'd feel isolated
Left alone on a planet
Where everyone is on a screen
Screens might be too many
And you lose your owness
In that melancholy
Maybe scared,
The apparent parental foundations
Blown down to dust, now they mean nothing
The social cycles breaking apart
Storms of worry corrode and perforate
Your soul,
I understand its difficult
As I stand wet at the pavement
Staring at my waterlogged road
(I understand)

I was born with this monster
Feeding on my psyche
Leaving me deficit
Leaving me dumb
It taking my advantage
I taking its name
When i have to name my life
In one word
No matter how much
I tried shooing it away
Putting up acts, masquerads
It's impossible to let it go
It is me, the difference
And I feel like everyone is
Only either I am too insistent
For making my difference
So significant
Or I am a fool
That can't get over itself


Pk
Harikane Oct 2017
I do not belong
In the convents

The wheat, is on me, everywhere
And a foreign language, inside me

Fields of uncertainity on me
They feed, they grow inside me

I think I do not belong
In the convents

Where do I belong? Who am I?
Smell my armpits, that must be I

I lust on my mother's language
I lust to find acceptance of me

I do not belong
In the convents

Am I sorry for my government ?
Am I sorry for myself ?

I crave the vision of unseen fields
I argue for the unaccredited history

But I know I do not belong
In these convents

Pk
Harikane Aug 2017
Only because love
Was better answer
Did they jump off its cliff

Love, because only
It can hate nothing, even
Love for those who hate

Who hate those who love
I pray probability for them
Of falling for their fair share

Fall because only it
Can flip the world around, and
Death becomes smallest fear

The fear in sobs,
A memory of the beloved
That, the only reason for existence

Pk
lavande Nov 2015
I want to hear myself again
I want to hear songs from my paints and my fingertips,
a visual applause for the love and the loss

Where can I learn to find my rhythm again?
I strayed off to the beat of your drum
Played false notes and danced to your Russian Roullette.
I am not your Russian Roullete.

I want to vibrate with happiness
Fill my eyes with warmth and radiance
I want to dance and laugh and mean every single ringing echo

My voice may still quiver and crack, but when it rings,
It will harmonize with the light and the words I'd been
dreaming for you to say.

Though now,
It will climb from my own throat and reach to kiss my lips,
with nothing more but self love and honesty


pk.
Harikane Apr 2017
What love gave me
A sweet message
On a scented creme paper
With bold black broad ink
Foreign to my mind

What many gave me
Love unlimited, just given away
Distribution, in sales
What i fail to accept
Is that simply

What love means to me
A mystery i try to solve
I fear finding it
So I feign finding it already

What love took from me
A whole childhood
With a single blank call
A single - that meant nothing

What i give all this, a spit
A wandering headache
But l am a mad cow
I also, crave its appearance

What i want doesn't matter
I do, i did and I'll just keep doing
What was planned years ago
In my parent's dreams

What love maybe
A magic fable
I like hearing it
And I like hating it

Pk
Phantom knight Nov 2020
I open my eyes to find tears forming
I feel it slipping down deeper and deeper into me
I grind and grit my teeth
I feel the warmth rush from my body as it hits the white table
I feel my heart beating faster but slowly
I look down as my eyes shut to see a blood red rose
PK thoughts
"Good night my sweet prince I loved you but you didn't love me now I'm leaving for a greener pastures"

— The End —