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neth jones Mar 2016
The hurdles I must *******
gauze against breath
within this gripe
of well patrolled
polite sobriety

What clarity can I operate ?

take a breath
expel a myth
pattern a thought
create an action
reset and repetitude
michael gagain Apr 2013
wait......
whats that i hear
the voice of god....
in total..dipair
the only one that really cares

he's angry with me
and evryone
for destroying the land and the sea
all that he has created for us...
we turned it upsidedown
and have made it a mess

we slaughter his creatures and polute his waters
we make clouds of smog
and damage his alters
and all the beauty he has given us..

is it yet to late...can we turn back the clock
can we slow him ..to hand out our fate
for destroying a land
that he made so great

he is angry


...the ones who damaged are you and i
we need to repair...fix ascertain
make things right and lay no blame

we can do proper
make again...a place to prospur
we crossed the line
we instilled the hate....
things we don't like...we do anyway

yes hes angry
but so forgiving
if we do right
we can continue on living
jeffrey robin Aug 2015
we come


To your town

(Hungry)

!    ?    !

.~~


I mean :

...We know what we are being trained to do ...

to gun them down !

;:

( all them hungry kids )

///

THATS OUR WORLD YOU KNOW  
THE ONE THAT WE ARE CERTAINLY
TOO POWERLESS TO CHANGE
WE SAY CONSTANTLY

KNOWING WE ARE FULL
OF ****

BUT WE SAY IT ANYWAY BECAUSE WE ARE SCARED

))

By the fires and campfire

Creating false stories to become false memories
To become a false religion about a false god

We sit and watch pure and total DOOM encircle the whole planet

and polute the whole universe

And befoul the very heart of the creation

And we accept it all so passively

But crying all the while

))

Me

I think we should all probably reconsider what should  be our

Plans  for a tomorrow

That is today seen as a begger limping in

With an an absolutely confused

Look on his face

!!!!

I really feel it's the HOUR

When the true and natural unity of

WE THE PEOPLE

assert the simple truth of love

And our unique sovereignty

As the PROTECTORS OF THE UNIVERSE

and the GUARDIANS OF ALL CHILDREN

instead on being the ones

Standing here before them

As they stagger

From the orphanages

And approach

The rich man's horde

::

Standing there

Ready to gun them down
The river flows
With bodies and souls
The river is where our burdens are thrown
It frees the soul from what it holds
It reflects the truth that you might not know
The creatures that live finds paradise in its holes
And when its cold the river becomes ice cold
To protect the lives that it holds
It turns to vapor to rain on our souls
To treat the thirst that kills the living so very slow
It sacrifices all it has for the great of the whole
But what we do is darken it souls
We polute its waters with the paloutes we throw
How selfish we think and how murderus we grow
We **** the things that help us grow
We forget the things that the river has shown
Until one day the river howls
It consumes each man and drowns him cold
It creates thease waves that galops people souls
Detroys the citese that human helped grow
So think of others the way you think of your own
Katrina Aug 2019
My name means pure, unsullied. It means that i'm untouchable, it means that i am alone, It means i am bigger than life, it means i smile with teeth of white. It means i am lonely somewhere in the light, it means you can't polute me. It means that if you are with me you're alone, it means i can't be mixed or altered by any other substance, when i get mixed in a substance, i don't react, i don't alter from my perfect white, it means you can't defy me, but remember to show me the bright colors that happen when you react with someone else.
My name is bright but misunderstood. Misinterpreted is the color of my eyes. No one is fit to my name, therefor it is rare. Therefor i'm not sure it fits. It means i get hurt, but still try getting on my feet. It means i find the good in other people, that i inherit the best traits. Even if i can't see it myself.
My name is spelled wrong, defying who i am, it misses a place to belong, my name is not easy to pronounce.
My name is a hurricane in the states, it is quick temper, my name is impatience, it means i can crush your heart, it means you can't carry mine. It means if you are with me you are on top of the world, it means you can't tear me down, im taking humans in my palms, swallowing the seas and rivers like saliva. And when you fall from the highest altitude remember to give me your black bruises. My name is unforgivable, my name meant pure once, my name was cold as the winter, killing butterflies, and my name is incarnated in the fields of Louisiana, killing people, and asking them to forgive me. Understand; i am not as pure as my name.

It means, i am alone, like the hurricane that carries my name i will be gone quicker than i came but never forgotten. It means that when i settle you fall from my palms. It means that i disapear, while you get hurt. It means that i am only shown in the atmosphere, watching, waiting and never coming back. If or when i do, you will have changed my name and i will be replaced by another hurricane, ten times stronger and harder to let go. I will be watching, dissapearing, while you are in the palms of another. When the rain finally falls, know that it is only my tears, they may not taste like salt, but they will taste bitter of heartbreak, and when everyone is shouting of pure happiness that the drought is finally over, that the water is fresh and delightfull, remember to tell me how you taste the hurt from my heart, in her mouth.
I will not be forgotten, whatever it takes.

When my name told me i was meant to be pure. I thought about how i blamed everyone who sullified me, knowing that the only one who poluted me was myself. Knowing that everything i have ever done was make myself less aproachable, more broken, more *****. less pure. I meant to destroy myself so i couldn't become a stereotype of my name. Now i am only expected to come spiralling down in a storm of dirt whenever i arrive.

When my name told me the truth, i thought i was the one doing the hurting, the damage. When all along i was the most hurt, broken and damaged. I am unsure of weather or not i deserve my name, but no matter what i will not be unsure of weather or not i am worthy of it.
Ian Robinson Jan 2019
calamity and noise
polute my calm poise
distraced by the confused solute
of try-it-again rhythms
neth jones Jun 2017
A toxic flush of inhumanity
a brush of the Polute
mirror marred
collective vanity

A blush of Deathlessness
puffs us featureless
and in our drunkeness
we paw clumsy

Playing caress and mattress
in our distress
we commune suckling
give or break
chill post-wake
north or west
in ghosts we invest

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