"poverties" poems
Capricorns, Capricorns are ruled and schooled by the planet Saturn, Saturn, Saturn. A bandit with a similar pattern, pattern, pattern. Capricorns, Capricorns are brethren from a legion; a legion of an atmosphere of the southern-hemisphere; in the equatorial region. At an
angle, angle, angle; Capricorns, Capricorns are angels of Aquarius and
Sagittarius. They’re boisterous, courageous, contagious, glamorous,
prestigious, rebellious, various and victorious-goats, goats, goats!
Capricorns, Capricorns cope, devote, note and quote, quote, quote.
They’re ambitions with superstitions and various missions, missions, missions! They’re novelties and poverties, revelations and
revolutionaries, revolutionaries, revolutionaries. Capricorns, Capricorns are theories and visionaries, visionaries, visionaries.
They’re objects, projects and rejects. They’re leaders and readers that are poetically, negatively or positively dictatorial and doctorial! Some are historical, optical, political and radical; authentic, eccentric,
neurotic, poetic, theoretic, theoretic, theoretic. Unicorns, Unicorns are biblical and mythical, mythical, mythical; they’re ****** exotic, iconic, ironic, magic, nostalgic creatures, creatures, creatures. Their features
resembling a horse of course, of course. Furthermore, they’re fierce and a force. They’re a breed and creed of desire, fire and perspire, perspire,
perspire, perspire! They’re viral, viral, viral! This partial, sworn steed;
born awesome, awesome, awesome and too blossom, blossom, blossom. Unicorn’s spiral, crescent horn usually projecting and protruding from their foreheads. Rough and tough enough too pierce,
pierce, pierce! Unicorns, Unicorns are defendants, independents and
pendants. Hark! Hark! Hark! They’re brilliant and resilient sparks, sparks, sparks! They’re told as bold, old art, from the heart, from the start. Unicorns, Unicorns are fillers and pillars of guide, pride and
stride, stride, stride. They’re along for the long, long, long ride...
Unicorns, Unicorns are strong, strong, strong! Some as a song, song,
song, some throng, throng, throng, some wrong, wrong, wrong. As a
child, child, child; wild, wild, wild! Unicorns, Unicorns overwhelm, overwhelm, overwhelm. Their domicile realm, apparently, inherently and originally belonging from India; alleluia, alleluia for India, India,
India! Capricorns and Unicorns; two different creations. Capricorns
and Unicorns; two different relations. Capricorns and Unicorns; two
different situations and superstitions. They’re rainbows that glow, know and show. They’re of borrow, of sorrow and of our tomorrow.
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 9:12 PM UTC
wolf, pig, childhood.
a bit
of brother
on
the creative
side.
all in my father’s
imagination
were other
poverties
(where mother
assaulted
no one)
(but faced)
with a poverty
of disguise
the dog
ate homework
I couldn’t
finish.
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 10:58 AM UTC
New note
New words
And the thoughts are too
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We just think
We just do
We just plan
But nothing get done
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He does
She did
They do
But poverties still exist
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He said
She says
They are saying
Talk just to talk
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Blame the word
Blame the world
Blame people
But nothing is changed
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He fights
They fight
They want and he wants
But no one sacrifices
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My country
Your land
Their rights
But injustice has it all
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He knows
She knows
They know
But still live in dark
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Your life
My life
Their life
But the survival of the fittest
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They create
He does as well
She writes
But no one really teaches
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He complains
She complains
The world complains
Where the bad ones are ??
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He works
She works
They work
But nothing is really different
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He pays
She pays
They pay
But thieves steal the money
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You wake up
Hey all wake up
People wake up
The world is in danger
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You do something
Me do things
We should be one hand
The world is in fire
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Let the governments fights
Let the regimes stay
Let the ministers do what they want
But we're the people, not them
We have the rights not them
We should live not them
One hand doesn't clap, but two do
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Peace
Love
Safe
Repose
And occupation
We are the people
We are the people
We are the people
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 6:32 PM UTC
why did Shia LaBeouf cross the road? because he wasn’t a chicken, he was Shia LaBeouf. I want to worry. it is funny to me like Patton Oswalt and Lena Dunham being flabbergasted. I wrote once how suicides fight for position. suddenly everyone knows they were once Leroi Jones. some of course were and I want to be sorry. the original thought in my head was to be postdated in birth like a present. because of where his home is, Lars Von Trier is homeless. imagine I lived from the age of 18 to 23 and from the age of 24 to 29 I got paid to reenact those years previous. I will waste my time with yours and there will be a whirlwind of poverties speeding by and seemingly one. if the great performances of James Franco say again how the unknown soldier is the eater of fame I swear I’ll call you and your double out as Lynchian.
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 1:31 PM UTC
Orange shaded lamp that's lit at 1 am, in the city of the angels where the homeless seem to live.
The tents are growing plenty as the poverties commence,
there's a *** for every bottle sitting in a city full of bins.
For every sin there's a bump, for every bar a new actress,
in some conversation is a liar hidden behind a foreign thick accent.
Someone hired, someone fired, by the beach are many lost kids,
some are tired, some are wired, most don't know that they exist.
Picture perfect life instead that is wanted by the masses.
All prone to life that's close to **** cause no one likes to give up chances.-JS
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 5:56 PM UTC
You were always jealous
Jealous that the only hardship you had encountered was a lack of fluffy pillows
Fattened from the abundance of food
Spoiled in free cars and free gas
Free
Free is the price listed next to your dinner
But it's what you claim not to be
Free
Free will and free reign
It's stamped across your forehead because you are what you eat
But like all spoiled children
You needed a reason
To cry to whine
"My mommy never loved me"
"My daddy never hugged me"
Attention is what you want
What you lie for
Creating problems that make you victim
Victim
The word of the day
Meaning
'Person who is tricked or harmed'
Synonymous to loser prey and chump
So loser
Tell me
Does the silver spoon not suit you?
You want to come out and play with the big kids?
With open arms big kids welcome broken souls
With crumpled dreams and stained pasts
We whisper comforting words to stop wet eyes
Broken bones bending to back to normal
No one ever taught us love
We found it in the eyes of hungry animals whom with we shared our warmth
We found it in the beauty of Mother Nature
The colors of the flowers sprouting from the sewage overflow is the brightest of all
Or I guess it's a ****
A plant that finds a way to survive in a place where it was never wanted
Fed nothing but ********
And stomped on with poverties giant feet
I guess I am a **** of my generation
But at least I'm not a snake
Slithering it's way through the tallest flowers
Pretending like it fits
Like it grow upwards towards the light
So chump
Tell me
How are you snake and prey at the same time?
Weaving your way through
the tightest knits of flowers
Mowing down some in your wake
A flattened trail getting larger and longer
As your body grows thicker
Fattened by the food
You may be
Camouflaged in envy green
But you can never recreate
Our colors
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 10:27 AM UTC
Chunky calloused stubs
made for wielding a meat axe over a carcass
A sweet melody struck from the wreckage of poverties storm
Were you angry because you were short?
They were shooting small animals off the walls
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 6:29 AM UTC
Opinion of the other side
How come people in poverties realm constantly multiply
Last year in Boston alone too many neighbors died
At the hands held that moral depression
Theres a hope in every child
I hope that answers it clearly, efforts to rebuild
Oasis in depression
Poetry in regression my inspiration needs a refill
Cussing to bullet point the finer line of the message
You get it? If not, in time you will
Real people feel the weight of real stressing
You ever feed you're family on respect
When it only takes peace signs to count you're blessings
I'm out
My family is beautiful, the type that holds you're breath
No doubt
Some days I can't breathe like word of mouth
I walk the shorties through the motherland like a daily routine
Reality is killing me, drop them off to knowledge
Beg them
Don't forget to dream
These hustlers **** you're born diamond shine
Disgusting
Watch our humanity of human race compromise, I want to Phoenix ash rise, the last man standing
You can see the future
Playing out in my children's eyes
I'm straight praying that playing field ain't too damaged
Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC
two boys at a rest stop
one cowboy, one indian-
also there
a mother’s
burning
car
and the mother herself
flipping open
a pocket knife
oh place, you are not
my first
language
but
it was men
created
machines
that they could tell
those machines
the little
they knew, and it was god
found god, and it was your father
that with his father
while in
their astronaut
poverties
took shyness
from a gun
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC