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jeffrey robin Jan 2011
from "out the herd"

a spare youth

seeks the wild

in you

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"out there"

most people are in poverty

seeing DEATH
constantly

eye-to-eye

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the "fodder" is good in this part of town, pardner!
listen to MAMA GRIZZLY!

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we work so hard pretendin we arnt dyin all the time

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the HERD is dissolving!

we are in the SLAUGHTER-HOUSE!

its time to escape!

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MOMA GRIZZLY is a brothel madam
and you her *** slave

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we have no leaders
just

cow punchers

driven us home

to death

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come from the herd

be wild

be free

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you and death and me
A few hole punchers
A bag full of oranges
A head perplexing

The king will always rule for himself
The sea turtles never lie
The miscommunication destroying chaos

“Here’s a glass of sweet tea”

Gouging out flashbacks
Purposely watching stains spread
Wishing I could count to one million

Sailing the Mediterranean Sea
Roaming The Great Plains  
Soaring above The Troposphere


“I want to feel the black and white”
Michael W Noland Mar 2013
Peel the paint, and scrape away the plaster. Remove the panels, and look at the view of an-others room, oops.
RW Dennen Jan 2015
i always wanted to write about the true heroes
It's not about hockey stickers or football kickers;
face punchers, these million-dollar-heroes, they manifest no social change
It's about us the people, it's about you and me
It's about free givers who give of themselves for the good of mankind
It's about free changers who freely make change for the good of mankind
That's it, hmmm, changers and free givers?
Oh yes! Free changers in the face of diversity
and against any form of oppression,
never be apathetic to what is right
Never become fearsome in knowing what is right
Stand up for all your brothers and sisters,
here on our delicate planet earth
Say never to the numbskulls, who disbelieve in change,
even at times trying to educate some
When hearts go forth and attach to others
is the beginning of a selfless human being
When the sun never seems to rise,
join other heroes along the way
Everyday count your blessings what you and I fought for
Altruistic motivation is the greatest catalyst for real heroism,
take advantage of it my heroes and potential heroes;
i love you guys, keep on truckin'
To all my poet colleagues and regular writer colleagues:
Write more to inspire more.You have the gift literally in the palm of your
hand. Reach towards positive change; be that hero you are meant to be...
PS no insult to anyone partaking n sports I love sports because it is needed to build strong bodies which help to
build strong minds
Dan Jun 2016
Such powerful emotions on a Monday morning
Becoming nostalgic to music I don't listen to
Remembering the girl that was my angel
But has since become angelic no longer
I feel wide awake in a sleepless generation
I feel lost in a generation where there is new meaning in finding oneself

At 10:08 am you don't truly comprehend how much you actually slept
My eyes are heavy though I have been awake for hours
At 10:09 am you think to remind yourself that you aren't the only soul experiencing a downward spiral
The only true crime in America is getting caught
The only true sin in America is minding your own business
But if your skin is light enough and your list of friends is big enough then ****** you can get away with anything

I have never been so angry with my personal life that I've punched a wall
I have yet to be so angry with the political world that I've thrown a brick through a window
But somewhere in America walls are being punched and bricks are being thrown and God bless all the punchers and throwers
Yes you say there are "better ways of dealing with your emotions"
But your treatment plan doesn't work for everyone
Some people meditate to deal with stress
Others make holes in dry wall and from what I have heard both ways work

I ask myself at 10:14 if I really want to get romantic love again
Probably not I tell myself
At least not soon
Romantic love and ****** love are mostly lost on me and I turn my love to friends, family, and animals like the birds outside my window
And when I say I love America I don't mean the government
In America we draw too thin of a line between protest and disrespect
Politics is always violent because people are violent
And you can't change the natural tendency people anymore than you can change the rotation of the earth

So next time you get so frustrated with the lack of justice, compassion or another buzz word that goes with being a decent person
And there is nothing better for you to do than punch a wall
Think of me
Because no matter what
I'm rooting for you
fdg Jul 2013
reeking with self-worthlessness
because how am I supposed to top that
or top anything
because all I know how to do
and do well
is **** people off
and moments like this
long past you kissing me goodbye
me standing in my doorway left with none of you
but a t-shirt and the hickeys you left on my *******
and I am trapped inside my own color
or lack of
and all they can do is smirk at my black eyes
but they're black because I used to punch out my pupils
with hole punchers I stole from my second grade classroom
because I hate staring at myself in the mirror
and outside the moment of you licking up my thighs,
that's all I can look at
my purple, frozen lips
I sell my ice cold words for 25 cents on the main road
and you've forgotten about the cuts on my wrists
but I haven't because it's all the mirror shows me.
JDH Sep 2017
Part One
- Striking and the transfer of energy -

It would be my contention that most people, if asked where exactly the power in a strikers punch comes from, that many would reply with answers such as the arms, shoulders, hips or core. However, all of which are wrong to a degree, because these tenets of a strike are all secondary to the source of energy from which force can be generated: the ground. It is in fact the surface beneath a strikers feet from which much of the significant striking energy is generated up into the tips of their fist, with the mediator being technique. This knowledge alone of course does not produce an effective strike, however, this conception within the mind of a fighter alters how they see the process, for making a strike is simply the transfer of energy from one point to another.

How exactly that energy is transferred from the ground into the target is of course a matter of technique, but many traditional Martial Arts will teach the importance of the Stance in striking, particularly the rear leg. Before making an effective strike from a stationary or moving position, in many cases it is crucial that one's rear leg be straightened and not buckled at the knee, because, as the energy is generated from the ground into your target, that energy on impact will want to go back into the ground. However, by straightening the rear leg in your stance, much of this process will be eliminated as your body remains strong and upright upon impact. There are also many subtle nuances that can be developed regarding the Stance and the Strike, for instance, a short and strong push off of the rear foot before delivering a strike (whilst maintaining a straightened leg) can generate greater forward motion into your target. This technique can be developed through functional training of strength in the toes, ankles and lower leg, such as bouncing on the toes, jumping squats and other forms of exercise.

To use the example of the right hand straight punch (Gyaku tsuki) from a standard stance, it is also important to keep one's right side hip and shoulder locked back in a strong position, almost as a bowman draws his bow, as this creates a stance from which a tremendous transfer of weight can be shifted through your body. On making the strike, the sharp twisting of the hips and release of the shoulder will result in a launch of the striking hand out towards the target, not only creating speed and power, but also covering more distance via extending the shoulder and twisting the hips. This is why traditional Martial Artists are often able to fight from a distance and cover distance rapidly in making strikes.

Furthermore, to increase the power in a strike, it should be delivered in a whipping motion, and not in brute muscular strength. Many have a tendency to use the muscle strength in their upper body to create force, however, it is greatly more effective to relax these muscles when the strike is in motion, tensing only at the last minute in order to generate a whipping effect (sometimes refereed to as elastic recoil). Other ways in which this can be done is through a sharp twist of the wrist at the very last second from knuckles facing down to knuckles up (body punch) or to the side (face punch), as this will truly drive the strike into the target, also helping to generate that whipping effect on impact. On making this strike, as one's fist is thrown forward toward the target, a very slight and nuanced control of one's own body weight is too, greatly effective, as it is possible, through a short ****** of the upper body (whilst not lunging) to throw your weight through your arm, whilst remaining upright. This technique is so subtle that it is difficult to explain without demonstration, however, what is done is that as your leading foot lands before making the strike, one's body weight should follow that forward momentum for just a split second before releasing the strike which will create a kind of kinetic chain. This technique can be very effective if developed with control of your own centre of gravity.

Another greatly important tenet of making a strike that is often overlooked in many traditional forms of Martial Arts is protecting yourself whilst striking. It is important as you are most vulnerable when on offence (which is why timing is vital). Because of this I have tried to develop techniques that eliminate risk when striking, though, of course there are multiple methods that can be taken to minimise risk offensively, I will focus on what can be done regarding positioning. For instance, when throwing a right hand punch as your primary strike, to negate your opponents counter strikes, rather than advancing straight forward, it is possible to advance at an angle, i.e. stepping off with your leading foot to the left. This technique is more effective against straight punchers, however, can be effective in general as many are familiar with opponents advancing linearly toward them, thus the step off can be offsetting and will likely result in their punches travelling past you instead of into you, similar to how a boxer slips punches. What can also be added to this technique is that as you step off, rather than simply stepping with your foot closer to the ground, is to step with a swinging motion, lifting your foot clear of the ground. This will negate any possible sweeps to your leading foot that an opponent might make and will check any leg kicks. When defending yourself to counter attacks, your free hand can also be an effective tool to guard yourself. For example, it can be used to protect the left hand side of your head in a fist whilst the shoulder of your striking arm can be extended to protect your jaw. Alternatively, your free hand can be used to protect the right hand side of your head by crossing it across your body and having your palm outwards.

Finally I should add that a strike is most effectively made when your opponent doesn't see it coming.


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zebra Dec 2018
oh better not say that
weaving tongue
better not cut my ***** off
with malignant algorithm's
better not think lions shredding hyenas
while veiled demons lick ******* for car payments
and boarder children gnash heaping tears of blood
desperate for their parents loving arms
and soft troubled kisses

God looks upon his creation and says
"and it is good"

what will people think
am i a nice person
birthday face
shut eyed stiff
not dangerous, like a gun in the face

did i say the right thing,
cypher of morality
the knot of good, a slow strangle
a frightened worm
that wont risk tears

eeek
here come the scissors

technology brains wired like weaponized monkeys
eater of crumbs
heatless heart ransomed for the ******* rent

can i disappear
like a dead cat in a black box
better then tripping all over my self

strings attached with hooks
to digital shunted limbs
relics of modernism,
office life
boring like seamless gray linoleum
talking scapegoats hissing

always haunted by what's missing
guts spilling through clutched fingers

apologizing to a faceless crowd of sea shells
and bagged heads

spread sheet minds like computer screens
sitting all day, tabulators
data schmata
narrow chairs; bellies cascade and bloat
frenetic fingers and burning eyes
lungs exhaling only
robo faux; shut up
happy chappy snappy
key punchers
punched out

there's a part of me thats been crying since birth

be careful
the wolf is at the door
in this land;
the land of the free and the brave
Tintswalo Apr 2016
On a bed in a shallow room I lay
Breathless and In huge dismay I ponder
Lifeless, cold in nature
I wonder to glooms of this darkness
Feet hurting on my back I remain
Cold as the sways of winter nights.
Comfortable as can be
I am at peace
At peace with this cold death state I am in
For no worry can be troublesome
No fearful thoughts can be spoken out loud
At peace with the cold death state.

A man came to my comfort zone,
With the sweetest voice words can't tell.
Touched my lifeless body to life
A fairy tale seen only in dreams
‘Little girl Arise' He said.
Little girl wake up.
Look up to the skies.
Healing is found beyond the horizon
A place only prayer meets.

Damsel arise from your infirmities.
That affirm your misery
Arise from your drunkenness.
That drains your energy
Arise from your pain
That paints your smile to sadness
Arise from your past
That punchers your spirit.
Arise from disappointment

Live beyond rejection
Don't let the frictions slow you down
Lift your heart up high
Believe in Him that never leaves nor forsakes.
The state your being depends on it.
For one day,
We shall see him in the clouds of glory
We shall arise,  arise,  arise up to the sky to and meet Him

Listen here
The blind receive their sight
And rise to tell the nation they see,
The lame walk
And rise to tell the nation they walk,
The lepers are cleansed,
And rise to tell the nation they clean
The deaf hear,
And rise to tell the world they listen
And the dead are raised to meet Him in the clouds
Damsel,  little girl,  arise.
Darkness still shines,
Shinning brighter than the sun.
Evil doers who have skills of demoralizing,
Like politicians like pelicans dipping for fish.

HUNGRY *******!!

Try to diminish the matter, let's make it smaller,
Because if you focus on it, it will get larger.
Darkness like an impenetrable state of material.
Void in every and any space or form of light.

Destroying every shine that's right,
Who can heave light out of sight.
Yes! darkness still shines and hurts like a assegai.
Which punchers a hole in the hope or dreams of our bright beliefs.

It is said in the Bible,
That sufferings will always go on.
Man will **** and people will die for another to be born.
But don't forget that although darkness still shines.

It's not truthful light but the light that will soon die.
I'll give you a few

why are we afraid of our own poo?

blah blah *******

I think I might have scared her away

somehow, and this is sitting in my stomach, won't digest, hurting

aching, like a coldplay song, extends through the bars, leading me to...bars

****, ****, this and that

afraid of ******* something good up, always afraid of that

like my life is a tender, gentle fabric, of brilliance, and my hands are hole punchers, synths, sythers, synthesizers out of key, constantly playing the wrong melody

and I have to repair every day, the wrong way

and nobody minds, its good and its fine

its all in my head?

or was it something I said?
E Jan 2019
My hand's are callused July to July
I work all day and barely get by
From the mud on my boots
To the scars on my skin
Lord have mercy on hard working men
A sheep herder came he put up a fence
I saw him last August but I Ain't seen him since
The money ain't good but their's stories to tell
Pick up a shovel go dig out a well

We neither complain nor do we groan
Were determined as hell and worn to our bones
Out here in the desert if you die you fail
The ole cow punchers are mean as hell

Now i'm sure it must have been a long time ago
I packed up my bag and walked out the door
Mother was crying and papa said go on
If you ain't staying here go find a new home

I joined up the army they cut off my hair
taught me to shoot and how not to care
I picked up some habits
I picked up some girls
I burned down the village and traveled the world

Had me a buddy his name Chen Lee
Drowned him an Insurgent down in the black sea
We didn't say much just watched and we stared
As the bubbles popped up his last breath of air

Four years is long six months is bad
The hardest of all is the one's you ain't had
If you're looking for answers
If you sure want to know
Go ask the insurgent who sleeps down below
This poem was an inspiration from
Plato's quote ''Only the dead have seen the end to war ''
Which I have always though was very truthful
in the sense that war never ends anything it is only the beginning
to more war
Mateuš Conrad Feb 2018
o.k, let's begin with
                   bragging,
and end with it; that's also called
the youth not
having a fetish
with hooded men?!
try my luck at jerking off
at getting off women
at women doing
the practicioner
      basics...
         well,
   if one ******* is allowed
to brag...
what  makes the "other"
                  perverse?!
                 jaws or some jeeze?
the thought of killer sharks
is suddenly killer-caurosel
     you, *******,
                    gimmick-punchers?!
hard-on no via hooded attire
but a fake via a
                     :  wigging it?!
                 ******* gagging
wiggins...
                you dope him...
one, more ******* time...
           see what rus is actually
impure...
   probably a ratio
               of zero - nil...
                 bleeding eyes...
                    it breeds rather than
confiscates the advert...
                         hark, the summon,
debating teams: fox contra hyena.

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