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As mother nature's Punitive measure Against a society In maintaining The statuesque That doesn't bother, Our rivers Had become subject To a water thirst, To the extent Of projecting Rocky ribs Terrifyingly protruded out For easy count! But now thanks to The all-out, terrace making And reafforestation effort Of each catchment Farmers have made a point And also  to the afforestation Move of the government Rivers aside from quenching Their insatiable thirst Have resumed To brim over With floods Drinking water To their hearts' content. Our forests once stripped of Their wooded cover Have started, fast, to recover From afar they are seen Robed eye-catching green From a fry-pan sky Allowing a shelter Also busy Carbon to sequester. Wild animals That migrated Have preferred Back their way to find. Now farmers don't have Deep to dig To sink a water well Or find a nearby spring. Birds are heard chirruping Be it winter, summer or spring, While Brooks bubbling. Buzzing and hovering From this to that flower Bees are producing Organic honey by the hour. Promising a bumper harvest Farmer's plots have Fortunately continued To resuscitate! Those leaving Their denuded abode behind Away, who preferred To stay 'We will return back home soon! ' Is what They  say. Happily enough Mother nature Affords us a second chance Imbued with Environment stewardship If  we are willing to mend Our wrong 'Feast today famine tomorrow! ' stance. To dispel the spectre Of climate change And systematically face The global challenge True to the adage 'We have either to swim together or sink together! ' Hence in fighting the challenge Or adapting to the change Back scratching, We have to be on the same page. Indeed, irrigation must Not slip our mind For erratic rainfall A  lasting solution If we must find.// Once a famous Ethiopian Poet  Pro.Debebe Seifu Who had passed away had  penned down a picturesque poem lamenting the land degradation, deforestation and change of climate the country was suffering.The bad scenario seemed unrecoverable.Now a days Ethiopia is reversing that sad episode.I have therefore to write a poem on this #change   #trees   #erosion   #climate   #deforestation   #enviroment   #degeradation   #desertification
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Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 4:22 AM UTC
Fortunately it resuscitates
As mother nature's Punitive measure Against a society In maintaining The statuesque That doesn't bother, Our rivers Had become subject To a water thirst, To the extent Of projecting Rocky ribs Terrifyingly protruded out For easy count! But now thanks to The all-out, terrace making And reafforestation effort Of each catchment Farmers have made a point And also  to the afforestation Move of the government Rivers aside from quenching Their insatiable thirst Have resumed To brim over With floods Drinking water To their hearts' content. Our forests once stripped of Their wooded cover Have started, fast, to recover From afar they are seen Robed eye-catching green From a fry-pan sky Allowing a shelter Also busy Carbon to sequester. Wild animals That migrated Have preferred Back their way to find. Now farmers don't have Deep to dig To sink a water well Or find a nearby spring. Birds are heard chirruping Be it winter, summer or spring, While Brooks bubbling. Buzzing and hovering From this to that flower Bees are producing Organic honey by the hour. Promising a bumper harvest Farmer's plots have Fortunately continued To resuscitate! Those leaving Their denuded abode behind Away, who preferred To stay 'We will return back home soon! ' Is what They  say. Happily enough Mother nature Affords us a second chance Imbued with Environment stewardship If  we are willing to mend Our wrong 'Feast today famine tomorrow! ' stance. To dispel the spectre Of climate change And systematically face The global challenge True to the adage 'We have either to swim together or sink together! ' Hence in fighting the challenge Or adapting to the change Back scratching, We have to be on the same page. Indeed, irrigation must Not slip our mind For erratic rainfall A  lasting solution If we must find.// Once a famous Ethiopian Poet  Pro.Debebe Seifu Who had passed away had  penned down a picturesque poem lamenting the land degradation, deforestation and change of climate the country was suffering.The bad scenario seemed unrecoverable.Now a days Ethiopia is reversing that sad episode.I have therefore to write a poem on this #change   #trees   #erosion   #climate   #deforestation   #enviroment   #degeradation   #desertification
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The punitive silences, the bad atmosphere they generate, the mind-games they use to try to **** you in are telltale signs of the toxic person. It could be your in-laws, a parent, coworker, your boss or spouse, a sibling, a roommate, boyfriend or girlfriend, someone you want out of the house. Toxic people want to make you miserable. Especially if you're a decent sort, they hone in on you like a heat-seeking missile. They spew their negativity and blame it on you. They lie constantly, or twist the facts to suit their changing needs of the moment and they never apologize (so don't expect an apology, ever). With a toxic person there is no reciprocity. They sprinkle their toxic dust on you. It makes them feel better. Their ulterior goal is to demean you, to make you feel smaller. They project their worst tendencies onto you, find fault with you for traits you don't possess--- a shadow of the **** that lurks inside them. They try to dictate the emotional atmosphere through their attitude or twisted mood. They drain you of your energy, bring you down, They'll always find a reason why your good news isn't great news. Their agenda is to cut you down to their size, to manipulate and control to **** you over while they play the injured party. Confront the bully. Speak up to the manipulator, the trickster, the backstabber. but beyond a certain point there is no point in arguing with them. Don't try to change the toxic person. You can't. You'd have better luck changing an orangutan into **** sapiens. Only a shrink could change them, and then only if they hit rock-bottom. Don't try to justify yourself. It's a waste of time which would only draw you deeper into their net. Set boundaries to keep their negativity in check. Stop trying to please them. Let that toxic somebody in your life know you're onto them and they can't get away with it anymore. Don't fall into their trap, don't get caught up in their life-dramas or try to get them out of trouble. Don't let them instill guilt in you. But try not to take their toxicity personally. Remember, it's them, not you. You are not to blame though they desperately want you to feel you've done something wrong. If necessary (and if possible), delete the toxic person from your life and move on. Know when enough is enough. Saying good riddance doesn't necessarily mean you hate them, it means your own well-being comes first. Immunize yourself. Preserve your inner strength. Set your own rules. And, when possible, just walk away.
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Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 2:23 AM UTC
Toxic People
The punitive silences, the bad atmosphere they generate, the mind-games they use to try to **** you in are telltale signs of the toxic person. It could be your in-laws, a parent, coworker, your boss or spouse, a sibling, a roommate, boyfriend or girlfriend, someone you want out of the house. Toxic people want to make you miserable. Especially if you're a decent sort, they hone in on you like a heat-seeking missile. They spew their negativity and blame it on you. They lie constantly, or twist the facts to suit their changing needs of the moment and they never apologize (so don't expect an apology, ever). With a toxic person there is no reciprocity. They sprinkle their toxic dust on you. It makes them feel better. Their ulterior goal is to demean you, to make you feel smaller. They project their worst tendencies onto you, find fault with you for traits you don't possess--- a shadow of the **** that lurks inside them. They try to dictate the emotional atmosphere through their attitude or twisted mood. They drain you of your energy, bring you down, They'll always find a reason why your good news isn't great news. Their agenda is to cut you down to their size, to manipulate and control to **** you over while they play the injured party. Confront the bully. Speak up to the manipulator, the trickster, the backstabber. but beyond a certain point there is no point in arguing with them. Don't try to change the toxic person. You can't. You'd have better luck changing an orangutan into **** sapiens. Only a shrink could change them, and then only if they hit rock-bottom. Don't try to justify yourself. It's a waste of time which would only draw you deeper into their net. Set boundaries to keep their negativity in check. Stop trying to please them. Let that toxic somebody in your life know you're onto them and they can't get away with it anymore. Don't fall into their trap, don't get caught up in their life-dramas or try to get them out of trouble. Don't let them instill guilt in you. But try not to take their toxicity personally. Remember, it's them, not you. You are not to blame though they desperately want you to feel you've done something wrong. If necessary (and if possible), delete the toxic person from your life and move on. Know when enough is enough. Saying good riddance doesn't necessarily mean you hate them, it means your own well-being comes first. Immunize yourself. Preserve your inner strength. Set your own rules. And, when possible, just walk away.
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Injustice! Posted by Olivia Kent on June 4, 2013 at 3:11pm View Blog Suffer not thy children, In a waiter service world of injustice, Nothingness in a world of tragic poverty, In a drizzle of tears, The children drown Emaciated children, Not smiling as they die, In world of war-craft, Dying, A little more each day, Not smiling as they should, Punished, Living in a punitive world of cruelty, Where craft of war is rife, Screams, Imagined in heads of strangers, Insanity, Piercing with horror, Ears sickened, By violent imagery envisaged, Emaciated child, *** bellied, Gaunt, Virtually lifeless, Dead before death, Snatches, Life blood vanished, Without request! There is no youthful exuberance on this face, Overjoyed, Delighted, I don't live in this place! Copywrite Livvi Kent 04/06/2013
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Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 3:21 PM UTC
Injustice!
It is not punishment if you don't feel pain embarrassed humiliated even if there's force anger resounded curses pronounced. Punitive means can come in the form of simplest actions, sometimes without intentions.
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Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC
Punishment
Umbrage ultraism infrangible extemporaneous incognito edition Penumbral platitude platonic proxy photics rendition Interface fenestration imbroglio pandemonium inducement sedition Wretched infelicitous extant trajectory sordid intuition Scandalous scavenger squalid anomalous punitive condition Panacea chiaroscuro parallax emanate imminent perdition Equilibrist revision exertion suborn temerity imbues Indulgent zealous discrepancy apparentness cogitation accrues Heuristic noumenal psychokinesis extrapolation incursion construes Aura auspicious primitive prism processional reviews Obstinate tenacious preeminent edificatory omnipotence eschews Equivocal gumption ratification constitutional manumission ensues      Delusory apparition extravagance peccavi verity tempestuous Obtrusive obtusely overt indemnities sagaciously obliquitous Ephemeral anxiety antonym existential exigency alacritous Fortuitous emendation phantasm ontological ontogeny acuitous Indemnify veracious infernal infidel impunities iniquitous Meritorious fulham presumptive extrication expiation indigenous
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Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 9:20 PM UTC
Anonymity emanations
Don't you chirp at me. Eyes closed, the sun stabs her in the mouth. The taste of fear fills her face as everything come back; she vomits a good while, memories stirring and playing themselves in the tune of a forgotten sea (cause times are changing and that's just what they do). spit. trust. trust. spit. Waves crashing against a wall of recollection in a way that is meant to be kept for the punitive and the exiled. The train blares outside somewhere fuzzy focus dissipates quickly and this slowly comprising function of clarity comes to a screeching halt as it begins to pour in. In some state of bewildered entitlement
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Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 2:40 AM UTC
put your pillow over my face
14th Feb 2014 They are all around us,  within, without, above, behind and before us; Fanning the flames of the famous, the wealthy and fortunate with secret agendas and infamous fame of their own. I throw a stone send it crashing through houses of glass; I see their comings and goings in the Grove of Bohemia; drinkers and liars; role-playing fraternity fools. There are rules. It takes more than just peeing at trees to be properly manly; secrecy more than life is at stake when the fodder is human, throw off your cares to the punitive furnace of hate. Such ill-fate that begets our world leaders, hatched out of a tangible darkness; parasitic, calamitous, venomous world-gobbling evil Mammon, devourer of souls, will preside at the feast. And the Beast, Fourth Beast of Daniel, squats at the head of the table, fabled for pitiless torture of souls in transgression, slavers and gloats over innocence lost and despoiled.
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Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC
Illuminati Diabolus
Umbrage ultraism infrangible extemporaneous incognito edition Penumbral platitude platonic proxy photics rendition Interface fenestration imbroglio pandemonium inducement sedition Wretched infelicitous extant trajectory sordid intuition Scandalous scavenger squalid anomalous punitive condition Panacea chiaroscuro parallax emanate imminent perdition Equilibrist revision exertion suborn temerity imbues Indulgent zealous discrepancy apparentness cogitation accrues Heuristic noumenal psychokinesis extrapolation incursion construes Aura auspicious primitive prism processional reviews Obstinate tenacious preeminent edificatory omnipotence eschews Equivocal gumption ratification constitutional manumission ensues      Delusory apparition extravagance peccavi verity tempestuous Obtrusive obtusely overt indemnities sagaciously obliquitous Ephemeral anxiety antonym existential exigency alacritous Fortuitous emendation phantasm ontological ontogeny acuitous Indemnify veracious infernal infidel impunities iniquitous Meritorious fulham presumptive extrication expiation indigenous
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Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 9:10 AM UTC
Anonymity Emanations (re-post)
Most mornings are not clear. Most mornings are not the type with a ten-state view from the top of Clingman's Dome, and two very expensive tanks of gasoline. You're welcome. No, most mornings are battered by some kind of weather condition - rains and drizzles and nebulous fogs, unhappy bedmates, a productive cough - or else the sun just remits, stays dozing until it has slept enough. Then you get that gray sky- chalkboard, the punitive slap of humid cold on your early walks, your coffee rendezvous. Then you have too many garments at 3 because you put on extra at 8. Morning, in short, wishes you ill. Be aware that if you were born this century, you lurched into no midwife's hands, full of love and wet, but a surgeon's, gloved and powdery, who spanked you firmly, knocked you down with a commanding stare, and gave you the first of many cuts you were to receive. But for having woken up, let's say, on the wrong side of the bed (if even there's a right one), I would like to think we've done alright, are not too warm or upset at midday, not too disappointed in ourselves, our moments of astounding social gracelessness that we leave like bits of sneaker in our wake. Still, though, a question: where grows happiness? Where sprouts the silver trunk, the cypress or birch? Or ficus or orange or ginkgo biloba? Tell me. I would tap that tree 'til it withers, and die under its trunk, and the two very expensive tanks of gasoline it took to get me where I am.
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May 4, 2010
May 4, 2010 at 7:48 AM UTC
Morning Meditations From Clingman's Dome
I . Taytu Betul as a leader Ethiopia is famed for being A peaceful,hospitable And warrior nation How come  then it failed To come to your attention, As bees whose hive is threatened, Citizens are ever alert to To foil provoked aggression! The 1889 treacherous Wuchale treaty I will tear apart A messenger,with a tail Between your legs, Before you depart. The Italian version That tries to put Ethiopia, A sovereign state, a pawn Under Italy's protectorate Is completely opposed to What Ethiopia's Versions indicate. Till we meet Your colonizing troops At a showdown, As a punitive measure to A cheater or a clown I will be tempted to smack Your face To ram home,valorous, For fear we have no place. II  Taytu Betul a strategist To deny the invading Italian troops, advancing from Eriteria, Advantages of logistic We could do The following trick Indeed, we could shift The battlefield From Adigrat to Adwa Also we could cut them From a key water point Till for truce they plead. To this end, A battalion I will personally lead. What is more, I will inspire Women,combatants,too To fire! Parallel to that Our injured soldiers To nurse back Wounded in the attack Also dry foods To prepare and pack. III Taytu Betul  as a wife Though independent, With lots of love to Emperor Menelik II, My king and beloved husband I will lend a cooperative hand. IV. A beacon of independence & standard bearer True to my name  Taytu — A sunshine— I will flicker A ray of light The oppressed for Freedom to fight! Women For a military prowess, Leadership and intelligence Have acumen! ////
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Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 4:09 AM UTC
A Black Empress's Legacy (Taytu Betul )
I . Taytu Betul as a leader Ethiopia is famed for being A peaceful,hospitable And warrior nation How come  then it failed To come to your attention, As bees whose hive is threatened, Citizens are ever alert to To foil provoked aggression! The 1889 treacherous Wuchale treaty I will tear apart A messenger,with a tail Between your legs, Before you depart. The Italian version That tries to put Ethiopia, A sovereign state, a pawn Under Italy's protectorate Is completely opposed to What Ethiopia's Versions indicate. Till we meet Your colonizing troops At a showdown, As a punitive measure to A cheater or a clown I will be tempted to smack Your face To ram home,valorous, For fear we have no place. II  Taytu Betul a strategist To deny the invading Italian troops, advancing from Eriteria, Advantages of logistic We could do The following trick Indeed, we could shift The battlefield From Adigrat to Adwa Also we could cut them From a key water point Till for truce they plead. To this end, A battalion I will personally lead. What is more, I will inspire Women,combatants,too To fire! Parallel to that Our injured soldiers To nurse back Wounded in the attack Also dry foods To prepare and pack. III Taytu Betul  as a wife Though independent, With lots of love to Emperor Menelik II, My king and beloved husband I will lend a cooperative hand. IV. A beacon of independence & standard bearer True to my name  Taytu — A sunshine— I will flicker A ray of light The oppressed for Freedom to fight! Women For a military prowess, Leadership and intelligence Have acumen! ////
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"They admire us" a bucktoothed pirate stinking liquor and wearing clothes unwashed straight for an year at least, beams with such ill founded pride; pirates are called other names that sound ironically like accolades! Protective Gods wielding punitive powers too, on the other hand, did you notice, are feared like autocratic patriarchs, and hated secretly for their temper, a long standing problem, this! a clear case of warped  human imagination, I'd  guess why not God almighty, find some time to set right this one problem vexing us for so long!
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC
If you are looking for a perfect irony
IT'S WISE TO OBSERVE NO SNOOTY RESERVE, BUT DON'T LET YOUR LIPS NURSE A HIDDEN ITCH, AS THO' WORDS MIGHT COME FROM SOMEONE WHOSE DUMB, DON'T THINK EVERYTHING IS PUNITIVE, RATHER GRASP ANY NETTLE AND TURN IT TO YOUR ADVANTAGE - TO COME AWAY WITH A BONUS IS INCUMBENT UPON US, JUST LIKE A CHESS GAME - THE SLIGHTEST ADVANTAGE CAN WIN THE DAY AND SURPRISE YOURSELF HOW LITTLE YOU HAD TO PLAY; NO PERPLEXITY IS NEEDED, NO FIXED EXPRESSION, RATHER SHOW SOME OF YOUR SOUL AS THO' YOU KNOW WHERE IT'S AT, RATHER THAN SUFFER THE ZIG-ZAG SMILE OF THE CAT!
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Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 10:32 AM UTC
FIXED SMILE
Sun is up, expansive, out, and enveloping Moon is down, within, internal, and intuitive These two inside you are constantly connecting It's impossible to be just one or the other, but if you're not, then punitive measures will be taken to ensure we're protecting that ******* marriage covenant, a twinning of sun and moon; a ********** that's worth correcting: those couples that are neither, or only one- Women are 'supposed to be' moon, Men are 'supposed to be' sun, But femininity and masculinity into our genders aren't hewn There's some that are neither and none. This isn't just one culture, not just one idea The yin-yang is Chinese, the Word God's favorite son. Within the human soul is the forbidden black María we all know within us what is true and to be done. Although I'm not of that culture, 'Two-Spirits' were a boon, To hold a special place, set apart, but the white men have begun A regime of 'this is it, this is you, you cannot sing your own tune,' But lately, the real ones, the humans, we've won. Hey, guess what? I'll break it. Not sorry. I'm sun.
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Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC
Sun and Moon
The drive home begins with the Smiths And ends with the Pixies. I merge onto punitive pessimism Heading north Of an unfed need Starvation, climbing with mileage I switch lanes Into loneliness And putter up through The Snoqualmie pass The ceremonial point Where I disown one contempt To adopt another From west to east From mountainous mercy To a pathetic plateau This highway carries yellow lined cynicism And white striped weariness These pines hold my pining For a life I long to know Fully These fours hours are my grace period Of the transformation process From untamed flight to civilized standstill
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Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 3:33 AM UTC
Road stumble
sins and it's correspondense to luck, on a tree house on an empty island am stuck, helping hand for help in the present eyes, just a foolish thought i dried, essay of problems are here to be understand, helpless i become tightly holding my self hand, empty selection of friends results the lost of faces, forgetfullness is better in that top time of spliting shoe laces, peoples are gentle but to insert the drug , so that there need , become necessary business for there greed, fel of helpless words is foundation;and frustation, being of influence in strom under shattred hood, life feels as punitive and lost the dots of happy smelling sandalwood, drops of frozen tears stops on skin , cosy warm nothing remains , good as tight string, beging for need and confident wealth , bending down head touched knees i need help .
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 7:41 AM UTC
help less
love me when it's convenient love me when it is useful love me when love is necessary on the terms that i stay simple, i stay beautiful love me because your mother thought i was pretty, i was quiet love me because your father looks at me like a ***** successful diet love me until i’m not always sweet love me until it’s not easy enough leave me at the station kiss me like your lips have become strangers just for me and wish me luck love me until somebody else better comes along love me until i misstep to the words of the song love me until those nights you see me when i’m not strong love me until it’s not profitable until it rubs you wrong my words are no longer useful when they are not lucrative your eyes are no longer protective they are punitive i am no longer a friend just the tail end of another distended friendship ready to split hairs and end it not a person but a thing not a person but a problem you’ve been dissecting you don’t want to bend back and mend, it’s easier to wait it out, pretend away the tension show your teeth, your venom’s condescesion not so lost in your eyes so resenting my mention and i’ve been taught not to stop giving until you’re ready for me to stop and i’ve been trained to drink up the blood when it puddles in to treat people i attach love to like my king pins no one is just a lapsed vein and i’ve been told i’m not allowed to pull the plug once i open my body and let you dig into my love so here i am, watch me now to keep my ugly hidden to keep my thoughts restrained to keep the stains upon myself cloistered and contained by nature we are greedy and you can’t seem to stop taking because you’ve grown bitter dancing feet and i'm aching, you say i'm not grounded yet i’m a burden underfoot and you wish i’d just break life or break life in and forget what it took you want me to be punished or you want me to go you think i don’t know oh you think i don’t know you wish i’d just open, then you wish that i’d fold i don’t melt in the heat, but i crack from the cold your affection is grotesque and my voice has a certain note that makes you want to wrap each finger tightly around my throat you hate me, more than you love me but i don’t want to be loved if love barely stays afloat you hate me, much more than you love me and i was never told love was so naturally cutthroat
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Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 1:22 PM UTC
love is for murderers and mothers/ rewritten for flow/edits
love me when it's convenient love me when it is useful love me when love is necessary on the terms that i stay simple, i stay beautiful love me because your mother thought i was pretty, i was quiet love me because your father looks at me like a ***** successful diet love me until i’m not always sweet love me until it’s not easy enough leave me at the station kiss me like your lips have become strangers just for me and wish me luck love me until somebody else better comes along love me until i misstep to the words of the song love me until those nights you see me when i’m not strong love me until it’s not profitable until it rubs you wrong my words are no longer useful when they are not lucrative your eyes are no longer protective they are punitive i am no longer a friend just the tail end of another distended friendship ready to split hairs and end it not a person but a thing not a person but a problem you’ve been dissecting you don’t want to bend back and mend, it’s easier to wait it out, pretend away the tension show your teeth, your venom’s condescesion not so lost in your eyes so resenting my mention and i’ve been taught not to stop giving until you’re ready for me to stop and i’ve been trained to drink up the blood when it puddles in to treat people i attach love to like my king pins no one is just a lapsed vein and i’ve been told i’m not allowed to pull the plug once i open my body and let you dig into my love so here i am, watch me now to keep my ugly hidden to keep my thoughts restrained to keep the stains upon myself cloistered and contained by nature we are greedy and you can’t seem to stop taking because you’ve grown bitter dancing feet and i'm aching, you say i'm not grounded yet i’m a burden underfoot and you wish i’d just break life or break life in and forget what it took you want me to be punished or you want me to go you think i don’t know oh you think i don’t know you wish i’d just open, then you wish that i’d fold i don’t melt in the heat, but i crack from the cold your affection is grotesque and my voice has a certain note that makes you want to wrap each finger tightly around my throat you hate me, more than you love me but i don’t want to be loved if love barely stays afloat you hate me, much more than you love me and i was never told love was so naturally cutthroat
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Live for love: Life with punitive strife    Whether the mouse or grouse. Hands - yours and mine. And yours.    And you. As you lay there beside me,     I might as well be floating. Your smile    What shining oblivion So much more than epiphanies Greatness in every step Surely you fly instead. Someday we can sleep. And someday it will be tomorrow, and then Saturday. Running: What ground-worthy lust. Cunning: Simply to get rid of the dust. Birds of mass. Fly right on past. Smiles cannot count the Miles.
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Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 2:36 AM UTC
And you
I took a little trip Which somehow went on for too long. I did not plan for the activity But reached places I did not want to be in. Darkness was on the greater side And only a tiny space for me to escape through. The scenes had all been witnessed, But the troubles they had caused still pierced through the surviving heart. The present reality pulled me back for two seconds, But the power of negativity was too great. I made an effort to be stronger and watch the scenes again And just get over them as quickly as any soul could. They were haunting and taunting. However, in the old actuality, they were not that punitive. How beastly must I had been to be worthy of such affliction. I guess there just isn't redemption from the terror of the scenes.
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Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 8:09 AM UTC
"The Scenes"
SOMEBODY ONCE SAID, 'DON'T THINK EVERYTHING IS PUNITIVE,' I DIDN'T LIKE THE BEGINNING, NEITHER THE END, AND THE PIECE IN THE MIDDLE IS NOT WHAT FATE SHOULD SEND, TIME TO GROW UP - NO LONGER BE THE SPOILT CHILD, YEARS ARE ROLLING ON - STOP TRYING TO BE SO WILD; NOW I KNOW THERE'S NOT MUCH LEFT BEFORE THE FAT LADY SINGS - THE SECRET OF THIS LIFE IS TO ENJOY THE BORING THINGS, THE OTHERS ARE A BONUS WHICH ARE GIVEN, LEFT FOR US, LIKE ROSE PETALS SCATTERED ON THE BED SO IT'S BEEN SAID THAT GOOD FORTUNE FAVOURS THE BRAVE - MORE THAN TIME CAN SAVE; HOW LUCKY WE ARE - FREEDOM AT THE SNAP OF THE FINGERS, LACED WITH SANDALWOOD WHEN THE SCENT OF GOOD AFTER-SHAVE LINGERS, HOW LUCKY WE'VE COME THIS FAR, LOOK AT THE FOOD IN FRONT OF YOU, THINK OF AN UP-GRADE - GIVE YOUR ATTITUDE AN OVERVIEW.
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC
RHYME AND PUNISHMENT
scowling brutishly, while being walked by mind-- punitive tugs left out of joint. failed and failing wildly along the ground's satisfactory conduct. snapping a leash or two, to dig under--crater a moon dragging a fence of sunlight. to and fro, fro and to--the nubs of bones exposed, chewed and licked to see straight through obedience. was that you I saw then, in an ****** spell of light--a mask of terrible figuring? i tried it on, and pointed to myself-- then gave it back to you. weariness played with the holes on my back, and the kisses on my cheeks. with a directness that galavanized my humanity, rounded the plate of a home cooked meal before me. i drooled and teared at once, how curious a bashful animal--first, second and third person trinitized. fully accepting, that all we do is eat from each others hands.
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May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 1:18 PM UTC
Rounded the Plate
the new millennium a battle for scraps lions released upon difference, the poor, choices not those of the keepers. a loaf of bread tiles balanced on the heads of relations keeping out rain homeless, threadbare peasants huddled soft rocks under drone surveillance, workers packages dropped by insidious machines images unseen cameras shoot too the power of malevolence micro bombs Hiroshima Death Park they visited there on a slave break from the unseen threat enacting punitive whims keeping everything rare at the headland the dam flows into a filthy stream outside gates of steel reinforced minions guarding a winter palace. inside, a committee of charlatans votes on the next to go for another course of degustation. hobos cold, tired, thin targets without crosshairs and it's there outside what people think they see human robots misread a glance some concentrated glare only then goose-steppers shoot at a flinch of skin another one down
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Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 6:11 AM UTC
Dystopian
OLD? Young people say that I am old and gray, Not worth the powder, to blow me away. I just shake my head and laugh and say, If you are lucky, you’ll be the same way. I may be old, and as for the hair of gray. That shows experience, and time’s sway. If you think, getting old is bad, and punitive. Spend a little time to think of the alternative. C R Binion
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Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 2:01 PM UTC
OLD?
Today you’ve hollowed me out Because there are holes in my shoes From chasing you Hoping you could fill the holes in my heart And this is tugging me out to sea Like a riptide I think I’ve already gone under Undercover in the shadows of your silence As I watch you from a corner you’ll never come to anymore And wonder what I’ve done There’s something punitive about the way I love you And I lost you when I thought it was you that was strangling me But it turns out it’s still me Today I’m the version of me that you would love to hold Who’s broken and tired of trying on personalities like hats I’m miserable The me who needs to be scooped into your arms Because my heels are bleeding from running Away from myself The version of myself who’s not here at all Because I became yours instead of becoming me So I never became anyone at all There are no more arms to run to And I’m alone And it’s just a Tuesday I’m drowning out here In the ocean of apologies I still owe you What if I’m forever lost at sea
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 11:36 PM UTC
October 7, 2014 – Riptides