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I really think
that it is just a sin.
That when there is trouble
The Big Boys join in.

They all come across
saying that they'll make a change
and then somebodys World
they will then rearange.

The US and Russia
along with us Brits
don't want it that way
so we blow it to bits.

We give guns to him,
supply arms to another.
Then we sit back and watch
as Brother kills Brother.

Who are we to guide?
Who are we to preach.
When we cling on to their assets
like a blood ******* leach.

We should leave others alone
till our own house is done,
yet we watch as our schools
become run by the gun.

Where now it's the norm
to be shot as we learn,
just as long as big commerce
is able to earn.

Those who should know better
don't know how to behave
Happy to see
another Child in a Grave.

So you Big Boys go elsewhere
because it's well known
that if you come to play
you come armed with a Drone.

While you're sitting back
comfy in your armchair.
You can relentlessly ****
from a place that's not there.

Then when you pull the plug
and remove your devices
we are faced with a problem
of people making bad choices.

We have made problems worse!
We have let people down
and when we get a world crisis
we'll react with a frown.

We don't want them here.
They cannot go there.
A whole host of humanity
who is welcome Nowhere.

We created this problem!
We created this way.
So in the future
keep The Big Boys away.
3rd October 2015
© Copyright Christopher K Bayliss 2014
Motto: „ they are all elsewhere/ examining things/ in new bedrooms/” – Charles Bukowski – Praying for rainy days

**** Bukowski
thinks that’s a supraestimated fake
for townsends of years
„ harder than The Riots of Watts”
and it’s not about *****

it’s too precoius and delicate
and it’s not about women
'couse the women *** with roses
or with the spine-birds
and still gets payed on the job

it’s all about poetry
it’s about that funny slaughterhouse
in wich we kick eachothers stupide ***
like some real lovers
and then we rearange our underwear
or what’s left of it

it’s all about  a load of **** good to be throwned at the garbage
'couse – don't mention it – there is nothing heroical
and every ****** thing is a makeup
there is just a mouse shiverring in a corner
two ugly frogs are hugging all what is left of the sun
and above all
the monkey is trying hard to improvise a tired smile

**** Bukowski
I don't know a living soul with such a perseveration
to ****-up his poems
like his money on horse-races
like his fat’n’ugly mexican ******
and still somehow to become his own hero
insane like this
born into this
and becouse he had lived to much like a dog

alone with the whole world
with it’s ******* **** beauty
in wich actualy nobudy finds his mate

in wich everything it’s just a canibalistic clown
and a childish cry
almoust painfully dead
from his own laughter
Nis Jun 2018
Two seven three,
Molecules set free.
Heat coming,
Sun shining,
More than it ever has before.
And it shall shine more,
And it shall get worse,
And the rise of Poseidon shall **** many.

SO3,
Oxigen roaming free.
Your sunflower rots,
The world keeps spinning,
But the caps get thinner.
And the shall thin more,
And it shall get worse,
And the rise of Poseidon shall **** many.

Take out your lenses,
**** the ant,
**** the man,
**** the snow,
**** the world.
And you shall **** more,
And it shall get worse,
And the rise of Poseidon shall **** many.

Arange your umbrella,
Cover the sun.
Grow tropical plants
Wherever you want,
**** indiginous plants
Whenever you can.
Save the pandas
Not the bees,
Whatever you say.
All shall rearange into place
All shall die or live more
And the rise of Poseidon shall **** many.
Im not a person
I have a person
its in my wallet
if you got a minute
I'll prove it
I'll explain it
to rearange it
in your brain stem
to churn your stomach pit

Alegal fiction was created at birth
against my will
too young to sign it
its not valid

You think slavery is dead
the sheeple are sleeping
in their soft shackles

We have freedom of choice
to keep us distracted
but we ask and beg for permission
like a child
can I use my property?
can I eat?
can I stay warm tonight?

Submisive to supposed authority
with their fancy words of trickery
Legalise to make to buckle at you knees
Please, Please
tell me there isnt a tax on my sneeze
Cause to me thats slavery
tom krutilla Mar 2014
words flow from the spigot of my mind
as they empty into the drain
only the residue remains
before they dry up, I'll pen these
thoughts of you
in a hurry state I'll rearange them
making the perfect sentence
then rearange them again
making another perfect sentence
but as the last word evaporates
around the drain, I realize that
the only perfect sentence is
I LOVE YOU
Life can be exciting but crazy
Things forever evolve and change
Like an hourglass with grains of sand
In this world we rearange
I will of forgotten by tommorow
Some of the things I learn today
Years from now things I've said
are things I'll no longer say
Like when I was a little girl
Jimi Hendrix was a man
As I grew he became a boy
This is hard to understand
I still have my memories
Still places I want to see
In a world where I forever evolve
Will I ever find the real me???
If the world could change
If it could rearange
Dont u think by now
That we would have done the same?

If the world could change
And turn judgment into love
Then somehow somewhere
Could we find what lies above?

The answer is uncertain
The path...dark and scary
The destination unkown
And the wrath of life be very

And yet the faith that lies within
The faith that clearly shines
Is not of religion or beauty
but rather In mankind

You may have felt it growing
Im surly not alone...
Something big is coming
The horizon clearly shows
Something is coming, is it good or bad
Mike Hauser Oct 2014
Break me Lord...

So in my brokenness you can put me back together

Take me Lord...

Rearange the pieces that do not fit

Into your mold...

Pour me out for better

Bought and sold...

In Christ Jesus I will live
aldo kraas Aug 2023
My father
You will be right here
Every single day
Delivering me
Peace of mind
Because I live
A very stressful
Live every single day
I  have time
To spend my life
Praying for you
Also I live a very busy life
I should not rearange
My schedule
I have time for you
So I can pray
For you
Father I feel so
Ashamed that
You always have time for me
And you keep me alive
Here on earth every single day
And for that I am grateful father
Also I know that you own my life
And my life is in you hands
I can plan my life every single day
And live my life the way I had planned it
Also father I am not a spring chicken anymore
I am now an old men
My younger days are over now
Father I think I get Obsessed
With my prayers every single day
Also father I am very religious
When it comes to religion
Some people say that I am a religious fanatic
I don’t feel that way
I feel that my father was the men
Who gave me my life
I didn’t ask for my father to make me
He made me with his holy hands
Many years ago
And placed me here on earth to live
Father I must tell you that I just don’t like
The earth at all
Because there are no peace
On earth

— The End —