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Kara Jean May 2016
A calamity of views abused
When the alcohol is strong
The choices go wrong
Everyones offend through Misinterpreted temptation
Using my over analyzing brain to calm the degraded
Crying over a mundane sane
Looking for persuasion
Through persecution
Picking out your weaknesses
Bleakness, is a majestic trait
Not intentionally
Burdening their agony
My name is animosity
I depict a character that sympathizes
Your alibies
Using my vulnerability
Contaminated humility
Finding
The hiding
No problem suggesting
My dark secrets of the night
Applying my skits that fit right
Paranoid to be viewed in a mortifying light
I would be lying denying my animalistic ride
I have scrutinized
Remorsing
I see earth born
Godly you stand
In the morning
Behold deformities
You fit the norm
I bow to your Godly proportion
In vein this I pray
Amen
Kara Jean May 2016
The wind rumbles, persuading
The dry sand encrusted sky shines
Redirecting with force the human path
The empowered rage as trash and tree branches pass by
The wind hears to no laws only the torn
A breath of a savage
Alluring destruction
I put my hands out wide, my clothes blowing high
My eyes concealed
The strong breeze shoves my hips and arms in different positions  
An outcome is all I ask to reach
Listening to my request the wind has no remorsing
No conditioning, only thrusting
Poetry by MAN Aug 2014
Poetry with rhyme its what I do
Master of the old creator of the new
One with the flow my powers are true
Wizard of the word I can dazzle you...
Tingle when we Tango
Mingle then I'll mangle
Tagging hearts hmm I'm a Vandal
Hold to trust like a handle
Bad I own tell tales unknown
Heads explode minds are blown
Methodical turn every stone
Spiritually twisted I have grown
Feeding..Forcing..running its course in
Married today tomorrow divorcing
A solider must **** with no remorsing?
Fight silly wars governments are forcing
Like Cattle hear the rattle of the bell
Set on a path straight to hell
Barbeque babies whatever they can sell
Sad are the tales we never tell
Witness to the scene of a crime
Watch we do with eyes of blind
Searching for saviors to save our mind
Spoken in the language of Poetry with Rhyme...
M.A.N 8-6-14
ArturVRivunov Oct 2011
Jumped into river of sorrow. . Landed myself beside tomorrow. .island
consider this world a heaven for it is what we see. . . . . .
will be all that we all remember. . .
generations passing on and building music with our sounds. .
stringing out to another. . as endless it may be, there’s never intention to bother
like bodies, minds, and hearts stepping around. . .
Fusing into a subtle tune. . . ., that makes the sense of one. .
Where anything is but happy feeling no less then weight of ton. .
For in my time there was and is the only one. . lady life. . .

I am a circumstance that but is not understood. .
What you think of image i am being,
when question is simply happiness and my way of life. . .

What hell this riding ****. .
Mind your business,  loompampa head. .
Life's pleasant knowing it's part of it. .

You think I got time for some thirty minutes. .
Of course I do. .
Because life. . .  my pace. . . . is best to stay that way. . .

unpredictable but sound . . Strung to find and meet. . all recluse stuck on beat. . . .
Likewise no need repeat impartial worries. . .

i stand and choosing to be the way I am, for if to start someone's business. . aiding , I isn’t ******* relating. . . .
not part my life of worry to masses. . .except to aid it wordly. .
with my soul and **** humanity came close to killing. . . that’s why I’m on this mic spilling. . .
To put in perspective the best my eyes do see. . .
and how they see, im blessed, to train me so. . .to feel the feeling of life's every blow
I came to this place with measure of worries. . .toiling in stories. .
now I am recluse feeling no worries. . . .

Jumped into a river of sorrow. . . .landed myself on land of today. . . ai. . .******* no way. . .
For now it’s only place I’ll keep my feet planted to stay. . . . .even as many of you haters want me to sway

Some say ******* no way. . .always stepping in crowd. . . the otherway. . .
In my future.
clear and early where all is smiling faces. . .giving each other pure embraces. . . .
to some unrealistic. . .so as to why
Some mazza fuckas do is speak from darkest of corners. . .talking ****
to each other. . . .
like one to and from the other. . .
Remorsing to boring tempers. .All just wearing your pampers. . thinking
behid.

If this hits you so hard. . Let me know and I’ll find another way to start. . .
All you mazza fuckas do is creep from darkest of corners. . .
Tending to energy far over your heads. . .always speaking down on some others. .around you. . . .

But around me, stick until your out of your breath. .
Perhaps with some others, there’s the lack of conversing because their stuck in their heads. . .

I speak from the heart when I say to you so. . .
In reason you passing such energy is nothing woooo terrific. . .
stanky breath
I ******* don't hate it. . But rather not appreciate it. . .for with my stanky breath
i push with something rather then your patience. . .


with every nation involved. . . .
i solved the problem of me,
the passion in ration of me. .
Who i am in slightest of spirit. .as humanly possible

Who is you I see. .

No matter how you blink,
how you think,
how long it takes you to evoke the senses of you, . .
You are in my sights a beautiful star. .
together we can go far. . .
Even being afar. . .ill walk to you without my car. . .
From A to A, memory. . . . From A to M family, not that far. . . .
[After C Heaven Start]
Never the less, my hands across my breast. . .flat as flat iron. . .
.I am made of iron. . . .biches always blarring their sirens. . .for what reasons. . .respiring in deep ****. . .for the day it’s what they desiren’

Killing time with  cigarettes. . . .since I was 6. . .******* biches that made me start. . . .I wish life would just make you smell it’s ****. . . . .
And find the purest of heart. . . then dwelling in smells. . .from procreated hells. . . .
Please be considerate, ***** words put together, make beautiful poetry. It is not to offend anyone in regards to being good souls, it is to distinguish our intuition of why we have hate for nonsense.
Today we weep
For all friends
Leaving us for their
Immaculate flow of feelings
Not wanted to be disturbed...
Between us is a mug of warm milk
Dissolved in the morning black coffee
Your hand leaned on the elbow and gentle
Fingers hold this white jar where cute teady bear
Is painted under the comforting quote in the cloud above:
"Only for You" ~ *in blue

"People are like angels      
with one wing. If we want  
to fly, we have            
to embrace."               
Holding a flowery bouquet...butterflies flutter
alive flowers growing... underneath it all...
    
Listening to the romantic symphonies,
Beautiful beyond the impermanent world of suffering and Disappointments
Nostalgia of old
Picturesque movie scenes gives our aching hearts
Hope for all the lost souls.
Aware of beauty, grateful for health, we cannot help ourselves...
Your beard is shaking a bit... upon your shoulder my cheek
is leaned, caressing your chest and the silky skin covering
the transparency of your bluest veins
Sol-tear trickles down my lips
I taste our sadness...
Our love
I smell
My fear and hope for my friends beloved young girl suffering anorexia
Your loss for your aunt - a departed part of your dna
Her spirit behind the veil of the bookshelves watching
At night us sleeping in utter silence needing to unchain.
Remorsing, for not visiting her as often...
My old, old aunts silent suffering glance
This silent loving reminder speaking to me
without words with love and sadness...
For me not visiting
My love,
we are not perfect ~
but we are alive!

"Two lost souls..."
*loving as much as we can.
Without music the world would be a horrible, desolated space.
A Lopez Aug 2015
Slip into
My arms
And you
Will find
Destiny
In time
With me
But I
Have not
Met you
Yet
So I won't
Spend
My time
Wasting
My life
Away on
Searching
For what?
Rehearsing
For what?
Remorsing
For what?
I'll do
What I
Got to
Do
To find a dream
Man
Who's dreamy
And like me
Who's true.
Remorsing my actions,
Soothing own woven wounds,
I staggered,
The ambiance around me filled with familiarity,
Feeling my breath enticed,
Replacing the blur with vision again,
The wind started whirling around me,
My brain looking out for the reason,
Trusting my senses I turned around,
Fallen on the ground,
Finding for the gulp of air,
She lifted her head,
Eyes moistened with tears,
Breath uneven due to tiredness,
Lips trembling with the cold,
My heart broke with destruction I caused,
Converging her fortitude,
She held out her hand,
I only asked her 'Cam I be weak?',
She responded with her liveliness,
She entwined me in her freshness.
Two damaged people trying to heal each other is love..
-R.H.Sin

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