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wispy clouds on a blue sky and a blood- less sunset, lost on all for now some despised boys in cowardly mens bodies have more bul- lets than teeth, yet the chickenshit bites and mark and grief they leave behind, spent casings litter the halls of learning peace, pieces, seething, see the thing is now, lost on all for now   so how much hate do you have to harbour, to ****** a child? yet the clouds of witnesses stay silent; no, not the common man, the common women, who have in common with you and I, tears falling from, my eyes our eyes, there is horror, there is shock there is mouths open and no air is getting to the lungs, a silent scream for justice, as no one can bring the children back, memories do not cut the loses, yet the clouds of witnesses stay silent; those seats of power must be real com- fortable at this hour eschewing respon- sibility, for there is no gain by get- ting involved, the ultimate of pre-emptive fear, how hard can they be to find leaving a yellow streak wherever they go, crawling on their yellow bellies. this is not to be read, out loud for even the sound and rhythm, from anywhere in world, would break hearts, my heart cannot make rhyme and reason about this crime,  see there is an evil scaramouch, no credit the pantywaist deserves, takes on flesh and payment is required. What is lost on all for now.. What is lost on all for now.. What is lost on all Africa for now.. The value, the energy, the beauty, the potential, the future, there were musicians, there were geniuses, there philan- thropists, there were artists, ** there were poets,** they were children and grandchildren, they were going to be parents, they were going have children and that is lost on all for now and forever.
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Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
darrell-wade-elverum
Lost on all for now
wispy clouds on a blue sky and a blood- less sunset, lost on all for now some despised boys in cowardly mens bodies have more bul- lets than teeth, yet the chickenshit bites and mark and grief they leave behind, spent casings litter the halls of learning peace, pieces, seething, see the thing is now, lost on all for now   so how much hate do you have to harbour, to ****** a child? yet the clouds of witnesses stay silent; no, not the common man, the common women, who have in common with you and I, tears falling from, my eyes our eyes, there is horror, there is shock there is mouths open and no air is getting to the lungs, a silent scream for justice, as no one can bring the children back, memories do not cut the loses, yet the clouds of witnesses stay silent; those seats of power must be real com- fortable at this hour eschewing respon- sibility, for there is no gain by get- ting involved, the ultimate of pre-emptive fear, how hard can they be to find leaving a yellow streak wherever they go, crawling on their yellow bellies. this is not to be read, out loud for even the sound and rhythm, from anywhere in world, would break hearts, my heart cannot make rhyme and reason about this crime,  see there is an evil scaramouch, no credit the pantywaist deserves, takes on flesh and payment is required. What is lost on all for now.. What is lost on all for now.. What is lost on all Africa for now.. The value, the energy, the beauty, the potential, the future, there were musicians, there were geniuses, there philan- thropists, there were artists, ** there were poets,** they were children and grandchildren, they were going to be parents, they were going have children and that is lost on all for now and forever.
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Suffocating loneliness Drowning—deep seas of nothingness Clenching fists Squint through an emotional mist Everyone will wallow But what follows such sorrow? A repeated pattern As the rings circle Saturn So too—your mind attempts to fathom Around and ‘round(?) them. Trip, chase, flip, brace Circle back Nothing lies ahead But dread and your tear tattered torn face Push aside pleasures Once valid safety measures Empty—to be forgotten forever? Unfortunately never Reach out—take a chance. I… Miss what once was, us two Left stains of sadness, residue Let words become lost, misconstrue Feel excellently engraved, worn tattoo Am at the end of your line, long queue Was stupid, so Boo outgrew Did all that I could, untrue ’m stuck—skin tugged, like glue But all that choked through was— I miss you Seen—and scene The cycle begins anew… Ten hours and forty-two–
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Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 10:48 PM UTC
R_Reed
A-waiting Respon(se/der)
Suffocating loneliness Drowning—deep seas of nothingness Clenching fists Squint through an emotional mist Everyone will wallow But what follows such sorrow? A repeated pattern As the rings circle Saturn So too—your mind attempts to fathom Around and ‘round(?) them. Trip, chase, flip, brace Circle back Nothing lies ahead But dread and your tear tattered torn face Push aside pleasures Once valid safety measures Empty—to be forgotten forever? Unfortunately never Reach out—take a chance. I… Miss what once was, us two Left stains of sadness, residue Let words become lost, misconstrue Feel excellently engraved, worn tattoo Am at the end of your line, long queue Was stupid, so Boo outgrew Did all that I could, untrue ’m stuck—skin tugged, like glue But all that choked through was— I miss you Seen—and scene The cycle begins anew… Ten hours and forty-two–
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