"retardation" poems
My sister,
an annoying blister.
In the depth of my relaxation,
she bombards me with such nonsense and retardation.
Like she's designed to disrupt every source of silence,
while I'm diving in the ****** of my imagination.
My sister,
full of spirit and laughter.
Her jolly heart is something I feel obligated to look after.
My sister,
Although having her endless branches of imagination,
says that I'm her inspiration.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 6:49 PM UTC
You tell us to
Spread
The
Word
To
End
The
Word
But you mean the word
********
And you think it's mean
Because of
Mental retardation
And how it hurts
Their feelings.
Stop that word.
I won't mind.
Just don't turn around
And call
Him
A
******
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC
We humans have
Lots of silly excuses
All the time
From dusk to dawn
And in all seasons
Whether spring or autumn
And if winter or summer
We always complain for
What we don’t have
Lacking this and that
And so on..
But we never
Count our blessings
Our mind
With no retardation
Our eyes
With no blindness
Our ears
With no deafness
Our tongue
With no dumbness
And our body
With no disability at all
Even though
Most of us
Believe that
We are not talented
And lack so many skills
But we never think
How a disabled person
Got so many vibrant calibers
Some can write
With legs
Some can dance
With one leg
Some can swim
With no legs and arms
Some can paint
With no vision
And all that
Mind blowing talents
With such disabilities
Is something
To learn about
But have we
Ever thought
Why can’t
We have that abilities
And the reason is
We don’t have an urge
To do anything
We have lots of facilities
Around us
And thus we don’t need
To sharp our brains
We live in pleasures
Like in a full swing
And thus
We don’t know
The pain of a
Handicapped
The darkness
Of a blind
The communication barrier
Of a dumb
The hearing impairments
Of a deaf
The financial constraints
Of a poor
And the loneliness
Of an orphan
We humans
Born as ordinary
And thus
No need to think
As extraordinary
We mostly learn from
Our mistakes
And so about the
Urge for it
When we get
A sincere urge
It results to a
Turning point in life
So why can’t we
Challenge our disability
And make it an ability
Let’s rebound our abilities
To make it a miracle
And enjoy the worthiness of
This graceful life
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 5:36 PM UTC
Extra Extra ...Read all about it!!!..The time for the righteous ***** is dead...You claim Your stature of limitations..But all you got is knowledge...Let me reconstruct the past...That the ones you preaching to don't see...Slavery...to share croppers.. to steal mill workers...Cotton pick en...to bootleg ‘en...to crack rock..slag ‘en...They got Aids from monkeys..So lets give it to all the monkeys..They know to much lets bury the smart ones under all the dummies...Rise up you righteous *** Shabazz..With more medals then Marcus Garvey...but this dispositions is thicker than the stash on Steve Harvey. Cuz the kids they love the Wiz...and all the green he smoke...Forget the yellow brick road...its these white bricks they see as Gold...But you so righteous with black power on Your bumper sticker...And so sweet that your water start to be thicker...then blood...with a hood that attack your own progression..You Been righteous for so long..with hope you feel depression..that you accuse your brother of mental retardation...urban gentrification...when he still live in the same house he did the year before...but you been moved to the east side on the top floor..You righteous *** ***** you been pronounced dead...back when them bombs hit over Bagdad...they waved the white flag..but you just made it easy...cuz you still so righteous...you done Got Fat, Turned Gay...and rallying for pride marches...Cuz you don’t know what else to do...your time is over..Them black cats use to be panthers, now you dress them up...and placed us all in a new minority...just to keep your righteous priority...Are You still looking East, or have you finally excepted the West..
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 1:02 PM UTC
What is being intelligent?
Is intelligent being a person who’s a prestige's individual that mastered every curricular course
And can solve every question with no hesitation
Or
A person with Down syndrome, Autism, Mental Retardation, etc…
That has a unique characteristic that makes them who they are and do things other people can’t?
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 3:47 PM UTC
The puzzle is never solved.
They are looked at and pointed at
by children who don't know
that we're supposed to pity them.
*Oh Son, Oh Daughter
they have Autism!
Oh, I feel so bad!*
The straight jackets and shocks
have turned to stares and mocks.
They didn't to choose to be born this way
a piece of a puzzle that doesn't fit.
We look at them and thank God that its
not us.
Its not me.
But the indifference doesn't work.
We thank God that its not us.
But do we ever feel any empathy?
If you could imagine having a retardation
never really fully understanding anything
A chromosomal abnormality that would
affect your whole life forever.
Having to be watched
always having someone taking care of you
you would never have any independence.
Autism seemed to be their name
"he's Autistic"
It wasn't their name.
There is much more to them.
These people used to be tortured
people thought that they had a demon inside of them
that we had to get out.
What we never realized was that
the real demon was us.
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 10:50 AM UTC
*retardation, inflammation, all these kids gettin shot up, diabetes nation. earthquake hits, tsunamis rip, solar flare sun, getting our magnetic polar shift on.
been around much to long to believe all the ******** they are trying to run a country on, think it's about time we awaken, come together and form a new united nations.
grew up in an age where blowin **** up made the front page, trading tourism for terrorism, gorilla warfare versus patriotic heroism.
**** the news, i been hit the with the love struck blues, instead spend my time promoting free energy, "Nikola Tesla's technology abolishes slavery"... Last call to end the fed, freedom for eternity; did you hear Britney Spears shaved her head?*
Apr 27, 2012
Apr 27, 2012 at 5:29 AM UTC
People are
either,
misread,
misunderstood,
misinterpreted,
or simply
not meant for this
time.
Retardation,
shouldn't be
allowed to exist.
For, putting
limitations on someone
that is amazing in
it's own right.
Is like judging
a
book
by it's cover.
In the real world,
judges
were supposed
to
bring justice
for those
who have been
jacked
off,
in the wrong way.
Somewhere
**** god bad.
Let's make it better.
Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 3:19 PM UTC
Tingly under the daisies;
Glassy-eyed, glazed, greasy;
Shaking, shivering, shuddering,
Wishing, wandering, whimpering,
Westernizing—
Romanizing—
Constitutionalizing—
Institutionalizing—
Perpetually searching
And dying
And living,
Watching Death survive
And scythe the frolickers,
The prancers,
The rompers,
The merrymakers.
A rose clamped between his
Grinning teeth glistens brightly,
And he dances so joyously.
“Yes!” say the naysayers,
Confused are the soothsayers,
Lost are the cartographers.
Oh, Utopia!
The monks are extravagant;
The meditations are a farce!
The preachers are beggars
And swindlers and chargers,
And Machiavelli fulfills his wishes!
Babies are stillborn, stabbed, and
Ritualistically sacrificed,
And their blood is spilled, drunk,
Slathered over the ***** man.
The evangelists scream and lie:
“You are all predestined to die!”
Oh, hail Utopia!
Wedded are the girls to the girls;
Wedded are the boys to the boys;
Wedded is Death to Death,
Life to Life,
And Life to Death.
Wedded are the living to the existent.
And the milking babes are slaughtered
Ceremoniously,
Surreptitiously,
Ostentatiously.
Oh, hail great Utopia!
We are all dead and unintelligent:
Laugh, laugh, Einstein, at your
Stupidity.
Laugh, laugh, Temple Grandin at
Your retardation.
Laugh, laugh, laugh!
Look at the sluggard, thou ant;
Look at the boy, sobbing wolf;
Aesop was drunk,
Aristotle was delusional,
Michelangelo was blind,
Beethoven could hear,
Poe was sane.
And I can't read.
They ramble,
I watch.
They sleep,
I watch.
They dream,
I watch.
They sleep-talk,
I watch.
They scream,
I watch.
They choke,
I watch.
They suffocate,
I watch.
Stone-faced, I stare;
Raspingly, I breathe;
Uncontrollably, I twitch;
Inwardly, I rage.
I hope you die, I hope you die.
I hope you bleed, I hope you die.
I want you begging and crying,
I want you blubbering at my feet,
I want you gnashing at my ankles,
I want you writhing in pain,
I want your arm twisted off,
Cracking with the snapping sinews, I want your beating heart in my hands, I want your genitals uprooted and stuffed in your throat, I want your stomach so I can eat the still-digesting food, I want your shrunken head and I want to force my thumbs into your unblinking eyes and I want to tear your face in two and I want you to die, I want you to die, I want you to die, I want you to die, I want you to die, I want you to die, I want you to die, I want you to die, to die, to die, to die, to die, to die, to die, to die, to die, to die and die and die and die and die and die and die and die and die and die and die and die and die and die.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 9:47 PM UTC
i am an apricot,
dried and vacuum-packed amongst chunks of cashew nuts and *************
i am a cigarette,
wrinkled and cracked with ashes so rank and how the wind whispers my bones away.
i am a stick of magnesium
extingushed halfway -
and i will never burn again
for you have swallowed my spark.
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 3:06 PM UTC
Do not be misled
He was the first to act demented
The first mental patient
The first **********
Don't fall for the deception
He was the first two face
The first disgrace
a loveless being without heart
He was the first to be thoughtless
The first to show distaste
The first to fall apart
Do not impersonate the first selfish being
One without reason
With nothing to lose
Please don't opt to choose
to be his possession
please don't hesitate to learn this lesson
He was the first retardation
An abomination
Cursed for eternity without chance of redemption
Who do you want to reflect
The king of imperfect?
The first serial ******
An ancient killer
skilled at attack
A personality (after death) that will
never come back
Why would anyone want to be
someone like that?
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 1:14 PM UTC
We forget
We forget those things we said,
How we wouldn't share hidden space.
You're space
My space
Secret bed space...
With eyes clenched
Legs spread
Arms up ahead
strong forces leading you to my base,
You remove my lace
To caress my delicacy with your face
But how do we forget!?
how do we forget time lovingly shared
Forget about all the feelings barred
Forget all the notes read
The wind she says i must for this is nothing,
But lust...
But how do i forget, when forgetting to forget is the only direction of my thoughts indiscretion
Have i failed to mention
the tension?....
My mind plays scenes that cause wobble to my knees.
"Please i yell, i want her to ring my bell!"
I want her ***** to grind against my groin.
i wanna be the keeper to her speaker...
I'll turn down the treble to feel her body's trembles.
I wanna be the assumption of her eruption.
The misconception of her detention.
The undetected of whom she's elected to spread her infectious pleasures, at our own leisure.
I wanna taste the treasure of her box, plot the scenes and dot dot dot
I'm sick of having to dine with her body in mind
When my eyes forever see her splendor would she dare render her body mine,
so i may dine amongst her divine beauty that protruds through my heart..
No! how dare i question this silly expectation of retardation.
This woman wants so much more of me, everything im to selfish to give.
Let and forget seems to be the polar opposite of the ridiculoisness of my wants and needs.
How do i forget!!!???
How do you forget!!??
What is it to forget the tragic magic of our secret love affair especially the intensity of moments barred.
... how do we forget... ??
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 6:56 PM UTC
I’ve read the Psalms of David
at least a hundred times,
today a revelation,
he must have lost his mind.
He went to fight a ten foot giant
with nothing but a sling,
in faith?
Or retardation?
Yet chosen to be king!
I guess he was bi-polar.
Bathsheba..?
Just a *****
Like apes or dogs with no restraint
and always wanting more.
He saw her bathing on the roof,
her alabaster skin,
the beauty of what wasn’t his
became a sin to him.
But I can’t believe she didn’t play
a part in this affair,
like girls in low cut sweaters
that get ****** when people stare.
The end result?
Its all the same
when someone winds up dead,
and all because
a crazy king
forgot to take his meds.
Dec 5, 2010
Dec 5, 2010 at 6:11 AM UTC
dark musty I am attracted, opposite poles,
a moth to the absence of light,
my mushroom blooms
the deepest shade of azure
awakening here, molding at the spore,
the leafs and paper and rat droppings
echo down the causeway,
the red rusted gutter escape flows into
nothingness behind me, I hate you; so obese,
rotund like a dimorphism of rubenesquery and retardation,
bent beyond shape,
borrowed against ****
I’ll collect the interest someday, maybe today,
or perhaps we’ll continue on smiling as we have
knowing that I pulled the last vestiges of your humanity,
shorn and weeping,
from your carcass years ago.
You are mine.
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 12:13 PM UTC
Full of Hope and yet it found me,
Hopelessness somehow seeped through my walls.
It penetrated the mortar that held my house together.
And I feel all alone while the people outside beckon to me.
Incredibly brilliant and yet unbelievably stupid,
The retardation of one seemingly trivial act disgraced my heart.
It’s like an acid, liquefying the bricks and dripping onto my shoulders.
It stings like a whip and exposes my flesh as I wait for time to heal.
Popular and yet abandoned,
People say that I have it easy with the life I have, but I hardly call it living.
Loneliness is a disease I caught from the cut called "closure" she gave me.
Finally my house is gone,
And I see my amazing life with all of my potential and all of my friends
And yet…
The sting of love clings to me.
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 9:20 PM UTC
my inspiration
and worldly alligation
seems gone
like a vivid eluscation
writings in thin air
as mindful retardation
slivered like a broken mirror
of lost fantastication
my mind feels empty
my mind feels blank
like bound for a fall
my body feels drained
like sunk in a tank
of nothing at all
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 5:41 PM UTC
The process is to accept
The progressive retardation
Wrought by chemicals
A necessary adjustment
Reevaluating meaning
Value and worth
There comes a point when realization dawns
The point where intellects breaks down to the base line of ignorance
Where attachment is severed
The process takes everything away from you
But not before draining it dry of anything worth having
And so the grandest theft
Becomes
The most glorious gift
Of nothing
(This is not easy to understand or comprehend,
It is the chemicals patient handiwork that allows eyes to see
To see and ears to hear
To hear
Without their scientifically regulated tutelage there are very very few methods that work in the 21st century that give them that side car joy ride straight the ribbon of BEING into to prayer closet of Nievana
Those of us who aren't willing to give up the things we attach to
The very things through which we define our selves, our souls, our minds, our hearts and our spirits
Drop them, move on a live without
When you realize you are living without, drip dmsomething else
It is the most difficult thing in the world
Yet by the end of the pilgrimage it has become too easy
Happiness is with nothing
Nothing is a clean slate for your imagination to create upon
This is heaven - wants nothing to do with the world
Process of chemicals and lack of sleep
It's a good thing
Though they who follow the path will be laughed at and scorned
By people who will never understand them
White trash bad *** and Rhoads scholar on the same page
"How can they live if not like us?"
You keep living, it's your calling
We are called to the realm of the supernatural
Where we will create our own heavens
Songs, stories,books , interactive movies we may never die
But if we do we know what we left behind
I wii not find I difficult to close my eyes
Having created in such a grand scale
Albeit with chemicals and ignorance guiding my way
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC
I found it deceiving
Plain white tees walking down the lane
With a hum on their mouths
And a jump in their stride
****
Ducklings they were
I found it deceiving
Choral tunes chiming on the radio
With an "ahh" at the start
And an "ooh" at the end
****
Advertisements they were
I found it deceiving
Cold wind blowing in my direction
With my heart shivering
And my soul trembling
****
Its the horror movie
I found it deceiving
It started with a friendly tone
Like "Hey how are you"
And "Oh, how cute"
****
Its a whole **** retardation
I find it deceiving
It went with some letters
Which then made words
And then made sentences
****
What (not) a rambling this is!
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 12:05 PM UTC
Full-time job
As a part-time lover
A fool fueled
By the feuds
That burns like the passion
Of a manic mad man
That manages to unmask
Conspiracies
Of secrecy
All the while
Spiraling
In delusion
Self-persecution
Trading sanity
For a truth
With no proof
Spewing his views
Over youtube
While you tune in
To a frequency
That frequently
Misses the point
The bigger picture
Is hard to see
When nit-pickers
Like I
Scrutinize the details
Then tell whats missing
With the audacity
Of a man with the capacity
To think critically
I mimic cynic critics
Then complain
When my views
Are challenged
Im challenged
Mentally
My retardation
Will eventually
Get the best of me
Hopefully
Before the worst of me
Becomes
The norm
This poem
Seems scatterbrained
Because my metaphors
Rarely connect
In the way
The reader
Is supposed to incept
I'd accept my defeat
In my attempt
TO prove my point
Except
I hate showing
What you'd expect
So as our dwindles
To the sound
Of my favorite instrumental
As I write about
Myself
Hopefully
You'll see the bigger picture
Unlike me
... I just realized
I forgot to put love
Before the word dwindle
In the last stanza
And ****** up this constantly
Rhyming poem
To point out
The small details
And as a final
Desperate attempt
To redeem myself
I'll selfishly
Forget you again
And end
On a note
As a notice
That reconnects my first thought
Of how
Unbalanced my time is devoted
Mar 2, 2011
Mar 2, 2011 at 3:40 AM UTC
'Education' these days
Is about 'pure' information
And by information
I mean presenting facts verbatim
And by pure i mean it's taken
As truth with no contemplation
That behind all this initiation
Is nothing more than total indoctrination
Into cookie-cutter patriotic nations
I mean even the word information
Is unsettling with reiteration
Think of it
like this
Information
In-formation
IN. FORMATION.
Conspiracy? Could be.
Though that is another story.
For now lets call it coincidental consideration.
To keep in mind what's lacking
In a cold calculated system of education
I ask you and i beg
Where's the social validation
That everyone is different
In the way they treat a situation
That people are so vast and varied when it comes to inspiration
And still we wonder why kids in school
Get bullied, beaten and mistaken
Treated by their peers as some kind of social retardation
By other young minds bored and rampart with frustration
From a system failing day by day
Generation by generation
I mean is it no surprise from a society with a hellebent fixation
Upon competition
Survival of fittest
And human exploitation?
Of mantra screaming profit, selfishness, and lack of real cooperation
Nature over nurture and people under nations
That leave us standing divided and alone amongst as sea of potential collaboration?
And yet we're told to sing our anthems of patriotic proclamations
That we live in lands of freedom, justice, love and consideration.
So please believe me when i see
Your sense of self worth and participation
As something lacking emergent notions
When it's simply in-formation
What we need is real change via total non-cooperation
And to rest assured that our minds, and our childrens mind, and future generations
Are part of real solutions
And also full of inspiration
To take hold of our own thoughts
And redefine the importance
Of something we've all lost
Called self education
So please don't simply repeat after me
Don't seek my words as your savior or salvation
Just find your version of what it means to simply be
And forget what others see
As being in-formation
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC
Look down.
I'm taking a drink tonight {just like every night}
One sip for me one sip for you
My little one
Do you feel the buzz yet, poppet?
Is your heart beating faster like mine is?
Let's have another glass//shot//bottle,
Maybe that will make things better.
Make things better for you, darling,
That’s all I want
That's why I'm sending you away
Pulling you out of me, where you should be
(Don't worry,
I won't look at you when they put you in the trashcan)
The savior-trashcan rescuing you from
The downs syndrome that might have been
[excuse me while I take a hit]
The retardation that might have been
[excuse me while I do a line]
The angry disposition that might have been
[excuse me while I take him in]
Oh, my little cabbage,
Either thou, or I, or both must go
See, looky there, we have a little
Shakespearean tale of our own
Isn’t that nice?
Either thou, or I, or both must go
And no, I am not ready
As much as I crave the sound of
the flatline,
I have no craving for MINE right now.
So drink, drink up and hold it in, little poppet
Drink from the poison of my blood
Drink up
Enjoy, darling little one.
Look up.
“Forgive her,
She knows not what she does,”
Cries the Martyr in defense of the Being that
Mangled, tortured, ***** her of
Everything.
“She Knows Not what she has done.”
Aug 22, 2010
Aug 22, 2010 at 5:29 PM UTC
Tangled hair
Black eyeliner smudged across a high cheekbone
Brown eyes dull as filers
Chipped red nail polish - bleeding moons; hearts.
Ragged edged nails
Collar bone prominent
Perfume of *** blood, sweat -baby powder
pervades the unmoving air
Deep kiss, longer tastes.
Bloodied lips, chin, and neck.
Pheromones twice as high.
Adjusted attitude; Displaced emotion
Shut down - short cuts
Wounds on bones
Lesions on the toughest muscle
on the mind
Black hair sweetly slicked; pulled.
dark side of the moon- shaded eyes
lips full and pink-
Therapy in ink.
Water falling out of mouths.
Limbs intertwined; two end, two begin.
Musical sounds, bells laugh; caught
swallowed, spread.
Don't you forget what has been said.
Smile if it makes you happy.
Uncheck the clutter from the motels mind.
The brightest star -
died millions of years ago.
Wish it away and off it goes.
Colliding in a kaleidoscope
that turns out to be made of cardboard
and ******* dust.
Boxed up. Box cuts.
Walled in.
Fearlessly
vicious.
Mental vacation.
Emotional retardation.
Physical contemplation.
Separate spaces.
Different faces
Never Meet.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
Love is a progressively debilitating mental condition of irrational behavior, generated by repetitive occurrence of desired emotion. All emotions originate simultaneously with personal thought or belief. Then love associates with some form of a focal point. Virtually any thought invoking component of existence can be convinced as a focal point including, people, possessions, or even activities. The intensity and duration of love is typically variable, due to fluctuating emotional arousal. In-order for emotional stimulation to maintain initial performance levels, over extended duration, exercises must be conducted with the focal point. Once repetitive supply of euphoric feeling is established retardation of the brain is accelerated, drastically restricting rational thought. Without the function of rational thought, behavior becomes irregular resulting in rash conclusions. In case of emergency, ending contact with the target focal point neutralizes personal thoughts and beliefs, eliminating love in theory.
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC