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"retarted" poems
The word bipolar can put fear in your heart Because you’ll never know when it will start. Also known as manic depression and it can become A lifelong obsession. Wondering when the next bout of fear will enter you And if you know just what to do. It is like the devil trying to take your soul And it becomes a battle of control. Most times in order for you to live You must take the meds that they give. If your child is bipolar or autistic, will you love them any less? I don’t think so is my guess! The LORD puts a child where he / she belongs With a person he knows is strong. The strength of the parents helps them to cope With the problems old and new, and that is Something that they do. Let us be a little realistic, not many crimes Are committed by bipolar or autistic So how can they use words like crazy, retarted or handicapped When against us the cards are stacked, When this becomes a challenge close to home Remember that you’re not alone.
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 10:50 AM UTC
BIPOLAR
*adverts and the internet medium:     d'uh... you forgot the capacity   of the mute button...                     wha'? wha'?                                                audi tt? (let's expand on the title: geometry (Y) the three dimensions, and trigonometry (W)... cosine rule, i.e. how three-dimensional space behaves).* i was born in the late 20th century, and, right now,                    i'm seeing the "problem" you thought jews in europe were the problem...               ever read anything           on the subject of kabbalah? i can only reply with sepultura's:                       ra-ta-ma'h-hatta'h... **** me, the tetragrammaton feels like licking a pharaoh's toes in linguistic terms... *and there are always four,             to ensure there's one*.                but at least the aztec pyramids were not burial grounds, or burial monuments, rather, sites of capital punishment...    which the conquistadors misunderstood! only the whites know the concept of ethno-masochism.                       by common-tongue standards so thoroughly expressed with    the desired eloquence, stated, already. social sciences are a disease                             in terms of science per se...      why isn't there a divine intervention         story with regards to the aztec pyramids? **** me and the scaffold!              the largest bird on earth,      and instead of flying off,                 it sticks its head into the earth to "hide".                           that's pushing it... that's saying the non-existence of god is based upon the non-existence of a good joke;           i just don't think he needs to be revered...                  but obviously people have other plans...           never mind the comedian...    mind the moloch;    so they pray, and pray, and ask, and plead, and end up looking like amassed lunatics...    they demand praying...    me? i demand of myself thinking about him... hard to think about nothing,    if i were thinking about nothing,           i simply would be, not thinking;   and you'd probably find me:                                                  painting. but **** me, aztec pyramids didn't receive a divine intervention    but the egyptian pyramids did...    clearly the aztec pyramids weren't vanity projects akin to burial sites / tombs...           clearly...              sites of enforcing capital punishment; years later mis-translated by conquistadors...   and in militant atheistic form...                                               said: retarted.
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Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 3:09 PM UTC
aztec pyramids ('h'h catch vowels! / laugh)
*adverts and the internet medium:     d'uh... you forgot the capacity   of the mute button...                     wha'? wha'?                                                audi tt? (let's expand on the title: geometry (Y) the three dimensions, and trigonometry (W)... cosine rule, i.e. how three-dimensional space behaves).* i was born in the late 20th century, and, right now,                    i'm seeing the "problem" you thought jews in europe were the problem...               ever read anything           on the subject of kabbalah? i can only reply with sepultura's:                       ra-ta-ma'h-hatta'h... **** me, the tetragrammaton feels like licking a pharaoh's toes in linguistic terms... *and there are always four,             to ensure there's one*.                but at least the aztec pyramids were not burial grounds, or burial monuments, rather, sites of capital punishment...    which the conquistadors misunderstood! only the whites know the concept of ethno-masochism.                       by common-tongue standards so thoroughly expressed with    the desired eloquence, stated, already. social sciences are a disease                             in terms of science per se...      why isn't there a divine intervention         story with regards to the aztec pyramids? **** me and the scaffold!              the largest bird on earth,      and instead of flying off,                 it sticks its head into the earth to "hide".                           that's pushing it... that's saying the non-existence of god is based upon the non-existence of a good joke;           i just don't think he needs to be revered...                  but obviously people have other plans...           never mind the comedian...    mind the moloch;    so they pray, and pray, and ask, and plead, and end up looking like amassed lunatics...    they demand praying...    me? i demand of myself thinking about him... hard to think about nothing,    if i were thinking about nothing,           i simply would be, not thinking;   and you'd probably find me:                                                  painting. but **** me, aztec pyramids didn't receive a divine intervention    but the egyptian pyramids did...    clearly the aztec pyramids weren't vanity projects akin to burial sites / tombs...           clearly...              sites of enforcing capital punishment; years later mis-translated by conquistadors...   and in militant atheistic form...                                               said: retarted.
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םתוח השׂטן‎ and i thought that ancient egyptian was retarted... looks like there's a contender! hebrew! this language doens't know left from right, or up from down... hebrew is, by html encoding... a dodo project! it's retarted! hebrew can't survive in the html age... it's retarudus proximus! oh, you think arabic is any better? don't think semites should be laughing at this point... trying to write hebrew script is like juggling pineapples... what does it say? the seal of satan... satan? well that implies guardian of the tetragrammaton... i still agree hebrew evolved from ancient egyptian script... but hebrew wasn't used in writing html or any other computing script... that's why it's so retarted when trying to write it in html mode... nope, can't convince me... you can't really write hebrew in html mode... i call this the extinction precipice... if this ****** is going to keep up its copernican acid tripping not knowing left from right... might as well leave it at the roman long-handshake... where hands don't actually touch, but hands touch nearing the elbow... namely forearm-grip. as the original stated: the smaller the audience: the greater span of historical worth, and desire to upkeep: that pangloss citation from voltaire's candide: better us tending to our own conerns, that bother ourselves with the concerns of others. oh, i know what a small audience implies... didn't christ have only the 12, didn't pythagoras only have the approx. 30? there's something quite telling about a small audience...          not exactly cultish...                   but something beyond the realm of influencing people within a single lifetime...                    take en sabah nur and his 4: oh come on... rewrite tolstoy's war & peace in a comic form:   just to ease the gates for poets, and leave barren, the boring narrator... let's keep it at just that: there's something telling about a small audience...           look at the 1 and the 12, and now look at the billionth marker -   funny, isn't it?                 what am i claiming though? ah, that's simple, that's a revival of "judaism" - i say "judaism" because i am the one ordained with neither prophecy or anything worth mastering:   i am the guardian of the tetragrammaton... and sure, the god within the confines of philosophy has to necessarily not exist... but?        well... you can't really evaporate the tetragrammaton out of existence!              whenever the right time comes, i loose the title: chief prosecutor, and become chief defendant.
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Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 8:53 PM UTC
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םתוח השׂטן‎ and i thought that ancient egyptian was retarted... looks like there's a contender! hebrew! this language doens't know left from right, or up from down... hebrew is, by html encoding... a dodo project! it's retarted! hebrew can't survive in the html age... it's retarudus proximus! oh, you think arabic is any better? don't think semites should be laughing at this point... trying to write hebrew script is like juggling pineapples... what does it say? the seal of satan... satan? well that implies guardian of the tetragrammaton... i still agree hebrew evolved from ancient egyptian script... but hebrew wasn't used in writing html or any other computing script... that's why it's so retarted when trying to write it in html mode... nope, can't convince me... you can't really write hebrew in html mode... i call this the extinction precipice... if this ****** is going to keep up its copernican acid tripping not knowing left from right... might as well leave it at the roman long-handshake... where hands don't actually touch, but hands touch nearing the elbow... namely forearm-grip. as the original stated: the smaller the audience: the greater span of historical worth, and desire to upkeep: that pangloss citation from voltaire's candide: better us tending to our own conerns, that bother ourselves with the concerns of others. oh, i know what a small audience implies... didn't christ have only the 12, didn't pythagoras only have the approx. 30? there's something quite telling about a small audience...          not exactly cultish...                   but something beyond the realm of influencing people within a single lifetime...                    take en sabah nur and his 4: oh come on... rewrite tolstoy's war & peace in a comic form:   just to ease the gates for poets, and leave barren, the boring narrator... let's keep it at just that: there's something telling about a small audience...           look at the 1 and the 12, and now look at the billionth marker -   funny, isn't it?                 what am i claiming though? ah, that's simple, that's a revival of "judaism" - i say "judaism" because i am the one ordained with neither prophecy or anything worth mastering:   i am the guardian of the tetragrammaton... and sure, the god within the confines of philosophy has to necessarily not exist... but?        well... you can't really evaporate the tetragrammaton out of existence!              whenever the right time comes, i loose the title: chief prosecutor, and become chief defendant.
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You know I'm tired of playing this game Always chasing the right girl away All because I'm too blind and stupid chasing after the wrong Why am I playing this ******* game It's like I'm allergenic to the truth, And just enjoy beating my self as if I'm slave Like seriously what the **** am I doing with my life Ruining it, maybe Because I'm sure as hell ain't making it better I mean look at me battle scares are bruises imprisons my body in the jail ceil in monopoly Only if it were a game But no, this real life This is reality, what my life will be based off of But stupid ol' me treat it as if it was a ************* game Why can't I get it through my thick skull that is not a ******* game Am I retarted or just that slow It is as if my ******* chained my arms to the **** floor and threw away the god **** keys What the **** am I doing with my god **** life Why am I throwing it away as if it is worthless tool Am I really that much of a fool Just sitting down on this stool watching the clock tic What the **** am I doing with my life No seriously someone please tell Cause clearly I'm not bright enough to know
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC
Enraging Rage
How about for one day we all just kick it, Without hating anyone, Without talking **** or wanting to fight, Asking our enemies how they're doing, Not have to walk out the door of our home worrying whether or not our family will be alright. Count on one another, Get into a relationship without the intention of ******* on the first date and ******** people over. Whether you think it or not, all this **** rots your mind. And because of the way society is raised, we are all guilty of doing these things. There's no longer such thing as a pure heart, kids are ganging up on kids because they think it's a joke people are picking on those with autism. Have you ever seen a kid with autism cry? You think those you call "retarted" have no feelings and are just happy all the time? You're wrong, and that's an excuse that runs through everyones mind, saying **** you don't mean destroys others. Not only others but you as well, How about you walk up to him and give him a hug, and when you do you'll know what real love is, that person with autism should charge you a grand so that you could know what real love is. This person doesn't need to know you, doesn't care about how many people you've hurt, i guarantee he will hug you knowing he better make it worth it because he just might not see you again, Your mind rots, that is why you think it is okay to seek revenge on those who do you wrong, you seek to ruin their life, but that's okay, it's normal, cause that's the way we were raised. Have you ever thought, maybe i shouldn't care? Maybe these people already suffer enough as it is. The truth is, everyone suffers, just in different ways. The problem is that when you speak of kids from Africa who are poor with no clothes, you swear to be on their side and you swear like you don't suffer the same. But when that person comes to the U.S, where is the help now? You see him with eyes that judge, and you say, "I'm glad i don't live that way." While he is thinking: "I'm happy im alive, i'm happy i'm not blind and i could see these people with big blue eyes, green eyes brown eyes light skin, brown skin, and many different races." Well you're really fcken blessed aren't you? How about putting some clothes on his back, and inviting him to your home to eat; This kid was raised to ****** with a machete against his own will, and he was saved. You, You're mind is full of dirt and you don't even know it. You think you don't suffer the same? You think that you are blessed because you have clothes on your back? Help those around you, Pray for them, and pray for God to fix your problems as well. Cause you don't have the power to fix them, and the only way your rotten mind will think they are fixed is by putting those around you, under you. This is the ideal world, the ideal day, but it will never exist how sad is that. Love those around you, cause tomorrow they'll be gone. And your wish will come true, your enemies will be gone too. Society needs to change
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Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 8:06 PM UTC
For a day
How about for one day we all just kick it, Without hating anyone, Without talking **** or wanting to fight, Asking our enemies how they're doing, Not have to walk out the door of our home worrying whether or not our family will be alright. Count on one another, Get into a relationship without the intention of ******* on the first date and ******** people over. Whether you think it or not, all this **** rots your mind. And because of the way society is raised, we are all guilty of doing these things. There's no longer such thing as a pure heart, kids are ganging up on kids because they think it's a joke people are picking on those with autism. Have you ever seen a kid with autism cry? You think those you call "retarted" have no feelings and are just happy all the time? You're wrong, and that's an excuse that runs through everyones mind, saying **** you don't mean destroys others. Not only others but you as well, How about you walk up to him and give him a hug, and when you do you'll know what real love is, that person with autism should charge you a grand so that you could know what real love is. This person doesn't need to know you, doesn't care about how many people you've hurt, i guarantee he will hug you knowing he better make it worth it because he just might not see you again, Your mind rots, that is why you think it is okay to seek revenge on those who do you wrong, you seek to ruin their life, but that's okay, it's normal, cause that's the way we were raised. Have you ever thought, maybe i shouldn't care? Maybe these people already suffer enough as it is. The truth is, everyone suffers, just in different ways. The problem is that when you speak of kids from Africa who are poor with no clothes, you swear to be on their side and you swear like you don't suffer the same. But when that person comes to the U.S, where is the help now? You see him with eyes that judge, and you say, "I'm glad i don't live that way." While he is thinking: "I'm happy im alive, i'm happy i'm not blind and i could see these people with big blue eyes, green eyes brown eyes light skin, brown skin, and many different races." Well you're really fcken blessed aren't you? How about putting some clothes on his back, and inviting him to your home to eat; This kid was raised to ****** with a machete against his own will, and he was saved. You, You're mind is full of dirt and you don't even know it. You think you don't suffer the same? You think that you are blessed because you have clothes on your back? Help those around you, Pray for them, and pray for God to fix your problems as well. Cause you don't have the power to fix them, and the only way your rotten mind will think they are fixed is by putting those around you, under you. This is the ideal world, the ideal day, but it will never exist how sad is that. Love those around you, cause tomorrow they'll be gone. And your wish will come true, your enemies will be gone too. Society needs to change
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I am like an alzeimer's patient you can tell me everyday you love me but by tomorrow I will forget I am like an asthma patient you can kiss me a million times but I still find it hard to breathe I am like a epileptic patient you can hold me for forever and I will still shake and tremble I am like a diabetic patient you can be so sweet to me by tomorrow I will be in shock I am like an amputee you can break my heart but I will still survive I am like a cancer patient you take my insides out and I will still last a little longer I am mentally retarted because no matter how much I love you today I still believe you say you love me more two plus two is four but you plus me is more
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 12:22 PM UTC
Patient (in the heartbreak ward)
you can call me anything, "ugly" "fat" ****** "stupid" "dramatic" "annoying" you can call me anything, those words don't tear me down just don't call me retarted it kills me
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Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 8:36 PM UTC
don't call me that
Mad Man A made man, a mad man, but no I’m not mad and, I’m dreaming of scheming up a brand new grand plan, as in, a glad plan, to be happy and not mad when, people act bad as I suppose sometimes just happens, and that’s when, words find their way into your heart, hatred hits the light and dissolves, and we see the matrix coming apart, this is the definition of The Beautiful Art that we are, hope there’s enough diamonds in this dirt, to make the dirt worth this much work, the effort is worth it when we’re on the Ark. We are the Art… We are all art, this is all art, blow me a kiss, don’t waft me a **** oh sorry not sorry, was that a bit retart, or rather retarted, did we have a rough start, should we just restart it, because I’m late, a bit tardy but not hardly sorry, because it’s better to be a day late, than a dollar short and that word to Charlie, hardy, but not sorry, see we don’t care, not even hardly, we don’t care, as we buzz by like shooting stars, let them stare, young starlet’s go numb from the fun on the heart, I know where you’re at and can tell where you’re from, just from the scars that you wear, no time for small talk let’s take a tall glass and a long walk, see the road is long but if we stay strong and get along we’ll get there, don’t be scared of offensive truths if we have to we’ll take it there, see there be no PC for my Bee Gees, we’re Staying Alive staying live just to survive, How deep is your love love, tell me will I hit bottom if I jump in from a swan dive? It’s Saturday Night, and I’ve got a fever of Celsius 69, been spending Too Much Time in Heaven, It’s hot up here on Cloud Nine that close to the Sunshine, see I’m, making references to musical preferences, Bee Gees Staying Alive, How Deep Is Your Love Saturday Night, but I’m probably just sounding like a mad man, because you’re probably to young to get it they miss the reference, so I sound like someone who believes they’re right even when they’re wrong, but are just are too stubborn to admit it as a confession, every mistake can be a lesson, listen I’ll tell you what the difference is, if you learn from a mistake, you turn what a mistake was into what a lesson is, you don’t learn from a mistake, but you learn from a lesson, see honestly it obviously seems, that that’s the only significant difference, tell me what the difference is, between genius and insanity, honestly it’s only a few million, self made man so what can they tell me? A made man, a mad man, but no I’m not mad and, I’m dreaming of scheming up a brand new grand plan, as in, a glad plan, to be happy and not mad when, people act bad as I suppose sometimes just happens, and that’s when, words find their way into your heart, hatred hits the light and dissolves, and we see the matrix coming apart, this is the definition of The Beautiful Art that we are, hope there’s enough diamonds in this dirt, to make the dirt worth this much work, the effort is worth it when we’re on the Ark. We are the Art… ∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
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Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 1:45 AM UTC
∆ Mad Man ∆
Mad Man A made man, a mad man, but no I’m not mad and, I’m dreaming of scheming up a brand new grand plan, as in, a glad plan, to be happy and not mad when, people act bad as I suppose sometimes just happens, and that’s when, words find their way into your heart, hatred hits the light and dissolves, and we see the matrix coming apart, this is the definition of The Beautiful Art that we are, hope there’s enough diamonds in this dirt, to make the dirt worth this much work, the effort is worth it when we’re on the Ark. We are the Art… We are all art, this is all art, blow me a kiss, don’t waft me a **** oh sorry not sorry, was that a bit retart, or rather retarted, did we have a rough start, should we just restart it, because I’m late, a bit tardy but not hardly sorry, because it’s better to be a day late, than a dollar short and that word to Charlie, hardy, but not sorry, see we don’t care, not even hardly, we don’t care, as we buzz by like shooting stars, let them stare, young starlet’s go numb from the fun on the heart, I know where you’re at and can tell where you’re from, just from the scars that you wear, no time for small talk let’s take a tall glass and a long walk, see the road is long but if we stay strong and get along we’ll get there, don’t be scared of offensive truths if we have to we’ll take it there, see there be no PC for my Bee Gees, we’re Staying Alive staying live just to survive, How deep is your love love, tell me will I hit bottom if I jump in from a swan dive? It’s Saturday Night, and I’ve got a fever of Celsius 69, been spending Too Much Time in Heaven, It’s hot up here on Cloud Nine that close to the Sunshine, see I’m, making references to musical preferences, Bee Gees Staying Alive, How Deep Is Your Love Saturday Night, but I’m probably just sounding like a mad man, because you’re probably to young to get it they miss the reference, so I sound like someone who believes they’re right even when they’re wrong, but are just are too stubborn to admit it as a confession, every mistake can be a lesson, listen I’ll tell you what the difference is, if you learn from a mistake, you turn what a mistake was into what a lesson is, you don’t learn from a mistake, but you learn from a lesson, see honestly it obviously seems, that that’s the only significant difference, tell me what the difference is, between genius and insanity, honestly it’s only a few million, self made man so what can they tell me? A made man, a mad man, but no I’m not mad and, I’m dreaming of scheming up a brand new grand plan, as in, a glad plan, to be happy and not mad when, people act bad as I suppose sometimes just happens, and that’s when, words find their way into your heart, hatred hits the light and dissolves, and we see the matrix coming apart, this is the definition of The Beautiful Art that we are, hope there’s enough diamonds in this dirt, to make the dirt worth this much work, the effort is worth it when we’re on the Ark. We are the Art… ∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
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INSECURE, retarted SUICIDAL FREAK! Yeah I'm aware That's what them fools are calling me They think what I tried Is so ******* funny What was she thinking? She should have died No one likes her She has no reason to live! Why's she still here Don't they realize I know what they think Don't they know I don't want my life For heaven's sake they can have Why can't you understand this I DON'T CARE ANYMORE I GIVE UP
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Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 4:51 PM UTC
Branded
wait till i tell them that you have a retarted sister; how does that feel...                          ****** ***** goo boo on the *****                              "bone", and she... likes it?       applause! applause!         a ballerina managed to ********** let's all congregate in black clad shrouds and say: we just missed the funeral... but you know... we're still agonised by the death, of the "dear" one we "loved"... so we're "mourning"... can i get my milkshake now? these inbreds are starting to freak me out.
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Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 7:30 PM UTC
portrait of a... fwend