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SG Holter Sep 2014
Viking ground. The belly of
Norway. Music like thunder
Keeping whole villages awake.

Swords, spikes, norse jewelry
And black, black metal
Of the kind that honours

Those who were here before
These hundreds of metal heads
And contemporary heathens.

She works in the beer tent,
Throwing long gazes my way,
That I return.

She took
Me
Here.


Stars above a stage lit with a
Thousand shades of neon that
Emphasize the

Ground locked mist; breath
Of Odin and His believers.
I love this music; this brutal

Noice within system. I love these
People. They seem scary from
Afar, but share a brothership

Within their worship.
Enslaved is one of the most
Famous bands within the

Genre. The guys still join the
Roadies, clearing the stage
From their gear.
Adam Smith May 2013
Im gonna mic this **** up and EQ it out, make the speakers ring now so we can scream and shout, and it wont feedback; till you hear "Back in Black", when the bass line hits all across the pan, and I redline that **** cause its my ******* Jam.

Peaking dBs on all of the meters. Blowing out the cabs and frying the tweeters. We smashed our guitars so let the keg flow. How else would you end a ******* awesome show?

Watch the roadies pack up, but give them respect. They do a lot more than you woud ever expect.

An after party now and were burning it down. Stumble back to the bus and to the next town. To start it all over for another go round.
Jean Sullivan Feb 2016
You will likely explode in the midst of anxiety attacks
drowning in your own period blood,
or some intense ****** action
in a local library lesbian bathroom stall,
or maybe months go by
with no action at all
and your mechanic sober S.O. buys coasters
and you stop getting parking tickets
and you envision him suddenly leaving you
out of realization
that he
and we
are becoming exactly
what we
set out to destroy, in a
heteronormative scandalized relationship built by
secret shredded library books,
scraps of meaningless
faintly relevant
love poems and sarcastic deceit.
Or he cooks an egg for you
after borrowing the only sinless skin you have,
but you don’t eat single celled foods.
Or he picks up twigs he thought looked like you when he was at the park,
or finds a bar of soap at the ****** store down the street
that faintly smelled like you after you got home
from whatever ***** bus stop entertainment you thrived off of.
                    
And eventually he comes back from a very homosexual weekend
in lost Chicago, or Seattle.
Mile high clubs,
train stops,
never truck stops because that was only one step up from prison,
at least that is what he would always tell you.
Then soon after his fourth weekend away
he painted his nails black  
and listened to reggae
and wore sandals that exposed his feet
and pasty soul to the planet,
****** skin,
vain,
pale,
untouched by the sun after years of swim refusals
a strict converse only policy
he made up for himself
in fifth grade after joining his first band named,
The Roadies,
The Pits,
The Sirs,
And finally he leaves you
the same week
you two were suppose to
fly back to your hometown
to visit your family and your teenage year friends,
half of which are married
or engaged
or pregnant,
or something of the sort,
and the other half are still puking up yesterday's
gas station sushi
lunch break,
9-5,
because all they do is go home and drink
or go out and smoke
or if they're trying to be super ******
they might hunt for a ****** needle,
a freshly ****** needle,
but really  
any old ***** would do.
A beat poem inspired work
Jean Sullivan Feb 2016
You will likely explode in the midst of anxiety attack or vigorous **** to **** action, or maybe no action at all, but still fearing he will suddenly leave you out of realization that he and we are becoming exactly what we set out to destroy in a heteronormative scandalized relationship through secrets and shredded library books, scraps of meaningful meaningless poems of love or sarcastic deceit, or for no reason he packs a lunch for you, or picks up twigs he thought looked like you when he was at the park, or finds a bar of soap at the ****** store down the street that faintly smelled like you after you got home from whatever train stop entertainment you often researched. And eventually he comes back from a very homosexual weekend in lost Chicago, or Seattle. Mile high clubs, train stops, never truck stops because that was only one step up from prison, at least that is what he would always tell you. Then soon after the fourth weekend away and he painted his nails black and started listening to reggae while wearing sandals that exposed his feet and souls to the world, ****** skin, pale and vain, untouched by the sun after years of swim refusals and strict converse only policy he made up for himself in fifth grade after joining his first band named, 'the roadies', 'the pits', 'the sirs', or some other preteen boy band name like that. And finally he leaves you the same week you two were suppose to fly back to your hometown to visit your family and your teenage year friends, half of which are married or engaged or pregnant, or something of the sort, and the other half are still puking up yesterday's gas station sushi lunch break, 9-5, because all they do is go home and drink or go out and smoke or if they're trying to be super ****** they might hunt for a ****** needle, a freshly ****** needle, but really any old ***** would do.
A Beat Generation inspired work.
Tom Waiting Jun 2020
uptown train

a rare sighting, a shiny dime,,
in a city where clothesworn-grime,
an unshed waning gray, a skin coloring,
stony faces always chewing, enduring

in tunnels neath rivers of streets,
there is no moon, so little hope,
nightly somebody’s thinking,
somebody’s baby,
I’ll be, tonight,
someday, maybe

who will see them
as they are,
willI I, will I,
before they’ve gone too far,
roadies, touring to nowhere, disciples,
nose-led by a vision,
daring, but archetypal

there are no gardens,
but plenty secrets,
all planted,
that will never planet bloom,
seeds raised to die,
in watered sorrows drown,
embryos stillborn,
passed to daughters down

the trains go uptown
to shiny places,
to uptown people,
washed, shiny faces,
bedecked with futures,
hope, their jewel,
but not for them,
the downtime people

five pm, afternoon dying
into night bleeding,
the subway noises,
the perfumed stink, all,
goes unnoticed by senses dulled, unfulfilled,
day goes down,
another, and another,

colored pained refrain, why do we bother?
inspired by:

Outside another yellow moon
Has punched a hole in the nighttime, yes
I climb through the window and down the street
I'm shining like a new dime
The downtown trains are full
With all those Brooklyn girls
They try so hard to break out of their little worlds
Well, you wave your hand and they scatter like crows
They have nothing that will ever capture your heart
They're just thorns without the rose
Be careful of them in the dark
Oh if I was the one
You chose to be your only one
Oh baby can't you hear me now, can't you hear me now?
Will I see you tonight
On a downtown train?
Every night it's just the same
You leave me lonely, now
I know your window and I know it's late
I know your stairs and your doorway
I walk down your street and past your gate
I stand by the light at the four-way
You watch them as the fall
Oh baby, they all have heart attacks
They stay at the carnival
But they'll never win you back
Will I see you tonight
On a downtown train?
Every night it's just the same
Oh, baby
Will I see you tonight
On a downtown train?
All of my dreams just fall like rain
Oh, baby, on a downtown train
Will I see you tonight
On a downtown train?
Every night, every night it's just the same
Oh, baby
Will I see you tonight
On a downtown train?
All of my dreams just fall like rain
Well, on a downtown train
Well, on a downtown train
Well, on a downtown train
Well, on a downtown train
On a downtown train
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Tom Waits
will19008 Jun 2019
face and hands of an angel
surrounded in black
beneath your umbrella burns
a cigarette ash
the roadies all working, rain
flows cross the stage
in the twilight of the mountains
are you showing your age?

Big Star, do you
do you remember the times
when you did your own sound checks
and you didn't mind
tuning your Martin and
testing the mike
and you almost felt like
a big star

a lone girl in the rainfall
at the foot of the stage
in her eyes burns the fire
you once had at her age
she opened her act long
before all the stars
and she stares up and dreams
that she might go just as far

so, Little Star, don't you let
that fire go out
keep writing and playing and
traveling about
there was a time when that Big Star
once stood in your shoes
and remembers the years she spent
paying her dues

and, Big Star, please glance past
the glare of the lights
you might see someone who
someday just might
be standing in her own Big Star shoes—
an overnight sensation
many years in the making
riding the buses and
enduring the same frustration as you—
all to become a big star
just like you
Conceived while standing in the rain at the foot of the outdoor stage next to Cosy Sheridan, watching Nanci Griffith readying to perform one Sunday evening in monsoon-like Estes Park, Colorado.
kromwellfarkus Jun 2019
Another working day done
Say goodbye to the sun
On the drive home
Stop in at the pub.

Couple amber starters
Sixer for the road
Farewell to the bar flies
Boisterous hoo roo.

I turn the wrong way
And continue on
As I am well aware
Of what awaits me at home.

She will be angry
And the kids will be crazy
I will seem distant
Outside, on my own.

I choke down my roadies
If only for dutch courage
Puff out my chest
And exhale the inevitable.

She is wild eyed
She questions my methods
I stand still, nodding in agreeance
While her arms flail in accusation.

The kids, walk on egg shells
To come give me a squeeze
They bury their heads into my puffed out chest
I kiss their confused brows.

I help with dinner
I help with dishes
I have nothing to say
To the missus.

As much as I love her
As much as I care
When ever I'm home
I'm never actually there.

She rips into me
Just before bed
So, I sleep on the couch
To avoid the discomfort.

I awake before my alarm
Quietly, organise my ****
Walk out the door and sigh
It may be a long day at work today.
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2024
The chosen
tone deaf
to their fortune

Musicians
their heads
in the sand

The roadies
eat pizza
still frozen

While Angels
play bass
in the band

Indulgence
the pick
on their fretboard

Entranced
by the lure
of the ****

Benighted
the riffs
play without them

Not going
or coming
— just gone

(The New Room: March, 2024)
" Our world is a tire fire floating on an ocean of ****, always has been."

We say oh they are just born that way
  
guess what so are pedophiles

people don't chose what they are attracted to
doesn't matter if you like it or not.
The truth is real.

They get a parade and a flag and all that
they too were once incarcerated, drugged, reprogrammed
electro shocked. Now thats the pedos
just pray away the gay.
While the church ****** by the millions
every day.

mull that over
look up the facts
Elvis was **** by modern laws
so was Stevie ray Vaughn
We know R.Kelly
P Diddy
Michael Jackson
Alexander the great
Pythagoras
Euclid
Pretty much Every ruler of Ancient Egypt
from the first to last and all in between
brother *******  mommy and daddy *******  son and daughter **** and suckers
all the great civilizations !

Egyptian
Greek
Roman.
South America ?  who knows but they were sacrificing kids
and making mountains of hearts  so  you tell me.

* R. Kelly – Convicted of child ****** abuse, child *******, and human trafficking.
Jeffrey Epstein – Ran a massive trafficking ring involving underage victims.
Ghislaine Maxwell – Convicted for assisting Epstein in child *** trafficking.
Jerry Lee Lewis – Married his 13-year-old cousin Myra Gale Brown.
Gary Glitter – Convicted multiple times for child ****** abuse and possession of child *******.
Cases with Strong Evidence or Admissions (Though Not Always Convicted):
Elvis Presley – Began courting Priscilla Beaulieu when she was 14.
Steven Tyler (Aerosmith) – Had a relationship with a 16-year-old, Julia Holcomb, and became her legal guardian.
Woody Allen – Married Soon-Yi Previn, whom he had a parental role over.
Roman Polanski – Fled the U.S. after being convicted of statutory **** of a 13-year-old.
Bill Wyman (Rolling Stones) – Had a relationship with Mandy Smith when she was 13.

Prince roadies and drug procurers claim he loved trans prostitutes .
David Bowie – Had relationships with underage groupies, including Lori Maddox and her  tween  friends.
Jimmy Page (Led Zeppelin) – Had a relationship with may of the same girls including 14-year-old Lori Maddox.
Chuck Berry – Arrested for transporting 14-year-old girsl across state lines. ( presumably for abortions)
Stevie Ray Vaughan –l6 Australian girl and her friend
Drake Bell – Pleaded guilty to child endangerment over inappropriate interactions with a minor.

Alexander the Great – Ancient Macedonian culture accepted relationships between older men and younger boys, and he was closely linked with Hephaestion and Bagoas, both of whom younger male companions.
- Julius Caesar – Had a relationship with Cleopatra when she was  underage but he was much older. Roman elites often had relationships with younger individuals. Huge street ****** unfettered that went on for days.
- Cleopatra – Married her brothers Ptolemy XIII and Ptolemy XIV, both of whom were around 10-12 at the time.
- Ptolemaic Pharaohs (Egypt) – Many engaged in royal incestuous marriages, often involving young teens.
- Roman Emperors (e.g., Tiberius, Caligula, Nero, Hadrian) – Known for keeping young boys and girls as concubines.
- Gaius "Caligula" – Engaged in incestuous relationships with his sisters and reportedly abused young captives.
- Nero – Married a young boy named Sporus, whom he had castrated.
- Hadrian – His love for Antinous, a much younger Greek boy, was widely known.
- Spartans & Athenians (Greek Elite) – Pederasty (older men mentoring and having relationships with teenage boys) was a structured social practice.

### Medieval and Renaissance Figures:
All Muslim harems. Continues even today without the bat of an eye. They prefer 12 year olds mostly
- Genghis Khan – Took many underage wives as part of Mongol customs.
- Henry VIII of England – Betrothed to Catherine Howard, who was likely in her early teens when he began pursuing her.
- Louis XIV of France – Had mistresses as young as 13.
- Pope Alexander VI (Rodrigo Borgia) – Had multiple teenage lovers and fathered children with them.
- Thomas Jefferson – Had a relationship with Sally Hemings, a 14-year-old enslaved girl as well as other he bought and kept.

### More Recent Figures (1700s–1900s):
- Charles Dickens – Left his wife for an 18-year-old actress when he was 45.
- Edgar Allan Poe – Married his 13-year-old cousin, Virginia Clemm.
- Oscar Wilde – Arrested for relationships with underage boys.
- Mahatma Gandhi – Slept naked with young people constantly mostly prepubescent girls, claiming it was a test of his celibacy.
- Warren G. Harding (US President) – Had an affair with a teenage girl named Nan Britton.

need I go on.
The point is you are more than likely a stupid ******* self righteous hypocrite, that loves and or supports many of these people. Or were taught o adore them and or respect them . You did and still do , yet you want to torture and ****** the average joe for the same thing.
In 2015  the federal government took over a child **** site , instead of shutting it down . They added more to it  and upgraded it servers to push out more claiming it was a "sting " operation. They required users to register . It got more hits every day than the servers could handle and it clearly stated ALL it hosted was underage ****. In 90 days they logged more than 3 million different active downloaders. That would have flooded the federal prison system beyond any and all capacity . They did not peruse litigation on over 95 % of the cases. Not having the money or man power to fight it out. They shut it all down. They harmed all those people whose images and videos they posted and hosted but faced no consequences for it.

To increase successful arrest and convictions federal law enforcement was forced to "diversify " the federal prison system after losing multiple and consecutive lawsuits  claiming that the judicial system  unfairly targeted blacks and minorities. In response
federal agents targeted primarily young white single males between 18 and 30 with no priors, no convictions or arrest records.
When asked which arrest the officers would chose to participate
in 83% said pedos.
Why ?  they are  unarmed, non violent, non gang members, no danger no risk. Easy peasy targets.
Ya JUSTICE !
It  is a mental condition, not a choice.

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