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Pick yourself up and dust off your shoulders because you're a soldier and have no time to rest. You can't escape this life because you sold your soul for this and in the next year, you'll be buried right under your feet, six feet deep. Will it be your hell? Tied up alone surrounded by nothing but chains for years and years. Calling out to empty shadows and swallowing dust over these times. Will it be your heaven? In the summer of ninety-six with the night lite up with fireworks on the fourth. Chasing the sparks because you're a child again. Pick your feet up and march to the drums of your family. You promised to always protect your family and this is all you know to do. Giving up your life for your brother's is what you were trained to do. Your heart is weak but warm. But you will not be needing it for long. You find peace in the night but always keep a candle lit, to keep an eye on your brother because he is all there is. Things can't be rewritten or reversed. You've just got a confused mind and acted out of grief. But you're always able to rewind to the night a bullet took your brother. These lifeforms made a deal for you, that they knew you'd take. They could care less about your feelings. They could **** without warning, but you trust them with your brother's life on this one. So now you stand a man with a deal to die but it's all worth it because now your brother can live. Selling your life so he can have his back was the best birthday present you could give.
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Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 10:59 PM UTC
morganmercury
Happy Birthday, Little Brother
Pick yourself up and dust off your shoulders because you're a soldier and have no time to rest. You can't escape this life because you sold your soul for this and in the next year, you'll be buried right under your feet, six feet deep. Will it be your hell? Tied up alone surrounded by nothing but chains for years and years. Calling out to empty shadows and swallowing dust over these times. Will it be your heaven? In the summer of ninety-six with the night lite up with fireworks on the fourth. Chasing the sparks because you're a child again. Pick your feet up and march to the drums of your family. You promised to always protect your family and this is all you know to do. Giving up your life for your brother's is what you were trained to do. Your heart is weak but warm. But you will not be needing it for long. You find peace in the night but always keep a candle lit, to keep an eye on your brother because he is all there is. Things can't be rewritten or reversed. You've just got a confused mind and acted out of grief. But you're always able to rewind to the night a bullet took your brother. These lifeforms made a deal for you, that they knew you'd take. They could care less about your feelings. They could **** without warning, but you trust them with your brother's life on this one. So now you stand a man with a deal to die but it's all worth it because now your brother can live. Selling your life so he can have his back was the best birthday present you could give.
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Look at all these wannabe gangsters Terrorising our streets That one's wearing camouflage trousers Just wait till you hear him speak 'Dems bear skills mate' 'Can you lend me fifty bar?' He sounds like he's from Los Angeles Doing time in the yard But he's not He still lives at home with his mum And his pregnant girlfriend And he's under the thumb You see them outside Tesco But they're not shopping for pesto Let's go They've seen the old bill He's known around this town For selling dodgy pills Guns, knives and slang That's what you need If you wanna be in their gang No education Just a stolen Playstation And don't forget the **** Even on a school night They're out doing speed You'll see 'em in the park With a bottle of cider Then they'll start On a poor old-timer Tracky bottoms And a Burberry hat Chav fashion Cause they think they're all that But the funny thing is They don't have a clue They don't think like Me or you They think that they're rap stars Dreaming of fast cars But they're just wankers More like 'wannabe gangsters'
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Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 2:38 PM UTC
northernpoet
Wannabe Gangsters
Look at all these wannabe gangsters Terrorising our streets That one's wearing camouflage trousers Just wait till you hear him speak 'Dems bear skills mate' 'Can you lend me fifty bar?' He sounds like he's from Los Angeles Doing time in the yard But he's not He still lives at home with his mum And his pregnant girlfriend And he's under the thumb You see them outside Tesco But they're not shopping for pesto Let's go They've seen the old bill He's known around this town For selling dodgy pills Guns, knives and slang That's what you need If you wanna be in their gang No education Just a stolen Playstation And don't forget the **** Even on a school night They're out doing speed You'll see 'em in the park With a bottle of cider Then they'll start On a poor old-timer Tracky bottoms And a Burberry hat Chav fashion Cause they think they're all that But the funny thing is They don't have a clue They don't think like Me or you They think that they're rap stars Dreaming of fast cars But they're just wankers More like 'wannabe gangsters'
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G. government O. organization O. ogle You... ..yes you are so interesting or threatening to the government that they feel compelled to watch you all day, every day, constantly and a tech company is aiding them in violating a core principle of freedom; the right to privacy. A tech company is complicit in a tyranny against freedom and individuality while selling you knowledge? I hope Trump finds the courage to start hanging traitors because Google will be the greatest weapon against freedom ever created by man.     *There is not such a thing as democracy.     There is no such a thing as freedom.     There is no thing called capitalism.     America is a myth.* *
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Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 12:42 AM UTC
david-john-mowers
G.O.O.G.L.E.
G. government O. organization O. ogle You... ..yes you are so interesting or threatening to the government that they feel compelled to watch you all day, every day, constantly and a tech company is aiding them in violating a core principle of freedom; the right to privacy. A tech company is complicit in a tyranny against freedom and individuality while selling you knowledge? I hope Trump finds the courage to start hanging traitors because Google will be the greatest weapon against freedom ever created by man.     *There is not such a thing as democracy.     There is no such a thing as freedom.     There is no thing called capitalism.     America is a myth.* *
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Establish a research and development facility tasked with recycling 100,000 commonly used household goods or packaged products back into the original base material needed to remake it into new product packaging. Pass legislation requiring all companies selling products with packaging to buy their source materials from a registered public-private venture allowing any firm willing to participate to do so. Companies must then manufacture packaging locally using source materials supplied by one of the public-private companies. Companies will also be required to hire locally using a diversity and economic income model incorporating or locating the participating companies in the poorest rural counties in the state. Society grows great when Old Men plant trees.  -Socrates
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Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 7:46 PM UTC
david-john-mowers
Recycling Thesis
Establish a research and development facility tasked with recycling 100,000 commonly used household goods or packaged products back into the original base material needed to remake it into new product packaging. Pass legislation requiring all companies selling products with packaging to buy their source materials from a registered public-private venture allowing any firm willing to participate to do so. Companies must then manufacture packaging locally using source materials supplied by one of the public-private companies. Companies will also be required to hire locally using a diversity and economic income model incorporating or locating the participating companies in the poorest rural counties in the state. Society grows great when Old Men plant trees.  -Socrates
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We live in a world filled with stereotypes. Stereotypes that make us ashamed of who we are. There’s a woman in my neighborhood who wears tight clothing and high heel shoes but that doesn’t mean she’s a ****** There’s a boy in my class who listens to rap music and wears baggy clothes, but that doesn’t mean he’s out on the street selling dope. There’s a girl in my class who rarely says to words and get’s straight A’s, but that doesn’t mean she’s a goody goody. People ask us all the time of who we think we are, but it doesn’t matter to them because before we can even digest the question and regurgitate the answer they have already made their mind up of who they think we are. Some people are considered a brain. Some a trouble maker or a **** A princess or a ****** But the truth is we are all smart, just in different ways. Everyone of us has some athleticism in us. Everyone one has gotten into some trouble. We have all had are princess or prince moments. And everyone of us is weird, some people are just better at hiding in it. You remember my neighbor I told you about? She dresses like that, not because she is trying to sell herself but because when she was younger she got bullied and no one ever noticed her because she never had designer clothes because her mother had no job and her father left when she was 4. And ever since then she made herself a promise that she would make sure people noticed her. And that boy with the baggy clothes? He wears those baggy clothes to cover up the cuts and bruises his father comes home from the and had one to many drinks. And the girl who get’s straight A’s and doesn’t say much? She get’s those straight A’s because if she doesn’t she gets a straight hand across the face and she doesn’t talk because she has sever anxiety. So the next time you point and laugh at someone remember that they’re 3 fingers pointing back at you. And the next time you assume something about something remember that when yo assume yo make an *** out of U and ME.
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Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 4:46 PM UTC
michaela-tripp
Stereotypes
We live in a world filled with stereotypes. Stereotypes that make us ashamed of who we are. There’s a woman in my neighborhood who wears tight clothing and high heel shoes but that doesn’t mean she’s a ****** There’s a boy in my class who listens to rap music and wears baggy clothes, but that doesn’t mean he’s out on the street selling dope. There’s a girl in my class who rarely says to words and get’s straight A’s, but that doesn’t mean she’s a goody goody. People ask us all the time of who we think we are, but it doesn’t matter to them because before we can even digest the question and regurgitate the answer they have already made their mind up of who they think we are. Some people are considered a brain. Some a trouble maker or a **** A princess or a ****** But the truth is we are all smart, just in different ways. Everyone of us has some athleticism in us. Everyone one has gotten into some trouble. We have all had are princess or prince moments. And everyone of us is weird, some people are just better at hiding in it. You remember my neighbor I told you about? She dresses like that, not because she is trying to sell herself but because when she was younger she got bullied and no one ever noticed her because she never had designer clothes because her mother had no job and her father left when she was 4. And ever since then she made herself a promise that she would make sure people noticed her. And that boy with the baggy clothes? He wears those baggy clothes to cover up the cuts and bruises his father comes home from the and had one to many drinks. And the girl who get’s straight A’s and doesn’t say much? She get’s those straight A’s because if she doesn’t she gets a straight hand across the face and she doesn’t talk because she has sever anxiety. So the next time you point and laugh at someone remember that they’re 3 fingers pointing back at you. And the next time you assume something about something remember that when yo assume yo make an *** out of U and ME.
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Society sells beautiful lies, Emphasis on the beautiful, They sell you the definition of beauty in small pictures, small ads, small sizes. Spinning the world on a string, They've got us all fooled. Telling teens they don't need to eat, "Skip the food today, be beautiful tomorrow". Selling the idea that beauty can replace sorrows. Society sells the idea that beauty is empowerment. Society sells the idea that if you are beautiful, then you could have the world on a string. These lies lead our leaders of tomorrow into disarray. Sell us the idea that if we are beautiful today will be better than yesterday. But the empty promises lead us all astray, Abandoned on street corners begging for scraps, because we didn't think we felt empowerment. Society sells small, Society sells beauty, Society sells small. Small models, Small manikins, Small sizes. Spinning the world on a string, Society sells the idea that the size of your waist, defines how beautiful you are. Society sells the idea that beauty is empowerment. Society sells small. Society sells the idea that if you are not small, you are not **empowered, ugly, waste of space.** Society sells small. Society says beauty is empowerment. These lies lead our leaders of tomorrow into disarray, Too many teens today are to prone to facings their problems with razor blades, Because today was not better than yesterday. Then tomorrow won't be either. Society sells small, small pictures, small ads, small manikins. Society sells protruding plastic ribs, ribs sharp enough to cut paper. Society sells the figures of the sick and dying. Society sells small. Small enough to be drop dead gorgeous, Emphasis on the drop dead, Society sells women who are severely underfed. Society sells women suffering from malnutrition. Since when did this become tradition? Since when was fragile stature empowering? Society sells skin and bones. Society sells so small, women are literally dying to feel beautiful.
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Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC
emily-traw
Small
Society sells beautiful lies, Emphasis on the beautiful, They sell you the definition of beauty in small pictures, small ads, small sizes. Spinning the world on a string, They've got us all fooled. Telling teens they don't need to eat, "Skip the food today, be beautiful tomorrow". Selling the idea that beauty can replace sorrows. Society sells the idea that beauty is empowerment. Society sells the idea that if you are beautiful, then you could have the world on a string. These lies lead our leaders of tomorrow into disarray. Sell us the idea that if we are beautiful today will be better than yesterday. But the empty promises lead us all astray, Abandoned on street corners begging for scraps, because we didn't think we felt empowerment. Society sells small, Society sells beauty, Society sells small. Small models, Small manikins, Small sizes. Spinning the world on a string, Society sells the idea that the size of your waist, defines how beautiful you are. Society sells the idea that beauty is empowerment. Society sells small. Society sells the idea that if you are not small, you are not **empowered, ugly, waste of space.** Society sells small. Society says beauty is empowerment. These lies lead our leaders of tomorrow into disarray, Too many teens today are to prone to facings their problems with razor blades, Because today was not better than yesterday. Then tomorrow won't be either. Society sells small, small pictures, small ads, small manikins. Society sells protruding plastic ribs, ribs sharp enough to cut paper. Society sells the figures of the sick and dying. Society sells small. Small enough to be drop dead gorgeous, Emphasis on the drop dead, Society sells women who are severely underfed. Society sells women suffering from malnutrition. Since when did this become tradition? Since when was fragile stature empowering? Society sells skin and bones. Society sells so small, women are literally dying to feel beautiful.
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I'm so ******* angry When I think of the drugs That took you away When I think of the first joint you innocently smoked Which led to the abuse of triple c's Which led to the abuse of alcohol Which led to the selling and abuse of ******* Which led to the abuse of ****** Which ultimately led to Your death What if I could have saved you What if I had said something Or done something Differently I was always there for you You were always there for me We were each other's constant I made you strong You made me strong Our love Made us weak A sweet weakness I was the queen of your heart Buzzed off our love Nirvana was our jam But then, just like that Bam You were gone And now my life is ****** My best friend, my true love Is away from me In the heavens I know he'll be Can't wait to see you again My Charlie
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Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 9:27 AM UTC
mela
Gone Too Soon
I'm so ******* angry When I think of the drugs That took you away When I think of the first joint you innocently smoked Which led to the abuse of triple c's Which led to the abuse of alcohol Which led to the selling and abuse of ******* Which led to the abuse of ****** Which ultimately led to Your death What if I could have saved you What if I had said something Or done something Differently I was always there for you You were always there for me We were each other's constant I made you strong You made me strong Our love Made us weak A sweet weakness I was the queen of your heart Buzzed off our love Nirvana was our jam But then, just like that Bam You were gone And now my life is ****** My best friend, my true love Is away from me In the heavens I know he'll be Can't wait to see you again My Charlie
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Mama should I trust the Government? Men in charge, With suits and ties. Mama, do they know whats best? or are they selling pre-packed lies. Mama should i get a job? sell my soul to the money train. Mama is it true in fact? man can't live of soil and rain? Mama why do i feel sad? kept cramped within the city walls. Mama how do i go on? When all arounds me crumbles, falls.
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May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 8:21 PM UTC
marigold
Mama should i trust the government?
Mama should I trust the Government? Men in charge, With suits and ties. Mama, do they know whats best? or are they selling pre-packed lies. Mama should i get a job? sell my soul to the money train. Mama is it true in fact? man can't live of soil and rain? Mama why do i feel sad? kept cramped within the city walls. Mama how do i go on? When all arounds me crumbles, falls.
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Four blocks down, A man who never gives the same name Stands every day selling condoms With Tiger’s face telling us to “Protect Our Wood”, And next to him is the vendor where I just bought my new favorite scarf. His name is Lorenzo. He’s 6 foot 4, Old school Italian, and after two months I’ve yet to see him wear the same shoes twice. Natalie played softball in high school. She now owns a hot dog stand just outside That I’ve seen fifty people wait in line for. After a heartfelt conversation we had On a certain rainy Thursday morning, Natalie now throws me a free Polish sausage with peppers Once in a while when I open my second story window. She hasn’t missed once. My one neighbor is a Latina grandmother named Sofia. She brought her kids here illegally, And they’ve since used their success To cut all ties to dear old Mexico And to her. I eat with her once a week, And we share cooking recipes And small tales about life BNY (Before New York). There’s a homeless man downtown Whose sign says “A quarter a day Keeps my teeth off your leg”, And ever since he’s proven it to me I’ve dropped fifty cents a day, Hoping for extra protection. When my friends from college come to visit, They were all curious about Lorenzo’s shoes And Natalie’s pitching arm And when Sofia’s daughter would show up (Tyler had a thing for hispanic girls). I never tried to explain, because I never felt the need to know the answer myself. All I cared about were Natalie’s smile, Sofia’s homemade tortilla chips, And how a guy like Lorenzo ended up in New York City selling scarves.
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Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 2:03 PM UTC
charlotte-kemp
Big City Dreams
Four blocks down, A man who never gives the same name Stands every day selling condoms With Tiger’s face telling us to “Protect Our Wood”, And next to him is the vendor where I just bought my new favorite scarf. His name is Lorenzo. He’s 6 foot 4, Old school Italian, and after two months I’ve yet to see him wear the same shoes twice. Natalie played softball in high school. She now owns a hot dog stand just outside That I’ve seen fifty people wait in line for. After a heartfelt conversation we had On a certain rainy Thursday morning, Natalie now throws me a free Polish sausage with peppers Once in a while when I open my second story window. She hasn’t missed once. My one neighbor is a Latina grandmother named Sofia. She brought her kids here illegally, And they’ve since used their success To cut all ties to dear old Mexico And to her. I eat with her once a week, And we share cooking recipes And small tales about life BNY (Before New York). There’s a homeless man downtown Whose sign says “A quarter a day Keeps my teeth off your leg”, And ever since he’s proven it to me I’ve dropped fifty cents a day, Hoping for extra protection. When my friends from college come to visit, They were all curious about Lorenzo’s shoes And Natalie’s pitching arm And when Sofia’s daughter would show up (Tyler had a thing for hispanic girls). I never tried to explain, because I never felt the need to know the answer myself. All I cared about were Natalie’s smile, Sofia’s homemade tortilla chips, And how a guy like Lorenzo ended up in New York City selling scarves.
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If you're ever on the riverside where the sun beats your head you would see the old man selling hats of palm leaf but you care not to notice him having already smelled the sea and too keen to cross the river travel southward on the island till the saline wind scalds your eyes your skins itch to jump into the waves yet the man with the palm leaf hats would not cease to tell you how burning would be the sun on the sands and so badly you need to protect the head by parting bucks that mean nothing to you but a world to the mouths he feeds and before you stamp on him a final no she has one atop her hair beneath which her eyes flutter like butterflies her sun rouged cheeks untimely blush and two born anew lovers merrily head for the sea having bought romance for forty bucks.
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Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 4:56 AM UTC
pradip-chattopadhyay
Palm Leaf Hat
If you're ever on the riverside where the sun beats your head you would see the old man selling hats of palm leaf but you care not to notice him having already smelled the sea and too keen to cross the river travel southward on the island till the saline wind scalds your eyes your skins itch to jump into the waves yet the man with the palm leaf hats would not cease to tell you how burning would be the sun on the sands and so badly you need to protect the head by parting bucks that mean nothing to you but a world to the mouths he feeds and before you stamp on him a final no she has one atop her hair beneath which her eyes flutter like butterflies her sun rouged cheeks untimely blush and two born anew lovers merrily head for the sea having bought romance for forty bucks.
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Why the hell ... do they do it … ??? They run blacks like ... " Fluid " ... !!!    Well ... THE TRUTH is ... Most Coppers ... Keep Proving ...    ... They're ... STUPID ... !!!!!    Harassment ... INDEED ... !!!! is why ... some of them ... BLEED ... !!!!!    But ... Let me ... Proceed ... cos' ... I will ... NOT Concede ... !!!!! that ... ANY ... Police Force ... is .... " RACISM FREE " ... !!!!!!!!!    " This Morn' " ... It was ... ME ... who they wanted ... " To be " ...    ANOTHER ... Young Black ... in .... " Police Custody " ....    “Excuse me sir, your car is registered, to a national bank ?” “THAT’S BECAUSE THE CAR’S LEASED, I’M PAYING A FEE, SO THE CAR IS THE BANKS …. IT DON’T, BELONG TO ME … !!!…” “Okay Okay !!! but, can we have, your name please ?” “LET’S GO TO MY WORKPLACE, IT’S OVER THERE, SEE !”    See ..... That's when ... their faces ... Disguised their ... TRUE HATRED ... !!!!!    of ... seeing a black ... Who Ain't ... " Selling Crack " ... !!!!!    The car that I drive ... is ... " LEGIT " ...    That's a .... FACT .... !!!!!    While ... RACIST OLD BILL ... NEVER SEEM ... to get ... " SACKED " … !?! …    When ... " Their Nature's " ... EXPOSED ... !!!!!    They Quickly ... ” DECOMPOSE ” ... !!! and then ... just .... RESORT ... to ... ******* ... Up Their Nose ... !!!    Which ... Just goes to ... SHOW ...    It's NOT ... " Only Blacks " ... who take drugs ... when they're low ...    It's ... White People ... TOO ... !!!!! who shove ... Coc' ... Up Their Nose ...    But whose ... " Cashing In " ... ??? is what ... I want to ... KNOW ... !!!!!!!    because i'm ... Getting Sick ... of ...... " ALL TELL " ...... and ... " NO SHOW " ... !!!!!    They ... KEEP ON HARASSING ... !!! Then ... KEEP ON SUGGESTING ...    "Blacks being mis-treated, is NOT a Race Thing !"    But …. ???? ….    These ... "hidden-cam" ... shows Now Show ... how things' go ...    It's ... NOT JUST ... undercovers' ... Who ... " Sniff Out " ... THE TRUTH ... !!!    Now ... Journalists too ... have ... " Suddenly Learned " ... !?!    That ..... " White Men " ... under cover ... Show Racism's ... TRUE ... !!!!!!!!!!    NOT ... A figment in ... Black peoples' ... ****** …. Brain Tool ... !!!?!!! …    Now ... Those are not words ... I believe to be ... True ... !!!    I’m just ... " THE BLACK ” ...    .... Sherlock Holmes .... !!!! ....    Giving people ... " Some Clues " ... as to ... WHY ... " Some " ... Black Men ... feel the way that ... I DO ... !!!    Harassment ... is ... REAL ... !!!    But ... Here is ... THE DEAL ... !!!    " Some " ... Black people STEAL ... and DO ... move in ... "The Dark' ... Like ... "Covert" ... Navy Seals ... !!!!!    But ...... THIS ... Does Not mean ... that ... EVERY ... Black Person ... is into ... " THAT SCENE " ... !!!!!!!!    and that ... Money they've made ... Really NEEDS ... A Good Clean ... in a .... " Laundry Machine " .... ?!?    It's Policemen ... to me ... who work in ... " ***** TEAMS " ...    and then in ... " Their Dreams " ... Make ... Black People ... SCREAM ... !!!!!!    Just check through ... THE NEWS ...    You'll SEE ... what I mean ...    Well .....    My day's getting ... better .... now i've ... " Typed " ... These few ... " Letters " ...    But it's ..... Time to ... STOP TAPPING ...    cos' this poem i've written ... has allowed me to ... VENT ... !!!    My View ... On These ... PIGS ... !!!!!    Who ...... THRIVE ON ...... ……… ” HARASSMENT ” ………. !!! ? !!!
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Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC
big-virge
"Harassment" ... A Poem written by Big Virge 21/01/2005
Why the hell ... do they do it … ??? They run blacks like ... " Fluid " ... !!!    Well ... THE TRUTH is ... Most Coppers ... Keep Proving ...    ... They're ... STUPID ... !!!!!    Harassment ... INDEED ... !!!! is why ... some of them ... BLEED ... !!!!!    But ... Let me ... Proceed ... cos' ... I will ... NOT Concede ... !!!!! that ... ANY ... Police Force ... is .... " RACISM FREE " ... !!!!!!!!!    " This Morn' " ... It was ... ME ... who they wanted ... " To be " ...    ANOTHER ... Young Black ... in .... " Police Custody " ....    “Excuse me sir, your car is registered, to a national bank ?” “THAT’S BECAUSE THE CAR’S LEASED, I’M PAYING A FEE, SO THE CAR IS THE BANKS …. IT DON’T, BELONG TO ME … !!!…” “Okay Okay !!! but, can we have, your name please ?” “LET’S GO TO MY WORKPLACE, IT’S OVER THERE, SEE !”    See ..... That's when ... their faces ... Disguised their ... TRUE HATRED ... !!!!!    of ... seeing a black ... Who Ain't ... " Selling Crack " ... !!!!!    The car that I drive ... is ... " LEGIT " ...    That's a .... FACT .... !!!!!    While ... RACIST OLD BILL ... NEVER SEEM ... to get ... " SACKED " … !?! …    When ... " Their Nature's " ... EXPOSED ... !!!!!    They Quickly ... ” DECOMPOSE ” ... !!! and then ... just .... RESORT ... to ... ******* ... Up Their Nose ... !!!    Which ... Just goes to ... SHOW ...    It's NOT ... " Only Blacks " ... who take drugs ... when they're low ...    It's ... White People ... TOO ... !!!!! who shove ... Coc' ... Up Their Nose ...    But whose ... " Cashing In " ... ??? is what ... I want to ... KNOW ... !!!!!!!    because i'm ... Getting Sick ... of ...... " ALL TELL " ...... and ... " NO SHOW " ... !!!!!    They ... KEEP ON HARASSING ... !!! Then ... KEEP ON SUGGESTING ...    "Blacks being mis-treated, is NOT a Race Thing !"    But …. ???? ….    These ... "hidden-cam" ... shows Now Show ... how things' go ...    It's ... NOT JUST ... undercovers' ... Who ... " Sniff Out " ... THE TRUTH ... !!!    Now ... Journalists too ... have ... " Suddenly Learned " ... !?!    That ..... " White Men " ... under cover ... Show Racism's ... TRUE ... !!!!!!!!!!    NOT ... A figment in ... Black peoples' ... ****** …. Brain Tool ... !!!?!!! …    Now ... Those are not words ... I believe to be ... True ... !!!    I’m just ... " THE BLACK ” ...    .... Sherlock Holmes .... !!!! ....    Giving people ... " Some Clues " ... as to ... WHY ... " Some " ... Black Men ... feel the way that ... I DO ... !!!    Harassment ... is ... REAL ... !!!    But ... Here is ... THE DEAL ... !!!    " Some " ... Black people STEAL ... and DO ... move in ... "The Dark' ... Like ... "Covert" ... Navy Seals ... !!!!!    But ...... THIS ... Does Not mean ... that ... EVERY ... Black Person ... is into ... " THAT SCENE " ... !!!!!!!!    and that ... Money they've made ... Really NEEDS ... A Good Clean ... in a .... " Laundry Machine " .... ?!?    It's Policemen ... to me ... who work in ... " ***** TEAMS " ...    and then in ... " Their Dreams " ... Make ... Black People ... SCREAM ... !!!!!!    Just check through ... THE NEWS ...    You'll SEE ... what I mean ...    Well .....    My day's getting ... better .... now i've ... " Typed " ... These few ... " Letters " ...    But it's ..... Time to ... STOP TAPPING ...    cos' this poem i've written ... has allowed me to ... VENT ... !!!    My View ... On These ... PIGS ... !!!!!    Who ...... THRIVE ON ...... ……… ” HARASSMENT ” ………. !!! ? !!!
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From the BBC today, Excerpt Why does Taylor Swift write so many one-note melodies? "It's easy to get distracted by her celebrity, but Taylor Swift is a once-in-a-generation songwriter. From the very beginning, she's displayed a knack for melody and storytelling that most artists never master. Take, for example, her first US number one, OUR SONG Written for a high school talent show, it's a fairly typical tale of teenage romance until the final lines: "I grabbed a pen / And an old napkin / And I wrote down our song." That's smart, self-assured songwriting for someone who wasn't old enough to vote. Notably, the lyrics insert the musician directly into the narrative - something she developed into a tried and tested trope. But Our Song also establishes another of Taylor's trademarks: The one-note melody. Excerpt Repetitive melodies that centre around a single note are part of that appeal. They emphasise her relatability by mimicking the cadence of speech. "They emphasise her relatability by mimicking the cadence of speech." "They emphasise her relatability by mimicking the cadence of speech." "They emphasise her relatability by mimicking the cadence of speech." Rebuttal Rhyme sells because the people you are selling too can remember your lyrics. They can relate to your song but if they cannot sing it themselves putting themselves in the 'first-person perspective narrative' they cannot feel as-if they have BECOME the artist and are living that moment as they remember it. Taylor Swift sings about teenage love and angst something EVERYONE ON EARTH understands. ALL POETRY BEGAN AS RHYME IN SONG. Cadences are singing statements that confer a discipline and unity. Song acts as a catharsis. The artist shares their pain in a way that is universally understood. If you want to sell a rock, literally a pebble, you will not sell it if it doesn't look like a rock. If it doesn't do what rocks do. If it is not what people remember a rock to be like. Nor will it sell if it is just like every other rock they have ever seen. It cannot convey an emotion unless it elicits emotion. One cannot even begin to feel emotional if one cannot remember easily the past and that includes lyrics one has heard that evoked said emotional state. It is horrifying to see HOW BADLY EVERYONE INSISTS that rhyme be obliterated in exchange for an intellectual or individual perspective NOT SHARED BY THE MAJORITY OF PEOPLE. If you want to sell and make money you better start thinking about the 99% of people who are not geniuses. If your sole goal in life is to attract a genius to give you a great job because of how, "smart," they perceive you to be then fine. You are not an artist. You are an employee. "Rhyme sells because the people you are selling too can remember your lyrics." "Rhyme sells because the people you are selling too can remember your lyrics." "Rhyme sells because the people you are selling too can remember your lyrics." Thrice Times Great. ⁻ᴴᵉʳᵐᵉˢ                                            BECOME                               EVERYONE ON EARTH                ALL POETRY BEGAN AS RHYME IN SONG                       HOW BADLY EVERYONE INSISTS             NOT SHARED BY THE MAJORITY OF PEOPLE                                          HOW BAD                                       artist? or employee?
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Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC
david-john-mowers
Article: Taylor Swift and why rhyme sells,
From the BBC today, Excerpt Why does Taylor Swift write so many one-note melodies? "It's easy to get distracted by her celebrity, but Taylor Swift is a once-in-a-generation songwriter. From the very beginning, she's displayed a knack for melody and storytelling that most artists never master. Take, for example, her first US number one, OUR SONG Written for a high school talent show, it's a fairly typical tale of teenage romance until the final lines: "I grabbed a pen / And an old napkin / And I wrote down our song." That's smart, self-assured songwriting for someone who wasn't old enough to vote. Notably, the lyrics insert the musician directly into the narrative - something she developed into a tried and tested trope. But Our Song also establishes another of Taylor's trademarks: The one-note melody. Excerpt Repetitive melodies that centre around a single note are part of that appeal. They emphasise her relatability by mimicking the cadence of speech. "They emphasise her relatability by mimicking the cadence of speech." "They emphasise her relatability by mimicking the cadence of speech." "They emphasise her relatability by mimicking the cadence of speech." Rebuttal Rhyme sells because the people you are selling too can remember your lyrics. They can relate to your song but if they cannot sing it themselves putting themselves in the 'first-person perspective narrative' they cannot feel as-if they have BECOME the artist and are living that moment as they remember it. Taylor Swift sings about teenage love and angst something EVERYONE ON EARTH understands. ALL POETRY BEGAN AS RHYME IN SONG. Cadences are singing statements that confer a discipline and unity. Song acts as a catharsis. The artist shares their pain in a way that is universally understood. If you want to sell a rock, literally a pebble, you will not sell it if it doesn't look like a rock. If it doesn't do what rocks do. If it is not what people remember a rock to be like. Nor will it sell if it is just like every other rock they have ever seen. It cannot convey an emotion unless it elicits emotion. One cannot even begin to feel emotional if one cannot remember easily the past and that includes lyrics one has heard that evoked said emotional state. It is horrifying to see HOW BADLY EVERYONE INSISTS that rhyme be obliterated in exchange for an intellectual or individual perspective NOT SHARED BY THE MAJORITY OF PEOPLE. If you want to sell and make money you better start thinking about the 99% of people who are not geniuses. If your sole goal in life is to attract a genius to give you a great job because of how, "smart," they perceive you to be then fine. You are not an artist. You are an employee. "Rhyme sells because the people you are selling too can remember your lyrics." "Rhyme sells because the people you are selling too can remember your lyrics." "Rhyme sells because the people you are selling too can remember your lyrics." Thrice Times Great. ⁻ᴴᵉʳᵐᵉˢ                                            BECOME                               EVERYONE ON EARTH                ALL POETRY BEGAN AS RHYME IN SONG                       HOW BADLY EVERYONE INSISTS             NOT SHARED BY THE MAJORITY OF PEOPLE                                          HOW BAD                                       artist? or employee?
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Power is indeed a corruptive force, Through all of mankind’s history This has always been true. Emperors, Kings, Potentates, Popes, Presidents and Despots too. Gathering near the Throne are the Eager Courtier leeches reaching to touch the anointed one’s robe. Declaring their undying loyalty, In the process selling their souls. Their rewards, a speck of personal power, Castles and new riches of gold. Like their Master, the entitled ones will lie and cheat, while ignoring The principals of right and good. Believing “Decency” is but a poor man’s word, Never uttered within the hearing of the Ruler. Never a considered artifact of absolute power. The slaves, serfs, the common people Matter not, but to serve the Ruler. The power elite will start needless wars, or offer up sacrificial lambs, all to distract the unrest of the common man. They will suppress human rights, free speech and defame, banish or imprison their detractors. All merely smoke and mirrors to conceal, Controlling agendas of personal greed. From ancient times down to today This cycle repeats. Now we are living our own Textbooks history of tomorrow. Kingdoms and Nations have perished From this kind of poisonous corruption, Needless to say, it will happen again. Perhaps it already is.
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Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 9:15 PM UTC
stephen-e-yocum
History Repeats
Power is indeed a corruptive force, Through all of mankind’s history This has always been true. Emperors, Kings, Potentates, Popes, Presidents and Despots too. Gathering near the Throne are the Eager Courtier leeches reaching to touch the anointed one’s robe. Declaring their undying loyalty, In the process selling their souls. Their rewards, a speck of personal power, Castles and new riches of gold. Like their Master, the entitled ones will lie and cheat, while ignoring The principals of right and good. Believing “Decency” is but a poor man’s word, Never uttered within the hearing of the Ruler. Never a considered artifact of absolute power. The slaves, serfs, the common people Matter not, but to serve the Ruler. The power elite will start needless wars, or offer up sacrificial lambs, all to distract the unrest of the common man. They will suppress human rights, free speech and defame, banish or imprison their detractors. All merely smoke and mirrors to conceal, Controlling agendas of personal greed. From ancient times down to today This cycle repeats. Now we are living our own Textbooks history of tomorrow. Kingdoms and Nations have perished From this kind of poisonous corruption, Needless to say, it will happen again. Perhaps it already is.
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I’m unemployed And old enough to realize That’s just not cool, While kids around me Friends of friends of parent's kids, Are working their way Into small names at big companies, And it’s my job to clap for them, To make them feel success At selling out young, While I give in all I have All I’ve ever wanted To live a dream Worth chasing pennies for Because I love the way They click when they fall into My piggy bank.
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Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 11:37 PM UTC
justin-surgent
Unemployed
I’m unemployed And old enough to realize That’s just not cool, While kids around me Friends of friends of parent's kids, Are working their way Into small names at big companies, And it’s my job to clap for them, To make them feel success At selling out young, While I give in all I have All I’ve ever wanted To live a dream Worth chasing pennies for Because I love the way They click when they fall into My piggy bank.
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Spooky Wooky Skelington Booky Wooky Selling tin Zooky Mooky Telling Jim Rooky Pooky That ****** was right
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May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC
vladmir-putin
deodorant
Spooky Wooky Skelington Booky Wooky Selling tin Zooky Mooky Telling Jim Rooky Pooky That ****** was right
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***I really like Christmas It's sentimental, I know, but I just really like it I am hardly religious I'd rather break bread with Dawkins than Desmond Tutu, to be honest And yes, I have all of the usual objections To consumerism, the commercialisation of an ancient religion To the westernisation of a dead Palestinian Press-ganged into selling Playstations and beer But I still really like it I'm looking forward to Christmas Though I'm not expecting a visit from Jesus I'll be seeing my dad My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum They'll be drinking white wine in the sun I'll be seeing my dad My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum They'll be drinking white wine in the sun I don't go in for ancient wisdom I don't believe just 'cos ideas are tenacious it means they are worthy I get freaked out by churches Some of the hymns that they sing have nice chords but the lyrics are dodgy And yes I have all of the usual objections To the miseducation of children who, in tax-exempt institutions, Are taught to externalise blame And to feel ashamed and to judge things as plain right and wrong But I quite like the songs I'm not expecting big presents The old combination of socks, jocks and chocolate is just fine by me Cos I'll be seeing my dad My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum They'll be drinking white wine in the sun I'll be seeing my dad My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum They'll be drinking white wine in the sun*** **And you, my baby girl My jetlagged infant daughter You'll be handed round the room Like a puppy at a primary school And you won't understand But you will learn someday That wherever you are and whatever you face These are the people who'll make you feel safe in this world My sweet blue-eyed girl And if, my baby girl When you're twenty-one or thirty-one And Christmas comes around And you find yourself nine thousand miles from home You'll know what ever comes Your brother and sisters and me and your Mum Will be waiting for you in the sun Whenever you come Your brothers and sisters, your aunts and your uncles Your grandparents, cousins and me and your mum We'll be waiting for you in the sun Drinking white wine in the sun Darling, when Christmas comes We'll be waiting for you in the sun Drinking white wine in the sun Waiting for you in the sun Waiting for you... Waiting...** ***I really like Christmas It's sentimental, I know...***
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Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 12:33 PM UTC
sa-sa-ra
~White Wine In The Sun ~~Tim Minchin -lyrics
***I really like Christmas It's sentimental, I know, but I just really like it I am hardly religious I'd rather break bread with Dawkins than Desmond Tutu, to be honest And yes, I have all of the usual objections To consumerism, the commercialisation of an ancient religion To the westernisation of a dead Palestinian Press-ganged into selling Playstations and beer But I still really like it I'm looking forward to Christmas Though I'm not expecting a visit from Jesus I'll be seeing my dad My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum They'll be drinking white wine in the sun I'll be seeing my dad My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum They'll be drinking white wine in the sun I don't go in for ancient wisdom I don't believe just 'cos ideas are tenacious it means they are worthy I get freaked out by churches Some of the hymns that they sing have nice chords but the lyrics are dodgy And yes I have all of the usual objections To the miseducation of children who, in tax-exempt institutions, Are taught to externalise blame And to feel ashamed and to judge things as plain right and wrong But I quite like the songs I'm not expecting big presents The old combination of socks, jocks and chocolate is just fine by me Cos I'll be seeing my dad My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum They'll be drinking white wine in the sun I'll be seeing my dad My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum They'll be drinking white wine in the sun*** **And you, my baby girl My jetlagged infant daughter You'll be handed round the room Like a puppy at a primary school And you won't understand But you will learn someday That wherever you are and whatever you face These are the people who'll make you feel safe in this world My sweet blue-eyed girl And if, my baby girl When you're twenty-one or thirty-one And Christmas comes around And you find yourself nine thousand miles from home You'll know what ever comes Your brother and sisters and me and your Mum Will be waiting for you in the sun Whenever you come Your brothers and sisters, your aunts and your uncles Your grandparents, cousins and me and your mum We'll be waiting for you in the sun Drinking white wine in the sun Darling, when Christmas comes We'll be waiting for you in the sun Drinking white wine in the sun Waiting for you in the sun Waiting for you... Waiting...** ***I really like Christmas It's sentimental, I know...***
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I asked my mother for a glass kaleidoscope, but instead she handed me three shots of wine and a field guide to running galactic bases, which I guess is her way of selling dreams at low prices. I have yet to understand a coffee shop's symmetry, so I embrace the scrupulous company of a dragon-riding-a-butterfly. One spin around the Milky Way leaves the butterfly with holey wings and the dragon vomiting in my make-shift kaleidoscope. The apple tree in the corner of the living room ruins the symmetry of the space and I have to chug another glass of wine to make up for the peach tree I couldn't dream about and another wrong note sung by the basses. The song's in too low of a key, which is the basis behind the evil chinchilla's plan to mass-produce butterfly farms as part of a larger goal to pillage the dreams of dreamers. Luckily, we all have a handy-dandy kaleidoscope and a bag (or two) of bitter-tasting wine stolen from their boxes -- too much symmetry. My brother put a block on local news; the symmetry of our county's border was too much for me to bear. He bases his action (when mother asks) on the wine he didn't drink, so I throw the broken butterfly out the window where it lands on my nephew's spinning kaleidoscope. He doesn't know it yet, but that drum he's banging will envelop his dreams. A hike to the top of the cliff (a leap) re-energizes my dreams and I still can't relate to the maple leaves and their symmetry, but at least I can look through a lampshade at the kaleidoscope of trees dancing below me. There are seven thousand bases yet to run and they still haven't caught the butterfly, so a boy yells, "Drink!" and I take another sip of wine. The dragon and chinchilla are tipsy from the wine at this point and discuss the difference between dreams and electricity while my mother sautés the butterfly in ice cream and abstract ideas. The symmetry of my right ankle is still a bother, so I tell the basses to sing a quarter tone flat while I collide a scope. Off goes dragon-with-butterfly (once again) and I finish the wine. I make my nephew a chinchilla-skin kaleidoscope and rinse the rocks stained with dreams. My mother comments on the apple tree's symmetry while the trees below keep running bases.
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Apr 23, 2012
Apr 23, 2012 at 9:27 AM UTC
sarah-meow
Dragon-flies (Sestina)
I asked my mother for a glass kaleidoscope, but instead she handed me three shots of wine and a field guide to running galactic bases, which I guess is her way of selling dreams at low prices. I have yet to understand a coffee shop's symmetry, so I embrace the scrupulous company of a dragon-riding-a-butterfly. One spin around the Milky Way leaves the butterfly with holey wings and the dragon vomiting in my make-shift kaleidoscope. The apple tree in the corner of the living room ruins the symmetry of the space and I have to chug another glass of wine to make up for the peach tree I couldn't dream about and another wrong note sung by the basses. The song's in too low of a key, which is the basis behind the evil chinchilla's plan to mass-produce butterfly farms as part of a larger goal to pillage the dreams of dreamers. Luckily, we all have a handy-dandy kaleidoscope and a bag (or two) of bitter-tasting wine stolen from their boxes -- too much symmetry. My brother put a block on local news; the symmetry of our county's border was too much for me to bear. He bases his action (when mother asks) on the wine he didn't drink, so I throw the broken butterfly out the window where it lands on my nephew's spinning kaleidoscope. He doesn't know it yet, but that drum he's banging will envelop his dreams. A hike to the top of the cliff (a leap) re-energizes my dreams and I still can't relate to the maple leaves and their symmetry, but at least I can look through a lampshade at the kaleidoscope of trees dancing below me. There are seven thousand bases yet to run and they still haven't caught the butterfly, so a boy yells, "Drink!" and I take another sip of wine. The dragon and chinchilla are tipsy from the wine at this point and discuss the difference between dreams and electricity while my mother sautés the butterfly in ice cream and abstract ideas. The symmetry of my right ankle is still a bother, so I tell the basses to sing a quarter tone flat while I collide a scope. Off goes dragon-with-butterfly (once again) and I finish the wine. I make my nephew a chinchilla-skin kaleidoscope and rinse the rocks stained with dreams. My mother comments on the apple tree's symmetry while the trees below keep running bases.
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Behind all of the glamour Hidden by the glitz Under all the spray on tans And distracted by the **** Lies a Vegas like no other Not the one you wish to see The other side of Vegas Has a cost, it isn't free A parade of homeless people Far off strip are daily seen Heading for a bed and meal Away from where the grass is green The locals all accept it It's a darker part of town Where there's fewer painted smiles On this Las Vegas clown Every other building Is boarded up or framed In steel bar covered windows With no winners at the game The goal of all the walkers Is to get to the next day They can't afford to leave here They can't afford to stay Each walkway full of hawkers Selling water for a buck Passed out drunks all sleeping Hoping you will toss a buck Some saints and many sinners Came to find the life they lead Is not the one they looked for When they came here to fill their greed Don't look behind the curtain You will not like what you will find The darker side of Vegas Is not one that's in your mind A parade of desperate people Walk the streets each night alone Past the empty buildings Pass the bail bonds, guns and loans To truly see Las Vegas You have to venture off the strip Into a world of darkness And in truth, it's a short trip Behind the glitz and glamour Away from where the tourists go Is the dark side of Las Vegas That only few will ever know
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May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC
roger-turner
The Dark Side of Las Vegas
Behind all of the glamour Hidden by the glitz Under all the spray on tans And distracted by the **** Lies a Vegas like no other Not the one you wish to see The other side of Vegas Has a cost, it isn't free A parade of homeless people Far off strip are daily seen Heading for a bed and meal Away from where the grass is green The locals all accept it It's a darker part of town Where there's fewer painted smiles On this Las Vegas clown Every other building Is boarded up or framed In steel bar covered windows With no winners at the game The goal of all the walkers Is to get to the next day They can't afford to leave here They can't afford to stay Each walkway full of hawkers Selling water for a buck Passed out drunks all sleeping Hoping you will toss a buck Some saints and many sinners Came to find the life they lead Is not the one they looked for When they came here to fill their greed Don't look behind the curtain You will not like what you will find The darker side of Vegas Is not one that's in your mind A parade of desperate people Walk the streets each night alone Past the empty buildings Pass the bail bonds, guns and loans To truly see Las Vegas You have to venture off the strip Into a world of darkness And in truth, it's a short trip Behind the glitz and glamour Away from where the tourists go Is the dark side of Las Vegas That only few will ever know
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Still running, never ceasing, she screams silently. the breath escapes as a wisp. Remembering the past command: Take the demon carefully, his sting is heavily laden with sweet addiction. *** soaks through the front of her gown and the bloodied fabrics drain rusty shades into the tepid moon water she spilled before. Break her chains she will not thank you she will despise her freedom and lay waste to paradise with her filthy torn wings. Let her know of her once-natural beauty she will hiss in derision that she is not still stunning as the rose. BLEED, child. You of all creatures were fantastic in visage You have put to waste the precious fragility of your frame Your yellowing teeth speak volumes your mouth should stay sealed. We have no use for ingrate angels that roll in the muck cheaply selling ******* and chemical highs.
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Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
blessedbylight
she's my heroine
Still running, never ceasing, she screams silently. the breath escapes as a wisp. Remembering the past command: Take the demon carefully, his sting is heavily laden with sweet addiction. *** soaks through the front of her gown and the bloodied fabrics drain rusty shades into the tepid moon water she spilled before. Break her chains she will not thank you she will despise her freedom and lay waste to paradise with her filthy torn wings. Let her know of her once-natural beauty she will hiss in derision that she is not still stunning as the rose. BLEED, child. You of all creatures were fantastic in visage You have put to waste the precious fragility of your frame Your yellowing teeth speak volumes your mouth should stay sealed. We have no use for ingrate angels that roll in the muck cheaply selling ******* and chemical highs.
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The journey seems to be bumpy, sometimes a dusky road, Carrying the burdens, weighing our sins like a miserable toad, Some pursue their passion, some pursue their degree, Whatever the reason maybe, Unclog your way, cruise over the hardships and set yourself free. You'll be miffed by the mistakes you did, Selling out wet pillows you'll weep and sow a depression seed, And there will arrive times, When they will doubt you, and you will doubt yourself, But don't.. Don't ever doubt your devotion, Grab the momentum and roll in the motion, Though, squeamishness will thrive, Remember the dream and thank him because you are alive, Value every second, trade your life for it, Open up your feathers, escape the pit, Death invites everybody, someday you'll be gone, Even the sun will set forever, there won't be any dawn, Something belongs to you, its your throne, With the choices you made, go fly, Fly till the horizon.
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 5:43 AM UTC
bluestarfall
Fly
The journey seems to be bumpy, sometimes a dusky road, Carrying the burdens, weighing our sins like a miserable toad, Some pursue their passion, some pursue their degree, Whatever the reason maybe, Unclog your way, cruise over the hardships and set yourself free. You'll be miffed by the mistakes you did, Selling out wet pillows you'll weep and sow a depression seed, And there will arrive times, When they will doubt you, and you will doubt yourself, But don't.. Don't ever doubt your devotion, Grab the momentum and roll in the motion, Though, squeamishness will thrive, Remember the dream and thank him because you are alive, Value every second, trade your life for it, Open up your feathers, escape the pit, Death invites everybody, someday you'll be gone, Even the sun will set forever, there won't be any dawn, Something belongs to you, its your throne, With the choices you made, go fly, Fly till the horizon.
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*She is on the street in her little kiosk , at the break of the dawn , When many are still on a lucid dream. Selling the most delicious of grapes Sourced straight from the vineyards Assembling  the previous  day's discards all in a tray Discards For humans it maybe , But for her birds its a treat to relish . Swooping down  for it ,day after day.. Mostly bought by the morning walkers , Many in numbers are they old patrons , as they say. Every day she sells her wares Holding the loveliest of smile That I have seen in years, All Knowing , the pain that she hides behind . Never misses a day nor business, And back home she is before sundown. Only to return the following day, With a new stock ,at the break of the dawn.*
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Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 1:45 AM UTC
sarita-aditya-verma
The Woman who sold Grapes
*She is on the street in her little kiosk , at the break of the dawn , When many are still on a lucid dream. Selling the most delicious of grapes Sourced straight from the vineyards Assembling  the previous  day's discards all in a tray Discards For humans it maybe , But for her birds its a treat to relish . Swooping down  for it ,day after day.. Mostly bought by the morning walkers , Many in numbers are they old patrons , as they say. Every day she sells her wares Holding the loveliest of smile That I have seen in years, All Knowing , the pain that she hides behind . Never misses a day nor business, And back home she is before sundown. Only to return the following day, With a new stock ,at the break of the dawn.*
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Superhero I have a pipe and dark sunglasses, taking names and kicking some ***** I'm a powerless superhero, they call me Captain De Niro. Owe me money, you better pay, or pain will be on your way. You better not be selling drugs, or my lead pipe will give severe hugs. Don't be ****** any innocent women, will be breaking your hands and fingers, all ten. Molesting kids and you don't wanna know, the dumpster, your ***** I will throw. I don't allow any peeping or stalking, with broken legs, there will be no walking. I'm one of those modern day vigilantes, on my head, I wear my wife's ******* Can't leap a building in a single bound, like you, I get dizzy when spun around. Can't go under water and summon fish, I prefer them on my eating dish. No fancy car or a sidekick, but my pipe can break a brick. Don't have an invisible jet, like you, I'm in deep debt. People have no idea who I am, I might be Steve, I might be Sam. Just a man who hates violence, I hate people that are spineless. I catch bank robbers in the act, the odd against them are fully stacked. I help keep crime off the streets, can't count the number of villain defeats.
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Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 12:22 PM UTC
allen-wilbert
Superhero
Superhero I have a pipe and dark sunglasses, taking names and kicking some ***** I'm a powerless superhero, they call me Captain De Niro. Owe me money, you better pay, or pain will be on your way. You better not be selling drugs, or my lead pipe will give severe hugs. Don't be ****** any innocent women, will be breaking your hands and fingers, all ten. Molesting kids and you don't wanna know, the dumpster, your ***** I will throw. I don't allow any peeping or stalking, with broken legs, there will be no walking. I'm one of those modern day vigilantes, on my head, I wear my wife's ******* Can't leap a building in a single bound, like you, I get dizzy when spun around. Can't go under water and summon fish, I prefer them on my eating dish. No fancy car or a sidekick, but my pipe can break a brick. Don't have an invisible jet, like you, I'm in deep debt. People have no idea who I am, I might be Steve, I might be Sam. Just a man who hates violence, I hate people that are spineless. I catch bank robbers in the act, the odd against them are fully stacked. I help keep crime off the streets, can't count the number of villain defeats.
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***** I'm dreaming*2),..nigga I'm believing,.. I'm chasing hope & faith mane..I'm chasing my dreams, ***** I'm believing, I'm chasing (my goals & aspirations2)..nigga I'm believing,nigga I'm dreaming (Yeah2)..(nigga I'm dreaming*2) Dreaming..nigga I'm believing, ***** I'm dreaming.. Dreaming..I'm (having hope & faith2)..nigga I'm believing.., (I'm having hope & faith2)..nigga I'm dreaming, ***** I'm believing, (I'm having hope & faith2)..Yeah..(nigga I'm dreaming2)..Nigga I'm believing, Im (dreaming2)..I'm chasing hope mane,..(I'm chasing my goals & aspirations2)//nigga I'm dreaming, ***** I'm believing, I'm chasing (my goals & aspirations2)..Aye..(I'm dreaming3)..dreaming, ***** I'm believing , I'm chasing (my goals & aspirations*3)..(nigga I'm dreaming, my ***** I'm believing*2)..(I'm chasing hope & faith *2)..mane, I ain't chasing after fame, I ain't chasing none of these hos either,..(nigga I'm dreaming2)..nigga I'm believing,..I'm dreaming, I'm chasing (my goals & aspirations3)..nigga, I'm believing, ***** I'm dreaming, ***** (I'm believing2)..(Im dreaming3)..dreaming..,aye..I'm chasing, (my goals & aspirations*3).. Goals & Aspirations.. Aye That's what I'm chasing after like a hungry cheetah, I never been a cheater, ***** Imma believer, a true believer, a King Yeah..Aye, I'm chasing my goals & aspirations, &( I'm speeding*2) like,fuck the laws I'm going past the speed limit, **** a stop sign, no braking, I'm in drive ***** Its so hard being patient, but I'm tryna be Aye, no time waiting , no time waisting, none of my days being wasted..Im so wavey..Aye, Yeah I'm getting so faded, so wasted, Lord please forgive me even , tho I smoke alot of **** on a regular basis, that's (my medication2)..& I need it, it helps me from going (crazy2)..,I ain't never had **** partner, I come from nothing, I ain't had alot of money at a point of time in my life , I was so broke my ***** all I ever had was my goals , dreams, & aspirations, Yeah I was dreaming, & believing, I was chasing after hope & faith.., not after no females mane,Aye.. Nobody can't tell me nothing paparazzi better stay away from my face, aye I ain't on that Kanye West **** I ain't selling my soul for a happy meal ***** In happy all ready, God owns me, So I'm investing in my own worth homie, Yeah..I'm building my on corporation..Aye man.. ***** I'm dreaming*2),..nigga I'm believing,.. I'm chasing hope & faith mane..I'm chasing my dreams, ***** I'm believing, I'm chasing (my goals & aspirations2)..nigga I'm believing,nigga I'm dreaming (Yeah2)..(nigga I'm dreaming*2) Dreaming.. I ain't chasing after fame, I ain't chasing none of these hos either,..(nigga I'm dreaming2)..nigga I'm believing,..I'm dreaming, I'm chasing (my goals & aspirations3)..nigga Uhh,Yeah /This is (only for the Real3)..if you don't know well then now you know nigga/3,.. Aye, if you don't know ***** then pull a chair up & listen, Turn this **** up & listen, Blaze one up, (& listen2), pay attention..This is (Only For The Real2)..Aye I'm teaching ****** lessons like a teacher ***** I didn't have to go to college to teach ***** but that doesn't mean I can't teach you ***** I was blessed wit this gift from God, thank you so much Heavenly Father, thank you so much Jesus Christ, Ayo we all can learn something from each other, we all sisters & brothers word, Uhh.. Let's come together, let's stand up to this curropted government system, rise up & destroy them..Uhh, Aye I usta be all alone man, so lonely stuck in my room writing hits all day, I been a big factor my ***** man I always been the man, Yeah..Uhh, I ain't conceited either my ***** I'm just saying I'm confident,.. (Yeah nigga*2).. I just been (chasing my dreams & aspirations2)..I write (masterpieces2) Pablo Picasso type of **** if you don't know well now you know this is (Only For The Real*2)..Aye,.. /Im chasing my goals & aspirations2..(my goals & aspirations2)/*2 (Aye, we all on*3..)..now..we all on..now (Aye, we all on*3..)..now..we all on..now /Aye it doesn't matter what anybody gotta say about ya, forget a doubter let them hate man, if you dream it see it in yo mind, & believe it, then you can achieve it/*2 **** right..my ***** if you dream it see it in yo mind, & believe it, then you can achieve it..for real dawg..Ayr You can become anything that you want my ***** for real dawg, gotta push yo self, uplift yo self if nobody else will, chase after hope & faith, chase (your goals 2), chase (your dreams2) & your aspirations, don't ever stop ***** Cuhz, (anything you put your mind too you can achieve it,*2) Yeah mane, you can..Uhh ***** I'm dreaming, I'm chasing hope & faith, I'm chasing my goals & aspirations/*3 (Goals & aspirations*3)..aye
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Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 1:44 PM UTC
StonPoet
Ston Poet - Goals & Aspiratipns
***** I'm dreaming*2),..nigga I'm believing,.. I'm chasing hope & faith mane..I'm chasing my dreams, ***** I'm believing, I'm chasing (my goals & aspirations2)..nigga I'm believing,nigga I'm dreaming (Yeah2)..(nigga I'm dreaming*2) Dreaming..nigga I'm believing, ***** I'm dreaming.. Dreaming..I'm (having hope & faith2)..nigga I'm believing.., (I'm having hope & faith2)..nigga I'm dreaming, ***** I'm believing, (I'm having hope & faith2)..Yeah..(nigga I'm dreaming2)..Nigga I'm believing, Im (dreaming2)..I'm chasing hope mane,..(I'm chasing my goals & aspirations2)//nigga I'm dreaming, ***** I'm believing, I'm chasing (my goals & aspirations2)..Aye..(I'm dreaming3)..dreaming, ***** I'm believing , I'm chasing (my goals & aspirations*3)..(nigga I'm dreaming, my ***** I'm believing*2)..(I'm chasing hope & faith *2)..mane, I ain't chasing after fame, I ain't chasing none of these hos either,..(nigga I'm dreaming2)..nigga I'm believing,..I'm dreaming, I'm chasing (my goals & aspirations3)..nigga, I'm believing, ***** I'm dreaming, ***** (I'm believing2)..(Im dreaming3)..dreaming..,aye..I'm chasing, (my goals & aspirations*3).. Goals & Aspirations.. Aye That's what I'm chasing after like a hungry cheetah, I never been a cheater, ***** Imma believer, a true believer, a King Yeah..Aye, I'm chasing my goals & aspirations, &( I'm speeding*2) like,fuck the laws I'm going past the speed limit, **** a stop sign, no braking, I'm in drive ***** Its so hard being patient, but I'm tryna be Aye, no time waiting , no time waisting, none of my days being wasted..Im so wavey..Aye, Yeah I'm getting so faded, so wasted, Lord please forgive me even , tho I smoke alot of **** on a regular basis, that's (my medication2)..& I need it, it helps me from going (crazy2)..,I ain't never had **** partner, I come from nothing, I ain't had alot of money at a point of time in my life , I was so broke my ***** all I ever had was my goals , dreams, & aspirations, Yeah I was dreaming, & believing, I was chasing after hope & faith.., not after no females mane,Aye.. Nobody can't tell me nothing paparazzi better stay away from my face, aye I ain't on that Kanye West **** I ain't selling my soul for a happy meal ***** In happy all ready, God owns me, So I'm investing in my own worth homie, Yeah..I'm building my on corporation..Aye man.. ***** I'm dreaming*2),..nigga I'm believing,.. I'm chasing hope & faith mane..I'm chasing my dreams, ***** I'm believing, I'm chasing (my goals & aspirations2)..nigga I'm believing,nigga I'm dreaming (Yeah2)..(nigga I'm dreaming*2) Dreaming.. I ain't chasing after fame, I ain't chasing none of these hos either,..(nigga I'm dreaming2)..nigga I'm believing,..I'm dreaming, I'm chasing (my goals & aspirations3)..nigga Uhh,Yeah /This is (only for the Real3)..if you don't know well then now you know nigga/3,.. Aye, if you don't know ***** then pull a chair up & listen, Turn this **** up & listen, Blaze one up, (& listen2), pay attention..This is (Only For The Real2)..Aye I'm teaching ****** lessons like a teacher ***** I didn't have to go to college to teach ***** but that doesn't mean I can't teach you ***** I was blessed wit this gift from God, thank you so much Heavenly Father, thank you so much Jesus Christ, Ayo we all can learn something from each other, we all sisters & brothers word, Uhh.. Let's come together, let's stand up to this curropted government system, rise up & destroy them..Uhh, Aye I usta be all alone man, so lonely stuck in my room writing hits all day, I been a big factor my ***** man I always been the man, Yeah..Uhh, I ain't conceited either my ***** I'm just saying I'm confident,.. (Yeah nigga*2).. I just been (chasing my dreams & aspirations2)..I write (masterpieces2) Pablo Picasso type of **** if you don't know well now you know this is (Only For The Real*2)..Aye,.. /Im chasing my goals & aspirations2..(my goals & aspirations2)/*2 (Aye, we all on*3..)..now..we all on..now (Aye, we all on*3..)..now..we all on..now /Aye it doesn't matter what anybody gotta say about ya, forget a doubter let them hate man, if you dream it see it in yo mind, & believe it, then you can achieve it/*2 **** right..my ***** if you dream it see it in yo mind, & believe it, then you can achieve it..for real dawg..Ayr You can become anything that you want my ***** for real dawg, gotta push yo self, uplift yo self if nobody else will, chase after hope & faith, chase (your goals 2), chase (your dreams2) & your aspirations, don't ever stop ***** Cuhz, (anything you put your mind too you can achieve it,*2) Yeah mane, you can..Uhh ***** I'm dreaming, I'm chasing hope & faith, I'm chasing my goals & aspirations/*3 (Goals & aspirations*3)..aye
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