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"slanders" poems
Law, All ye termites hacking ants are you without sin? Twisting the law to your greed thus dethroning justice Thou that dis-virgins the law to suit your selfish taste, Did not equity say that none is above the law? Money-thirsty vultures seeking positions to occupy. Law hackers depriving justice and equity of her rights Equity and justice now lives in shame of her virginity, Almighty termite, do not your deeds speak evil of your sins? I weep blood for justice and equity whose daughters you ***** Is there none whose conscience still breathe or lives? Power-driven termites making uncountable promises Yet accomplishing none but your calculated interests. Equity, All ye leaders that preach peace, are you not corrupt minded? En-slaving accounts meant for public welfare Yet you claim to have the peoples interest in mind, Did not the law command you to let equity and justice smile? Parasitic predators hi-jacking the country's economy Filthy termites proclaiming injustice upon powerless ants, Justice hackers, do not your conscience judge your judgments? I wish that you allow justice and equity have her way. Law benders at whose feet equity and justice bow Rippers of the law, at your hands justice is twisted, Is your nature as humans so inhumane? Little wonder the earth lives in fear of your tyranny. Justice, All ye slanders of the law, why not sheath your swords of corruption? Your unchecked power has broken the wings of justice Thereby making equity a widow without a husband, Remember your oaths to serve with justice and equity; Did you deceive the ants that voted you in to serve them? Chameleons occupying seats of filtered ambitions Woe betide your conscience for refusing to judge you, Are you not guilty of molesting the law? I mourn for the shameful death of equity and justice. You that crafts the law to fit your suit of corruption Remember a day comes when justice will laugh again, And you being powerful cannot escape the law of Karma. Karma, Murderers of the law, will you also bribe karma? I doubt if you can buy the law of karma with money. Thou whose gluttony corrupts justice and equity, Don't you feel guilty that you disvirgined the law? Equity and justice now roams about in nakedness, You that preach the law, are you true to yourself? Heartless spiders cob-webbing the law to entangle poor ants Did not equity bid you come to justice with clean hands? Yet with filthy garments you condemn innocent ants; Mind you that someday the law will rise again. All ye scavengers of justice and hackers of the law, Do you think you can **** the law of Karma?
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Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 10:22 AM UTC
Hackers Of The Law
Law, All ye termites hacking ants are you without sin? Twisting the law to your greed thus dethroning justice Thou that dis-virgins the law to suit your selfish taste, Did not equity say that none is above the law? Money-thirsty vultures seeking positions to occupy. Law hackers depriving justice and equity of her rights Equity and justice now lives in shame of her virginity, Almighty termite, do not your deeds speak evil of your sins? I weep blood for justice and equity whose daughters you ***** Is there none whose conscience still breathe or lives? Power-driven termites making uncountable promises Yet accomplishing none but your calculated interests. Equity, All ye leaders that preach peace, are you not corrupt minded? En-slaving accounts meant for public welfare Yet you claim to have the peoples interest in mind, Did not the law command you to let equity and justice smile? Parasitic predators hi-jacking the country's economy Filthy termites proclaiming injustice upon powerless ants, Justice hackers, do not your conscience judge your judgments? I wish that you allow justice and equity have her way. Law benders at whose feet equity and justice bow Rippers of the law, at your hands justice is twisted, Is your nature as humans so inhumane? Little wonder the earth lives in fear of your tyranny. Justice, All ye slanders of the law, why not sheath your swords of corruption? Your unchecked power has broken the wings of justice Thereby making equity a widow without a husband, Remember your oaths to serve with justice and equity; Did you deceive the ants that voted you in to serve them? Chameleons occupying seats of filtered ambitions Woe betide your conscience for refusing to judge you, Are you not guilty of molesting the law? I mourn for the shameful death of equity and justice. You that crafts the law to fit your suit of corruption Remember a day comes when justice will laugh again, And you being powerful cannot escape the law of Karma. Karma, Murderers of the law, will you also bribe karma? I doubt if you can buy the law of karma with money. Thou whose gluttony corrupts justice and equity, Don't you feel guilty that you disvirgined the law? Equity and justice now roams about in nakedness, You that preach the law, are you true to yourself? Heartless spiders cob-webbing the law to entangle poor ants Did not equity bid you come to justice with clean hands? Yet with filthy garments you condemn innocent ants; Mind you that someday the law will rise again. All ye scavengers of justice and hackers of the law, Do you think you can **** the law of Karma?
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Encephalon is the flagitious syndicate target To imprison the saintly and resistant population In the research agenda which is classified We are selected guinea pigs in a nightmare To the unethical secret operations Unknown to many, is the silent suffering Of isolated victims living amongst the community Satellite surveillance includes electromagnetic harassment That burning, thought stealing, control of limbs feeling I was done by the hoary Navy's sonar Poor dolphins washed up Cornwall's beach(1) After sonar echoed in my right lughole Mind control technology has evolved The community are recruited by false propaganda Thats the local police, council, library, not restricted to neighbours Old style Cointelpro is in play Discredited, slanders, and victim blaming Who can we share with but other targets Nobody asked which human is for "use" in trials?
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Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 10:37 AM UTC
Targeted Individuals Poem
Temptation at its finest Bad decisions, like they're mindless As I look at all the blindness Living life like it's timeless Some shout yolo, others think nobody could see them If I were them I'd be COMBATING all those demons-even start praying more!!! WE ARE NOT KIDS THIS IS FOR REAL THIS IS FOR SURE Good intentions are always first But next comes PAIN or should i say hurt then your trapped doing dirt Or should I say"pay backs" Very unforgiving Trapped in sin Hurting no-one but self. Trapped in sin I wonder if they know With pain comes power But you hand it over When you're trapped in sin It's foul, it's ***** it's sneaky, it's deceiving, it's spiteful,it slanders It's hurting others, it's nasty, it's unforgiving, it's lustful It's sin! Release yourself of it.
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Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 12:35 AM UTC
Sin
The HUM-BUZZIN' 0f a newspaper flywheel-press What jarred up BUZZIN' slanders will these stories hold? On Newspaper traps where tortured minds are stuck and sold! Where lowered human beings are treated less On almost every city corner news is sought Those ugly outhouse lookin' shacks disperse, Smelly rotten things not found in beauty verse The sensation of broken wing-ged offical caught Garbage boy, toss my garbage at my door, maggot level I will bend, And claw-fetch the news of bitter end And saaaavoooor the nasty things in store
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 3:11 AM UTC
Fly Food or LoViN' My GaRbAGE
Sojourn at the hinterlands of a fog casket awoken to be suffocated put to sleep        to dream within a dream                         the nightmare of a mother's fear depression is so easy to slink in so wary of all those palpable sins like being yourself - awoken to be suffocated put to sleep      to dream with a dream                           the nightmare of a mother's fear where pink haired ladies talk about my dissonance within a dream about the nightmare of my mothers self punishment - for birthing me questioning if it was the right decision if I was born to suffer this fate so i wake in the land of dead people who's limbs fall apart as they're names are called out by the concierge to my voice as whisper to my courage bubbling underneath a mother fearful of coming close forgiveness is a blessing and the tears flow out of the eyes of a child onto the cheeks of a woman who's life was molested by other peoples sanctions a woman who stood tall for the voice of others children and elders who encouraged chance meetings to be themselves via magazine clippings and a mother afraid to come close and a child still living the actions of a ghost looming at her with wide eyed slanders of " you ****** up , you piece of **** you **** up at everything" it's difficult to look it's like watching someone be strung up naked tied to posts and the spaces between their fingers sliced their yoni sliced their ******* sliced their heart beating wide eyed screaming silenced. My mother who birthed me whom i respect for all of her showings no matter how ****** up strung up and the vision is blinding. and we're both crying but i don't tell her because it's lunch time and she's ****** up again.
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 4:43 AM UTC
Animated atoms
Sojourn at the hinterlands of a fog casket awoken to be suffocated put to sleep        to dream within a dream                         the nightmare of a mother's fear depression is so easy to slink in so wary of all those palpable sins like being yourself - awoken to be suffocated put to sleep      to dream with a dream                           the nightmare of a mother's fear where pink haired ladies talk about my dissonance within a dream about the nightmare of my mothers self punishment - for birthing me questioning if it was the right decision if I was born to suffer this fate so i wake in the land of dead people who's limbs fall apart as they're names are called out by the concierge to my voice as whisper to my courage bubbling underneath a mother fearful of coming close forgiveness is a blessing and the tears flow out of the eyes of a child onto the cheeks of a woman who's life was molested by other peoples sanctions a woman who stood tall for the voice of others children and elders who encouraged chance meetings to be themselves via magazine clippings and a mother afraid to come close and a child still living the actions of a ghost looming at her with wide eyed slanders of " you ****** up , you piece of **** you **** up at everything" it's difficult to look it's like watching someone be strung up naked tied to posts and the spaces between their fingers sliced their yoni sliced their ******* sliced their heart beating wide eyed screaming silenced. My mother who birthed me whom i respect for all of her showings no matter how ****** up strung up and the vision is blinding. and we're both crying but i don't tell her because it's lunch time and she's ****** up again.
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Your life is full of agony A victim of slanders and hate Accumulation of grievances of years being shunned away from your rightful position on the throne.. Cant blame you though For your temptation to retaliate Try to put my feet in your shoes Cant imagine to be as strong as you of the voices unheard of the opportunities rejected of the freedom denied of the rights deprived of the life laughed at of the mental torture of all the torments in your heart... Do Revenge... I am with you If you fall and fail I am still here for you to wipe all your sorrows away..
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May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 5:13 AM UTC
Revenge
what is a telescope -a tyrannosaurus skeleton -a reluctant birthright what are ***** -a state line -an obsolete receipt what is a wave -grandmother says: she will never forget as long as she lives -a forest trail in thick fog what is sea sick -he ran over a dog -wettest March of the century what is an hour -no smoking allowed -the fuming face of a buffalo what is sunburn -inedible black toast -I think she slanders me what is wine -overnight contact lens solution -a humble canal what is a mirror (child | beluga) ~(ham):o + ¥ineapple what is travel -a last minute thing -warmth within a windshield what is revision -a slow explode -milk in coffee what is antacid/calcium supplement -a bottle cap -handy clutter what is a fist -something to try eating when in circles -flour, 1-to-20 eggs, some ennui, expiration dates what is a sigh -a fresh seismograph sheet -sound mechanical in early morning what is skin -a shoelace -child labor what is a workshop -scalpels, piñata bats -a lunar module what is that shiny dead thing in the green eyed river -New Year’s Eve ball drop -otherworldly return to beginning
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Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 8:33 PM UTC
Surrealist Waltz in Echo Chamber, Op. 301
Every generation has the leaders and the followers. The popular kids and the geeks, the kids who get high on the streets and the kids who get high on cloud nine. The artists and the poets, the skaters, the stoners, the musicians and the actors, and we all have the kids who are all of the above. We all have the kids who are none of the above. Times change, yes and trends come and go but don’t tell me that I’m exceptional not because of what I know but because of the children that surround me. Don’t tell me to speak my dreams and release my strife in the form of rhyme because “few others you know do it”. Passion is limitless, passion is ageless and while I’m being raised in a generation of technology and dramatic social media, yolo and swag, pregnant teens and 55-hour marriages- I’m growing up in a generation of artists, a generation of dreamers, a generation of doers, and a generation of freethinkers. Freethinkers whose words drip from their tongues like honey and stain their pages in the world like wine. Students who get bored with teachers wanting them to think in 1’s and 0’s, fit into standards, speak in slanders and begin to hyperventilate because they can’t translate what they think. Kids who haven’t forgotten that breathing in binary isn’t healthy. Apparently, those that find enough creative destruction in life to cheat the system are going against the greater public’s better judgement, feeling free to sit and glare at those who swear that they’re normal, but I’m not growing up with those kids. People who sit back and cry crocodile tears for those who don’t know what to think of themselves, sitting back and laughing at those who shudder and shake at the thought of being caught in between different sides of their minds that they don’t know it’s okay to have… but I’m not growing up with those people. I’m growing up in a group of rebels, a group that will one day run the nation- a nation of tenacious activists, wearing their minds more professionally than politicians wear their suits- and with better ideas. Because we have voices, we have pens, but most important we have ideas, ideas that can change the world, change the world more than poker-faced suits and hate commercials and picket signs ever could.
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Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
Ideas
Every generation has the leaders and the followers. The popular kids and the geeks, the kids who get high on the streets and the kids who get high on cloud nine. The artists and the poets, the skaters, the stoners, the musicians and the actors, and we all have the kids who are all of the above. We all have the kids who are none of the above. Times change, yes and trends come and go but don’t tell me that I’m exceptional not because of what I know but because of the children that surround me. Don’t tell me to speak my dreams and release my strife in the form of rhyme because “few others you know do it”. Passion is limitless, passion is ageless and while I’m being raised in a generation of technology and dramatic social media, yolo and swag, pregnant teens and 55-hour marriages- I’m growing up in a generation of artists, a generation of dreamers, a generation of doers, and a generation of freethinkers. Freethinkers whose words drip from their tongues like honey and stain their pages in the world like wine. Students who get bored with teachers wanting them to think in 1’s and 0’s, fit into standards, speak in slanders and begin to hyperventilate because they can’t translate what they think. Kids who haven’t forgotten that breathing in binary isn’t healthy. Apparently, those that find enough creative destruction in life to cheat the system are going against the greater public’s better judgement, feeling free to sit and glare at those who swear that they’re normal, but I’m not growing up with those kids. People who sit back and cry crocodile tears for those who don’t know what to think of themselves, sitting back and laughing at those who shudder and shake at the thought of being caught in between different sides of their minds that they don’t know it’s okay to have… but I’m not growing up with those people. I’m growing up in a group of rebels, a group that will one day run the nation- a nation of tenacious activists, wearing their minds more professionally than politicians wear their suits- and with better ideas. Because we have voices, we have pens, but most important we have ideas, ideas that can change the world, change the world more than poker-faced suits and hate commercials and picket signs ever could.
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This is the time of your life! To do your deed to the country you love For the promise of a prosperous land A brighter future for the nation Our pledge for a credible leader Guide the citizen with religion faith Lead our life with nobility, integrity and honesty In the present day, Future and the hereafter.. vote ! dont lose your voice Dont you keep your grievances at heart Let your voice be heard... So do not lose your vote... VOTE! To win or to lose To die or to live Winning or losing is part and parcel Of a COMPETITION... Contestants please play fair Voters stay calm and cool.. Try not to spread evil and hatred among us.. Leading us all to chaos.. Also Try not to remain silent when given the right to choose Play democracy! Play fair! Chaos may end up bad.. If we do not maturely contest For who’s wrong and who’s right... Chaos may end up a disaster, a massacre... Explainable chaotic phenomena If we do not curb our lust for greed.. Campaign maturely for Malaysia.. We despise chaos and fights Votes are the voices of people Let us all do our bit to Malaysia Stop this Chaos!! Silence the words of slanders and hates...
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May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 5:39 AM UTC
CHAOS
Kiriaki Olivia Eleni Mada-lozi from Piraeus Greece Billy ugly Marcia, Sherry Shriki, Darni, Judy Gim, Alb- tch, Jeff Albr.. Henry Robert W Impotent ejaculator precosē. Charles manson's advocates; Henry Robert narcissistic your sociopath psychopath nurse from hell in LA CA. You aren't above the law Poisoners sterile hainas   Susan WRat no. **** human predators human traficants to hell with you all- ratas inmundas! Emilia Velazquez thief IHSS should put you in jail And immigration take your green card stealing my savings and stimulus money cashed. Shame on you rata inmunda ladrona. Filthy rats Creeping animals **** of life Shoddy monstrosity. Subhuman Spectres of Hell **** vermins How much damaged you've done to me and my daughter's Poisoning them with hallucinogenic metamphetamins psychotropics without them knowing Then, blackmailing them to give up their parental rights to sterile haenas jealous medeas Add insult to injury to my family forcing psychiatric pill intake to hide your ancient crimes Your hate crime is now public susan ra-t-ano hell ***** You bought my grown daughter from the human predators I had escaped from 1982. Coward filthy **** ***** Vermin word raitano Poisonous serpent Waste of life I hate you and despise you. Two-legged rats I'm talking to you all because creeping creatures, even being the most cursed, compared to your evildoers vermin human predators, a creeping snake stands taller than you all. **** leeches **** cockraoches you who infects with bites, who hurts and who kills. Slanders trashing whoever is holy good and precious You Vermin Poisonous serpents Waste of life I hate you and despise you. I bind to you all my motherly pain I curse you in every life time. Two-legged filthy rats, I'm talking to you! because a creeping creature, even being the most cursed and ugly, in hell, on Earth unwelcome in heaven, compared to you **** brains. stands much taller. You're listening to me useless Hyena of Hell How much I hate you and despise you! **** leech **** cockraoch you who infects with bites, who hurts and who kills. Vermin Poisonous serpents In everyone's paradise. Waste of life I hate you and despise you. Two-legged my filthy rats I'm talking to you too ***** donors madalozi charms.bos henry welonek. because a creeping creature, even being the most cursed compared to you You stand even smaller. ~~~~~~~ Repost. By Paquita del Barrio And Karijinbba. 1976-present All Rights.
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Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 9:35 PM UTC
Henry R W. ElizabethWG Susan W Rat no Arthur R
Kiriaki Olivia Eleni Mada-lozi from Piraeus Greece Billy ugly Marcia, Sherry Shriki, Darni, Judy Gim, Alb- tch, Jeff Albr.. Henry Robert W Impotent ejaculator precosē. Charles manson's advocates; Henry Robert narcissistic your sociopath psychopath nurse from hell in LA CA. You aren't above the law Poisoners sterile hainas   Susan WRat no. **** human predators human traficants to hell with you all- ratas inmundas! Emilia Velazquez thief IHSS should put you in jail And immigration take your green card stealing my savings and stimulus money cashed. Shame on you rata inmunda ladrona. Filthy rats Creeping animals **** of life Shoddy monstrosity. Subhuman Spectres of Hell **** vermins How much damaged you've done to me and my daughter's Poisoning them with hallucinogenic metamphetamins psychotropics without them knowing Then, blackmailing them to give up their parental rights to sterile haenas jealous medeas Add insult to injury to my family forcing psychiatric pill intake to hide your ancient crimes Your hate crime is now public susan ra-t-ano hell ***** You bought my grown daughter from the human predators I had escaped from 1982. Coward filthy **** ***** Vermin word raitano Poisonous serpent Waste of life I hate you and despise you. Two-legged rats I'm talking to you all because creeping creatures, even being the most cursed, compared to your evildoers vermin human predators, a creeping snake stands taller than you all. **** leeches **** cockraoches you who infects with bites, who hurts and who kills. Slanders trashing whoever is holy good and precious You Vermin Poisonous serpents Waste of life I hate you and despise you. I bind to you all my motherly pain I curse you in every life time. Two-legged filthy rats, I'm talking to you! because a creeping creature, even being the most cursed and ugly, in hell, on Earth unwelcome in heaven, compared to you **** brains. stands much taller. You're listening to me useless Hyena of Hell How much I hate you and despise you! **** leech **** cockraoch you who infects with bites, who hurts and who kills. Vermin Poisonous serpents In everyone's paradise. Waste of life I hate you and despise you. Two-legged my filthy rats I'm talking to you too ***** donors madalozi charms.bos henry welonek. because a creeping creature, even being the most cursed compared to you You stand even smaller. ~~~~~~~ Repost. By Paquita del Barrio And Karijinbba. 1976-present All Rights.
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When wave of trouble batter too harshly, And life's fortune refuses its smile. There is a place I love to be When the road to stardom seems endless, With all efforts but yet fruitless. There is a place I love to be When life's puzzles is so scrambled, And the solution is far reachable. There is a place I love to be When the turbulence abound in drill And I seek to get out, to leave and be free. There is a place I love to be When best friends turns foes When my trust makes me fool, There is a place I love to be. When brothers i dear Brings me slanders i bear There is a place I love to be. When all hope are betrayed, And the once caring arm elbow me away There is a place I love to be. When my sins seems unforgivable, And no one else I could cuddle, There is a place I love to be A place that promises no stress and worry, A place often hard to find, Buried in the garden of luck. A place cool, calm And soothing And its warmth comfort me on every side. I could lay all day long, 'cause in there I often found solace.
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Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 5:08 PM UTC
A Place I Love
I'm sorry everything I did was just sweet way to make you leave, surfing on waves made of maybe I'll kiss you again getting high off disappointment without knowing that's really how all those movies end. And all you wanted was my heart on a plate and baby, maybe I said no, but I'm still bleedin' from the hole. And I backtrack all the slanders for the moments you got me to believe in you. I may have made up a lot of dumb excuses but they were exclusively to your benefit.
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Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 12:54 AM UTC
(And this one)
Your eyes are an inferno I cant help but look away Slow burning in my chest It's not your gaze, but what you say Your words set me on fire Slowly hushing the embers Charring what left inside Pacing your slanders Every tomorrow will rain To wash away the ashes But your words left a stain And you still hold the matches
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Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 4:52 PM UTC
Matches
Happiness and perhaps even the joy we thought was certain can only blink in isolation, because nowadays everything is superficial, manipulative, can increasingly deceive, can intentionally deceive and even deceive, a plastic, unpredictable tachycardia infarction can trigger alarm signals. Nowadays, almost everything is heralding the little kingdoms of ambitious people: everyone would like to seize treasures, deals, or even unstable, fleeting reputations for themselves. Perhaps it would be better to palliate the compromised, sufficiently stubborn counterargument, unbaked slanderous sermons, unfortunately, it is increasingly easier to plant them in souls, where there are already enough weeds growing, because everyone only dares to scratch the truer, more secret depths of existence, because they do not dare to go against the truth, honesty at all. A few well-sounding awards, false-lying congratulations, merits would flatter the inner self - if only they could -, but a handful of the pure chemical accumulates in the human being, to cleanse the burdens of petty sins like the waters of Lethe. Halfway between the daridos of blind slanders and half-truths, rust eats away at the counterarguments that are not lazy to think; the little worm from Alamus keeps gnawing away not only inside, but also in the outside world; because the wild crowd of jerks and jerks is deliberately going around blindly and like a gang of brainwashed idiots, following a false idol leader. Because sometimes it is better if one switches to the hard-working mole-like mode and chews oneself out of the annual rings of infected promises and meaningless false words. Because the problem is still that every worm believes itself to be a winner at the same time, when it realizes that it has already pitifully swallowed everything. Behind the scenes - even so - it often happens that there may even be time to hunt each other!
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Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 12:37 AM UTC
HALF-TRUTHS THAT HAVE BEGUN TO RUST
Happiness and perhaps even the joy we thought was certain can only blink in isolation, because nowadays everything is superficial, manipulative, can increasingly deceive, can intentionally deceive and even deceive, a plastic, unpredictable tachycardia infarction can trigger alarm signals. Nowadays, almost everything is heralding the little kingdoms of ambitious people: everyone would like to seize treasures, deals, or even unstable, fleeting reputations for themselves. Perhaps it would be better to palliate the compromised, sufficiently stubborn counterargument, unbaked slanderous sermons, unfortunately, it is increasingly easier to plant them in souls, where there are already enough weeds growing, because everyone only dares to scratch the truer, more secret depths of existence, because they do not dare to go against the truth, honesty at all. A few well-sounding awards, false-lying congratulations, merits would flatter the inner self - if only they could -, but a handful of the pure chemical accumulates in the human being, to cleanse the burdens of petty sins like the waters of Lethe. Halfway between the daridos of blind slanders and half-truths, rust eats away at the counterarguments that are not lazy to think; the little worm from Alamus keeps gnawing away not only inside, but also in the outside world; because the wild crowd of jerks and jerks is deliberately going around blindly and like a gang of brainwashed idiots, following a false idol leader. Because sometimes it is better if one switches to the hard-working mole-like mode and chews oneself out of the annual rings of infected promises and meaningless false words. Because the problem is still that every worm believes itself to be a winner at the same time, when it realizes that it has already pitifully swallowed everything. Behind the scenes - even so - it often happens that there may even be time to hunt each other!
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I do not stand alone, Thinking that in this world, There is something unknown. Unknown is the reason for greed, For wealth and harboring, A ****** A sickness untreated to allow innocence to bleed. Unknown is the reason for racism, Spoken slanders and propaganda's, Media's misguided music to masses for totalitarianism. Unknown is the need to be accepted, A collection of emotions to be displayed, Not being ourselves - The worst, portrayed. I need not know a lot for I know this, That love overcomes all and ties us together, In an intercontinental consciousness. I know this because walls have been brought down, Children play where none were once found, People still rejoice in helping, healing and sound. I need not know a lot because this, I have found.
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Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 1:16 AM UTC
I need not know a lot
I am a practitioner of madness this month so bless your bravery to vex me if you want to see intellectual slaughter it will be a gift and pleasure for me more the better, for fear I do not have not in this month of madness Come swine drink my vintage wine it maybe warm but I know you like it then like a ***** give me more of your unfounded slanders you ******* come dine with me in my month of madness By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 12:03 AM UTC
Month Of Madness
i value GOD as the source of our knowledge and take their slanders with a pinch of salt knowing for full sure and certain HE is real HIS WORD makes MATTER so for knowledge where else would one go? but to the ONE who KNOW LOVE LOVE LOVE ALL WE NEED IS GOD TO LOVE LOVE OF GOD THANKS SO MUCH FOR EVERYTHING in this beautiful garden valley of tears energising inanimate objects in which i type with mud and water on mud on water flowering out of this mud farmed to eat the mulberry bush for the secret i on LOVELOVELOVE
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May 22, 2023
May 22, 2023 at 11:38 AM UTC
It does not matter the lie they tell
the comatose day slanders the "preoccupied" with its images dying children mar the moonlight's release (the awakening lovers that we all want) our culture ....is a petrified forest! producing but this! villified psuedo-leaders! but i am the master here! soon you'll be gone! as the vestigial hints of a slandered humanity soon fade the dying children stream down from the moonlight's lovliness and undresses us of fearfulness and places around us aura's deep and true colors and dreams WE BELIEVE! and live WE BELIEVE! and forgive WE BELIEVE! and rise true again in our own eyes and true again in eachother's lives
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Jul 30, 2010
Jul 30, 2010 at 10:55 AM UTC
let the limits fade and let us "be"
I hear the voices behind me calling my name. I turn to look, but the voices vanish. I hear the voices when I walk through the canteen for lunch. But I never ever find the source. Do you want to know what I hear? I hear the secrets I've told one person. I hear the embarrassment I've put on myself. I hear the pain and suffering I've had to deal with. I hear my name slandered every turn I make. But the worst of it all, I've heard that it all came from you. You talk to me like a friend, But in reality, behind my back - You're a monster waiting to devour me. A monster who slanders my name. A monster who spreads my secrets. A monster who I thought was my FRIEND turns out to be the same person stabbing me in the back. What have I ever done to you to deserve such treatment? I am cross with you, but I won't fight back. Because when I do, I'd be the very monster that you are. Tell me more, tell me more. Tell me more of your lies. Lie to my face and say it with a coy smile. In the end of the day, you are nothing but an insecure little child who needs attention. I will no longer give you that attention. Lie to me some more, I'll hear you, but never listen.
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Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC
Lie to Me
If you are hurt or betrayed, If you are hurt by people, who share the same blood as you. Remember Yussuf A.S, who was betrayed by his own brothers. If you find your parents opposing you. Remember Ibrahim A.S, whose father led him to the fire. If you are stuck with a problem where there's no way out. Remember Yunnus A.S stuck in the belly of a whale. If you are ill and your body cries with a pain, remember Ayyub A.S who was more ill than you. If someone slanders you. Remember Aishah A.S who was slandered throughout the city. If you are lonely. Recall Adam A.S who was created alone. If you cannot see any logic around you. Think of Nuh A.S who built an ark without questioning. If you are mocked by your own relatives. Think of Nabi Muhammad S.A.W. Can't you see how wonderful our Nabi is and their stories. Islam is indeed beautiful and perfect!
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Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 6:57 AM UTC
Lesson of patience and preseverance
Jenny Jenny, oh dear Jenny, Gone forever Still I wonder what could've been your life given over and how times will your disease take another. Posing with a smile full of cheeks last I saw her. Eight days before, you ate so poor Picture requests came in more and more Watching every meal gram Had to look right for Instagram Had to get the comments yelling, Jenny **** Gotta to have the likes and the views No harm but fun in making them drool Loving the way they cyber worship you She's only a baby but that's not how they saw her Ever showing off the many contours of her body So the many names they had for our Jenny. The many predators adoring her daily Always in the chat list Begging for more than a kiss. All they had to do was ask and she happily gave You would call her fast but I saw an Image slave. Picture after picture never fully pleased Illegal nip and tucks were the only means To get the look she desperately wanted to achieve. Make me to die for She went and said at death's door That was her last smile Didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye Under twenty and gone already, She's only a baby, yet heaven is ready. Jenny if I told you would you actually believe You're apart us all, even me All slanders made on you really hide that truth We go around and around in deja vu Obsession for perfection is no longer fiction Though we don’t treat it as the worst form of temptation Just be quiet, wait, be patient for a next self destruction Now fingers pointing at Jenny’s pretty picture Forget the doctor That’s who we'll blame. Ladies and gentlemen, Welcome to society's wicked game.
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Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 7:07 PM UTC
Jenny
Jenny Jenny, oh dear Jenny, Gone forever Still I wonder what could've been your life given over and how times will your disease take another. Posing with a smile full of cheeks last I saw her. Eight days before, you ate so poor Picture requests came in more and more Watching every meal gram Had to look right for Instagram Had to get the comments yelling, Jenny **** Gotta to have the likes and the views No harm but fun in making them drool Loving the way they cyber worship you She's only a baby but that's not how they saw her Ever showing off the many contours of her body So the many names they had for our Jenny. The many predators adoring her daily Always in the chat list Begging for more than a kiss. All they had to do was ask and she happily gave You would call her fast but I saw an Image slave. Picture after picture never fully pleased Illegal nip and tucks were the only means To get the look she desperately wanted to achieve. Make me to die for She went and said at death's door That was her last smile Didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye Under twenty and gone already, She's only a baby, yet heaven is ready. Jenny if I told you would you actually believe You're apart us all, even me All slanders made on you really hide that truth We go around and around in deja vu Obsession for perfection is no longer fiction Though we don’t treat it as the worst form of temptation Just be quiet, wait, be patient for a next self destruction Now fingers pointing at Jenny’s pretty picture Forget the doctor That’s who we'll blame. Ladies and gentlemen, Welcome to society's wicked game.
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*the foolish thing about me is that even in the most starless of nights i swear i see your face in the sky thin contrails define the contours of your face and the faint luster of the quarter-moon is your sirenic beam illuminating my lonely castles in the air this solitary heart of mine can't bear to scatter the stones for my feeble soul will only gather each and every last one splintered my fingertips under your vicious spell like in a catalepsy i cannot depart will build myriad statues; columns of tributes chastely paid down to your fangs crooked, eyes black, hair crimson gossamer, $2 acid green leather shoes and cigarette fixed between ghastly ripe lips uttered infinite slanders and sins then the swan song sang way too soon i am tethered to your morbid grandeur prisoned by your hard-bitten disposition such enticing torment i revel in*
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Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC
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