"sss" poems
[I accidentally deleted this, so now I'm reposting it]
This is not an attack, it is expression.
*This apparently isn't a very popular subject,
but then again, when has popularity changed anyone's mind..*
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**** the 'Selective Service System'; the SSS.
It's neo-conscription.
FDR made us a deal we couldn't refuse
which included a stipulation
that about half of us still cannot refuse:
Selective Service
also known as
Peacetime Draft
But only for males. Only the males.
Not the females, though. Oh, no, not the females;
We need the Females
to bake the next batch of mindless soldiers/housewives/neoslaves.
We need the women to uphold the status-quo.
We need our women
to remain passive, docile, and beautiful ******* doormats
for our glorious and infallible western society.
We need our women
to be complaint, subservient, sex-starved, archaic-gender-role embodiments.
I see it as overtly 'cherry-picking' as well as misogyny both ways;
sexist, selfish, and prejudiced on both sides:
'Feminists' (read: Feminazis) claim to plea for true gender equality, but here is my plea:
If such is true, where then are their demands for mandatory selective service?
Why do they feel above reproach when it comes to the unsavory sides of society?
Why do they turn a blind eye to the ******* Draft if they ***** up such a storm about equality?
Why is it not a federal offense punishable by a $250,000 fine as well as up to 5 years in prison
for a female to not sign their life away to the military from when they turn 18 until at least 25?
How is that 'gender equality'?
Huh?
They, too, are cherry-picking.
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 5:22 PM UTC
Such simplicity
Sitting here alone writing
Stupid tales for you
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
There is fire in the dance. The head of a candle burning and flickering in time to the dancer’s movement. The flame sways to and fro, responding to the dancer’s energy. Then the candle disappears.
Blisters begin to bubble up upon the dancer’s skin; then fully formed explode with liquid fire. Screams of agony reverberate across her tortured flesh. Her cries go silent as the pain slowly fades. The dancer becomes a living flame.
So, she dances. Each step scorching the soft ground, leaving little fires in their wake. Her legs ascend at an angle and descend in a spin. Hands clasped and rising upwards as her feet return to the earth. The fire trailing her movements like living echoes. Enflamed arms opening and closing with billows of smoke expanding around them. The ground burns beneath her feet as she leans her head back slowly.
Her face consumed by the flames fury; she attempts to howl. Instead of sound, rivers of crimson liquid explode from her lips. Jets of blood red water congeal into shiny flesh. First, impressions of a face form in the flat flowing puddle of scarlet goo. Then, a neck, next something akin to limbs takes shape.
The red rawness is evident but not painful, as she spews the last bits of the red liquid. Drips of crimson drops from the newly formed figure fall on the flaming dancer. The droplets sounding a soft beat and sizzle in rhythmic fashion like a drum snare; T sss T sss T sss T sss. The flaming dancer shudders in pleasure. The flames, encouraged by the dark moisture, recede then rise, as rouge vapors smoke off its’ figure. The fluid form expands further forming sinuous strands of cerise liquid hair.
Pirouetting in a whirlwind fashion the dancer continues her ballet. Her leg rises again as she leans back. Her head, inches from the ground, drops liquid fire. Then she straightens her tiny flaming frame. Behind her the red watery body slides its hands across the ground, calming the flames, and leaving only scorched and sticky earth in its wake.
So it goes with each movement the dancer lights the earth afire, and behind her the flames are doused. Each minute passing the fire weakens and shrinks as does the scarlet body. Until at last they embrace. The dancer’s arms rest upon her sides as the crimson liquid figure envelopes her.
One more red stroke across the canvass and the figures blend perfectly. One color fading and bleeding into the next in perfect abstraction. The month long dance finally finished. The brush is rinsed then ceremoniously placed in its spot. The artist sighs, there is a slight sense of relief, for this dance is finished, but an echo of sorrow remains for this dance is finished.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
i-iii-i
i-i-iii can't
let me catch my breath
and get back to you
she whispered a secret into my hair
ruffled it like she does
my skin burned beneath her touch
ccc-c-can you not?
sshhhh she said
it's okay
no it's not
if i could only say the words
sss--sst--
what was that, honey?
ss--ssto
you're a snake?
no
stop.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 1:22 AM UTC
come animals
you have no rights;
what rights can you have?
when the Almighty Lord has said
you are but food for man
for man is given dominion over all things
come animals
you have no rights;
so come willingly
and with a broad smile and grin
to lay down your lives
for man’s potbellies;
come animals
with gratitude
for you are the Lord’s sweet and delicious creatures
come with glad hearts and a happy song
no: moo, moo, moo
no: baa, baa, baa…
no: **** a doodle doo
no: bow, wow, wow
no: oink, oink, oink
no: sss, sss, ssss
no: meow, meow, meow
but happily altogether now
you shall sing:
Merrily, merrily
we serve mankind
with a
hee, hee, hee
and a ha, ha, ha
Merrily, merrily
we lay our lives
so that man’s potbellies be filled
and the Lord’s will be done
Sep 26, 2010
Sep 26, 2010 at 10:16 PM UTC
Rivers dry up, except
The Mississippi.
If/When
That particular long and wide
And fat and deep
Body of Wa-Wa
Completely dries up,
The World, as SK
Was fond of saying of
Roland of Gilead and the
Shadowed Spire,
"Has moved on."
Monstrous
Glaciers partied hard inda
MIDWEST!
For, like, endless freezing
Nights and equally
Chill-laxing daze,
Man! Man? Dude!
Dudes? Little dudes
With spears takin' on
The Mammoths! No
WAY!
Way.
They'll not outlive and
OutLAST US, My
Frozen Bros!
(But we had fire, the roasting
Kind and the hot burning
Coals within our spirit,
Fire to perpetuate our
Species through endlessly
Cold nights and days)
Whoo-Hooo!
Dude! You plowed
DEEP last night, Bro!
What's that stuff on yer
Brow. Sweat?
Hey is it me or is it
Hot in here?
Dudes? We're like
SMALLER
Irregardless, or
Re, the You SSS of
A has a large dent
In its midsection.
Because those partying
Glaciers were forced back
Into polar hiding, shedding
Great earthen chunks of their
Fatty selves, carving and
Slashing
The most fertile watershed
In the country.
Their ageless and
Timeless enemy, that
Bright Yellow Orb,
Opened its great
Cyclopean eye, and
Focused, yet again,
Blessed rays of light
Heat, and life.
The melting...
Water lying on the ground,
Unsure? How about we start a
Pool? I bet it'll pay
Off to flow on not-flat ground, the
Pool collapses and begins flowing
With purpose, streaming
Together as a larger
Body of water:
The Miss
'Sippi.
Any number of
Numberless great and lesser
Lakes up North
Decided to be hole-
Y. Gravity
Did the rest.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC
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Mar 7, 2011
Mar 7, 2011 at 8:44 AM UTC
A slice o’ pie
ya cut me a slice 'o yer liljeeezus pie,
a religious high, - "oh my oh my,"
ya pour me jug, o' yer godly whine,
inebriation fer the disinclined,
ya sugar it, with sweet salvation
roast me 'bout my masurbation,
cream it off with liberation --
all ya needs my soul donation,
but I'll not eat yer pie - yer religious lie,
'bout some meta -- weelllll -- sss-super guy,
Alan nettleton.
Apr 29, 2010
Apr 29, 2010 at 9:34 PM UTC
You remind me of the living,
breathing.....
( ( (s t r u g g l e) ) )
within my mind constantly.
I can relate to your questions
and fears, outcasts' s ' sss tearss' s''s'' ' '
But there is a light,
oh man,
there is a light
so bright that will release so much energy
into this universe one day we may find ourselves
in a similar utopia. I promise you
it's there, inside you.
The answers are out there,
you're very close.
Much closer than I was at your age.
Simply believe in yourself......
Apr 10, 2012
Apr 10, 2012 at 11:25 PM UTC
be _ ginnings arethebest
...the spinning swell of joy. in. your. chest.
the hours con((sum))ed
by thoughts,...she/ and /you
pinS. Sss and g _ lass
workingupto a 》》kiss
reading ev\er\\y mo ve me n. t
dizzy in-the-bliss
The plung@ing thro>>ugh
...places so Un//shown
Un _ sure Un _ seen
Un ^^^^imaginable Un~ known
and you knot your. whole. existence;
in an
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Fingers slow》ly. edg》ing closer
press. Your. thumbs. Into. her. _ _ _ hips
You'd/say/anything to see¡ that¡ smile¡
...how; her laugh can-make-your-day
And her e y e s will make you w^o^n^d^e^r
If you'll
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Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 7:11 PM UTC
how i wish you
would{n't} call
your voice
》shoves 》me 《back《
livingroom\ _waltzes\\ _ _
[ed> ray > amos]
~singing ~our ~songs
Tuesday ○pancakes○
&you;
inthosetiiiiIiiiinyshorts
Sundays _ trippin' _ in _ the _ sand
waves&clouds;
snuggledupintowels
cho/k/ing°°
on° laughs° as
umbrellas wisSsk byyyyyyyyyyy
all. that. slow. lovin.
<inourcozysheets>
& your breath [onme] was
all. i. could. ever.
need.
it | was | just |
a moment ago
i swear;
when-you-call
[mydarlingsweetestlove]
it's {no} hellllllll - p
At. All.
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 2:20 AM UTC
It's not hard to enter a house quietly
in the dark
when weary
and drunk
with beer cans
swinging in a bag
clunk, clunk, clunk,
and a takeaway box
awkwardly tucked under one arm
while teeth
clamp keys
on a ring
jingle, jingle-ling.
When you have to hold up the wall
in case it should fall
and the light switch
mysteriously
shifted further and further along.
And you can't escape the tune,
but forget the name of the song
something like
“la-de-la-la da-dum, dum ****
It's not hard to enter a house quietly
in the dark
when you live alone,
But,
If you don't
others will soon bawl
shout
and moan
“Will yah, keep it down;
what time d'you call this?”
It's then you find yourself giggling
at a joke
just understood
...hisss—sss-sss s....sss....s.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
I’m looking at your mouth
you’re looking at me,
my fingers curled around the blunt your plug has graded as a “pearl”
we’re passing notes with her eyes and
you’re playing it cool, that is until your eyebrows give you away – springing up towards your skull.
I find an excuse to say ****
so you’re thinking of mine as I push wet fruit between my lips, still hot from the smoldering
I sense the very moment everyone else in the room catches onto our game.
lowering my gaze as a hit goes straight to my face
the smoke clears
my fingers linger
dangling the roach over your water glass
I let it fall
Ash hisses as if to whisper
“it’sss cassshh.”
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 4:01 AM UTC
Rushing to follow
Man with a black jacket, grey trousers
On an empty street
haste his walk is
Couldn't yell
How can I tarnish my dignity
Only crush Ive ever had
Tip toe running to catch up
I remember his smile
Among his friends, he was majesty
His walk was glamorous
The only time we cross paths
He inquired
'Is this the dining hall ? "
Stummering
A talent I wasn't born with nor knew of
Y..e..sss ahmm oh, definitely, dinning yea. YES
Never forgiven myself
Two years since
I see his back am sure his the one
I vow to confess today
Before lights turn red
Ran
Grabbed his hand_ excuse me
At the zebra cross he turned
A mistaken identity
Sight in disbelief
Heart in agony
Mind in recess
I thought I saw
Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 4:08 PM UTC
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 3:24 PM UTC
Slowly proceeding toward substantial studying
Currently satiating sorrow and sadness with scores of sullen sonnets...
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 8:15 PM UTC
it's a story of girl meets boy,
who's reading milan kundera's
the unbearable lightness of being,
girl falls in love,
boy laments this falling in love
with a wish to be dead,
girl ***** the boy's high-school friend
and asks the friend to ****
the boy in a cunning and sophisticated way,
the ****** fails,
boy lives on,
picks up a girl in a park drinking beer,
seduces her for a **** when she forgets
miles davis' kind of blue,
and listening to michael greilsammer's
הוריי שלי (https://goo.gl/DZlekQ)
gives sway, they ****
celibacy of the boy
abolished, more fingers on
the hand than ***** for 8 years counting,
walking home in the cold
night the girl from the park
drowns in the boy's jacket, in terms
of fraction three fifths his size;
concerning title? i don't know where
to cut-in or cut-off from he (heh), shin (sheen),
or any other hebrew letter is,
for if in the case of vav (ו)
the breath is in ***** of the sound
where is the incision for a phonetic unit
of speech to begin or end, akin to greek alpha
and omega, so too with the hebrew examples
ש (shin, not s) and ל (lamed, el or la ahmed)?
i.e. you say omega, but only utter o,
you say alpha but only utter a,
beta but on b etc.
so when giving nouns to units of sounds,
expanding a into alpha aleph, d into delta daleth,
b into beta and beth... how then uncouple
the unit of sound from the noun and couple
it into a word that deviates from noun?
we can sit all day musing this...
the existential philosophers philosophising
with the syllables ego... and i with snoring snorkelling
(zzz)... if ever the serpent slept (sss sizing up
a psst) for man awake then the serpent endeavours
his chance to sleep, brought on by digestion.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 8:14 PM UTC
Out of the blackness
milky-white eminence rises
omphalos umbilus of the world
dripping venom and solace
in equal doses
Is not creation myth
of sunrise or moondance
****** charge of being
connection of ether
asserted from nothing
Uncoiled sss thick body
glowing colour grey
black edged scales
vast hood of metallic
green lozenge flanked
by blind yellow flash
Out of blackness the
milky rainbowed cobra
source of destruction
of chaos of growth
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 8:10 AM UTC
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Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 12:40 AM UTC
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Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 6:55 PM UTC
Okay church,now let's get in formation.
Prove to him you've got some cooperation.
And as I speak these words from the depths
of my heart,quite loud and clear
Please,be not filled with fear
It might seem queer but I tell you now
It's only Jesus who can help you here
The bible says we ought to love one another,
embrace one another and encourage one another
But see,just the other day,I saw another gossiping
bout the other
It came not as a surprise to me that we churchgoers
say such slanderous words about our fellow brothers
But what is saddening is how we tryna act all holy,
quoting all bible verses
quoting O Christ Jesus
Nyasha and Kamo over there being the first one to state the ten commandments!
Rise and shine,sleeping church!
We are blinded by the world's behaviour
We are deceived by the world animosity
We are lured by the world's conformity
Don't be swayed,let's set our own standards
and be our own people.
Jesus says,we are a peculiar people,a chosen
generation,a royal priesthood.
Rise and shine,sleeping church!
Don't you ever feel guilty that Jesus Christ
died on the cross of calvary for you and me.
For you and me to be who we were meant to be.
For you and me to gaze at this marvelous creation
so we may be a peculiar people in this blasphemous nation
For you and me to be adorned in the finest of jewels,shoes
and dresses
so that when our enemies look at us,they see God's good grace'sss.
Rise and shine,sleeping church!
Jesus promises us an eternal home up with him.
A heavenly future.
Okay church,now let's get in formation.
Prove to him you've got some cooperation.
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 6:03 PM UTC
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Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 5:55 PM UTC