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Articles of clothing,
writ by the wearer,
Particles of loathing,
spit by the swearer

We wear our souls on our sleeves

hand-paid machines
print letters of jest
on wallet-proof vests

sifting society's sincerity
through media's selective filter
cleverly diffusing the difference
between adverbs and adverts

Green is the new black

Trading black paper
for greener souls

-or-

Greed is the new snack

Feeding omnipotent omnivores
with insatiable goals

The bell sighs,
"Let freedom toll."
Zoe Ray Oct 2011
I can relate to the girl in the tears
she’s 16 and in love
I can relate to the swearer
and the rebel
I can relate to the slow cooker
and the microwave oven
I can relate to the wrinkle
in the corner of an eye
and on the sides of a well used smile
I can relate to the wheels
on that 4×4 Jeep
and the tar on the road
I can relate to that fake laugh
that falls anxiously short every time
I can relate to the butterflies
inside that stomach
on that stage
I can relate to the fire
and the frost
and the luke warm water
I can relate to that tilted frame
trying to hold that pretty picture
I can relate to the river
always moving
I can relate to that split second
where those eyes flashed sad
and that mouth said otherwise
I can relate to that stupid ******* T.V
that said the wrong thing at the wrong time
I can relate to the shadow inside that heart
where someone did someone wrong
and it stays there to remind them
daily
I can relate to the paint
and the white wall
I can relate to the lady
with the cats
and the man who walks and talks
to himself
I can relate to the one that never wants to be
alone
or forgotten
and I can relate to the one
who sits inside
curled up tight
So I will try
to never point my finger
crookedly towards your face
because
I can relate.


© 2011 Zoe Ray
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Untamed mammals release tensions before mine own eye's. Chains art broke, none more cloaks to hide those dreading thoughts of suicide. Raging dictating swearer's, jewels traded for tools as the sun lowers. Tis this place gets rarer and bare. . . . . . .Cars surround. Compound their rubbers to bullets of blood issued steel. . .Captivating and excruciating. Music to thy ear's turneth to bad news! ! Chess sweepers. Checker winners. Both losers whilst the rest born sinners. . . Costly state pay to fatcat pocket books hands; some issue warnings whilst protective custody issues dull demands. . . . . All prosecution standeth  to issued remaxed detective blogees. . . . . . .redneck respecters cometh with protectors whilst the odd breeds cometh with a dodger. . . . . .mystique, defeat. . . . .to thy hands thou art tied from behind! Move up the latter, tasteth thine coroded own chatter, the deaf art now the blind. . . . . . .
brandon nagley May 2015
Untamed mammal's release Tension's before mine own eyes,
Chains are broke, no more smoke to hide those dreading thought's of suicide!!!!

Raging dictating swearer's,
Jewels traded for tools,
As the sun lowereth this place get's barer and rarer!!!!

Cars surround,
Compound their tires to bullet's of plasma issued brace!!!

Captivating,
Excruciating,
Music to thy ears turns to bad news!!!!

Chess sweepers,
Checker winner's,
Both losers,
The rest born sinners!!!!

Costly state pay to fatcat's pocket booked hands,
Some issue warnings,
Whilst protective custody issues strong demands!!!!

All prosecuting stands issued remaxed detective blogger's,
Rednecked respecters come with protector's,
While odd breed's come with a dodger!!!!

Mystique,
Defeat!!!

To thy hands thou hath tied from Behind!!!

Move up the latter,
Taste thy corroded own chatter,
The deaf hath now turned blind!!!!
Prison poetry in its raw sense!!,
PS: if you see I put prison poetry in a lot of these some of these are not new but oldened writings, from when I did time in prison, what for you ask? Well dont really care who knows, in mine past I had a bad ****** addiction, living around it being in it, grew up in it!! Than that life got me to getting caught up in @22 people drug bust! And I was charged with possession as oxy's,opiates, used to be dear to me, than got me with trafficking in *******, and trafficking in drugs\oxys.. Soo had to wake inside a palace called pickaway(an old prison maby four or five hours from me south of me! A place that used to be a mental hospital in the twenties! And yes it was this prison though I've been writing for years that I have found some of mine darkest works,
Though god was mine light all along!!! Enjoy!!!
Larry Potter Dec 2021
For what are lies but ugly words
Cruelly dressed in fancy clothes
Which came to grace the masquerade
Until their very meaning erodes.
The truth in every swearer's tongue
Hummed loudly like an untamed gong
And ears bled out from aching songs
Unbridled by unmuted wrongs.
The host is left without respite
From ghosts that haunt the drunken night
The table unset, the music died
Without recompense, without requite.
Classy J May 2023
Sometimes **** doesn’t go your way,
It’s like I prefer to make it harder on myself,
Cause I prefer to take the longest way.
Yet also gotta find time for self help, even if you’re;
Pressed for time every gosh **** day,
Never will hear me say the lords name in vain.
Even though I’m a sinner, I know there’s room for change.
And yes I’m a swearer; to my moms disdain.
But we all fall short, cause we’re all humane.
And until that final court day, I must maintain!
Cause I don’t do **** halfway!
Got to make the most of this life,
Even if it’s a bit risqué!

Go ahead and seize the day!
While also putting **** to bed.
Don’t want to be no slave.
Or give free space to those,
Trying to reside within your head!

Call it carpe diem,
Might just slide into your dm’s,
Might just sky dive next weekend!
Hell I might just start casting out demons!
Only God can take me,
Or get me kneeling.
I’m done being stuck in the mud!
It’s bout time for healing!
I’m done being suffocated,
It’s bout time I start breathing.
Give thanks and a prayer than dive back in the deep end.
To help others that be drowning.
Gotta make a stand for those,
condemned by the world.
Unwilling to lend a hand.
So, I gotta do my part to help them…

Go ahead and seize the day.
While also putting **** to bed.
Don’t want to be no slave.
Or give free space to those,
Trying to reside within your head!
My cousins are dead because of you Norman Cousins swearer to masonic blood oaths. Cousin Cousine gave hope to my cousins & me & to Ted Danson, Ned Manson, Fred Janssen & Jed Hanson. Ship now Stanley ** or forever hold your shipments for the sudden crapping-out of nice people is what I'm gambling on. Marilyn Monroe is unforgettable especially since corporators never relent in keeping her name & likeness before the public. By the 7th day of an electrical black-out feminism will be no more as the natural order of things will be restored. The cancer-afflicted girls who make the news are suffering from radiation sickness. Radiation sickness cures nothing. Radiation sickness denigrates the immune system. Next stop: doughnut shop for APPLAUSE & APPLE SAUCE, a simple sample of Pederson's shrimp in shambles & shims in sandals with a dosage o' ol': allopathism, regionalism, nationalism, emotionalism, rationalism, pyorrhea, diarrhea, gonorrhea, Cary Grant, Gary Crant, Crary Gant, Grary Cant, Carry Gant, Carr Ganty, Garr Canty, Granty Car, Ganty Carr, Garnt Cary, Carnt Gary, Carnty Gar, Garnty Car, Arnty Garc, Arnty Grac, Ranty Garc & the man who stands above others: Ranty Grac. Help me dead Dave Dudley to rave studly then pave mud free with Neil Diamond to **** Neil Simon worshiper of: Satan's hollyhock tree Hollywood; **** Dolly's Dollywood; Tamil's Kolly-wood; Bomay's Bollywood & fair airplay for the not-so-fair *******' Nollywood where whitey ain't welcomed even as a token.
   Malignant cells are electrostatically-charged negative as is the immune system. Like-charges repel one another making it impossible for the immune system to mount a direct assault on malignant structures so, instead, benignant cells build a tumorous mass to contain the clutch of cancerous cells. If the immune system could attack cancer, mammalian pregnancy (gestation to term) wouldn't be possible as pre-embryonic cells (which are virtually indistinguishable from malignant cells) would be defined by the immune system as invasive & condemned to destruction & absorption.
   It's minimum-wage day in Albania! Grab a strange Albanian woman's *** to get the fun started and the ball rolling!

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