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Desperado Dan
Is a man with a plan
To cash in a bit of Kensington
On some high grade *****
Cos right now he's got a couple of scores
But not a great deal more to loose

You see, our Dan is a master of the modern day quill
He works an open office, clocking in and out at will
But after reading all the greats from his and every bygone age
He lives in a time where the mp3 subverts the written page

So night and day he hums away
Searching for that hit chorus
And he knows you can't cut corners
When it comes to tanking up on creative juices

A Desperado is larger beer spiked with tequila
Some say it's for scoundrels to make charming girls easier
But our Dan's quest is noble.
He has a dream we'd all like to believe in
He simply wants to do his whole life’s work in just one evening
And a Desperado seems to conjure all six hats within one head
So if two minds are better than one...well, nuff said

He dilutes them at first, pulling the wool over his own eyes
Until, catching reflections on the glass, he sees through the disguise.
And before long you'll find him chugging straight from the bottle
Then, in a blur of paper and pen, Dan writes like there's no tomorrow.

He writes and writes and writes some more
a couplet, a bridge, an underscore
Ploughing verses like trenches through the ****** white paper
Dropping napalms just to see what pops it's head above the wreckage.

Then, surveying the new landscape, he quarries in every direction…

Linearly; because it's most straightforward like that
Circularly; because they used to think the world was flat

Logically; because... Well duh!
Laterally; which gives the brain a stir

Diagonally; some kinda a + b = c rap from back in the day
In reverse; because sometimes we unknowingly face the wrong way

Unapologetically
Down dead ends
Just to see the view

He picks up clichés and looks under them for clues

Desperado Dan
Calls for desperate measures
As the evening wears on
He indulges all his earthly pleasures

And down they go with a Yo ** **
What a ***** desperado!
***** I say! Now he's mixing with ***
Still his pencil flies with a blistered thumb

'E starts to drop 'is H's
And forgets to cross his l's...sorry t's
He paces back and forwards
An he talks like mushy peas

Rummaging frantically through chaotic pockets
Conjunctives falling to the floor
He can't find the word he's after, but who cares? There’s plenty more!
He begins to vengefully split infinitives in two
And hurl metaphors across the kitchen
Sending mountains of ******* up ***** of paper flying
Like snowballs after the thaw
Which slowly melt into puddles of lonely vowels and consonants.
Long after he has gone.

----------------------------------------------------------­---------------------------------

But all that was before the "Doodley Dee"
And his dream came true with a change of key
The song which people can't help to hum
From OAPs to the I-generation
And people hummed it all over
And in all sorts of weather
Until someone decided we should hum it forever.
And they paid Desperado Dan for every hum
Not bad work for a blistered thumb

So now our Dan seems a lot less desperate.
From time to time he evens finds an hour or two to rest a bit
Sitting on the veranda of his studio in the south of France.
Applying the finishing touches to another comedy romance.
Sipping a very fine Sauvignon, no Desperado in sight.

They're all safely packed away in the cellar

Just in case he gets the urge

Late at night.
Nicholas Rew Jun 2012
Fusing the concepts of diction with the;
roll of a puuuup: ill container
no brainer; the new name
for all,, club bangers
the flocking flamers,
claiming they flow rain sick,
fake **** time to face it
like similes to basic
subject matter could use a face lift
I straight rip, jill jacking me off,
cant touch these bars, leading to E.R.
cough, cough; Hot sauce her eye, then fry
that back side, spliff lit
A big hit; leaves dome split
                                                           ­                thoughts. . .              drift
To higher places; perceive the cloudy spaces
between the jaded hate spit
peaceful protest; GRAVITY.. replace it
Aliteration altered asinine assumptions
Rhetoric to run with;               supplying the dumb-*****
my cognition is "meta" there "fore";
fairest way is hitt'n
Needing a "fix"; I pop "pre"-scription
Sacred living's indifferent; no know's of his vision
Firing blindly; we're inquisitive middlemen
signing contracts binding
booking assurance of purpose
vexing questions perplex the messes
milk spilt are peoples guesses
nose tilt; angling obtuse,
obese, feeding upon, the bottom line
Most zealous of swine;
hideous and hateful, unable, ungrateful
better off as bacon plateful
The line is fine; The shade is grey
I'll ironically state,
suggestions to negate
your fate upon another's baseless psalms
or petty predictions of living on your palms
Chirayu Writer Jul 2015
Don't laugh on others...
Just small experience had today....

I was with my elder brother we are going to the shop..near by shop there was tanking of drinking water were we can fill water for drinking...so there was a boy came to fill water ...he looks young....he looks  as worker in construction side..his clothes  were ***** by sand and cement... I was thrusting so I told to big brother let's go and drink water so me and  bro went to drink.....the boy filled the water in  big container or Can kind of bottle....while he was carrying first tab container of bottle his leg was slipped in mud of water.. Everyone standing over there laughing on him...then he came to take second container of water then that boy have talk too me and said that there were laughing on me because my legs slipped in the water of mud..and he have not speak by action because he was dumb.. Then I told don't be sad by them because some people can laugh on other there are blind by there heart and work.....just born to laugh on other...

        Its is easiest to laugh on other,than on yourself.....

Why god have made hardworking person to struggle more...as he was dumb....anyways friends help ever...and hurt never ...make this world better by you.....thank you ....
Anais Vionet Oct 2024
Peter (my bf) is coming to town - tonight. I’m breathy with excitement.
My energy is so sick. “Someone scrape her off the walls,” Leong remarked, as I bounded out of my room this morning.
Lisa winced, holding her hand up, as if to block the sun, “You never smile in the morning.”   “And she’s humming,” Sunny observed.
“I’m not,” I started, then after a pause I amended, “yeah, I guess I was.”

I’m not just happy, I’m some new kind of happy. It’s been too long.
I’m swinging a school’s-out, pre-Christmas, free iced-latte vibe.
I’ve been on the busiest stretch, clearing my schedule. I have to define my thesis this semester. Argh!

But I’m ready for some bf fun. I’ve changed my sheets, hidden the general mess and God, even vacuumed.
That’s very un-university-like behavior - believe me.
As down as I was last Friday night, from tanking that quiz, that’s how up I am now.

Speaking of that quiz, the only way to deal with a fret is to exorcize it, defeat it, vanquish it. I stalked the TA after class last Tuesday, finally cornering him, like a wounded animal at his desk.
“I tanked last week’s quiz,” I admitted, which sounded way more whiny out loud than it did in my head.
“Vionet, right?” He’d asked rhetorically, already clicking his keyboard to bring up the grade sheet.
“Are there any extra cred..” I began. “You got an 88,” he interrupted me. “Yeah, but,” I’d begun again
“That’s a B,” he’d deadpanned in a low, ‘why do I have to talk to idiots,’ voice.
“Yeah, but,” I’d began freshly, only to be re-interrupted.
“A weekly quiz,” he’d said, “like a hundredth of your grade.”  
“A B,” I began, shaking my head side to side in a ‘no’ way, but I’d smiled ingratiatingly too - I was going to win this guy over.
“You’re way too tightly wound,” he’d snarked, insensitively.
I opened my mouth to speak again when he said “OUT,” twisting his head to nod towards the door.
“You don’t,” I began, only to have him give me a teen-like, wide-eyed look as he nodded again at the door.
So, I flounced out, giving a silent voice to my indignation.
Bureaucracies.
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Songs for this:
Take Off Ur Pants by Indigo De Souza
Kool Thing by Sonic Youth

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Our cast
Peter, (My bf), is a bearded, 27-year-old from the sage hills of Malibu, California. He’s 6’1, too thin, his jet-black hair is perpetually uncombed and his skin is pale from over exposure to fluorescent lighting. He earned his PhD in Applied Physics last year and now he works for CERN in Geneva. He’s smart, quiet, awkward and he can be too serious. I’m unreasonably cRaZy about this guy.

Lisa, (roommate) 21, my bff and Manhattanite ‘glamor girl’ (who’d bristle at that description but it’s hundo-p true.) who grew up in a 50th floor Central Park South high-rise. A (pre-med) molecular biophysics and biochemistry major.

Leong, (roommate) 21, a ‘molecular, cellular, and developmental biology major,’ is from Macau, China - the Las Vegas of Asia and she’s a proud communist (don’t knock it til you’ve tried it). Growing up, I lived in Shenzhen China (about 30 miles from Macau) we both speak Cantonese (maybe why we were paired?) and we're able to talk a lot of secret trash together.

Sunny, (suitemate) 21, a (pre-med) molecular, cellular, and developmental biology major, is a cowgirl from Nebraska (seriously, she has a quarter horse and barrel races). She’s an outspoken fem-facing ladies-lady.

Your author, a simple country girl from Athens, Georgia is also a (pre-med) molecular biophysics and biochemistry major.
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 10/02/24:
Fret = to worry or be concerned.
Classy J Jul 2016
This is the finale, this is the conclusion to my brooding views for this classy interlude. Just to let you know that i'll be coming back with another series for yawl to bump to, out with the old, in with the new, I'm just taking a break to figure out what I should do. Talked the talk, did the walk, did or said things that can't be undone or changed, this is what one must do so that the future can truly be rearranged. Call me whatever, call me whenever, complain about my songs, I don't care if you think they're as dreary as some really bad weather. I dedicated myself to tell things as they are, and I believe that through my rhymes that I have been putting out as of late that I have grown pretty far. I never belonged, always the kid alone and depressed, it's like I was internally and externally oppressed. Don't care how I dress, the only thing I address is the screwy ****** world that tries to play with our lives like chess. I confess that I make up half of the crap I say, but dang it all if I can be like burger king and have it my way.

I am blessed, yet such a mess, glory to those who can thrive even though they live with less. Don't know what to believe, but I will not be going back to being on my knees, light crushing darkness because I have found the keys. 50% straight edge, looking to get ahead, looking forward because if I look back I know I'll stay dead. Staining this white washed society red, longing for real democracy, even though right now it's just a imaginative dream I have in my head. Rebel won't let up, always want to get out, going crazy and vicious trying to find what this life is all about. If you can't seem to understand me, oh well, this is not show and tell, and if you don't like it you can go to hell. Oh I'm in my zone, so clear the way for I have a rap dynasty to adhere to, and I have no other way I can say it to make it clearer for you.

So many blurred lines trying to cover up the ugly truth, get carried away sometimes, but honestly I yearn for finding the truth. What if there is no truth, just some unexplainable conundrums that we shouldn't really question, I won't take that suggestion, there are answers to find, there are things that need correction and clarification. I hope that there is a reason why we exist, no trick or twists, I accept my duty and am prepared to take the risks. Classy Interlude pt.3, not going to take a knee and surrender the ball, third and long but I will give it everything that I have, **** right that i'll push through all these walls. Breaking barriers, yeah breaking stereotypes and statistics, proving all you crackers wrong who say that making a difference is unrealistic. I will not be stopped, staying firm like a rock, so back off , keep whacking off, i'll do me, should not have left the door unlocked. Through the times of greatness and travesty, i'll keep my vanity, don't shoot to **** because I still have an ounce of humanity. Though I struggle, though I go through boat loads of pain, I'll keep being sane, I won't let you get into my brain.

I know i will never be able to do this alone, I chose long ago to not just be another clone, so go ahead keep spying on me with your drones. I don't care, ***** the industry, I prefer having individuality, free land and speech, I have been unplugged so I guess that makes me a abnormality trying to fix this world's big cavity. ***** people man, I try being nice, but people are pests they no better than a bunch of lice. Stupid groupies that listen to white boys like vanilla ice, yeah ice, ice baby, you need Jesus Christ, don't know a thing about real rap, so no wonder that you can't handle my brooding sharp lines that have taken rap away like it were a heist. Have to break some eggs to make an omelette, no parley here mate, breaking in like a pirate, busting your heads like balloons, it's like I'm playing poppit. Stop this, now let me continue to rock this, I am my own boss bro, so in other words, you'll never ever be able to stop this.

Moving to the top, giving it everything I got, classy interlude pt.3 bro, so many shots, got you  starting to feel so tardy as an apricot. Just kidding, this is why you should be listening, I just got so much energy, if you think you can do better, your just day dreaming. Future class blasting into mainstream like hey, underground was fun but now I'm big and everyone wants to be with me and get shady, and I know that the only reason is that they want my gravy. I'm banking, tanking through obstacles, mine scraping through touchy subjects even though I don't care what I say about these tender debacles. I say what I want, not about to ride the offensive guidelines d*, bleep my words all you want but you can't make me disappear like some magic trick. Mr. Class himself, you just got to believe in me, trust that i'll keep busting, have faith that i'll never sell out and keep on hustling. So adieu for now, but i'll be back to venture into new beginnings with a bang bang, pow.
Haley Lorish Nov 2018
Bittersweet and lemon treats
Tanking troubled hatless heaps  
Salty horizon flogs sweet beach
Sandy skin, too soft a peach
Your thumb brushing my left cheek
Can you still smell the apple’s reek
Skewed hearts remain in heat  
Devine reminds a heart to beat
Kept up in the saddles seat
King of every bit of hate, wash
These battered palms disgrace
Love has sunk the ship of face
Tulips lack the need for space
Whips of stars appear in plight
Have you only fight or flight?
Good wills only break the bank
And I’ve only left myself to thank
Devon Lane Jul 2015
I feel like a ripple in the harbor.
Throwing myself against
the Hull of your chest.
A place I used to call home.

Not far from Beason
liquid green
caresses silt that has
always pumped life
into this broken city.
A city where sirens and
church bells sound the same
if you just listen
to the hum of floating taxis
circulating you straight to
the heart of a
civilization learning to collect illumination.

I drag my feet along E. Pratt
listening to the whispers of our past,
a quiet riot in the distance.

Somewhere in this city
a woman is taking her son's hand
for the last time
a brother is tanking
his last free throw
somewhere
a daughter scribbles
her name in side walk chalk
one
final
time.

These children were the
city's flesh and blood.
Fells point in their bones;
a piece of Pigtown in every cell.

We've learned from
our mistakes that
burning down convenience stores
doesn't make life more convenient,
but owning a gun does.
What is the cost of protection
when you're not the one paying the price?

I hope that one day
we will build upon the ashes
and Light Street will burn bright again.
the dirty poet Oct 2019
i was an ***** player for a talk show in the southside
one night while tanking up preshow at a poolhall down the block
i snooped a conversation about a stripper birthday party
currently in progress at mcardles pub
mcardles being a bar on an alley in the southside
i made haste for the stripper party
though i didn’t know which alley to head for
alas, mcardles pub stayed aloof
i was toasted and the southside got bigger
with talkshow time only an hour away
then 45 minutes, then half an hour
and i couldn’t find mcardles
many alleys, all blind, no mcardles
no strippers, no off-duty pulchritude
finally, in despair, i surrendered
went to the lava lounge, plugged in my *****
painted my face and put on an indian headdress
i sang "piece of my heart"
sharing my misery with the audience
(yes we had an audience, a good one)
when i was done our mc alexie said
"he looks like one of the village people
but he sang the **** out of that song
let’s hear it for unfinished symphonies"
yeah let’s hear it for me
taking pieces of my ***** heart
and throwing them at the happy drunken
coked-up ladies at mcardles invisible pub
Creepypastafairy Dec 2024
I am sorry
So so sorry
For what I did
But I am
Fearing that you
Will be unforgiving
Yet again
I am sorry
So so sorry
So so sorry
That I am getting fed up
With our ‘ship’
Is tanking
I am sorry
So so sorry
So so sorry
Beyond comprehension
For what I have done
Johnny Noiπ Feb 2019
Face-to-face black skin
and perfect enormous
love; mothers love,
sadness, green dreams,
screams over blood,
blackouts, black, dark,
dark hair, beds, lilies,
dreams dreamed.

Morning in the morning
Not loud in the morning

and in the afternoon after
no more Cracked necklaces.
The main black blush;
Red Woman's remarkable
statement Tom's pinching
and pugilist Pet's pet Hope
in the mouth Chocolate;
Chocolate Cigarette Shammy

Pop Peru; The best
man For the In February,
mammals were used
for use. 10 nights
at the beach closed
in the open air.

12 stones are used
to create natural
mineral-rich additives.
The ancient Rolodex
of Roosevelt categorized
the secular system,
the Ceramic Stage Serena,
the dead CIA mobile phones,
demons teaching, crying,
and screaming at a new level.

At the new tower, the light
drops the inside of the thunderstorms,
and the funeral bells begin again.
Particularly the skin should
be light and light should be left from the left.

In the dark room,
the moon, blue
and shoes and even
the hottest heat
were replaced
by sound replacements,
speech talk, glass heat
and air. White heart
laughter, eastern sun,
star mother, lots of green,
screaming and wafers,
sorcery, headaches and bread.

These days, stone stones,
death drills, fear, sudden
surgeon, silent, drama, drama,
substitute, replica, replica,
nectar, turtles, song, song,
dragon, asylum seeker, law
enforcement, friend of blue,
sunshine, sunlight, Blood Flow,

Bones, Strands, Medium Fluid
Smile Now remember
the shark's dog; whisper,
cry, rest, cry, It's not surprising
that Cancer is constantly
reminded of the ever-changing
and constantly changing changes,
the real thief rising in the water. . . . . . ,
the breeze that is born every bit,
the old temperatures and other bone bones released.

The white animal flesh of the animal,
the inner carousel for the pure life,
the crystal karsts, why the fall
of the Lord of Glory on their winds
blast in the wind.

It appears to have been light
in Nicaragua, so I have found
these reactions in my own
autobiography, Red Diagram.
Chapter 1: The Amazing
Water Connection; The Most Holy
Rosary Pool, The Example
of Scyvo. The Greatest Practice
of Lemimasis, the US Panel
Buildings is yet to be known.

Revolutions were made
of black ice, fresh and tall.
The forehead of the black
head feels a bit of astonishing
love for mother love.
In the middle of the night,
bright sunny rains and brightly
colored lips lie lighter.
Sleeping in a difficult
environment breathing,
in the air and soft, twisted
back in the afternoon,
a soft thigh and a soft flame.

A drinker is happy to get up
on the pavilion Brazilian Rainbow
Harness and Spring Appreciated
Rainfall Overclocking Sheikh Golf;
Club Last Known Lighting
Not Held Its Improper Storage
Helps Repair It Tom Brown
Low Embracing Worst Dark,
Sun, Kikurovia.

****** In the abdomen
or the farm's mother. His
breathing is forgotten to
extinguish a fire. But
breathing nations breathe
life Into the physically
innate Inner respirations
that have been thoroughly
cleansed of Emotional injuries.

Alarms evil ye'genini design,
mobile design, execution
Redaction intervention; yeši'āyi
officer, wooden warships,
keepers of the ROC Stars
and sudden head, a step
in the forehead, dark skin
is black, and perfect,
and pride in deep love,                                                            ­      mother love,
sadness, green and dreams,
not screaming in the face of blood,                    obscured their faces blocked, blackheads, bright, dark hair,
cot, cot lips buildings covered
in a mere dream to sleep.

In the morning, early
in the morning
by shouting and a great
moan in the afternoon
drowsy. Crack raffle
mainstream black film
has embraced a red woman
choker flatterer Tom marks
***** and tucking *****
***** pets hope hope *****
with sloping nose, wings rosy

Open chocolate Rose
& smoke;       shammeum.
Om pepper to access
the weavers exposure
to very fine man-made
only on exposure to
in mammals in September.

10 suspended in the house
of the eye by night memories
twelve stones, which can
create a natural addition
to creating the forgetfulness
of strings of pleasure. The ROC
ROC Rounds mounted World ritual,

Craft ritual cerium, died blood lying
CIA mobile phones, demons, teaching,
cry, shouting break broke a new step.
Increase In addition, the new tower
Lighter eye nostalgia has lost his arms
in funeral field cone fight start again.

In particular, the skin should be
the light of the fact that the light,
and light for darkness,
out of the left hand. In the case
of a dark room, speech, glass,
hot air, long even after the cold
moon remained until a cry of blue.

White Heart, laughter, laughter,
the East, the sun, the mother
of the stars, the green of many,
crying and saffron, with the mildew,
the blinking, the pain in the head.
These days, Stone Grade death
years nosed out Gold surgery
Carefully tanking silent Dramatic
Drama Body Painting substitute
Mutant Ninja Turtles song sing solo.
Bonafide catatonic doggedness,
nevertheless this stubborn stoic poet writ
afore and another feeble effort courtesy
exhaustive mental effort
he brewed den - brought about divine visit
analogously to solve mystery pinpointing
within suspense unveiling whodunnit.

Whereat your true
plane vanilla author's creativity
admittedly drastically did decline
bawling and crying
caterwauling putting any feline,
to shame, hence abandoned grandiose design,
cuz he suddenly contracted

(think fabricates)... what else
flesh eating bacteria unfavorable sign
finding me body stone cold supine
(courtesy brainstorm that went awry)
inducing purgatory nauseating
sensation to *****,
nope not at all feeling fine,

hence literary dream subsequently mine
ambition tanking (think
kamikaze nose diving
minus parachute life line),
sought spiritual guidance ministered
severe existential nihilist crisis
(an understatement)... zip,

absolute zero, and nein
never to witness, nor
restored vigor and vitality,
(sob... sob... sob) ha how asinine,
hence garden variety germane pine
wood coffin evidenced
resembling somber funereal yahrzeit

(/ˈyärˌtsīt,ˈyôr-/) recollecting late mother
helped beget kith and kin of mine,
than as now buzzfeeding appetites decline
possibly courtesy bloodily splattered
white laboratory coated
donned Victor Frankenstein
mister monster master's

repurposed cadaver delivers kosher eats
fancy feast grubhub groaning
outsize maître d' makes beeline,
nsync with anonymous canine,
corps speedier than any airline,
unbeknownst to yours truly posthumous
fame will inevitably yield moonshine.

Fast forward approximately
twelve hours later recuperated -
aide de camp resolved impasse with
partial writer's block slayed
attempting to continue quasi theme
i.e. avoid typing with fingers delayed,
albeit no matter unconscious

editing automatically peremptorily made
suppressing crude, fiery, ignominious tamed
loathsome offal rot earning F grade
securely unceremoniously waylaid
lurid outburst blandly diluted into staide
yawningly tedious figurative walled barricade,
when lo and behold atavistic beast erupts

fresh sortie attempts peppering enfilade
anew ideally unadulterated, unedited,
unexpurgated material ought be displayed
to allow, enable, and
provide raw emotional blackest shade
to resonate within mind
of unsuspecting reader,

who might take
objection with primitive grade
communication, and blatant
scathing writer somewhat afraid
to air unrefined sentiments
may cost popularity,
uncontested where cadre of

unseen followers thence evade
once popular rising star,
whose emergent fame
(even if only limited edition
to cyberspace) will fade,
yet methinks loosing
stream of consciousness obeyed

fealty on one metrical foot
metaphorically uncorking
deep seated primal angst laid
bare like bleached bones
existential crisis oft times
gussied up to avoid tirade,

whereby woke parlayed
gut wrenching splenetic self degrade
ding soul bearing vile eruption
considerably quieted, stoppered, tamped...
courtesy linkedin, symbiotic maid.
Bonafide catatonic doggedness,
nevertheless this stubborn stoic poet writ
afore and another feeble effort courtesy
exhaustive mental effort
he brewed den - brought about divine visit
analogously to solve mystery pinpointing
within suspense unveiling whodunnit.

Whereat your true
plane vanilla author's creativity
admittedly drastically did decline
bawling and crying
caterwauling putting any feline,
to shame, hence abandoned grandiose design,
cuz he suddenly contracted

(think fabricates)... what else
flesh eating bacteria unfavorable sign
finding me body stone cold supine
(courtesy brainstorm that went awry)
inducing purgatory nauseating
sensation to *****,
nope not at all feeling fine,

hence literary dream subsequently mine
ambition tanking (think
kamikaze nose diving
minus parachute life line),
sought spiritual guidance ministered
severe existential nihilist crisis
(an understatement)... zip,

absolute zero, and nein
never to witness, nor
restored vigor and vitality,
(sob... sob... sob) ha how asinine,
hence garden variety germane pine
wood coffin evidenced
resembling somber funereal yahrzeit

(/ˈyärˌtsīt,ˈyôr-/) recollecting late mother
helped beget kith and kin of mine,
than as now buzzfeeding appetites decline
possibly courtesy bloodily splattered
white laboratory coated
donned Victor Frankenstein
mister monster master's

repurposed cadaver delivers kosher eats
fancy feast grubhub groaning
outsize maître d' makes beeline,
nsync with anonymous canine,
corps speedier than any airline,
unbeknownst to yours truly posthumous
fame will inevitably yield moonshine.

Fast forward approximately
twelve hours later recuperated -
aide de camp resolved impasse with
partial writer's block slayed
attempting to continue quasi theme
i.e. avoid typing with fingers delayed,
albeit no matter unconscious

editing automatically peremptorily made
suppressing crude, fiery, ignominious tamed
loathsome offal rot earning F grade
securely unceremoniously waylaid
lurid outburst blandly diluted into staide
yawningly tedious figurative walled barricade,
when lo and behold atavistic beast erupts

fresh sortie attempts peppering enfilade
anew ideally unadulterated, unedited,
unexpurgated material ought be displayed
to allow, enable, and
provide raw emotional blackest shade
to resonate within mind
of unsuspecting reader,

who might take
objection with primitive grade
communication, and blatant
scathing writer somewhat afraid
to air unrefined sentiments
may cost popularity,
uncontested where cadre of

unseen followers thence evade
once popular rising sallying forth star,
whose emergent fame
(even if only limited edition
to cyberspace) will fade,
yet methinks loosing
stream of consciousness obeyed


fealty on one metrical foot
metaphorically uncorking
deep seated primal angst laid
bare like bleached bones
existential crisis oft times
gussied up to avoid tirade,

whereby woke parlayed
gut wrenching splenetic self degrade
ding soul bearing vile eruption
considerably quieted, stoppered, tamped...
courtesy linkedin, symbiotic maid.
T R S Oct 2019
Squiggly, giggle-painted patterns.

Nature curing writes offs,

licking life off moons of Saturn.

Totally tanking,

Making way

Ruminants in mood.

I learned that I'm handsome if you like
a mud-caked stud.
where did i meet her?
where did i...       meet her?!
i wonder:
as i find christ the historical
not the mythical being
the individual too
and i wonder
upon the death of the Pope in England
like the birth of the Queen in the Vatican
i guess we are tanking
engines and minds
and i was once a child among nomads
of the world
and i am not a citizen
of the world
like a Cosmopolitan Greek said
so some Ancient Greek Philosopher
i am the Nomad of this World
Citizenry comes at a Price...
i can't remember his name
but i was called in the dead
of night
how did i meet her
reading the Dune Saga
watching youtube Polish cinema
trying to fall asleep
i think i meet and met her there
no wait:
i still sell it
as i met her on a poetry
website
but here the lowest low
the Firs Supper
Table
and what upon it?
one candle
and one glass of wine
white
and i was at the last supper when
i tried to talk St Juda(s)
out of it
i was the singular-plural possessive
and the the plural article
there is a third article in English
A- -THE- -S

             the last time i had straight
gin was yesterday and
she loves talking to me
and Martin Luther King Jr
is a train hurdling black hbistory
forgotten
the drown trodden the conspired democracy
of the ordeal gave us
the work-outcasts...
and there is great ordeal in the Lung of London
but this circus of the individual plight
i met her elsewhere
and i knew
who wrote what
i said christianity had to employ the devil
at the table....
whether before the ordeal
or after:
come the Resurrection
the devil was invited
to Lay Judgement upon the Death of Juda(s)
for so many years
that in English my Polish
and my Polish my English...
Glass Glee
Gloss Toss McGuire Irish Pope
we need an Irish Pope
we had a Polish Pope
we had countless Italian Popes
how about from Puerto Picco
aims fat *** at the throne
and says:
i'm an apostle: so i heard
MAtthew the Apostate Apostole...
who wrote the book of the illiterate
or perhaps grafitti artz... fartz...

i think i met her on night shifts
while going on a date with her
in...
Vatican City and Surf the Tides
of the Thames:
***** thoughts of the water...
i implore you:
there is champagne in this water
and some wine
but i think i met her there
on a date to the cinema
i imagine that
if all the Nations under the Banner POPE
and that under banner PRESIDENT
TSAR=PRESIDENT
and DRAGON-ONE-PRESIDENTE!
Al DENTE!
1L Ll 11 ll 1l l1
7 carrots: two gems...

           the :idea: a "form"
came upon a high of conversation
but we need an Irish Pope
and if no Irish Pope will Arrive
we will have to forget history
and the arrival of the Polish Pope
so clingy to his throne
i'm shaking until i will be done...
the first Pope in Retirement
then the Pope DEath-Crusader
south American
and imagine looking at the fueds
of the King of Kings against
their respected kingdoms...
and crowns i still see:
in the gob of the gargoyel govlket
gobldet
goblet
       fire etc. tutti frutti!

                        we need an Irish Pope next
i said to the Irish girl Yvone
and i was like?
you want to poison out the false priesthood
of the false prophet
then take christianity
and think it ANTI...
take the same items and spin the world
against them...
christianity is historical
therefore it is open to universal narration
therefore if i... rock the ******* boat...
i am catching more fish!
imagine the illiteracy of the writers
of the gospels:
no: they were written for them
like the Quran is the best religious text
of Femaleness : familiarness:
death sentences Us from I's...

in the orbit of IOUs... in orbit:
what has been resolved
you
and
me

you and me
what has been resolved
that death took a mirror
and labyrinths were spawned:
but you can take christianity
at your peril
there are still so adamant of the truth
behind it:
i said: it was HAwaii...
so not really America:
more like... Polynesia... i want to live there..,

the mere thought of ***** would
have torn us:
that rash you think might be everyone blushing
i spun the wheel
and came the Catholic Politics
of a Pope that's Queen King and President:
if you think about hierarchies
and the modern world
and you think about Tibet
you think about the Vatican
when you start thinking
about the West, culturally, verbally...
      society's elder...
when Journalism throws you societal scary norms
and in the same newspaper
echochambers
you allow newspapers enough date
and people employed in PRINT
like Whitman journeyman printer
i wonder for blood my ink inked tool?
just think yourself the Anti-Monaco
mind residential of the the Vatican City of the
Celestial Ground Workers Uniform
something or other:
you find yourself in the Vatican democracy:
the Pope just died....
are we having elections?
are we looking for the... BUDDHA...
not that i am competing:
but from the Man-Child antics...
and to which count (0,0)
of (0) negating-negation
the res per se... oculus pro oculus...
the octopus:
i wonder how this theocracy is unlike
the monotheisms of the orient
of the people
you don't know how
Cambridge was founded?
in Ocford
over some bad wine at the tavern
and the murderers of Oxford:
intellectual Luciferean triumphant...
i say that's how Bologne Rolls...
maybe a car... twice a donkey...
there must be
an Irish Pope
just to give this last breath
this last gear
a dying thread...
it needs a last goodbye
it needs a death "our father"
and it needs it political...
like how the President of the United States
St Peter blindly listened...
so maybe some old ***** died
and Charlie was less playdough and more
playwee...
    but all this clarity bust:
and dog just falling asleep counting chickens
clucking
and how many dentists would mind
to change the arithmetic
the Pope is dead and i was almost dreaming
it and when
he ventured into prison, overcrowded...
on a wheelchair
you know the myth of the old elephant
when walking from the herd
and dying alone
and nailed into one...
just the Irish Pope would do after the South American
i think Europe needs an Irish Pope...
it had the Irish American KKK JFKKK
so we now need an Irish Pope
who will be ASSASSINATED
like the POLE ALMOST WAS
when he undermined nCommunism
and i think gave Capitalism a PArasite PRism...
the dark state of the people
living in England as ghosts
the Welsh, the Scots, the Irish...
and what the Hell was
first the Romans
then the Anglo-Saxons
then the Vikings
then the Normans
and then whoever we thought defitting
and perhaps there were some of us
alligned
away from the ruling class
and their paupers and their underclass
and there's me thinking
about living in England
and especially London by demographic
i'm thinking
that i'm living among the Welsh,
the Scots and the Irish
and that Englishness is a playdough
doll of thought
when you have people who cite
their origins with Alrfred's and Rocks in Sword...
because i must be living
on an Island
that's stricking a role Alphabet:
Afghanistan:
i allow the res extensa:
in the mundus-extensio
and the world happens and i enter a stage
of the world-happening
world-happening: dasein imploded...
wiederkehrendereignis...
zufall-passieren
happenstanc­e-happen
and there was talk of the French Pope
whoever is elected Pope
will have to confide with the Anti-Pope
who in my sight of history
and i believe in history
i believe in tomorrow
history dictates so
that the next Pope will have to be
of either IRissh or French Ancestry...
i believe so...
i was ast a football match but
all throughout i was thinking about it
and my wife believes in the belief of christianity
yet i believe in the historical world and time impetus
christianity is:
as something that transcends religion
in that it can be a lived experience
therefore:
the gospels were written by the devil
who asked Thomas to doubt
the devil was still alive licking Thomas' ear
asking for van Gogh St Peter
and what happened to Juda(s)
when the Empires crumbled and dust of a thousand
became a fleck and diadem of sand
in the unit of one...
i was still the tongue
in the ear of Thomas
when you sat at the table
with my glass of wine filled
and a candle
and how stagic a deliberate magical act
did with reality in images
resonance disruptive
like i called them:
the devil's dozen
and if there was a man, 13th:
how could humanity sound so shallow
but if illiterate Muhammad
and unlike Socrates the illiterate
from low society
image Christ not being a friend of the low people
but a friend of the high people
and the trouble was with Translating Socrates
into Christianity:
because that's how it happened
the metaphors of the rich bleed
now that the rich are so numerous and over nothing
because that's how time will
become Auschwitz-Golgotha...
but imagine if in those days
the exceptional people were illiterte fishermen:
literally: and no sophists...
who would not convince people:
oh my day and night so literal now!
imagine...
literally but christianity's images
of sophistry for mortal gains does not
give guidance to thinking
beyond that brief ordeal:
because it can't be translated
how much i want to chew on ****** and bite some ***...
but i protest
reality is less of a hell without
*******
reality is less of a hell without
*******
reality is less of a hell without
*******.
glass May 2024
to falter in stance once lost never lasts bent left enigmatic in an altered trance perhaps yet bought to a felt knot blotted ink tanking in the evening breeze precariously placed at a glance on the brink of gentle yet voracious helplessly encase us to the bone of waking stasis to the core of breaking faces dropped upon a metal plate with ease in case it is abrasive intentionally late and uncontrollably spiraling into hate
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Ryan Aug 2021
"...out onto the concrete apron, where the Credit Card elite are tanking up and stretching their legs and tweezing their undershorts out of the aging waxy folds of their scrota, and I am out there carrying a Shell oil can in both hands like a bladder totem, around the corner, to the toilet..."
(Tom Wolfe) The Electric Acid Kool-Aid Test, pg. 17
Bullet Sep 2020
Tanking in the sea of fear
Pressure keeps building in the unknown
I need to see but the glasses are starting to crack
The water is piling on in
I’m dying from what I really needed
The ship is buried more then six feet

The salt baptizes me
I come out into a puddle
The worry in the shallow then follows
Hopefully a time is known to link to a start of a new star
Different days have new eyes laying, looking for any type of gray
They see a baby born into a new man
Drawing him in whatever kind of melee

But this baby boy dives into everything
The art and the color schemes he sees blew
Details are now seen even laying in the deep end
The pressure is building all around him
He might slip and crack everyone up
Heads are turning all around him
He finally sees red instead of the deep blues
Ignoring while criticizing, the jury lives all around him
Sun ignores the moon from my viewpoint
Has I light up my way, faces still blew me off the board

All while I’m playing yin yang with a soul
I see her eyes, I melt as if I’m in a super nova
A star has found its way into my universe
But the balance doesn’t carry a stance between them
All while these colors paint a little too vivid
These lines keep drawing me
I have to wait till never is happening
I spill the change I’m looking for
Picking pieces of me up to feel great

Paint My Mind
#change #water #color #pieces #change #fear #pressure
let's begin by saying
if you wanna be a hip patient on this unit
you need to have covid AND the flu

i'm extubating a 30-year-old
who'd been complaining the week before
that his life was going nowhere
and he wanted his mom to do his taxes
the discussion culminated with his brothers
shooting him multiple times
all in front of a 5-year-old

i spend the hour before lunch
squeezing a 400 pound fella into a CT scanner
his oxygen level tanking to scary low numbers
he's not a fan of laying flat

after lunch i pull the plug on a guy who
when confronted by police serving a warrant
for ****** and child ****
took out a gun to **** himself
the gun misfired and when he brought it down
the cops felt inspired to help him out
by serving him a buffet of lead

when the addled car accident victim asks for his wife
we explain that she died in the accident
he weeps
half an hour later he asks for his wife
we explain that she died in the accident
"oh i know"
half an hour later he asks for his wife

when i start the shift
a patient is reported to me
as mildly demented but pleasant
"sounds like me," i say
Infamous one Apr 2020
A25
Played the game
Wasn't wanted on one team
They gave up a player
Who never got a chance
Then joined another team
That was welcoming and embraced
Finally he played that rival team
With his team they dominated
After so much doubt and rejection
The score felt settled brought balance
Use to take rejection pent up
All the frustration would implode
Took it moved on now it's better to speak up
Prove them wrong for once
Over all the talking others looking down
Many lies trying to tarnish self image
Felt good to take a stand with support
Use to tanking on the number
Learned it's best to walk away

— The End —