"terrorise" poems
There is a young lady called Anna. She is a loner. She lives alone with her two cats. They are her world. I am a cat lover myself and have 2 little cuties in my nest. But these cats are just plain feral. They terrorise the other cats in the neighbourhood and **** in all the neighbours’ garden.
She works Monday to Friday for a recruitment company. She leaves her flat in a purple Mazda convertible which is renowned for being a Hairdresser’s (AKA dumb **** car. Every day she leaves at 7.30am on the dot and every day she arrives home at 7.15pm on the dot.
Once at home she turns on her TV cinema system (sub), just to watch the TV.
*****
At the weekend she also leaves her stinking putrid ******* bags out in the communal hallway.
*****
She ignores her neighbour’s knocking on her door. She ignores the notes that they put through her letterbox.
*****
So as Anna was not willing to speak to her neighbours directly. They had no other way to turn apart from to report her to Environmental Health for playing her TV cinema system (sub) too loudly and also for the disgusting ******* that she regularly leaves out in the communal hallway.
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In which she returns the compliment by reporting them (said neighbours) to the Environmental Health for:
1) Shouting at each other,
2) Talking too loudly,
3) Banging kitchen utensils on the floor when she is in her kitchen
How deluded is this *****
At the same time that her neighbours reported Anna to the Environmental Health they also spoke to the Community Support Officer. They advised them to contact the Mediators in their local area. Which of course they did. The Mediators arranged to visit one evening. Unbeknownst to them they parked in Anna’s allocated parking space. Once they had finished with her neighbours, the Mediators returned to their car. Just as they were about to reverse their car, Anna arrived home in her Mazda convertible and blocked them in.
*****
When she got out of the Mazda convertible, with attitude I might add, she asked the Mediators who they were. They then introduced themselves. Once she knew who they were, she invited them into her flat to hear her side on the story.
YES I AM HER ******* NEIGHBOUR AND YES I AM STILL WAITING TO HEAR BACK FROM THE MEDIATORS……
Jan 30, 2010
Jan 30, 2010 at 11:21 PM UTC
Assalamu alaikum, may peace be upon you!
I'm Islam,
The religion of peace & ease
Islam is not hatred or adversity
or a course in the university
Hold on a minute,
I'm sure you are familiar with me,
Oh yes you're,
You see me everyday in the news,
Been accused of things I didn't do,
Are you amused or transfixed
Cause I'm been abused?
Lol let me break it down for you,
Like my brother kadir rightly said,
In his last poem,I'm not a terrorist,
They say,
I have become a threat to the west to the world in wide,
I have been black listed,
Among the list of the rest to the west,
You know,
It sounds so funny when I'm been addressed as a terror,
Some even go far calling me an error,
They say i terrorise & create tension
that's not my intention,
I don't give out such instructions,
I have obligated you to fast & pray,
& not discriminate,
I have obligated you not to hate & lower your gaze,
For lustful eyes crystallize Into habit & habit solidifies into circumstance,
I tell you not to use harmful substance,
For the pain won't subside,
it will only lead to suicide,
I tell you to respect others religion,
and play with your wife during your leisure,
I tell you to be kind to others & never raise your hand on a woman,
I mean if I tell you that,
Why would you raise your hand on a human,
I have given you a holy book of truth,
Sent from up above your roof,
Yet you go from root to root searching for truth & then you end up been used,
I tell you not you **** unjustly,
You may call me a saint,
Yes I'm,
Cause i've been sent by the creator to the creations,
I'm not a preacher nor a teacher,
But I'm here to preach to those who are wretched & rich,
My message to humanity is that vanity,
creates insanity,
So to those who are sensitive,
Take up the responsibility to defend my name ,
In time of shame,
Some i permit ,some i do not,
For you will have a shade in hereafter.
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 3:51 PM UTC
A vicious dog came prowling in to bite and terrorise
feasting on the beautiful, creative and the wise
Chewing their creations and their principles to dust
Leaving all their brilliance to crumble, fade and rust
A snarling, grinding horror issued from its ****** jaws
the sound rolled all around me like a wave of black applause
I gathered my defences and prepared to go down well
My work would be my armour to defeat this hound of hell
My courage at the sticking point, my words in serried ranks
my songs and poems all arranged like waiting Sherman tanks
As those who had inspired me were cast down in their prime
I knew the beast was coming, it was nearly closing time
But just as I prepared myself to triumph or to die
The wretched creature shook itself and passed me right on by
It glanced just once behind it with a look that seemed to say,
"You poor, deluded fool - I didn't want you anyway!"
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 9:33 AM UTC
I can't breath, I can't breath!!!
But because I'm big and black they continued to terrorise me
Choking me until I seized to gasp for my final breathe
Now I'm dead
Looking down from the heavens wondering how could this be
How could this be?
So let me get this straight
I died for so called selling illegally
And you would think it was at least **** I was selling
I was selling the american dream of creating
Creating a profit..
To take care of my family
Then they shot me
And I couldn't stop it
I saw death as clear as the time
What is this
And if that's not a crime
Then what is...
I told him I had a gun
Even asked him if I could get my license from my pocket
He said sure why not
But as I proceeded to reach for my pocket he shot me anyways
Now I'm dead
Looking down from the heavens wondering what did I do
What did I do?
Why am I looking at myself stained red
I got pulled over for a taillight but ended up satisfying someone's bloodlust
There wasn't even a fuss
But look at me now
Dead six feet under
And if that's not a crime
Then what is...
Can't you see
They're picking us off one by one
Getting off scott free by saying they feared for their lives
What about our lives
Shouldn't we be the ones panicking behinds our guns
We can't even take a jog down the street without being accused of something
Don't we have rights
Last time I checked we're human too
Not animals who deserves to be stuffed in cages
And poked with sticks like they did back in the ages
So how do we evade this
Better yet...
How are we supposed to survive this
Black lives matter
How many times do we have to say this
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 11:35 AM UTC
There was a story hanging there
from the edge of my bed
but its teller I didn't want to know
so the story went unsaid
I thought I could ignor you hanging there
leave you to gently be
but after days you're still there
I'll admit you terrorise me
You crawl in through my eyelids
to my otherwise peaceful dreams
you mock me as your silence
seems to amplify my screams
and they keep on getting louder
because I keep them locked inside
and so they rage right through me
until everything I once was has died
They ***** my dignity
disemboweled my calm
tortured vociferously
my very entity
after knawing through the logical side of my brain
so that the only part remaining
is the part that is insane
Now as I swing from side to side
from the rope you've spun for me
I see you joyously scurry by
maybe we're both now finally free
And from my perch in heaven
If I ever look back down
I look at you and reflect that
I'd have done it differently second time round
I'd definetly heard you're story
I'd have given it a chance
maybe we could have been great friends
and we could sing and laugh and dance
There's plenty of your kind in heaven
and they're all great dancers too
I regret I didn't know you before
but now I look forward to meeting you
Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 6:54 AM UTC
Many have walked the path of life only to be cut down violently. I can hear the voices of the dead whispering their last words. A trace of their souls forever stationary in time. Can you walk past a graveyard of white crosses protecting those who fought for freedom. When you do do your eyes remain level and thank whoever it is that you pray to that such men lived. We should not be thankful that such men died for freedom but rather we should be grateful that such men lived. Or when you walk past that graveyard do your eyes blur as if you see right past the lost selfishly thinking better them than yourself. I say let the voices of the dead ring into the stillness of the night and awaken every living person. Let the voices chastise and haunt the living. Let the living know that we are still here and we must act. We can no longer sit back as if the world does not concern us. As if the spread of disease and death across the African continent is someone else's problem. As if the slaughter in Cambodia and Vietnam are but the problems of tribal people. Or the slave trade which runs rampant in South America along with the disease of man into madness of drugs. Or the constant gang warfare which spreads in our own nation. Are these gangs any different then the very terrorist which we fight in the middle east. They **** and terrorise in the hopes of personal glory and living a lustful selfish life. Let us put an end to the ******** and apathy which reside in the so called European Union. Which cares nothing of the problems of the world, which vetos every vote to make the world a little safer. Or the starvation of the North Koreans under the madness of the tyrannt. The oppression of so many people in the middle east by by the hands of their masters. Treating their women as mear slaves to which to repopulate the country, tools of breeding. Using their children as instruments of warfare. Is that what we fight for. Is that what the dead whisper, or rather are the dead tired of the living **** Listen closely and you will hear the dead speaking into the realm of time and history.
Nov 25, 2010
Nov 25, 2010 at 5:03 PM UTC
There is a void in me that silently shouts hello at people who claim to be in my life
It screeches at those who have hurt me but they don’t really care
It surrenders to all that was promised to me but never delivered
It contemplates freedom or silence as it is indecisive about whether it should speak out or not
It is enslaved by anger and fed by pain
This void forces itself to sleep but anxiety wakes it up with vigour each and every single time
This void reaches out to my heart but that felon turned a blind eye
My brain trades places with my soul and orders my vessels to stop trying to be the good guys
They try to fight but my brain wreaks with anger and orders silence upon them
Blades of hurt beg for redemption but this void hears nothing
Drops of internal tears touch the void’s senses but it has grown too strong for anything to change it
It has taken control over everything and my brain being the sergeant leads this void
They march together to destroy all that is worth life within me
All that is beautiful turns into grey dry petals dried up by savage terrorists
These terrorists call themselves agony and torment
They terrorise my emotions and cast discomfort upon them
They try to escape through my skin pores but chains and shackles were whipped and girdled around them
They cried for help but this void silenced them with a lash of frustration
This void cut me deep and built its own palace in my soul and spirit
Everything else was executed and my body failed to adjust to the new system hence breathe became less and less
I found myself lying on a floor full of pictures
Pictures of my childhood and family
I gazed upon them and sorrowful tears ran down my cheeks
I am donned with a void that took my life from me
Bygone I am
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
Day turns to night, crowds on the road,
Bonfires ignite, bangers explode.
Fireworks fly high, burst in the air
Dogs bark and cry, smoke everywhere.
Chinese lanterns float way on high
Flicker and burn, light up the sky.
Candle-lit pumpkins that terrorise
With wicked grins and evil eyes.
Cobwebs, spiders, vampires and bats
Ghosts and monsters, witches black cats,
Skeletons skulls, crosses, tomb stones
Look wonderful haunting most homes.
Children galore take to the street
Knock on each door, play trick or treat
Costumes vary, monsters and such
Some quite scary, some not so much
Bags big and small, buckets or tins,
Carried by all to keep treats in.
Getting goodies at every door,
Bars and lollies and so much more;
Monkey nuts, gum, fruit and sweets too
Money from some, a coin or two.
Kids excited, loving it all,
Each delighted with their own haul.
Halloween treats like colcannon,
Barmbracks with a ring in each one,
Traditional games for everyone,
Snap apple great Halloween fun.
Scary stories of days gone by,
Horror movies to terrify,
Howls and screams, nervous laughter,
Many bad dreams for weeks after.
There is no other night like Halloween,
People more frightened than they've ever been.
A great occasion for young and old,
Cannot wait for the next one, truth be told.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 11:28 AM UTC
i’m not getting teased, cause i’m a hooligan
you see i remember getting teased by all the families
and it drove me pretty mad, i hated it,
and the only way to rid this evil teasing
is to be evilly myself, by saying, you are still
a family person and i am a hooligan
and if you don’t stop teasing me, i will slit your throat
you see you are a loser, a total and utter loser
i told them, i will come and grab you, and grab the other teasing young dudes
and then i say, i will say, i am a hooligan and you are a family person
my mate and i are planning to grab you
and throw you in the bin, and i will go ha ha ha ha
you have been trapped by us hooligans
you are going to suffer for teasing me, cool boy
i am going to show you, if you tease me, i will **** you
and get rid of your corpse, in the sea
make your body all itchy, and us hooligans
will tie you teasing boys up and i will say ha ha ha
you see you will never escape from me, ever
you say i am shy, but if you keep calling me shy, i will come
and tie you up and say i am a hooligan and i will **** you, right now
and then i will sit down and play cool for you, because you are a family person
and i am a hooligan and i will **** you and play cool for you and every family person on earth
and when any teaser teases me i will go ha ha ha and lay a knife right to their head
you see i will **** the guy who nicked my lunch because he treated me like a queer different person
and as soon as i met my mate, i kept myself hidden with the hooligans ready to pune on him
saying,you are going to die, you are going to die, because i am a hooligan and you are a family person
and you are getting played cool for, with your crazy trying to be a young dude
and i will sit there saying ha ha ha, you family people are going to be a part of my little gang
where i will play cool for you and terrorise you
you see you will never escape from me, you cool boy, you will n ever escape from me anymore cool boy
i will throw cricket stumps on you and you will be scared of me, you little cool boy
i will go out and have some fun, putting you cool boys into the lockup and i will feed you dead rats and spiders
and if the spider bites your inners, i will yell ha ha ha ha saying i am the hooligan, keeping the family people under wraps
and i will attempt to **** you all if you don’t fucken leave me alone, ********
you see i am getting sick of you, teasing me, and every time i touch you you go crazy
but i expect that from a family person such as yourself
i will **** you, i will **** you i will **** you, you will be dead from us, forever
and in 3 weeks all the family people are dead and us hooligans are playing cool for future family people
to make sure the cool boys who tease don’t exist anymore
i said, i am not getting teased, i am a hooligan
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
Rule number 1: There are no rules.
Are no schools
To this life thing
No wrong thing, no right thing
Only decisions and choices
Which amplify our inner voices
Paint pictures like pablo
Are you a sinner or a saint?
Are you bold or are you faint
Like the lines I use to write these rhymes
Etched with such force they will never fade
Aesthetically brilliant like the everglades
Rule number 2: Why are you still reading?
Did you not see
There are no rules
Are no schools to this life thing
Do you not understand?
You can do what you want.
Do good or do bad,
Make another happy, make another sad
You can hug, harm, help, ****
It's always your choice
Some hesitate, many think twice
Some are reckless, some fear consequences,
Repercussions which can will haunt and terrorise you for the rest of your life
A life shrouded in regret
That you did not get
Rule number 3: What is your problem?
Did you not see
There are no rules
Are no schools to this life thing
Your life is yours to lead
Yet I give you great advice
Which you don't heed
And live a life, gasping for air
Desperate for grip
Gripping at the ledge of the window of the good life
Angling for a glimpse of the other side
Forever wandering, always wanting more
Yet you could be satisfied
Happy, joyous or content
Or a be lost without cause
And the choice is simple
The choice is yours
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 7:42 PM UTC
god is the devil and the devil is bob
god is the devil and the devil is bob
god is the devil and the devil is bob
GOD THE DEVIL AND MY MATE BOB
today, bob delahunty, was befriended by an muslim terrorist, who is planning to place bombs
in every rich place of business, you see, he uses religious powers, to force people to close up
plant the bomb and the next day, with everyone in it, the building blows up, not everyone dies
but there were a lot of casualties, including the president who was there, for a press release
you see the building was FOX NEWS, and the terrorist said, he is ******* up the country with
his right wing crap, and bob went up to him and said, you are in the wrong here, fella
and the terrorist went away saying
god is the devil and the devil is bob
god is the devil and the devil is bob
god is the devil and the devil is bob
GOD THE DEVIL AND THE AKLIMIGHTY BOB
the next problem was the assassination of the lord mayor jim ryde, who really ****** this terrorist off
a lot, but the only way to stop jim, is to get inside, his car, and plant a powerful bomb, to rip jim ryde’s head
right off, and then, at 4.30 pm on the way to parliament house, the car blew up but jim got out alive
which made this terrorist mad and walked around saying
god is the devil, we must **** jim ryde,
god is the devil, we must **** jim ryde
god is the devil, we must **** jim ryde
because that is what i wanna do, oh yeah
so the terrorist organised a time to terrorise jim ryde’s favourite coffee spot, making sure he is aware
that jim was inside, and he hired three hit men to terrorise the coffee shop and they will take as long
as it takes, to **** the lord mayor, and the hit men broke the rules of what the terrorist wanted, but took
a risk, and the terrorist was outside, not happy, but made the stabbing right in the chest, he was dead in minutes
and the police fired shots at the terrorist who was named abduland the hit men, and killed them within minutes, and the police sang
i killed the devil cause the devil is abdul
i killed the devil cause the devil is abdul
i killed the devil cause the devil is abdul
the devil is the great abdul
god is the devil and the devil is abdul
god is the devil and the devil is abdul
god is the devil and the devil is abdult
THE DEVIL IS YOUR EVILSIDE, AND THAT IS THAT
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 6:19 AM UTC
One cannot fathom the true demise, unless they walk the path with swollen eyes.
No one wants to be sad, but what could be done if the world cast them aside.
One has to give in to his mind, for the thoughts that leak continue to terrorise.
Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 1:42 AM UTC
RUSSIA HAS A TERROR ATTACK
PUTIN FEELS THE STING
INNOCENT PEOPLES LIVES ARE LOST
MAYHEM IT DOSE BRING
NO COUNTRY IS IMMUNE
TO THE TERRORISTS GLOBAL REACH
WE MUST DEFEAT ISIS
PEACE WE MUST TEACH
THE TERRORISTS HAVE NO COMPASSION
FOR THE BEAUTY OF HUMAN LIFE
ALL THEY DO IS TERRORISE US ALL
AND CAUSE HEART ACHE AND STRIFE
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 6:17 PM UTC
It's a terrorist attack
‘ISIS!’
That is what they scream
Stabbing innocent people while the sirens start to gleam.
‘Attack! Attack! Get inside if you want to stay alive!’
Terrorists, terrorising children with their bombs,
Enticing other children to join them in their wrong.
Radicalisation, distorting minds through faith,
Ripping though freedom with their hate.
Officers fight back bravely,
Running though streets that you use to walk through safely.
Indiscriminate ******
Too much bare.
‘Attack! Attack! They have knives!’
Try to run and hide.
Try to get inside.
Another bunch of terrorists have arrived to terrorise.
Cowards in vans and vests.
Killers, no more no less.
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 7:18 AM UTC
reverend, hold on to yours heathers
pay homage in…
cold handshakes, several different when
shades weigh the same together
pretty present in existence
since sense began…
priests dressed in electric black shells
figurine sand to ocean bell sickness
pushing gapes
pulling weight
praise and break
point and gaze
motormouth mona and water without europa
wont causeway why…
mind, body, soul and soda
your holy holes in water cry souls and cola
jade green ***** curdled in cloth
terrorise terracotta blue…
his scissor cynicism floating down deep
too far in thoughts honed in drunken sleep
rotten down faith
mustard and grapes
horses in hays
the churchbell face
sipped tears in a moody blues foot
heavens name
boredom, chair tippin’ lemon gums loose
sevens straight
one is day
horned rims and your empty plates
passing on passing on passing on shoes
passed out passion with the stuff you use
no collide no collide no sliding streams
wont bother anyone but simply confuse
kholum bala froze dog brush minds
chrome collars punching trees and diamond vines
woke up at your stomach and started to sink
doesnt it look like someones had too much to think
man/woman, father/mother, sister/brother
simply cut curtains at every corner, hastily turn
to your side and roll onto the edge of your forwardness
diagonally push a fist backward from a snowy pitch
roll ten thousand times in a smooth fabric yaw
and **** down the barrel of my jaw
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC
I paid her a visit this morning. And she appeared cringed and curled in her dried tears.
How strong are the fears, a continuous replay of the terror can not bring closure.
She looks at me and envies what she sees, longs to have the joy that my heart beams.
How can someone have been soooooo lost, so gone into the frost...of self-despair and minor depression.
Never easing tension, that re-appears when the flood of memories take center action.
She appears unaware of my visit. Her little imagination, ruined and distorted seemed to be detached from her own self-created reality.
Maybe paying her a visit was not a good idea.
Perhaps seeing her scars...some healing pretty well, was not too great of an idea.
What else was I hoping to find in the life of a ****** battered and lost in the moment of fake love and imaginary fun.
Her friend once told me that during her darkest times, she buried herself in her journals.
I could believe that. No matter how hard, that is where her heart remained.
I paid her visit this morning. And found she no longer existed.
Her torn dress lay bare on the ***** floor and her shoes where not in sight, traces of her dull scent was no-longer lingering in the imprisoned mind.
She had fled. Left this prison for something more meaningful. She has ruled out rehearsing and cursing a past she can never change.
This morning, I paid Thandi a visit. The old me has turned into a vapor, lost in the ever blowing wind of humanity.
Her memory wall is smeared and ruined, blurred by the many encounters she endured.
This morning, during my visit I realised that that Thandi does not exist. She was once a loser lost in the wilderness.
For two or so years she was building the house that will eventually collapse on her.
For the longest time, she had never held a mirror to her face or even to her soul.
She had never known a real laugh, nor felt real emotions.
For all those days, she drowned and drowned and drowned until there was nothing to drown her. Instead her end killed her.
This morning I soared with the creatures of the air as I released that Thandi is no-more.
No-more around to taunt, terrorise and belittle me.
Torture, lie and even destroy me.
I paid a visit to an image of who I was, where I was and what I had become....and now, it nourishes me to know I am free.
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 4:38 AM UTC
I try to keep my breathe steady
The gun is in my hand, I'm ready
If you knew
All the things you say, what they do
It's quite hard to believe,
But I'm a person too....
If I cut myself, would you stare?
Or do I have to be dead before you even care?
If you heard my silence, would you finally hear me?
Would you finally see the way you terrorise me?
All the scars show my tears.
But your name brings back all my fears
All the memories of tests and drugs.
All the emotionless hugs.
All the good times that we once shared.
All this time I thought you cared.
All the tears we shed together
You always said we'd be friends forever
All the ways you betrayed me.
Just for the sake of "popularity"
If you really knew all the things I do to hide the pain
I think your words would change
When you say that the world would be better off without me, do you mean you too?
Or is that just what people do?
Would you miss me or do you really just want to never have me to see?
I'm done pretending to not feel alone.
Let me throw you a bone.
I'm broken, bent, scarred.
Nicknamed ugly, stupid, lard.
I needed a friend.
But you left me in the end.
And if you're seriously dumb enough to think I deserve this..
Here's a little common sense
As much as you deny it,
We're the same...
And I'm not to blame.
I'm human too.
I have talents and beauties and stars
I have bruises, edges, and scars.
I have family and feelings.. And friends out there somewhere!
And last of all,
My world does NOT revolve around you.
You haven't won this battle
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC
"More ropes! Swiftly now,
more ropes! With all that we hold
we must restrain it!" cries the mind.
Such a mighty roar,
tho' t'were a beast from hell,
yet so such beast was present.
"Ah, yes, No such liberty for thee,
restrained, confined to the labyrinth
of stock and stone for this lifetime."
whispered unto its enraged ears,
countless other taunts cast from figures
afar, but this youthful figure nearby,
taunts fresh into its ears.
What foul creature could be so horrid?
Surely a beast of such sheer evil nature,
death, destruction and villainy,
that doth terrorise the world so very much.
Listen! there's its thump and thud,
its horrendous screech,
the chorus of the deep.
Ay, tis not of kind appearance,
not to me in the slightest,
instead, throw flame and ember,
deep into its chambers,
and pray to the heavens,
that some miracle may be
bequeathed unto such a foe,
and looks of horror, and foul appearance,
might be converted to the sleek and slender
restraints of the minds will.
Ay, this is the heart,
a foul and horrid creature,
the bringer of pain, the bestower
of a smouldering soul.
Let it not loose,
lest it happens again.
Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 11:14 PM UTC
Terrorise me
Launch a full scale assault.
Ambush.
Bombard.
Inundate.
A sea of dead bodies, corpses, and cadavers.
Blood, liquid crimson, death rattle red, morbid maroon, malicious magenta.
Raise your weapons.
Launch your assault now.
Bayonet, rifle, machete, smokescreen.
****** shoot.
Assymetrical warfare,
you have the power.
Sedate the masses with
The ***** of today.
The effects are the same.
Subtle, yet different.
Cheaper, efficient.
Greymarket legality.
Keep pushing drugs in.
We're just pawns in war.
So soldiers come.
Pillage, and ****
pillage and ****
Passing chips, watch tv.
Watch TV.
Distract yourself.
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 12:32 PM UTC
Screaming into the ether,
That’s all I have left.
I cannot be ungrateful,
For the opportunity that is dangling in front of me,
As it has been
For what feels like an eternity.
Time has stopped.
I cannot move forward.
I cannot take new paths.
I cannot build my future.
I am trapped in this bubble of waiting
And I can feel myself aging
As the world around me spins on.
I am hurting.
My darkness rearing its head
For another attempt
On my battle scarred soul.
I am not strong enough,
Not as I stand.
I have spent so much energy
On merely surviving,
And the ongoing torment
Of all the unknowns are weighing,
Far heavier, than I could have anticipated.
I am pained,
But the guilt I feel
By that little voice in my head,
That likes to tell me how good I have it
How fortunate I am,
How selfish and ridiculous I am being.
So I want to hide away
Pretend I’m fine,
I have no right to feel pained,
To feel broken down,
To cry.
I have no right to be hurting,
To feel like I have nowhere to go,
No right to be afraid,
That I’m moments away from becoming
Completely undone.
My illnesses taunt me,
And terrorise me,
So I’m lost and afraid.
I don’t have the words
To express the depth of this
Which scares me the most
As they are my only defence.
My walls are crumbling
The enemy has breached the gate
I’m trying to run
I fear its too late.
I am lost.
Jan 11, 2022
Jan 11, 2022 at 10:21 AM UTC
hammer click
whip crack
cordite burn
God
the power to take
or spare life
in the palm of a hand
lay down the law
terrorise
oppress
destroy
no returns
no time to apologise
a decision made in haste
regretted for life
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 2:32 PM UTC
some will talk of peace
then go home
and terrorise their neighbour
or their own family
their spouse
their children
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 3:55 PM UTC
I Believe That Thought ...
Should Be Used For MORE ... !!!
Than Being ...
USED To ... ENFORCE ... !!!!!
FOOLISH Acts of War ....
I Import MORE Thoughts ...
Than SEAS Do Shores ... !!!!!!!!!
Because Thoughts ...
... I've Explored ...
Have Ensured I've Walked
A Path That ... ABORTS ...
Being Drawn To ... Pitfalls ... !!!!!
So OF COURSE ...
I Walk .... TALL .....
And REJECT Being Caught ...
Like The Saying Says ...
... SHORT ...
I'd Rather Go LONG ... !!!!!
Where Thinking BELONGS ...
In A World Where ... KONG ...
IS The One Who ... Lives Long ... !!!
Because He ... Outthinks ...
IGNORANCE That Links ...
Thought Waves To ...
......... "shrink" .......... ?
Instead of Thinking ...
.......... BIG ........... !!!
Like ... IGNORANT Racists ...
Who Choose To RESIST ...
Thoughts That Enlist ...
Embracing Things ...
Like ...
Different Skins ... !!!!
When What Lies WITHIN ...
Should ... SUPERSEDE This ... !!!!!
Such Thinking Links ...
Itself To ... TERRORISTS ... !!!
As Do GOVERNMENTS ...
Whose Thoughts Defend ...
DIVISIVE Trends ...
Time and AGAIN ... !!!!!
When Will Such Thoughts ...
Come To ... An END ... ???
So Much ... “PRETENCE” ...
And LIES That ... Lend ...
Themselves To ... LIARS ...
That Then ...
Cause ... FIRES ... !!!!
Where ...
Towers BURN DOWN ...
In ... London Town ... !!!!!
And The US ... TOO ... !!!!!!
Where Thoughts Get ...
.... " Confused " .... ????
So ...
Then Cause ... ABUSE ... !!!
Where Thought Is LOST ...
To ... MORE Than Bombs ... !!!!
Gunshots From Cops ...
NOT SEEN As ... Wrong ... ?!!!?
Or ........
A Form of ... ERROR ...
That DO Cause TERROR ... !!!!!
Take A Sec and THINK ...........................................................
Aren't These Things Linked ... ???
Most Would Say NOT ...
Cos' Their Thoughts Are ...
.......... “LOCKED” ......... !!!
WITHOUT ... Sherlock ...
To Unravel ... P LO T S .... !!!!!!
That ... As I've Said ....
DESTROY ... TOWER BLOCKS ... !!!
And .....
Peoples Lives ... !!!!!
Does That Seem Right ... ?
Thought Waves That Ride ...
To INCREASE The PRICE ...
of Land That's Now PRIZED ...
By The ... “ Gentrified “ .... ?!?
DON'T Even ... TRY ... !!!!!!!
To Say That .... I ....
Am The ... “ Type of Guy “ ...
Whose Thoughts ....
.... TERRORISE .... !?!?!
I Think You'll Find ...
That I Just Write Rhymes ...
That ... RECOGNISE ...
That Thinking DIES ...
When The Media ... LIES ...
About ... Loss of Life ...
And The Reasons WHY ...
Smoke FILLS UP Skies ... ?!?
While Firefighters ... FIGHT ...
But ... In The END CRY ..... !!!!!!!
Because They Couldn't Save ...
Children Who ... DIED ... !!!
Long Before THEY ...
Got To ... LIVE Their Lives ... !!!
Like ...
Government Guys ...
Whose Thoughts ... DENY ....
Doing ...
What's RIGHT ... !!!!!
The UK Should Be ASHAMED ...
That Names Like ... “ May “ ...
Are Those Whose Thoughts ...
Nowadays .... DICTATE .... !!!!!
As I Said BEFORE ...
ENOUGH With Their TALK ...
That KEEPS ... Building Forts ...
To Fight ... Terrorist Wars ...
On .... Foreign Shores ...
When They ...
Should Think MORE ...
About ... Making SURE ... !!!
That Things In Zones ...
That They Call ... " HOME " ...
Are ... “ SAFE and SOUND “ ...
And DON'T Burn Down ... !!!!!
They Need To Export ...
LESS IGNORANT Talk ... !!! ...
That KEEPS ...
Fuelling WARS ..... !!!!
And Should Maybe ...
... Import ... ???
Thinking That ENSURES...
BETTER Lives For US ALL .... !!!!
But ...
That Can Only Come ...
From ...
HIGHER LEVELS ... of ...
........ " Thought " .........
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Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 10:26 PM UTC
At the end of this day
Two children no longer have a mother
A husband no longer has a wife
She was gunned down
Swept away by the fury
Of a political argument
I think of her children
Tucked up in their beds
Stunned at the madness
Of the adult world
Silent on this night
Young people
Do not despair
Do not lose hope
The tragic frailty
Of your forefathers
Need not be your destiny
This society is yours to change
Choose another way
Pave your path with dignity and empathy
And never join the ranks
Of a violent few
One day
Guns will only line
The cases of museums
No longer will they terrorise
The citizens of the world
One day humans will live as one people
And children will no longer mourn their lost mothers
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 6:33 PM UTC