"terrorising" poems
Look at all these wannabe gangsters
Terrorising our streets
That one's wearing camouflage trousers
Just wait till you hear him speak
'Dems bear skills mate'
'Can you lend me fifty bar?'
He sounds like he's from Los Angeles
Doing time in the yard
But he's not
He still lives at home with his mum
And his pregnant girlfriend
And he's under the thumb
You see them outside Tesco
But they're not shopping for pesto
Let's go
They've seen the old bill
He's known around this town
For selling dodgy pills
Guns, knives and slang
That's what you need
If you wanna be in their gang
No education
Just a stolen Playstation
And don't forget the ****
Even on a school night
They're out doing speed
You'll see 'em in the park
With a bottle of cider
Then they'll start
On a poor old-timer
Tracky bottoms
And a Burberry hat
Chav fashion
Cause they think they're all that
But the funny thing is
They don't have a clue
They don't think like
Me or you
They think that they're rap stars
Dreaming of fast cars
But they're just wankers
More like 'wannabe gangsters'
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 2:38 PM UTC
Extremism, He taught them.
Extreme belief in the book of Satanic Verses.
Polygamy, He taught them.
Polyandry he dared not teach them ever.
Terrorism, He taught them.
Terrorising he needed not teach them ever.
Ill Will, He taught them.
Utter hatred for the non-believer forever.
Paedophilia, He taught them.
Old men marrying & ****** children forever.
Paradoxes, He taught them.
Cleaning ***** feet with hands before the prayer.
Hatred, He taught them.
Why else are his teachings a copy of threats?
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 2:29 AM UTC
hypnotising
mesmerising
demonising
terrorising
television is devising
ways and means for
lobotomising
globalising
mesmerising
summarising
victimising
mass media is advising
ways and means for
supervising
ostracising
privatising
eulogising
brutalising
government is advising
ways and means for
destabilising
© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2016
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 6:13 PM UTC
Im not so religious but I came across a scripture from the bible of God that reads like this…
Romans 8:18
For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us.
Just few minutes later I saw a documentary about gangs in South Africa Cape Flats…
Bad hey demoralised community…
They were forced by the push and pull factors of life..
They classify themselves as third people in South Africa…
The leader of the most notorius gang “The American”
Believes in God….
Shocking I know…
To have a gun is a norm to them…
Kids dream to be the best gang LeaDer…
Their suffering only brought misunderstanding not freedom..
They made it worse by terrorising each other…
They are supposed to be inbetween since they are an origin breed of African and European mix…
They utter words that I. The apartheid regime they were the 3rd people…
Freedom days they are still the 3rd people…
One of a gang member who used to have unclear dreams of going to the sea and see the world “Funny enough the see is not far but he failed to purseu his dreams” any way he utter words like “Black people are rich now, white people are stil rich and colored are in jail…”
The Dude is outside but stil blaming it on the next person…
Laziness is a serious sickness….
My fellow sister out the don’t give up on dreams if you don’t get a rich husband…
My brothers its not your fault that you were born poor…
Privilege is not always given to the majority…
I’m an African in South Africa but white people always gets privilege of high employement opportunities…
Only because they are still dominant as executives…
We do have Africans at the high posts, but hey most are just the acting face for public sake….
I may have problems but I don’t let them overcome me, for I know I have greater things that the lords have spared me to harvest for I my self have being given the permission by God Him self to live his way or my way….
The best gift of them all life for free from God…
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 3:03 AM UTC
We march.
Steps creating a steady rhythm.
Left. Right. Left. Right.
A rhythm which will haunt me until my deathbed.
We were promised glory.
We were promised riches.
We were promised peace.
You cannot have glory through death.
You cannot be rich, knowing the suffering of the poor…
You cannot achieve peace through bloodshed.
Look! Just see through this smoke!
Look in the mirror.
We’re not just killing each other, but ourselves too.
We are no longer human.
We are merely tools of those who have the ability to brainwash us.
Making us no longer able to differentiate between right and wrong.
Making us believe that killing is right.
That glory is achieved through bloodshed.
That riches is achieved through bloodshed.
That peace is achieved through bloodshed.
What naivety.
What childish thoughts.
What sadistic and ugly thoughts.
We are not Gods of this world.
We are not intelligent creatures.
We are not saviours.
We are demons of the earth.
We plague the land with our slaughtering and terrorising of one another.
Praying for peace, sending children to war.
God help this forsaken world.
For peace is something which we animals will never achieve.
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 5:11 AM UTC
Stagecoach trundled, rutting, wheels
Soily grasp, grabbing at the earthy recipe
Cart....horsing around the outdoorsiness
Ferris wheel spun, gathering passengers
To overlook the show ground, smattered
Four legged races, saddled with encumbents
Bobbing in display formation. Far above
I caught sight of circular ribbons emblazoned
Lapels holding onto prize winners, suffering
The pin ***** jabbing at willing winners
Left foot first, hopscotch to the flap of tarpaulin
Billowing their precious overgrown greatness
Of perfect vegetalia, proud, excessive....of the
Dinner plate variety. Don't touch their polished
Surface, they deliberately await photographic
Validation; future growers, challenging champion
Chompers, terrorising super-veggie heros
I wonder what becomes of former ground growers
Do they take a back stage bow? Uprooted with
Those of a lesser kind, jostling for saucepan space
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 2:11 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
In the extreme, totally not on
Beating someone senseless on the brink of death
For terrorising someone to the point of breaking
Beating or neglecting an animal in your care
The small ugly voice inside me says
You deserve the same
Although it would take a worse person
To serve that justice ...
My primary voice says
On a simpler level
At the beginning of it all
When you are a child
Do not invest in it
Do not give it power
Do not tolerate it
Even if its not directed at you
You can do that
We need to teach our kids
To believe in themselves
Don't lie down and take it
We can all be strong
Even if you're physically weak
Self belief in words said is a powerful tool
That parts up to you ...
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 6:49 PM UTC
What do these guys think they are doing,
coming to our lands, killing and terrorising us?
Whilst I hear the words of the Koran from their mouths,
it must be obvious that these guys are just foot soldiers, trained, indoctrinated, fired like missiles.
Its not these guys we need to worry about, but the system that creates them.
I am sure that at the top are political and financially motivated organisations that use these guys to further their political and financial aims.
Bin Laden at least seemed to wear the "hair shirt" of his views - I wonder how many of the rest of supposedly Islamic leaders do this,
rather than line there pockets with the spoils of war and terrorism,
feed on and revel in the power they gain through violence.
What do these guys think they are doing, coming to our lands,
killing and terrorising us?
Whilst I hear the words of the bible from their mouths,
it must be obvious that these guys are just foot soldiers, trained, indoctrinated, fired like missiles.
Its not these guys we need to worry about, but the system that creates them.
I am sure that at the top are political and financially motivated organisations that use these guys to further their political and financial aims.
Obama at least seemed to wear the "hair shirt" of his views - I wonder how many of the rest of our supposedly "democratic" leaders do this,
rather than line there pockets with the spoils of war and terrorism,
feed on and revel in the power they gain through violence.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 7:28 AM UTC
So I told my friend
something I wouldn't have done
In a thousand years
I told
A secret
I gave away my
power
of anonymity
So now I'm known
She knows
who
Myrtille actually is.
But but but
we talked about our poems
we talked about many different things
about poems
about hello poetry
about everything
but we failed to
ask each other
why we came to this place
in the first place
what did we do
since we found out
that secret
My heart aches to know
But my mind fails to
let my thoughts become words
words
words words
out of my mouth
Maybe she feels the same way too
Perhaps there is this fear
A fear so
terrorising
scary
that we fail to acknowledge
the existence of
that powerful secret
That secret
that draws the border
Between life and death
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 8:59 AM UTC
*a patient walks into a doctor's office
and says:
- doctor, doctor, i'm suffering
from diabolical laughter!
doctor replies:
- just keep on laughing.*
they're really truly atheists on
an atomic level,
the more they try to live outside
of nature, and glorify it,
the more damnable they come:
put them peering into a microscope
or a telescope the more
their audacity builds up,
but when an earthquake,
but when an earthquake,
when a storm, when a hurricane,
all the intellectuals disperse,
the pathetic state of drowning,
the pathetic state of any form of suffering,
you'll only find atheistic audacity
among biologists,
chemists and physicists the middle-men
of argumentation,
biology appeals to the general public,
as expressed by confusion in the ***** region
of things... transgender this, transgender that,
the ploy of the heterosexual:
it's only natural via a surrogate mother,
and a human heart grown in a pig's body...
while chemists construct the next ester
of shampoo or fishy bacon, or the next
biggie boom boom,
while physicists are out there with the quote:
now i'm become death, the destroyer of worlds,
but can't stop the moon in its tract...
or bother with the near apparent
biggie boom boom of saltpetre, sulphur and charcoal,
they make the explosions too big...
too much of a Hiroshima, too much of a Nagasaki...
Hollywood is still dreaming of the Manhattan
Project, it's constantly terrorising america...
Hollywood is constantly out on a Jihad to
culture-corrupt with a constant sense of paranoia...
it's always destroying cities...
big **** monsters or some odd german accented
'simon says, simon says...'
but they changed location, now double-decker
buses are exploding on parliament bridge...
so the kids know of it, a day late, a day after
the explosion on twitter.
or as i once said, when that famous tsunami hit
japan... 'where was the army dropping
bombs on the wave to disperse it
and disallow its movement onto the mainland?
they could have bombed that wave into oblivion...
instead some other army, in some other
country decided it required a tsunami of blood
to pour into other countries via the streams
of journalism.'
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 3:19 AM UTC
Suns descend, Moons rise & the moment my chamber becomes dark I'm again trapped in this puzzling, and tormenting box.
My wrists hand cuffed and bound by my insecurities & questions I won't accept the answer to, unable to sleep at night I'm always policed by my own thoughts.
Statements that once seemed so true are interrogated by my lack of trust & begin to sweat drops of lies and betrayal.
My goals are set in the horizon of a seemingly endless hallway and I find myself kneeling, sheltering my ears from the terrorising sounds of people hoping for me to fail.
A raging tycoon sweeps through my mental hamlet & I always just want you to hear the storm, for you to know your own storms are not uncommon, that you can trust me, or you should.
But you don't care to listen to me let alone trust me enough to let me comfort you with your own aches and Demons whisper me to me "you're unworthy, for her you're just no good."
I would love to go to sleep imagining perfection, A fairytale world where my goals aren't far away, & we have conversations where trust and comfort is abundant to where there aren't any problems to be relevant.
But sadly, my mind doesn't operate that way. Doubts in my mind tell me I'm not good enough, I'm not close enough, doubts enforced by my own logic & I seem doomed to serve a life sentence in a dungeon composed of my own thoughts, a prisoner of my own intelligence.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC
Its peril to use someone
they always use you back....
so expect it to drain
you low
And when you get there
baby theres company
company all around you
suffocating
terrorising
comforting
When you use another
expect to get used too
when you get lost
look up theres always company
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 6:58 PM UTC
the world is getting worse violence is abound
people getting killed every where around
terrorising france and the people there
enjoying bastille day completely unaware
wrecking families lives filling with despair
with the ones they loved now no longer there
now they have to live with tragedy and pain
now there has changed not the same again.
such a cruel world that is getting worse
maybe it will change and take away its curse
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 11:49 AM UTC
Fire doesn't scare me anymore..
The matchstick hardly burns the tender hands to tears.
The profusely bleeding wrists give me a kind of strength;
Of an empowered Me!
Walking on embers no where feels like a once terrorising nightmare,
When mumma left me to sleep alone, away from her embraces.
The nimbleness has evanesce into thin air.
The inner kid glowing with innocence has perished to the tragedy of life.
Perhaps, my once learned lesson about time and experience as the best teacher has come out true.
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 1:19 PM UTC