"thiefs" poems
With the red lights in my eyes
And the gray haze in the sky
With the fire red reflecting back
The neon skin distracts me from where I am
And where I should be
In the winter clear, I sit
And I'm sick of it
As the snow falls on cars
On pedestrians and bars
Wrapped in pea-coats and ***
Under the foggy winter sun I slowly stroll
With a woman in my soul
Like a gypsy king and queen
In a lucid fever dream
Up in the offices and desks
With stress in their chests
These people think of home
While their lovers are alone and stuck with screens
Like windows into scenes
They thought money could buy
As they drift and die
Pouring out from the walls
Of worship chapel halls
With hands in their pockets
Stealing trinkets and lockets to give to the men
Who promise the end
But all will be right
If you pay the right price
From the streets of gods
That will one day rot
Under our wandering feet
When we longer speak but are just memories
Passed on like a disease
On death, I've made my peace
Until then, let me be free
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 7:04 PM UTC
With heavy hearts the lightened feet march up on Whitehall
take a peek,
then down below the trenches go
light up a woodbine,
'dontya know this is the show that we'll be late for', Says Scouse.
'Gor blimey mate' says cockney Joe, 'let's have a look at all them toffs'
and ups the periscope as scouse scoffs bully beef.
Thiefs of body, thiefs of friends,thiefs of time and there is a belief in some older men,
that this is a time when we remember 'them'
No words need be conveyed
no tears for what they gave
just a sober, sombre silence
like when the guns fell silent
one hundred years ago.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 5:39 AM UTC
I Rose Again and Again
Nor dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all;
Many times he died,
Many times rose again.
A great man in his pride
Confronting murderous men
Casts derision upon
Supersession of breath;
He knows death to the bone
Man has created death.
By: W.B.Yeats, for Karijinbba
~~
The malice of thiefs injured me nearly killing me st only age five;
Men (beasts) in uniform Greedy Feds killed my father five brothers and all grown man and boy in my Purhepetcha Indigenous tribe for the greed of my father's land
Man created death repaing evil for my good from the riches of my forest land they ate and lived as kings while I barely survived, but take heed I did rise.
On my father's shoulders my seahorse kind of dad beloved
he carried and adored me
my future he could read perfectly in our starry night sky and love for me happened exactly as dad had predicted it would be
from my fathers heart I thrived and I rose
and men I did love despite treason by few
~~~~~
By:Karijinbba/AA.
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 1:23 AM UTC
Vietnam's got a raw, dangerous side to explore,
And whilst I'm far from one to detract or deplore,
From the beauty of the place, the gentle souls of the people,
There's some dark things balancing the good with the evil.
Prostitutes are shedding clothes and dignity in bars,
Whilst ***** old men sit with wet mouths ajar,
People claim to help you whilst emptying your pockets,
Because they can't afford to live on their pitiful pay dockets.
Prices sky rocket based on the colour of your skin,
But we're from a wealthy country so we can't make a din,
The protectors - the police will only help you for a bribe,
And if you can't pay the price then you'll get locked inside.
Just alive malnourished dogs with heat exhaustion,
Rats dwell beneath restaurant tables waiting for their portion,
Agent Orange victims left with face contortion and extra limbs,
While aging, old ladies gather supper from the bins.
Children roam the streets at night and noone blinks an eye,
So much is wrong that you're left wondering what's right,
But in this world of chaos can we chastise their plight?
Whilst we take advantage, judge, rule, bomb others and fight.
The 'United' Kingdom separates itself from the world,
Covering up so many lies it makes your toes curl,
Corrupt chains thwart families hopes and beliefs,
Let's form orderly queues for the corporate thiefs.
Every country has a blood money epidemic,
We simply hide it better as we're more academic,
A nation crammed full with political actors,
The fact we follow suit is the critical factor,
To the downfall of our country and the people who reside.
It does not abide to say, ‘Well, at least we tried!’,
But as we all know in this puppet show ********
We've only ourselves to blame, therefore I'm the biggest culprit.
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 3:37 PM UTC
When we as loveless humans failed,
With hate in every word exhaled
We turned and let our gods all crash,
we turned our children into ash.
.
And from out the ashes crawled
A thousand demons, wide and tall
Roiling mud and blood and stench
Tore out from groaning wound-like trench
.
And then down from the sun there flew
(not too many nor too few)
A band of angels, a golden choir
Singing songs of purging fire
.
And at the end of battle-day
In the fields of war there lay
No liars, beggars, thiefs or knaves
But a thousand crying naked babes
Jun 1, 2024
Jun 1, 2024 at 12:34 AM UTC
Centurie ago..
Humans ..
Rough touch...
I can see you.
Soft curves of your body.
Thiefs stiling your life.
I am fighting for you,nothing personal.
Not today ..
Am I in love ?
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 7:01 AM UTC
Trading glances like thiefs in paradise lost
Taste of a teenage dream lingering on my tongue
Your retreat, traitor blood
Throwing stones on my window
Perishing into the edge of town
Roses grow in our loss
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 3:45 PM UTC
What if
we don't follow orders
what if, we ignore the Pope
what if, there is no punishment
delivered, at the bottom of a rope
What if
we decide not to hurt and ****
what if, we all live in peace
what if, there is real justice
rehabing, criminals and thiefs
What if
we propose a human treaty
what if, it's put up to a vote
what if, it passes referendum
government, no longer bloats and gloats
What if
we treat each other gently
what if, kind words are thoughts are said
what if, you and I my friend
abandon war, embracing love, instead
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 12:30 PM UTC
Her lips are glossy
Words spoken softly
Eyes that despise
Everything you ever dreamed of
But the stakes are costly
Beware, caution to apply
Before the gleaming stare in her eyes
Nice or naughty
Melting to shape the curves in her body
I describe her skin
As the forbidden sin
The taste that makes the colors in the sky
When the day breaks
Emotions that out wave the ocean
Leaves you hypnotized
From her passionate tides
She moves as the wind
Making your world come to a spin
A wisper in your ear
Makes all troubles disappear
I wanta be yours forever
For what it's worth it's better
Baby we can come together
Baby we can come together
Hallow to the core
The earth's tears spatters when it pours
After the rain comes sunshine
After the pain comes more crime
The bird's will cherp as the thiefs steel
The burn hurts before the skin peels
Awake yourself before your eternal rest
Those who give there's wealth are those who's blessed
Open your eyes when you sleep
They wear a disguise and walk like sheep
If you listen the winds will tell
Stories that are written before the ring of the bell
I wanta be yours forever
For what it's worth it's better
Baby we can come together
Baby we can come together
Who am i
But just an light in the nights sky
To brighten your path
Giving you an option of righteousness or wrath
Growing like a muster seed in your heart
Stop the greed and play in smart
Wear a crown and wash your feet
If you frown you'll become weak and weep
As The leaves fall
Disease will come and devour us all
When the spring rise the flower blooms
We'll stand tall and wise once all is doom
Until next time
When we harvest from the vine
Be true to your soul
Just pay the toll
Clear your mind and reach your goals
I wanta be yours forever
For what it's worth it's better
Baby we can come together
Baby we can come together
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 6:57 PM UTC
You were velvet,I was jeans,you sping water,i was gaterade.I was Dvds,you were Macy,s and all its magic.I was happy with something gotten from Sears.But i loved you then as i do now and will always.You were concert music,i was gospel pop.You were Candlelight dinners with place mats,i was McDonald,s with a two for one coupon.You were Runway fashion and political talk,i was cars and quarter backs.And in spite of our differences,we shared many sundowns,fought against love thiefs and shared mutual pain.And i loved you then, as i do now,and will always.We were blessed with only a brief span of time and i remember convincing you that our would live even though you had serious doubts.Now like so many other broken hearted lovers,we've gone our separate ways.And maybe,i should have listened to caution's music playing inside my head as you did.But i've always been a stubborn fool ,now i wait here for the lonely years to embrace me and will say in spite of fate's final decree.That i lovrd you then, as i do now and will always.
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 6:05 PM UTC
Even if no one believes me
Forgiveness is the greatest thing we have
How can anyone sit on a throne and condemn others when they also sin every single day.
It's in no ones place to judge.
But we are all human, and we all will.
Just remember it was Christ who hung out with the prostitutes, liars, cheaters, thiefs and heretics.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 11:59 PM UTC
Who do i trust in this street life im livin?
No one Kus the players in the game are liars, thiefs, and always cheating.
Im fiendin for the money power and the world.
I had the right person but she was the wrong girl.
She didnt love me like i thought,
she loved me for a min then the next she loved me not.
A cold shot; My heart the target and she hit my caring spot and my feel
Now I'm searching for the love but make believe is far from real.
Its a cold world, so many hearts have come victim to the chill.
Its a cold cold world
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 3:29 AM UTC
Devour my blood taste my pain among those who walk among as thiefs these in darker minds of uncontrolled planning who hold no value of hearts embrace devour my blood and seed in the depths of endless countess moments locked within the cruel extensions of history devour my blood for my strength has always been my shield my fortress among the heartless of man
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 2:16 PM UTC
Beware for liars roam are lands thiefs and cowards mixed within conversations shadow the concreate jungles of endless hunger searching for the weak of minds willing to conform to suggestion for one must question before action is taken think in quiet form then apply the threads of strength to sew a new approach to victory
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 2:33 PM UTC
what have you
nothing less
who are you
he wonders aloud
the room whispers
he has been overheard
his love was in spools
he spooked it out
what
oh
love thiefs
how dare you love
only me
what about your mother
i would never kiss her like that
how about your "father's" rose
what have you taken
me
for
ah
circumcision
of
the
mind
surely you have been blind-sided
misunderstood intentions
what does that even mean
why are you still writing me
give me an conclusion
give me nothing at all
force me in an corner
force me
not
at
all
one sided story
different
points
of
view
an push
nor an shove
less my love
?
...
..
.
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 8:55 AM UTC
an old man said to me
you can bury your ghosts
for your past is spent
and your new pockets are empty
and no man can judge a poor mans wealth
for his pockets are made of gold
but dont be greedy to reach down and grab
for your thiefs dissapointment
due this no named man got gold in his hand
spilling from his head
with not a single thread
but his knee to tread
from the muddy water so deep
where the poor fools sink
who stripped the man of his skin
long ago with his kin
say goodbye to these short faces
the skin will stretch to win the races
but not a man nor soul will win the race
if one doesnt bury his ghost
in this soon forgotten place
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 2:39 PM UTC
Ok.
I admit I've stolen hearts,
Plagiarized Shakespeare
To get my way into a day
I might hold her tight
Used words that Poe also wrote
or themes that Emily thought of
in loneliness
or was that Thoreau?
A crook a ne'er did well
a thief a stealer of words
Ignoble. And i grin because
I know
deep down inside,we all
Compose
With the meter words the sounds
Of dead poets
Echoing
in our minds
Somewhere
And, were any work unique, ever.
Or are we all
Just thiefs, and
Crooks
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 4:44 AM UTC
It was late at night
I was so tired I didn't even put up a fight
I didn't realize my front door was open
I wish I would of known
And made sure my door was closed
Because that night I wasnt alone
I was 9 months pregnant
The day before
It was the day after I had my baby they came through the door
3 men all dressed in black
But it only took one man
To make me lay dead my back
They didn't just take the tv
They took away my babies mommy
And she went to live her daddy
But her daddy couldn't stop drinking
I don't think those thiefs didn't know what they were stealing
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 8:45 PM UTC
Nobody has the right to put their hands on you unless you give them the right to
Your body, your property
It’s that easy actually
However you define yourself to be, man or woman
anyone
I repeat,
Nobody has the right to put their hands on you unless you give them the right to
Nobody has the right to feel entitled to to your body, but you
Nobody has the right to define you
whoever you may be
Here’s to you
I know, there are so many of you, like you
Who felt violated in their own body
Who felt the sting of words
The sharp double edged sword of them
You, who didn’t let the thiefs in but that’s why we call them that
the criminals who leave you traumatized
They might not have killed but they wounded to the core
A reminder:
It is not your fault.
It‘s not your fault whatever you wear
It’s not your fault however you walk
It’s not your fault
It’s theirs.
Don’t stay silent. Fight.
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 12:43 AM UTC
Poverty is it's own madness with mirrors that cannot hold the envy of those who desire the wealth of others or conform ideas of righteousness to mask unlawful actions that rebels others to intwine within dangerous degrees of harm for poverty a design of greed is not an excuse or tool to used among mortal thiefs in any form
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 6:35 PM UTC