"toxics" poems
What if they had a War and nobody came !
my sentiment all along
Actions so transparent and telegraphed a mile long
absurd anchoring, even more absurd triggering
so absurd as to be meaningless
the hotchpotch logic of simpletons on acid
The banal manifestations of the anodyne retards with advanced hysteria
Think unruly kids on Colombian marching powder
think advanced psychosis with total stage ten delusions
Watch mass hysteria contagion
Logic was never there, rationality bolted beating Usain Bolt
Inveterate liars and fantasists now control maddened throngs
Oh dear! they decided I am madly in love with acquaintance
neither I or poor acquaintance know this
But let not the truth get in the way of a soap opera by the insanes
After All meaningless triggers and Delusionary prompts
keep the sheeples busy in People's Power utopia
They are all having a war, nobody has told me about it
I don't understand their language yet they are very eloquent
Deep in their imagined Neuro-linguistic Programming or mental pygmies playing Pavlov Dog theory of the semi-illiterates
I just realized why cancer is prevalent amongst them
They carry so much poison and emotional ******* in their beings
It pollutes and eat away at them internally, they get cancer!
Never have been interested in little minds and liars and thieves
Have little time for dumb people, the toxics and the sheeples
What makes cretins think I take anything of theirs to mind
what can I learn or gain from contemptibles
I don't feel inferior so why would I want to learn
how to slander and defame others to bring them down
'Slander is the GREAT LEVELLER voiced one of them
poor inadequate soul, poor pathetic degenerate
I look twenty years younger than my years, no wrinkles
Just slightly greying, mind as sharp as razor
Because I don't carry acidic ******* hate or foul nonsense
in my head,
Because my mind is full of worthy knowledge
because I am not an ignoramus with attitude
because I am not a shameless coward or an empty headed nonentity
Because I am not amongst the madding crowd
I am not an insignificant pointless HATER with cancer in waiting!
I am NOT a SHAMELESS RACIST white THIEF discrediting the
Victim I STOLE from
OR
an OBNOXIOUS gang of SOCIALIST crazed subhumans cancerized
by jealousy and envy
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
I've been looking at the world from a different perspective
IG filters and Snapchat interceptions
I was off the grid, I am now in inception
Social media dance floors
no escape or exceptions
what do you stand for?
put your hands in the septic
so your arms can take all the **** that
Your legs normally dealt with
Apartment, complex complicated life consequences
Brothers life deciphered
into the trenches
Despite all of the help we lent him
Life can be a loan when you are alone
It can get expensive
Don't own a home,
but I could show you what rent is
I could show you what hustle is,
I'm that relentless
Slick mouth, silver tounge...this is manifested
Bike peddling, rebelling Ambidextrous
Quiet devilish, my medicine makes most hella lit
I speak in crooked tongues like most nuns who settle with
Being Singular minded there Vibes are so celibate
A courier in this Corredor settlement
How do I, in these times, stay not high but relevant
I'm confined in thin lines, tell them **** time,
if the sunshine, makes us dumb blind
Like retail and it's details with the big signs
See this conclusion is just a visual illusion
A cesspool in the mainstream visual pollution
This vortex is just a digital confusion
Digits to acidic, hash tags for the lab rats to abuse them
watch me slipstream into a hazmat suit and snap back to an audience all the toxics that I'm using
my minds a clock incapsulated in the bottom of a backpack but only in math class, I state facts for your amusement
How can you do this?! Who the **** are you kid?!
I'm Duke Nukem with a scorpion fist ready to hiduken!
I'm Isaac Newton with a paint brush when I do this
Painting photosynthesis with my sentences, I conclude with...
Nothing but a chronological order I cause a cascade of disorder
I'm on the edge don't **** with me and my border...can't **** with me I'm the best this visual mess is what your ordered
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 3:33 PM UTC
*if you're looking for an apple
then you've come to the right place
i'm red and ready for your pouted lips
i'm smooth, glossy and juicy like heavenly nectar
i'm true, wholesome and authentic with no toxics
and with me you're guaranteed full health and happiness
if you want to cuddle
you've come to the right place
i'm long, slim and yellow with a smoothness that's hard to beat
i am good when you travel, sweet without being cloying
your banana boat song is a hymn to my tropical warmth
and i'm suave and exotic to the hilt, you can't do better than me
if you want to drown in sweetness
tangelo is your lady, and you've come to the right place
i'm buxom, round and absolutely oozing with juice and sugar
i'm exotic and you find me only where good taste is supreme
and believe me once you **** my depths and drink my juice
you're forever a great believer in aesthetic cuisine
And for you life can be gulp after gulp of sweetness and joy*
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 2:09 PM UTC
It's my 23rd year
Sure time flies so fast,
It all happened,
In a blink of an eye
But, 23 is sure different
Growth is still there,
But I learned to let go
Of the toxics in life –
Of the things that makes me unhealthy
I learned to let go,
I learned to move on
But no worries,
No heartaches
No regrets
And, I am still in the path I chose
But this time,
With a different surroundings
More challenging
Still haven't slept properly
But, I have taken my rest
Then I let go, move on
And grow
Thank you, year 23
Dec 5, 2021
Dec 5, 2021 at 10:10 AM UTC
He told his sister to feed the dogs,
His twin sister; Sophia Bogvoskya,
As he was to take out the herds
Of horses, sheep, donkeys and cows,
Out to the plains and hill land for grazing,
She never took a **** she locked herself,
Up in the ante chamber of the main house,
She took the mirror and began looking
At her beauty, Russian model beauty
She began picking her nails,
As the dogs were starving in the sheds
They whined but no succor came forth,
A fiat that coincided with arrival of ogres,
The great Western Ogres, the tongues wagging,
They had a plethora of eyes and mouths,
Noses and ears, limbs both hind and fore,
They ate all the young sheep,
They took away Putin’s young brothers
Crimea and Ukrainian, both were taken away,
By the ferocious NATO ogres they were taken
In a whelp and desperate kicking for freedom,
Dogs stood aloof as ogres thrashed Sophia
Into thin lacerations of red flesh,
They ate as they roared with laughter,
Then they went away with their loot,
Vladimir came back home, found nothing
No sister, no brothers no sheeplings,
Only two white sepulchers glared at him,
The graves of his mother and father;
The former cooks of Lenin Vladimir,
He mourned and mourned grievously,
Then he sang a dirge of his forefathers
From the herculean land of Bosnia,
And also Moscow, he dirged;
We were born in the wee of the night,
When the bear is whelping,
And we were suckled by the Tigre
When our mothers were taken slaves,
For no man or creature
Will ever make us victims
Nor subjects of fear,
He recovered from the moment
Trial some moment of loss and bereave,
Then he chose to go after the ogres
But with a strategum of no match,
He began arming himself first
Before he could set on,
His mobile armory full of deadly weapons;
A bunch of wasps, wild bees, black ants,
A thousand slings, spears and sickles,
Machetes, poisonous saps, and toxics,
Wild dogs, five hundred snakes and scorpions,
Bows and arrows as well as cudgels,
Clubs, stones and chains,
He also learned how to use the hands
In the most lethal manner,
Then he went for combat,
To rescue all that was taken,
Taken from him by the ogres….
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 8:38 AM UTC
Chaotic noises,
Clustered spaces,
Rattling bones,
Sickly faces
Roaring monster,
Tumbling tires,
Foggy windows,
Sweaty bodies
Even at night the cycle goes
Over and over,
Nobody knows-
When this cycle began
And where will it end?
This is the life,
The life of us few
Who pick the toxics
Over harmless fumes
Who like the big apple,
Over the orchards
Who enjoy sleepless nights,
Over peaceful slumbers
Rainbow colors,
Entertaining days,
Sea of people,
Everyday
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 10:05 AM UTC
It was when I realized that I would never be able to intoxicate you with myself, that the glass broke.
When I found out that I would never be able to replace the toxics that you like flowing oh so lovingly down your gentle throat.
That I would never be able to addict you to the drugs that I claim to be, as that is not in my hands.
That I would never be able to explore your mouth, while soothingly dripping down from your lips while you let me play with your tongue.
That I would never be able to accomplish what a glass of ***** could.
Oh, how much do I ache to be that.
A weakness.
The one you visit in your need for courage.
In your times of sorrow and happiness.
A constant. A liability.
Something you just can't resist.
Someone to make your cold soul feel intimidated.
Because honey, wouldn't it be something to be the one to make your insides burn?
- Aks, Naked Emotions
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC
The outer surface does not project the truth,
so many of us live in fear.
~~~~
How often have we wondered why intelligent individual
do the craziest things,
just to add a title to your name
some of us get married under false pretense.
in addition, some seldom does it for the wrong reason.
caught in relationships season after seasons,
was it for the soul purpose of trying to fulfill a yearning?
for those that cannot be determine.
~~~~
As we buried it deep within our souls
our intangible way defines us,
getting impregnated in hope that he would stay
eventually one day he would stray.
~~~~
However, it is the fear that crippled most of us,
then it has become the lack of trust,
because we build our project on weakness,
therefore, it loosens as the years goes by,
then the elasticity of our life shows tremendously.
~~~~
this necessary part of our life becomes a reality
and once again the yearning seize,
now here comes nothing.
wasted years and wasted nights,
not it is time to struggle and rebuild our images,
unlike a baby first steps.
we stumbled and fall.
~~~~
We reborn into wiser individual,
Is this a new beginning?
for us to trained our minds from sensing the shame,
moreover, shifting the blame.
as we desperately mastered our thoughts unto higher horizons,
and rid our souls from toxics elements in our life.
transcending unto a peaceful life.
Is this a new beginning?
For us.
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 7:36 AM UTC
My heart beating frantically
As I lay down in my bed
Never thought that I would still feel this way again
And I wanted to feel those toxics
flowing freely and burning me insides
And to hamper the pain
I am feeling right now
Rather than to feel those growing gap
between us over and over again.
Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 7:08 AM UTC
A stranded auburn brittle leaf before me
surrenders to the deftly sweep of zephyr,
coriolically swirling to elevate its conquest
into an air of revolving molecules, colliding,
split by ultraviolets to recombine, ceaselessly
creating shielding layers of evanescence, rare,
delicate, perfect. All in graceful motion
synergically metamorphosing around,
immovable trees deeply rooted in fertile soils,
breathing in our toxics, exhaling our essential
inhales, growing to shade, fauna from irradiance,
that of a star wizardly shilly-shallying with water,
a silent duet, dissolving to ascend
towards the skies, finding freedom in vapours
yet unable to escape, hauled back to rain,
replenish lakes, rivers flowing a course
estuaries to lavishing blue oceans, the depths
in which cells creatively began moulding into shape,
under erumpent tides metronomes of balance
orchestrating and echoing foreplays of attraction,
to a distant enchanting moon of paleness
jealously mimicking the love affair between
Earth and Sun, the first chasing the latter
endlessly in infinite space, as it performs
revolutions around holes of darkness seduced
by its opposite in which it mirrors and identifies
mutual origins, marble games where speeds
of clustered spheres exceed a million miles an hour
where inexistent time beats the rhythm scored
by elegant laws pulling the strings to the dance
of seduction, pirouetting above our blind eyes,
power, as zephyr decides to repose
the auburn brittle leaf once more,
before me.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 6:45 AM UTC
As the rain hits the ground, a repetitive sound
things become clear' when there's something you fear.
lightning strikes flashing bright. all i can think, i don't want to blink.
a rumble noise. from up in the clouds, scarey and loud.
power disarm, eyes widen with alarm.
the screams begin to start, must tare us apart.
I always do wrong, in the eyes of the strong.
She punishes thee, so my sister can see.
In the family I am the baby, but she didn't care. Not even just maybe.
A devil comes out in the dead of the night, shes not herself. this cant be right.
still i sit, hit after hit. my eyes are swollen, my lips split.
i got to bed, against the wall i place my head.
constantly checking to see, wanting to make sure i was left be.
in the morning when i awake. my mind plays tricks, it was a dream.
it was fake.
upon the mirror i see my face, black and blue is whats been placed.
I turn to her, those eyes of fire. They calmed since last night.
I think to myself, I know its my fault. she cant get her wealth.
The drugs she consumes, The Toxics.
The fumes.
My future is spoken, my home life was broken.
What i wouldn't give, for a life worth to live.
But my life's been forsaken, all the good deals are taken.
so i sit, remember hit after hit.
yet still i stay, to take care.
To obey.
The golden child disappears, in your eyes i see the tears.
The one that always took care, never got respect.
but tare.
Remember who stayed by your side, and who took off to hide
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 6:50 PM UTC
Oh, we love mines and clean water;
We plant plastic flowers and **** them
For hours and hours.
Our yard is a monument
To the things we hold in our hearts.
Signs of the past, signs that will last.
Mining is King
Can you imagine such a thing
As real flowers, perfuming the air
For hours and hours;
Trees for the bees,
Honey or money?
Foxes or Toxics?
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 3:19 PM UTC
sometimes i miss you,
but then i realize that i was just an awful person to be friends with,
as were you.
i never kept stories straight,
afraid to tell the truth about my family after i opened up to you and you judged me,
so then i tried to keep quiet.
but it just resulted in things i could never explain well enough for you to understand.
i don't miss the person you are.
you are damaged,
and toxic,
and lost,
but i am too,
and maybe two toxics cant be mixed.
i don't miss the person you are,
i miss the memories,
and being able to call you a best friend,
but i don't miss you.
the more days past,
the more i wish it wasn't you who i shared all the memories with.
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 1:03 AM UTC
I hate my oldest brother,
He's nothing but a poison in my life.
My dad got the coldest shoulder ever,
He was never really on my side.
My step mother got the tightest sour face in the world,
5 years went by yet she still is a bad decision to me.
They say cut off toxic people out of your life,
But how do I cut mine ?
The toxics mostly my flesh and blood.
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 6:49 PM UTC