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Noisless laughter, Bickering surrounding me, Anger will build, My only release is escape, I'm locked in this cage, A class full of people whom I hate, They mock me, And I mock their idiocy, *** heads, Drinkers, And quitters, Surrounded by the unfavored, Suffocating in the abyss, Darkness devouring my insides, Hatred grown, Loath in process, They must be ended, They too must change, I am not alone, I will survive, I will find my way out.
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Apr 5, 2012
Apr 5, 2012 at 7:58 AM UTC
Escape
~~~ someday soon gonna reread the four figures of my poems over lifetime inked, divvy  them up by what each is about, assemblage of the themes of me review the who what when and weird of this guy through his own eyes multiplying confessions of graces and disgraces particular to recover, desirous of collecting those poems that: *valorize society’s strugglers and stragglers...humans doing the work of living*^ don't know how many will be uncovered, but here's hoping there are plenty, needy of recovery and uncovering the poet and worthy of pointing too, valuation markers of a decent human strugglers, stragglers, those from all over this world and lives that can only visualize no-horizon-in-sight oceans sailors, from ports unvisited, some even, still undiscovered, working ****** and women, not those, don't owners of fancy dress whites, topped of by jaunty angelic-angled caps the ones I sought and seek, grime and coal dust etched into every ****** crevice, ink under fingernails, in obscurity, toil in windowless engine rooms, in the nooks in libraries hiding, satisfied with a moment of glory, and a lasting hand upon their wracked minds these are my mates, sharing fates of woeful countenances of bruised bodies, recipients of hardest blows repetitious, comrades in open arms the unflavored, unfavored of sons and daughters, unblessed with sobs and smacks, who rare lift the head in hope the sufferers of ignominy of the prison of their existence, for those I write, have, will, and willing to do it till I see a chin rising, white of eyes gleaming, a hand delisted, arms defused of black weights come to me, words, encouragement, perspective, that this too shall pass believing ain't easy, take it from one who couldn't see happy endings, but had no choice but to choose to, now prepped, ready for my arms to do some serious uplifting, shoulders heavy-loaded and wide of loads, eager for honest work, aiding and abetting the stragglers and and stragglers... humans doing the work of living, deserving for valuation, awaiting their salutation, and relief, even if, tiny and small, a slim volume of poems, that but one poet provided
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Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 8:47 AM UTC
the themes of me/valorize the strugglers
~~~ someday soon gonna reread the four figures of my poems over lifetime inked, divvy  them up by what each is about, assemblage of the themes of me review the who what when and weird of this guy through his own eyes multiplying confessions of graces and disgraces particular to recover, desirous of collecting those poems that: *valorize society’s strugglers and stragglers...humans doing the work of living*^ don't know how many will be uncovered, but here's hoping there are plenty, needy of recovery and uncovering the poet and worthy of pointing too, valuation markers of a decent human strugglers, stragglers, those from all over this world and lives that can only visualize no-horizon-in-sight oceans sailors, from ports unvisited, some even, still undiscovered, working ****** and women, not those, don't owners of fancy dress whites, topped of by jaunty angelic-angled caps the ones I sought and seek, grime and coal dust etched into every ****** crevice, ink under fingernails, in obscurity, toil in windowless engine rooms, in the nooks in libraries hiding, satisfied with a moment of glory, and a lasting hand upon their wracked minds these are my mates, sharing fates of woeful countenances of bruised bodies, recipients of hardest blows repetitious, comrades in open arms the unflavored, unfavored of sons and daughters, unblessed with sobs and smacks, who rare lift the head in hope the sufferers of ignominy of the prison of their existence, for those I write, have, will, and willing to do it till I see a chin rising, white of eyes gleaming, a hand delisted, arms defused of black weights come to me, words, encouragement, perspective, that this too shall pass believing ain't easy, take it from one who couldn't see happy endings, but had no choice but to choose to, now prepped, ready for my arms to do some serious uplifting, shoulders heavy-loaded and wide of loads, eager for honest work, aiding and abetting the stragglers and and stragglers... humans doing the work of living, deserving for valuation, awaiting their salutation, and relief, even if, tiny and small, a slim volume of poems, that but one poet provided
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Uneven Without substance, void of faith Unresolved Seeking facts among the fiction Untapped For the price seems too steep Unfavored Privilege lost that was never had This heart is blackstone, hollow within Day to day, sinking further down Useless Fake a smile of sincerity, For all the world's a stage, and we are but merely actors Or whatever Shakespeare meant. Reveal yourself, masked man Uncover the fear you bring In a cloak of anxiety and dread For these lay dormant yet dominant within this vessel From this side of the mirror, it is all you will ever see
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Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 8:54 PM UTC
Asymmetry
Contraptions enrapture The thoughts in my head Like the Black Widow Feds Spin the global-wide web Making beds To be lied in Belying the eyeless appliance’s All-seeing Spy-lids With die kids And ISIS’ World hunger virus Deciding divisive devices disguised As the iris’ Optimal optical scans Are just scams And we buy it Like contraband-widths We demand They supply it Reliant on intel cartel Data pirates Bespectacled specters Of property private Sectors stealing secrets And quieting riots To keep us compliant, Complacent And safe and secure Our freedom- Information In their bidding war With the state’s machinations Harmonic convergence To merge us as one Motherboarderless Servant A mirthless, Subservient Permanent Nervousness Bliss on the verge Of transcendence To micro-chips Cold, calculating, Brain-drain Pain-impervious Hard-wired smiles Like customer services As all the while They got us on file If someone malfunctions It’s to the junk pile Of planned obsolete Made in China deceit Soon enough The new stuff Is complete And released To the public Consumption Effete, then deleted The outdated being’s Illogical reasoning No longer needed Not fiscally viable When product placements Make preferences pliable No more investing in Such unreliable Feeling-based flesh- Eating parasites, Troglodytes Nature’s blight, Human rights Merely an oversight To the Lord Profits Most prescient prophetic Detective’s objective A future perspective On forced-course corrective Behaviors unfavored In apes Less aggressive And traits more impressive To more uninventive And more inattentive Assembly line minds From their vines Disconnected Preemptively programmed To heed the directive Effectively rendering Life contraceptive Selectively-breeding Exceeding perfected Like fascists on acids’ Exclusive collective The watchers still watching us Acting defective Then tactfully cashing in On more expensive Preventative measures To end such a pensive, Depressive death-sentence Condemned to a prison Super vision’s Sentience
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Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 3:54 PM UTC
Surveillance Capitalism
Contraptions enrapture The thoughts in my head Like the Black Widow Feds Spin the global-wide web Making beds To be lied in Belying the eyeless appliance’s All-seeing Spy-lids With die kids And ISIS’ World hunger virus Deciding divisive devices disguised As the iris’ Optimal optical scans Are just scams And we buy it Like contraband-widths We demand They supply it Reliant on intel cartel Data pirates Bespectacled specters Of property private Sectors stealing secrets And quieting riots To keep us compliant, Complacent And safe and secure Our freedom- Information In their bidding war With the state’s machinations Harmonic convergence To merge us as one Motherboarderless Servant A mirthless, Subservient Permanent Nervousness Bliss on the verge Of transcendence To micro-chips Cold, calculating, Brain-drain Pain-impervious Hard-wired smiles Like customer services As all the while They got us on file If someone malfunctions It’s to the junk pile Of planned obsolete Made in China deceit Soon enough The new stuff Is complete And released To the public Consumption Effete, then deleted The outdated being’s Illogical reasoning No longer needed Not fiscally viable When product placements Make preferences pliable No more investing in Such unreliable Feeling-based flesh- Eating parasites, Troglodytes Nature’s blight, Human rights Merely an oversight To the Lord Profits Most prescient prophetic Detective’s objective A future perspective On forced-course corrective Behaviors unfavored In apes Less aggressive And traits more impressive To more uninventive And more inattentive Assembly line minds From their vines Disconnected Preemptively programmed To heed the directive Effectively rendering Life contraceptive Selectively-breeding Exceeding perfected Like fascists on acids’ Exclusive collective The watchers still watching us Acting defective Then tactfully cashing in On more expensive Preventative measures To end such a pensive, Depressive death-sentence Condemned to a prison Super vision’s Sentience
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O sense of vagueness and shadows of light Bring forth the drowned sorrows of night For life’s dreams splendor marred morality Voices of sound reason tell of blithe and serenity Deep seasons string together parts and pieces Divided and folded in the sum of creases Lord of lightening spills water to cancel all guilt Branches sway over things remembered but never felt A compromised child, her truths’ decantation Selfish schemes produced an unfavored party decoration Strained order borrowed none from the awakening Tree in grass moment looked up to the sky held singing Love on the wings of angels delivered her higher self All other matters packed and placed on a shelf Spirited to be remembered and forever free Infinite light and love for Victoria in eternity
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Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 2:58 PM UTC
Victoria