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jonathan valonis Nov 2010
Ah that feeling,
Of hopeless glimmers,
A blank star,
A void stance,
In a space,
Journey through time,
Spectacular new sites,
Distance simply strung,
Across the dark,
Blanket of warmth,
Vision of light,
Fading with tears,
Raining beautiful rainbows,
Smiling with joy,
To dark despair,
By the menace,
Empty and hallow,
Bringing painful sorrow,
Taking rather borrow,
Buying not sharing,
A helping hand,
Knowledge well hidden,
An esoteric given,
Nothing in return,
Just to them,
Is corpses decaying,
Another ***** opportunity,
To magnify profit,
From the return,
Of newly born,
Slaves of society,
The common denominator,
Underlying embellished truth,
The cunning sleuth,
Has hidden dreams,
That brings fear,
To all them,
Us standing tall,
Proud and mighty,
Not falling down,
From scare tactics,
Antisemitic prophetic pathetic,
Attempts to capture,
Our soul again,
To strand us,
Here once again,
To work eternity,
All of us,
March for them,
We will work,
Together that is,
As a team,
We can stop,
Every single one,
Since we control,
All of them,
Market money religion,
Government jobs abroad,
We work them,
Stop being sheep,
Following bo peep,
Off a cliff,
Remove and uplift,
This poor foundation,
Of bad fundamentals,
Before we are,
No longer mentally,
Challenged buy this,
Story of racist,
Scary disappointing place,
Gun toting fascist,
Gangs of masochism,
Atheist a religion,
Our sins forgiving,
Forgetting friends families,
Sheltering ourselves in,
Materialistic meaningless gems,
Gas guzzling cars,
Driven by comical,
Nonsensical unpractical commercials,
Of inferior technology,
Waste products increase,
Buy the demand,
Mass production toxins,
For the air,
To breathe taxes,
The mindless soul,
Drifting into oblivion,
Not self destruction,
Instead unmoral corruption,
Now full cure,
Now full heal,
Still feel sick,
Now need rest,
This is not,
A game attest,
Before hard reset,
Need to reboot,
Not blindly salute,
A flag waving,
Unwavering biased judgment,
Claiming land over,
Those who opposed,
Their fastened weapons,
Iron and bronze,
Steel to gold,
Anything deemed precious,
They will take,
Rocks to drugs,
Food to bugs,
Grass to rugs,
Swept underneath unnoticeable,
The untrained eye,
Awe and surprise,
The attack here,
Will go unseen,
Like the chem-trails,
Released upon us,
Vaccinations we need,
That carries aids,
Strands of ***,
Water we drink,
Contaminated with e.coli,
To the plastic,
That causes cancer,
Aluminum cans causing,
You to forget,
Alzheimer to prevent,
Train your brain,
To learn everyday,
Along with stopping,
Cruel and unjust,
Punishment to others,
Whether you like,
It or not,
We are related,
We are one,
We are looking,
For our self,
We should help,
Realize we are,
Simply one self.
Dougie Simps Mar 2015
A flower blooms on a tree that's grown from disaster
Maybe that's why I was cut from a tree of an unmoral *******
Now that's a classic
Wrapped up with a black attitude and white wrapper
Who's probably built from disaster
And puts on a mask and is one hell of an actor
Detach him, he's already ripped apart himself
If I die I die alone and only ask my mind for help
Since it's the only thing that knows how I think I'm feelings
Burn me, shoot me, **** me and take me of all my self inflicted healing
What's more appealing?
A slave or a cellphone
Wait...those are two of the same
We all slaves of this technological hell zone
No more kings going after thrones and Free people looking to roam
Just individuals pumped up with 140 characters and 4 inches of styrofoam
Boys chasing after silicon, little kids with no parents home. How you expect them to grow when their role models are a phone?
Hm, now they telling me
"Dougie Simps you needa calm down and set the example"
Says the same ***** who walked around givin every past man a sample
Of that bitter taste
***** that's waste
Pop it out for any man that slowly cuffs the waist.
I've been hiding, but silently residing.
Tryna be more political with my words but nothing like Obama or Biden
My mind is like ferguson
My neurons starting to riot
My white side is talking **** and the black remains quite.

Because I'm a mixed race...

But **** it
I'll speak upon my silence
Cut Em without resorting to violence
Adding up my victims then dropping em. Tell me, did you understand my minus?
A mixed kid, with black and white **** who's corrupted with false interpretation and modest assumption that creates more than the funk did with bass hits in the lips until they bleed and split...am I a monster? a monster with darkness that slowly drips with Martin Luther King's instructions?
Promising to have a dream while loving the only woman who doesn't entirely love me
I've live streamed all your dreams and collected your high beams to gather light on your light subject of racist and evil things cause ****** is no longer a curse, it's a way we just see things and hatred is no longer frowned upon it's a part of what life brings as we let the Angels and heaven sings while we clip and chop her wings and expect her to rise to better things, that's what society silently brings then hang these animals just like minks...then ask them to do the simplest things like selling your soul for diamond rings! I propose to this LIFE! Whatever the **** that statement means.
Do you enjoy being enslaved? stuck inside your own cave? where your name is trayvon and you can't escape this white cave? but freedom would come if you were Dave and living on high estates. Why is pressure on the blacks? Society expects us not to break. But you wouldn't consider me "Us" since I grew up in a "good" home. That stupid ******* stereotype need to DIE AND BE BURIED ALONE!
It's like closing your eyes for fun and putting you mouth to a gun. Blindly your suicidal and everything that society wants you to become, who contradicts what you say to the kids when you ask for someone to take out the gun...because you're a HUMAN you're a HUMAN and freedom is what you want. Get my metaphor? Understand my analogy? **** my friends, family and her for never understanding me! Don't accept my Apology... for speaking. Sorry for trying to see things fully, a scared soul trying to peek in.
But let's face it...it was never truly okay...For ever trying to just be me.

X, let the bass run...because now a days the only thing that don't hurt...is the rhythm and dying of the beat.

My reign has ended. 3:16 praise the highest.
Kendrick Lamar inspired
tc Jan 2017
it's a melancholy sadness and it grips hold of my joints with steel chains and i am bolted
bound to internal torment like a sadist playing sadist tricks oh i am bemused
wrap me in cotton wool and sing to me
nursery rhymes or tragic blackened symphonies
melancholy melodies / mad and misused
play the piano on my ribcage and sing your sadist tunes
this little rib went crack crack crack
everything in the room faded to black, black, black
what a bitter hymn oh and there is nothing holy about this
beetroot is red because you beat the root of me dead so tell me
where is your god?
i think i set him on fire with the acid in my chest
my blood is scathing / possessed
i drew a cross on his forehead with what i had left
monsters are manufactured; a product, you see
a deformed social escapee
non-conformist unmoral idiosyncrasies

laboratory rats

setting the world on fire with gasoline and dynamite
study the ill mind of a structureless parasite
understand that monsters are manufactured,
and they were once
just like you
THEY'RE EVERYWHERE
In the church grounds my dress lifted up
Eggshell skin, knees unsound
Where lovers are stitched together
I wanted something to fill my mind?
You filled me with unmoral thoughts
The ocean of our language was delicate nectar
I held hands with the clouds , as you held the power
On patches of dirt where birds had laid I undress
Fragile as a robins egg, opening my mouth to be fed
If I sprouted feathers would I fly away?
Trembling hands but I was always reassured
At times the yellow sheet under the apple tree felt like love
You tell me I'm helpful and dependable
I think of sunshine and fireflies
Put me in a jar keep me safe free from scars
I feel voiceless this Sunday afternoon
I have always been taught to respect and listen to my elders
You tell such beautiful lies
The spine  of the bible is wounded with lovers lace
Blue-veined fingers became familiar with my breast
A gold band rests upon my pelvic bone sunken like a peaked *****
I collect the mucus and blood the eye of the needle is to small
Some things can never be sewn back up
Harmony Sapphire Jan 2015
Evil beings are heartless.
Evil has many faces.
All ages, sexes, & races.
Sadistic nature.
Everyday someone somewhere dies.
Who knows why.
Besides having mortal lives.
Crazy guys fate constist of abuse, fear & hate.
Criminal's crimes they always try.
Pathological constant told lies.
Greed never waits.
Hypocrites aren't great.
Justice is always late.
Unclean & unmoral.
Creating grief, despair, chaos, & turmoil. Unseen danger & deceit.
Be careful Who You meet.
Boast opinions injustice wins.
The devil sings......HEARTACHE it brings.
I hate the sinful destruction & corruption violates.
Contaminates my empty plate.
© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved,
Eric Fraley Feb 2018
S.O.S.

We all used to fear the dark whether we admit it or not.
Just take a few seconds to develop your thoughts…
We used to fear getting lost
The fear of never being found
But then we grow up and our fears are flipped upside-down…
We went from being afraid of the dark,
To fearing spiders,
Then turn 18 and begin going out late,
Pulling all-nighters…
Now let's just think...
Sit-back…
And realize,
Other people could be our real-de-mise…
And since we're now talking about real-life,
Let's look at who's committed the most crimes…
And determine where evil sins really-have-been.
Terrorism provoked by optimism.
A race unwilling to combat conflict without bloodshed.
Unwilling in the fulfilling of world peace…
But instead…
Prefer to count the number of dead…
I am not afraid of the boogie man,
I am afraid of the rich man,
The religious man,
The army man and yes…
Even the police man,
And I know plenty of other people who also aren't a big fan…
I'm terrified because I just can’t-see-why…
So many people die within the borders of a country…
Protected by one of the world’s strongest military.



You see if I become a soldier,
The boogie man may not catch me but a bullet sure can.
Fathers and sons fighting to defend from the outside world…
One we think's so cold...
When children in our own schools have been on the receiving end…
Of gun men.
We look at the world around us and provoke hate,
Yet demand so much peace …
Then behind a closed gate  
We advance weaponry…
To greaten the casualties of our enemies...
Rather than promote farm fields in starving countries.
Think about this…
Now let's look at the sadistic statistics…
Two million seven hundred fifty-six thousand one hundred and fifty-three
That's how many human beings were killed in the in Conflicts Involving the Americans ever since the Revolutionary War happened...
Back in Seventeen Seventy-Five to the present-day Isis,
Not to mention,
The one war with the most casualties and gore
Is known to have the word civil in it and...
Started only because we were enslaving other men…
Need I say more ...
Don’t you wish we could rewind time?
Talk out the problems and maybe all those people would be fine…
Rather than found dead,
Counted,
Then put in a record sheet of weaponry…
To create an effective deterrent against a World-War-3…



We all know somewhere more evil will emerge
Encourage violence…
Form alliances…
And then eventually overpower provinces…
Before anyone deemed powerful can stop-all-this.
Now I’m not saying humanities a monster,
And the only threat to humanity is our own lack of civility,
Even though we hide nukes like every other powerful country,
Or that every American politician emphasizes on the greatness of education…
Yet lack willingness to lower the tuition…
And instead, raises it above the workingman's paycheck.
Causing them to slave on the weekends,
Feeling tired like he’s at his weakest,
Instead of spending time working on his dreams which are now just old friends.
Or the fact everyone blames our access to guns for crimes of society and then begin to obsess
When actually,
Way back when…
Firearms were created by men
Such pointlessness…
How everyone's so unserious and delirious…
Over the lifelessness of our distant relatives,
Our unofficial cousins and sacred brotherin.
WE ARE ONE RACE…
The Human Race,
And I can honestly say that the evil of humanity …
   Seems to outweigh the good when it comes to reality …


We all may hear these words and realize them but there truly just a warning.
You see I’ve been dreaming….
That this generation makes up for humanities sins,
Not punished with pain but are rewarded for kindness,
The reward of fixed bricks of a world rather than ones broke and crumbling; Stacked in an unstable mix of pain suffering lies and tricks.
You have it in you to stay true to what is good and what is great,
All I'm asking is not to succumb to the same fate…
Caused and created by the corrupt governments and dictatorships,
By racist haters and religious degraders,
The unimaginative politician,
The biased lawmen, and created by
Destructive weapons wielded by unmoral nations.
We are America
The land of the free,
Don't be afraid to be young and naive.
Let's make this the world of the free,
Rather than a world full of greed and one so full of need
But one closed off to the free will of evil….
“Freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed” Said Martin Luther King Junior.
If only people had realized his words sooner.
He is an example that one man can change the world.
Don't let a destiny created by others unfold and take hold,
Sometimes a man must first walk alone and on his own path to show simply that he can,
And remember
Life won’t get easier…
You’ll just get stronger,
Holding onto dreams a lot longer than most can ponder so let's allow
Knowledge,
Success,
and Kindness…
Become the roots of our Happiness.
Because right now…
It’s just not fair you see…
That all these blaring sirens…
Are drowning out the sounds…
Of our sanctuary

I sincerely hope this is only temporary
Sirens Over Sanctuaries  is a spoken word speech that I wrote when I was a freshman in high school.
Sorrow Cain Sep 2015
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Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Humans are shallow,
No matter what you do.

For they will help you,
When you are in need,
But just so they don't have,
To see you bleed.

Roses are paling,
Violets are drying,
Blue eyes, blue heart,
No wonder you're not crying.

You might hear my voice,
But not the plea behind,
Or you just ignored it,
Afraid of what you will find.

Roses are dead,
Violets are dying,
If people were shadows,
Yours would be shining.

But not with light,
But shining dark blue,
For this shows your heart,
All the unmoral things you do.

I hope you will someday,
Overcome your mind,
And let your light shine through,
Escape your emotional bind.

— The End —