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Alexander K Opicho (Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected]) It is the 30th day of the months in Kenya State and corporate capitalist have now paid their workers Wages or salaries or stipends or emoluments all being remunerations While the rural bourgeoisie and urban bourgeoisie have also paid ex-gratia To relatives come over-aged workers who have declined retiring For the fear of looming starvation if at all they go home, where they were born, Nonetheless; proceed they receive will do nothing whatsoever As it will be stifled by the monster of desperate consumerism; So fat and gullible in this tiger of land in the region called Kenya; The terror peddling rent, courtesy of ruthlessness of the landlord Bills of electric power in their full monopolistic gear Bills of water devoid of quality, indifferent dysentery monger Wages for maid who keep on usurping the food of my child; milk Bills for gas, all of it redolent of comprador bourgeoisie in fashion, Hotel and bar bill - a surreptious one, as the bar girl only knows Airtime and renewal, TV channels and other screen capitalistic ploys Family trip to local resort in a feat of foolish consumerist venture, Money to the old mother at home and, sometimes depraved but patient father ARV’s money to my *** aids stricken sister at the village, my aunt also Tuition fees for my son at the kindergarten, who goes to schools but learns nothing fees balance which my wife has to pay at the tailor to ransom out her dress, M-Pesa and M-Swari loan repayment, this only for Kenyan 30th dayers They know the agony of dealing with Kenyan mega-capitalist safaricom ltd. This consumerism and **** consumerism, It is the menacing bane of the Kenyan poor It is the avaricious tube which siphons back The hard earned money from pockets of the poor Back to despotic account of the pitiless world pigshotry.
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Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 9:35 AM UTC
END MONTHS CONSUMERISM
Alexander K Opicho (Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected]) It is the 30th day of the months in Kenya State and corporate capitalist have now paid their workers Wages or salaries or stipends or emoluments all being remunerations While the rural bourgeoisie and urban bourgeoisie have also paid ex-gratia To relatives come over-aged workers who have declined retiring For the fear of looming starvation if at all they go home, where they were born, Nonetheless; proceed they receive will do nothing whatsoever As it will be stifled by the monster of desperate consumerism; So fat and gullible in this tiger of land in the region called Kenya; The terror peddling rent, courtesy of ruthlessness of the landlord Bills of electric power in their full monopolistic gear Bills of water devoid of quality, indifferent dysentery monger Wages for maid who keep on usurping the food of my child; milk Bills for gas, all of it redolent of comprador bourgeoisie in fashion, Hotel and bar bill - a surreptious one, as the bar girl only knows Airtime and renewal, TV channels and other screen capitalistic ploys Family trip to local resort in a feat of foolish consumerist venture, Money to the old mother at home and, sometimes depraved but patient father ARV’s money to my *** aids stricken sister at the village, my aunt also Tuition fees for my son at the kindergarten, who goes to schools but learns nothing fees balance which my wife has to pay at the tailor to ransom out her dress, M-Pesa and M-Swari loan repayment, this only for Kenyan 30th dayers They know the agony of dealing with Kenyan mega-capitalist safaricom ltd. This consumerism and **** consumerism, It is the menacing bane of the Kenyan poor It is the avaricious tube which siphons back The hard earned money from pockets of the poor Back to despotic account of the pitiless world pigshotry.
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A kid wakes up; tuns on the news Sees the Texas police killing children again What can I tell you?  You the few Does anybody listen here, my friend So this kid he gets a brainstorm Let's keep killing more and more I know I can be just like them I'll go to school; **** all my friends And it's Monkey See, Monkey Do Inspiration is so cool Monkey See, Monkey Do I'm a killer, how 'bout you Where are all the fearless leaders? Ain't there anybody left? No, not that kid from jersey Mobsters really aren't best All politicians are are sinkholes Usurping monies for their parties It makes this country one big stink-hole You know behind their backs they're farting They passed the rest of all the guns out More More More is all they shout-shout This is great for all the children Who sit scared shit-less at every grade school but it's Monkey see, Monkey do One good leader showed us to Monkey see, Monkey do I'm a killer, how 'bout you?
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 7:16 AM UTC
Monkey See, Monkey Do
Ornery odious ordinate ostensive opulence ornate optimal Motivity meatus meticulous morsel moribund mendacity monstrance Lucidity lingam loquacity longevous licentious lurid languishing Votary volition verve venery vector vauntness vast Talismanically telepathy tantamount terrestrial tellurian transition tractive Idolatry -ics incus ictus ichor icon icky Yogi yowl yore yoni yerk yenta yantra Gimpy gesticulation genre gestational glitch genuflection grandiose Dastardly douceur denouement denigrational deplorable despicable desperate Paltry potentate portentous plagiaristic pandemic plenipotentiary plenary Jouncy jocular jeopardy jettison jurisprudence jaunt juxtaposition Ramify repartee radix recital rectitude rendition repertoire Beastly bartizan bodacious belligerent brusque blatant blasphemously Enmity exigency exacerbation extemporaneous edifice eulogy exoneration Zoolatry zoomorphic zilch Zephyr zoic zygosity zealotry Sultry solace subtlety substantiation suborn subliminal sensorium Unity ultimatum usurping unfathomable uncanny unbridled unary ***** hornswoggle horizon huckster homogeny holistic heuristic Nugatory notch nostrum notorious nihilism nimiety nimbus Wrathy wreak wroth wrought wrest wrangle warranty Artistry autonomy articulation agility acuity asperity acerbity Keeky kangaroo court kowtow kobold kleptomania kinetics kinesiology Xylography xenophile xerophilous xylophagous xylem xanadu xenobiotic Critically credibility critique coercion conjugational conjunctive corporeal Queasy quasi quantum quintessence quagmire quixotic quantify Flighty flippant flamboyance faux pas fornicatious fictitious finite
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Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 5:31 AM UTC
Iconoclasm
Ornery odious ordinate ostensive opulence ornate optimal Motivity meatus meticulous morsel moribund mendacity monstrance Lucidity lingam loquacity longevous licentious lurid languishing Votary volition verve venery vector vauntness vast Talismanically telepathy tantamount terrestrial tellurian transition tractive Idolatry -ics incus ictus ichor icon icky Yogi yowl yore yoni yerk yenta yantra Gimpy gesticulation genre gestational glitch genuflection grandiose Dastardly douceur denouement denigrational deplorable despicable desperate Paltry potentate portentous plagiaristic pandemic plenipotentiary plenary Jouncy jocular jeopardy jettison jurisprudence jaunt juxtaposition Ramify repartee radix recital rectitude rendition repertoire Beastly bartizan bodacious belligerent brusque blatant blasphemously Enmity exigency exacerbation extemporaneous edifice eulogy exoneration Zoolatry zoomorphic zilch Zephyr zoic zygosity zealotry Sultry solace subtlety substantiation suborn subliminal sensorium Unity ultimatum usurping unfathomable uncanny unbridled unary ***** hornswoggle horizon huckster homogeny holistic heuristic Nugatory notch nostrum notorious nihilism nimiety nimbus Wrathy wreak wroth wrought wrest wrangle warranty Artistry autonomy articulation agility acuity asperity acerbity Keeky kangaroo court kowtow kobold kleptomania kinetics kinesiology Xylography xenophile xerophilous xylophagous xylem xanadu xenobiotic Critically credibility critique coercion conjugational conjunctive corporeal Queasy quasi quantum quintessence quagmire quixotic quantify Flighty flippant flamboyance faux pas fornicatious fictitious finite
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Finite fictitious fornicatious faux pas flamboyance flippant flighty Quantify quixotic quagmire quintessence quantum quasi queasy Corporeal conjunctive conjugational coercion critique credibility critically Xenobiotic xanadu xylem xylophagous xerophilous xenophile xylography Kinesiology kinetics kleptomania kobold kowtow kangaroo court keeky             Acerbity asperity acuity agility articulation autonomy artistry Warranty wrangle wrest wrought wroth wreak wrathy Nimbus nimiety nihilism notorious nostrum notch nugatory Heuristic holistic homogeny huckster horizon hornswoggle ***** Unary unbridled uncanny unfathomable usurping ultimatum unity Sensorium subliminal suborn substantiation subtlety solace sultry Zealotry zygosity zoic Zephyr zilch  zoomorphic  zoolatry Exoneration eulogy edifice extemporaneous exaserbational exigency enmity Blasphemously blatant brusque belligerent bodacious bartizan beastly Repertoire rendition rectitude recital radix repartee ramify Juxtaposition jaunt jurisprudence jettison jeopardy jocular jouncy Plenary plenipotentiary pandemic plagiaristic portentous potentate paltry                      Desperate despicable deplorable denigrational denouement douceur dastardly Grandiose genuflection glitch gestational genre gesticulation gimpy Yantra yenta yerk yoni yore yowl yogi Icky icon ichor ictus incus -ics idolatry Tractive transition tellurian terrestrial tantamount telepathy talismanically Vast vauntness vector venery verve volition votary Languishing lurid licentious longevous loquacity lingam lucidity                                 Monstrance mendacity moribund morsel meticulous meatus motivity Optimal ornate opulence ostensive ordinate odious ornery
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Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 5:48 AM UTC
Iconoclasm Epithet
Finite fictitious fornicatious faux pas flamboyance flippant flighty Quantify quixotic quagmire quintessence quantum quasi queasy Corporeal conjunctive conjugational coercion critique credibility critically Xenobiotic xanadu xylem xylophagous xerophilous xenophile xylography Kinesiology kinetics kleptomania kobold kowtow kangaroo court keeky             Acerbity asperity acuity agility articulation autonomy artistry Warranty wrangle wrest wrought wroth wreak wrathy Nimbus nimiety nihilism notorious nostrum notch nugatory Heuristic holistic homogeny huckster horizon hornswoggle ***** Unary unbridled uncanny unfathomable usurping ultimatum unity Sensorium subliminal suborn substantiation subtlety solace sultry Zealotry zygosity zoic Zephyr zilch  zoomorphic  zoolatry Exoneration eulogy edifice extemporaneous exaserbational exigency enmity Blasphemously blatant brusque belligerent bodacious bartizan beastly Repertoire rendition rectitude recital radix repartee ramify Juxtaposition jaunt jurisprudence jettison jeopardy jocular jouncy Plenary plenipotentiary pandemic plagiaristic portentous potentate paltry                      Desperate despicable deplorable denigrational denouement douceur dastardly Grandiose genuflection glitch gestational genre gesticulation gimpy Yantra yenta yerk yoni yore yowl yogi Icky icon ichor ictus incus -ics idolatry Tractive transition tellurian terrestrial tantamount telepathy talismanically Vast vauntness vector venery verve volition votary Languishing lurid licentious longevous loquacity lingam lucidity                                 Monstrance mendacity moribund morsel meticulous meatus motivity Optimal ornate opulence ostensive ordinate odious ornery
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.*i guess a loss of subscriptions is, somehow, a badge of honor, namely? i somehow managed to attach a screwdriver to my words... why? read below... English women consider motherhood to be a job... how ******* demeaning! gone are the days of womanhood attaining the stature of god, in the Christian methodology of encompassing the pivot of lady Madonna... perhaps a too high peddle-stool? i guess so... i'm not usurping the female status, but elevating a female stature, deeming motherhood an UNESCO status? seems it's too much... for some people... who make it necessary to befriend their shadow, and travel to the hinterlands.* just your atypical pedantry, a translator's subscript comment - who's richard rojcewicz's... regarding what? heidegger...        das volk,       and the three derivatives - volkhaft (populist),        volklich (communal) und?            völkisch (folkish) - i'm starting to suspect that i'm tapping in the all things folk.... unconsciously, favoring folk music...    see, us central europeans, we bunch together and share the most odd similarities -    i never thought that the song herr mannelig could be translated from Swedish - as it was translated into German... then again... Vikings founded Kiev... and all these loan-words of Germanic origin in Polish...     the only Anglo loan-word that i know of, is, weekend... hence, das volk, people -    by the way... German has "too many" definite articles,    and only one ein - or eine - is that the same rule as in Ęnglish? i.e. N                  in an example,    rather than in a counter example?    two vowels adjacent in separate word, sitting across from the grand chasm of... a spacing itch? but look at German, i never get it... DAS DIE DER...              is there an aesthetic difference, and only an aesthetic difference to mind?         bewildering... if there is such a thing as a western civilization...    that sometime     pompous obnoxiousness, fair enough... no problem:    but learn to hide it,            feel it, rather then feed it... it's not a question of a civilization, but more...     an answer to what is less civilization, and more... a chore... just like western women, notably the english women call motherhood a, "job"...                    it's a... wait... a job? doubt was big in classic philosophy of the Cartesian schematic... so no one knows that the French existentialists brought in negation,     as the driving force to replace doubt?               who the hell sees doubt these days?     either the know it alles - or the hush-hush crowd...            motherhood is a... job? well... then i guess, being a man... western civilization, by that standard of logic...    can't be anything more...    than a.... ******* chore!
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Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 8:33 AM UTC
das volk (translator's note)
.*i guess a loss of subscriptions is, somehow, a badge of honor, namely? i somehow managed to attach a screwdriver to my words... why? read below... English women consider motherhood to be a job... how ******* demeaning! gone are the days of womanhood attaining the stature of god, in the Christian methodology of encompassing the pivot of lady Madonna... perhaps a too high peddle-stool? i guess so... i'm not usurping the female status, but elevating a female stature, deeming motherhood an UNESCO status? seems it's too much... for some people... who make it necessary to befriend their shadow, and travel to the hinterlands.* just your atypical pedantry, a translator's subscript comment - who's richard rojcewicz's... regarding what? heidegger...        das volk,       and the three derivatives - volkhaft (populist),        volklich (communal) und?            völkisch (folkish) - i'm starting to suspect that i'm tapping in the all things folk.... unconsciously, favoring folk music...    see, us central europeans, we bunch together and share the most odd similarities -    i never thought that the song herr mannelig could be translated from Swedish - as it was translated into German... then again... Vikings founded Kiev... and all these loan-words of Germanic origin in Polish...     the only Anglo loan-word that i know of, is, weekend... hence, das volk, people -    by the way... German has "too many" definite articles,    and only one ein - or eine - is that the same rule as in Ęnglish? i.e. N                  in an example,    rather than in a counter example?    two vowels adjacent in separate word, sitting across from the grand chasm of... a spacing itch? but look at German, i never get it... DAS DIE DER...              is there an aesthetic difference, and only an aesthetic difference to mind?         bewildering... if there is such a thing as a western civilization...    that sometime     pompous obnoxiousness, fair enough... no problem:    but learn to hide it,            feel it, rather then feed it... it's not a question of a civilization, but more...     an answer to what is less civilization, and more... a chore... just like western women, notably the english women call motherhood a, "job"...                    it's a... wait... a job? doubt was big in classic philosophy of the Cartesian schematic... so no one knows that the French existentialists brought in negation,     as the driving force to replace doubt?               who the hell sees doubt these days?     either the know it alles - or the hush-hush crowd...            motherhood is a... job? well... then i guess, being a man... western civilization, by that standard of logic...    can't be anything more...    than a.... ******* chore!
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Oizys, son From behind the leaves, I saw you, trembling In your presence, your power strengthening In the empty, midnight parking lot While the street lights hummed And moths danced around your illuminated frame You turned slowly, onyx eyes of shame And dirtied bare feet, male hair long and white The street lights flickered when you blinked and cried bitterly And I saw, for my first time, the eyes of Misery Achyls, daughter You were in an empty field No premonitions did you wield An ancient silo in the distance Leaning over a chasm black lamb Dark skinned, dressed in black robes With tribal painted face Digging earthen fingers into its black lace When you looked up, I saw your cloudy eyes Churning of a storm, cataract yet wise Your lamb had absent vapored eyeballs The Mist of Death made my skin crawl Hypnos, son Secluded in a cave by the sea A silent, empty place to be While gray waves crash into jetties The clouds gather in the distance Poppies at the mouth changing time in an instance I go in your palace and rub my cold skin For pulsing blue glows from deeper within You, a lanky youth, with thick brown hair and heavy eyes Sit there with a paper mask Illuminated by the penetrating glow In the center, surrounded by whale bones Humming a song I remember fondly You trapped me in your Dreams, singing lullabies softly Eris, daughter Violates a bedroom with utmost hate There are paintings of kings and statues of satyrs Pillows of silk and animals on the walls Usurping the gold clawed palace Silent but kicking and throwing with malice With black skin covered in a chalky white substance I peek through the crack in the mansion’s door Lips formed in a silent shout, you notice my presence Naked and bruised and plagued with no voice Suddenly stops and lays against a ****** wall Through your electric black hair And fiery red stare I witness a Child of Spite Woman of Strife Nyx, mother I am a crawling shadow of trees And wicked heart of night I am the wax on the cold leaves And the glow of the moon’s light
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Apr 30, 2011
Apr 30, 2011 at 7:24 PM UTC
Primordial Children of Nyx
Oizys, son From behind the leaves, I saw you, trembling In your presence, your power strengthening In the empty, midnight parking lot While the street lights hummed And moths danced around your illuminated frame You turned slowly, onyx eyes of shame And dirtied bare feet, male hair long and white The street lights flickered when you blinked and cried bitterly And I saw, for my first time, the eyes of Misery Achyls, daughter You were in an empty field No premonitions did you wield An ancient silo in the distance Leaning over a chasm black lamb Dark skinned, dressed in black robes With tribal painted face Digging earthen fingers into its black lace When you looked up, I saw your cloudy eyes Churning of a storm, cataract yet wise Your lamb had absent vapored eyeballs The Mist of Death made my skin crawl Hypnos, son Secluded in a cave by the sea A silent, empty place to be While gray waves crash into jetties The clouds gather in the distance Poppies at the mouth changing time in an instance I go in your palace and rub my cold skin For pulsing blue glows from deeper within You, a lanky youth, with thick brown hair and heavy eyes Sit there with a paper mask Illuminated by the penetrating glow In the center, surrounded by whale bones Humming a song I remember fondly You trapped me in your Dreams, singing lullabies softly Eris, daughter Violates a bedroom with utmost hate There are paintings of kings and statues of satyrs Pillows of silk and animals on the walls Usurping the gold clawed palace Silent but kicking and throwing with malice With black skin covered in a chalky white substance I peek through the crack in the mansion’s door Lips formed in a silent shout, you notice my presence Naked and bruised and plagued with no voice Suddenly stops and lays against a ****** wall Through your electric black hair And fiery red stare I witness a Child of Spite Woman of Strife Nyx, mother I am a crawling shadow of trees And wicked heart of night I am the wax on the cold leaves And the glow of the moon’s light
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Tonight I flicker dimmer than most I'm alone with everyone here Stabbing their plates and proposing their toasts Tonight I feel my wings but they're in cuffs I'm alone with everyone here Speaking their words, laughing their laughs Tonight I bear the arrows of discreet little leers I'm alone with everyone here Silently goading me with their mocks and jeers Tonight I hear whispers muttered inaudible I'm alone with everyone here Inconspicuous fingers pointed under tables Tonight I write but my ink weighs heavy I'm alone with everyone here They pile on my thoughts, usurping the calm... Inciting a mind full of anarchy
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Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 11:05 AM UTC
(Un)Alone
Monday It has come to my attention, that someone has been stealing from the communal fridge. I notice that my own personal milk with my name on the bottle is half empty, also three fingers of my kitkat are missing. Please refrain, or action will be taken. Tuesday It has come to my attention, and I’m pleasantly surprised to see my milk has been topped up, though, why two fingers of my kitkat in a V sign beggars belief. Just tasted my milk, you ***** ******* I will now be monitoring the fridge from my office. You will be caught. Wednesday It has come to my attention, the camera monitoring the fridge is now monitoring the ladies toilet. This is intolerable, you are usurping my authority. Heads will roll. I will now be moving the fridge into my office till further notice. Thursday It has come to my attention, my office has been penetrated, the fridge is missing, and I find a ransom note on my desk. I don’t know who you people think you're dealing with, but let me leave you in no doubt, I will find out who you are, and you will be dismissed. Friday It has come to my attention, a delivery of fifty fridges is cluttering up the whole building, management is going ballistic. I concede to your demands, please get rid of them. Let us get back to you taking my milk and my biscuits, my job, my life. Just leave me alone. Thank you.
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 5:23 AM UTC
The Fridge.
On a crazy high, I share whole of  myself with you, gladly your melting heart I took over fully, do you feel it as a loss? when love makes us so insane,  we go berserk like wild fire, avaricious kids, now we are,  usurping each other in parts, where will it all lead, my love, baffling it is, but elating all the same would we be just the same ,or less; perhaps more than what before?
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 6:27 PM UTC
Where does this crazy love take us?
*Deadly deluded deceitful demon's of:  inter-racial racism; murderous religiosity; frightful jealous hackings; tribally usurping genocides;  atrocious political strength-of-arms; invading ferocity; selfish presidential reasoning; Springs cut Irises - dripping vital red not purple, far from my window; self-effacing prime ministerial decrees of war; sanctioned moves by greedy banker pawns; designer labelled terrorism; War, a game now called 'Texas Billionaires Commodity'; a countries paid survival; seeded maniacal jealousy; globalisation's murdering grandiose; grandiloquent made walking bombaster(s) ; revenger mob leaders; our taxed Fools World !? Globalisation - orchestrated profiteers, betting our losses*
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May 21, 2010
May 21, 2010 at 11:16 PM UTC
Monsters
Usurping feelings of disappointment hit me like a sea of daggers. These thoughts uncontrollable. My doubts hold me back and I am scared. Your thoughts of her. They hurt. They cut me like a knife. Am I not enough to keep her out of your head. These doubts make me feel like I am not good enough. Will I ever be? I cry on the inside every night because I love you so. But my fears weigh on my shoulders like heavy mountains. Will she always be a third wheel in your head. Will she consume your love again. Please don't push me out like you did once before. For if I lose you I lose my world. Please don't let me drown in these sea of doubts. For they will **** everything that you made good. Please leave her in the past and move forward with me. Let me feel that you love me and pull me out of this fog of doubts. Make them all vanish. Ease my aching heart.......
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Feb 25, 2010
Feb 25, 2010 at 5:37 AM UTC
Doubts
i catch a whiff of sins lethal pheromone allow it to seep into my passages, in, out usurping my discretion, ensnaring my heart it dances up the vacuum of my mind and plants a delicate kiss, seducing my morals i succumb to its power, too delicious to resist and allow this corrupted spot fester to its death by dawn it consumes my once virtuous soul i kiss farewell to the pure cherub of my past
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Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 12:32 AM UTC
goodnight white
The best thing about me is that I'm mute I can say whatever I like and no one seems to hear me I like being mute I don't feel the guilt of my words Because they go unnoticed The best thing about being mute Is that I can throw my voice around And I can scream my words of pain eloquently crafted into the night And I'm not deemed, "drama queen of the year," The best thing about being mute Is that I can I sing "Hurt" at Joan Sutherland volume And the only thing suspected Is that I'm widening my range Becoming well-rounded in my repertoire The best thing about being mute Is that when I'm approached by my comrade Four years my junior And am scolded for not taking care of what I was "supposed to" And now HE must bear the burden of my carelessness and selfish tendencies I can drop my vacuum and set down my washing Beseech him to not use those words against me again And am later chastised for usurping my lieutenant's role Out of personal, hormonal hurt No-one suspects The fact that I am scolded in this way Means that they don't hear And that's when I start to wonder When my throat is sore and my lungs ache If I'm not really mute at all And if they're just deaf The best thing about being mute Is that no one hears me at all No fingers of shame and eyes of admonishment are cast The best thing about being mute Is that I can look in the mirror and tell myself, "I'm strong" "I'm smart" "I'm generous" "I can do it" But the words mean nothing If there is no fog of breath Ghosted against the glass
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May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 1:13 PM UTC
Mute
The best thing about me is that I'm mute I can say whatever I like and no one seems to hear me I like being mute I don't feel the guilt of my words Because they go unnoticed The best thing about being mute Is that I can throw my voice around And I can scream my words of pain eloquently crafted into the night And I'm not deemed, "drama queen of the year," The best thing about being mute Is that I can I sing "Hurt" at Joan Sutherland volume And the only thing suspected Is that I'm widening my range Becoming well-rounded in my repertoire The best thing about being mute Is that when I'm approached by my comrade Four years my junior And am scolded for not taking care of what I was "supposed to" And now HE must bear the burden of my carelessness and selfish tendencies I can drop my vacuum and set down my washing Beseech him to not use those words against me again And am later chastised for usurping my lieutenant's role Out of personal, hormonal hurt No-one suspects The fact that I am scolded in this way Means that they don't hear And that's when I start to wonder When my throat is sore and my lungs ache If I'm not really mute at all And if they're just deaf The best thing about being mute Is that no one hears me at all No fingers of shame and eyes of admonishment are cast The best thing about being mute Is that I can look in the mirror and tell myself, "I'm strong" "I'm smart" "I'm generous" "I can do it" But the words mean nothing If there is no fog of breath Ghosted against the glass
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though their forces were small in stature their vision was of towering height they'd not be denied their tribal territories they belonged to the ancestral peoples the mountains of conviction they had in their beings were of resistance to the white man's unwarranted usurping histories pages have their feats recorded for all to see they were feats of great bravery the mountains of conviction flowed in their blood and it flowed as a massive flood they lost the battle for their tribal territories but they honored their ancestral pedigree the French the British the Dutch the white men took the lands from the indigenous man's hand the mountains of conviction were there in spades but the tribal people couldn't sustain the colonialists endless raids
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Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 7:05 PM UTC
The Mountains Of Conviction
Should I write a poem of sappy love/ Teenage emotion gone on a sneak-away ride/ Visigoth hormones usurping my pen, again/ Sad memories of those girls, oh, those girls/ High School dances like small caliber holes in my heart/ No exit wounds, the lipstick bullets fester in me/ Music so loud I can not hear her giggle to her coven/ About the way I tried to kiss her/ In the gym, in public/ Where all the Cool boys might see? Or Should I, forty years later, just walk my dog/ And whistle as I bag up her **** Enjoying the evening as we walk/ While she wags and is happy to be here/ Beside me, regardless of my haircut/ Or the horsepower of my car?/ Why start now? I never cared then/ About them, the Loud Pretty ones/ With the guns aimed at my heart/ The only thing they knew how to do was shoot and run/ Where's the fun in that?/ Come on back, ladies.../ I have years of dog-poop waiting for you.
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Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 12:42 AM UTC
From a Gentleman Who Always Carries Extra Plastic Bags In His Pocket
Stay, rivulet, nor haste to leave The lovely vale that lies around thee. Why wouldst thou be a sea at eve, When but a fount the morning found thee? Born when the skies began to glow, Humblest of all the rock's cold daughters, No blossom bowed its stalk to show Where stole thy still and scanty waters. Now on thy stream the noonbeams look, Usurping, as thou downward driftest, Its crystal from the clearest brook, Its rushing current from the swiftest. Ah! what wild haste!--and all to be A river and expire in ocean. Each fountain's tribute hurries thee To that vast grave with quicker motion. Far better 'twere to linger still In this green vale, these flowers to cherish, And die in peace, an aged rill, Than thus, a youthful Danube, perish.
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From The Spanish Of Pedro De Castro Y Anaya
They nickel and dime me So money can't find me While debt keeps climbing With inconvenient timing A note reading foreclosure Spells my doom As a realtor's brochure Sells my room Poverty looms Over my head As everything is taken Even the bread And what I use to bake it They come with a gun Demanding that I run They tell me I can't stay here Police presence engenders fear So this place I once held dear Will no longer be near And the bank Maintains rank Over the poor Locking the door So I hit the floor Hatred in my core I adopt an attitude Of eat or be eaten This simple platitude Will get me beaten Money isn't that hard to make If that's all you're trying to do Yet they take all they can take Like they've got something to prove They don't mind Separating bees from the hive Power is control money buys So the rich are seen as wise Even if they're destroying the world Forcing families from their homes And now the rocks they hurl Are delivered by drones From lethality to loans We're stripped to the bone And feel all alone On a planet of exploitation It's tough to live the full duration When we're stuck at a bus station Called placation Where the wealthy do what they want Because they have money to flaunt Giving them status and power To build their ivory tower By evicting delinquents And bombing huts A dog-like sequence We're treated like mutts The cumulus accumulate Usurping heaven's gate Creating a second rate Decrepit estate For us to deflate Into a state Of hate And wait For a mate To feel great So our slate Has low weight But once it gets late We ask for a rebate We run for the frivolous But that fun is insidious And it's slowly killing us From emptiness filling us We withdraw into shells Of similar mundane hells Until the bank comes knocking Then into the streets we're flocking While they're progress blocking And pistol cocking We kneel and worship them Begging for mercy They're the problem's stem Yet we wear their jersey Which is absolute insanity But money controls humanity
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Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 12:57 AM UTC
Foreclosure
They nickel and dime me So money can't find me While debt keeps climbing With inconvenient timing A note reading foreclosure Spells my doom As a realtor's brochure Sells my room Poverty looms Over my head As everything is taken Even the bread And what I use to bake it They come with a gun Demanding that I run They tell me I can't stay here Police presence engenders fear So this place I once held dear Will no longer be near And the bank Maintains rank Over the poor Locking the door So I hit the floor Hatred in my core I adopt an attitude Of eat or be eaten This simple platitude Will get me beaten Money isn't that hard to make If that's all you're trying to do Yet they take all they can take Like they've got something to prove They don't mind Separating bees from the hive Power is control money buys So the rich are seen as wise Even if they're destroying the world Forcing families from their homes And now the rocks they hurl Are delivered by drones From lethality to loans We're stripped to the bone And feel all alone On a planet of exploitation It's tough to live the full duration When we're stuck at a bus station Called placation Where the wealthy do what they want Because they have money to flaunt Giving them status and power To build their ivory tower By evicting delinquents And bombing huts A dog-like sequence We're treated like mutts The cumulus accumulate Usurping heaven's gate Creating a second rate Decrepit estate For us to deflate Into a state Of hate And wait For a mate To feel great So our slate Has low weight But once it gets late We ask for a rebate We run for the frivolous But that fun is insidious And it's slowly killing us From emptiness filling us We withdraw into shells Of similar mundane hells Until the bank comes knocking Then into the streets we're flocking While they're progress blocking And pistol cocking We kneel and worship them Begging for mercy They're the problem's stem Yet we wear their jersey Which is absolute insanity But money controls humanity
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it's not a memorisable lullaby, i don't want to write poetry that requires memorisation by school children; perhaps a riddle, perhaps a jigsaw, perhaps an awakening after the words dig in from their arrangement into your own usage, distinguished. these days, someone on a social strata of being absolved might require a concerned dis-involvement from nouns, and thus juggle the pronouns, over-use pronouns to remain politically accurate and sound, for to replace nouns with pronouns would bleach people, entrapped in the constant affirmative of something they once owned but were dispossessed of, they do that, they stress the usage of pronouns by a relief a diet of noun usage, so that a Pakistani dare not use the associations of the noun that might decipher his skin as cinnamon in writing, unless it be pronoun inclusive and noun exclusive, so as modern society teaches: become pronoun users with a few distinguishing nouns congregating, don't learn carboxylic, don't learn onomatopoeia... keep up with the bleak egoism that states: not so much self-interest, but over-pronoun-use and a lack of nouns, or if used, reduced to quizzes of crosswords with antonyms and synonyms pronounced; he who confesses to censoring noun usage will control the pronoun category by usurping noun usage freely with a censored usage that will only provoke counter-nouns / slang / encoding / the need for surveillance.
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Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 1:02 PM UTC
diplomatic anonymity
Shut up in abysmal oblivion to the millio(nth) degree Shoot up the drug writhes, pulsating through my veins Usurping my brain as my visual modality turns inward awakening my inner eye Mentally breaks the binding constraints finding my center, I enter the void Then I shoot off in space and time inserting my Mind someplace light years away from reality Inert I remain And what was once pain and indifference Has become Upshot in transcending zen To the point of omniscience
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Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 3:16 PM UTC
Astral Projection
Immortal Heat, O let Thy greater flame Attract the lesser to it; let those fires Which shall consume the world first make it tame, And kindle in our hearts such true desires. As may consume our lusts, and make Thee way: Then shall our hearts pant Thee, then shall our brain All her invention on Thine altar lay, And there in hymns send back Thy fire again. Our eyes shall see Thee, which before saw dust, Dust blown by wit, till that they both were blind: Thou shalt recover all Thy goods in kind, Who wert disseized by usurping lust: All knees shall bow to Thee; all wits shall rise, And praise Him Who did make and mend our eyes.
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Love (II)
Did you not take my breath away The one gift you can not give and still stay Tethered born from belly connect and belly torn Did I not thrive for life suckling sure gulping love sipling strife Were we not all apples before what eyes Before the fall of yours and mines Sorry apples nuts and rut would ***** come poured down the thriving throat What is regurgitating other longing re urging swallowing submerging To diaphram disruptive falsely claiming urgent distractions What is to liver becomes malaise all jibberish Shoot me some adrenal-ish before i get in or get out of that monster fish Fry me in your pan cre-ole us to the suet of your filet digest me your way Something in this burpling will no longer pass thee usurping Hick upped or gassing passing selling poses of the sweeter smell of roses
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Jun 10, 2012
Jun 10, 2012 at 2:13 PM UTC
Lost Vagus Nerves Reverbing
Ornery odious ordinate ostensive opulence ornate optimal Motivity meatus meticulous morsel moribund mendacity monstrance Lucidity lingam loquacity longevous licentious lurid languishing Votary volition verve venery vector vauntness vast Talismanically telepathy tantamount terrestrial tellurian transition tractive Idolatry -ics incus ictus ichor icon icky Yogi yowl yore yoni yerk yenta yantra Gimpy gesticulation genre gestational glitch genuflection grandiose Dastardly douceur denouement denigrational deplorable despicable desperate Paltry potentate portentous plagiaristic pandemic plenipotentiary plenary Jouncy jocular jeopardy jettison jurisprudence jaunt juxtaposition Ramify repartee radix recital rectitude rendition repertoire Beastly bartizan bodacious belligerent brusque blatant blasphemously Enmity exigency exacerbation extemporaneous edifice eulogy exoneration Zoolatry zoomorphic zilch Zephyr zoic zygosity zealotry Sultry solace subtlety substantiation suborn subliminal sensorium Unity ultimatum usurping unfathomable uncanny unbridled unary ***** hornswoggle horizon huckster homogeny holistic heuristic Nugatory notch nostrum notorious nihilism nimiety nimbus Wrathy wreak wroth wrought wrest wrangle warranty Artistry autonomy articulation agility acuity asperity acerbity Keeky kangaroo court kowtow kobold kleptomania kinetics kinesiology Xylography xenophile xerophilous xylophagous xylem xanadu xenobiotic Critically credibility critique coercion conjugational conjunctive corporeal Queasy quasi quantum quintessence quagmire quixotic quantify Flighty flippant flamboyance faux pas fornicatious fictitious finite
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Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 11:39 PM UTC
Iconoclasm
Ornery odious ordinate ostensive opulence ornate optimal Motivity meatus meticulous morsel moribund mendacity monstrance Lucidity lingam loquacity longevous licentious lurid languishing Votary volition verve venery vector vauntness vast Talismanically telepathy tantamount terrestrial tellurian transition tractive Idolatry -ics incus ictus ichor icon icky Yogi yowl yore yoni yerk yenta yantra Gimpy gesticulation genre gestational glitch genuflection grandiose Dastardly douceur denouement denigrational deplorable despicable desperate Paltry potentate portentous plagiaristic pandemic plenipotentiary plenary Jouncy jocular jeopardy jettison jurisprudence jaunt juxtaposition Ramify repartee radix recital rectitude rendition repertoire Beastly bartizan bodacious belligerent brusque blatant blasphemously Enmity exigency exacerbation extemporaneous edifice eulogy exoneration Zoolatry zoomorphic zilch Zephyr zoic zygosity zealotry Sultry solace subtlety substantiation suborn subliminal sensorium Unity ultimatum usurping unfathomable uncanny unbridled unary ***** hornswoggle horizon huckster homogeny holistic heuristic Nugatory notch nostrum notorious nihilism nimiety nimbus Wrathy wreak wroth wrought wrest wrangle warranty Artistry autonomy articulation agility acuity asperity acerbity Keeky kangaroo court kowtow kobold kleptomania kinetics kinesiology Xylography xenophile xerophilous xylophagous xylem xanadu xenobiotic Critically credibility critique coercion conjugational conjunctive corporeal Queasy quasi quantum quintessence quagmire quixotic quantify Flighty flippant flamboyance faux pas fornicatious fictitious finite
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Optimal monstrance languishing vast tractive icky yantra grandiose plenary juxtaposition repertoire blasphemously exoneration zealotry sensorium unary heuristic nimbus warranty acerbity kinesiology xenobiotic corporeal quantify finite Ornate mendacity lurid vauntness transition icon yenta genuflection despicable plenipotentiary jaunt rendition blatant eulogy zygosity subliminal unbridled holistic nimiety wrangle asperity kinetics xanadu conjunctive quixotic fictitious Opulence moribund licentious vector tellurian ichor yerk glitch deplorable pandemic jurisprudence rectitude brusque edifice zoic suborn uncanny homogeny nihilism wrest acuity kleptomania xylem conjugational quagmire fornications Ostensive morsel longevous venery terrestrial ictus yoni gestational denigrational plagiaristic jettison recital belligerent extemporaneous Zephyr substantiation unfathomable huckster notorious wrought agility Kobold xylophagous coercion quintessence faux pas Ordinate meticulous loquacity verve tantamount incus yore genre denouement portentous jeopardy radix bodacious exacerbational zilch subtlety usurping horizon nostrum wroth articulation kowtow xerophilous critique quantum flamboyance Odious meatus lingam volition telepathy –ics yowl gesticulation douceur potentate jocular repartee bartizan exigency zoomorphic solace ultimatum hornswoggle notch wreak autonomy kangaroo court xenophile credibility quasi flippant Ornery motivity lucidity votary talismanically idolatry yogi gimpy  dastardly paltry jouncy ramify beastly enmity zoolatry sultry unity ***** nugatory wrathy artistry keeky xylography critically queasy flighty
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Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 9:16 PM UTC
Iconoclasm (misnomer syntactics)
Optimal monstrance languishing vast tractive icky yantra grandiose plenary juxtaposition repertoire blasphemously exoneration zealotry sensorium unary heuristic nimbus warranty acerbity kinesiology xenobiotic corporeal quantify finite Ornate mendacity lurid vauntness transition icon yenta genuflection despicable plenipotentiary jaunt rendition blatant eulogy zygosity subliminal unbridled holistic nimiety wrangle asperity kinetics xanadu conjunctive quixotic fictitious Opulence moribund licentious vector tellurian ichor yerk glitch deplorable pandemic jurisprudence rectitude brusque edifice zoic suborn uncanny homogeny nihilism wrest acuity kleptomania xylem conjugational quagmire fornications Ostensive morsel longevous venery terrestrial ictus yoni gestational denigrational plagiaristic jettison recital belligerent extemporaneous Zephyr substantiation unfathomable huckster notorious wrought agility Kobold xylophagous coercion quintessence faux pas Ordinate meticulous loquacity verve tantamount incus yore genre denouement portentous jeopardy radix bodacious exacerbational zilch subtlety usurping horizon nostrum wroth articulation kowtow xerophilous critique quantum flamboyance Odious meatus lingam volition telepathy –ics yowl gesticulation douceur potentate jocular repartee bartizan exigency zoomorphic solace ultimatum hornswoggle notch wreak autonomy kangaroo court xenophile credibility quasi flippant Ornery motivity lucidity votary talismanically idolatry yogi gimpy  dastardly paltry jouncy ramify beastly enmity zoolatry sultry unity ***** nugatory wrathy artistry keeky xylography critically queasy flighty
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