"vandalise" poems
White walls blind us
Before we get the chance
To vandalise them
The sun's reflection
Is stronger than us both
And thus, we surrender
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 12:48 PM UTC
I leave markers to make my maps
So uncertain is the flesh
the pathways back to you.
Distances lack perspective –
A disappearing horizon.
I glance over my shoulder,
Feel my way forward.
My mouth denotes *** holes,
Man-holes
Rivers and ravines,
Snow-capped city streets.
Bite of metal on metal.
The cartography of your spine.
I trace fault-lines,
Body shaking with tremors
Graffiti with finger-tips
Vandalise with bite marks
Learn the hard way.
Name cities,
Mountains,
Wait out storms in silence.
Follow the marks of those who have come
Before me,
And know for those who will come after
X marks the spot.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 4:16 PM UTC
Your eyes,
blue as the sky,
soft as the clouds.
A palette of shades
layered like spiralled
concentric circles.
They overlap
like waves
softy crashing
within the glittery sea.
They draw me into
the warm, comforting water.
They're fun,
and busy
like summers
and colours
and timeless days
where the present
does not acknowledge
the past or the future.
Your eyes,
fun as the sea,
blue as the clear water,
make me feel comfortable,
safe and secure.
As I soak in their freedom,
I feel the rush
of the sea
spreading through
my body,
my heart,
my soul,
my feelings for you.
Your eyes are as
beautiful as the sea.
But your eyes,
deep as the ocean,
dark and dangerous
as its depth,
they pick me apart
and vandalise me.
They scare me,
hurt me,
confuse me,
and disgust me.
I hate being picked apart
by the whirlpools of your eyes.
Stop them from
spinning my emotions
round, and round
and round.
They throw me into
a wave of evil,
plunging me to
my shipwreck of a heart
and watching me
sink, all the way
to my deepest of fears.
Blink.
The ocean washes over me
and I float into a beautifully
blue sea.
The change of setting
confuses me, because
your eyes continue
to control me still.
I stare into
your eyes,
diving into
the countless shades
of blue, as I realise:
The ocean is much more powerful
than the sea.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 9:44 AM UTC
Chase these drunken foreigners
Back to their ****** land.
Make sure they don't come back
Lest we cut off their filthy hands.
They walk right through our borders
And set fire to our barns
They **** our farmers' daughters
And they vandalise our farms
They bring their bows and arrows
And roll in their trebuchets
Then they fire off their weapons
And destroy our country's face.
Now go swift and see it done,
Send our armies to the field!
We'll make sure they don't come back again,
We'll show them what we feel.
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 1:00 AM UTC
Europa’s Struggle (new version)
Like life wars go on and on, it is in our genes under layers of prattle there is a murderer
who wants to **** the different what we do not understand and loathe .
This influx of a foreign culture has demanded too much of our self- preservation as a race.
Destroy them now!
We tolerate crime in our society but what we read is crime committed by people
we have given succour we baulk somehow they should not be criminals.
They hate our way of life we call Christianity that now is a liberal culture that blathers
about forgiveness. They came to us because we could not let them starve it was our duty
but we do we feel our duty as a burden.
If we follow the call of our ethnicity should we not stop them coming into our life
making us think about if our values are ossified that we should give up without
a fight and let Europe be a sect for whom death is glorious.
I don't know; I'm old I will not live in the new Europa will it bring peace, no,
our genes, screams for war by people who are backwards in time and only know
old hatred for whom progress is not a teaching approved by their book and music
is a call from an elegant tower Not to forget their cousins who worship Mammon
and will go to any length to satisfy their blood lust, immoral, greedy and try to enslave
us with their slimy *********** and a main- press printed by bought editors and
sycophantic journalists. When those in the name of another faith vandalise Louvre or
places of beauty will we find our strength and push them back as we did before.
We cast these negative thought away we are mensch we help the less fortunate and
Above all fight fascism and defeatism in equal measure.
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 11:11 AM UTC
Europa’s Struggle
Like life wars go on and on, it is in our genes under layers
of prattle there is a murderer who wants to **** the different what we do not understand and loathe .
This influx of a foreign culture has demanded too much of our self- preservation as a race. Destroy them now!
We tolerate crime in our society but what we read is of crime committed by people we have given succour we baulk somehow
they should not be criminals.
They hate our way of life we call Christianity that now is a liberal culture that blathers about forgiveness.
They came to us because we could not let them starve it was our duty but we do we feel our duty as a burden.
If we follow the call of our ethnicity should we not stop them coming into our life making us think about if our values are ossified that we should give up without
a fight and let Europe be a sect for whom death is glorious
I don't know; I'm old I will not live in the new Europa will it bring peace, no, our genes, screams for war by people who are backwards in time and only know old hatred for whom progress is not a teaching approved by their book and music
is a call from an elegant tower
Not to forget their cousins who worship Mammon and will go to any length to satisfy their blood lust, immoral, greed and try to enslave us with their slimy *********** and a main- press printed by bought editors and sycophantic journalists.
When those in the name of another faith vandalise Louvre or places of beauty will we find our strength and push them back as we did before.
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 7:08 PM UTC
My anger is not like a bed of snakes
I do my best as what it takes
To calm myself and not to poison your mind
For you took me wrong, I am not of those kind
Who break glasses, plates and vandalise the place
Tho you have offended me by my race
I forgive you, as you apologized on my face
It's alright, I have learnt alot the hard way
I am not ashamed the way I am today
You rushed into a pretty face to get away
From your dark sins to repel and sway
I have noticed everything on and about you
Knowing the end of this relationship was near
Passing over a few hundred days almost a year
Am holding back on my tears, consumed with fear
You are not worth my time nor my tear
No longer you call me to sit by your side
Instead you ignore me and tend to hide
I am more understanding then you ever knew
Everything for you was infatuation that grew
Nonetheless, its a matter of choice
In this crowded world today,
...you even failed to recognize my voice!
©sim
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC