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"vilification" poems
His vilification and forgery of happiness Had scorned her love And as he used to lay down On the sweet and soft river bed With the placid waves merging around him The Crepuscular light peeking at twilight He watches herfrom the corner of both eyes Tearing apart as another man caresses her He breaks even further apart As he misses her warm embrace Her silky touch on his ragged face Her crisp ogling through his mind into his soul Her precious love had him engaged Her mellifluous persuasive voice had been What he missed the most He desired to taste such love again, But he knew and he knew That there is none quite equal to her
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Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 2:52 AM UTC
His once true love
Do you understand me ? Do you feel the way that I see ? Do you understand love and peace and prosperity ? ABC's and quasi bravery ? Is your life centric around a certain sense of chaos ? Mindless, cajoling with an ironic sense of pathos, Pathetic and burning without any sort of love Deeming yourself worthy of loving from above. Knowing that winging your a lame winged dove, Holding yourself backwards with a half lazy cuff. You don't relate, For you I grate Writing down all this I don't want to think anymore My weariness is overwhelming, Though though I hate it, I find the process calming. **** um, yeah The end.
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Aug 16, 2012
Aug 16, 2012 at 1:28 PM UTC
Internal vilification
The pavement is full of spurious persons, Training each other to pretend they're eclectic, Using differences to assert the vilification of mankind. Cross from them stands the truth, Perspicaciously watching The hedonists Be not heedful, Listening to their speeches full of trifling, inconsequential consequences. A furtive plan snakes from the mouth to the ears of the truth, Manipulating it to bolster the lies. The belief that everyone deserves rights Akin, alike, homogeneous, to the human nextto him, Is brought down with the laud, the praise, the inception of the end.
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May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 7:54 AM UTC
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In the face of infinity, I stumbled to an instigator. I must have known how furtive the ****** dotard was. An epidemic stereotype would barely drawl an insurgent. The tremendous vilification acurred. Here comes the futile virtuoso with his interminable intransigence. The vivacity dynamic banality of an unconscious programmed robot.
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Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 7:35 PM UTC
into debauchery
damage has always been your forte - an expertise, your recalcitrant venom. you annihilate before they could burn you and your fortress is painted in a deep, metallic rouge. you wear the word 'vicious' like a crown; loyal weapon tucked neatly in the taverns of your mouth. you are adroit with words, after all. such a fine weapon, such a clean cut. realms bow down, subjects to terror. sweet vilification's best served in your court. not one soul would dare to beard the lion, no single breath, shall make your empire topple. the caucus adjourns; your grip is slipping you may be the head, but we are the body. your realm will rot from the inside.
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May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 11:42 PM UTC
an open letter to vile and foolish rulers
replicas oft go on display reproductions of the real thing recast in an aping array ripping off the principle's ring every now and then they'll be seen espousing that they're genuine e'en taking credit for the breen ergo this be not of true line verily stealing other's word art very little conscience do they show villains are those of thieving cart vilification we pour on their glow eyes on the look out always glean embezzling plagiarist's grotty hands ever looting original bean endlessly making phoney grands
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Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 8:49 AM UTC
Replicas (Trolaan Poem)
One child... wrapped in grandmother's quilt. Protected from the night's raw chill... sits on a grassy knoll and lifts innocent eyes to the stars. Dreaming the visions of a child not yet plagued by life's unjust ordeals. Dreams of play, dreams of peace... reverie lacking all vilification for seeds of hatred have not yet been taught. -Longing for this child's innocence.- I sit beside her... my gaze focused on the same faint points of a somber twilight. She attempts to fill my mind with her visions of inner dreams,of peace. But alas, I am much older; although I fight the seeds of hatred sown long ago... rooted phantoms castigate my soul. -Longing for this child's purity of love.- My dreams are reality, nightmares assaulting all senses. Exploding buildings... Falling forms of people forced to choose death from flame or hard concrete. Smelling the stench of burnt decaying flesh. As vultures feed upon our nation. Hearing the screams of innocence trapped in the rubble awaiting their slow horrific death... Alone! Tasting an acid thirst, a desire for revenge devours any sense of justice within me. Feeling anguish for children who have lost parents or loved ones. My outcry sees seeds of hatred planted, and taking root in new and fertile souls. -Longing for this child's peaceful dreams.- She removes a warm hand from beneath the quilt. Without hesitation, she reaches out to me. Too young to know why... movement born from instinct... sensing my need for comfort. -Hope becomes rooted, sown by one pure child.- Now I see... all of her dreams reside in my hands. My part of this tenuous bargain called humanity. To build a chance for this one special child, our possible future. Without a sound we return our thoughtful gaze into the night's darkness as clouds begin to clear. The star's faint glow is minute, a soft web of light embracing this child's innocent trust. Once again I can dream her dreams. We remain, two silent souls searching the celestial pathways for others who hope as we -- -To discover a child's pure desire to heal.-
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Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC
~ A Child's Guidance ~
One child... wrapped in grandmother's quilt. Protected from the night's raw chill... sits on a grassy knoll and lifts innocent eyes to the stars. Dreaming the visions of a child not yet plagued by life's unjust ordeals. Dreams of play, dreams of peace... reverie lacking all vilification for seeds of hatred have not yet been taught. -Longing for this child's innocence.- I sit beside her... my gaze focused on the same faint points of a somber twilight. She attempts to fill my mind with her visions of inner dreams,of peace. But alas, I am much older; although I fight the seeds of hatred sown long ago... rooted phantoms castigate my soul. -Longing for this child's purity of love.- My dreams are reality, nightmares assaulting all senses. Exploding buildings... Falling forms of people forced to choose death from flame or hard concrete. Smelling the stench of burnt decaying flesh. As vultures feed upon our nation. Hearing the screams of innocence trapped in the rubble awaiting their slow horrific death... Alone! Tasting an acid thirst, a desire for revenge devours any sense of justice within me. Feeling anguish for children who have lost parents or loved ones. My outcry sees seeds of hatred planted, and taking root in new and fertile souls. -Longing for this child's peaceful dreams.- She removes a warm hand from beneath the quilt. Without hesitation, she reaches out to me. Too young to know why... movement born from instinct... sensing my need for comfort. -Hope becomes rooted, sown by one pure child.- Now I see... all of her dreams reside in my hands. My part of this tenuous bargain called humanity. To build a chance for this one special child, our possible future. Without a sound we return our thoughtful gaze into the night's darkness as clouds begin to clear. The star's faint glow is minute, a soft web of light embracing this child's innocent trust. Once again I can dream her dreams. We remain, two silent souls searching the celestial pathways for others who hope as we -- -To discover a child's pure desire to heal.-
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In countless states of mind I have sought your indulgence ... Supplications before all others , therefore this graphic acknowledgement before The Keeper of Jahaanam . Barren dogwoods stand guard at the gravel trail , my altruistic reservations , mindful of winged demons along the way .. Twilights confusion seeking redress , placate mortal dishonor before all men , lead my staff into solace , repair a broken mans sinful impropriety , sanctity of numerous hardscrabble days , are hast thou forgotten ? The vilification of fools , fable before kings , a rivers confluence and ablution along granite enclosure ? A deployment of demons creep o'er the mount soldier , merciless and begging , damnable .. Unforgiving .. Pandemonium reeks of sulphuric intimidation , Hades treads his kingdom cunningly .. Radiative embers flow into pools of methane , all manner of lunacy and devils at his feet , corruption billowing from his every breath ... Archangels deploy at the portal , even cries for mercy are not allowed their freedom and salvation . As seven days go by even as the downward spiral grows before my very eyes  ,  Beelzebub's confusion laid before me ! Please charlatan my ****** hands will not come clean so allow me the time to relay the sentiments that keep me awake at the midnight hour , when chariots flys overhead at great speed and the dogs inch closer to my bedside , my disease , it's breaking my heart rendering my soul defiled .. My ***** stained linen , unshaven idiot that I've become with rotted teeth and insecurity . I see the smiles , hear the snickers and read the whims of Satan's entities that stand inside my mirror on a meeting by chance held by one hand while slicing at my wrist with the other.. I feel you Lucifer so my fate you seal .  I hear you Jesus an know the burden you deal ! They call him the lighthouse so make my supplication you ******* child of darkness that quivers long into the night in self induced agony ....!
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Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 5:13 PM UTC
Nightmare
In countless states of mind I have sought your indulgence ... Supplications before all others , therefore this graphic acknowledgement before The Keeper of Jahaanam . Barren dogwoods stand guard at the gravel trail , my altruistic reservations , mindful of winged demons along the way .. Twilights confusion seeking redress , placate mortal dishonor before all men , lead my staff into solace , repair a broken mans sinful impropriety , sanctity of numerous hardscrabble days , are hast thou forgotten ? The vilification of fools , fable before kings , a rivers confluence and ablution along granite enclosure ? A deployment of demons creep o'er the mount soldier , merciless and begging , damnable .. Unforgiving .. Pandemonium reeks of sulphuric intimidation , Hades treads his kingdom cunningly .. Radiative embers flow into pools of methane , all manner of lunacy and devils at his feet , corruption billowing from his every breath ... Archangels deploy at the portal , even cries for mercy are not allowed their freedom and salvation . As seven days go by even as the downward spiral grows before my very eyes  ,  Beelzebub's confusion laid before me ! Please charlatan my ****** hands will not come clean so allow me the time to relay the sentiments that keep me awake at the midnight hour , when chariots flys overhead at great speed and the dogs inch closer to my bedside , my disease , it's breaking my heart rendering my soul defiled .. My ***** stained linen , unshaven idiot that I've become with rotted teeth and insecurity . I see the smiles , hear the snickers and read the whims of Satan's entities that stand inside my mirror on a meeting by chance held by one hand while slicing at my wrist with the other.. I feel you Lucifer so my fate you seal .  I hear you Jesus an know the burden you deal ! They call him the lighthouse so make my supplication you ******* child of darkness that quivers long into the night in self induced agony ....!
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Do you see what I see can you even know what I know can you see the hypocrisy of liars cons and morons who now turn on their Leader and fight amongst themselves crying cease-fire injustice and atrocities when selves sames in their own backyard have legitimized a burglary and attempts at extortion and intimidation and our vituperate selves sames have orchestrated and conducted the most vicious campaign of bullying, vilification, harrassments, smears, misrepresentation, libelous slander and toxic distortions not to mention varied contraventions of basic human rights, against one lone innocent brown man they urdained to 'wipe out' a blameless man because they possess the power to do as they please Telling themselves that is Democracy in modern today Do you know You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can not fool all of the people all of the time and do you know that Politics is a con game for scammers liars, self-serving opportunists and narcissists and Scarlet Fever is a selective contagion that is resistant to the antibiotics of truth, fairplay, intelligence and commomsense
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Nov 2, 2023
Nov 2, 2023 at 9:36 PM UTC
what are the comrades doing now, are they paying lip service again...?