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"vulturous" poems
*how many ways may i undo you ... each sublime i crave your vermilion waters copper gilded plush falling to my hungry naked mouth drug euphoria drooling ***** toy as i stroke your ankles with tender fingers and brush your delicate feet with my lips before i lift you floating girl and you lose yourself thanking God for the inconceivable pleasure of unbearable pain as you are split and ruptured open oh pink flowers splashing in a stained tub of blood like a blotter sanguine perfume mouth melting kisses heaping vulva's detonations adorations petition am i not vulturous holding you in my warm arms while i whisper in the caverns of your hollow breath that you mean the world to me i drink rain storming from torrid gates howling from your cleaved ******* and unfurled belly your eyes moons trembling immersed in your fathomless yawning soul as you take your last breaths tell me baby is it tender cruel are angels kissing you yet are you caressed by powder pearlescent clouds are you butter on the lips of God while dark curtains flutter and shut while i weep and convulse in heaping waves of ecstasy there is only you like heavens  thunder*
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Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 3:55 PM UTC
FLOATING GIRL
I take from the rich And I give To the richer Grow Money trees And then watch the world wither I've slithered In gardens of green Dripping red With a purity hood Draping over my head I have poisoned the fountain Of youth To retain My control of this endless Monopoly game As my capital gains A skyscraper a day To the skyrocket Stock market Locke's do I pray Upon all to be blessed With lavish excess But succession of kings My investment ****** To breed wealthier nations Uncommon in man Through unhealthier rations' Invisible Hand Do I muppet the mouths And harp on the heartstrings As I tug on the chains Of the slaves Freedom rings And that fat lady sings All she wants I will cling To this power With eagle-lied, Vulturous talons Devour The will And then **** the bills, Billing blood that I spill With impunity Robbery, Poverty Property I am the law There is no order stopping me No cherry topping me No global powers’ High towers Are topping me No master forces endorsed Are out-shopping me Spending spree On the lost souls Now to bending knee Fall And enthrall in the terror Of my urban sprawl Making maggots of masses' Automaton dreams Into my gilded ages' New pyramid schemes You can call me a liar Truth is No concern To the one who reigns fire With oil to burn Down upon the deniers Until they all learn I'll recruit body bags To preach life to the choir And when the screen lags Train these dogs to play dead, Lay their own on a wire In so doing shred The carnage they desire So I can play God And with demons conspire A masterful plan To command the economy Zombie hive mind Get in line For lobotomy My progeny Multiply to consume And consume And consume 'Til the ******* last fume Dissipates into space The good fortunes of Earth All amounting to waste With the mother who nurtured you ***** and disgraced The four steeds Of Apocalypse Nothing but paste For I win every time I with you Humans race
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Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 9:01 AM UTC
Avarice the Inexorable
I take from the rich And I give To the richer Grow Money trees And then watch the world wither I've slithered In gardens of green Dripping red With a purity hood Draping over my head I have poisoned the fountain Of youth To retain My control of this endless Monopoly game As my capital gains A skyscraper a day To the skyrocket Stock market Locke's do I pray Upon all to be blessed With lavish excess But succession of kings My investment ****** To breed wealthier nations Uncommon in man Through unhealthier rations' Invisible Hand Do I muppet the mouths And harp on the heartstrings As I tug on the chains Of the slaves Freedom rings And that fat lady sings All she wants I will cling To this power With eagle-lied, Vulturous talons Devour The will And then **** the bills, Billing blood that I spill With impunity Robbery, Poverty Property I am the law There is no order stopping me No cherry topping me No global powers’ High towers Are topping me No master forces endorsed Are out-shopping me Spending spree On the lost souls Now to bending knee Fall And enthrall in the terror Of my urban sprawl Making maggots of masses' Automaton dreams Into my gilded ages' New pyramid schemes You can call me a liar Truth is No concern To the one who reigns fire With oil to burn Down upon the deniers Until they all learn I'll recruit body bags To preach life to the choir And when the screen lags Train these dogs to play dead, Lay their own on a wire In so doing shred The carnage they desire So I can play God And with demons conspire A masterful plan To command the economy Zombie hive mind Get in line For lobotomy My progeny Multiply to consume And consume And consume 'Til the ******* last fume Dissipates into space The good fortunes of Earth All amounting to waste With the mother who nurtured you ***** and disgraced The four steeds Of Apocalypse Nothing but paste For I win every time I with you Humans race
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I'm a black actor So my monologues are gospel my dialogues are political my blocking is a statment My diction is forgiven I'm a black actor So Shakespeare speaks above my melanin, Avant guarde is a canvas too fresh for color And the urban expierence Is a glove that fits too well to remove I'm a black actor So my casting is guaranteed My bio line is their defense against vulturous social critics circling the audition table They need a black actor I'm a black actor
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Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC
Black actor
When my body is broiled with the crispening macabre glean of anxiety; I imagine myself to be a buoying loaf of cornbread in a torrent sea of acid. my custard colored crust being licked away by the ravenous maw of the current, this is no terrain for a loaf of cornbread in the first place. Ludicrous. Perhaps if I joined the sun swept crystal island of idealism, I could be drenched in honey and bound frivolously in nectarous orchard fields. But then, even here, I suppose a Raven may spot me and adorned with a vulturous sneer gobble me up in my blissful state there. So where shall my pappy crumbling loaf of an existence reside? In the trenches of unbridled realization, lapping me up in a despair riddled prison? Or the land of beatitude and glee unfettered from the brutalizing truths of reality... Perhaps there's some bridging ground between these two polar opposites... but how should I know? I'm merely a cornbread I can't declare cognizance.
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Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 11:09 PM UTC
Cornbread Anxiety
~ *pre-script it struck me recently, our news is built on heart break, loss, and mayhem. some call it breaking news, it may more aptly be called, snap shot of a breaking point. a news media article though not always, often indicates... no predicates,a breaking point, the arrival at a tipping point, an intersection where we see one at their ungodly worst, at their lowest ever, and it is here that the world at large BEGINS to read their story...* breaking news the whole world gathers round to dine on breaking news, a feast of gluttonous portions in shades of black and white; each and every day, someone new, the stories tell their dark of night; the racing forward, wheels spinning, furious peddling of a news cycle voracious, greets the culmination of someone’s breaking point; a wildfire burning ferocious in someone else's yard. Jack has lost the family’s home, Jill’s dreams have been downsized, dear John’s letter says she’s gone, Jane’s nerves broke down... again; grief-stricken mum just lost her son, a father broken, though once strong... this breaking-point, colored-news shades a darkened point of view, reveals the end of brighter days; a tipping point that shows the way to hungry vulturous birds of prey. i know mine... I think, but what’s your breaking point? if i reach mine afore you yours, as you read the headline story, have a little sympathy; trace the path that led me here, wear my shoes to feel the cost, read between the lines they write and don’t check me off as lost but a few changes of the script, consider please, just as easily, “this could be me.” ~ what is your breaking point?
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Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 1:38 PM UTC
breaking news
~ *pre-script it struck me recently, our news is built on heart break, loss, and mayhem. some call it breaking news, it may more aptly be called, snap shot of a breaking point. a news media article though not always, often indicates... no predicates,a breaking point, the arrival at a tipping point, an intersection where we see one at their ungodly worst, at their lowest ever, and it is here that the world at large BEGINS to read their story...* breaking news the whole world gathers round to dine on breaking news, a feast of gluttonous portions in shades of black and white; each and every day, someone new, the stories tell their dark of night; the racing forward, wheels spinning, furious peddling of a news cycle voracious, greets the culmination of someone’s breaking point; a wildfire burning ferocious in someone else's yard. Jack has lost the family’s home, Jill’s dreams have been downsized, dear John’s letter says she’s gone, Jane’s nerves broke down... again; grief-stricken mum just lost her son, a father broken, though once strong... this breaking-point, colored-news shades a darkened point of view, reveals the end of brighter days; a tipping point that shows the way to hungry vulturous birds of prey. i know mine... I think, but what’s your breaking point? if i reach mine afore you yours, as you read the headline story, have a little sympathy; trace the path that led me here, wear my shoes to feel the cost, read between the lines they write and don’t check me off as lost but a few changes of the script, consider please, just as easily, “this could be me.” ~ what is your breaking point?
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I fly not on wings of folly Nor in self deceit Destroying my person I hover not on smeared words Of Vulturous mission Nor on Kiteous skill on mother hen I swaive  on wings of truth Surging through the horizon Souring high above the orbit. I fly across weathers: Through the sun Through the rain High in clouds above the winds Finding my strength on will Favouring my cause on trust Trusting my vision with precisions. Like the eagle to the eaglet I spread my wings of love Conquering Tribes, Nations, Continents, Race,Religion and Heights. Thus i fly to reign.
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Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 8:02 AM UTC
How I Fly
You want to go back to where the sky was inside of us. I walked in the white silences of your mind and saw fear multiply while summer crackled beneath wet suns. - Inside is this rolling energy tugging at the walls of body. I do not know how to pull it apart and separate it from myself. A vulturous animal sleeps inside of me, and all I want is to close my eyes and rest this feeble frame.
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Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 1:47 AM UTC
Diluted
Spare no expense tonight my dear, to dissect my agitated heart and strangle every complaintive syllable Sprouting in it. Let the merciles lances of your scornful blushes Haunt every corner of this ruptured flippant. Let the rapacious looks of your aggrieved eyes Squeeze out of it, the remaining drops of inauspicious hope. let the vulturous howling of your choicest curses Suppress the tunes of unfulfilled promises. my dear the prestigious draperies concealing the agonising tale of thy inclemencies are about to fall, come Save the face of love. Come my dear as my breaths Await thy last appearance Come before my sick beats Will divorce my pierced ***** Will not you come?
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Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 9:55 PM UTC
Ravings
blistering cold night vulturous clouds overshadow the mountain flesh hopelessly wanders into grey mouth of melancholy
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Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 12:11 PM UTC
Loneliness