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A Viral VideoThe president is elected by the people
And so is the congress they
Both undermine each other
And the people cry
The president appoints a cabinet
The cabinet a appoints minsters
And the ministers elect bankers
And the money in the land turns to dust
The sectary of state wants a war in the east but peace in the south
The president wants a war in the south and peace in the east
The media throws stones at both of them
And God just laughs away
God is a funny guy!
He set it all up
To watch like
A Viral video.
UntitledIf I could tell you that I miss you--
That I love I do--
But I know that you don’t--
Why I even bother to petition the gods of love…
For your thoughts, for a sign, for you?
I don’t know why?
If I could have you
I know I’d give my life
Just to be with you!
But you don’t care that I love you
It’s just a phase to you.
I pray for you
And hope for you
But not even flowers blossom that fast
And your mind is just cold
And your eyes are just old
But you’re so cool to me
I’d be in your brave heart
And be with your iron life
If you’d open the gates
And let me into your garden
This night wouldn’t be as cruel.
Fire burns and roses sprout
I count every hour of the day
Till I meet you once again
Sometimes Time deceits-
And you're not there…
Other times Time rewards-
And we lose hours in a river of lust
Oh how painful every second is-
I wasted time down the drain….
And how bitter sweet it is when you're there-
The wait was worth the while….
And when you hold me virtually –
Every flower blooms with excitement
But when you're not there—
The night freezes every living being.
He is evil and cunning---
But not like you;
You're sweet to me.
SinI’d like to be inside of you, but you’re too big; I don’t fill your space at all
I’d like to sin with you this night; you’re just a saint- holy and incorruptible
How I long to take you down….. Like you take a wall apart; brick by brick- you pound at it like a hammer upon ice-----
If I could give you my love- and our blood could become the same and flow in each other’s bodies….
We could take a holy communion without God, but be like him and save each other from virtue.
Light and darkness mix in my head and become inseparable from one another-like milk from cows….
I implore to you my dear; forget about your holiness and touch upon the earth--- she’s found a place for us here; lets sin my dear….
God surely has sinned too, yet we wouldn't know it; but let us not keep it a secret from one another……
Be my Saint George; sly the beast that is awake in me……. Let me take your body and redeem myself
The Devil Part TwoJohn Belmar has blond hair and a pair of blue eyes that fright the living daylight out of any person he meets. He’s neither tall nor short and has nice frame about him. When he was in high school he was the most athletic guy in the whole school; sitting as the football captain and wrestling leader. When he graduated he graduated with a four point o grade point average and with many honorable mentions and three scholarships. Mr. Belmar was the best of his class, no one could compete with him for halve of his mates quit upon being impressed by him and put themselves in second post behind his back and the other halve was already in the outer box doomed from the start. Mr. Belmar lost his parents after finishing his career and became the richest man in Blooden after he inherited their money. He married Jane Louis who was considered the most beautiful woman in her class and converted to her church upon marriage. Jane gave birth to two sons and a girl who John loved a lot and became ve
The Devil Part OneThe Devil Part One
The Devil once walked the streets of Blooden, California; every afternoon after dusk he’d walk around every corner of a town which though itself a city. He marched through Blueberry Lane Fourth Street, parade past Presidents Avenue, and step slightly on South Street.
The Devil loved Blooden, California way too much. He made himself at home there. Saint Paul’s Catholic Church was his palace, the Baptist Chapel his hotel room, the city council his main lobby, and every house in Blooden is his holy dome. He also ate in Blooden; for breakfast he’d eat at one of three fast food chains, at noon he had as spicy lunch with lots of jalapenos warped in a burrito at the local El Paso Restaurant, and for dinner he dined at the local relief shelter. The Devil lived in Blooden, California.
Blooden is a small town situated at the foot of the Central Valley. It was no larger than the a thousand people and boasted of a small economy the maintained a pack
BusI've wanted to write a poem about my bus rides
But I can’t stand still enough to seat all the way through this ride
Zeus! - This ride has been rare to say the least.
I see the bus driver and his heart warming smile
I see brothers who oppose each other.
Sometimes as the wheels roll
I get a good dose of sunlight
Other days the sky is dull and humid and depressed
As the bus rocks sometimes I see other people like me
Yet they’re not like me. And old Mexican woman from Oaxaca
Some Mexican men who are brunt from working in the under the reign of Helios
And they probably seek for Guadalupe’s help from day to day.
I've also seen homeless people with no God to call theirs.
Who roam from town to town, seeking friends and strangers, and they are always reproached by family.
I think once I also saw a transgender individual with her supportive brother or lover…. Seating next to her, meanwhile I thought that sight was sweet and heartwarming.
Though a most peculiar sight that
PaperShe came to our house and talked about many things that were written upon paper
She talked about happiness; her discourse came from a piece of paper
She conversed about God’s Law; and that too came from the same piece of paper
She insulted the beauty of the World
She suggested that Hawaii is a showcase of God’s beauty and hand about!
But I've seen the wonderful Monarchs in the forest of Mexico
As they flutter about
Shading green pines with their orange wings
Taking over every leaf that was colored green
Fluttering a ballet of life and dance in the light of the sun that came through a concealed forest
They were the best thing I have ever seen; yet this woman put it all upon paper along with Hawaii; a beauty that I’ll dream about and one that’s only on paper
And erased a moment so precious that must be restored from ashes of burnt paper
For why should beauty and happiness be found only upon paper?
And also why should we follow laws given by God and Governme
The American Dream is a LieThe American Dream is a lie
A creation crafted by Rich Men
I order to keep……. The poor dreaming
To keep the poor dreaming, about the rich, and to distract them
To distract the poor from asking their unhumble Politicians
From…. Improving human condition
The American Dream is a bed time story
That is told to poor children
So that they may envy Rich children
And forget about poverty and hunger
The American Dream allows us to deny that the country is astray
That our Republic is slipping down the pipe lines
That the Capitalist Harlots are molesting this Nation
They are molesting this Nation under one God
That one God is green
And has promised diamonds and happiness to his cult members
And has promised an illusion that is more false then Disney’s promise of love
That God is The American Dream
And his High Priest seats in the White House, the church of that almighty God!
No matter what banner hangs behind the high alter
No matter the color of the banner
The Abyss in The SkyWould you still
love me if i inject
your heart into my
& make you the
we can finally drown in the abyss in the sky.
i'm going to ask
the piano man
to play it again
with a drink
in my right hand
so that i may
i forgot to remember you this yearaugust 24th
was just another day
i didn't buy
yellow carnations and
i didn't cry.
i don't know
if this means i'm
moving on or if
you were ever
Knowing and caring for thyself...Knowing and caring for thyself is only half a life, a full life requires caring for others. We keep ourselves healthy and strong so we can contribute to the symbiotic life of society, concerning ourselves with only ourselves is a form of selfish vanity that only contributes to societies delusions of grandeur and self importance..Use love as a shield and faith as your sword, and if that fails..But never concern or love yourself so much, that you forget your purpose for being part of a larger symbiotic astrobiological system, which happens to contain our individual perspective of anthropological ecology.However, just because our perception allows us to feel separate, with individual realities.Our physical lives only reveal many perspectives of an infinitely existing, commonly sensed, timely cognitive perception...
soonone sight from vision,
ones kept in listening,
the tree that fell
that kept its position-
there's love in the moon
and more wishing than a song
Until...You were my muse
My Beautiful Saving Grace,
But life's made of seasons,
And so many have passed.
And we've lost,
And we've changed
So very much.
You have to know
I love you so much,
But we've ripened,
And I don't want to be Dead.
So let me kiss you one last time
And wipe the tears from both our eyes.
I love you,
I miss you,
But I can't say goodbye.
So “good luck”
And I'll miss you,
I love you,
Until next time.
fellone list for green,
as many as been seen-
only living in a curled up position,
winter wishing and to my heart's inclination.
we have no wish towards hell,
only listless pushing from a drill-
one's great father for me now,
when tense loving from you fell.
A SparkAnd I feel like a wounded animal
Limbs all tangled up
With the way you look at me
Like you don't have a care in the world
But I care,
I care so much it hurts,
The pain visceral and pounding,
I really, really do.
And I feel desperation,
It's clawing up my throat,
But I swallow the nail,
I smile past the burn
Because it earns me a smile,
Beautiful and cold,
And I think I'd do anything...
I thought I'd do anything,
To try and light a spark in your eyes,
But it's never enough,
And I'm starting to wonder
If it isn't me?
If maybe it's you.
Because I have a spark,
Though it tries to flicker and die
Under your cold regard.
Yet still I sit here playing
Your quiet, perfect little girl.
But I'm cracking.
Oh god, I'm bleeding...
Sorry for the waitThe days have been long and nights even longer, my cravings and hunger have only grown stronger, the desire to feast and be full, the beast within rages like a bull, yet the your eyes look, reading me like a book, without fear you step near, knowing you could be harmed, you hold me close, wrapping me in your arms, the old me is comatose, he died by the deadliest weapon known to man, the only weapon that breeds both war and art, it is the weapon that is the human heart, as an angel of death I have yet to understand, but I can feel your heart within my hands, such a valuable treasure, depending on my decisions, I will cause it pain or pleasure, it seems I must adjust my vision, to truly see what I hold, to some my hand is empty, to others I hold the world, but for me this love is plenty, as long as I hold this girl, whether we fly in the sky during storms, fight while in flight, or hold each other to keep warm, we always find the right balance, it is somewhat of a talent, to kill and rev
IntoxicationWhat can intoxicate the brain faster than a gulp of beer?
And make the soul sink to the deepest abyss in the ocean?
What would I give to live in a different version of reality?
One in which you and I are in each other’s arms –kissing and loving
Kissing and loving our hours away
Wasting our hours away every second
Wasting every second of the night in the company of the long and dreadful night
But instead I miss you as the cold and dreadful night devours my dreams
I miss you as my thoughts take ride on a train that run into a wall of misery
I miss you as you; yet I know you might not even thing of me, let alone miss me
I’d wait upon a dock; only if I knew the truth.
If knew that you miss me too and want to put an end to darkness of the night
But it might be in the darkness of the night
That you make love to her and not me; and she consumes me with the coldness
And takes my heart away; beat after beat
She won’t let me go
Because it is you; who can intoxicate my bra
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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