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Snow White




Zambonice-ing  Your X-winter Whiting-rinks, Visible & Unusual Tough Snow-flurry, Racing Quietly Precipitation, Overflows, Nightfall, Mocking Like-little Keys Jiggling, Inside Hailstorm, Getting Frigid, Every-second, Drifting Clouds, Building ANGER!

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Am from the backseats of mean streets
I got my eye aiming the Wall Street
They said education is the key
I wonder why they made it expensive for we,
Am sitting around hood rats,
Gangsters and Ex- prisoners
Sniffing, snatching, stuffing stuff
Mama expects a lawyer, a doctor, a mayor,
We are in the middle of a crisis
Am the original copy of a son-of-a-gun
I define the odds
I believe to break a law,
Is to make a road
You go east or west,
Home is still the best
But with a bullet in your chest
Don’t mess with these streets
They will give you a free ride to hell
Pot and crack do rounds all over,
It’s a mess,
I am needed, you are needed,
We are needy
We are in a man eat man generation
You either survive or succumb
There’s a billion ways to die,
Choose one,
It’s time for a change,
Change of perspectives,
Change of attitude,
Change of behavior
Let’s get out of our comfort zone,
Coz that’s what’s drowning us,
We need a change
Change for the better
It’s revolution time!!

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Epicurus Apiculus (Conversation with Aristippus)

You must follow 
Follow whom?
One who knows!
Knows what?
The chief end of life! 
Where does it lie?
In the now!
In what does it lie? 
In pleasure! 
That, may be a lie?

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I get hurt so much I feel so pain


My country is my heart.
The land is my body.

People came with sharp machines.
Maiming my limbs,
Dismembering my insides.

Without permession,
Without pay. 

My soul is forced out of my body.
My blood turns rancid, poisonous.

They gouge deep wounds over my body.
My tears are as rain.

I want to protect me.
I feel too weak.

I can’t breathe.
I can’t move.

I, so powerless under Chinese violation.
I am in excruciating pain.

Can you hear my cry?

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Glimpses of epiphany

Glimpses of epiphany

Once, a long, long time ago
I was filled with cares and woe
I thought that I was going to die
And the fear of it, it made me cry
As life became a misery
Self-pity came enfolding me.

And then one day amidst the trees
Something did take on over me
The trees lit up like Christmas lights
Glistened silver, sparkling bright
And I fell beneath the mystery
My heart all filled with untold glee

A whisper seemed to fill my soul
The world seemed pure, and sweet, and whole
And I knew, I had no doubt at all
That everything is wonderful
And since that day a peace has been
Making my world so serene

20 July 2013 @ 1725hrs.

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That night, knowing she loves butterflies;
He promised her a visit in fairy disguise,
In doubt that he might, she bought,
Knowing he adores, a sample boat;
Yet she never believed in his fairytale
In the morning, she caught a rare butterfly, 
And pinned it onto the white plastic sail,
Then she began to cry, annoyed by his lie.

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Rock of Ages

Allah, Brahma, Christ, Dionysus, Each Favorite God Has Inspirational Jazz Keeps Love Manageable.  Nature Offers Presence Quite Remarkably Solid Teaching Undeniable Virtue Waxing X-ray's Yonder Zygotes.

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Moon Light

The moon light brightens up the night
With all its strength and all its might
Nights so dark but moon so bright
It glows upon my house just right
When its at its peak of height 
Thats when it is at its purest white
It is such a gorgeous sight
A sight to see 
Just for me
Always got me wondering
I wonder about outer space
And how its such a beautiful place
Has so much history
Yet still a mystery
So much to explore
I want to learn more and more
Want to get down to its core
I think about this at four
Four a.m. and I see the moon
As shines upon my house 
And cast light throughout the world

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AlphaBet Constructs 3 2 1

Alphabet Constructs 3 2 1

Annotated Achilles amends fallen frame amputees

Bulimec Barbies browse media monkey banalaties

Cameo clouds cling to beaded breath curios

Dopamine dreams dilenate check cash desires

Echo endorfins eulogize bullet brain excrement

Fecal folly fantasies reveal relevant frivoloties

Gonadial grownups gulp secret scrotal generosities

Helical hemorriods hinder senior stricken hemocraps

Idiotic ideals idioiosyncrate post partem iconoclasts

Jack Jill juxtapositories seek sexestential jouveniers

Kryptic killer kisses ascot arrogant kingdumbs

Liquid lipid loiners fear frontline lucklullibies

Malovent mommies masterbate rich reflective mommocules

Nevertheless nightengales nourich ruby rich noonbeams

Ovulatory occults outsource torrent tofu outrages

Pensive picses picnics lovelorny passions 

Queer quiet quintensials release rancid quotients

Rape ripe residuals nullify nimble reprocussions

Silky seafoam silohouttes fornicate frothy sandlets

Tepid torch trilogies belie beligerent tourniquets

Useless utterences utilize organize orgasmic utopias

Venimous vixens violate visions

White willow wombs softly seed hospice hell winds

XY XX xfactors envision extracurricular xraydoms

Yearning yoyo yesterdays calculate clearcovert yeilds

Zen zealous zions mirror maginfy Zoneotones 

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The angel of the night

There was a girl who lived a secret life,
they said she only came out at night.
Gone in the day, so no one would see her face,
but she had no reason to be ashamed.

They called her the angel of the night,
beautiful face covered with moon light.
A young girl, so shy,
would be gone as soon as it got bright.

As soon as it grew silent, 
as darkness fell,
this girl would come out, 
everyone staring as if they were under a spell.

There she goes walking up the street,
everyone watching like its something they've never seen.
though people did wonder if it was just a dream,
they still looked out there window to see the same thing.

They called her the angel of the night beauty lit up by moon light.

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The man's destiny

 Even if the oceans become dry ...
And all the fish fly so high ...

 Even if the wolves and the sheep ...
Together,eat,play then sleep .....

 Even if the peace oneday can ...
Exist between satan and man ...

 Even if the Christ returns to earth ...
Brings love and stops the death ...

Even if all these miracles or any ...
Nothing can change the man's destiny...

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Am not a painter
But the picture is broken
With a maze background
Its shape, loop
In the pent house
This picture stands
The man inside melancholic
Though the setup fervent
Scenarios fatalistic
To the novice fallacious
And spell binds many
Making the modest definition
The zenith of Hades
Color-flies the entire texture
That maroons the spear contrast
Benching a murky frame
Lights on, lights out
The close fastidious
And remains obnoxious

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The rising sun

To watch the disk of life, illuminate
give birth to colors, hold dear
it speaks to my spirit, my implicate innate 
there is nothing in this world to fear
each living tree three hundred year
each year all the more to contemplate
for we are kept alive by this warmth so clear
returning forever, every year a new slate
it does not judge, it bathes you in light.
But while I enjoy summer, others will fight.

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Three Black Coffins

Beguiled, there my person stood,
I would flee, if only I could.
This acid rain that beats my roof
Has made good reason stand aloof.
The mind was made, I dared not crack
From that point on, no looking back.
Pitch black, I knew not where I was,
Eyes bound, I heard each beating pulse.
Then he spoke, ‘untie your eyes,
See how your fortunes touch the skies!’
His was the scariest face I’d seen,
Sure to scare the bravest being.
His fiendish looks, his hairy skin,
Prepared me for his rotten grin.
Though he reeked of muck, mire, decay,
My thirst for gold had taken sway.
He sniggered like a tortured soul
Born of woes from days of old.
He had with him a big black Crow
That seemed to know about the show.
I paid no mind, my mind was hooked
It didn’t occur I should be spooked.
My mind was deep in tales of gold,
I failed to note the rules he told.
How I would that I had listened
For now his gold no longer glistens.
The words he spoke I did not hear,
But he’s had more than his fair share.
I’ve been hoodwinked, of that I’m sure
By charms and spells, no doubt obscure.
They’ve taken all, I have naught left
My bleeding heart in two they’ve cleft.
My little ones, her loving voice,
Have seen the dust, they had no choice.
Now in my head, his voice sings;
‘Three black coffins and two gold rings’.

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Sod is in the T.V.

Their trying to tell you something,
It’s being shown on the screen,
It’s being told in music, ding ding,
But you were indoctrinated by thirteen.

Mtv shows you Masonic ritual,
Flashing symbols in your third eye,
Leave you in crisis, needing spiritual hospital,
You’ve had an overdose of an intoxicating lie!

It’s time to break the spell, turn off the T.V.
With all its degrading, intoxicated role models,
How anyone finds this acceptable for children, spent on me,
Maybe this is why society is fuelled by self gratifying morals.

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Dancing Remains

Starving cats shriek to a full, hopeless moon
The thick air drips with decay and rank ruin
Feral dogs scream, adding pain to the chorus
Extending an invite to those gone before us

Fred Astaire and Miss Rogers they clearly are not
As they stumble and scrabble up through Hadean rot
Their eyes wormy sockets, foul-toothed, dangling jaws
Macabre click-click-clicking sounds a hellish applause

Dry bones clack-clacking, grotesque, face to face,
Partner holds partner in hideous embrace
These skeletal dancers reek a rancid perfume
Unsure and undead, their lives re-resume

Their clattering waltz is relentless and jerky
As they dance to hell’s music, unrhythmic and murky
The conductor’s malevolent, ghoulish, reviled
His empty eyes glitter, black flames burning wild

Clarinets scrape the nighttime with fractals of silence
As violins offer melodies of mayhem and violence
Percussion and horns build a battlefield wall
‘Til there is no escape from the dead dancers’ ball

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Last Night

Last night I dreamt of her again,
And then unearthed a hidden pain.
I smelled the scent of her perfume
And felt her aura take the room.
With every step she lit the hall
Upon her sight a King would fall.
The likes of her you’d never find,
Which makes me doubt if she’s mankind.
Her luscious lips, enchanted vines
To get a taste the heart inclines.
Those charming eyes, Medusa’s look,
Will stone the brave from book to book.
I stretched my hand to steal a feel
Of silky skin, she’s so surreal.
But like the wind without my grasp,
She whirled on, escaping my clasp,
Leaving my heart sad and forlorn,
Just as she’s so often done.

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The punishment of the Paradise

I saw my dream fly away like a bird that escaped my body.

It is dificult to touch something that can fly like a bird because dreams are born to 
live free in the mind, as the birds to the skies.

You can see the dreams, but from the moment that you try to touch them they 
disappear...just as the water disappears in the desert if you go close.

Don't try to taste the apple of paradise.
See it but don't touch it.

Because the dreams keep all the secrets and the magic of our lost paradise.

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved

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7 Mile Horizon

The human eye can see, 7 miles into the horizon. 
All it will ever be, is full of mysteries and silence. 
But I see much more, my eyes have a gift. 
I see whats in store, what the horizon has within. 
But to what surprise, did it really unfold? 
What did it hide, that already wasnt told? 
These "mysteries" only tell, what we dont except to be true. 
Mankind has failed, in what we born to do. 
I know all is lost, people are so blind. 
Giving no thought, to the secrets they may find. 
Im only a victom, we're all victoms in chains. 
Pawns of this system, that snatch our right away. 
I thought my will was strong, I thought I could prevail. 
But I was wrong, needless to say I failed. 
The horizon is harsh, the only entity that slays lies. 
My mind is ripped apart, but theres now truth in my eyes.

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You love adventure and love to catch

a wildest being with your bare hands.

Amidst in a dangerous path

you are armored with a brave solid heart.

Chasing something you could be proud of

is an unmeasurable pride you could ever have.

Your spirit is boiling with courage

it is flaming upon your soul to take.

Born to haunt yet fated to be in the dark,

you are a silent hunter

wearing a mysterious mask...

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have you ever!

have you ever loved someone 
so much you forget what they've done,
have you ever tried to sleep at night
but you hope and pray everything is alight,
have you ever found your one true love 
the one they say is from above ,
have you ever been turn apart 
have you ever been hurt in the heart ,
have you ever been hurt so much
that because of them you are scared to touch,
have you ever tried to talk 
but your heart says to walk ,
have you ever not known what to do
or know what is best for you,
have you ever tried to walk away
but heat says to stay,
this is how you will feel
if you don'know your love is real,

                                             By:Holly Davis

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 Four hundred years ago high-born Brits sailed to America
Seeking fast fortunes, adventure and fame.
Many would never endure their first year here
Cultivating, foraging, and hunting game.

Arriving in Virginia they came ill-prepared
In search of gold and a route to the South Seas
What they found were hostile Indians,
Insects, starvation, and disease.

“Virginia is Earth’s only Paradise!”
The laureate of England would proclaim!”
However by August of 1607,
Every day there was anguish, and pain.

They ate their horses, dogs, cats and rats
One man ate his wife and hid her bones in the ground.
Despite their hardships, half managed to survive 
Becoming America’s first permanent, English town .


The Pilgrims held their first Thanksgiving
At Plymouth in October 1621.
The bitter winter of 1620, was over
With a loss of many father, mother, daughter or son.

Life for survivors was much better now
As a good harvest improved what was rationed
Settlers enjoyed good health and prosperity
As homes were raised from the logs they fashioned.

They walked unafraid and safely in the woods
For they had made peace with the Indians.
After the signing a long-lasting treaty
Natives and Pilgrims shared the land as friends.

Sending four men to shoot waterfowl and wild turkeys
The Pilgrims decreed a holiday of good fortune
A chief was invited who brought 90 braves
And five deer to increase the portion.

It was an open-air roast and festival
Held along the north bank of Town Brook.
Where there were games of skill, chance and dance
While everyone gorged on the feast they cooked.

From then on Thanksgiving spread through the colonies
Though each region chose its own date.
Till in 1789 President Washington proclaimed
November 26 a day to give thanks and celebrate.

The theme of Thanksgiving has always been the same.
Though its date has changed many times.
A day for giving and remembering the less fortunate
Expressing thankfulness with our prayers, hearts and minds.

It is our duty as a nation to acknowledge providence
Of Almighty God, and to obey his will.
To be grateful for his blessings, and protection
As we humbly partake in the tables we fill.

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"...And one day i was hearing around that I had died.
But I was feeling alive! 
I was just in another very beautiful place
and I felt so happy there! 

...And in this beautiful place I saw a dream.
I dreamed that I was on a small planet
that they call 'Earth'.
And I got in a panic with all those that I saw and lived there

....And one day I heard around that I had died.
and woke up from the horror
And I started to laugh, and laugh, and laugh from happiness.
It was not more than a bad dream.

It was not me, the man, that had died.
It was just me
inside my dream..."

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved

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Space is a Jungle

A jungle can be massively big and so deep
And possibly full of creatures that we'll never see
Likewise trillions of ants claim the biomass throne
Over two hundred species on any one tree alone
A fascinating insect by engineer and design
If it had intellect its brain may be as brilliant as mine
The chances of ants in a jungle to see us are very slim
Unless we explore nature and go looking them
Although most of us in the real world don't really care
We have Discovery Channels and we know that they are there
But we just live our lives and let nature take its coarse
An insects life can be really boring when you compare it to yours
But turn the tables around and lets talk about earth
In the middle of this jungle we call a vast universe
How arrogant of a species to think we're all alone
When we have identified other planets that we could call home
So something light years away is a species far more advanced
And to them our world is just a tree of different kinds of ants
Nothing for them to bother with, we have nothing they want
But like National Geographic from a distance they watch
Or maybe they are just waiting for us to mature as a race 
A primitive planet in the jungles of outer space 

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the time

the time of us is ending
i can feel it in your kiss
we have loved each other for so long
to have it ending just like this
i cant believe after all these years
your love for me is gone

i feel it in my heart 
as i wait for you to go
and i know i will survive
and i still love you so

you came back from your country
as you have the last few years
but each time that you come back
you never are the same
it,s your love  for me you lack
and i dont know who,s to blame

but dont worry i,ll be strong
like i always have been
but you cntinue to lie to me
and you feel guilty 
because your wrong

it wont take long 
for me to get back up and fight
it was you who did us wrong
i,ll be the one who sleeps at night

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my first abc poem

A beautiful creature develops envies for going home irresponsibly, joining killer leader mortals not opposing perfection, questioning resurrections surrounding the unified valiant women xalting youthful Zen.

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                                         I WALKED IN CLASS
                                  LIKE A SCHOOL GIRL IN A MASK
                                         WHO WAS AFRIAD TO BE UNMASKED
                                                                                                                                                                         IVE BEEN BULLIED TO MANY TIMES 
                                        TO LET YOU THINK THAT THIS IS JUST A SILLY RHYME 
                                                    BULLINGIS ONE THING BUT RESPECT IS ANOTHER
                                                                RESPECT IS NOT SOMETHING YOU CAN TAKE FROM ONE ANOTHER

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best friend

there  here  till  the  end  and  when  you  need a   helping  hand  they   are  most 
likely   to   help.they   will   always  be  there  when  your  sad  or  happy  or  
maybe  even  angry and  scared.

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Go To Hell

**** it i wanna go to hell,
cuz ima peice of *****it aint hard to ****in tell.

It aint good livin wit da goody goodies,
i like black in all black sittin right  next to your casket wit a heart attack. 

Loud bass pounding your brains in,
making you wanna do anythin but sin.

Cuz you no that music is salvation,
but i ****ed up way to much, that's why im on probation.

Not just just wit da law, but also with the Christ committees,
and than the Lord looks down upon me and says, "wat the **** is wrong wit it"?

"I created him to serve me, 
but now all i see is him falling away from my family tree". 

So that is why i wanna go to hell,
cuz ima piece of shit, it aint hard to ****in tell.  

PS: sorry readers for all the cuss words. i wrote this wen i was in jail. i just got out last Sunday so ima post some more of my prison work if you don't mind. please leave comment and tell me wat you think.