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HALF-HEARTED HYPERBOLE

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he scribbles lines 
he won't erase

         about the lines 
         upon his face


that tell tall tales 
quite truthfully

          of half-hearted 
          hyperbole


behind contrived, 
proud modesty,

          shrouded in true
          dishonesty.

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The One That I-Love

I-am an I-T with I-D and I-LL BE 
staring at your I-G cause when I-SEE 
you I-FEEL so happy, And MAY-BE I can be your J-B.
But I-SUCKS, Cause I have no HI-LUX
Cant treat you to Starbucks, watch movies on I-MAX.
Cant bring you to WHITE-ROCKS resort with HIGH-BILLS
Eat chicken, steak in FRY-GRILL.
But I-FEEL that I-WILL be with you, 
UN-TIL I died from a HIGH-CHILL.  
But IM-STEEL to BE-KILL 
So I-STILL climb lots of HIGH-HILLS 
With you while on your HIGH-HEELS
And I'll-STEAL your heart for real.
To RE-VEAL that my love for you is FOR-REAL.
Just to prove you Girl what I-Feel.

-Ezekiel Vicher
Twitter : @Vichpleaase "Follow" :)


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the voice within

The Voice Within 
Truth is a beautiful bird that seeks the light of knowledge
but it also has sharp talons to grab hold of and expose lies,
and falseness that dissipate in the sight of veracity.

But are all truths good for everyone isn´t there moments 
in life when a small lie can safe life or stop the crying of 
a distressed child or comfort the grieving?

The insistence of absolute truth can with time become 
cold and tyrannical, shows no mercy holds no love, lacks 
human understanding and passion.

Truth seeker can be sadists taking delight in suffering of
those who have been caught in the confusing of untrue,
of what professional liars call: “To misspeak”   

 Truth without empathy is therefore useless we need to
hear the inner voice and listen to its song; at dawn it sings 
so softly you will be moved to make the right choice. 


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Conspiracy nut

when some one else is                                                                                                   caught it's a conspiracy                                                                                                   when I say something


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Night of Mystery

The sun was rather hasty--
I might go so far as this;
Because of it, that starry night,
Concluded with a kiss.

And for its misplaced manners--
Its intrusion, if you will;
I have hung the darkest curtains
Just above the window sill.

But should the sun allow it--
One long night of mystery;
I'd pull the curtains down, and smile
For the possibility!


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though we should go mad

though we should go mad, we 
mad ones spilling ink, all 
words, all tinny words, echoed 
valley of our minds, instead 
we fade with dreadful prattle, teeth 
in beds of powdered bone, lost 
to ragged children, wept 
mothers stumble cast, out 
far from humble hearth, new  
kings but different kin, roar 
a battle surge in ears, as 
death's dirge rattles, kith to none, and  
we search for some, hope 
is one, not as thought, in mist and sun 
would even wisest think we’d won, for 
only in denuded land, stripped bare, if 
to reach out, touched and be the one, dusted 
travel stain and done, yet now this night, this 
sleep, as if knowing half of earth awakes, keeps 
tap tap tapping, rattle key’d and paper worn, to 
laugh in the face of heuristic plans, while 
dancing mad in midnight’s moon, but 
as mortals, alas will do, hope 
in vain for sweet Erato’s swoon, the
flesh wins now in sleep’s cocoon. 


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Burger Joint

Lucy and Matilda were on the job at the burger joint.
Bad boy Buzz Muldoon rushed in brandishing a gun.
Matilda kicked the would-be robber square in his junk.
Lucy bashed his head in with a badass ball-peen hammer.
The two hard working ladies continued cleaning up the joint.
They chunked Muldoon in the dumpster with the rest of the trash.
Lucy and Matilda opened the establishment without missing a beat.
It was just another typical day right here in the big bad city.
To be successful entrepreneurs in this old turbulent world,
you have to grow a pair of big brass gnarly ones, be you male or female.


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Unfinished Blitz

The Blitz Poem, a poetry form created by  UNSUPPORTED CODE Robert Keim UNSUPPORTED CODE .

This form of poetry is a stream of short phrases and images with repetition and rapid flow. 

Begin with one short phrase, it can be a cliché. Begin the next line with another phrase that begins


The third and fourth lines are phrases that begin with the last word of the 2nd phrase, the 5th and 6th lines
begin with the last word of the 4th line, and so on, continuing, with each subsequent pair beginning with the
last word of the line above them, which establishes a pattern of repetition. 

Continue for 48 total lines with this pattern, And then the last two lines repeat the last word of line 48,
then the last word of line 47.

The title must be only three words, with some sort of preposition or conjunction joining the first word
from the third line to the first word from the 47th line, in that order.

There should be no punctuation. When reading a BLITZ, it is read very quickly, pausing only to breathe.

Testing the waters: 


Dreams scattered
dreams mattered

Mattered much
mattered deeply

Deeply touched
deeply shattered

Shattered lives
shattered spirits

Spirits mending
spirits lending

Lending healing
lending feelings

Feeling hopeful
feeling faithful

Faithful words
faithful deeds

Deeds done
deeds undone

Undone damage
undone scars

Scars mark
Scars wounds

Wounds healed
wounds flesh

Flesh weak
flesh sight

Sight see's
sight's faith

faith speaks
faith marches

Marches slower 
marches pace 

Pace slower 
pace timing

timing
time

we will
shine 

again
by 
grace

 Unfinished  to be continued ....unedited
















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A Sad State Of Affairs

He robbed a bank,
His armpits stank,
He ran a scam,
He screwed a lamb,
He is a drunk,
He has a pet skunk,
He cripples nuns,
He stole some funds,
He spits on graves,
He owns some slaves,
He cheats on his wife,
He kills kittens with a knife,
He pissed on a pew,
He laughs at me and you,
He is a politician.


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Gnarly Balls

Gnarly balls, gnarly balls,
Vladimir Putin’s got gnarly balls.
He wrestles bears
But he’s losing his hair.
Vladimir Putin’s got gnarly balls.


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