It's easy to see
It's more important to be
pro-life
than pro-choice
if one must prefer to choose
to win or lose
robust healthy life.
Are you pro-life
or pro-choice?
Both.
Pro-choosing resilient EarthTribe life
for everyone.
Do not confuse pro-choice
with pro-death,
Or pro-life
with anti-integrity unhealthy choice.
If pro-LifeChoice
emerges on our Winner's Table,
then the list of what we are democratically for
becomes a health agenda
of resonant life fully lived
with self and other compassion.
And all the diversely negative anti-life non-choices begin,
for me,
with anti-life risks of nuclear holocaust,
anti-climate risks to resilient health,
anti-life automated commodified industrial ballistics
designed to kill
as rapidly
and vapidly
as irresponsibly possible.
This list of patriarchally-driven abortions of healthy choice
against pro-life matriarchal healing humanity
goes on and on most violently
then abusively
then neglectfully
then unconsciously
uncommitted to never aborting LifeChoice
democratic advocacy
respect
dignity
passion
enchantment
wonder
love
sacred integrity.
Categories:
abusively, abortion, change, courage, earth,
Form: Political Verse
We are not
Your victim
anymore
This is
sheer peace
No more
being
manipulated
beaten
and verbally
down trodden
We wanted
you to
change
But how
could you
When
you only
got
disgustingly
worse
We are
free
You hate
the other
gender
Your abuse
is manipulative
violent
and demeaning
You choose
as your
victims
damaged
genders
abused since
childhood
To reopen
wounds
with
sexual degradation
physical beatings
and verbal
tyranny
And
you are
proud of
your legacy
Aren't
you tired
of always
being
in a
RAGE
Wanting
control
with
intimidation
violence
and
verbal aggression
Raging
and
Abuse
Doesn't that
get old?
We don't
make you
do anything
You make
your own
choice
to be
a Raging
Lunatic
It never
ends with
YOU
The other
gender
is an object
to you
To be
shaped into
whatever suits
YOU
It's
never ending
ABUSE
ABUSIVE
and
RAGING
ABUSIVELY
This is our
voice
That we
are on
to you
But you
won't hear
our voice
It's foreign
to you
You only
hear the
inside
RAGING
OF
YOU!
(The sociopaths song "The Unholy" by Slash)
Categories:
abusively, abuse, animal, change, games,
Form: Free verse
I admit I approximated akin adultery
Abusively allowing my abominable,abstinent eyes
To absorb abstract,alluring beauty around me
Gazed galvanic glances guiltily
Thus glamorized God's grave gluttony.
Categories:
abusively, abuse, emotions,
Form: Alliteration
I admit I approximated akin adultery
Abusively allowing my abominable abstinent eyes
To absorb abstract,alluring beauty around me
Gazed galvanic glances guiltily
Thus glamorized God's grave gluttony.
Categories:
abusively, abuse, anger,
Form: Alliteration
I admit I approximated akin adultery
Abusively allowing my abominable,abstinent eyes
To absorb abstract,alluring beauty around me
Gazed galvanic glances guiltily
Thus glamorized God's grave gluttony.
Abdelwaheb Dhaou.
Categories:
abusively, betrayal,
Form: Alliteration
By
STREET CRIES
AM I ASHAMED OF ME
SEE THE CITY WHERE I LIVE NOT OFTEN I SEE ME
MY JOB TEAM ONLY HAS ME
THAT LOOK LIKE ME
IS IT POSSIBLE THAT I HAVE FORGOTTEN ME
WOMEN THAT I AM ATTRACTED TO SOMETIMES
DON'T LOOK LIKE ME
PEOPLE THAT I OFTEN TALK TO DON'T SOUND LIKE ME
I AM SO USE TO NOT SEEING ME
SOMETIMES I DON'T EVEN SPEAK WHEN I SEE ME
TV SHOWS ME NEGATIVELY
IS THAT THE WAY I REALLY SEE ME
IT'S FUNNY HOW PEOPLE WHO DON'T LOOK LIKE ME
ACT LIKE ME
BUT DON'T WANT THE REALTY OF BEING ME
THIS COUNTRY WAS BUILT ON THE BACKS OF ME
WHEN THEY WHERE FINISH PUT WIPS ON THE BACKS
OF ME
TOLD ME I WAS UGLY NO BEAUTY IN ME
SEPARATED MY FAMILY SO THERE'S NO UNITY
THE BLOOD OF A SLAVE RUNS THROUGH ME
IS THAT WAY I HAVE A DISTORTED IMAGE OF ME
GET HIGH AND DRUNK TREAT MY WOMEN ABUSIVELY
CONSISTENTLY SEEKING THE DESTRUCTION OF ME
OBVIOUSLY WE NEED TO WAKE UP
LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND LOVE WHAT WE SEE
Categories:
abusively, anxiety, appreciation, black african
Form: Lyric
There are very few ones who care
There are very few who share;
There are few who affectionately glare
Number of those specials are undoubtedly rare.
People whom you can trust blindly
People whom you can forgive kindly;
People whom you love passionately
People whom you can show your stupidity innocently.
Those who'll never talkbehind your back
Those who loves you even if you lack;
Those who often abusively whack
Those who have the key of your heart to hack.
you must be thinking who are they?
Why without greed they are behaving such a way?;
Don't they deserve an extreme pray
Its your FAMILY, Yes none but they.
They can forget you even for the biggest mistake
They are the one if you'll sleep ,they'll wake;
Their affection is as pure as shell
They know your every next step very well.
I really call it a dreamy affection
Seems like living in the world of perfection;
They are your family never let them down
Their single love can bet the whole town.
Categories:
abusively, faith, family, forgiveness, growing
Form: Prose Poetry
Seven years old, abusively violated!
Only useless refuse left after
The extraction of my innocence
Live prey, left an empty shell!
Ten years old,
Mixed with a blend of conflicting entities
Existing entirely as an irregular frail unit
Not speaking for fear of spasmodic hesitation
Fourteen years old,
Uncontrolled, self destructive, total hatred of self!
Frequent thoughts of suicide, gun in mouth, deeply absorbed
Engrossed even, yet can’t bring myself to surpass moral bounds
Fifteen years old,
Life changing event!
Pregnant! Devastated! Abandoned! Afraid! Alone!
Except for the baby girl growing inside of me
Nineteen years old,
Repetition of the previous age
None the wiser yet,
But slowly receiving the understanding
Of the need to repent!
Immediately discovering the hope
Finally embracing the power and
Experiencing the Grace of the Lord
Who said that through “Him” -
ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE!
Categories:
abusively, childhood, recovery from...
Form: Free verse
I hear your voice screaming in the meadow,
words spoken abusively in the shadows.
I know it's not in my head. It grows.
I hear footsteps in the deep dark forest,
running like the sound of fearful horses.
But I know it's not in my head. It echoes
Sometimes I feel like I'm tightly confined and losing my mind.
My loss of ability to save who I want to be is taking over me from behind.
And though who I want to be is not what I always see,
it can't hurt to try.
Categories:
abusively, confusion, hope, life
Form: Lyric
The soldier’s gone march
Like soul mates never depart
These soldiers gone march
While you struggle to understand this art
The soldier’s gone march
By no means am I apologizing
But I will admit
That these were the time I could not see
Through your eyes, my writing, I’m acknowledging
These were only the images you would permit me to be
My selfishness becoming a common existence
I beg of you, relish the thought, and be persistent
If no one else will, then maybe you will listen
As a separate part of me
It’s the tragedy’s I’m missing
The fallen hero of a beloved romance
Life, I’d give it up to touch and slow dance
Blue jays chirp
As to me, a coming of new days alerts
Maybe it’s the journey
To and from the mistakes we’ve made that hurt
My saddest moments
Tune the sound of an empty bottle of Jager
You had us an hour previous to noon
Found sympathy in a model
Abusively you want to save her, so you shake her
Hoping your cruel touch will awake her
Whether I’m in Bagdad or marching up the Himalayas
With sworn enemies to slay us
Beneath my ashes you may lay our trust
But this soldier’s gone march
Categories:
abusively, life, music, peace, song-
Form: I do not know?
Deep within me...
I as one feel so lovely...
I barely...
have a torn part within me that was abusively...
hurt because of you...
I love you...
Cause we as one do good things...
Good collaboration...
you are my only...
explanation...
when my body come closer to yours it have these, these, uhhhh...
good vibrations...
As I lay my head down to sleep...
I...
me...
just you so close to me...
Baby...
I love the way you kiss...
because it’s this, this, this ummm...
form of bliss...
is not a oceanic abyss...
it’s mysterious it’s deep...
cause I lose my train of thoughts to pause and reminisce...
how your lips on my lips...
your hands was once on my shoulders but they found their way to rock my hips...
This love I have for you is so serious...
Now this might sound a little cliche...
you’re the one that brightens my day...
within my deep concentration...
When in I don’t feel like doing nothing you’re my inspiration...
that gets me to my destination...
When I have a bad day you provide me with more knowledge and extra information...
Thanks boo for being patient...
Now you can stop thinking...
it’s true love ...
Now let your mind take a vacation...
Categories:
abusively, happiness, love, passion, thank
Form: Romanticism