Sisters selling super soup sipping slime.
Cuddling kindles kissing.
Trapezoids trip tripping toddler.
Lions laying lifeless.
Passionate assassins assist assassinating assailants.
I
Neo Soviet sleeper cells lying in wait
Or just crossing the border at varied places
Troop checkpoints or a forest path
Or by HALO jump from a plane
Doing their job changing the landscape
Not chopping down trees
But assassinating those on the list
Culling the ones who were an issue
That Putin wanted dead out of the way
A wearer of the crown
Is trained to frown
His monarchical gown.
Not for democratized town
People of renown
Sometimes go down
In assassinating ponds drown
The Dirtiest, coffee brown
Uneasy has to be the head
That is with power fed
Owner’s eyes, even in bed,
Ever watchful and red.
Uneasy lies the head,
To the others their head.
WORD IS WEIRD
Word is comparable with medication,
can heal the one with fever and pain
if articulate in passion,
hence you have to be in attention,
when you release to someone,
Yet be careful before make it heard,
Cause word is weird,
Word can be a dangerous poison,
Assassinating someone,
And killing fast than machine gun,
Though keep your thought in,
Before spiting your fellows human,
Though always keep your mouth on guard,
Cause word is weird,
Ali mohammed
[email protected]
Zanzibar Islands
Technology is advancing,
The world is developing every day,
But I have something entirely different to say……
I am afraid that,
The world is marching towards a darker future.
I am afraid that,
Just for development it is assassinating its nature.
I am afraid that, its youth just doesn’t care.
I am afraid that, what is happening is just not fair.
I am afraid that,
One day a blanket of smoke will totally cover,
No pure water shall the clouds shower.
I am afraid that,
All the rivers, ponds, oceans and lakes might dry,
Nothing will the eyes shed when we cry.
I am afraid because my fears are proving themselves true,
I am afraid because a little time is left for something to do.
Barabas, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Barabas by T. Wignesan
This insignia that Barabas be
Seditious and murderous
None so worthy as he can be
Bartered body for Jesus
Criminal right down to genes
To our father of all is he son
For assassinating crowd he stands
Which acquits and absolves him
Just as it should be the crime
Paid for by a price equal deem
Be that the blood of his victim
Serve Barabas to redeem
(from Pierre Emmanuel’s « Les Jours de la Passion », pub. July 2011)
© T. Wignesan – Paris, October 13, 2014)
The past something we cant delete
a childhood filled with deceit
addictions the cause of our defeat
negligence a doom we repeat
becoming fixtures enclosed be concrete
the decision is yours
whether or not the decease will be cured
do we know anything for sure
if anything we love is pure
through tribulation will we endure
as temptations become the lure
searching for wisdom in a pile of lies
truth its hard to find them
you have to look through the liars disguise
the plans they do devise
is to prepare you for your demise
becoming ensnared by our on mind
assassinating those of our own kind
to this destruction have we become blind
Buccaneers of love
In the love legends
Not resembling the angels
But they are prophets of the hearts
Their revelation
The true love
The endless love
The renewed love
Appreciating love
Living for the love
Dying for the love
Buccaneers of love
Prophets of the hearts
Their souls are innocent
Swimming in the sky
To rain their dreams
And they are swimming
In space of the longing
To rain the hope
Buccaneers of love
Prophets of the hearts
Under hearts angles
They are shadowing
And they are sucking
The wine nectar
From lips of lovers
Not robbing the shyness
And not assassinating tears
Not hurting the feelings
Buccaneers of love
Prophets of the hearts
A toast of the evening
A toast of the morning
Adoring the evening
Adoring the morning
Coloring the seashores
With affections
Besieging the hearts
With feelings
Besieging the eyes
With beauty
Buccaneers of love
Prophets of the hearts
Waiting for the night
To feel with the warmth of chests
When the lips melt
And the bodies burn
For beginning love
Buccaneers of love
Prophets of the hearts.........
The bullet is on the tip of my tongue
Your heart is underneath the barrel of the gun
I’ll blow your HEART to pieces
With this:
A lethal word; a deathly weapon
I’ll watch you bleed to nothing
Shrivel, shiver with this:
An assassinating label; DEHUMANIZATION
The Poison, our kind seeks but rarely finds
We try to escape its consequences yet
We are always beguiled by its strong essence and state of mind
Protected by laws and rules set by Society
Atrocious, wicked Society concealed under principles and convention
Watching every step with a keen eye like a lion watching a feeble fawn
Waiting for the right moment to strike
Society is yet another quadruped, a toxic weapon, an envious bully
Annihilating anyone that dares to cross its Constitution
Despite this, rises upon us the Bold with lethal sword
Bloodily assassinating any contractions… and declares himself leader
Only then Society bows to the victorious
It’s a conspiracy; it’s a Fantasy, or perhaps a delusion
All which I know I’m Poisoned with no antidote
Sucking the lifeblood out of our nation
Overseeing their dependency creation
Contempt for those who have incentive
Ignoring ideas that are inventive
Assassinating common sense, instilling fear
Listen to the people but refuse to hear
Insisting it is all for our own good
Suppressing achievement as they knew they would
Twisting the truth is what they do so well
Sending our nation to a man made hell.
Quote from the idiot Speaker. “Who needs God when we have the Democrats.”
If we reelect them, then we deserve what we get.
Jealousy is a fierce emotion,
It causes men and women to create
messy commotions,
Women may get jealous of other women,
competing and spewing venom,
but when men get jealous of other men,
They become vicious and cruel,
spreading lies,
Challenging them to duels,
hoping to eliminate the competition
they despise,
Suddenly a woman's novio
becomes her pimp,
Sore losers tend to act like imps,
Men are as catty as women,
if not worse,
Assassinating a woman's character,
until it gets taken away by a hearse.
Contd
With time I could feel
My blood getting fainter and
The air that I breathe contaminated
With the bogus love of hers
My flesh started to liquefy
Burning away silently with the
Command of her eyes
But at my dismay
She did show me the real “Her”
A smile of deception
A riddle that brings you close
For what is life worth living
If I can’t show you what I know
That love is always dying
That darkness gets me through
That drowning all emotion
Is why I still want you
Conspiring in this madness
A whisper of your heart
And in this cold disaster
I’ll take your love apart
Mechanical and poisoned
My artificial dreams
I create them from your answers
And then I plant disease
The darkest kind of creature
A reflection of this world
Twisted by illusion
But thriving on despair
I’ve come too far to be here again
With one more coloured lie to dress up my shame
Drifting out of time away from you all
I’m holding onto pain as I let myself take the fall
I’m burying myself and removing my friends
Assassinating love and creating an end
Speaking to a wall that’s painted with dreams
I gather up my hate and turn the wall into screams
When nothing left is real
There’s nothing left to see
I’ve nothing left to love
I’ve given in to misery
With fear at my door I stand all alone
I either turn away or turn myself into stone
Unable to react I seem to stop and stare
But fear has taken what was left and I collapse within its care
With nothing left to be
Nobody else to use
I close my eyes and whisper hate
I’ve given in to self abuse
I never had to breathe
I never had to die
I gave into the darkest places before I could deny
My eyes will burn in sleepless visions and there’s nothing left to fight
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