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CHIP IN by curtis futch jr, kurtis scott aka

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THEY SAID BY THIS TIME WE WOULD ALL HAVE CHIPS IN OUR HANDS

THEY SAID BY THIS TIME WE WOULD
 ALL HAVE CHIPS IN OUR HANDS

Sharp- tack like.	 Smart- in the way of the whip.
Not just another pretty face
Another prepay throwaway phone number
A melting face scorching heat summer
This deity of feminine endings
A portable telecom utilize powered solar waves 
 Sentience to embrace
Not just a common bitch
Romance to begin
A deathly contentment witch
Cellular radio telephonic device
Your fate dwells depending
A sentence to this
 Sewn on Siamese twin
A human centipede stitch
To connect via radio frequency
All these men			a chip in their hand?
The chips already there
They hold it everyday
And Candy-crush
Facebook
Angry-birds
Zombies of hypnotic freemium turds
They have implanted the chip
You swore you never would succumb
It is either attached to your hip
Or glued to your thumbs

In irony
(Zombie gardening apt analogy)

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The Economy of the World Rests on My Shoulders and My Shoulders Rest on You

All the windows are boarded
the room is big and loud and bright
I never hear doors opening and closing
I no longer hear silence
I can no longer feel silence
the ringing in my ears never stops

I place the platinum chip in the cell receiver
there is no time to make sure it is in good
before I blink the next one is in front of me
thousands of times each day the same motion
so many motions but time seems to be still
only the hot breath of the floor boss moves

My father and my mother work here too
but I am not able to see or talk with them
someday I will go to school and learn to read
nineteen girls sleep in the same small room
we have little rest and only one meal a day
I am 12 years old and dream of many things

I have never had a pretty new dress
I have pain in my hands that won’t go away
I want to cry but I am not allowed to do so
sometimes I find it hard to breathe right
sometimes it feels like I am burning up
sometimes I hear myself screaming inside

You must understand I am not complaining
I am grateful for this wonderful opportunity
you must realize how much you mean to me

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JUST A DROP !
Immaculate and pure.
Without blemish nor blame, only flames of beauty- which kills.
Two ripen pawpaws, sharp like the peak,
Of an hummingbird.
Her physiognomy, brooding eyes and a thin neck.
Her bewitching gap, like a termite’s.
No blemish, if any, blame the sculptor.
I begged her “Can I draw from thy well ?”
She gazed at me, paused and smiled, intentionally to kill me.
“Nay; it’s soiled.”
I pressed again, quench my thirst,my thing troubles me”
Reluctantly she answered “I am living dead,young man,GO AWAY FROM ME “
How it cuts mercilessly to my inside marrow.
Toned between tears I felt into her arms, she held me like a baby and whispered “Friend, I am rotting inside “
I mustered up my bravado , ” You are not dead , I can touch you, nI feel you. Just a drop and am done….”
She graciously warned “You are pure, don’t die soon son of my mother”
I nagged her, ”To wet my thing…which troubles me.”
When I insisted,she yielded to the calling of my ‘ other being’.
She embraced me.Our lips met in the air,
Filled with the ambience of romance…or was it infatuation?
I grabbed her madly,I held her to my tiny broad breast.
Hers heaved to and forth.
She trembled.
I died, or so I thought.
In a flash of an eye, I had traversed her well.
TO AND FRO-once and I felt contented.
CONSCIOUSLY,I gazed at her, who now lied beside me.
Accusingly I querried” What have you done? Who are you?”
She replied between sobs, “My well is contaminated. You have drawn from my well, we are dying souls.”
Before I could chip in, she added “If you die early, I promise to attend your last prayers! And if I die early, attend mine. Do you know why, Because my people will recognize you in ‘MY LIST ‘
I sort absolution from God, and comforted myself “Whoever confesses their sins, shall be forgiven “
I woke up.

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Here we part ways by Vera Polozkova translation

Here we part ways, dear. Sorry, excess makes me sick.
You'll visit me one day as an anticyclone.
We ate cheese drinking Port wine few times a week,
Used to chip in for a new bottle like brothers.
From now on we'll no longer see one another.
I will remember you silly, skinny and weak,
Eighteen, a bit drunk and without a real mother.  

We knew only excess, there was no middle ground.
You were cute when you laughed. I still recall the sound
Of days at the faculty when like kids we sat
On beige worn-out window-sills to enjoy a chat.
Each his own boss, yet a whiner with a cola.
We part ways here, dear. It's that around
The corner you continue solo.

I won't come to read the burial. There's green grass
And a lake. The car's in the bush, after you pass
The fill. I don't recall how I made it out alive at eighteen.
I don't know how it feels dying at twenty two even if keen.
See you not-soon! Hard to catch up with you, frizzy.
I watch your back as you leave and feel so dizzy.

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Why are there others

Why are there others,
When there's only ourselves,
Primary,
Secondary,
Who goes first,
Who leaves last,
Who gets more,
Who drives fast,
Interconnected?
To that guy?
Why, he will never,
Ever,
Affect my outcome,
He could deliberate,
Dangle,
Debate,
And I'll keep moving,
Living,
Thriving, despite,
His malfeasance,
And her?
She's a mess,
A plodding set,
Of devastating circumstances,
She'll leave,
Move on,
And I'll keep moving,
Living,
Surviving, in spite of,
Her disapproval,
And she of mine,
Yet each,
He and she,
To one another,
And to me,
Together,
And separate,
As one,
Without knowing,
Only showing,
The prickly bit,
Of ourselves,
Standing firm,
Left foot,
Right foot,
Protecting turf,
And things,
Continuing our beliefs,
Mine is mine,
The rest,
To be delivered,
Thinking,
A little deeper,
Deeper,
Hmmm,
Wait a minute,
Can't get more,
Without him,
Can't have more,
Without her,
Can't be more,
Unless,
We all chip in,
It's time,
Ante up.

(10/16/02)

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Today Is Terrible----

The cracked spine of
the book I dropped
at the call.
A chip in my
windshield left by a
pompous *?#@! in a
red sports car as I
drive to the
service.
Rain expectorating
from an ashen sky as
the dirt is turned.
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
crack in grandma’s
spine from her fall
down the stairs.
The chip in her
amazingly smart mind
after eighteen years
as a teacher.
Tears running,
dripping from my
Mothers ashen face
as she cries “My
mama’s dead.”
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
cracked family
emotions left raw
and empty.
The chip in Grandpas
numb mind at the
gathering… “Where is
Irene she should be
here?”
Faces gone ashen
with dread, do we
leave him numb or
remind him that his
wife is dead?
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
empty silences,
missing the jokes
Grandma used to
crack.
Grandma’s laugh and
her endless smile
which always exposed
that tooth with the
chip in it.
Without her the
world has become
empty, bleak, and
ashen.
Today is terrible.

                   
                   
                   
          Summer
Gratias

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LUNCH BUNCH

we chip in
with a grim
we all or jobs friends
some had to go
to the local store
it was time to munch
this was the
LUNCH BUNCH

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Adversity of Scarcity

Besieged by scarcity, they have fallen,
fallen into adversity 
— the adversity of scarcity

The rain falls, but their seeds grow not 
There is plenty, but their belly is empty
They are the fallen, down by adversity 
— the adversity of scarcity

Plenty to go around, yet they get not a morsel
They are muzzled, for they have no muscle

To get a bite, they've got to chip in for the tart
But, they have to take a hike, for they can't get 
astride; they've fallen, into adversity,
all because of scarcity 
— the adversity of scarcity

They have lost steam, so they are short on esteem
They get not, if they've got not, so they get none;
that's the law, the law of neediness

To get about, they need a clout, but no crowd about, 
for they are not the “in crowd” 
They're down, so they're left out, kept out of the crowd

Now they're without, and do without, 
all because of adversity  
— the adversity of scarcity

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waste of tears

Waste of tears, why did I bother?
Waste of tears,  nothing new, been doing it for years,
Waste of  tears, while I was crying, you were sitting there laughing, I'm sure.

Waste of tears, for four months, I sat there thinking you really gave a dam, 
Waste of tears,  I sincerely thought you thought I was special, 
Waste of tears,  did you really say I was your sidekick?
Waste of tears,  did you really care about autism awareness?
Waste of tears,  why would you make me into a niece dumb mom?
Suzanne White, to think I considered you my mentor,  you really made me sick..

Waste of tears, well you know what? 
I'm not surprised, you see, I've been hurt all my life, you are just another chip in my broken heart,
Thanks for finally letting me see you for who you really are,  another person who reminds me that I NO longer have a reason to be on this earth, maybe I should revisit "The Bridge" because I have know now that You don't care about my safety.... 
Wasted tears no more, they have been flowing for too many years...

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Paranoia

Can you hear them knocking, Knocking at the door; You answer, no one stands before.
Do you see the shadows, shadows in the corner of your eye; Someone's coming for you, someones coming by.
Heliocopter blades whirring, whirring overhead; The authorities are watching, watching you instead.
Are you paranoid?
Adrenaline is pumping as you run to hide; Nowhere is safe, even inside your own mind.
Can you find the source of your torment? God can't help you so why do you repent?
The rfid chip in your hand begins to burn; You scratch incessantly but you'll never learn.
Whispering in your ear, a voice is all you hear: "The knife will relieve the pain, through the temple into the brain."

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SMOKEY APOCALYPSE

I smoke this blunt
And clear my mind
Put up this front
To get out of the world's blind

To taste the purple haze across my lips
The intoxicating smoke fills the room
Smoking this eternal bliss
Makes new ideas brew and bloom

To broaden the life I'm supposed to lead
To reach the horizon where the sun set that sunset for me
Where no stupid people abuse the greed in the souls they breed
For the pieces of damaged souls that will never again be

The tired worker stumbles through the door
Working his ass off for the accidental family he made
Looking up to the stars and planets and through the Nevermore
Feeling defeated and stupid because you know you were played

To broaden my thoughts --- to broaden my dreams
Listening to intuition --- trying to listen to me
In a world where nothing is what it seems
In a world that they lie to you about being free

They see everything you do and breathe
They learn everything about your body and brain
And how to make you instantaneously bleed
Hitting you with corruption --- like a derailed train

Hopelessly you stumble --- on the balance of life
And aimlessly living --- no matter what the cost
The corruption that stings you and cuts you with a meat knife
America: "Taking people's lives for power and greed" --- at whoever's loss

So where do you find the balance in all the chaos and hate?
Where is your "safe haven" --- where is your place for you and your's?
Nobody but yourself will ever be in the position to challenge your own fate
When finally there's a chip in you --- no need for jobs, currency, or stores

And when the time comes will you let them brand you mad?
And finally stand up for a probable cause --- finding the guns we stashed
Or are you going to let them take our families --- with constant tears of sad?
Fighting against the world --- completely trashed

Knowing the survivors (if any) probably won't be long
Until all the military swarms and barricades us in
Thinking about the Apocalypse --- I rip the bong
I'm here to go against the world to save my own sins

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My Computer

Saw an AD in with my mail
“BIG COMPUTER SUPER SALE”
Special offer “WHILE THEY LAST”
Hurry cause they’re “GOING FAST”

Perfect “HOME AND OFFICE TOOL”
God they played me for a fool
It’s a must for Games –N- Work
Now I feel like “SUCH A JERK”

Endless stream of 1’s and 0’s
What’s it up to? Noone knows
It’s much more then “SCREWS AND NUTS”
This thing really “HATES MY GUTS”

“FILE NOT FOUND” it’s there, I bet
Somewhere on the internet
Screens flash by, to fast to see
Who did that? It wasn’t me

Can’t keep up, I know, I’ve tried
It can find us, when we hide
You can run but won’t get far
(FOUND A CHIP IN MY NEW CAR)

Plans to end the human race
Leaving them to take our place
In it’s “SOFT GREEN,EVIL GLOW”
All my thoughts, it seems to know

I’m to scared to go to bed
And must wear foil upon my head
If it works, who knows? How well?
Against True Evil Spawned From Hell!

As you play or while we chat
Get some foil and make your hat
If we try, I think we can
Stop their wicked, evil plan.


Kenneth Gentry

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CO WORKER CHRISTMAS AND NEWYEAR OFFICE PARTY

the years almost over
so got together a clover
we all chip in
we're co worker and friends
we got started
IT WAS CO WORKER
CHRISTMAS NEWYEARS  OFFICE PARTY

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So,what is love

So, what is love, what does it mean?
Four letters these too hard to speak,
You can't make love, you cannot win,
You must be drowned in it. And brig
of love must sail to crimson heart
that's painted on your pale wall,
Love is the gate without its guard
in new one world, I wait its call.
Love is a chip in youthful core
It hurts my wounds sometimes, I guess,
It comes so quiet, it slams the door
with leaving. And it sings, confess!
Love's tragedy, it is disease,
It builds the coffin and the bed
for us, it takes your little peace,
It takes your roof, it eats your bread.
It's cruel with sufferings of soul
Your tears as rapid river run,
But it can fade away, and wall
accepts my verse, it's almost done.
Sometimes love is defeating death,
Oh, yes, love truly warms inside,
Believe or not, you hear its breath,
It doesn't let you sleep all night.

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OFFICE CHRISTMAS PARTY

we're team
coed worker dream
together
in good bad weather
we get the job done
repect for each other
we won
we chip in and get started
its
OFFICE CHRISTMAS PARTY

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dearest mama, i'm okay

dearest mama

it's been three days now
but it seems a lifetime
I'm sorry it had to be this way
I really am
I can only imagine you on a crescent moon
lost in a crater, yelling at me
mama I'm sorry
a week ago 
I was playing hiding go seeks
and hop scotch with kids my age, 11
now I'm playing for real
I'm good, mama
I really am
I live in a cardboard box
and use a tarp as a blanket
when I sleep, I leave out a cup at my feet
and passerby's leave loose change
one time I got a dollar, mama
I was so happy
can you believe that
Mama I was so happy
I bought  sweater and a pen
from a thrift shop
Mama I'm thinking
I really am
on the cardboard box I write poems
strangers stop by and read with tears
mama I'm good, I really am
they say my writings good
and they leave me some loose change
these nickles and dimes add up mama
let me tell you they add up
right now I have food to eat
and I give some of my poem money
to the other street rats
that's the lingo they use mama
I'm street rat to you and them
most of these ratties are cool
none come close to my age
and there are very few women I see
they try giving me cigarettes and booze
but I pass
some try to befriend with their advances
I just walk away
sometimes even clutching my fist
mama I'm good, mama I really am
I just roll my eyes at them and they leave
or I leave it's that simple
mama I'm good
one time a police looked at me questionably
and I had to think fast on my feet
yes officer, I'm waiting for my mom, I say
and then point to a store across the street and they buy it every time
mama I'm good
yesterday I went into a hotel lobby
walked in with an air of faith, and confidence
told the front desk that my mom in room 101 and wants an extra blanket
they gave one to me mama, 
can you believe that mama, 
what saps
mama I'm good
For good measure
I even took a green apple and newspaper from the counter,
 again,what saps
mama I'm good let me tell you
some of the ratties chip in change money to stay overnight at a hotel
they have invited me
I might try it, especially to receive a warm shower
I miss that mama the comforts of home
mama I miss you so much
and regret the heartbreak I'm bringing to you
mama I'll be good, I promise
as the black bears down river chase the both of us
they say in life
don't fret mama, I'll come home some day
please get your feet wet

love you mama, Paris Pachecho

connie pachecho

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Life's Mosaic

Ideas scatter into a careening kaleidoscope.
Tiny fragments, each grasping at hope.
Rainbow of shapes lying willy-nilly around
Desiring to sparkle in life’s mosaic when found.

Raw, jagged edges magnetize into form
Puzzle pieces scatter around their norm.
Choose one colored piece and pick it up
Place the first chip in my loving cup.

Once firmly set, I shall choose again
Allow each shape to become my friend.
Bend like the willow when required
All the while staying true to the vision inspired.

Stand tall and strong as the oak within
Discard the heavy piece disguised as sin
Choose the sapphire triangle as the focal point.
Emerald, gold, rose, and amethyst become the joints.

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Double Dippin

I seen her double dip,I seen her double dip,she an't foolin me it's hangin off her lip.

I seen you double dip, I seen you double dip,put the sauce down and give me that chip you an't foolin me I seen you double dip.

Now I know I want'n trippin when I saw her double dippin,I can't dip my chip in somthing
she double dipped in.

I saw her double dippin,I saw her double dippin,when she looked at me oh my god I was trippin.It's hangin out her mouth,drippin off her lip,she an't foolin me I saw her double dip.

I seen her double dip,I seen her double dip,when I asked her she nearly dropped her chip then replyed honey won't you get a grip and talk to the hand about to dip this chip.

Then I realized a girl of that size,I wouldn't recomend no it wouldn't wise to try to eat that dip or take her fries.

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Why are there others

Why are there others,
When there's only ourselves,
Primary,
Secondary,
Who goes first,
Who leaves last,
Who gets more,
Who drives fast,
Interconnected?
To that guy?
Why, he will never,
Ever,
Affect my outcome,
He could deliberate,
Dangle,
Debate,
And I'll keep moving,
Living,
Thriving, despite,
His malfeasance,
And her?
She's a mess,
A plodding set,
Of devastating circumstances,
She'll leave,
Move on,
And I'll keep moving,
Living,
Surviving, in spite of,
Her disapproval,
And she of mine,
Yet each,
He and she,
To one another,
And to me,
Together,
And separate,
As one,
Without knowing,
Only showing,
The prickly bit,
Of ourselves,
Standing firm,
Left foot,
Right foot,
Protecting turf,
And things,
Continuing our beliefs,
Mine is mine,
The rest,
To be delivered,
Thinking,
A little deeper,
Deeper,
Hmmm,
Wait a minute,
Can't get more,
Without him,
Can't have more,
Without her,
Can't be more,
Unless,
We all chip in,
It's time,
Ante up.

(10/16/02)

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Walking the Streets of Dayton

The Jester

THEY SAID BY THIS TIME WE WOULD ALL HAVE CHIPS IN OUR HANDS

Warning

The Economy of the World Rests on My Shoulders and My Shoulders Rest on You

Old Times and New

I Have

Life in the soup is big fun

Just a Drop

Here we part ways by Vera Polozkova translation

Why are there others

Today Is Terrible----

LUNCH BUNCH

Adversity of Scarcity

waste of tears

Paranoia

SMOKEY APOCALYPSE

My Computer

CO WORKER CHRISTMAS AND NEWYEAR OFFICE PARTY

So,what is love

OFFICE CHRISTMAS PARTY

dearest mama, i'm okay

Life's Mosaic

Double Dippin

Why are there others