Best Enterprises Poems

Primose path leads to the slaughter of American
dream delete pause proficiency with internetty
webbegone after thoughts of yahoo googleyed 
interred intricacies that shed benign capsules of
 mom entary apple pie delquiences cooling 
the soul shopping for the next alias avenue of
pointless me procurement mauling an ongoing
onerous...

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There is a place called tomorrow
Where this set of politicians
Who claim we elected them
Will all be gone
Even the last trace of their names
Will be no more.
No need naming names
Or pointing fingers at them
You and I know them well.
In that place called tomorrow,
Even their distant seeds...

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Liberal in restoring Love,
Conservatively against retributive Anger and Fear

The L word,
like the N word,
Labels no one with healthy political aspirations would want,
no conservative fellow-conservationist of monoculturing privilege
that we would want to rabidly become
liberally uneducated
and slavishly remain unhappily in stuck.

The L word
is a political caricature,
a despotic...

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I dreamed and schemed through all of my life,
On how to end this miserable strife.
You caused my life to be sheer terror,
But you were twisted, and that was your error.

You kept me bound in chains and rope,
While you and your man took trips on dope.
I...

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Tor, the free software enabling anonymous communication, 
if you want to hide from network surveillance, traffic analysis, or identity verification.  Instant messaging, online forums, or the darkest deepest post, 
personal privacy and freedoms ambiguity are obscured by anonymous host.  

Technical and legal questions...

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OMG this is what I think as I am reading? 
thus pus poems and yes they stink
simple in word mire contrivances with 
rancid rhyme scheme redundants that
exude explanatory expectorants spouting 
word wormy willy wally whilst wonk wails 
worthless words in causal clits of  
I...

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I was skeptically listening 
to a retiring social researcher,
and problem-solving imaginer,
from the American Enterprise Institute;

An Institute
I usually find more destitute
of bicameral consciousness than not,
and thereby with less healthy resonant imagination
than more pathological dissonance.

But, I found myself agreeing with him.
He is retiring,
in part,
because he is tired...

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He had sleepless dreams ....

Admiring trillions of Indians, he rose like a rose with colours of valour
Born in Rameshwaram village, to Jainulabdeen a poor boat owner.
Dreamt of changing the world with his venerated ardour 
Using reason, motivation, intention and fervour
Learning and teaching he spent his...

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For the greatest hamburgers, hot dogs, and fresh-cut fries,
we must only know one location, and that’s “Five Guys”.
The stores are found in thirteen states along the east coast.
Food is fresh and never frozen, quality’s the most!
Their burgers cooked to order from the best cuts of...

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His life is reloaded with indomitable passion
Thirsty for power and lustful enterprises
His love bleeds on the filthy streets
In dreams he haunts his enemies
Committed for no commitments
he whispers into my ears
his dynamite lips explodes my nerves
I break down in his heavy arms
He believes in detached love;
Sex...

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In modern enterprises
All 
In belief
They believe 
In
Make your dog 
In starve
So then
He will follow you
And all 
Profit
In the belly 
Of stock
This greedy
Belly 
Insatiable...

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I was listening to a Christian theologian friend of mine
speaking about the Messiah's,
and St. Paul's,
original intention when singing praises of God's here/not-here Kingdom,
and potential as a multiculturally inclusive Church,
as a countercultural extending family,
creolizing out to encompass all human natures
to conjoin and rejoin Earth's cooperatively-owned
and self-other...

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The howling wind causes the unlatched shutter
to bang incessantly against the faded gray wood
The upstairs window, that the shutter shields,
has spider legs of cracked glass
A black widow house, if ever there was such a thing
All the other windows of this untended house are shuttered tight,
the...

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You bought the ticket, so let's take a ride
I promise not to leave you unsatisfied
You may want a life vest and/or bear spray
And abandon all hope as you enter the doorway...

There's the part of me that runs amok while I sleep
The eccentric puppeteer with a...

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we are here only for 
the pure joy of Living, 
a perfect simplicity of
blend requiem of life well lived
cognizant of ill pressed non beliefs
distant ***** dagger domestications
prisoner soulless sex socializations
livid love lies, greedy gonad gossip
self levied hate from sources abrupt
from in to ex turnal left...

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