Best Sanctioned Poems
I close my eyes, think of myself
as being there
to where
screams are free to roam,
then bounce back,
immune to tortured souls
allowed to spread in waves
For some reason,
Ararat comes to mind right now
but to be honest,
Arayat should suffice
surrender,
surrender...
Surrender
All these rocks-- can I disturb you?
Even just this once.
let me
let out
my sanctioned screaming,
and release it to these mountains.
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Let's be real. Blues are the new crack and no one denies it,
they reach basers with no sign of government confinement.
This color kills slowly with one after the other, the big wigs count on that population to smother.
Oh wait this heroin has a script? Supplied by whoever made it synthetically legit?
Yes they do my young drug user you see, and if I were selling I'd give you half for free, forcing the Need to come back to me.. its ****in crazy how they make a tribute,
identifying the evil but never slowing the distribute.. or consumption for that matter,
theirs no hope for modern day snap-back mad hatters.. All I can do is say that I'm here,
for anyone lost in their own right to fear.
For my fears are numbered today as it seems, only two reside in sporadic day dreams.
One that the user wont ever find clean, and won't ever sleep towards true divine dreams. The other that server will not end the cycle, and won't see their job any less than quite rightful. Both will dream, theres no denying that friend, just depends if its sooner or after the end..
Santa looked out it was bleak with snow
Got the reindeer all ready to go
But dispite all the snowing
There's one place he ain't going
You've probably guessed right it's Moscow.
Written 11th December 2022
Sanctioned Soul
Dormant eyes never soundly sleep
For they only wake a wasteful weep
Transient thoughts that fill my head
Only keep the memories fiercely fed
Torrential tears of loves first sting
A conquered heart of early spring
My spirit scorned with every hour
As loves venom spreads sacredly sour
Oh holy and ambiguous nestled night
I take comfort in your scintillate sight
For I am always falling in a pitiless pit
Within the seductive silence sinful sit
The Bells of Death have wrung their toll
As I entomb my slaved sanctioned soul.
Sept.11.2016
BEST SAD POEM EVER II - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
Artwork by Winged Warrior (black ink)
“And they called it - Puppy Love”
He sang barefoot upon radiator piping hot
A naked child with pubescent cock in hand
An initiation danced upon burning spot
Eyes screwed tight midst his cruellest night
His face stained beneath desperate tears
We laughed out aloud listening to initiation song
Our compassion died midst those early years
With the back of hand replacing mothers love
Tears became the victim to lessons learned
We danced to the whims of sadistic regime
Only strong did survive, weakest burned
Any favour shown would demand such high price
With **** bleeding more common that colds
Character building were all beatings given
As were the suicides of sobbing 13-year-old's
The comforting arms with soft female voice
Whispering words that I would so desperately clutch
Groomed early years within pillow of soft breast
Whilst satisfying carers insatiable crotch
I survived stunted growth in spite of such years
Disguising damage that I knew went beyond repair
A legacy that taints all that I have loved and destroyed
A 1970’s state sanctioned system of care
State sanctioned suicide,
Is it yes or is it no,
Do you want to have a say,
On how and when you go,
Should your choice of life and death,
Be yours when you drop the ball,
Or, should how and when you pay your debt,
Be the churches call,
Even though religion’s not your thing,
Should your final breath,
Be dictated by the church,
For a slow and drawn out death,
I know what I want for me,
Please let me explain,
I want free will and choice to end my life,
And not go through the pain.