Child Corruption Poems

A thief, a murderer, an arsonist
Before all these I was someone’s child
An embezzler, a liar, a con artist
Before all this I had big hopes and...

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Tyrants fat upon their moon
With untold minions to command...
Knew a diversion would be needed
As malcontent laid waste the land.
They yearn to cast aspersion
By letting forth...

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Within the shaded dust accumulated annals
Layers of times past
And cobwebbed dim cold halls of a history 
Not always hide their secrets and mystery
As the echos...

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Walking up uneven sidewalks—
up cracked little hills of pavement,
past dingy apartments
gliding through trailer parks—
rough rails and low fences
skidding my fingertips—
reaching the dampened street.

Through an empty...

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I think the patron saints have all been left for dead.
The lies have all been said,
and payments been arranged.

The depositions all went down behind the...

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Take your being
out of existence 
you are not needed.
Painted the younger minds
with doubt,
self hate,
and hopelessness,
so full of darkness.
Cast yourself aside,
nothing but scum.
Poison the flesh.
Kill the...

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Do I know who I am? Who am I?
In the space in this place at the
Clearing? What am I am some of
Us after THEY decided...

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i feel dirty 

dirty 
like dishes
in the sink

dirty 
like forgotten clothes
in the hamper

dirty 
like the earth
between your toes

dirty 
like my fingernails
after a day’s work

dirty 
like...

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MeanWhile?
Joe and Bill 
are on the Lolita express.
Drunk and stoned.
They are licking their lips, 
laughing,
Lifting up her little flower dress.
She’s shaking, in fear 
with tears,...

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I am terrified and this is love
Resignation; this is love
Yours is fiercer than mine, less green
Pale, flowing as a riverbed and more of it
Yours is...

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He stood in front of the open door pacing upon down the fifth floor with hands rubbing into each other and eyes penetrating the hill....

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People gathering in the street
Heading for their own defeat
Fist raised high in the air
Screaming of a life so unfair
I don't care
Join us or die
Their war...

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A notable writer in the literary Norwegian firmament was Jens Bjornebo who was the leading radical star 
outspoken and a perfect spokesman for modern times...

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Sensitive skin 
Scraped by sensitive information
If I don't know who I am, then what will I tell everyone? 
A scuba diver without his mask is...

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In me, is my strongest  part
...My heart...
It is made of stone
From time alone
Stronger than bone
Super dented Super man
Of the world I'm not a fan
I...

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