The Milky Way is full of stars
Highway 95, full of cars
Cigarettes are full of tar
Tuna fish comes in a jar
I despise tuna, How ‘bout you
Its smell upsets my stomach too
Which is nothing new
‘cos I hate salmon too
What you are reading is neither inspirational
Nor is it sensational
As opposed to being aspirational
It is more like – desperational
Perhaps needing a manicure
and, of course, a pedicure
Hell, it’d improve with an old fishing lure
For frankly, this poem is
~ 99 and 44/100ths horse manure
Critics' Corner:
~ I could smell this one coming. Wolf's usually full of hot gas.
~ A poem that should just shrivel up and die.
~ To compare this to a turd would be to degrade the turd
A child of the light..I was always an early riser, before i was one year old i would climb up a bedroom dresser and sit with
My back to the mirror watching my sleeping parents.' Yes I am a lover of light.'
From a bright land.. I detest dark practices
And have on more than one occasion, told
Strangers of their occoult acts.' Uncovered
Them in sight of God and man.' I am
seething just as oil boils, so my blood burns at any strike against innocent people, especially acts designed to degrade and humiliate, I am against war as it facilitates
Much of that.' I always bear in my mind the
Genocide of hitlers plan ' And his idea to
Form Europe into one power block, and that i see before my eyes, trying to emerge yet now, world-wide' Its not
going to be stopped unless, you have
the same realisations, if not you will shuffle
along..In
The same hopeless old manner.i espouse to call out ethnic genocode..I am against all wars, and, wish and pray for
peace, I cling to. God and His great
goodness, manifest in Jesus Christ; Amen.'
I mourn your death, though you still breathe and speak,
No carved stone waits where your memory should lie;
I hear a silence where your laughter used to peak,
And rehearse your absence like a practiced goodbye.
There is no grave to mark the shape of your end,
No earth has closed where your shadow might remain,
Yet I still kneel where I imagine you’ll descend,
Tracing future hollowed out by unnamed pain.
I build you a coffin out of all I cannot say,
And line it with the seconds you have not yet lost,
Each one a small betrayal of a coming day,
Each one a quiet accounting of an unseen cost.
Your voice still stands, but I already hear it fade,
Like a room remembering the furniture gone cold,
Like iron slowly learning to degrade,
While no hand has yet dared to make the story old.
So I learn your leave before it learns your name,
And I grieve a shape that time has not agreed to form;
A future stitched from silence, woe, and borrowed flame,
Where I know no stone—only pain keeping me warm.
Seat Of Wisdom- our shadow's Strongest Shade,
Where we put to use the knowledge in scripts...
What no learning faculty dare degrade
Or buried its validity in crypts!
There, we have Mass of Mass that puts God first,
As well as corporal punishment's tide,
That turns side from side- worse to go not worst,
And reinstall unified peace dyed pride.
Yet fun feast freedom fairly far fear's frown;
Both in teachers' presence and absent pass,
At ease with the atmospheric fix clown.
What more gracious memory could outlasts!
Jogging back in time past, awesome lyrics...
Alongside momentary beats of cool mix.
What ever you imagine a spare to be
Their only purpose is a guarantee
Manipulated from day one
Not wanted but the back up son
Just being born to facilitate
No argument no debate
Just being made into a reprobate
No curses no swearing
No talking no fighting
No elbows on the table
Just a passion to disable
No choices no freedom
Just silence until they are done
I wait I pray
Hoping I put on the correct display
No laughter no movement
Only never ending judgement
No way to express my contempt inside
Another reason to run and hide
What ever the demand
You must understand
It is not you it’s the life they made
A choice they choice to degrade
They make up lies
For everyone that applies
To make you look terrible
Then make you comparable
The outside never sees
The cruelty with ease
A trapped terrified boy
Who has little joy
The expectation to be grateful
And feel shameful
Trapped and isolated
Behind closed doors violated
No one sees no one cares
Just property of theirs
Violently attacked to keep me in line
Forcing me to resign
To being the spare
Property
Should an inmate of operations in correction be elected post haste to representative of delegation proceed as resignation is declared prior, and during trials of law
Military justice is also the same.
What say you on your auction
Assemblyman Irwin?
You will say post haste
As now you are a draft
Not being able bodied and male of remarkable age and criteria the auction
Continues
To degrade not grade an otherwise statement
of use to liberty for we have found a new war we have not the ability to create against
As we remain shackle we will not allow further questions.
We have been defeated
#asmirwin #mayorofla #cagovernor #realdonaldtrump #tonybiasotti #aoc #elizabethwarren #berniesanders #nytimes #bbcnews
Woman's Right Oath
Welfare fraud, ghetto sex slave triumphant
Bestow death upon civilization
Embarrassment for all positive outlook flowers
And further destruction and reviling vanity mirrors
Reframing gas fare and squandering progress from llc
Charity horror film of life
Celebrity definer lightstyles
.gov vs .org
Bad .com bubble
Like in Los Angeles they hide the homeless money
Civil rights jobs and homeless services jobs
While people die they degrade your future and use slush fund for celebrity politician style affluent designer lifestyle evil
Hob nobbing as lobby at legal threshold of litigation exposure
These are the beggar girls you give money to from there crafty pity subsidize me while I criminology, psychology and pharmacy rep with risk assessment software in sub contracted social services sector of church funded non profit
Woman's Right Oath
Welfare fraud, ghetto sex slave triumphant
Bestow death upon civilization
Embarrassment for all positive outlook flowers
And further destruction and reviling vanity mirrors
Reframing gas fare and squandering progress from llc
Charity horror film of life
Celebrity definer lightstyles
.gov vs .org
Bad .com bubble
Like in Los Angeles they hide the homeless money
Civil rights jobs and homeless services jobs
While people die they degrade your future and use slush fund for celebrity politician style affluent designer lifestyle evil
Hob nobbing as lobby at legal threshold of litigation exposure
These are the beggar girls you give money to from there crafty pity subsidize me while I criminology, psychology and pharmacy rep with risk assessment software in sub contracted social services sector of church funded non profit
My blade is sharper, so they claim.
And his hoe is blunt.
Each voice raised is struggling to rise above the noise,
eyeing for supremacy,
living to convince,
competing for dominance,
quarreling to belittle, demean, and degrade.
I found that armchair broken and fixed it.
The chicken you ate when you paid your dowry was mine.
So it goes.
But both are travelers.
Come harvest time, behind those bushes they will disappear.
No inheritance, pension, or gratuity—except what they sent forth.
Had we not wasted our time,
we would have been of paradise.
But we departed with enmity.
We are now roasted in grief.
The disgruntled mess of a boy slumped over his diary
——————experiment 4—————————
If you are reading this I might be dead
So as far as I can see
I seem to aging at a normal
It seems to degrade at dusk or dawn
Time seems to catch up on itself
Don’t use time lord as a description too who’y
I can stop time
It’s weird I seem to have free motion in it
Stopper I guess we could put that in the maybe pile
On experiment 2 we did have Weird Position day
So get serious
My movements seem to cause ripples
The emirate from initial stop but then cease why
I reenter usual time
We could call it unusual time
I seemed to have stopped dreaming
but feeling refreshed
Vitals seem good
Height and weight unchanged
Reflexes within normal ranges
The scar on my legs seems to continue to disappear
Might be some kind of countdown
Need to ration with experiment usage….
He slid his hand across his book strewn desk
His fingers grasping a cold can
-I can stop time he laughed at the empty room
The drip on its side no longer drops….
The disgruntled mess of a boy slumped over his diary
——————experiment 4—————————
If you are reading this I might be dead
So as far as I can see
I seem to aging at a normal
It seems to degrade at dusk or dawn
Time seems to catch up on itself
Don’t use time lord as a description too who’y
I can stop time
It’s weird I seem to have free motion in it
Stopper I guess we could put that in the maybe pile
On experiment 2 we did have Weird Position day
So get serious
My movements seem to cause ripples
The emirate from initial stop but then cease why
I reenter usual time
We could call it unusual time
I seemed to have stopped dreaming
but feeling refreshed
Vitals seem good
Height and weight unchanged
Reflexes within normal ranges
The scar on my legs seems to continue to disappear
Might be some kind of countdown
Need to ration with experiment usage….
He slid his hand across his book strewn desk
His fingers grasping a cold can
-I can stop time he laughed at the empty room
The drip on its side no longer drops….
Trump does have a rash
which caused stock market to crash
from all the backlash
wish Trump would cut crap
crashed when he ran off the map
facing one more rap
Trump seems so scary
is insulting and very
at cemetery
crippled or goner
degrade Medal of Honor
which he had demeaned
Trump stories provide
he had always lied and lied
full of much self-pride
Friends that hide a darker shade,
Are the first ones to let you go and fade.
They want to see you do better,
But will degrade you little by little.
Fake friends treat you bad,
Expects you to be joyful and on-track.
But little do they know, their words hurt,
Like an arrow right through the heart.
They don't understand that they can be wrong too,
They just act like they have no clue.
But I soon realised, they are toxic and manipulative,
They aren't good people to be around with.
They go yapping about their achievements,
They just don't care about your sentiments.
Who will explain them that what they are doing is wrong?
We should do something before it's too long.
Let's change people around us, let's change ourselves,
Spread happiness not any stress.
Let's make sure we make someone smile a day,
Without any expectations, without any giveaways.
Because at the end, you are you, I am me,
But aren't we all still human beings?
Let's change this society, make every person bloom,
How about we give them a little groom
The fern spreads out to form a perfect fan,
A pleasing show with pristine symmetry.
Proud fronds with discipline, a splendid sight
And offspring fiddleheads are unfurling.
On verticals the ivy clings and climes
To form a confusion of fresh foliage.
With lower leaves vying for vital light.
Chaotic show of ivy anarchy.
Two digitalis stems stand straight and proud,
With pink petal bells to tempt the bumble bee
To come and play the pollination game
And sip the sweetest sugar as his prize.
Facing the sun the lofty one stands straight.
Top heavy, it is bending in the breeze.
Its bloom bursting with seed to start offspring,
An image that Van Gogh proudly painted.
Now, leaden cumulus cluster aloft.
And lovely balmy breeze spoils to a chill.
White fleecy flocks degrade to dull grey mass.
Soon precious plants refreshed by the downpour.
I lay here feeling so betrayed
It feels like I've been cut with a blade
Opened up to be displayed.
Why did I let you stay?
Why do I have to fade?
Because of the lack of choices made
You left me here to degrade
I'm undeniably dismayed
I can't believe I'm delayed,
By everything you portrayed.
I can't believe I let you invade,
My life and my brain feels so weighed
Frayed, decade, it's all a cherade
You left me here so afraid.
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