Guillotined Poems - Poems about Guillotined

...Personal vicissitudes pronounced irrepressible self loathing Ever since mine late boyhood when unstoppable coded cellular processes did segue I experienced abhorrence toward yours truly, an ......

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...Inside grows dour each passing hour, another second hand mouthful of sand Falling into guillotined arms fully embraced, Take me wherever inevitability goes, Nah, been down that road ......

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...In ancient time The ninety seventies are up in patina, a yellowish colour of the ancient when I was young; and for me, it is still not far away and remembered as a good time, mainly because ......

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...Ever since mine boyhood I experienced abhorrence toward yours truly, an extremely introverted kid, whose parents nor siblings (one younger and older sister) could not arouse him out of his emot......

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...As a loosed bird and the broad liberties of the sky, So have been long life’s borderless freedoms and I; I often have kissed countless trolls’ decoying lips, And thought their lush mouths such n......

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...Attorney General William Barr black marker in hand kept promise to censor vital details of Mueller Report swift as Usain Bolt candidly, grandly, lustrously, roundly youthfully blocked out mor......

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...A Celebration of Apathy. Cellophane smiles devoid of feeling, Saccharine laughs hollow and tinny, Frigid words wrapped in rich syrup, Cashmere shawls thrown over sleek shoulders, Beluga spread on li......

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...It’s Dead! Buried! Murdered! By Societal Evolution. Technology has Guillotined it, chopped to, Shards of quick transference. Paperless, Ephemeral, Unbounded By Chemical mixtures, giving whol......

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...Robespierre, Danton and all of those crazy French revolution 'heroes' had thousands guillotined by La Machine that gleaned heads; then 'offed' their own midst their wild throes.......

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...From single drop of dew guillotined on light The blood flowed leaving the day white Above world of red rage of racial rituals, Orange mellow of satisfaction sought. Yellow roses say angers end is......

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...There's always a house Some weird vacant residence Kids stay away from Especially on certain nights Those nights when the Moon is bright Climbing those porch steps Would take more than jus......

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...Stupefied in this vast slaughter house Where the fingers of crude murderers seek The napes of neck the sheaf of hair Forget settled ways now just seek mad heroism. This is the end of me perhaps......

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...A few meters from me is a man on the breadline; secluded; a beggar— with his cluttered suit and long parched hair— add to that a greasy hand beseeching silvers from the people wr......

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