What’s in a disease
when hate is all one needs
to chip away the soul...
Chunks us to our knees,
exposes all the darkness
Deep within
called
sin.
They say, it’s not my fault
They say, it’s in my genes
But every time I let one out
Everyone turns green
“Oh God” I hear them try to scream
As they gasp for air and breathe
God I’m not but some do believe
I may be a silly Martian
Landing bombs indiscriminately
Even though it is they
So, it seems to me
Who all are turning green
I swear it’s not my fault
But my body does not lie
When everything has gone to it
It’s time to let it fly
The pressure gets to be too much
So, I let ‘er rip
It’s time for my assault
So Everyone best get a grip
I never hold it back or halt
It only makes it worse
Releasing stinky poetry
Is my earthly curse
September Sun
The sultry summer wind softly whispers her name basking in the early September sun. Eyes aglow with limpid beauty radiating with relentless compassion arduously preserved and adamantly protected. Humbly healing hardened hearts resurecting passion with a single winsome smile. Gentle reflection elevates and eviscerates indiscriminately exposing souls with sensitive grace. Chrystaline elegance of early morning dew reflecting brilliance beyond ever before imagined. Deep discerning emotions generously disseminated as the sunhine dancing through locks of gold. A moment in time etched upon my soul with the blood and pain of my past gently floating away in the early September sun.
"Genocided genociders"
Look, the victims of holocaust
committing genocide
They bomb indiscriminately
the so-called open prison
With the embargo they imposed
they let civilians starving
There's no humanity in them
thus, i dub them subhumans *1
They have lost count on the dead
more than some sixty thousands
The former genocided ones
became genociders
Semites massacring semites
almost a fratricide
Behold the majestic zionism
in all of its greatest glory
The jews are now philistines
auschwitz is now gaza
Hitler is netanyahu
and nazis are now zionists
Americans, heroes of world war
are now israel's lackeys
A whole superpower
can't look them in the eye
SHAME on most evangelicals
they're anything but christians
But, this somehow has to end
one day they'll have to pay
It's not an "if", it is a "when"
have courage palestine.
(This poem is not a recent one)
Kindred in bound twine,
inseparably free by fiber,
torn by the heat from dual flames.
Chase and kick outward,
indiscriminately,
spiral—undone.
Bystanders are able to face blame,
even though disconnected from incident.
A Bastard those still may be,
if the case is taken up for them
like it wasn’t for our sake.
A landfill of waste,
a place where grace spoils
under a soil of turmoils thickened
by crude oils.
The semi-conductor to
man’s moral coil.
Unchanged by full or semi-sweet molasses mixtures.
Only taken on tour
and touch torch to name,
shining in a spanking light.
Change.
Limos stretch far past
The Vanishing Point.
Ethereal Limbo.
There, in decomposition,
In their lair.
Laughing down at the idea of fact,
which he protests to thee,
threatening its way
past thy door threshold.
With sand kicked up,
irritating the corneal scale
embedding deep within fine carpets
oriental pattern's detail.
After waving fire is cast at stability
After scorched wood cracks its last cry
After last ash touches down, tranquility
After light of dusk waves its goodbye
When the ashen remains settle out
When rain of twilight washes away
When days turn months born of drought
When a survivor returns to his stay
Then the broken parts are collected
Then volunteers help to rebuild
Then a newer chapter's directed
Then victim can again feel fulfilled
It was fire who made all that he wears
It is inferno that wants him to perish
It indiscriminately burned all his shares
It is those who followed he'll cherish
May we be blessed to understand
The words of Hubert Reeves…
a famous Canadian Astrophysicist…
allow me paraphrase what he believes:
We are a most insane species…
(he writes so beautifully)
we worships invisible gods
while destroying a nature we can see…
Unaware that the nature we’re destroying…
(so indiscriminately)
is the very God we’re worshiping…
the one we cannot see.
May we be blessed to understand
The words of Hubert Reeves…
a famous Canadian Astrophysicist…
allow me paraphrase what he believes:
We are a most insane species…
(he writes so beautifully)
we worships invisible gods
while destroying a nature we can see…
Unaware that the nature we’re destroying…
(so indiscriminately)
is the very God we’re worshiping…
the one we cannot see.
A tongue deformed’s a poisoned arrow ~
that murders indiscriminately, like Pharaoh
Define or describe a Circle
Okay here goes
I will try and give it my best shot
A Circle per day
Is when people say for example who have
Been and experienced first hand
Oppression any form of discrimination or abuse
Modern generations more liberated and emboldened
Somehow appropriate for and to serve themselves
And end up becoming the oprresors and abusers
Discriminating , indiscriminately spiteful hate against
Anyone that has a different opinion or viewpoint
Because you aren't welcome or to be tolerated
Sound familiar the very definition of
Complete gone full
Circle
Sometimes, life will offer us a fork in the road.
At other times, just life with heavy loads.
Like time, life often proceeds indiscriminately.
All the choices are metaphorically evil, and
None participation is not an option.
We therefore proceed in our navigation.
We deal the cards we have been dealt.
We all would like to have health and wealth.
Whether realized or not, most of us are blessed
And experience pleasantries before our eternal rest.
Gun! What an invention you are!
Easily available in every bazaar!
People use you as a toy for the sake of fun!
With your entry entirely a new culture has begun!
In a lunatic’s hand you have become a wild stone!
Whichever the direction you are thrown is not known!
The purpose of your invention is only to defend!
But it has opened the gates for a new trend!
People become very bizarre when possessing you!
They use you indiscriminately not knowing who is who!
Seeing you in someone’s hand, people stand still!
Is it humane, killing the innocent and calling it a thrill?
People kill each other, seeking their needs to fulfill!
For checking this mayhem, who has to invent a pill?
I do not find fault with you, believe what I say is true!
It all depends upon the wisdom of people who use you!
Maybe just maybe I am and always
have been an
Undiagnosed
Apoplectically archetypal orthodox
Dislexic
Who unfortunately tried to spell
it out to anyone willing to listen
But obviously my words came out
all mixed up and wrong
So I never made any sense whether
that was or be
Whether scribbled down profusely and
indiscriminately on paper
Or spoken word of mouth thinking
other's could follow my train of thought
Which I perceived to be a well thought
out intelligent engaging conversation
Only to find out later people were only
merely placating and appeasing me
Because the one thing and defining characteristic I did have going for
me and on my side
Was that I what and while I lacked
in certain regards and area's
I somehow made up for in charisma
and sense of humor which manifested
in the guise of likeability
And the reason I used to get away
with things I never should have been
able to
But hey if they wanted to assume and
presume that of me
And they themselves opened up that
avenue of excuse for me to abuse
Then why on on wouldn't I take full
advantage and prey upon it
Purely innocent
Completely tolerant
Unconditionally loving
Totally understanding
Overtly gullible
Unobtrusively humble
Intimately sympathetic
Thoroughly empathetic
Throughout caring
Never ignoring
Perpetually loyal
Consistently grateful
Labouriously studious
Discreetly judicious
Immediately yielding
Indiscriminately sharing
Socially polite
Un-assumedly modest
Flexibly adjusting
Unquestioningly accepting
Astonishingly punctual
Immanently answerable
Ever committed
Naturally obligated
All definitions read but not hold good,
For, being good is definitely being victimised!
Are we less superior to ourselves than realization?
Our temporary shell, our salt, our generation.
Our streamers flutter like snow in Antarctica.
longing and valid expansion, made of mica.
Striving to liberate us, it rips apart its body.
Once again, envisaging us embody.
Systole, diastole, adventure indiscriminately.
The wide open oozes a scent of love imminently.
Shimmering between each of the drumbeats.
Summer, you are the windlessness of such feats.
We ate, kissed, cuddled, and then supped food.
A day's total is a unit of measure for what you lewd.
Need and desire exist in an interdependent reality.
We bury our bodies as a sign of our mortality.
The fate of our remains while wearing the shell
The land utters us the title of a spare body smell.
Synapses are memories, and we are waiting.
In order to cross its boundary, there is no gating.
Written: August 09, 2022
As I sit in my seat
My life is complete
As I look down to the ground
My target I have not yet found
Nor will it be, at least not by me
Because for me at least
In my ejector seat
That doesn't matter
I get in quick
Drop the bombs
Release the missiles
Stick the afterburners on
I am such a hero back at home, as they blast far below
Taking life and limb of those I don't know
I never see faces
I never see life
I care not for human strife
I see nothing, I don't want to see
As I sit in my seat
Your house may be gone
Your children shattered
But none of that
To me matters
As I am a coward
A Russian coward in my seat
That kills indiscriminately
All of those I never see
So best stay in your cellars
And stay off the streets
As I just hope we never meet
Because you then might just kill me
>>>
When this is over, Putin and his kind need to hang, very slowly..
God bless Ukraine
DAMO
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