Jude Poems - Poems about Jude

In the meta-versed binaural wish song beats, skid row streets of the bottomless pits of Metropolis/ Thebes, you are quardoned off and printed in a likeness wronged-vaped, winged to the wilderness by their covens, draconics chasing, vomitous flood eroding, erasing. On the road to Babylon, eyes sutured in digital DNA with mRNA biometric diphthong grafted imbuely...

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She is quite the Mistress of the air, synchronize swimming where Eagles dare-stare, no need for landing batons or clearance, she has her own flare. She wraiths the hapless night and the brilliance of day, rakes the sky, knowing her beauty laid, showcased on big screenery- rewards God with a show bow and...

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In the dark corners of their minds, lies hidden secrets and falsetto, falsety and masquerade blind. Humming to transcendental humanistic deities. Beating you down to the beat of their own drum of a 4th kind. Ghettos are their subsidiary and the streets their nativity scene. A dividend of stolen funds and collusion with demons and seared consciousness therein...

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They are trying to get rid of the "original" Woman. [For that old Serpent hath enmity with the Woman]. They have recently judged in favor of non biological mind induced femality over you. While in dressing room and child scared in a corner. I will show documents, later proving that they know full well what they are...

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The Obiden Administration is the yeast infection of society. The improv of impropriety. The B squad strip club-bullet scarred-in line item veto of buffet line, Golden Corral of Megiddo of Communism in the sub zero Winter of our discontent manifest manifesto, with supply lines severed and trucking lines red line crossed white line fevered, picking up hitch-hikers...

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I lied, CLICKBAIT! I only have but a question to illustrate. Is a story nothing more than roleplay- foreplay of poetry? Fornicators! Muaed, ...back to the blind date. My lovelies...

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Lava pours to staunch a ruptured womb, green mists warn from the pit of one to walk from it, slick and groomed. It is hard to believe we have to put up with this shat. Where are our magics our bands if warriors, everything so chicken-shat. A family torn, a heart shattered or burned, a soul worn thin, as...

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"Hey buddies. so what are we doing !" Looks around and the clique has snotty faces on, pedigree pinkies in the air. "You are not one of we, the beautiful approved ones. You are uncultured and that's gross !" Whatevs, go .... ........ ! (Junior follows them to camp and pisssssssses on their campfire !) Satisfying, takes a plug of...

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"...and purple lighted majesty, above the peasant crossing plane..."...

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As emotion's embolism petitions a mirror sea for endless blue transparency- through oculat lens flare, an albionic estuary garden variety of pleasures appears, obligatiry- in full disclosure, for poetic reason- to be vetted by replay of open book read cover to cover. A commercial grade bewitching - in...

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Soak in the palmolive snake oil tonic. The cool stalk of my ebonics on hydroponics. Get stuck in the matrix of my convicts, of hooker phonics. Get high off of my knock off water on the brain hydropunkicks. . I would sell out my Mother for a few bucks. Trash the crackers who are buying my tracks, malign the...

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Last call for alcohol, embargo on the cargo headed for Fargo? Bootlegging articles of? ...

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A friend of mine, Told me Christ is one of these three things: A joke in a popular culture, A name used to oppress Africans. A banner raised by religionists to prevent homosexuals from getting married. She mentioned the church is where people. Give advice they themselves can't keep, The shepherd is more lost than the sheep, He preaches what...

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I am not a wandering star whom the dark gloom envelopes I am not a cloud empty of tears and blown by barren winds I am not a wild wave on the sea foaming up saliva I am not an autumn tree empty handed and cut down I am a cloud-topped tree flowing with honey in my veins...

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Sir Jude never gave them a thought: Not the kind of ideas he bought. Well-wishers went down on their knees "Please sir, play the draws - Double Please!" Soon, the draws great miracle wrought; On other palms dropped what Jude sought: Millions that shan't take one to court; Big cash for life of any sort And since then Jude body heat fought At home...

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