I was tying my shoes
Wrapped with thoughts of death
Wondered if the stone beneath me
Would appreciate the human dire
Splashed over it like ketchup
And no, it wasn’t thoughts of suicide
For I know death is not really what I want
Maybe I do write letters sometimes
About my last day on this ground,
but they're just words caused by pain
And yet I can’t help but wonder
If murderers do feel fear when they kill
I wonder if the sin of lying is equal to killing
If killing wasn’t a sin
I could finally win
I could stop living without disobeying God
Something that grows within me, it’s odd
If killing wasn’t a sin
I would slit my throat
Sending all the letters I wrote
Is there anyone who would mourn me ?
Will you, my dear ?
If killing wasn’t a sin
I would jump off a cliff
Right after one of our tiff
Just to make you regret
Just to make you fret and never forget
If killing wasn’t a sin
And I killed myself tonight
Will it be your plight ?
Will you realize that I was worth the fight ?
But killing is a sin
So I would never commit it
Despite everything, I’ll be nowhere in sight
Because your toxicity isn’t worth my time
Hampshire natives are known as hogs.' That follows they're cops must be pigs?
Wow this is something else.' Two were
Called ti a disturbance, someone was
Stabbed hardly conscious and bleeding
They cable tied the lad, Henry Novak got
Arrested and cautioned, then dragged; on
The ground, all on view this cannot be found sound.' Its not the way to police the
Streets.' As they assisted in his killing really,
after
He was stabbed by a sikh, i gather with the
Ritual knife, ostentiously just for ritual
show
This scene is rife.' P C assisted murder.? Its
Really torn up the books.' What more to think in this land of pc.' Where the just are
Punished, and perpetrators.? Well too often
They just go free.'
I am supposed to enjoy retirement
it is killing me
I no longer have the stress of freeway driving
so I am not intensely enraged two hours a day
that’s better
my life consists of sitting here, there, and over there
my recliner, couch, bed,
If I could I would hop up on that dresser
when it fell over on top of me it might hurt
it might even kill me
but at least I would remember that I am alive
Amazon is my night penetrating
alert I sprung from branch tight
it is buck nutritious blood
observation stark from green-blue irises
beauty meets danger not looking away
lithe tongue saliva intestine surrender
Muscles sinewy, handsome black the Sky
claws ripping buck’s bones snap cracks
mitochondria leaps from atoms, stars dance
to splash spine fluid about sand wet soft
mirroring clear a rebirthing act
nature ascertains when to numb nerves to claws
no eluding life when hunger mud stalks
Iridescence watches flesh rip longing lick
buck relinquishing spirit ~ cannot groan
black fur transmuting flesh disappearing
leather into charcoal night appearing
her thickening her for next week’s killing
time folding ouroboros
Panther curls, tailing
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everyone else wants to take my need away
they have no concept of how firm a grasp she has
I am in the clutches of a giant spider
she owns me flesh and soul
She squeezes me tightly
holding me close
allowing me no time for anything
or anyone
except her
when I try to escape, I end up disappointing them
and myself
but this selfish angry need has a fury
she is a storm, a tornado, a hurricane
she needs to keep me close
she is smothering me,
killing me
my addiction
I suddenly remembered my mother
the last time I saw her
she was kicking off her blankets
cancer was killing her
her legs were sticks
Initiation killing
Is so unfulfilling
Innocent people get hurt
Killed by a pervert
That is so sadistic
Or even animalistic
Many people do it under a lid
Because the victim is a kid.
Killing his own daughter
Is no matter for laughter
Abused her, his own daughter
From her there was no laughter
Beating her, and raping her
His speech is a slur
Drinking all day
Did not help her in any way
He raped her
then he killed her
She was a means to an end
Someone he could expend
He did not known what to do
Her life he could not re-new
So he hid her body in a drawer
Because, she was only four
Who just who? Accepts these gouls.? All halloween haloed un-God like kerls.' And gals ?Blooded in innocent helpless blood.' Aa birds swirled in panick dancing in deaths
Confusing flood.' Did they chew some gum.' Made from animals bone.' Did they
Plan romancing some one, at a place they
Call home.? Will they caress their children
Who will get more jabs of mnra adulteration.? Now the font of 'pure strains?
Is erased in a violent, unasked for acceleration coupled with invasion and evil altercations 'are they playing now the bad cop role?' School yard antics.! Can't
They get the real.world.? Do they see beauty.?Or only a Or only a carney one? (Wrong and mis-directed) that
Shouts down shoots down, ruins health and wont rest.' Untill all of Canada is i'll affected ( with much distress.)
Let me tell you a story not a fairytale
Runookoro the heart bit of rivers and stars
home of men with balls and steels,
rugged entities, Serena tested, men mount.
abobi and man In green in tete-a-tete,
tete-a-tete became volcano explosion
matters turn soar, street casted ,abobi fell like tree.
Abobi live like eagle flying without wings
on that day, the heart bleed,the sky turn dark, the earth flood blood like rivers
voices echoes like ocean 'dem don kill abobi '
the tales hurt the heart,onlookers asked in silence 'na who kill abobi?
men mount in pressure,tears in the sun that never dried,Runookoro bleed in fire.
civic riot, Nepal unrest learn in silence
officials in siren ,homes on fire, street floored with graves
men run like Squirrels to no directions
the memories of the guns still leaves
Runookoro don catch fire, na who kill abobi ?
ANIEMEKA NATHANIEL
THE GREAT POET
A tisket ,a tasket
Kirk's cased in his casket
This earth no more walking
All from his straight talking
Drove Tyler Robinson
To fire one shot from his gun
That produced his silence
Leading to more violence
Never a solution
Rather revolution.
A wife of husband bereft
Two kids fatherless left
The Second Amendment
Was never heaven sent
With the grim widowmaker
No more than a lifetaker.
Is that to be the future
Bullets us to butcher?
the papers don’t say it,
they never do—
just the numbers,
like headstones without names.
men and women dropping,
old ones, poor ones,
sick ones who couldn’t pay
for the cure.
you look up,
there’s the smile on tv,
a governor’s smile,
white and sharp as a knife.
he says freedom,
but the graves keep filling.
he says choice,
but it’s always his.
First to go down..Hope and joy..Then seperate
Man and women..Boy oh boy.' Bring in euthanasia..As a real good thing.' Get some
Soap box series, to play it through scene by scene.' The termination of unborn.' Who we don't need..
Just open the boarders, ie get workers with speed' .' Does that answer any questions.? Oh then we
Can put flouride in the water, make more processed food.' Put safe drug centers where
There is easy access.' Do still you think we are
Fools? If so you'll be re-educated..It wont cost
You a bean much less.' But then you are pretty cheap anyway..If you get what i mean? Oh what do you think so far? Of the current mess'
Of your current 'evolving scenes?" Oh I fight for you Melbourne..Yet
You have bathed"deeply in blood..Return to God almighty away
From the filth, in which you for over four decades now have stood.!
I look at my soul killing its flaws. I appreciate it and let it do so. But when I came back to earth to show them a perfect human, I realized my mistakes made me who I am. Without my flaws, I am just a perfect human—but not me.
So many murders it's overkill
but no one cares on Capitol Hill
and some are less concerned
it seems to me
with the killing of the living
(whose taxes pay the wages of sin)
to each U.S. Supreme Court employee
than that of the unborn
or perhaps I should be more forgiving
tho' lives are broken they remain unspoken
on the Washington White House South Lawn
but when someone says,
'Guns don't kill people, people do,'
it drives me to vexation
as I've never heard someone died
of a drive-by strangulation
Have you?
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