Long Bastardly Poems

Fragmented fairytales, Fermented freedom
There's no remorse for the dead, this I know
For, I've been dead for far too long
While there's not one ounce of sympathy to show
Red Redemption, Rhapsody Right 
I'm bromidic, lost, shallow, cold...

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Geinere's frailty
was that of an abandoned 
child, lost in the world.
Her hurt was so that 
of anguish and desperation,
her heart burdened by
his hateful words.
His domineerance, his
drunken righteousness,
protruding as a writ 
man.  A careful prodigy
was...

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Sometimes he may operate in ways that seem aloof.                          ...

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(Muzzle Birth of a Nation)


In the Big Bang beginning,
there was an American Revolution 
for freedom ... musket in deed

1776 did the Constitution birth certificate read 

But, there was also 
an umbilical fetter prequel
to this universal...

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lost in your own mind
an damn near went blind
searching for your own kind
but that you will never find
for there are none like you
you are a type that is new
your very own breed
a creation of my...

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Rancorous bile spits from the screen like a dragon’s bad breath

Venom and distasteful acrimony captures an innocent monitor

An irritating display of malicious vitriol exposes malevolence

Vindictive malevolence achieves to exhibit a self-righteous tongue

   ...

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American fawning pawn
wearing a king crown
How far down will you bow
to the Kremlin ground?
Peppermint kisses of appeasement
suit your licorice lips well
Shameless nude tongue abasement ... 
snuggle close 
to the Siberian imperial Impale 
cloaked veil
Democracy pierced...

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She awakes each day to it.
She ate it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
She bathed in it.
She let it wrap it's postulating arms around her.
She made love to it.
She lovingly cursed it, and then realized it's...

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I BELIEVE EVERY WORD WE WROTE WILL FILL EVERY SPACE IN THEIR THOUGHTS
IT TOOK A LOT OF COURAGE TO MAKE OUR PENS BLEED
LIFE IN HIS OWN RIGHT HAS BEEN CRUEL TO US LIKE MOTHERS WHO...

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Most dastardly
Executive Majesty,
we serve at your pique pleasure
obsequiously so 

Yea, Darth Lord,
we be the surreptitious, servile ones:
Leper skin publicans, publicly hiss reviled

Tonsil rear ends torqued low 
is our mealy-mouth status quo

We’re liquored up lap dogs

Always...

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Christmas comes but once a 
year,
but the nightmare 
lasts forever...
and so slithers out, the bestial 
tongue
of life lived in wave-like 
violence,
the wretched bickering and 
pecking
of hens confined to 
chickenwire-
driven mad by the alien 
landscape,
the bastardly...

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up up up up
the escalator of fortune & fame
up up up up
the bounsy frogman rises
up up up up
selling out his own kind for wealth
up up up up
now posh & proud in his green villa
up up...

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Does a banished beacon beckon?
But of course all beacons beckon
But only briefly if not brightly
Though never as boldly as the baritone
Before balancing bagpipes blowing ballads
But it’s got backbone and backfires
Unlike the babbling bellow of a...

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Bleakish heart of pains,
Unwrapped from mortal's feeling of care
Bastardly coined to suit immerse hurt.
Invincible, yet darker than black darkness.
A visitor sweeping through pleasure-less passion.
Cloudy piles of undemonstrative depth.
Unwelcomed, yet rash to adsorb poor minds of...

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