Long Enslaves Poems

Social settings have stigma attached to this. 
Atmospherically climactic negative correlations sustain society. 
Civilized individuals are naturally monogamous; serially… 
On the other hand gender segregated facility.

Men and woman,
Penis and vagina,
Birds and bees,
Conditions and stipulations…

A rule...

Read More

Could you more faithfully believe?

Your enemies 
probably do not sacrifice their first born children
right before they eat them

And they do not worship
big 
predative Jewish
and terrorizing Muslim
ruthlessly bought and sold
international pagan colonizing corporations.

Could we believe
in cooperative...

Read More

I wish to
Relay
To all of my people the importance of sticking together as a 
team

And that
Because we have run 
through the preliminary trials as selfish individual, goal seekers
we have barely made it to the finals,...

Read More

 

Dr. Zebediah Killgrave, male, human species, 5'11', normal weight.
born in Rejeka, Croatia, charismatic, a physician turned international spy. 
On a mission to infiltrate a chemical factory, he is doused with an unknown
chemical (pheromones) that...

Read More

It should be harder,
and perhaps it could,
to not be known
and recognized
and to not find icons of and for gratitude
throughout my everyday.

The forbidden fruit
of Trees for Life and against Death
living in peaceful forests of Good and...

Read More

Beat model, the truth

I just defeated a temptation see
Deal was soo good but then I thot o revelation
Fought it to the ground like a superpower nation
Stillitroselikeaboxerthrowingthrowingpunchesinmydirection
My goodness

		And Jehova’s my witness
It is hard be-in a righteous...

Read More

The universe is all abloom with seasons, diamonds left in wakes of stars (1)
(whose flowers linger) viewed through lenses binding star’s birth to its death,
its ghost, perhaps, not there at all for life to visit...

Read More

Inspired by Andrew Wyeth Watercolor Painting -- Wind From the Sea, 1947




Standing in the old house
A strange mixture of feelings erupt within me
My roommates Depression, Loneliness, and Hopelessness
Greet me with strangling arms and leering grins
I...

Read More

Inspired by Andrew Wyeth Watercolor Painting -- Wind From the Sea, 1947




Standing in the old house
A strange mixture of feelings erupt within me
My roommates Depression, Loneliness, and Hopelessness
Greet me with strangling arms and leering grins
I...

Read More

He wears thick gloves when he strings the barbed wire,
fashioning a thorny fence from prickly metal spines,
reminding me that cattle like to know the boundaries,
the edges of a pasture, clever green grass hesitating
on the borders...

Read More

What else, what obvious opposing lies and information would you otherwise prefer to get? The world is full, it is inundated with Establishment propaganda of fear - insulting your intelligence with an annoying constant threat.....

Read More

Father, I was walking the route of mere doubt
Lord, You know exactly what I'm talking about
Go ahead, Satan, and fill my hopeless head with utter dread
I will drain it all away with His spirit and...

Read More

The Lost Art Of Composition

too often my thoughts and the ability to express them
are taken hostage without a clue to the cause
this is an affliction familiar to many a writer
as if madness wasn't enough
it proves...

Read More

[The Lord]
"Why do you throw up your hands at Me?
Turn around and take what I give you!"

[The Defeated]
"These people stubbornly refuse your grace.
Their brazen-faces threaten violence.
They are attracted to sin like flies to honey,
Spewing hateful...

Read More

With love from Venezuela to the people of the United States of America.
Once upon a time were one of the most prosperous nations of South America.
Our nation once upon a time was a democracy and...

Read More

Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and...

Read More

Don’t talk to me about self-control
If you’ve never cried in your bed
After trying to quit for the 50th time.
Don’t tell me “it’s just a phase”
If you’ve never looked at yourself in the mirror
And hated what...

Read More

as I was sitting and about to write a friend of my came to see and say, I was reading your letter, poems, song, stories and I wonder why each time the writer change. and...

Read More

When someone can really be loving,and kind it causes me to be "Gender Blind". I am that I am,and you are who you are! We are that which we turn out to be! A loving...

Read More

Move back to the stone age 
What kind of story is history going to write
let us examine a cold hearted nation and her many flaws
injecting children with dead remains horror filled
killing has become second nature...

Read More

In the valley of the academics, in the night that falls like a spider's web over the world,
I see them moving, like pale shadows, struggling in their golden cages,
They, who fancy themselves independent thinkers, who...

Read More

Slaves to Perception….
 
Perception is influenced by probability judgments formed on the basis of earlier actions performed in similar situations
 
 
And I think I know
 
As much as I know of a triangle and breathed in the number...

Read More

Carpe diem.

Life can turn on a dime.
One moment you may be engrossed in a book and the next,
it's as though time...Time slips away,  taking with it your imagination and civility.
Time steals your identity. 
It fractures...

Read More

Black and white
two beautiful shadows in the night
I am waiting on mine
in my window, I wait for thee
once the clock strikes one am
then two, then three

I feel a deep rush within
like a wave hitting the...

Read More

In the midst of the raging waves,
they watched her gulp the callous cunning darts.
Her crumbly heart cruelly impaled; the fate that enslaves.
So fondly she’d mask the marks.
Her soul would ache and bleed from life’s glaives.
She...

Read More