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Center of the rain found lost in the game
under the sky I clown around act all goofy to try not to be found
hey Mr president I heard you like my stlye
Want to sing to me baby I won't be here too long
I got a plane to catch ride to check
Wait for it I summoned the four winds bout to catch a case for it
Send in the clowns we all die slow
no funeral music for me cause I rise early now
would you think I am larger than life
yeah I am the same man that started this fight
can you believe alarm bells ringing truth be singing last night I almost melted in prison
Who can begin should the news reach him tonight
Dear Mr president I waited for lights
Waved at the sky as I kissed life good bye
Struggled with space time and had to bend my own light
now you know my hearts are in this I live for this right
put myself on a throne I would rather kiss life good bye
rule over the world that's not why I died
in space I sit on top the moon laughing
you think I wait for death to come gassing
await my mistake under flames I am exstatic
doom avowed me to freak the world with this magic
Murder.
My soul's contaminated with spit
and you walk all over me-
each and every single time-
It's like I blink
and you take one more slap
whack!
While my face red spurs out guilt of being a victim-
the one who always to blame
who is always wrong
and does wrong-
while you look down to me
expecting.
It's neverending
and i'm unsympathetic as we speak.
Now so vulnerable and familiar to your cursed speech
lucifer's lies-
becoming true between the lies
you just start the fire.
You don't know how to put it out,
gassing it, lighter at hand
yet you don't seem to care.
And my emotions,
they're toys-
broken, stomped on,
crushed.
Like my loyalty is not enough,
after I stand behind you,
strong and neutral-
while you whip my heart
and test me some more.
I've had enough.
And you've had plenty of chances before,
plenty of criticizing
and it's too much,
i'm not good enough
I'm the "bad" friend
i'm just not worth your time
so this is the end.
The Atheist believes in Rationality
He mocks all religious emotionality
Calls it the opiate of the masses, pie-in-the-sky
The snake oil of sinister ministers, insidiously sly
Whereas Human Reason, the Atheist confidently opines
Leads man -- become god -- to outcomes supreme and sublime
Yet this very 'Reason' has provided justification
For centuries of inhuman horror and abomination
The 'great civilizations' of Greece and Rome left 'imperfect babies' to die
Abandoning them upon birth on rocky mountain-sides ...
'Scientific theories' of dark-skinned peoples' inferiority
of Caucasion superiority, led inexorably to humiliation and slavery ...
While millions of innocent people died all too recently
At the hands of Stalin and Mao, among other atheists, so brutally ...
It was 'reason' that led Adolf Hitler to conveive mass murder via gassing
in showers which 'facilitated' six million Jews,' he labeled 'vermin,' passing
So, regarding the Atheist, the facts are quite clear
~ His 'rationality' does not consider human life to be dear
Entry in "The atheist" poetry contest
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Once upon an outhouse dreary, while I strained there, lank and leery
of creatures scary down beneath the privy floor--
As my veins were close to popping, suddenly there came a whopping
rush of air, but nothing dropping, dropping from my nethers sore,
“'Tis but a sputter", I then mutter, “popping like the thunder's roar--
only this and nothing more!”
Ah, succinctly I remember - a distinctly warm September;
for bath tissue I dismember - an issue from the hardware store.
Eagerly I wish for passing - that which had been amassing
in my numbles far surpassing - any grumbles heretofore
A gassing foul and shameless to deplore
Nameless here for evermore
Then, methought the air grew smelly, perfumed from my askew belly
The fumes of fish stew from the deli, like the breath of Balthazor
“Wretch,” I cried, “as God hath bent me—by what devils hath he sent thee?
Respite – respite! No more! Some forthright output, I implore!
Purge, oh purge this burning urge I'm yearning for!”
Shall I potty... Nevermore?
With apologies to EAP.
Written by: Rodgers Ja Brown
Why you gassing dawg
Why you coming to my table without asking dawg
I know you hate me with a passion I ain't mad at y'all
Jealous and envy shall follow you
You stuck on my name tryna f*ck with it
But I'm a big number you ain't in my league
I know you f*ck with every classic in my catalog
And it go worth your business team think it's lootlove
Cashtime with my team I'm a big Fish
Money is a big thing I'm focused on
I don't need a green screen when I pull stunts
Cause when you the real thing niggas get touched
And it's Super unlocked
I don't give a f*ck about your number one spot
Corporate's sleeping on me need to set alarm clocks
Word to all workmates crossing my network guap
Big dreams since I was a little boy
I'm stressed, went to the medical school and dropped out
Middle finger to the press
Tried to give a f*ck but I ain't got a f*ck left
I'm blessed
Tried to be civil until I saw your Instagram page
But I was out on leave paving a road for bigger things
See when it rains it pours. I think we all need change
I show real love and respect to the real ones!
A vast sea of doomed,
skeletal walking dead
board a train
bound for Auschwitz;
of the 1,019 aboard,
549 were children.
The last ride of their lives.
Many too numb to show emotions!
Even before that,
families separated;
little children
forced to watch their parents
coldly executed by SS forces,
before being executed
themselves.
Upon arrival,
tens of thousands
packed in
at gassing facilities
like sardines.
Just imagine...
the sheer terror
of their last moments!
How loud were
their collective screams
before they perished? Oh, the horror!
The mass murder of civilians
and prisoners of war.
Indelible images...
of unspeakable evil!
Note: This was obviously written for Kai Michael Neumann's contest,
but someone beat me for last spot within minutes, but oh well...lol
Date written: 04/25/2021
In Germany today, no one is allowed to
say a funny jibe, on poli-tic-ans..As it seems they have grown real thin skins.' The measures anti are quite
tectonic.! Perhaps even uber tutonic.? Are they in a time warp chamber? This to me is a real ( howdy stranger!) I'd thought the old cattle
Trucks were taken off their rails.? What could happen next? What might be entailed.? Even laughing gas would not
Alieviate.' The mood i am getting is above
Irate.. Once i never considered there
(could ever be.') In existence a nacisisstic z-ion-ist-tic
nazi creed.? Yet from what i see growing is there indeed a seed.? Truth be told..There is sadistic power within an occult and greed.' Wars that seem never to
Diminish? Let alone finish.! Much hate is indulged, things as they were from old; all the while blood sacrifice is in use, increases much sin with un-usual abuse.
What concerns most is will we see culmination to a ( cyclone of evil come to be.?) Bringing much
destruction, does anyone even connect with me.?)
The USA is not perfect
never has been
never will be
Unlike Russia, which has
‘no alcohol problem’
‘no civil disobedience’
‘no LGBTQ populace’
Not to mention no truth in the
information it disseminates to
suckers around the world...
Yes, indeed, the USA is not perfect
not with George Washington
the 1700’s slaveholder (gasp!)
on our currency, not to mention
Susan B. Anthony, who was proudly
anti-abortion, pro-life – for shame, for shame!
~ Our ignominious past consigns us to eternal penance ~
Unlike Libya, where an ancient slave trade flourishes
to this very day: Muslims enslaving black Christians
which does not fit the media’s narrative
so most people aren't aware of it
and the rest don’t care about it
Unlike Afghanistan, where the repression of the 'Old Taliban'
is now fully in place under the ‘Newer, More Gentle Taliban’
or Syria, whose butcher of a ruler has made refugees of half his
citizenry, gassing thousands of others with chemical weapons…
But yes, indeed, the USA is not perfect
Never has been
Never will be
Let us forever grovel in abasement to all the tin-horn dictators of the world
not to mention our home-grown squadrons of regressive radical progressives
Down with Jefferson, Lincoln, Grant, Teddy Roosevelt, Truman and Reagan!
Up with Omer, Tlieb, Pressley, Sanders, AOC, Corey Bush, Schiff, Nadler...
Long live Maduro, Castro, the Mullahs, Xi, bin Salman, Abbas, Gaddafi et al!
Lies are Truths Might Makes Right Facts are Opinions
1 9 8 4
Just a day before this dotting
I woke up anew, fagged
Unto the toilet I beckoned
One, two, three, four, . . .times
Flaccidity ran all over me
I could not stand nor sit down
On my Mama’s footstool
For I was foot-billing a stool
Chewing and gassing out odour
Liken to that of nothing
But a dead vulture in a Hades
My eyeballs ran backward
Deep inside my ringing Golgotha
I assume a skeletal posture
Whose weight is zero square
My path and bearing
Became that of Mr. Air
My belly heavy and aching
Appetite disappears off me
Foods became my brief foe
I groin only in pains of constipation
It confined me to fasting without prayers
Only feasting on fart till nine by darkness
I kowtow to the rhythm of
Fuddy-duddy Fandango in my tummy
I was in an unnamed planet
Does belly ache kills? Many wondered
I woke up unto hunger monger
But I was scared again to conquer hunger
For here leads my maw cupidity
I would have cross to the yonder beyond
Learning not to chew beyond my belly.
Alayande Stephen Tolulope
4th, November, 2005
11.00am
Form:
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