Long Hypercritical Poems

****OUR ENEMIES IN DISGUISE***
Norman MacClain wrote, "it is those we live and love, and should know, who loot us"
But whether we like it or not they exist
For some are endowment
And others we got after birth
As...

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Resisting The Repression

Competition between a brother and sister
Rendition of an eighties song all about how much he miss her 
War of attrition between two countries facing off without a resister
Ambition of an Olympian to only...

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I confess that as a child the ruthless caused me 
crippling pain with deeply wounding words and 
bodily attacks that led me to falter through life.

I confess that various family member’s inflicted
incessant cruel criticisms that...

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sista you were the person i admired the most

you always came out on top others weren't even close

you took on the pressure of any situation

the role you took was without hesitation

i felt that i would...

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Oh, my, unexpected foe, “when you read my poems 
you wrongly judged me, and in a demeaning tone
shouted, “Do you ever write poems that are not sad?”

Dear disguised friend, you had me defending what
I wrote...

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I confess that as a child the ruthless caused me 
crippling pain with deeply wounding words and 
bodily attacks that led me to falter through life.

I confess that various family member’s inflicted
incessant cruel criticisms that...

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I was not born into sin,
Neither as a babe in arms was I wicked.
There is no place reserved in a Hell for me as a non believer or in the religious corral you force our...

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Crazy COVID-19 has us all in a tizzy

Too much information making all of us dizzy

Most who’ve been exposed self-quarantine

Running out of toilet paper making us mean

“Social distancing” is the phrase du jour

Scientists scrambling now to...

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Were living in troubled times elevated by hypercritical self-righteous minds, 
that use the lords name for condoning a number of sin based crimes
Revelation continues to show these signs

forgotten seems is the word; that we are...

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What an experience?
So monological your 
days were,
so hypercritical was 
your then,
so hypocritical was 
your pains, were 
when,
very analogical  was 
your sorrow went,
in moan and swone 
your definition was 
sent.

your name and your 
fame had...

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America is Dying Babylon is Falling 

And the spirit took me up
I lost my breathe
all that's left
Is to slip of the cup
Gods holy name I no more defile
I'll walk steadfast upward getting out of the...

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If I watch you closely dose that make me insecure.
If you're longing for a lover maybe?
My love is to impure.
Impleaded fantasy's
 I'm sick and you're the cure.
Materialistic lament, 
hypercritical that's for sure.
Under a blanket of...

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