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Crawl Back Inside Your Mum

Political correctness because we can’t be offended 
We want freedom because freedom is splendid 
Speaking my mind and you don’t like it, 
oh and you cry too I am delighted 
issues in your head 
have you running and hiding 
misuse what I said 
now I’m ammo providing 

Equality is for those equally qualified 
watching the stupid as they forever multiply 
Ignorant know-it-alls 
who never know they are fools 
only the stupid ones
make the rest miserable 
Too dumb to understand 
they are dumb individuals 
Growing self belief 
they are performing rare miracles 
Professional specialists 
the capacity minimal 
Or special professionals 
you can openly ridicule 

selectively make it about gender or race 
when I singled you out and said it straight to your face 
if you did what you did it’s about nobody else 
but you need the herd to share it out away from your self 
suits you to group with the advantage it sells 
to turn all traditional when the reward offers Hell 
equality says all the women fight wars 
while men stay at home becoming Mr. Indoors 
painting their beard on just like your eyebrows are flawed 
until a man becomes Queen and the princess is called George 
the ladies build buildings in the rain when it pours 
telling mix gender people no one cares about yours 
gays wanting marriage from a religion so savage 
why want religious rights when all they cause you is damage 
Faith is a football team you support but don’t challenge 
they never win cups or leagues no skill is apparent 
supporters of Brexit getting labelled like Trump 
remain make a point in these years always to slump 
Brexit is the long term but you’re blind to the sun 
and for all those I upset look a finger just one 
sit on my finger, you’ll have some fabulous fun 
if you don’t like offence go crawl back inside your mum!
I’ll come and visit you later I’ll be shouting I’m done 
As she comes around the mountain and collapses all numb!
I’m the bloke who will poke
It’s a your mother joke
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Trapped

Trapped

You see no one understands what it's like being trapped inside your own mind 
Left to try and self-medicate while loneliness and heartaches seep in feelings designed to whisper nothing but venomous thoughts untill  you believe them to be true, like vines they twist and wind until they're consuming every space they can find, 

No one understands what it's like being trapped inside your own mind! 

Unlike you and I we know the turmoil and torture thoughts can bring ya, 
Unless you've  fallen so far past a rock bottom into the darkest depths of despair then your clueless as to how it feels to be lost inside your own mind.

No one understands what it's like being trapped inside your own mind 

Addiction, anger frustration, rage, codependency and unhealthy relationships mean violence hits, and although sticks and stones may break your bones words will destroy your soul they, fester rotting away any positivity.

No one understands what it's like being trapped inside your own mind.

They linger until you become a believer  your brains full of bad pathways, eroded into the brain matter and firing off to each receptor, now it's got ya, your trapped inside your own mind. Now everyone thinks you've gone crazy, popping pill after pill, you trusted medicine to save thee,  but it caused PTSD, with tremors on the bed you cannot forget,  you pray there's an ending because you don't want to die inside your head walking around zombiefied with nothing but a glazed glare  behind blue eyes. 

No one understands what it's like being trapped inside your own mind 

Apart from the dwellers of the depths of despair, you and I have both been down there,but if you follow the bright white light in your mind's eye, there you'll find the strength to build the stairs out the rotted pathways and free yourself from your own mind. 

Then you'll understand what it's like being able to break free from the binds of your own mind and think clearly with positivity inside your once rotted torture mind.
© Sarah Cope  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Questions

Questions

Questions aren't a form of Disrespect.

Was the World better when you were

Young? Or you were just too young to

Notice it's flaws.

People think disrespect is something to

Tussel about, It's not.

It's something to keep an eye on, I have

Thousands of questions in my mind, I

Have too much to say, Wanna hear?

The world stood still, then moved again,

But now with rhythm you held no blueprint,

No plan nor masterkey, yet questions remains

To unlock ourselves, So why remember

Questions missed? Why not bother with it

At all? Because always issues wanted or not.

Questions remains.

To Those Who Dont Care

To those it doesn’t concern 

Just a short note to the ones 
who say they care 
I find it funny to this day you 
say you was there 
All the times I was in need, and 
you turned ya head
Like to get my jaw set, ask a 
friend you had said 
How could I when it was my 
jaw that was broken
All the times I kept quiet not 
one word had I spoken 
All the many times you see but 
this is a quick note 
So I can’t list even a fraction 
funny huh but no joke 
I wanted to thank you for leaving 
me high and dry
And now you look surprised 
do you wonder why
Honestly, well I’m a strong 
woman now you see 
Because you’ve hardened 
my heart for me 
That’s why I blocked you 
the other day on line 
I don’t need that part of 
my family by design 
Been letting me down since I 
was five but it’s okay 
Just know I made it this far in life, 
I did it my way 
Yea but I taught my kids 
good family values 
It was rough, and not 
too many issues
But hey look I gotta run now 
I know I didn’t need to 
I just needed to say thank you, 
and I forgive you 

Signed 
Your daughter and 
Your sister
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member AI Didn't Scare Me Away

Not for a second think I've left the soup kitchen
and quite frankly, I'm tired of all the B itching.
not from those real poets who know how to write
with pen in hand or fingers on a keyboard in flight.

I'm dealing with a couple of serious family issues.
A very sick granddaughter, and it's giving me the blues
My best friend, my sister's heart is out of whack
I'm just done with AI attacks and counterattack

I haven't abandoned the site, only entering contests
and hoping Artificial Intelligence will soon be laid to rest.
Probably not. I've more important things to do for a while,
so, as Duke Beaufort likes to say... live life with a smile.
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member The Hurt That I Often Feel

Yesterday, I thought I seen the back of your head,
I felt my mind shook as I started to dread,
That you were there,
But then I realized,
It wasn't you.
As I left the airport,
I got into a truck, that was just like yours,
Then all my emotional sores started hurting again.

And later on, after seeing,
That the friend I wanted to have all to myself in high school,
Already had someone to be best friends with,
I held back my tears,
And fear that maybe I'll never recover
From these emotional issues that seem to go on forever.

And I feel like I can't keep myself together...
Especially when I see two siblings who love one another,
Wishing my siblings were close to my age,
Then I wouldn't have ever felt like I was in a lonely cage,
Envying those who get to have a younger sibling jump into their arms,
Whenever I see them at school...

She always felt like a little sister for me,
I want to protect her,
But nowadays, I don't like the way she is some times,
And I feel confused, and lonelier when I see that she
Likes her other friends more than me.
Yet again, more envy, 
And I feel guilty realizing it's wrong for me to be jealous
In friendship...

I'll make sure our friendship never ends,
But I know that my loneliness will never disappear,
And I will never be able to reappear,
In school with her again, it hurts,
Especially when I don't have someone to share the suffering
Of high school work and gym.
I still feel hurt and sad, everything in elementary,
That made me glad will be pushed away,

And I'll probably feel alone everyday...
Just like the old days, when I cried at night...
And my alarm clock was my nightlight...
Now I need Him, to keep me safe,
And be my light,
Because the hurt that I often feel
Is an inner fight for life!

Premium Member Inner Knowing As God Enables Me

I know that I am worried about my welfare concerns…
As God enables me to recognize them.
I praise Him for being my generous Provider:
He meets my welfare’s needs constantly
For me to be blessed while earnestly thanking Him!

I know that I am frustrated by spiritual crises…
As God enables me to acknowledge them. 
I honor Him for His grace, very enriching:
He ends my spirituality’s dearth by His Word
For me to be filled with truth while learning Bible lessons!

I know that I face discontentment issues…
As God enables me to settle them.
I exalt Him for satisfying me always:
He feeds my soul’s hunger with His goodness
For me to be peace-filled while trusting Him!

I know that in my unbelief, I entertain doubts…
As God enables me to conquer them.
I worship Him for asserting to me His immutability:   
He settles my faith with His answers
For me to be triumphant while abiding in His will!

I know that I have pride-problems…
As God enables me to pray about them.
I adore Him for assuring me His love:
He grants my heart’s desires* according to His favor
For me to be delighted while seeking His approval!

*Psalm 37:4 Delight thyself also in the LORD; and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart.

September 1, 2018

Premium Member Monopolitical Issues

The MonoTheistic conclusions
self-righteously drawn
by too many Straight
White
Male corporate leaders

More comfortable with their asset management skills
than uncomfortable with their power overish tendencies
of systemic capitalism
historic kleptocracy
transcendent autocracy

Is dark-skinned slavery,
dark-minded disempowerment,
defensive proprietary oppressor 
zealously predative mistakes
assuming lack of sacred
enlightenment
in profane Other.

By contrast,
the PolyEcological resolution
of EarthMother indigenous wisdom
is multicultural co-investment
in healthy democratic
win/win wealthy polyvagal neurosystems

Finding universal
uniting salvation
in resonantly resilient
health care energy

Massively co-mediated
co-empathic
co-operatively owned
and nutritiously nurtured
addiction to EarthPeace
multiculturing healthy democratic
healing justice.

When our religious beliefs
don't mention
and challenge
competitive systemic racism,
then we suffer
from anti-ligion,
dissociative division,
Other punishing injustice,
more than we restore worship
awe
connection
with all Earth's multiculturally healthy
resilient diversity,
Truth and Beauty
of cherished 
sacred 
EarthDay life.

Premium Member Outside Health Habitats

Many of our most integral
holistic
spiritual,
re-ligioning,
re-connecting,
loyal pursuits
lead us on an individual
inside well-worn faithful path
that monoculturally separates
internal inside climate issues
from Earth's vast extended family 
outdoor voices
of concern and comfort.

Higher multiculturing
multi-generational
poly-regenerational truths
are also deeply sensed
outside inside quiet contemplation,
alone within four straight flat walls,
autonomously separate fragments
of global life/death epic issues

Inside silent still
contemplating past rounds
fired by negative Muses of DeGenerative Change
draws distorting hard distraught
fundamental flat walled lines
boxing in sad egos
trapped inside eco-habitat outdoor stifling
and freezing
toxic separation
within/without
severing our win/win rightbrain inside voice
from our win/lose left outside choices
as if two oppositionally defiant climate issues.

As if we are condemned to an unsustainable
bipolar
duality of mind
more chronically dispassionate
than a singular
creative dipolarity
of heart/mind
felt/thought
trust/truth
spirit/nature

Pursuing
inviting our win/win ego/eco-nutritional truths
physically-sensually whole,
while severed from outside voices,
harmonic and dissonant muses,
longing for in/out communion,
diminishes emerging full rhapsodic chords,
Earth-sung attachment moments
achieving wider stretching intimacy
engagement
climax

Integrity with those ecologically around us
theologically and historically within us,
healthy and pathological cultures
win/win and lose/lose,
living and dying climates
and all becomings 
win/lose rounds of compromised win/win inside/outside change
in-between harmonic intervals
of full-octave Earth scale resonance,
resiliently polypathic.

Inside creations
grow more resiliently healthy
when surrounded by supportive outside meditations,
medication,
ego's ecotherapy of healthy choice.

Reporters Who Risk Life and Limb

...To Save Strays Deserve Lagniappe

Ruff lee, e'er since
     aye waz za lil whippersnapper
     watt wit dis awful temper, yet
     obedient to a pooch loving Aleut
til present moment, Asian ole mangy coot

this hot day (woof faux pas
     dipping into animal shelter
     donated water bowl)
     filled to the brim with smoothie fruit

flavored slaking, moistening, cooling,
     sans lallygagging tongue
     doth wipe phlegmy ooze away,
     where nearby a kazoo

     playing labradoodle
accompanies mum
     muttering prettifying self,
     via quasi preening snout 
     when squeezed

     automatically issues
     honky tonk sound imitating hoot,
where passerine twittering
     fly night passersby

     toss bone fied token loot
and a Norwegian
     bachelor farmer named Knute
Rockne took immediate

     liking to yours truly,
     who when scratched
     itchy fur patches remained mute
imparting unconditional love

     to petting man's best friend
hoof right then and there
     Isaiah felt as top underdog
momentarily distracted

Fermi n Rico as petsmart necessary fix
reduced to that as newshound junkie
     oft times in desperation
     shine shoes ala boot lix

usually rewarded with bona fide prolix
about such a docile mix
breed to old for chase sticks
     to learn super champing cheap tricks.

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