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What kills
Are the thrills seem to have gone
Like my ever decreasing youth
I failed to use
The gift I abused
Thinking I was my God
I was entitled
My very own referee
Bingo Caller inches taller
Over all and sundry
But retracing my track's
My receipt's don't cover my taxes
Refunding pearl's in plundered shell's
Warranties have expired
Upon an ocean floor beside bald tyres
And discarded plastic bag's
On fish to snag
For 1 final thrill
Like growing up
I would kill
Glancing beyond a windowsill
Where The rain still dances upon the fresh cut grass
I can no longer smell or even tell cares
For the fresh air or sun
Bored as I of perpetual cutting and growing
Never knowing if anything else will ever take place
Or replace the 1st time feeling
Alive
Feeling
Anything but Hollow
"The Fiery Breath of Certain Death"
Or
"Alarm Bells Are Ringing"
You wear your anger well, it suits you just fine,
but, do we all have to feel the fiber of your fabric?
You toot in your zoot suit, then you scoot for a toot,
head wired, eyes fired, lip licking, lip flicking, chicken!
Snarling, snapping, rapping, grueling gruel, your fangs drooling,
rabid dog reflex, we'll just have to call you Rex!
As in...T-Rex, flexing oral dexterity,
you flex your pecs Rex, then your text is next!
OMG! The "Prankster," you're the original "Gangster,"
blogging and feeding, we eat floggings and bleedings!
Melting minds of the masses, you chair literary classes,
we suffer the choir, with heads blazing, ears on fire!
If kindness kills, then you kill us with "Carols,"
glock half-cocked...lock, stock, and two smoking barrels!
I guess the bullets you spray, helps keep the conscience away,
while you skin us alive, to be meat on display!
You drank angst from the wagon, a flagon "Snapdragon,"
wagging, gagging, with hellfire halitosis bragging!
Your breath of quick-fire death, inflames our thrombosis,
we pray today, that our blessed death, doth soon approaches!
But, till that day, we pray, for blessed redemption,
if we're lucky, maybe God will give us an exemption!
With excerpts from the movie: "Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels"
Endless haze of orange light
Cast upon the smog
Sweat alone and stain my seat
In my peerage crowd
Don't regret my actions long
Takes just too much time
Better spent trying to live
Make it day by day
Play to the rhythm of some dumb old sex song
Made by a gaggle of mediocre white men
Burning the oil just to survive
Another day so unforgiving
Stand in the light that makes me nauseous
Only thing that kills my hunger
All in all
It's all the same to me
Endless summer
Uncomfortable
Endless summer
Golden memory
Repel all within the crowd
With overwhelming stench
Sweaty kid who never cleaned
Noseblind to the deaf
Hundred feet from my old house
Hundred feet from school
Summer days eternally
Burnt my fragile skin
Just as unlikely to make it back then
Can't start a fire with all my fuel burnt
Can't blame my skin or my rank in my land
Once a loser, still a loser
Born depressed and only discovered
From the wreckage of a perfect ship
All in all
We're all upon a beach
Endless summer
Heartache, missing
Endless summer
Nostalgic, waiting
You've never been happy
Does it matter to me?
To form a memory
Remembered so fondly
Endless summertime
Burnt into my mind
If it once was fine
Why isn't it still fine?
Curse words are used by the educated and the ignorant without shame,
and they often appear in lyrics and movies;
what's the scope to divulge such obscenities?
On buses, trains and other public places mouths shout them with rage.
Most parents blame their kids' behavior on bad company,
they admit that if they are taught respect early, they will be the champions
that our society will praise immensely with eloquent words;
some will question, " What have they accomplished to have won a trophy? "
Speak respectfully whether you are a Moslim, Jewish or Christian;
be the model that they should highly admire and imitate by all means,
to be lenient and allow them to cuss is to offer them a venom that kills....
don't hush and let them abuse and demoralize you: fight and win!
Copyright ( c ) 2015 by Andrew Crisci
Love bites like the first frost in late autumn.
It kills whatever flowers have survived since summer ended.
The frost slowly seeps into the stem, totally consumes the petals,
then when it least expects it,
freezes them, biting deep into the roots,
and choking it to death.
Eventually leaving nothing but a dead, rotted weed.
My love for you was like that flower,
and like that flower my heart was wild and free.
Until, one day when I was frost bitten, by your love for me,
which like that frost, was cold and uncaring.
Love bites like frost to a flower.
It hurts everything in it's path.
You know it's coming, and there is no way to stop it.
Nothing lasts forever.
Written by: Kelly Deschler motif: nature & philosophical (old poem)
change your philosophy
the intelligent of men
turns humanity to
a scarcity of
common sense
the greed of humans
kills the good in
our natural privilege's
the lack of truth
in our today reality is
a big scam on
our life's every where
so when your opinion
is based on the logic
of ignorance change
your philosophy
change your philosophy
if truth is a big problem
today then what is
the use of motivation
no one can stop the truth
either could intelligent human
touch the sun
could it be that the words
of our great ancestors is true
when we don't have no
interests in their
deep moral values anymore
we claims to be
civilise in a world
full of lies
so when the logic
of deceit hit on you
when you see the lies
in the truth of the lier
don't let them fool you again
is obvious is time to
change your philosophy
change your philosophy
build your world
when the world
never care to build
you
you must not follow
what is always invoke
when it doesn't interest you
even when it interests you
change when you realise
is not good
i thought life was a free zone
yet nowadays our logic to life
don't bring no hope
of survival
so when your hopes
is cut low in disappointment
by their political slogans
of change
withhold your believe
on them while you
change your philosophy.
A man and a woman are living
in a jungle. The man has lived there
all his life but the woman is new
so she's scared. The jungle is full
of snapping turtles and they are hunting some.
The man knows how to hunt them
and he kills a huge one. They drag it home
and leave it on a wooden table
in a clearing overnight. He says to the woman
Tomorrow you will clean it and cook it
in a soup. This
will accustom her to turtles
and make her less afraid.
The next morning they wake up.
But when they go into the clearing
the turtle is gone
and there's a trail of blood
leading into the jungle.
The woman panics with terror
but the man is no longer
concerned with that: he grabs
his weapons and follows
the blood into the forest.
Humans dump our garbage into the sea
Not caring that many creatures it kills
It’s totally thoughtless if you ask me
We destroy the rain forest with our skill,
And pollute the air with cars exhaust pipe
Doth destruction give us some kind of thrill?
Give notorious wrongs all kinds of hype.
We destroy habitats from west to east,
So truthfully, how can we humans gripe?
Start forests and burn out thousands of beasts.
We strip the land of nutrients galore.
What will happen when we have no feasts?
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Terza Rima
Feb 28 2021
I'm so Tempted
Tempted to be with you
I'm so Tempted
Knowing there is nothing I can do
I'm so Tempted
Yet, Temptation is not leaving me alone
Temptation has been around since you were gone
Temptation was never my thing but I think it is time I want you back
I remember your sexy smile with your best looks in black
Baby, I had to let you go and you know you can't blame me for that
But, How about a single romance with no blames, let's call it a bonus night
Only If you knew what is going through my lonely mind
You will see lots of changes, mind is so dirty that will make you go blind
It kills me to know that even for one second me and you can never make it again
So I'm keeping my secret temptation deep inside my fantasias brain
Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 20
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.
Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Hindi Title ‘Madan Dahan’ 20
Awakening of Shaker’s sleeping powers
Sensual pleasure so developed,
Destroyed the burning power,
Created by his long penance,
And compelled him to ponder and realize.
How charms can destroy his eyes powers,
Like ordinary human beings,
When he is blessed by the creator,
With the power of resistance of God.
Eyes get delusion infected,
That kills their powers temporarily,
But inwardly they remain,
Protected by wisdom and consciousness.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 11th May 2012
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