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I got drunk by my self last night
There was just nothing else to do
I told myself that itll be alright
If I could just get that memory out of sight
My eyes are half closed
From staring down the sun
I’ve been down in the dumps
I’ve had a lot of intoxicating fun
And I’m here to tell you
That life goes on
No matter what happens
No matter how much you hurt come dawn
Remember that hangovers are only temporary
No matter how much they hurt
Sometimes you won’t be able
To have memories of which you revert
The fun is what
Drinking is all about
Remember that yourself
You should never doubt
Instead of drinking in sorrow
And self pity
Get drunk with some girls
Who are kind of pretty
If the good looking ones won’t accompany
In your quest for intoxication
There are always the desperate
In this great nation
Sex is a symbol
Which has made America fine
Naked bodies
So sensually entwined
We are a country
Now based on rules
Created by the greed
Of those political fools
Our rights shall be taken
With the swiftness of the wind
We will not even know
For our perception has thinned
We no longer appreciate
Our gift to be free
And our forefathers
Would most likely agree
We need to stop and rewind
What has our country came to
I think alteration
Is far overdue
We need to remember
What the armed forces died for
Now
More and more
Disgracefully we are becoming
More concerned about police force
What has our country came to?
Shouldn’t we feel at least some remorse?
Pay attention to the news
And you shall see
That this proud country
Is not what it used to be
What have we done?
Is there any way to defend our rights?
There is
You’ve just got to fight
For you must make a stand
This is our home land
We mustn’t have empathy
About this subject at hand
Those who have the power to take action
Have the responsibility to do so
Meaning the tyranny on the horizon
We must overthrow
If we wait too long
We shall face monarchy
Yet rules must be made
For we need not anarchy
Remember what life
Is all about
Freedom is something
We must now bail out
So stand up
Be proud
And in unity
Say aloud
We will not fade into the night
We will not
Be taken without a fight
We’ve done it before
We must do it again
Once more our freedom
Calls for our duty to defend
how many people in your life that have been murdered?
probably none
my grandfather was a war herp
coma tosed
to have his wife a cripple
so i could run away scrambling from bs people for the rest of my life
11 tragic deaths in my life,
my family and friends
and their family and friends dropping like flies
the bills sent for the ambulance ride
leave me wondering why did you even bother come
to pretend to save my life
to wake me up and send me out the door
without being able to thank the people who just kept me alive
4 suicides, and im the lucky one to survive mine
4 murders have taken place in my life
and three tragic accidents
i have no idea what it would belike to see my family smile
theyre all dead
nothing but bs people come to watch me cry
who dont know who i am
never talk to me
and have no time for someone like me
off i go back to the hospital for more poison
and brag about malpractice
my stomache that cant digest any thing without pain or discomfort
but hey off your meds i can finally achieve an ********
love music by the way
the terrorist psychological attack with my name on it
offering me reason after reason to cry
what do i need another excuse to hate you
the politicians i cant contact
the police force harassing me
breaking my door down to ransack
stalking me to hand out tickets
breaking my nose afer a hostage situation
and its the bs people who tell me
trying to kill myself was the right thing
the military doesn't care
but make things happen over night
love watching you walk around in your underwear
at my pity party to be happy for you
but im not
im jealous
i hate you for it
your bs people
like these poetry sites with no clue
nice poem huh?
what a read....
go die
maybe after i get crippled they will have the heart to shoot me
but i doubt it
been raped, and tortured, and drugged, and beat by police, and held hostage
to be cyber stalked and have my accounts compromised
off and on and off and on
for 13 years
go kill yourself
war pig loser nation
what do you want me to say?
i know why people drop bombs now
i truly do
put me in a tank
and suck my d ick
existance is my enemy anyway
i hope he quits bothering to live
screw you face book
and twitter is a terrorist organisation
go ask microsoft
#racism #love
Mindless judgement
I wonder when racism is going to end.
I hear loud screams and cries.
As if a… lightning beam hit individuals.
who seem to be walking without a worry in the world.
with smiles on their faces and with a single blink.
Every two seconds lives are ending.
“BRATATA” the shotgun goes off.
someone else has been shot down by the ones
who are supposed to protect us.
Badges on their chest to shield themselves.
It has nothing to do with just us but to crush us.
I see people doing nothing but stare at the scene
their hands weigh in their pockets heavy with guilt and sorrow.
The bleeding never stops, The greed has controlled us.
How can Minds be so narrow? Instead of finding the actual criminal hustling Xanax and ecstasy.
they find the most innocent out of the bunch and munch them till they crunch.
Once they’re through they have no remorse, the police force lead to someone's demise
I worry about this continuing will there be a difference in the nation's population?
In the back of our heads the word MIGRATION
It will be just like a vacation.
that will never end.
Donald trump will be happy with the idea right? He enters the room to a standing ovation.
In his eyes The U.S will become “great” and bright but instead he is just instilling us with fright. He carries nothing but baggage.
As the count decreases so will our intelligence.
What did Malcolm x and Martin Luther king jr. die for?
It pains me to see the people of my color going extinct.
I worry. Am I next?
Am I not safe anymore?
As my blood pores on this paper, I feel like I’m climbing a non stop mountain.
sweat drips.
1, 2, 3
I can’t breathe.
I hope to god one day this beautiful earth will be filled with all the colors ever created.
I want to see kids playing, waving. It would be amazing.
I want to see grown ups sitting on chairs on the beautiful grass and sharing laughs just having a blast.
Even if it means that I have to be in the sky high looking down at the once horrific universe but now if you observe it is more well rounded and grounded.
I pray, it becomes that way.
My whole life I knew a man who hates everything.
Who had a distaste about anything,
Even the do-nothings and do-somethings said to anyone,
Because he hates everyone,
So this tale of hate has already begun.
I know, that the man’s probably old,
Because he’s about to blow cause you’re driving too slow,
He’s wearing white tee; and I foresee me brake checking thee.
For the man who hates everything is a old geezer,
Who probably got boiled chicken in his freezer,
smoking daily a weezer.
I met another man, he was a g-man,
He wore a suit from Iran, and a sign
that said “help a pleading veteran if you can,”
With a camo design, but i ain’t blind, this man got no spine,
He had no medals, but used metal, when i questioned he backpedaled,
For he, a man who hates is selfish, just devilish,
Until they achieve their wish, he won’t perish.
I was stopped the other day, by a blue jacket cop,
I didn’t see him he tiptoed, especially he hated my lingo,
When twelve stubbed his big toe, he pulled out his pistol.
Trying to send me to Santo Domingo.
I pondered: Was it the color of my skin, can hate run so thin,
But of course, A man who hates and enforce,
are the same men who make up your police force.
I watched the news, and I knew it was true.
He wore an orange jumpsuit. I bet a substitute
To his gang cloths, in streets where pain grows,
By troubled boys, who think guns are toys, and decide to destroy.
Then they get incarcerated and take supplements to make them feel more hated.
For he, a man who hates, is a product of shared fates,
Of men who rather act like primates than teammates, give us an update.
The last man I met who hate, are the men we elected,
who made america so disconnected,
We ejected the mexican,
Neglected the african,
Disrespected the woman,
Obtaining an imperfected American.
An American who hates, maybe change is to late
The man who hates outnumbers us 10-9-maybe 8.
Because the man who hates is here, there, and everywhere.
The men who hate can be anyone, and everyone.
It’s sad to say, that it’s true to see
That the men who hate, are you and me.
This poem was written by my brother - in - law Bruce Saks who is a high ranking member of
the New York City police force.
T'was the day before Christmas and all through the School
Not a child was talking ...not a break of a rule
The halls were all empty ....the classes all filled
The children all learning...the teachers all thrilled
The books were all open ....the pencils so worn
From the writing of children ...oh my what great form
A voice on the speaker shouted out with such glee
What a great job you're doing....you teachers you see
Now the bells all had sounded and the tots all on line
Not a peep in the ranks ...not a voice ...not a whine
For lunch was on hand and the day was half done
Another few hour of this great joyous fun
We started our reading ...we all read our books
We read...and we read...not a peep..not a look
I looked at the wall and the clock had said three
And the bell it was ring for the children and me
Goodbye all you sweet ones...whose such fun and such joys
Can't wait till tomorrow for you girls and you boys
Then all of a sudden my eyes opened wide
To the ring of my clock that just shook me inside
Yes it was all just a dream with my full day ahead
Of pencils and reading and kids to be fed
Oh what a thought ...if it could happen that way
A beautiful vision makes a beautiful day
So I.m back in my room and a voice soon speaks out
F from that box on the wall...with a shriek and a shout
A meeting at lunchtime that you all must attend
No excuses accepted...you must stay ..till the end
No I 'm not dreaming ...but this I will say
That tonight in my bed at the end of my day
I will lay down and dream of a wonderful thought
Of all the young children that all I have taught
Then all of a sudden my eyes opened wide
To the ring of my clock that shook me inside
Yes again I have dreamt and again I will say
Can't wait for my bed at the end of the day
Thomas Lonigan 1844 to 1878 (34 years old)
Tom Lonigan married Charlotte in the Irish town of Bella Sligo.
He knew for her only the best life to give, to Australia they would go.
In 1871 Melbourne township they did make their way,
full of plans and ambition for the family to make hay.
Thomas Lonigan, don't you ever forget his name,
For not too long and with regret he would make his fame.
A man of principles and knowledge of right and wrong,
he knew what he should do and to the Police force he would belong.
After basic training in the job, to Benella he would go,
with Charlotte his loving wife and four children in tow.
A wonderful life in the new colony, how hard could it be?
To keep the peace and make life safe for people like you and me.
Tom Lonigan and his compatriot, Alexander Fitzpatrick.
Were sent to arrest Ned Kelly a dangerous and escaped convict.
The struggle that ensured, as Fitzpatrick later recalls,
That Kelly grabbed poor Lonigan and held onto his balls.
That scoundrel, Kelly at the time said, and this is very true,
If I ever shoot a man Tom Lonigan, it surely will be you.
The life of this bush policeman was tough to say the least,
low pay, hard work and for the family, no feast.
Constable McIntyre and Lonigan set camp one afternoon.
At Stringybark creek, Sergeant Kennedy and Scanlon to arrive sometime soon.
The outlaw Kelly gang an ambush they would make,
A shot was fired by Ned Kelly, sealing poor Lonigan's fate.
October 1878 the Kellly gang tried to get by force,
the Police to surrender, lay down their arms of course.
But Lonigan the hero, not wiling to submit,
Drew forth his weapon and to death he did commit.
Next time you hear Ned Kelly's name, think of Lonigan instead.
A man with a fine job to do and a family to keep fed.
He surrendered his life to keep the people safe and secure.
Not ever thinking that the honour of bravery he would precure.
Once the religious, the hunted and weary
chasing the promise of freedom and hope
came to this country to build a new vision
far from the reaches of kingdom and pope.
Like good Christians, some would burn the witches.
Later some got slaves to gather riches,
Once the ties with the crown had been broken
westward in saddle and wagon we went.
Until the railroad linked ocean to ocean,
many the lives which had come to an end.
While we bullied, stole and bought our a homeland,
we began the slaughter of the red man,
but still from near and far to seek America
they came by thousands to court the wild
and she just patiently smiled and bore a child
to be their spirit and guiding light.
The blue and gray they stomped it,
they kicked it just like a dog,
and when the war was over
they stuffed it just like a hog.
Although the past had it's share of injustice,
kind was the spirit in many a way,
but it's protectors and friends have been sleeping,
Now it's a monster and will not obey.
The spirit, it was freedom and justice
and it's keepers seemed generous and kind.
It's leaders were supposed to serve the country
but now they don't pay it any mind
because the people grew fat and got lazy.
Now their vote is a meaningless joke.
We babble about law and order,
but it's all just an echo of what we've been told.
The cities have turned into jungles
and corruption is strangling the land.
The police force is watching the people.
and the people just can't understand,
that we don't know how to mind our own business
because the whole world has to be just like us.
Now we are fighting a war over there
and no matter whose the winner, we can't pay the cost,
because there's a monster on the loose
and it's got our heads inside a noose.
America, where are you now?
Don't you care about your sons and daughters?
Don't you know that we need you now?
We can't fight alone against the monster.
Too much for today's society
Too many deaths in the family
Too much violence in the streets.
Too many hostilities by the police
Too many deaths by the police
Too many murderers in the streets.
Too many innocent victims
Too many in the wrong teams
Too many are lost in the reams.
Too many hostilities by the police
Too many deaths by the terrorists
Too many bad things in the streets.
Too many criminals are on the loose
Too many murderers in the police force
Too many innocents on the crosses.
Too many elephants on the horses
Too many deaths in our family
Too much for today's society.
Too many unsolved murders
Too many slimy perpetrators
Too many cadavers in the craters.
Too many hypocrites in our democracy
Too many bullies are roaming the streets
Too many crazy ants are warming up the seats.
Too many are crying, weeping and sobbing
Too many are protesting, yelling and wailing
Too many are suffering silently and yowling.
Too many cries
Too many lies
Too many spies.
Things are now out of control
Too many officers are on parole
Too many vultures on the pole.
Too many innocents are sitting in jail
Too many bad cops are out on bail
Too many snakes are lying on the rail.
Too many bad laws for the masses
Too few students are attending classes
Too many judges are acting like foxes.
Too many children are lost in the system
Too many leaders do not give a damn
Too many will do anything for an iota of fame.
When will these mayhems end?
When will we see justice on this land?
When will we write peace in the sand?
Too many cops are on parole
Things are now out of control
Too many vultures are on the pole.
Things are now out of control
Too many deaths in the family
Too much for today's society.
Hebert Logerie Monday, December 15, 2014
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In the 1960's, in a small West Texas college town of Alpine
Sul Ross State, was known for cowboys and rodeo teams
Had an above average student there, that wanted to be a cop
With a dream to throw all the crooks in jail, make them walk the line
He always wore a white hat in his dreams
And what he was headed for was, "the cream of the crop"
His name is Rick Thompson, I went to school with the guy
At first a university cop, then to the city police force
But deep down inside, money was his need
With all the energy in the world and a lot of try
The old western type of lawman, cowboy and horse
Until his down fall, because of his greed
Then went next door, to Marfa another little cow town
Right on the Mexican border, a drug smuggler's paradise
They need a new sheriff, the Marshal Dillon kind
Won every election,hands down
Wore a cowboy hat, but then he rolled the Devil's dice
He liked that cocaine money and what it could do for his mind
Was voted number one sheriff in Texas, everyone liked Old Rick
The Mafioso did too, they needed his protection
"Why he was ranch raised, just an old cowboy"
But all of that dirty money, he fell for the Devil's trick
Lost his fancy star, got him headed in a new direction
Found out just what it cost to be a "Cocaine Cowboy"
Got caught red handed with a TON OF COCAINE
Back of a horse trailer, street value of 43 million
He lost it all and sold his soul
A good cop gone bad and caused a lot of pain
Lost the white hat, the halo and the image of Marshal Dillon
Now in a Federal Pen somewhere...doing life without parole
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