Long Suicided Poems

"Royal Jelly and the Hornet Helix"




When the murder hornets arrived
they flashed their big black wings 
like sharp porcupine needles into our minds
we became honeycombed hypnotised, held in their hive, 
all one mind, one world, the...

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...It took several weeks, but he quickly found
a strange chemical to the water bound,
clearly synthetic, so he went online,
was astonished by what he didn’t find.

There was no mention of such chemistry,
no reports or formulas did...

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Rolling the stone                                ...

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SONG TO THE RUINS OF AMERICA
With the Glyn Ford’ eyes:
"Fascist Europe-The Rise of Racism and Xenophobia"
I see with horror how from an american country to another
Racism and Xenophobia are cultivated in ist fields
Inspecting the growth...

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The day was almost over the length of shadows added to the horror the suicided 
failure as eye kicked the step away from the very air eye breathed only to discover 
that the rope that...

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Hub for the hopeful
             Bevy of potential sent screenside
             Embellished profile...

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He was a man of many voices
All making a disparate whole
And by day you never knew
Which one would take control.
Some days you wouldn't know
The persona on display
Wouldn't know the voice
Or what it had to say.
And...

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He was a man of many voices
All making a disparate whole
And by day you never knew
Which one would take control.
Some days you wouldn't know
The persona on display
Wouldn't know the voice
Or what it had to say.
And...

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When the Germans invaded Latvia and Estonia
They decided these people would have 3rd Reich favours
And so they recruited or drafted young men into the Waffen SS 
Who fought on the Eastern Front battles showing their...

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i know it helped you that i could see
if i do it to will it help me
it took away your pain do you now feel good
if it takes away my pain do you think i...

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I am person that has died
My body nolonger lay on the earth

I am a person who thinks about suicided
A person who hide

I am a person who smile
But cry on the inside

I am a teenger who...

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What do you know about being damn near homeless
Struggling to reach tomorrow to find tomorrow is worthless
This is a lyrical exercise in linguistic exasperation
Where every sunrise spells ruination
Cause what doesn't kill me only makes me...

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The French word for ‘cockroach’ is ‘le cafard’.
In some contexts it can mean ‘depression’.
But for the soldiers always standing guard, 
‘Avoir le cafard’ refers to boredom.
I’ve heard war has been described as follows:
“Ninety percent boredom,...

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Suicided Kids*
Mothers of suicided kids
   grieve with a guilt
   that arrives  
   immediately… 
taking up permanent residency.

Unbidden and uninvited
   settling in the voided heart space 
...

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