Mass Poems - Poems about Mass

stewing in my own juices in this dystopia of a nation masked thugs tearing brown babies from their mothers' arms raking the brown off the streets disappearing the inheritors of the kingdom idiots who believe in an ever-after there will be a time after masked thugs and mass terrorization evil visits the evil and payday isn't always Friday I can't wait to write a poem...

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Many years ago, I visited a church. The Saint Osmund Church in London In Barnes. Beautiful and imposing Catholic Home of God. Felt from the heart Mass. This was an intimate afternoon. I have never been here before. Never The believers waited silently for the voice of the bells. The calling voice rang out Holy Mass had begun. The...

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mass confusion under an abandoned black mailbox just mentioned as lackadaisical as day, someone very close to me just told me about diabetes medication i sit on this empty porch of dried tears with a quickly written letter in my hand i am thinking about possible amputations and high blood pressure so secretive, and i do not know where to...

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A tsunami of black ash blankets half a world Trash toadstool hoodoos, wastelandic pillage and pollutant mucus ravishes lava villages Draining is the amalgam mass at the end of the spectrum Stone environs shock, unnatural landscapes Polyethylene islands flushing the canvas Carbon contaminant fumes flair in mid drift air Virtually no place on Earth is free of the polymer fog Foaming magma...

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Wisdom innate & within Us All (mass consciousness is coming) Those who now stand opposed but know to rest at bay, They will yet live to Fight another day, If we choose to walk the given walk, Use Words, Music, Frequencies, vibrations that resonate, For those that don't or won't, cannot then talk, For words are...

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Monstrously Machievellian Demonic pedagogic Ominously Orwellian Demagogic logic Fools’ Musk-ovite mules Zuckerberg zeitgeist heist Dickensian dystopia rules Google last post bugle Fossil fuels myopia drools Bellicose Bezos blows Bro-ligarchy mates’ malarkey Unions demonstrate Amazon defenestrate Hades Gates hierarchy Murdoch foxy skulduggery Poxy TikTok runs amok Crass puns..shock thuggery This lot don't give a jot . Bitter sh**ter Twitter Greedier needier seedier The death of mass media X marks the spot! ...

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Never did I think I would ever wish to see another Nun now there is you in costume I am a heretic, always have been dressed like a has been priest both of us ready to get on our knees you threaten me with lipstick, a seductive red I would be dead by morning just want to bury my teeth in your neck and...

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. y'all gotta use thuh back door ...

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Commemoration of All the Faithful Departed shockingly hacked after I ordered music missal to replace a few of my old ones taken during a car jacking by Peter Gargano while he faked is death investing my traumatic brain injury claim across America December 2013 to my surprise inside this used music missal book I ordered...

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'make sure everything is well packed son' Yes, Mother I have everything This has always been your dream Ever heard of the dreamers? Yes, mother I want to make you proud Well then your flight is almost Go thee to land of opportunity Go study, but come back For we need you, Yes, mother I want to change...

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Can't seem to get ahead Sometimes I don't want to even get out of my bed. Hard surviving these days Promising to change my ways Slowly making my way from here to there Do I even care I don't even know Where it is I'm supposed to go Which way I should be going No way of knowing There are no...

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This house is a mess I need to get out of here It's making me mad...

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After listening to Rupert Lowe M P, I do agree All Migration should be curtailed Its the far the better Makes much sense I would advise a trial For one year to see.!...

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Busy time very frustrating watching my husband and ciro gargano go over the blue prints over and over again during the 1984 elections for lake county Daniel Furlan Bobby Thompson Ernest Fisher Ciro was looking for another big score after my husband had pretty much messed up the last caper of taking a baseball bat...

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Self's colors-change in the modes of wanting, as a chameleon in the daylight, as the seasons fade to black, hunting season where loyalty is clothed in sackcloth, used as a knapsack with monogrammed font. To embellish the pride inside, attacks reason. Game played, war waged against trust and integrity, hair trigger, sights blurred and...

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