If you're reading this, honey
it means the diner is burning,
It's not a typo or a misprint,
but a message:
Witches are wisdom-embedded
women who have seen worse things
than the business end of a newt's behind
I once made a man cry with desire
on a whim by telling him who he was
at twenty-five, I hadn't yet realized
it's really just a trick of language
to be specific
pick the bits of a person, hanging
like snagged teeth on stems
of last night's arugula
reading their cards like tarot on credit
serve the assessment of them
with a side of sugar they'll call it magic,
make you marry if you're good at it—knowing
when to grind the spices is the icing
sin of men or Saigon cinnamon no matter
witches as women, as wisdom get better
in time, in the garden, in the kitchen
slow-cooking rhymes that melt men's masks
over jasmine rice, like loose meat
so the young girls feeding at our hems
can remember the recipe
we seen the misprint
with a scream
intense and unlike any other
he belts out something foreign
coke strapped under his placket
adolescent Antichock
Antichock outlandish behavior
sins in and out
comes and goes
one minute gone the next
this guy’s foreign sinful shout out
thoughts still racing about
The Antichock Kid
rare poem misprint
rarely come
a misprint full of worth
up for auction
one say's stolen
Sometimes I feel inhuman, like I am an alien trapped in the skin of *****sapiens, trying to fit in. This attire doesn’t suit me-- every act is pain. I look around… They move through life so easily… I want to scream. I want to find language that they will understand. Can they tell my struggle? Would they love me if they knew? I take a deep breath. I protect my cover and lift these lips into a smile. If I let them in, they will shut me in the dark. All will examine, dissect, gawk over. Some already do.
Don’t worry, I want to tell them. I work for no leader; I am no cancer; I pose no threat. I am just a mutation in the matrix of society, a minor misprint. Homogeneity will seek me out and destroy me… or I will soon myself.
It's the life cycle of every special thing.
"Be careful about reading health
books. Some fine day you'll
die of a misprint"
- Markus Herz.
Once,
I had a particular problem;
fear of falling. Desperation
drove me to a library,
and found a book talking about
a cure. It read
"cure for falling......" with some
words missing. I blended
together some herbs written in the book,
which produced a concoction whose
color hadn't been given a name
in the dictionary.
I took the drink and slept.
The following morning I woke up;
dizzy. I felt like a balloon
in space. I was afraid of falling
from my bed. Doubting the cure,
I went through the book in the Internet.
My foot!
It was a re-published version of an 18th century
spell book,
which advised on the cure of fear
of falling in love!
I didn't have a shaman's advise on taking
the nasty drink.
I wish I went through the book my counselor
gave me,
rather than healing myself in a cheap,
costly way....
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Contaminated water
For a few more dollars
Immoral power
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Red Zone
No loans
Where are the politicians with a backbone?
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Confrontation
Discrimination
Forced incrimination
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Dirty streets
Vociferous beats
Too shallow to be deep
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Higher prices
Thinner slices
This is a major crisis
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High unemployment
Super high rent
What! It’s just a misprint?
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Clean streets
Cushioned seats
But they're only for the elite
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There’s no injustice
They’re reading books by Augustus
And there’s no need for buses
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Prime steaks
Juicy grapes
And clear lakes
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Well lit stores
Carpeted floors
And Bellhops opening doors
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For the poor
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For the rich
Separation is designed to stir up contention
Aint that ah.....
The silence of the road
intends to pause the observer’s speed.
Unchanged continuity
had a cubic quality.
Presenting yourself to lick salt
before molestation.
The sanctity
stands violated.
The horror thing looms
large,neatly dressed
dancing in your boots.
The path ends at a tree.
You misprint the name
of a tormentor.
Man becomes a beast
in a love triangle.
Satish Verma
Alliances and Allies
rebuildig from the ashes
Collission, Colapse
Imprints of trauma linger
Helicopter blades, rushing winds
Precious life hangs in the balance
Newspapers misprint the facts
They hav'nt came up with too many bright ideas
Citizens turn their eyes away from evil practiced
And the Wisdom of the Elders is misapplied
It's distinctive the vibe I feel
Completely underestimated is my heart that fights it all
Humble yet - defying the odds
As Prisoners of War lend strenght to one other
Just in hopes of seeing her face again
Besides the picture they took away and burned
It's a wonder he survived the war and remarkable what a offense can occur
Much paitents is what we must have men
But lets draw straws
On of us must become a spy
I am a misprint,
Ink blot on love,
I remain a maybe
Longing for fact,
No speck of lint,
A hand in glove.
Thunder; a baby
Will only react
When you etch
Parallel clouds,
Whistling on cue
To a dead town.
Dream a sketch
Of silent crowds
Becoming you,
This boiling crown
Chews thought
Into flagellation.
Holes in the walls
To spy through,
Seeking a sort
Of bricked-up sun.
A heaven of halls,
All leaving you.
a stranger ; waiting for primp&promp(ted to answer
me now----) ......... sporadic alignment through/out
decisions made: (!) nothing left to lose (!)
colliding with static carbonated hurdles, leap, leap-
/ back away you little creep, you sonofabithc
pitiful freak /
first to know, such as addition before subtraction,
reward versus [bad girl]
rich && royal cause trouble; pause for the (de)just
ification of law. goodness is confused- is convinced
it's purpose is To Serve _________ everyone.
they've detonated sense [xxxplosion] "destruction
as a form of creation" , from start to finish & back
again, from yes to no to whywhy not.
crooked posture just has this /tendancy to )( turn
me on, knowledge of ____ inevitability :masochism:;
------[genius,likeme,to revel insuch;capability]
Dirty hands or a dirty mind.
A dirty action works behind.
What is different if we blame?
If we favour them who can find?
Criminal elements are our close,
Who has a duty to matter expose?
If a person will hide crime, then
Who will feel in society a shame?
Love and affection has more different?
If a killer’s behaviour is misprint.
To work for peace or preference for selfish,
We need crime to punish without any kiss.
It seems hard to wear a responsibility,
We work to survive for decision ability.
A man can’t control if crime is at home,
A man can control if complain has norm.