Written By: D. Collins 6/11/25
Nothing could explain how soft OKC probably is.
Blocking out? And a max of 4 points from a big?
They have no Charles Barkley who sat in their laps.
Ensuring they couldn't jump and came over the back.
There was an umbrella around the rim in the old days.
Now 4 out of 5 players stand around to shoot tre's.
The game has changed to where it's played without thought.
Just step out of bounds, throw it in, and get ripped off.
They throw it into to SGA then do nothing at all.
Stand around the perimeter hoping they'll get the ball.
No cuts through the paint to finish at the rack.
I'm just wondering whatever happened to that?
Trees’ leaves were ripped off,
leaving nakedness behind
with teasing winter:-
Nude trees not ashamed
as winter winds teased them;
their hope barked in spring:-
Through thrusting winter,
naked trees never gave in;
waiting coming leaves:-
Despite the fear mongering
(phony news) (Socialist Blues)
American's economy is doing
well – not, in a hand-basket,
going to hell. Today's new
jobs report, 228,000 created,
America being resuscitated --
(Sorry for tariffs, no other choice)
(Capitalist’s again have an enterprising
sane voice)
(Despite Socialist Boos, by adopting
Free-trade World Economies will all
prosper~ and not lose!)
Those corrupt closer to home,
The little man is no-longer your
manipulated cash-cow – we had
sense of being ripped off~ Musk,
is only showing us, by who and
how.
We were young and full of adventure
Travelling in our kombi van
Burning incense and listening
To Cat Stevens and Bob Dylan
We decided to climb a tourist peak
Slowly making it to the top
Going down was easier
Though there was a lot of start and stop
It was busy on the peak that day
With tourists abound
We had to keep standing aside
On the narrow ground
As we stood aside to let someone pass
There was a buzzing in the air
In a moment bees were upon me
Down my top and in my long hair
Without any thought or hesitation
In a complete frenzied state of affairs
Writhing and screaming I ripped off my top
To many tourists eyes a-glare ……
pulse on the roots of my hair
spread on the bed
i ripped off my sheets to find consolation
my fingers bled
searched every corner for a crumb of freedom
the city stayed
saw the blinds shaken from the storm
my future is dead.
When it comes to wrapping presents,
I am really not that good.
The edges aren’t neat and don’t
Lie flat the way they should.
The paper that I use, though,
Is quite festive, to distract
From all the perfect extras
That my presentation lacked.
And if I have a lot to wrap,
My efforts just get worse,
Though fortunately, the receivers
Cannot hear me curse.
It really makes no difference, since
To get at what’s inside,
The wrapping gets ripped off
No matter how it’s sealed or tied.
And once that paper’s in a heap
Or crumpled on the floor,
Nobody can remember how
That present looked before.
Now my hands rest in my pockets and I stay still and don't bend.
You know I still can't see the end, well one thing I sticked on.
But still the only thing I wanted to go away.
You really did as If you ripped off everything of my body, nothing's there that would describe myself clearly.
During that time you ignored me too!
Why are you acting like it's my friend fault?
Laughing it off as if we couldn't see.
I am not sure,
if you live here or in the past,
Where are you going?
You are just watching yourself,
Yourself drowning.
Let us alone.
Please keep it longer by urself it will turn in Wind I promise.
Don't you think that such things like ballons in the sky stay there?
Are you ruining it like my dad too, telling me it will fall down anyway someday and be away quickly.
No one will ever see it ever again.
What are you.
Just why.
When I have the fun,
and can laugh even though of visible remarks,
why are you mentioning them and ruining my mood?
Just don't be there where I am.
Don't me anywhere I go.
Since I am a kid,
I stole some carottes in kindergarten,
or just was being rude.
I didn't really know what how what is.
I am just thankful,
I never broke down but ripped off my fingernail.
I feel ripped off.
Here I am writing, with a band-aid wrapped around my finger and my nose running, I'm sick.
I can't go to school.
I'm missing a day and somehow there are always gaps.
What was the homework?
What did you do today?
No Answer.
Even the days before, I always sent it to you in a structured manner.
It always helped someone, even when they laughed at me for the way I wrote.
I acted like I didn't notice.
Always been online.
I enjoy helping because I'm doing something good.
But where is the back wheel?
I sometimes forget something, I sometimes lose something, I can't always and won't always want to.
In the dire moments of constant fear,
anyone can sense danger from all sides...
wondering if this is our final chapter,
or the continuation of more absurd lies!
I sold my gold to pay off some hefty bills:
a bracelet and a chain I wore at gala parties;
I agreed to a lesser price and feel at peace...
kicking off many worries to the lowest degree!
I asked the bearded guy behind the glass window,
how much they were worth trying to make a deal;
he looked at me and with a raspy voice not so genteel,
" To be honest they aren't worth much, poor fellow! "
He handed me one hundred dollars
enough to survive a few miserable days;
I walked away unhappily, I was ripped off...
yesterday it felt good being an admired toff!
I sold my gold feeling deprived of excessive pride,
it served a purpose but it left much emptiness inside;
greed is not the rule we must live by: gold is a wealth
well-earned, but it can't save us from destined death!
In the dire moments of constant fear,
anyone can sense danger from all sides...
wondering if this is our final chapter,
or the continuation of more absurd lies!
I sold my gold to pay off some hefty bills:
a bracelet and a chain I wore at gala parties;
I agreed to a lesser price and feel at peace...
kicking off many worries to the lowest degree!
I asked the bearded guy behind the glass window,
how much they were worth trying to make a deal;
he looked at me and with a raspy voice not so genteel,
" To be honest they aren't worth much, poor fellow! "
He handed me two hundred dollars
enough to survive a few miserable days;
I walked away unhappily, I was ripped off...
yesterday it felt good being an admired toff!
I sold my gold feeling deprived of excessive pride,
it served a purpose but it left much emptiness inside;
greed is not the rule we must live by: gold is a wealth
well-earned, but it can't save us from destined death!
One hot summer night, I had a wonderful dream
About the sexiest woman I've ever seen.
She wore a mini dress that matches her red head.
She took me by the hand and here's what she said:
"You're in my power and slowly going to a trance;
Tonight I'll make you mine after the last dance.
I've had my eye on you for quite awhile;
I love the way you move and your great smile."
"Thanks," I said. "By the way, what's your name?"
"Like Peter Parker's wife," she responded, "I'm Mary Jane."
So Mary Jane and I left the party in a cab,
Paid for the fare, and left a hefty tab.
We arrived at her house and I was so excited.
Mary Jane was happy that I got invited.
We went to her apartment, and to my surprise,
She hypnotized me with her seductive eyes;
Ripped off my clothes, and threw me onto her bed!
She was about to kiss me, but instead,
My alarm went off at a quarter after 10:
I'll never have a dream like this again. (DAMN!)
I am skin, I am bone
My vessel all alone
My heart, it is broken as it stays inside it’s tomb
Breaking Through, breaking out
Well, it’s all I want to do
I’ve left bruises and scratches
Hollowed out my chest
Waiting for the darkness to come and take my breath
Let me in, turn the light on
Now it’s time to face your fears
Let me be the one to wallow
You are not meant to be here
Close your eyes, just cave in
Succumb to your dreams
Left the marks you were tracing, cutting across strings
Hidden underneath your doubts
It’s not too late now, just let it all out
Stitches on your eyelids
You dove in too deep
Giving up, giving in
Let your senses take over
Forgive or forget
Though you’ll never have peace once you drown in the abyss
An endless spiral
Don’t try to escape
You’ll leave me restless, locking up the gates
I’ll take your lips and hold them far behind me
Give your “love and affection” till I turn you to stone
Breaking down what’s left of your mold
Call me cold, call me callous
But I’ll always know
You’re the one who broke me
When you ripped off my clothes
A masquerade party
ever since 2005
The hosts floated balloons
partygoers thrived
The masks ripped off now
Jews beheaded and raped
by those who disavow
that they're half-human
~ half-ape
There was a time when
I worshipped at his feet
Not so long ago.
There was a time when
I cared and thought
He cared.
But it was all a lie,
A terrible mistake.
There was no love,
Just a facade
A mask he wore.
Well, thank God, no more.
He ripped off the false face
And I saw the monster
He concealed beneath.
And now, when I look,
If I look
I cannot unsee
The monster beneath.
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