Love, nurture – abandon, disown...
Love, nurture – beat, rape, murder...
Love, nurture – build cities, blow them apart...
Love, nurture – despise, hate...
Love, nurture – rip young from their own wombs
for convenience and saleable body-parts....
Love, nurture – pray to a god that will forgive any snafu...
Love, nurture – God started with smaller creatures, and continued
to fail upwards....
Love, nurture – make a hell of one's world, then hide in politics, sports
music, theater, and poetry.
Small wonder many prefer dogs, cats, and stamp collecting....
Mad Women Love me a lot.
That means nothing have I got
To things view from Worth of What,
Not spotless The-With-A-Blot…
From Mad Women lovers’ smiles:
Those who could like me walk miles,
Naked Ones glad about it;
To marry one digging my pit!
Years of disdain for bathrooms
But streets sweep with caring brooms…
God I bless for Pubic Hairs
Ably screening off Prized Wares
Still some day saleable
For A Madness stoppable!
BBC I trust can see
Could afford to let this be;
With Proverbs busier than bee…
I’d forgive: Winter’s Hot Tea.”
Usually by somebody of age
Holding another‘s neck hostage,
Most of the time breathing downs that neck
But fully sure the drama would wreck…
Being awake while the world is asleep
To keep enacting the Emotionally Deep,
When time and space permit
Begin to love vows vomit…
No distinguishing a lawn, stranger to a broom
From a pre-paid hotel room.
It’s a directive from vain flesh
Like an Iraqi Muslim settling for a Christian Welsh:
Easily tender caress of another’s hair
As soon, faster, crazier breathing of air
And predictable knot-tight embraces of a shoulder
By the now sexually bolder.
A helpless leaning on same for salvation
Sadly, The Good food lost to salivation.
Millions bring closer its expiry date,
Expertly foretelling when it shuts its gate:
Merely a clinging to a declared heart throb
While one still wants to the truth rob
Amorous Love is another saleable good on your shelf
You would market yourself.
Always coming in different shapes
Off and on supportive of rapes
And gaze long at it
One to arrive at views split.
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day food became saleable commodity ~ man became inhumane
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government should provide two square meal to all ~ no one should die of hunger
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Money
The most preferred content of a bulging envelope
For those with a project to develop!
A solicitation by the poor,
With sometimes bent knees on a floor.
Tempter of twenty – first century thieves
Hoping to receive the accolades of Chiefs;
Motivator of wildfire ambitions!
Rooms widening for intuitions!
A guarantor of treasured privileges,
Has had people plucked from stagnant villages;
Money is a capital concern to all bursars,
As much, the singular obsession of grabbing misers
To whom making it is pretty hard,
Once with little, turns its fierce guard!
Not itself an edible
But makes each one saleable.
The reward to tune-singing piper,
His beads of perspiration, best wiper;
The trusted charmer of a woman
To nearly all her man says “Amen”
It is not about impression
It is not about achievement
It is not about lessons
It is hard work
It is not about you
It is not about behaviours
It is not about personalities
It is about hard work
It cannot be acquired
It cannot be saleable
It cannot be a norm
It is purely hard work
if something is lost
that can be bought from market
love's not saleable
precious love of heart
if lost in life's any way
that can't be regained
wetting eyes adorn
heartfelt love's hidden rhythm
speaks depthness
Zeal uncontained, needing quarantine
Oscillating rigor mortis, feigned or real
Madness, the only description saleable
Both for actors and non actors alike
Invested in the runaway train consumers
Enjoy at the expense of real tragedy
Shuttered from public view, until it's not
10/15/14
Truth has become socially malleable,
personally customized and saleable.
Ruled Politically incorrect,
by the self appointed elect.
We’ve hit that slippery slope running,
led by diabolical cunning.
We're on that horse and galloping like Saul,
persecuting salvation...right St Paul?
The sin is the same as it used to be,
just a different apple tree.
Work out your salvation in fear and trembling,
for Truth and lies are conveniently blending.
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