Short Homosapiens Poems

Homosapiens therein a state of sleep;  
To truly rouse forth thereafter thier deaths?  
Shall Sheperd say... He trusts they'd well sleep?  
Life, a dream? They'll fathom post final breaths....

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There is no such thing as a white man,
or black man or mexican.
There is no such thing as an indian,
native american or asian.
There is only homosapiens,
the most intelligent A-hole specie in all creation....

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Lived eighty-five years, seen the good and bad
But it couldn't have been better, the time I've had
In spite of turmoil then and now
Made it through, don't know how
Us homo sapiens are survivors and a courageous band...

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A role is fashioned for each of us homosapiens to portray
Though what if such a role ‘twas fashioned
by a fallacious organization of fabulists
Who decode billions of renditions of one monograph
for narcissistic purpose of monetary gain?
Naked fidelity shan’t be placed upon a hollow existence
Nor should verses be fibbed
Why can’t religion be real again?...

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Thrice a summer aphrodisia snickered in my face
Yesteryear the fog of boreal passion surfaced across my window frame
Omnifarious passions are surfacing
The insignificance of homosapiens stood the test of time
Life molests all of us, maul us, then sing us to sleep
Spiraling through dimensions decorated with brothels and strip clubs
Aging with the grains of pebble stones
Aphrodisia is a tourist...

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