Short Like The Plague Poems
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PLAGUE
Bombs drop overseas.
Violence spreads like the plague
killing hopes for Peace.
What purpose for war
justifies its destruction?
I can think of none.
Peace,Peace,come to us,
the world one community,
Diverse,accepting.
Evadin' and duckin' like the plague
Spinnin' and shootin' like an Olajuwon fade
My shot! I am shootin'
Ha, ha! Dream takers, I see you out lootin'
Suckas out too, a hatin'
Sucka free is me; no time a-wastin'
Blessin' up and centering
Dreamtakers are out fearmongering
Shinin' like a diamond, I am
Blockers and haters, I no longer tram
Anyone who associates with,
this Animal Rights (semi retired) active Activist,
does so very dangerously at your own risk,
because I am on my government's Holocaust List,
so if you associate with me,
to however small or great degree,
you're in danger of being placed on that list also, right along side with me,
and right now my government knows that you are giving this a read.
You Have Been Warned Everybody.
Loneliness is often avoided
Like the plague.
We would do anything
Not to be alone.
Even if it means compromising
&
Staying with a fool or a drunken dim wit
Or a useless tool.
And yet when life thrust it upon you,
It’s not so bad.
In the peace and quiet,
You find yourself.
Every piece of you reconnecting,
Giving confidence & love.
Loving yourself,
the greatest love,
that you can give.
For loneliness is a path to you.
Not as scary a one imagined.
Isn’t it ironic?
That the plague called the bubonic
Killed the man but not the rat
And did not even kill the cat
That caught and killed the guilty rat
Isn’t it ironic?
That in this age of the electronic
Ebola is running unabated
It’s deathly thirst left quite unslated
Just like the plague as earlier stated
Isn’t it ironic?
That in this age of progress so terrific
A plague is not spread by a rat
Nor by bat and not by cat
But by technology - imagine that!
Believe It
I'm a bit misguided
I sometimes neglect my appearance
My brain has been through
blunt force trauma
I speak the language of regret
I overdose on my emotions
I use sarcasm because it
keeps me interested
I have a mild death wish
My enemies are usually
figments of my imagination
An aura of disaster occasionally
follows me around
What does not confuse me is desire
So keep your heart within reach
Because I'm coming for you like the PLAGUE