Kate: "shall not, so sorry, these fickle few are not a flurry of blurry forms, they art and science like dogs turned wolfish then mourn."
Lucifer: "Instead, let feathers begin the bedtime songs, these others accrued have gone terribly wrong."
Zeus: " I don't believe I have the time, to play that instrument like "catcher in the rye" I have though too many half steps onward still the haunting glow, the louder trill."
Lucifer: "In step with the devil dog, the hellhounds of march release ides aflurry and we sent through the arch, a mcgolden apple that pied that sky, and asked for new curtains to blot out a liar."
Zeus: "Have that too, we can't hide all the gold and silver in a mountainous shoe, those slurs are forlorn, their jokes are depressed, they haven't new schools to teach them any better."
Lucifer: "Is it a liar, isn't it born of fire, how does the ode to that compare to the fires?"
---End of act V---
He goes inside his room
Whenever his parents fought
Father yelling slurs at his mother
Threatening to even kill her
His sister then locks up the room
And play him his favorite song
In wait for the stars to disappear
So they could disappear in morning with their mother
every word she utters maligns, defames and shames
she slurs, slips, and slanders
an expert, she tears down and villainizes
people she knows and people she has never met
no one wants to sit next to her at dinner parties
no worries
she is no longer invited
Shares of compliments soar higher
as sellers find eager buyers
Insults plunge to record lows
be they poetry or prose
Shall we see the return of sanity
~ the end of slurs and profanity
Words and letters
Stacked upon each other,
to make full-blown sentences and songs.
notes all tethered
by accents and slurs
stacked upon each other
to make full-blown lines of music in songs
my brain
scrambling for a melody
my brain
thinking so fast
It comes naturally
I know exactly what notes to hit
and when to hit them
I know exactly what I want to say
and how to say it
but out loud,
speaking,
conversations,
It's so different.
I just wanna cry,
And I wanna scream,
And I wanna run,
And I wanna sing.
till my lungs give out and I cannot breathe.
I wanna talk,
till everyone knows
The same thing goes
with this heart that's about to burst
and shatter and break
because I think that's better than loneliness
Whittled skittled Bazball skint
Belittled lost the glint of Clint
Have a dig make my day big hint
Whatever they say never skinflint
In every stint we will always sprint
Hope dope blueprint trope's mint
The jibber jabber about the Gabba
White knights or ghoulish frights
Stagefright day night under lights
Highlights or more foolish flights
In the ascendancy have that tendency
Heresy or do they deserve clemency
Jealously let them preserve their legacy
Lose again barricaded in the Embassy
Stokes blokes smokes with their high jinx
Ben’s mens sneaky kinks find the chinks
Bazball minx in sync with cheeky winks
Glasses clinks as fans sinks their drinks
Nearly boys ploys bring us back from the brink
What do you think ..will our envoys annoy shrink
Another pity ditty in a sweltering city.. sh**ty stink
Or blink ignore the noise....spurred on by the slurs
Purrs like the Psychedelic Furs..joys of Pretty in Pink?
When my heart is broken
and I feel like I’ll never find a way
to see beyond the sorrow, the darkness
who slurs each prayer I pray…
when my soul is churning
with fear that won’t let me go
and nothing will ever again be perfect
the way it was before I felt this blow…
when my life just isn’t worth it
and I want to give up all of my plans
even though I’ve worked hard to share
my blessings – the blessings from His hands…
when all seems lost, and I can’t fix it
when I don’t know what to do or say
I feel the love of God reaching out to me,
offering hope that He hears when I pray…
when I feel the shadows cover my dreams
and the desperation silences my light
I believe – despite the darkness, there is One
who will always win my worst fight…
He silences the fears that trouble me
He reaches out to me with His grace
He reveals the truths that stir hope in me
He is the One who I’ll ever embrace.
With Him, I know what it means to love
He is the light that shines down from above
With Him, I have no reason to doubt
He shows me that love is what life’s about!
“Pray without ceasing; in everything give
thanks; for this is God’s will for you in
Christ Jesus.” 1 Thessalonians 5;17-18.
The hands of compassion echo
kindheartedness like Christ conveyed.
To the Good Samaritan’s mind,
cost discounted; duty outweighed.
In disparate worlds without slurs
the hands of compassion echo.
It matters not where needs occur;
they’re unique, unlike art deco.
They are hands that go way beyond
never grabbing, never gripping;
the hands of compassion echo,
off’ring help for someone slipping.
To make the diff’rence in God’s sight,
always pray, give thanks and check - "Oh
that we could know His perfect will!"
the hands of compassion echo.
If this I may
I shall say
That only a fool
listen to a drunkard on a stool
If thy see your worth
In such fools
Thy might just perch
on such stools
Then some would say
From such a mouth
One might look South
in a month even May
To listen to a grain
of truth
From a mouth
full of pain
That slurs
and curse
Highlighting some truth
that may form the roof
Serving as proof
Long awaited
Although guarded
to set free a fool
Whom brought truth with glee
shouted on the roof tops
sprouting the crops
Of the innocent fool free
Humpy Trumpy secure on his wall.
No matter his crimes, he's
immune from them all..
Through all the court systems and
charges that pend, and racial
slurs that should offend, Humpy's
Maga might may win in the end..
And you didn’t make me
I formed myself
From the periodic table
with a little help
You added slurs and
blackened my milk
Turned me into a scapegoat
and my flesh to filth
And you never broke me
I smashed up myself
Unseen fractures
healed wrong by themselves
Broke the mold early
was looking too good
Patriarchally cast
as the whore of love
And you cannot destroy me
I’ll do it by myself
Sick of covering up
what never turned out
The unseen twists
and labyrinth of lies
I’ve no f*cking soul
a doubt, or denial
And you’ll never fix me
It’s down to myself
I look in the mirror
pondering why else
All this potential
rotting away inside
Necrotic failure
unrepairable child
And I cannot be forgiven
I’ll find a way myself
For being too perfect
lacking self respect
On freak show earth
a man made planet
falling to bits
You pious can have it
greatest story ever written ~ will not be penned with a kids mitten
apples perhaps said she to Adam ~ my fruits were never forbidden
a fig leaf rose one more fell ~ as the whore of man Lilith got bitten
It's hard to fathom that in 2024,
the ugliness of antisemitism has
reared it's head once more..
Campus students need to
change their perspective.
It's not the Jewish peoples fault
whom Israel elected..
Netanyahu failed to keep his people safe
and now he's killing the Gaze an children
at a horrifying rate..
The hostage families didn't ask for this
aggressive war, only to have their loved ones
returned, to have their families restored..
It's shameful and myopic to attack their
Jewish peers, subject them to racial slurs,
instilled by threats and fears.
Freedom of speech implies a moral responsibility,
not to chant "to obliterate Jews from the river to the sea".
Our unsung slurs fill the night air,
blurred words become a make out song;
All the careless talk was too strong;
Your hands like flowers in my hair
I feel just like a millionaire;
Here and now is where I belong,
our unsung slurs;
Reckless conversations declare
what we have denied all along;
Star crossed and so very headstrong;
It’s like cuss words mixed with fanfare,
our unsung slurs.
The sun was blinding
but not as much as your rounded oceans
Sparkling like a firecracker
Like the first tinges of a lighter
Hold it up to me and see my eyebrows twitch
As the footsteps hitch
And I raised a glass to the great unknowns
But I didn’t mean this
And your alcoholic whispers
Turned into sudden slurs
And the slurs turned into words
Spoken in tongues
A slumber party seance
But the thrills were getting old
Are we contacting the upper world
Or contacting your soul?
Cause there’s nothing even there anymore
I tried to find you in a vat of nothingness
Were we contacting the upper world
Or contacting your soul?
Cause there’s nothing even there anymore
Detente dissolves as so often before
Insults and slurs echo each slamming door
Vile accusations by both man and wife
One bellows, “ You’re a complete waste of life.”
Rants - baritone, facing soprano tears
Children sat upstairs with hands over ears
Each sees ‘divorce’ as the least of their fears
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