Speach Poems

Women

When you're a woman they want you to wear more and say less, 
But what the  does it matter to you how I choose to dress?
Women did not fight for freedom just to remain repressed
And my clothing did not ask you to tell me that by God I'm blessed.
Yet somehow your purity culture dominates
And

The Elderly Man and His Speach

The elderly man we call leader
Would shout as if our ears couldn't hear,
Then whisper with the expectation 
We would agree to adhere to his
Foreign invasion~
Ten million strong from every nation.

Who was that girl, he could barely recall,
But he finally did (mis)speak her name 
Because it wasn't on the teleprompter,
Neither was the word "illegal" 
and his

Sin-formation

Listening with care.'
Officially polluted streams
Now fish for some facts.'

Shorn of Reason

Hong Kongs
Big pong
Five are tried 
heads hooded
Hands tied

Wolf like packs
Claim a moral low
Truth can't bestow
The depth of facts
Now for all to know

Morals now obscene 
As today is seen,
Humanity traded
Weave of life torn
Insanity in-braided

A very aged norm.'

Freedom of Speach

I WAS TOLD I COULDN'T,
AND SO I DID.
DEFYING AUTHORITIES,
SINCE I WAS A KID.
I DELIBERATELY WROTE THIS,
USING ALL CAPS.
IT WAS THE NORM,
BEFORE THE CREATION OF MAPS.
THE CAVE MAN LEFT,
BEHIND A TRAIL.
WITH SIMPLE DRAWINGS,
HE TOLD US A TALE.
NO ONE SAID,
IT WAS RIGHT OR WRONG.
THE STORIES WERE LOST
AND MEMORIES GONE.
THINKERS WERE BORN
AND WERE MISUNDERSTOOD.
PUT TO DEATH,
BECAUSE AUTHORITIES COULD.
THOUGHTS

Freedom of Speach

A free country,authorities questioning our rights
no crime,no contest,a superseded street plight
peacefully discussing the right for your stance
self expressions,through a calm balance.

The road of life has many signs,riding the ruts
ethically speaking out loud,there is a few buts
when police intervene,trying  their ways
to blind you with law,and you make them pay

With their own words,more indepthly sort
feeling a

Speach

Expressing thoughts and inner most feelings, has always been a chor
  spontanious and fluentness, is something i would like more
    than having to my put words over, more distuintantly in a poem
      but this outlet is a form thats something, that i can feel at home.

Freedom of Speach

the game you play
the act you are
your familiar mistake
get away with murder

you blame all the wrong people for your society
you dont do anything right
angry minds

Freedom of speach can be taken away
may as well soak it up while you can
your just a headache that im gonna make go away

look at you
your selfrighteous excuse to be a

Hate Speach For Hollywood

the new renaissance
pushed the envelope too far
actions speak louder than words
under my thumb from your torture
I must confess im obsessed
cant stop thinking about you
for one day

No need for us to buy records or movies
just disgusting
disgusting
couldn't take away your game
the irony is
i'll never forget you
and i know who to blame

if i were you
id make your amends
id

Hate Speach

Propoganda corners your mind
look at me squeaky clean
look at them
one at a time
allow me to concentrate your focus
then allow you to think for yourself
you will come
to your own
conclusion
turn around and shake my hand
now we agree and understand
dont agree
let me put it in terms you understand

the world has yet to prove to me
im not locked in

Bombastic Speach

.

         Melodramatic 
           Rhetorical 
            mistakes 

           Eyne hear
       

Freedom of Speach? Ok... I Hate Bush

A note book in one hand 
A pencil in the other 

I sit down and write
A poem about my brother.

He fights in a war that is so surreal
Why did Bush make an unjust deal?

Why is my brother in Iraq right now
Why did he make this crazy vow? 


He's not fighting to stop a war.
He's fighting

Tongues Like Dragons, Have No Speach.

Gray Sky modeled, a Leaf on its Falling,

And thus tenaciously wounded, a slow and Bitter Abandon

Crashes,

Past Churches among Coals

And Faces lined, tunneled by ants, cicadas

The mouths of Sad dead Men.

Gray Sky tears Into Dirt,

Cars and Old Women Flying,

My legs Wobbling, Noodle Like

Churning Air and Dirt into Butter.

Gasping relaxed Depravity,   Eyes of Bulging broken

Mi Speach

peaches and cream:
speeches and dreams.
witches and words are
not all what they seem...

Speach

If i never told you before, purity in the sense of verginity is not in danger in the least
bit, i have all intentions of keeping mine untill i am married.

I feel that i stole part of your innocence and i feel really bad for it, but it happened
and so theres nothing i can do about

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