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Trampled Wills

Trampled Wills

Do you want something? Own ideas?
That’s a problem! You cannot live alone!
Are you an individual? That’s a crime!
You cannot have your own will and 
consciousness, ideas, dreams, goals

You can’t be yourself, you have a ruler
You are a slave to a science. Human-made
This is the dark age. Foggy. Psychologically
The sun died. God became an exile
We

Trampled

"I was running hard and displaced afraid in solace. Caught in prison humanity solace embrace casualties of my own sins. Forlorn  disrupted and aborted running and heard it. Run, run away from your manatees bulls. Hurting and this made me displayed my fears. I was running from the hordes of humanity's lures. I am

Freedom Trampled Underfoot

Freedom Trampled Underfoot 2/2/2008

My thoughts are like a shallow grave.
As I sit here and rot, my conscience begins to waver,
I feel my soul begin to wilt.
Oh, woe to those who feel the depths of my calamity.
Cursed are they who fuel the fire of this infernal system.
Black-hearted are the beasts who stalk the halls,
That prey on

Besotted Legs and Trampled Shadows

Daddy comes everyday when the twilight
Bifurcates the light into shadows
Like a miscreant, grasshopper
Intrudes into the cracks of walls
Mom became a vociferous loudspeaker
Alcohol staggers inside his belly
Like the movement of snake.. 
He never came that day
Mamma's hand freezed with 
Wheat flour and dough
My rapacious belly was ready to suffer
Starvation.. And I thought
Where did Those besotted legs

Plane

Everyone dreams of being

In the clouds

But only know how

To get there by

Smoking loud.



I'm tired of the weed.

People only

Know how to feed

Bad habits.



They want to lead

By example.

They concede and

Get trampled.



Things get rocky.

Life turns from solid

To shambles.



Procrastination is

A Fascination.

Stress levels increase.

We all scramble.

Trampled

A New love is like a spray of wild horses. 
Sprinting over the plains of emotion and passion.
On a whim- zigzagging-changing direction.
A pair of manic butterflies carving the wind.

When you realize that it wasn't really love
the butterflies get trampled to death.

Doomed Dolt, Numbed Nerd, Trampled Trumpery:4

Behind his endless daydream, behind his boundless self-esteem, what's picking up steam?
Swines Capture Team, proceeding plans stacked ream over ream, as well as their seamless dragnet scheme.

Hush money he can pay, for impunity he can pray, Justice never looks the other way.
Futile his bark and bay, futile his bray, imminent his reckoning day.

Donald, a sham

Doomed Dolt, Numbed Nerd, Trampled Trumpery:3

the Medicare, an undeserved fund the patients spend,
which seems extremely excrescent,
must be crushed immediately without any mend. 
No coverage serves them right! Be they gravely ill or convalescent.
In his favor, all the rules the Capitol shall bend,
prosecution immunity, business chance----each prerogative coming on end.
His flagrance in abuse of power, plus republicans' acquiescence, plunges to a

Doomed Dolt, Numbed Nerd, Trampled Trumpery:2

During election and after, buzzwords loud and clear, brags loud and clear,
the motherer lumps all milestone feats into his merits sphere,
as if to the national pantheon he had already drawn near.
Still one declarable thing we never hear: his tax sheets of every past year, the wrappings of all his enormities that would cost U.S. dear.
Financial

Trampled Roses

Perplexed situation of heaven's hatred
Ignored and plundered by pricked pay trend
Afore time we enjoyed cosy tosses
Kissed and molested by noisy roses.
Trapped,ambush and bushed into friendly curse.
We watched ourselves slaughtered for no cause.
Then, all we saw was our dancing toes
Running around as lifeless toes ,oh foes!
We were once cuckolding, hugging and loving
When we'd dive into bed

Trampled Flower, Trampled Love

Crushed petal, crushed stem
Flattened flower, Trampled love
Dead and dry flower

Crushed love, crushed heart, still
Packed down against the pavement
Crushed flower, crushed stem

Forgotten love, lost
Dried between sun and pavement
pages in a book


Trisha Sugarek
Moths and Machettes

Walked, Trampled, and Stomped On

I let people walk over me like the rug i thought i was,
flat and faced down on the cold floor,
where no one can see,
the pain and hurt brewing underneath.

I let people trample my soul like the dirt on the ground,
dry, cracked without a life source to live, 
desperately trying to find,
that something to help it

Trampled

gravely i'd remembered you 
with hints of a sudden pastorial 
past time crawling beneath 
your craving energies as tangled 
grapevines a tantalizing ore
i'd awakened the sullen must 
beyond your weathered tones 
beating as hidden drums 
quietly calming my inner most needs 
where i'd bestowed the memories 
of you capturing my chafed being 
borrowing seduction from

Trampled Fields

A field once walked
Becomes a path for today
Tomorrow a road

Trample, More Like Trampled

Trampled underfoot
Two words that describe my life
Initially my first fiancée
And latterly my wife

To be cheated on
Then a broken trust
In monetary and in love
Like ageing bread, I'd be the crust

To their Lions
Is where I awake
Dazed and confused
How much more can I take

My peripheral world is hazy
Whom we meet, their sometimes not
Trample, more like trampled
My name is

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