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anna_grin
ANNAN
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midnight bump for the Americans

Ahavati
Tyrant of Words
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The Hallowed Wo/Men

( After T.S. Eliot )
  
Another era of repetition    
  puncture a historic dial—    
become a thorn inside seconds    
meaningless at the core; hollow—    
 no one different than the other  
 the other no different than before;    
each brigade of sixty seconds  
or minutes, marching as to war  
  one by one follow the hands  
  hour after hour,    
until their time is no more.    
   
Here is where repetition is born:    
  a needle dancing with its own echo    
in the parlor— scratchy throated—    
  a shallow crevice preventing    
 forward movement    
 into the heart of the song—    
   its music trapped in time    
    repeating itself, mirroring    
over and over:    
   
     conflict, death— conflict, death    
     we follow no other compass.    
   
How have we evolved into colonialism—    
  escaping the Gun Powder plot    
  beneath the Houses of Parliament    
distracting from the blood disease  
of imperialistic ideology—    
  its hand stretched forth in greed  
  continents between fingers;  
roots exposed, dangling limbs of Being-    
repeating itself— over and over    
  until it becomes a mantra    
  for future generations:    
   
  conflict, death— conflict, death  
  we follow no other compass.    
   
Battlefield earth, her symbiosis designed  
  to accommodate the whole of Life—    
looks no different than the other  
the other no different than before—    
  spears, arrows, weapons of rock:    
Cain, Able, the cost jealousy affords  
   when we covet our brother’s lot.  
Sword, musket, antler knife, gunpowder  
    treason and plot— who does remember  
       they are their brother’s keeper  
       in the midst of tragic loss.  
   
 Between the beginning and end    
    lies the repetition;  
  between the opening and closing    
    lies the repetition;    
 within the solar plexus of the repetition  
    lies an unmeasured lesson  
in time, pain, and experience.    
   
Fertile lands embraced    
  our foreign ways of trade  
between ocean and land;    
beyond islands and continents—    
  its hair invisibly combed    
  into banners of conquerors.    
   
Those hallowed men and women—    
   those colored-skinned nations    
  their ancient customs foreign;    
spun from great dynasties of spirit  
into silken tapestries of origin.    
   
 They were the meek ones—    
  the workers, providers;    
  their offerings suffocated    
into martyrdom from nooses  
whipping poles, diseased blankets    
   and boiling sugar water.    
   
Sparks rising from pyres in the night—    
  dissipated of their heat, disappearing  
behind their cloaks of darkness;    
their burial palls black as graves—    
  legends, burnt offerings    
  of flesh melting from bone—    
their slayers asleep in their beds    
  visions of the new world    
  circling over homesteads—      
warpaint of pride, conquest    
  smeared across their dreams.    
   
What is so different about this  
  from which we escaped—    
we have become the monster we hate;    
and, this world,    
                              this world,    
                                                this world  
  will not end with peace;  
  but, the bloodshed of innocence:    
     land, air, and ocean polluted of breath—    
  all lifeforms on the brink of collapse;      
   
this is how it will come to pass    
  this and nothing else—    
not the top one percent  
  tossing crumbs to the indigent;    
nor corporate giants squeezing    
  every cent from the middle-class;  
but, as it was in the beginning:    
   
            a brilliant flash of light!    
   
  followed by silence  
                                        dust  
                                                   and ash.    
~
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anna_grin
ANNAN
Dangerous Mind
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thank you, a, very atmospheric! x

Numer90
Numer0-un0
Thought Provoker
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I hate..

I hate the Ifs that always comes after..      
I hate the buts that supports excuses..        
These forms of ifs and buts are negative personalities I was taught..    
I hate adding extra to what is ordinary..        
I hate self importance..        
I hate ogling especially at what is ugly..        
I hate discrimination which I believe cremation should be it's penalty..        
I hate so many expectations.. so I only expect less..      
I hate impersonation  but I sure love simulation..    
I hate bills so when I say I gotta kill the bills it isn't a threat I am as serious and truth as Thurman..  
I hate acting smart it makes me get clever for my own good..      
I hate antics, especially adolescent..    
Do I care if you masturbate?..
Any purpose?..      
Care copying and pasting? I sure don't..   it changes nothing..      
I don't care about the stuff "THERE" I put my focus "HERE".      
"T" is the only difference which they proved is TIME..      
THANKS TO ME THEY WERE RIGHT..
Written by Numer90 (Numer0-un0)
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anna_grin
ANNAN
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thanks numer90

remember everyone it is FREE TOPIC im neither demanding nor excluding a political or racial angle

LibraSoul96
Fire of Insight
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Feelings Forsaken

Dirty syringes and rusted scalpels    
Unsaid vows and vacant wedding chapels    
Charcoal colored roses who have lost its hue    
Crossing me will lead you to restless days and sleepless nights filled with rue    
Blood spews and incense of death crepts viciously through the bodies of the decomposed    
Notes written without a cause left unread and distant memories left unrecognizable to the eye of it's holder destined to be eroded.    
     
Missed phone calls without the simple solice of a voicemail and followed by a missed opportunity that comes once a lifetime    
Fights that continue without any resolve and murders left unsolved thus adding to rapid rate of crime    
Dead souls from the afterlife strutting mysteriously amongst mortals campaigning and politicking for an earthly host    
Twitter and instagram birthing an era of fame whores and egotistal users to posting their lives 24/7 just so they can boast    
Money serves not a single ounce of real sentimental and monetary value    
Instead it has cashed in and signed off on our minds to control us to think we need a plethora of it to invest in earthly goods that will wither away once we pass anyway.    
     
People come and people go, shit thats lifes way of going with the flow    
Earth without a rotation and it's life forms tend to lie still without motion    
Succumb to loosing your emotions if you want, but be warned they will coerce you to fall victim to the demise of being one with your nervous system    
Have you ever heard of a downward spiral, well welcome to a mental meltdown where you will lose the ability to feel and live life without a sense of algorithm.
Written by LibraSoul96
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LibraSoul96
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Ecstasy Found

I can't get you out of my head, like a thought that cannot be explained.
My feelings for you are running rampant, like a escaped prisoner, hard to be detained.        
I don't think I can surpress my dirty fantasies and cravings for you much longer.           
My body is dehydrated and I need you to quench its undying thirst.            
I take pride in being the Virgin Mary of the group and not giving my fruitful cherry to just anyone.            
No, I'd rather preserve it's nutrients for someone worthy of it's delectable, juicy goodness.            
But for you I'll let you ravish into my flesh like a famished vampire who lacks of blood.            
Take me apart one by one like it's an intense game of jenga.            
Fondle with my pink rose so soft and urgent with care through each finger, like it's a guitar.            
When you get a teaspoon of me you won't need any type of porn to send chills down to your erogenous zones.      
My body can be the stimulator that garners up all of your sweet lustful moans.          

You want my heart well baby become one with the veins within it.            
Be my Achilles heel, be the back bone I need to stand on my own two feet.            
It turns me on when you tell me the things you want to do to me once you have the opportunity to get me in bed.    
I'm not no damn one night stand, so don't expect no quickies or basic head.        
I'm a classic girl, wine and dine me to get to the nucleus of my soul.            
Nothing gets me off than a man who can treat a woman like a cherished fossil instead of a rusted old tool in the shed.  
I want that love where you shut out the world and not answer a phone call or a text.            
But instead just be lost in each others orgasmic melodies and the pleasures of our sex.            
           
Our love will be the kind of love where you can't live without me and my life is yours to uphold.            
A love where marriage is the center of binding our commitment legally and you taking my hand to hold.            
A blushing bride dying to give all of her warm embraces to her doting groom.      
A groom that looks at me with hunger when it comes to devouring me with his mouth from six ways to Sunday during honeymoon night.            
A groom that wants to explore putting my body into different positions like a contortionist with all his everlasting might.          
           
My dreamlover you make me feel alive and filled with heavy adrenaline.            
I want to be the one that heals all your aches like I'm your own prescribed penicillin.            
My body is an open safari baby now come use it for your own unawaited exploration.            
I'm your forever and always            
I'm ecstasy found, but an angel to society.        
Come be my proprietor baby and forever keep me in your possession.
Written by LibraSoul96
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anna_grin
ANNAN
Dangerous Mind
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thank you very much librasoul, two great entries x

da_poetic-edifier
Damon
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Scarred Bark

Tall barren trees with fallen leaves  
Outstretched arms as they grieve  
Praying for relief only given by the Sun  
Always in the crosshairs of man's gun  
 
Wanting to run before someone yells timber
Evading the fate of being gone 'til November  
Embers of their dreams are being extinguished  
While many take a blind eye to how they're anguished  
 
Some choose to still wish upon the falling stars  
Even though their barks are stark with keloid scars  
From afar, where you are, they seem to be whining  
Ignoring how, during every season, they are dying  
Written by da_poetic-edifier (Damon)
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anna_grin
ANNAN
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thank you Damon, that’s beautiful

da_poetic-edifier
Damon
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Dreams Of Kings

What's a pawn to a King that has big dreams
Truth of the matter is, it means everything
For it takes a team to bring dreams to fruition
Need helping hands to demand our elevation

In every equation or situation, there's strength in numbers
To turn dreams into reality, many must depart their slumbers
Wonder why things just don't seem to ever really change?
Blood filled with hate pumps & gyrates through their veins

Too many refrain from calling it exactly how it is
In bondage to money and he with the highest bid
Should we bid farewell to the fairytale of peace?
Can nonviolence truly bring violence to a cease?

Should peace be a suitable solution to repeated execution?
Is it an oxymoron to do no harm during a revolution?
Do we live in an institution for the mentally insane?
Would Dr. King's revelation inevitably change lanes?

The gameplan isn't yielding great return on investment
Proof's in the pudding of centuries of testaments
The element of being patient has long ago expired
All evil entities should be unwillingly retired
Written by da_poetic-edifier (Damon)
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da_poetic-edifier
Damon
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Thank you

anna_grin
ANNAN
Dangerous Mind
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thanks again, damon x

I_IS_ME
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