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A rant written on bathroom stall between north and south aka Ginsberg Y'all...

You're so dis-hospitable to border yourself in my mid-western analogized peace. This klux urinal smelling guy love girl, girl like guy abuse, drama from mammy without pappy is a John Wilkes Booth revolver made from a Lincoln penny for thought nightmare, a psychological bullet currency for rummage sale interference and slavery regrettable to me.

Her confederate born soul was half marked down, but I paid full price for what I deserve coming from my shy chi-town. cocked cotton pockets in a re-gifted grit filled twinkle, the dusty bottle shelf life of selfish relations is rape relativity like superhighways are road kill arenas for southern bell I declare vapors!

A mason jar ringed right wing gun clinger abomination victimizing with the racist  palmetto species category, a phylum toothless parasitic to the enemy of state as lamb is to wolf...it's a vegetable state the clashing okra third eye of cannibalistic inbreeding,/seeding,/ planting her trailer park allegory, a time for passing closet bones through humid ghost through the reply of a hurricane  

She came to me in her bigot Lexington short gray dress, Her sun fed arms flaying at my (fish out of water appearance ), which doesn't drown in an open stream coming down the from Muddy delta Sambo but befriends the pull of  the north; never to shallow the moated throat which partook in Jim Crow fountain damnation

She dislikes my "four score and seven years ago" order, my Yankee cadence swinging on her front porch swing, talking about all people are seen as equal and can you believe it, in a rebuking rebuttal she in her southern slang slave owner tone told Me the true over-achiever of artificial intelligence I wasn't intellectually stimulating enough for her!  

© 2013 writing mojo

not sure if I can enter 2, this one always moves me-so if not, then just dismiss it...thank's
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/43825-our-story-told/

For every one ! Please return here day or two before the competition ends and tell me who do you think should win. All opinions appreciated !

It's Kinda Funny in a Way (poetry and poets)

It's kinda funny in a way
How a poets only true friend is the
Struggle of hatred and imagery
Hidden in a pen
The animosity that has built up over
Nothing more than
The mirrored verse of an emptied word

The prolonged description of
Loathing and destruction about
Something that's only beautiful
When it's begging on it's knees
Crippled by the restriction of an
Individuals vapid,
Possibly (doubtfuly)
Even pure of hearts, imagination

It's kinda funny in a way
When ebony is the glassy peripheral
Of a lunatics sight
(What writer claims sanity?
Surely not one I've ever come across)
When a poet excludes the
Remembrance of a joy so faintly
Experienced
For the sake of a trauma delivered
With poor excuses of a withered quill

How blood shot pupils view the
Charades of clipped owls before dawn
In hopes of illustrating the intuition
Of a feathered superstitions ambiance
Yet all that is accomplished is hazy
Perception and limited understanding
So personal torment and the void of ones
Thoughts is replaced and labeled as art
And serendipity is claimed as the result
Of a rusted blade of repetitive vocabulary

It's kinda funny in a way
How judgmental and lost in
Self conspiracies a poem really is
How disgusting the window into
Someones soul can be confused
With something lovely and elegant
When in reality it's nothing more than
Regret and shameless unspoken
Truths cloaked behind a stanza

I wonder what it's like to be a paragraph
To be the letters forced together
Spelling something that is just as
Insignificant as the person who
Desperately admits their sins
On paper cuts of enigmas
Understand the real surly meaning
Behind a sentence that speaks of
Tranquil fields of roses underneath
The skillfully rationalized out metaphor

It's kinda funny in a way
That I give two shits to begin with

One of my greatest true story epics ever... "Amongst the Dead"!

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/29341-amongst-the-dead/

The Road
   
A looseleaf of loose ends, tethering poems  
A few reasons you left together alone  
And whether I've grown depends on the evidence shown  
Or the reverence of better friends who'd set it in stone..  
Old flames and venomous thoughts  
Cold veins and treacherous loss  
Envious of the emptiness, growth-pained reckoner scoffs..  
No shame, no blame, so strange the texture is off..  
I don't feel the same anymore..  
Claim denial, threatening violence  
Hollow and vile, heckling tyrant  
Feign a smile for deafening silence  
Followed for miles by beckoning sirens  
And I don't think it's an ambulance..  
Meander through the noise in my head  
These answers, few, and choices have fled..  
Powerless and out of control  
Countless, insurmountable souls  
Cowered to a mountain of tolls  
And gave up on the voices ahead...  
   
   
Even though it's taken it's toll, keep focused, stay on the road  
Keep going, stay in control, try to keep from swerving out of it  
The noises in my head are getting louder, turn it down a bit..  
Screw it, turn the music up; medicate and loosen up  
Meditate and use it, plus, in truth, I love the sound of it..  
Veins full of venom, my injustice grew from the paper  
Once what was destructive, now productive use of my anger..  
Trust was corrupted, and such is proof of the danger  
Once love is a substance, what comforts you is a razor..  
Cut back on the poisons that keep threatening your sanity  
Run ragged by choices in this menacing calamity..  
Brace for the reckoning, every second is damaging  
Embrace all that's vacant, that's all you take from it, vanity  
Some hollow existence.. Follow the resistance  
And break the chains you wallow in to swallow up the distance  
Evolution of a coup.. Groups that grew apart  
Proof is a best-kept illusion, revolution's in the art  
And that's not a revolution, it's true.. But it's a start..  
   
Copyright © 2012 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project

a poet never knows it


phoebe, write your poetry
and then when you're grown
they'll leave you alone
it's such a terrible crime
you're next to nothing
till you die, till you die
 
some men never make it
some men make it to the top
still a poet never knows it
no, not until he drops
 
you can hang in there, mama
write your soothing songs
rock-n-roll to your music
till the music's gone
when it's all over
then you're on, then you're on
 
phoebe, write your poetry
and then when you're gone
they'll acknowledge you
they always do
it's still a shame just the same
honey, they just never do
acknowledge you
till you die, till you die

At Close Range


I can feel liters of blood rushing
Whenever I get jealous of the bed you are lying
My body wants to caress yours
I want myself feel the heat when you roar

Like I want to panic
when you start moving your hips
Like I just want to conceal your lips

Let me move my fingers to your hair
Let me kiss those skin so fair
I'll hold you tightly
While I'll rub you against me
I'll climb those mountains
and move them gently

Oh! I don't want to stop
Do it rough
Make me pop!
Like it's forever, oh crap!
Seems you are giving me a heart attack

Don't you ever hesitate to touch me
Do whatever you want and move freely
Go lock your arms, feel my desire
Come burn me
Heat me up like fire

Those beautiful eyes hypnotizes me
I will never regret
Whatever you will do to me
You're my master and I am your apprentice
I'm yours until it's finish

The moon is still smiling
But I already feel the sun shining
It is because of the warmth you are giving me
It is because of your touch that gives intensity

I want to feel you inside me
Make me believe you already got me
Tease me
Tempt me
Let's make love for all eternity

(for the person I love most)

Thoughts About You

The thoughts of you still haunts me here.
Your loving words when things were clear.
You'd embrace me openly with love in your heart.
Until the days when we drifted apart.

I still hear your sighs and your soft purring moans.
I hear your laughter and your pleasured tones.
Your love, your warmth, your sweet loving kiss.
Your look, your smile and other things like this.

My days have grown lonelier, since you've journeyed away.
But know that I dream of you every single day.
Why did we drift apart? Only God can tell us why.
All I know is that when you left; I couldn't even cry.

I wish you well on your journey and wish you love in life.
Finding the one to give you love without the pain and strife.
I ask not a thing from you, just be happy and free.
Don't look back, don't be sad, just forget about me.

The Rapist

Deep red runs from edge to infinity
down the water where you drowned,
confused by the dimness of the night
we're frantic, fucking like rabbits.
Subsequently, we waited for that feeling to go.
Knowing this day will never begin
we charged in our 'animal-like' disarray
into the fog mucking the puddles,
breaking leaves and twigs -
A starless night for ghost stories.
Nude, ravenous and shamelessly concupiscent,
orgies occur amidst the foreplay.
No one knew how many we were,
we didn't care.
Against the trees, in the dirt,
staring at the sky or perched on a stone,
didn't matter where and how it happened
as long as the moans echoed through the woods.
In memory of a fallen friend,
promiscuous and brutish, a rapist.
He will be missed as we ejaculate  
inside the women he once raped.
That feeling has long gone.
We're animals now, if only for one night.
Making each other squeal and throb.
In the presence of enemies we're all friends,
in the death of a villain we're debaucherous.

The Savior Of Me- Music

These empty souls,
Who lurk behind these broken walls,
Pray for something worth to be desired for...
Look to the skies for graceful hope
To fulfill their dreams in a less lonely life...
 
Not knowing how to listen,
Observing the birds who chatted silently...
No noise could be heard in these silent ears...
All faith had been forgotten
And all gained hope had been lost
 
One noiseless day
In the depths of their darkness...
A melodic strum was heard...
From the corner of a once empty room...
An old man sat playing a miracle...
All the people sat around him
Admiring the song of the strings
Their ears rang...
And they could hear the tune of the man's fingers
 
No shrine has been built for the musical souls;
No religion for the belief of music itself;
Those who have sinned do write and perform...
And we listen...with admiration...
 
No god as been founded to the miracle of lifes first sound;
No star;
Planet;
World;
 
Still the man shall sit and play...
His six stringed piece of wood...
As I will join him...
In the tune of the new religion,
Music

Sometimes

Somedays I can be strong
I can be proud
I can be meek
I can be gentle
Or I can be tough
I can explode
When I've had enough
Sometimes I laugh
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I lose
But I will always try
I always get up when I get knocked down
But I'll make a smile out of any frown
I hope that god likes me
The day we meet
If only a chance to sit at his feet and be by his side
Year after Year
While all the bad things dissappear
So when life gets tough
And it's hard to be strong
I'll never forget
...
Heaven is where I belong

my vote is for Mourningcloak

The Bitter End

If I was transparent the world could see
The little girl and the lion in me
Sometimes I wonder can god tell us apart
Does he see the anger that blankets my heart?
The light in me has slowly faded
The price you pay when all love is jaded
I am not at fault, my hands are clean
Yet damage surrounds me and more is forseen
Crumbling under the weight of this head
Starting to think my angels are dead
The footprints of others all over my skin
My love not returned and tossed in the bin
Boiling point and I don't even care
I now look at life with a cold hard stare
Blood of my blood denying the shame
Nobody's child with a borrowed name
The edge creeping closer with every breath
Is it truth that sets you free or is it really death?
Buried inside this version of me
Loosing my grip on reality
Close to explosion, I am about to blow
The rage inside leaking with a constant flow
If I could just hold on until I go insane
Set my mind free, make a stranger of pain
I don't think I can contain this blast
Send my soul salvation and blank out the past
So sick and tired of this ageing struggle
When I close my eyes i see the piles of rubble
I fight back, get up, try and try some more
It's always the same I land face on the floor
When you scream out as I have done
Take a good look at what I have become
As you beg for mercy with a desperate face
Watch me walk away while you drown in disgrace
It won't be long now until the bitter end
The moment has passed to slow my descend
Why could nobody see what I was worth?
Faintly beating heart abandoned at birth
Now justice is just an empty word
I could have been saved if my cries had been heard.