Submissions by kriticool
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2015 5:42pm
23rd Apr 2015 5:42pm
.:Flat Scream TV's:.
within clusters of assorted cliques
eyes sit viewing mirth & mayhem
citizens sit cracking up
stacked up inside old-new houses
the kind which have too many cracks
too many clowned citizens; cliques of denizens
leaving off any & all critical critique; video freaks
our minds desperately out-spun by the spin of wiki-leaks
please note this is a re-registering of frightening facts
family foundation, the proof of what lacks
false stacks; weak cash, bad credit
how do we let it? Oh yes, it’s for their interest
where flat screaming...
eyes sit viewing mirth & mayhem
citizens sit cracking up
stacked up inside old-new houses
the kind which have too many cracks
too many clowned citizens; cliques of denizens
leaving off any & all critical critique; video freaks
our minds desperately out-spun by the spin of wiki-leaks
please note this is a re-registering of frightening facts
family foundation, the proof of what lacks
false stacks; weak cash, bad credit
how do we let it? Oh yes, it’s for their interest
where flat screaming...
722 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Apr 2015 1:13am
13th Apr 2015 1:13am
.:For Stars that Creep Bars:.
Crazy_ A
Eye think true
Based on what U do
YO, Wrecked-E,
YO, Son
Vacate that
Ding-dumb
U, spittin floor crumb
its not sustenance
poison at 1st glimpse
No chance
U Soundin Dumb
It’s not for you
you have been a dishonest fell-low with dishonesty leaving U numb
How do U succumb?
To not who or what you really wanna do
Admired?
who the fuck is you?
YO dude
Take "The Light" & light it
C’mon, one can tell U ain’t united,
That darkness
your flow
it’ll never get U Knighted...
Eye think true
Based on what U do
YO, Wrecked-E,
YO, Son
Vacate that
Ding-dumb
U, spittin floor crumb
its not sustenance
poison at 1st glimpse
No chance
U Soundin Dumb
It’s not for you
you have been a dishonest fell-low with dishonesty leaving U numb
How do U succumb?
To not who or what you really wanna do
Admired?
who the fuck is you?
YO dude
Take "The Light" & light it
C’mon, one can tell U ain’t united,
That darkness
your flow
it’ll never get U Knighted...
645 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Apr 2015 10:36pm
9th Apr 2015 10:36pm
.:All That Matters (The War on Dregs):.
So in conclusion..
We’re going full speed right back into “reverse”
Reanimating our mindset, hopefully to bring clarity through verse
What could be worse? Here’s the plan; one can investigate the scene
Revisiting that old ATM Machine
Soon it’ll claim empty
Oh-How-That-Material-World; How-It-Tempts-Thee...You, not me
Look directly into the teleprompter
It’s time to see and say:
“Greased palms equate oily fingers
Trigger fingers that slay, then slip slippery cash into pockets”
...
We’re going full speed right back into “reverse”
Reanimating our mindset, hopefully to bring clarity through verse
What could be worse? Here’s the plan; one can investigate the scene
Revisiting that old ATM Machine
Soon it’ll claim empty
Oh-How-That-Material-World; How-It-Tempts-Thee...You, not me
Look directly into the teleprompter
It’s time to see and say:
“Greased palms equate oily fingers
Trigger fingers that slay, then slip slippery cash into pockets”
...
793 reads
2 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
9th Apr 2015 10:12pm
9th Apr 2015 10:12pm
.:Jack E. Sparks:.
rodent - ok, cuz
for a moment we’ll OWN it
creep around
drop -
add some ace.tone-2-it
but we
don’t smoke the
dus
but
sounds
like for
you & yours
that’s a pot-a-mus
but know..
“-t pot” is what we trust - without the trance we advance - our sights sober when we bust
our
bass-line
funks the feline, so
they never
conquer us; got
kool keys
for the birdcage
where the birds rage without fuss
where the birds blaze with an old sage and they do it...
for a moment we’ll OWN it
creep around
drop -
add some ace.tone-2-it
but we
don’t smoke the
dus
but
sounds
like for
you & yours
that’s a pot-a-mus
but know..
“-t pot” is what we trust - without the trance we advance - our sights sober when we bust
our
bass-line
funks the feline, so
they never
conquer us; got
kool keys
for the birdcage
where the birds rage without fuss
where the birds blaze with an old sage and they do it...
820 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
6th Apr 2015 4:19am
6th Apr 2015 4:19am
.:Agape:.
blessed.
that’s been said
pointing us towards the way out - in
towards a direction where we’d be
together - to gather - a gain
where the seeing eyes can see
taking on that embrace of
finite energy - that
synergy
from me to we
while anything of no import
either set aside or
behind us
what lays in wait?
more
to remind us
love
truth and any
uncharted honesty
those created experiences deemed essential
each placed within and
amongst us
where...
that’s been said
pointing us towards the way out - in
towards a direction where we’d be
together - to gather - a gain
where the seeing eyes can see
taking on that embrace of
finite energy - that
synergy
from me to we
while anything of no import
either set aside or
behind us
what lays in wait?
more
to remind us
love
truth and any
uncharted honesty
those created experiences deemed essential
each placed within and
amongst us
where...
671 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
6th Apr 2015 3:12am
6th Apr 2015 3:12am
.:Critical Scans:.
goin off in this hive,
trying to survive
reviewing the diff 'tween dead & alive
NO jive, eye perceive the limitations
it’s the truth we all be facing
where my real foes got that honey-like drip
they phonies, they a trip;
bunch ‘o wasps masquerading as honey bees
they wanna-bees, they the kind that drip calamities
on their soulless sorties into short episodes of superiority
them and their vanities needing to feel some penalties
trying to ice-up my cream like
fake Friendly’s
melted...who dealt it?
sincerity?...
trying to survive
reviewing the diff 'tween dead & alive
NO jive, eye perceive the limitations
it’s the truth we all be facing
where my real foes got that honey-like drip
they phonies, they a trip;
bunch ‘o wasps masquerading as honey bees
they wanna-bees, they the kind that drip calamities
on their soulless sorties into short episodes of superiority
them and their vanities needing to feel some penalties
trying to ice-up my cream like
fake Friendly’s
melted...who dealt it?
sincerity?...
695 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Mar 2015 1:17am
30th Mar 2015 1:17am
.:The Badass Buzzing of Birds & Bees:.
This is legendary lechery. Kind of scary this track-life
Sometimes varies but not by much. Each touch shows a mastery of collusion
The straight up, then straight forward reducing confusion
Whereas the teasing, it can get quite tedious
Believe this -these psychedelic deviants
Pimps Hoes -Tricks filtering codes to find what clicks
Hoes looking to get trans -fixed, to get chose amongst those who pose
Seems that’s how it goes. Each participant tossing another tease
Pimps -Looking to collect fees -then
One Day (when its time) hopefully move on
In...
Sometimes varies but not by much. Each touch shows a mastery of collusion
The straight up, then straight forward reducing confusion
Whereas the teasing, it can get quite tedious
Believe this -these psychedelic deviants
Pimps Hoes -Tricks filtering codes to find what clicks
Hoes looking to get trans -fixed, to get chose amongst those who pose
Seems that’s how it goes. Each participant tossing another tease
Pimps -Looking to collect fees -then
One Day (when its time) hopefully move on
In...
820 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
26th Mar 2015 4:52pm
26th Mar 2015 4:52pm
.:What Counts is The Count of What's Counted When it Counts:.
:Check-it::
New millennial, these are the “Years of The War Torn”
Wherein, the upper echelon had a War Council formed
Neo-Cons and others passed along a bunch of scorn
Leading that double-fake-life, not practicing the norm
A few felt their Whole Thing was an unchecked theory
Their eyes, all of ‘em...how their winks made us leery
But 2double oh3, was like new released porn
Bored troopers in the desert where the sand don't mourn
So we’ got at it, having at it for The Right
Daylight, perhaps skirmish, most stand-down at night ...
New millennial, these are the “Years of The War Torn”
Wherein, the upper echelon had a War Council formed
Neo-Cons and others passed along a bunch of scorn
Leading that double-fake-life, not practicing the norm
A few felt their Whole Thing was an unchecked theory
Their eyes, all of ‘em...how their winks made us leery
But 2double oh3, was like new released porn
Bored troopers in the desert where the sand don't mourn
So we’ got at it, having at it for The Right
Daylight, perhaps skirmish, most stand-down at night ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Mar 2015 10:05pm
21st Mar 2015 10:05pm
.:Din-Dares-Dat-Evil-Dat-Deeds-Do:.
Caught up, condemned
Then comes the beheading
Part of the scourge; the current Armageddon
The World’s B.S. didn’t happen all sudden
Bad-Jinn these Jokers; Mankind’s cousin
Devils been tripping. Lopping heads for years
ISIS, ISIL...Least of my fears
Four and a half ‘Nam tours; a collection of ears
Nike running shoes now stream Boston tears
With regret can’t forget the smallpox blanket
Scale of one-to-10 ask the ‘Natives how they rank it
Forget what you heard about a New York trinket
Foreign Law, alcohol; Devils
They...
Then comes the beheading
Part of the scourge; the current Armageddon
The World’s B.S. didn’t happen all sudden
Bad-Jinn these Jokers; Mankind’s cousin
Devils been tripping. Lopping heads for years
ISIS, ISIL...Least of my fears
Four and a half ‘Nam tours; a collection of ears
Nike running shoes now stream Boston tears
With regret can’t forget the smallpox blanket
Scale of one-to-10 ask the ‘Natives how they rank it
Forget what you heard about a New York trinket
Foreign Law, alcohol; Devils
They...
662 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
19th Mar 2015 5:04pm
19th Mar 2015 5:04pm
.:What Entice Meant:.
me.
like all of us
we come and go solo
you can ask me how I know so
see, the sources of my screams
they’d been given a single voice and
for me its finally clear
temporarily this dude; he
ran things here
go ahead you can question what’s fair
like how subtle he had
amped my fear
as for me, I will not lie
I was into the high
the one that I had worked for
the one that I had reached for
and how despite his bullshit whispers
it was still on me
you see, his absence of...
like all of us
we come and go solo
you can ask me how I know so
see, the sources of my screams
they’d been given a single voice and
for me its finally clear
temporarily this dude; he
ran things here
go ahead you can question what’s fair
like how subtle he had
amped my fear
as for me, I will not lie
I was into the high
the one that I had worked for
the one that I had reached for
and how despite his bullshit whispers
it was still on me
you see, his absence of...
660 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Mar 2015 5:43pm
18th Mar 2015 5:43pm
.:AK-47:.
poets
pray and
have preyed as
they’ve sprayed and
displayed
for the
zillionth time
we’re in the
shooter’s arcade
no mending
no mercy
for
targets today
while the targets
check grammar, then
stumble away
the muzzled flash, the
piercing pen
playing at god
write to the
end
pray and
have preyed as
they’ve sprayed and
displayed
for the
zillionth time
we’re in the
shooter’s arcade
no mending
no mercy
for
targets today
while the targets
check grammar, then
stumble away
the muzzled flash, the
piercing pen
playing at god
write to the
end
995 reads
2 Comments
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