Submissions by kriticool
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Feb 2015 9:54pm
12th Feb 2015 9:54pm
.:Holy Cost (What The LORD Allows):.
Did Mama get bullied cause she weren’t his cow?
Did Daddy get pimped cause he weren’t his pal?
Did things run amuck that The LORD allowed?
Too many Devils; each of ‘em foul
Though before The Middle Passage allot went wild
Slavery’s Lawless Order but a single file
From ‘cane through to cotton to shuffling ‘cross tile
Kidnap Business?
It’s a whole ~nut~her~style
Folk as buy products;
They been bought for a while
Those bids on the grid kept folk in a pile
See for yourself; it ain’t been fine
Few billion heads and still doing...
Did Daddy get pimped cause he weren’t his pal?
Did things run amuck that The LORD allowed?
Too many Devils; each of ‘em foul
Though before The Middle Passage allot went wild
Slavery’s Lawless Order but a single file
From ‘cane through to cotton to shuffling ‘cross tile
Kidnap Business?
It’s a whole ~nut~her~style
Folk as buy products;
They been bought for a while
Those bids on the grid kept folk in a pile
See for yourself; it ain’t been fine
Few billion heads and still doing...
741 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
30th Jan 2015 2:06am
30th Jan 2015 2:06am
.:Moth and Butterfly:.
another
life moment
pastoral colored gray
flutters alongside
a vibrant kaleidoscope
in kind; both
bathing in the air
pre-death; like autumn
seizing upon the atmosphere
2-get there; both
afforded the intricate simplicity of
post-crawl movement
past are the wonders of arrival
the triumphs of survival; where
the bland and bright
both agreeing; seeing
is believing
life moment
pastoral colored gray
flutters alongside
a vibrant kaleidoscope
in kind; both
bathing in the air
pre-death; like autumn
seizing upon the atmosphere
2-get there; both
afforded the intricate simplicity of
post-crawl movement
past are the wonders of arrival
the triumphs of survival; where
the bland and bright
both agreeing; seeing
is believing
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DARK POEM
Published
30th Jan 2015 1:57am
30th Jan 2015 1:57am
.:Broken:.
hard to judge; that's
exactly how she wanted to be
the greater greatness of
indecision’s envy
she’s for and against her own madness
hers is that darker life and
at this point, at this level there’s
nothing but torn away faith
gone...her eyes are glassy and
again she’s one of the broken ones
half strutting-half shuffling
creeping across
brittle shards of glass
rusted nails crunch under foot
absent is the sound of that cross she bears
yet her pale soul knows nothing else
she’s...
exactly how she wanted to be
the greater greatness of
indecision’s envy
she’s for and against her own madness
hers is that darker life and
at this point, at this level there’s
nothing but torn away faith
gone...her eyes are glassy and
again she’s one of the broken ones
half strutting-half shuffling
creeping across
brittle shards of glass
rusted nails crunch under foot
absent is the sound of that cross she bears
yet her pale soul knows nothing else
she’s...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jan 2015 4:23pm
10th Jan 2015 4:23pm
.:Drawn:.
Naw, this ain’t the half; just another draft
Penned for two brothers craving hell real fast
The latest in portraying Frank & Jesse James
More like far out-Outlaws, both these lames
Cherif & Sa’id; yeah let ‘em bleed
Not at all cool like Thelma & Louise
Jihadist...Please??
Their own "Charlie Man’s-Son” cult
Acting like devils since becoming an adult
Destined to go straight into a Blazing Fire
Seems crazed ideology had fueled their desire
Twins for muck & mire, an unhappy end
These cartoon killers...
Penned for two brothers craving hell real fast
The latest in portraying Frank & Jesse James
More like far out-Outlaws, both these lames
Cherif & Sa’id; yeah let ‘em bleed
Not at all cool like Thelma & Louise
Jihadist...Please??
Their own "Charlie Man’s-Son” cult
Acting like devils since becoming an adult
Destined to go straight into a Blazing Fire
Seems crazed ideology had fueled their desire
Twins for muck & mire, an unhappy end
These cartoon killers...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
27th Nov 2014 4:06pm
27th Nov 2014 4:06pm
.:The Irregular Perpendicular Countdown of Young Men:.
Me, the crew
We up on The Corner camped
Up under that broken street lamp
Seeing, feeling it
Those surreal bits of blight
All this whilst holding onto the night
Our hourly thoughts
None of 'em at all quite right, but
The Homeboys and me
We holding onto ‘em real tight
Steady on the lookout for snakes trying to bite
Just saying..
Once.. twice maybe they’d peep us
But know for sure
We’d certainly peep them trying to creep us
Each of us a loyalist son
We’re out here ‘till the night is done ...
We up on The Corner camped
Up under that broken street lamp
Seeing, feeling it
Those surreal bits of blight
All this whilst holding onto the night
Our hourly thoughts
None of 'em at all quite right, but
The Homeboys and me
We holding onto ‘em real tight
Steady on the lookout for snakes trying to bite
Just saying..
Once.. twice maybe they’d peep us
But know for sure
We’d certainly peep them trying to creep us
Each of us a loyalist son
We’re out here ‘till the night is done ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Nov 2014 3:53pm
27th Nov 2014 3:53pm
.:Define Demon:.
Hardly a Saint
His sin was contender
Challenging the other man who’s a swarm defender
Where etched in superiority vile words get exchanged
Gunfire erupts defining deranged
One saying the other rushed ::out of his mind::
Seems that’s the defense given much of the time
Initiated by hate? Maybe it’s fear?
Perhaps to prove a point of who runs things here
Citizens make claims of being broken hearted
A few into anarchy acting retarded
Remind me again
How this wave got started
Methodically it shifts to the dearly departed
Dropped in...
His sin was contender
Challenging the other man who’s a swarm defender
Where etched in superiority vile words get exchanged
Gunfire erupts defining deranged
One saying the other rushed ::out of his mind::
Seems that’s the defense given much of the time
Initiated by hate? Maybe it’s fear?
Perhaps to prove a point of who runs things here
Citizens make claims of being broken hearted
A few into anarchy acting retarded
Remind me again
How this wave got started
Methodically it shifts to the dearly departed
Dropped in...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Oct 2014 5:41pm
28th Oct 2014 5:41pm
.:For Whom The Belle Views:.
rumors &
rumors of
engineered tumors
bio-genetics
produced by their groomers
irony
upon irony
the stacking of decks
the downside of paranoia
creating nervous wrecks
the present, the precedent and
how it defines the past
as integration & gentrification
cracks wise with
a blast
who knew
the voodoo would
come through
with its own bombast
how the sting of the
Unseen has
taken many
to task
the
wonder and
wonderment of
how long it’ll last
might be ...
rumors of
engineered tumors
bio-genetics
produced by their groomers
irony
upon irony
the stacking of decks
the downside of paranoia
creating nervous wrecks
the present, the precedent and
how it defines the past
as integration & gentrification
cracks wise with
a blast
who knew
the voodoo would
come through
with its own bombast
how the sting of the
Unseen has
taken many
to task
the
wonder and
wonderment of
how long it’ll last
might be ...
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ANGER POEM
Published
26th Oct 2014 4:31pm
26th Oct 2014 4:31pm
.:PIGMENTS of NO IMAGINATION:.
set goals
yet too many holes
engineered by
corruptible piles-o-ticks
ho’s and tricks
mashed 2 gather for
nationalist-type pimps; theirs is the
tepid typing of small-minded shrimps
relying while dying for the big time
overseeing while coming across as well meaning
but categorically goaded, then promoted
them coming across my i-net as a bad bet
tampering with my i-phone with “fully” loaded bullshit
::naw, eye can’t get wit it::
egos feigning; inventing reasons to ...
yet too many holes
engineered by
corruptible piles-o-ticks
ho’s and tricks
mashed 2 gather for
nationalist-type pimps; theirs is the
tepid typing of small-minded shrimps
relying while dying for the big time
overseeing while coming across as well meaning
but categorically goaded, then promoted
them coming across my i-net as a bad bet
tampering with my i-phone with “fully” loaded bullshit
::naw, eye can’t get wit it::
egos feigning; inventing reasons to ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Oct 2014 00:37am
25th Oct 2014 00:37am
.:A Muse-Meant for Mrs. S. T. Night:.
minute
insecurities
keep insisting;
measured opinions
openly negating definitions; all
nicely collected earning return
yes, that’s what I’ve learned
what I was taught while dancing outside with the moonlight
that every dog isn’t up for the fight; no doubt
some just give in, they get tired
broadsiding bitches
worn down by their own[ed] ego
they just let it go and
move-on to nowhere special
setting out
in pursuit of another life[mourning]
once arrived; they
dress in their sun-downer’s garb ...
insecurities
keep insisting;
measured opinions
openly negating definitions; all
nicely collected earning return
yes, that’s what I’ve learned
what I was taught while dancing outside with the moonlight
that every dog isn’t up for the fight; no doubt
some just give in, they get tired
broadsiding bitches
worn down by their own[ed] ego
they just let it go and
move-on to nowhere special
setting out
in pursuit of another life[mourning]
once arrived; they
dress in their sun-downer’s garb ...
704 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Oct 2014 7:16pm
7th Oct 2014 7:16pm
.:Letter Home (Sourpuss Loves Sweetness, circa 1987):.
My Beloved, Sweetness:
Hello Boo, I hope you miss me as much as I do you
All true - See. I’m so sick of the sour. Every hour...The malice.
This world, its so callous. So I do wonder. How and where you hide?
When & where because there’s so much of nothing
Nothing...going on Nothing to keep us tied-in
Tuned-in. Locked in.. Locked into...what’s free
You see, it’s you & me and that’s where I want to be
A place set aside; a place to confide.
Can we ride? ::Out
That’s what I want to do
With you...I want to share. I want to go...
Hello Boo, I hope you miss me as much as I do you
All true - See. I’m so sick of the sour. Every hour...The malice.
This world, its so callous. So I do wonder. How and where you hide?
When & where because there’s so much of nothing
Nothing...going on Nothing to keep us tied-in
Tuned-in. Locked in.. Locked into...what’s free
You see, it’s you & me and that’s where I want to be
A place set aside; a place to confide.
Can we ride? ::Out
That’s what I want to do
With you...I want to share. I want to go...
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Oct 2014 12:39pm
7th Oct 2014 12:39pm
.:Mirror, Mirror:.
here she is
waiting to dog me out; my mirror
such a bitch; propped
alongside a bitter light
she’s always right
to say the least
call her the honest beast
again,
her reflection
she’s throwing it at me
::she is::
clearly; my
smooth glimpse of clarity
my vanity is what she wants
whole being including those rabid bits of pain
what I can and can’t claim, yet
all there for us to see
::is she::
has she become
what I do and don’t see
a myriad...
waiting to dog me out; my mirror
such a bitch; propped
alongside a bitter light
she’s always right
to say the least
call her the honest beast
again,
her reflection
she’s throwing it at me
::she is::
clearly; my
smooth glimpse of clarity
my vanity is what she wants
whole being including those rabid bits of pain
what I can and can’t claim, yet
all there for us to see
::is she::
has she become
what I do and don’t see
a myriad...
755 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
1st Oct 2014 10:46pm
1st Oct 2014 10:46pm
.:The ENCHANTMENT:.
19
12
Kendall Ave... known as the lab
an A-1 clandestine set
little weed
little wet
a whole lot that one would beg to forget
an out of the way "we don’t play" esoteric encampment
the kind spooked by Casper-rated spooks with their exclusive chemical enhancement
::the enchantment::
Mo B.
he’d dole out
a tab
the kind which
inna matter of time
would define the feeling “fab”
Moe B.
providing us
exactly
what that
code meant
the one that...
12
Kendall Ave... known as the lab
an A-1 clandestine set
little weed
little wet
a whole lot that one would beg to forget
an out of the way "we don’t play" esoteric encampment
the kind spooked by Casper-rated spooks with their exclusive chemical enhancement
::the enchantment::
Mo B.
he’d dole out
a tab
the kind which
inna matter of time
would define the feeling “fab”
Moe B.
providing us
exactly
what that
code meant
the one that...
680 reads
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