DreamDeamon (Tiffany Viray)

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Poet Introduction

I am a very different kind of poet i try to write out of the box and write what people would never wanna talk about freely, seriously who wants to think of there neighbor they dont know as a psychopath and use that for a poem... ME!!

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Well heres a few things, i may look young i kinda am but im more mature than you would think. Im married. I write A variety of different kinds of poems and some books. and well one really cool thing I have two Different colored eyes

Favorite poem in the world!

Born like this

Into this

As chalk faces smile

As Mrs. Death laughs

As elevators break

As political landscapes dissolve

As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree

As the oily fish spit out their oily prey

As the sun is masked

We Are Born like this

Into this

Into these carefully mad wars

Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness

Into bars where people no longer speak to eachother

Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings

Born into this

Into hospitals which are so expensive that its cheaper to die

Into lawyers who charge so much its cheaper to plead guilty

Into a country where the jails are full and the maadhouses are closed

Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heros

Born into this

Walking and living through this

Dying because of this

Muted because of this




Because of this

Fooled by this

Used by this

Pissedon by this

Made crazy and sick by this

Made violent

Made inhuman

by this

The heart is blackened

The fingers reach for the throat

The gun

The knife

The bomb

The fingers reach towards an unresponsive god

The fingers reach for the bottle

The pill

The powder

We are born into this sorrowful deadliness

We are born into a government 60 years in debt

That soon will be unable ro even pay intrest on that debt

And the banks will burn

Money will be useless

There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets

It will be guns and roving mobs

Land will be useless

Food will become a diminishing return

Nuclear power will be taken over by many

Explosions will continually shake the earth

Radiated robot men will stalk eachother

The rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms

Dante's infreno will be mad eto look like a children's playground

The sun will not be seen and it will always be night

Trees will die

All vegitation will die

Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men

The sea will be poison

The lakes and rivers will vanish

Rain will be the new gold

The rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind

The last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseases

And the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition

The petering out of supplies

The natural effect of general decay

And there will be the most beautiful silence

Never heard

Born out of that.

The sun still hidden there

Awaiting the next chapter."
-Charles Bukowski

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