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God bless America,
Home of the brave and free …
And of a governmental
Bureaucracy
That does not give a damn
About dear you or me,
And that casts quite far and wide
Environmentally
The pronounced effects of
Toxic nuclear debris.
Standing in the cold
She was only 15 years old
Looking at a house
She used to call home
Her life had changed
No matter the pain
She had to move on
He mom wasn’t there
Her dad so far away
She knew little of life
But had to make it work
Day to day
She pushed on
Hopeing it would change
But mom never called
Ans her dad couldn’t find her
She was too ashamed
She met a guy
And didn’t push away
For years
She endured
What no one should
LIFE
Will it continue? or
will it go to end?
Where is the starting point?
I can try to know but
My destined destination….?
A day may dawn with feasts and glee and
the next day may dawn reverse to that day before
Titles,car buildings will come up to…?
Girls, money and sex up to…..?
i hold the blue shadow
of your pale fists
inside me
a bruised map of your
angry dreams, sitting
quietly within a
numb funhouse of rage
sliding on the
battered orchestra of
your tense veins, ready
to strike again with
my teary eyeballs
in these pink knuckles,
never sure
when or whom you
hit, only that
i will be here blind
as we both swell shut
All she can do
is sleep away
the world
not noticing
the solar eclipses
passing by
On her bed
resting from
her weariness
she watches
her
violent childhood
painting unwanted
memories
on the hospital wall
her mind has become
an overgrown garden
suffering
from years
of parental neglect
all alone she lies
on her bed
like a proud Christ
she hides not from
her haunted and violent
childhood
I’m down
my words
are
badly dressed
my thoughts keep on
getting bad reviews
I get mistaken for
a second rate clown
I’m in need
of the exit door
I have to escape
from the karma police
they are trying
to frame me
for someone
elses life crimes
I smile on the surface
to try and buy some time
but the karma police
are’nt going
to change their mind
I am guilty
in their eyes
they want my confession
for me to welcome
their oppression
Bathroom Visitor
A horsefly
travels the world
of my bathroom.
Stops at the kitty litter box
on occasion for refueling.
One thousand round trips
including the bathtub area,
and buzzes past the toilet bowl.
Steady pilot, good mileage.
Frequent flier miles.
I swat his journey to an
abrupt end.
-2007-
Lost in a Distant Harbor
Love,
SEDUCE ME
Seduce Me!
It is enough my darling
Blood and stains are everywhere
My present memories are too bitter
Seduce me to forget all these litters
I feel bad here to stay for a long
None is here to heal other’s pains
Jungle lives are laughing and smiling
On other’s wounds and tears
How can I be here for a long?
LOVE
It is a hot summer there is no water in the streams .only dried grasses were found
Though it is thick forest the sun’s attracity iwas very cruel.
They are slowly comming in search of water. due to their long walk both of them were
The Great Mc Gonnagle!
William “Topaz” Mc Gonnagle was poet from Dundee, who discovered he could make a rhyme at the grand old age of 52 or so.
He considered himself second to Shakespeare in Britian, and it will be of no surprise that he was of Irish stock to have a neck to make a claim such as that considering the quality of the verse he wrote.