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poetry is a hobby of mine when ripped from reality. care to share? ill start off with a poem i wrote to the Tobacco Industry (Imperial Brands) Behind every factory door, hides the tight shake of their hand, unwelcome numbers in a managed system of a set count, sworn to spill blood for secrecy, the team moto states. canasters filled with man made hell, the wine glass is never empty, delicious seductive toxins, fill me with more than meets the eye. i wont spill a word because my money is with you, as is my fearsome short numbered life. thankyou to your industy, the firm grip of your friendly handshake, straight faced devil says, Goodbye bland longevity. first kiss, dying candle, light the lament away, sorry i only have a few left. Bryan Berg |
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cream, cream, poultry if this wasn't a racecar? who is/are god is he a drain? cream, cream, poultry |
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-snaps fingers and sips mocha- |
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Gangsta Limeric Yo niggas can't flex none Two bitches in da benz not one When I'm flossin' da ice Ho's eat my muthafuckin' rice Dem bitches all say I'm hung. |
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Church organ like a glass head Chickin in the corridor, an apples in the mirror shut up,.. it abstract, .... you wouldn't understand, |
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black as night, piercing divine winds, do you see the moons glaze over the oceans? the bottomless waters engulfed in darkness, nevermind the life jacket, let the life fill your lungs! Struggle only leads to damnation, the stars become faint on the oceans ceiling, translucent mirror.. light is now gone, only darkness my love. |
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That's really nice. When did you write it? |
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Sleep with the electron wires attached to the brain, then converted into audio, visual aspects of the mind onto a television screen. watch the mind of your subject, see their unconscious unfold, knowledge of the self prevails through the dream, Dreamstate upon dreamstate loop, but as for the nothingness in between, watch the television screen... |
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fairly recently |
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i was listening to basefree after a couple joints and i was enjoyin a puff out on my padio and i started thinking about how unhealthy and scary smoking is. basefree captures my poem about tobacco in a way. in a stoned way i mean. |
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the juices I drink are extreemly pink for the love I share, I have to shave your hair off your dying head, your death brine is like sweet raspberry wine, death drink, its so pink! rotting, bleeding steaming and im so hot that im creaming, in my pants, ill do a sexy dance to wake the dead, so ill have sex partner, a dead gardner! ill fuck her ass with a spade, disembowel a maid, cum on her face and leave her duaghter her head and you will all say grace. |
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hung cabin fever sodomy of the bounty, hung for phallacies and hiss and foe, blacker than the ace of rapes, no doubt in death desires traits. |
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We have arrived To infest and thrive Upon billions of lives With forks and spoons and knives Repugnant, yet we'll live on your sustenance Preserve the living-dispose of the dead and diseased Mortals wined and dined-led to the firing line As throats are slit-troughs overflow as they bleed To return what was Before Eve and Adam Babylon and Sodom The trampling foot of man Men, women and children shall be strung Sliced from hands to feet Innards save for a tasty treat And beaten profusely to tenderize the meat AAAAAHHHHH! The stench of the populace! Millions of humans hung upon hooks Suspended in deep freeze Subzero, sterile environment Keeps meat tender and lean Choice cuts from the slaughter- Husband, mother, daughter Dead families kept together Their hides made into leather Surprisingly multiple uses for something so useless |
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A gigantic grinder Fused of steel and turbine Blades flay muscle from bone Nobody dies alone As hundreds wait for death The sound of engines grinding Every tissue, organ and lining Explode in a mulch of compost Churning corkscrews of pain Razor-sharp gears and cogs For the creation of human sausage logs The splattering of meat on flesh Enzymes, acids and fats Trickle down into vats Nightmarish humanoid mower Behold, the chunk blower |
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Hunger for your flesh, Act me a play of satire and submission, Moan for my ears and strip for my eyes, Let me tie you up, restraint your humanity, Your hands can feel me later, you fell into my trap, show me how you like it. Not only am i a savage beast to capture and rape you, I am your bird, rest under my wing and share my warmth, Althought the savages prey on birds. |
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Open Human Head Experiments With Bleach, Lacquer, and Epoxy Home laboratory turned mortuary Experimental transplants and surgery Using bleach and corrosives to make zombies Gaping cranium sutured with epoxy Homemade walking dead Bumbling retard with scab for a head Chained to its own crib Bits of food and pus line its bib Serum made of bleach and nail polish remover Tested for speech skills, cognitive, and motor Mutant strain of human brain dead My hands-red with curiosity |
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Bathing in a Grease Disposal Unit Big black used grease vat Spilling over with saturated fats Ruining my jerky complexion Month late for due date of collection The plasma of fast food Naked in a vat of crude Eyes roll back in my head Bathing in a grease disposal unit Fresh remnants of flesh Dripping with animal cess |
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Life is so pleasent! I could just die here. |
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Hypogastric Combustion By C-4 Plastique We have our ways to make you die Your request for a pleasant death has been denied 1,000 degrees disintegration above the knees C-4 plastique strapped to your chest Detonation is imminent - a loud, unsightly death Jammed in your rectum Duct-taped to your genitals Detonation is imminent Flesh is flammable Within the blackened soil of a human heart Awaits the bastard to be blown apart... |
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Taste the smoke of a thousand ciggarettes, Drink till feelings wash away, Stay awhile, you dont have to leave just yet, one more party... Is the music loud enough? count how many people are passed out on my lawn, wheres Waldo? |
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THE ID- child confusions, nervous situations, sexual. I am born of those, under constant development. |
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metempsychosis exists and is proven, your parents are in your minds, and their parents and so forth, accualations can conquour your fathers, true being friendship is shared through your parents, and eventually your long term friends, sharing thoughts through eachothers minds, the collective unconscious now exists, its exists for your thoughts thought it, only one little step on the mentality ladder, so many more, so many short dreams with nothingness followings, when a dream ends too fast the unconsciousness evokes nothingness, your pleasent dream turns nightmare, and you start to fall down a hole, this hole that never ends in darkness, this is us when we die, i know what death feels like for i have had those nightmares, i have fallen into it, i couldnt stay there for long, i woke up. my mind could not handle this state, this state requires no consciousness as a door pass, do i want to go there? thats too personal a question to ask, perpetrating all minds tuition, pleasent thoughts now children, dream these dreams ive dreamt for you, for i am in your minds remember? true being friendship requires it though.. another connection you see? get to know me and then i can show you, stand corrected you see? |
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whoa, we got some beatnick and some beatdick poems here. awesome stuff REFLEX |
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hahah this topic is awsome. |
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no ones got anything good? |
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therre's poetry in everrything i say and do |
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like that HOW FUCKING poetic |
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I had a really good one about a guy meeting up with a girl at a hotel and ----blah blah blah i throw it away. basura! |
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Stoner haiku i can't feel my legs i think there's some urine there i need some more leaf |
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Her hands glazed over my wet body. She whispered into my ear such words I have never heard from another woman. I knees trembled as her hand pressed against my thigh. Her eyes look up at me, she licks her lips and presses them against my wet vagina. My lips tight forbidding any words to escape. My thighs open allowing this soft woman to enter me. Finally my mouth opens and lets out a scream of exhaustion. |
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I knees trembled ? |
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ahahahh REFLEX your poems are wicked |
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stoner haiku was i just thinking about what i was just thinking or did i fart glue?? |
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horsefactory: thanks a million! this is my fav... Bathing in a Grease Disposal Unit Big black used grease vat Spilling over with saturated fats Ruining my jerky complexion Month late for due date of collection The plasma of fast food Naked in a vat of crude Eyes roll back in my head Bathing in a grease disposal unit Fresh remnants of flesh Dripping with animal cess |
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Fever 103 Pure? What does it mean? The tongues of hell Are dull, dull as the triple Tongues of dull, fat Cerebus Who wheezes at the gate. Incapable Of licking clean The aguey tendon, the sin, the sin. The tinder cries. The indelible smell Of a snuffed candle! Love, love, the low smokes roll From me like Isadora's scarves, I'm in a fright One scarf will catch and anchor in the wheel. Such yellow sullen smokes Make their own element. They will not rise, But trundle round the globe Choking the aged and the meek, The weak Hothouse baby in its crib, The ghastly orchid Hanging its hanging garden in the air, Devilish leopard! Radiation turned it white And killed it in an hour. Greasing the bodies of adulterers Like Hiroshima ash and eating in. The sin. The sin. Darling, all night I have been flickering, off, on, off, on. The sheets grow heavy as a lecher's kiss. Three days. Three nights. Lemon water, chicken Water, water make me retch. I am too pure for you or anyone. Your body Hurts me as the world hurts God. I am a lantern --- My head a moon Of Japanese paper, my gold beaten skin Infinitely delicate and infinitely expensive. Does not my heat astound you. And my light. All by myself I am a huge camellia Glowing and coming and going, flush on flush. I think I am going up, I think I may rise --- The beads of hot metal fly, and I, love, I Am a pure acetylene Virgin Attended by roses, By kisses, by cherubim, By whatever these pink things mean. Not you, nor him. Not him, nor him (My selves dissolving, old whore petticoats) --- To Paradise. |
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I only write haiku's!! the rain falls tonight the sadness crawls to the floor both dry with the sun |
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that, by the way, is a funkmaster original! ;) |
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Fuck it, I'll just paste that one I wrote in another thread. Night is black Black as my soul, Black as a dead crow That lies on the body Of my ex-wife Who stole my soul And painted it black Black as the night That is black as my soul Baby won't you dance with me Oh yeah let's party |
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i like it! |
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please,from now on, nobody post your poetry. it will only allienate you further. |
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fuck... i feel like puking. |
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glorious anthropoidal-arthropods (inne om grotta) i am just a hulking, fuckin’ ape just waiting to be poached slaughtered, for no reason these feelings may never leave this dense, thick troglodyte brow of mine if they do, they become injured they are not meant to live on their own they've never known the feeling of freedom and wish for it to stay that way i would not propagate to sustain my species i will anathematise myself gloriously |
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tragedy: great poem |
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my carpet turns to an ocean of waves, the walls deforming their geometrics, thoughts wander around this bedroom interior, thoughts I care not to discuss. straight faced tear drenched manifestations, clear minded epiphany shines on the sharp end of the blade, when familiarity loses its gleam in the mirror I stare into, so many incarnations to become and yet presentable persona leeches. digging into my flesh, i dont mind its not mine anymore, a faceless wonder. love to touch hate to share, care has its wear and is an unfamiliar fit. A head full of cobwebs, vacany signs are up, let me taste your face before im lost, before the taste grows to lust for your digestion in me, edible lovers turn carpets to oceans, and self handed over to my lurking residents. |
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sleeping in eachother, submissing thoughts. pierce my eyes, see into this facade known as me, beyond the dense latterns lighting the way, sacred path to the primordial emotions i stricken from you. why must i turn away from your enchanting glare, absorbing eyes encompassing my being, a soul for every sight under delightful blackness in our sky, take me, i was not cut out to be the taker. |
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im sharing too much now. |
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sharing wayyyyyy too much there pal. haha.. just kidding its not bad. I need more bathing in grease disposal unit poems. |
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i share because i care. acually i share because i dont care :p |
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haikus borre me to shrreads |
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Do you have a livejournal, Gwely Mernans ? |
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