Here’s a thought from me to you,
nothing equally divides by two,
the perception of equality,
gets crossed up with duplicity,
the tattered wings of chivalry,
a vicious cycle gets pursued,
and chased down like a dog in heat;
Once again I’m on the move,
the disappointment is nothing new,
please don’t take it personally,
it’s not like you meant much to me,
the monarch of totality,
without a thing to prove,
the crumbled teeth of dishonesty.
July 5 Alliteration (Assonance)
Write a poem in which all the words in each line begin with the same letter.
Ageless anxiety, angered and antagonised
by bullying bastards, bent backwards by
sensibility. Sly, self serving shallow servants slipping.
Lies, long lost. Left lacking. Lingering leads.
Truth’s traces tease. Tirelessly toxic together – they
wonder why whispering worriedly while
preaching paradoxical perfection! Pish Posh! Pass!
in the things,
gone and done,
when she admits,
to the obvious shifts,
in the gazes of,
the Almighty Ones;
finally be outdone,
deep inside of,
the smoking barrel,
of a black market gun,
will she submit,
to the things,
that she’s let,
grow into beasts?
just to make,
the day will come,
a day that makes,
today seem sweet,
like times of joy,
full of ease,
on your knees,
a day will come,
that defines suffering.
The fucking Moroccans…
I did have to show my game and better my spade
don´t like to do it,
and I have no one to blame for that game
put me or i should say……
put myself in those kind of situations where they think they can take advantage of me
they are hawks,
and at one moment in my life hawks no shit,
I was a fucking wolf
I did love th HK 36 seemed it had a one 5.56(bullet) so that was that
don`t need to hear your insults unless you want me to really go nuts
fucking useless , funny thing, he did get the shit out of there
pretty scare I suppose, worst part…mom heard the word
and that will be
for me a scare.
Fucking Moroccan then fuck you, already killed in that country,
don´t fuck withme in my own country.
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses