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A riddle to the feather of the feet,
below the dying of no winter wheat,
What love you experience today,
is in contrast to one suffering
A green leaf slips the brown lips,
of the intoxicated as she sleeps
Colors change as the concrete
ages from white to the grey,
Mock as a youngster's fleeting
movements to bones aging
cracks are the skin's scarring
and the flies in the jar dying
as you reminisce everything.
This may be my final poem. I always wanted to leave it on a highlight.
If so, I'll still love and re-post good poetry here......
Lord, my cups are drink to be filled,
A chaotic mind of whirlwind speed,
Unlike the dust on the window sills
and abandoned of watering seeds

My mind is catharsis
anxious of the righteous
a corpse of the countless
charges as to the harmless,
bottles smash the carcass
the mattress of the heartless,
the lifeless aren't the senseless
The clueless are the neck lasses
viciously attacks the precious-ness
on the basis of being a novice,
A witness may leave in sickness
harnesses catch the consequences,
homeless are a pencil's sharpness,
blunt comes government's mindless.
A photo of expressive beauty,
forever in my mind,
as you undressed,
A lady who is stirringly
tauntingly
teasing
memorizing
Statue-like
lovingly
toy­ing
brushing gorgeous hair.
I met you in an exotic bar,
and now I can only be par,
At the exotic resort,
with parked
pristine cars
I can't compete with.
Any-thing,
on a beak,
regurgitated
the sickness
the swallow.....
A push of *******
to such a myth
of your gallows,
un-comforting
of a cells' pillow.


Pain hysteria
brings
rusty walls
comes
the leak
and flows comes
freezing
and
my enemies,
will bite
the bullet,
The stream
bubbling red frosts,
of wanted
criminals
below zero.

Callous of the brings
preys on weak
and wrecking *****
agonized
to the circus
of the blessed
that will obey,
A reaped
with a scythe,
festering
is the devil's
attraction
to your pre-
occupation
of God's work,
with a smirk.

*******.

******* for your tattoos,
earning you-tube points,
See that your victims.
have no point of view,
as money's breathless
and your self confessed
of guilt of reflection
upon your own inflictions
Never find the suicides
of those who are innocent,
Continue Vigilante.
Earn those golden views.

100,000 views tonight
and 24 hours are free
to all new subscribers.
His history of anarchy,
green felt exploitation
to his naive simplicity,
in his victims' eyes,
free would be brevity
if no abandoned lies
but you proved a *******.
What's hiding in his closet,
to be the Judge un-announced....
Such un-voted amateurism,
stimulation of his hypocrisy
Sleep soundly all the babies
abuse are his contradictions....
How is it the most dangerous
love is the one you grip,
yes, I am bibacious
Will canvas
capture this infamous
art in local gallery
and one of a kind piece?

You bred with pace
into wars colliding,
without any haste
No care for the children.

A sense of unspeakable,
demons graced the kids,
during the war with us.
You knew my instability,
but your mind-less
patience of no breaths
of fiery predictability.

You knew of my lunacy
but you shamed within.
I would have left no heresy
but you fought disgustingly.
hot roof, scatters the kittens
as a poet's words are written,
candles of both the co-existence
as the scarred demon's trying
to break through to the heavens.
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