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 Jun 2019
CapsLock
Once you start to feel older,
and become much less bolder.
When life can get you weary
and memories become teary.

If everything seems full of dread and eerie
or after the day you can only see dusk.
If your life feels full of misfortune and dreary.
Stand up and do what you must.

Go out and find a friend you can trust.
 Jun 2019
Dr YumnaKay
I was made
to serve, quiet and silent,
a living body ripped
of its tongue

where certain hellhounds
breathe down the necks
of suppressed females,
petrified, but still

unwillingly willing to please
the so-called men-gods.

I was born
in a world where opinions
and thoughts are stacked
pile upon pile, and while

my inner voices tries to
stretch itself awake sometimes,
only to be dragged back
into a drunken stupor,

but not before I see
salivating mouths, leering
...closing in upon me...

I was made human,
perhaps...
 Jun 2019
guy scutellaro
open window

a cold breeze

a dusty box and a poem in a book


50 years his ashes blown by the winds

who remembers norman morrison?

the children who write with chalk
on the sidewalks
don't

nor the ****** 
who walk 42nd street in the rain

manamarra and westmoreland

he s not
one of their nightmares
any longer and

jerry rubin has too much on his mind:
college speaking dates
stocks and bonds

his shadow
long scrubbed from
the steps of the pentagon


norman kissed his wife and daughter
good bye

doused himself with gasoline
and set himself on fire
on the steps of the pentagon

he cried out in pain

like a mother screams
giving birth

like a baby cries being born and

when the sun rises

all the flowers

of the field

weep
who remembers?
macnamara: one of the architects of the Vietnam war.
westmoreland: general
jerry clyde rubin: viet nam war activist
 Jun 2019
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham


A Passion to,
learn what you're saying, let your actions
do,
More if you're the right you,
don't tell me to,
Do anything I don't wanna do,
Learn what you say is true,
A Passion to,
Serve future Sons and daughters,
Terms and conditions , they slaughter,
Poisoning millions with lies we swallow
up proper,
That sounded wrong , made it through the
storm,
Saw the truth when I was born,Put me in some empathy,
Looking for the trouble,
Searching for my soul as it had drift away
again,
Could not find me, if you tried,
You lied , about your intention.
Complacent,
Parallel,
You couldn't tell the truth ,if you tell,
A mistake , it's a spell,
Beyond your fight there's a hell,
Thats loops over and over,
Here it comes you better take cover lover,
The lingo you misspell,
Never give up on myself.
See what I see,
why'd you choose me?
if you could handle me,
then why abandon me,
Didn't know what we were facing in a world
corrupted,
Our souls are torn in this realm but now I got things to fight for,
I'm using both of my hands in this war.
This quest don't need a sword or trinkets,
I'm just trying to unlock what's in store,
You have the keys , unlock the door,
Its not too late , its not too late,
You have the keys , unlock the door,
Its not too late , its not too late...
Don't make it , ******* yourself to put stress
on your lil' soul,
Don't make it , seem like a reason you do
everything you're told,
I hope they don't give into the ignorance
those demons have sold,
Don't let your, bad intentions get in the way
of your love go,
Men they just wanna, men they just wanna,
be tough,
Women they just wanna , women they
just wanna, compete,
But what inside makes you complete ?
And what makes your whole world taste
sweet?
Y'all don't understand this,
But to find peace in the world is out-
landish,
Literally, why in the **** would there be
conspiracy theories,
California fires exploding the fury,
This might be just words but y'all don't
hear me,
Find people to be fake everyday , they just
envy,
But look inside yourself and realize yourself that you could never really lie
to yourself,
But look inside yourself and realize yourself that you could never really lie
to yourself.


©Abpoetry2019
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/p/minds-eye-lp.html
 Jun 2019
Dhia Awanis
In this ocean of probabilities and uncertainties,
it's not death that I am most afraid of
since death is the only thing that is certain
yet, it's life and to be alive

In death, you only have one possibility
your nonexistent; an eternal darkness
of which light could never reach again,
even your loudest scream sounds like a long silence

In life, every steps taken create alternate endings,
perhaps sometimes you made the right choices
but when it comes that you didn't, it will haunt you
for the rest of your life that you'd start to wonder;

"what's on the other side of the roads you didn't take?"
"what happened if you'd only brave enough to take the risk?"
"what if what you thought was right, wasn't?"

Thus live, instead of just exist
worry not of your demise, but every seconds you spent
for life and death is only as thin as a thread;
make sure it is worth your while
it takes more than a pulse
and a pair of working lungs
to call a life,
living
 Jun 2019
Dhia Awanis
Soldier's weapon is gun and grenades,
while journalist's is pen and paper
& neither of them was ever a saint nor a sinner,
yet they play the most pivotal part
than anyone ever was

Unbeknownst to them,
the legacy they have sworn to protect
is curved from thousands of lifeless bodies,
glued with blood, pain, grief, and despair
of those whose names won't fit in history
MAKE LOVE NOT WAR
 Jun 2019
Sawyer
I wanna hear my stomach collapse
Rumbling like screams echoing in an empty tavern
I want stalactite ribs
And stick-man fingers,
Thighs the size of a child’s wrist and
I don’t care what I have to do
To get it

I am obsessed.
Addicted to falling,
Falling numbers,
Falling deeper into disorder, disrepair,
Falling for a girl named Ana
Who tells me I can have everything that I want
For easy daily payments of pain and despair.

But, it feels oh so good to be hungry.
Aches and pains make me high,
And sure, it’s scary knowing I could die but
At this point…
Maybe I’d be okay with that if I get to live one day
At 100 pounds.

What is wrong with me?
i should probably talk to someone about this
You pull me down so I can’t see the mountains
You block my eyes so I can’t see the sky.
You take the joy from every day endeavors
And I am left with naught to do but cry.

You don’t return the sentiments I give you
You never say the words I long to hear.
You don’t observe the world the way that I do
It causes me to shed an endless tear.

You know you cannot live without me
Yet you treat me as an unimportant thing.
I’m just expected to be happy
Because I wear your golden ring.

You cast a haze on celebrations
You never help me to succeed.
You always think I shouldn’t bother
To step in where I might see a need.

You put no value on my efforts
There is no praise when I excel
You spend your love on your possessions
There’s none for me that I can tell.

I cannot see a way around this
You’ve blinded me to every hope
I exist in worlds of darkness
In a TV Opera selling soap.
ljm
I don't remember now, what exactly he did, but it made me very mad and every old gripe floated to the surface.
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