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Не смотри на меня и не лыбь свой смайл,
В голове твоей Опа-поцман-стайл;
Я тебе скажу: «Крошка, баю-бай,
В Ла-ла-ленд давай, уебай».
Грациозна как рысь — да особый кайф,
Мне чувак рассказал про твой фристайл,
Но, увы, ты не то, и не напирай,
Ты на жопу присядь, почитай.

Yaroslav Kulikovsky. Paris, 2021 (c).
Part of the cycle: Poems on City Flesh and Power

👉 tiktok.com/@kulikovskyonthepunchline
👉 youtube.com/@KulikovskyOnThePunchline/shorts
This poem asserts the freedom to speak bluntly, unfiltered by social niceties. In a world of polished masks and safe language, this voice cuts through — raw, direct, unapologetic. It's street poetry with a bite, where honesty outweighs politeness. Freedom means being inconvenient, being real.
Бета-версия дрочер-принцессы,
Была предсказуемо пресной —
Cтеклянный мозг из пластика,
Но, ты так прекрасна и тесна.
«Так трахаться будем иль трахатся?» —
Cпросил тебя твой мужчина.
«А может быть просто трахатса?» —
Ебучая чертовщина!

Yaroslav Kulikovsky. Vienna, 2022 (c).
Part of the cycle: Poems on City Flesh and Power

👉 tiktok.com/@kulikovskyonthepunchline
👉 youtube.com/@KulikovskyOnThePunchline/shorts
A parody poem about the aesthetics of plastic sexuality in the digital age. The focus isn’t on “feelings” or “morality,” but on interfaces of pleasure. The play with language becomes a metaphor for control over body and speech.
james nordlund Oct 2019
Anniversary of his light snuffed by impeached

**** okaying Saudi's MBS doing it, with Jared's

messengering.  Let not his voice, like lady liberty's

torch was scorched, bell cracked, knell snatched decades ago,

be silenced, it evokes freedom, critics oligarchy, forever.
Exactly, the carbon bootprint is the largest and worst, "...we(e),..." must stop it.  Think, 400 years of supposed science, a millisecond evolutionarily, has brought humanity to it's extinction, destroying what it took the Cosmos 18 billion years of evolution to create, an insect damaging so much grain, an instant destroying so much grace, human race be not the Earth's still birth.  Leaving no footprints, that followed none, you, illimitable potential, indivisible as life, walking in nature's balance, giving back to it's abundance, can know 'the root of all oppression lies in science", Gandhi, that you, leaving no footprints, no trace, that will echo on in all ways, always, can be alival instead of survival; will you?  Any scientist who doesn't do a full public mea culpa before posting, with each post to youth, communicating anything to 'youth' on the climate emergency is just a corporate structure's convolutionary and disciple of the religion of scientism; no more than a marketeer   :)   reality
james nordlund Oct 2019
On this anniversary of his light being snuffed,
like lady liberty's torch was scorched, bell cracked,
knell snatched decades ago, whilst his heart worx can
never be, support continuing activism for Khashoggi,
freedoms of press, speech, crticism of the oligarchy.  

His meticulous and terrorist assassination
will be an article of RumputiN/vlad-the-impaler's
impeachment, as our king-kong sized terrible-two
gave permission to Saudi's MBS to do it, in advance,
they went to Jared's for the messengering, outrageous.  

This war on freedoms, criticism of global oligarchy,
is just the tip of the global united **** of assassin's
class war against the lower-middle-class to poor,
and just part of the war machine, oiled by the blood of
non: us citizens, rich, caucasians, supposed Christians.

It's carbon bootprint is the largest, worst,
"...we(e),..." must end 'endless war'.  Yet, it's
just half of the bi-headed actual religion of most
in the united **** of assassins, the false god, mollock,
extreme violence, especially against kids, and war.

We once knew the seeds shouldn't be ground up.  The other half,
mammon, false-god of extreme wealth, greed, avarice.  Those two,
As one, are worshipped, studied behind masks of Hinduism,
Atheism, Christianity, Buddhism, etc., neither are separated
from the State as our Constitution dictates, ergo they rule.

Think people, 400 years of supposed science, a millisecond
evolutionarily, has brought humanity to it's extinction,
destroying what it took the Cosmos 18 billion years of evolution
to create, an insect damaging so much grain, an instant destroying
so much grace, please, human race be not the Earth's still birth.

Any scientist who doesn't do a full public mea culpa before posting,
with each post, to youth, communicating anything to youth on
the climate emergency is just a corporate structure convolutionary
and disciple of the religion of scientism, no more than a marketeer.
Cults aren't religions, anti-science that destroys all isn't science.

Yet you, leaving no footprints, that followed none, illimitable potential,
indivisible as life, walking in nature's balance, giving back to it's
abundance, can know "the root of all oppression lies in (supposed) science",
Gandhi, that you, leaving no footprints, no trace, that will echo on in all ways,
always, can be alival instead of survival, yet will you save life, the Earth?
Each one can reach one, teach one to turn 360 degrees around, back to the evolution and the future humanity will only have if we do; will you?   :)   reality
Outsider Jan 2019
We are slaves to the society.
There is no real purpose in life.
It´s made up by the society, so that we can be lured into thinking that we have to settle down with the
same ****
everyday
lifestyle.
And if you do the most harmless "crime",
you will be punished for it.
We are shaped into believing that a spontaneous living
is the worst way of living.
We all dream of a perfect life.
And we hate ourselves, everyday
for not being able to achieve it.
All this because
we
are
afraid
of showing society the true form of the human species.
But we are the society.
So **** us all!
Abigail Grace Nov 2018
Let me speak

Don't suffocate my breath

May my opinion sway

Someone's political death?
I think a respectful, convicted opinion in a world full of radicals demands attention.
Lilly frost Sep 2018
Fury has fueled fire after fire
Now that rage has long since been retired
Swirling under the surface but now skin is thicker and walls our Higher
Rage bubbles into boiling tears
There's no place for anger
No place to speak
Feelings are forbidden
Listening's for the weak
What are you doing standing up you're supposed to be meek
Nothing to see folks
Nothing to see
Just little old me angry at would could be and what would have been
How foolish having feelings
Having opinions
I aspire to be a statue
Stone void of imperfections
Slow to chisel slow to break
I wouldn't mind a chip or flake
For what does one puny piece of my stony soul ruin for the show
The Lost Girl Jul 2018
I talk to the world
May they hear my heart

I cry out my protests
May they know my problems


My words. Where are they?
Drop the sword you wished to ******,
pick up the pen and let the words come out.
Let them leap and dance as much as you can,
even when spears press hard against your heart.
“Who are you?” They ask in disbelief.
“Why, of course.” You rise to your feet. “Je suis Charlie.”
I wrote this the day after the Charlie Hebdo attack. Violence should always be condemned.
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