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Abby M Dec 2018
Trees smearing past the window
Other cars streak past with snarls
Snippets of vitality springing forth before receding behind
A man cleans his car
Preparing for your now
But then he's gone
A girl grabs for papers in your breeze
You should help but she's already gone
A dog's barks precede
And then recede
Before your ride slows and the barks are not quite gone
At a stop and with a click
Dismount and leave the metal ride
Johnny Noiπ Oct 2018
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||War Pigs
Gen'rals gathered in their masses,
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction,
Sorcerer of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning,
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind,
Poisoning their brainwashed minds
Oh Lord yeah
Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role for the poor, yeah
Time will tell on their power minds,
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess,
Wait 'till their judgement day comes, yeah
Now in darkness world stops turning,
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more War Pigs have the power,
Hand of God has struck the hour
Day of judgement, God is calling
On their knees the war pigs crawling,
Begging mercies for their sins
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings
Oh Lord yeah!
Michael Butler / Ozzy Osbourne / Tony Iommi / William Ward

This song has a special meaning to me. I wrote my
first poem ever [now lost, sadly] after listening to this,
& got compliments on it in my Feminist Theory class.
Changes and grows and bores -
The seasons, as fall does spring,
Wishing for adventure and fun
When life is repetitive boring,
Wishing for dull and familiar
When life is fast unpredictable,
Discontent with the old taken
New is wished for, thus craving
This will be the human heart -
Always wanting, always depart
Of contentment, and always it
Finds change and changing, yet
Stills for a time enough to rest
Makes way for the new but does
Forget not the old and rusted,
It finds, it claims, it renews, and
It outgrows, rots, buries for new,
This will be its gifted curse living
Until its last very beat breathing
Fickle, want, and sentimental,
Human hearts as molten metal
As forever shifting unto death
Accursed gift of everlasting unrest.
Aa Harvey Sep 2018
Down-trodden


Here I am, the one it’s easy to detest;
Here I am, I’m simply trying to do my best.
Here I am, so give your flapping mouth a rest;
Here I am, in my pure, unforgiving, mosh pit.


So get the **** up!
Get the **** up!
Get the **** up and rock your big ******* *** off!

Get the **** up!
Get the **** up!
Get the **** up and rock your big ******* *** off!

Get the **** up!
Get the **** up!
Get the **** up and rock your big ******* *** off!


Because were only here, to sing a song to fat chicks;
We’re only here, to embrace the outcasts.
We’re only here, to annoy the beautiful people;
We only care about, the none vain first class,
Truly beautiful within, kids with no Dads;
Without a silver spoon childhood, to give you a helping hand.
The kids with no money, who appreciate it the most;
The kids who pick up guitars and write the songs that you love.


So get the **** up!
Get the **** up!
Get the **** up and rock your big ******* *** off!

Get the **** up!
Get the **** up!
Get the **** up and rock your big ******* *** off!

Get the **** up!
Get the **** up!
Get the **** up and rock your big ******* *** off!


Because we don’t care and neither should you.
We don’t care, that were not cool.
We don’t care, what they think about us;
Because we simply do not give a ****!


Head bang, heavy metal, be seen as pure evil;
Don’t care what they say, we’re always gonna be cool.
Flip your *******, at those who say that you’re a fool;
For they’re only scared of our primal rage gene pool!


So get the **** up!
Get the **** up!
Get the **** up and rock your big ******* *** off!

Get the **** up!
Get the **** up!
Get the **** up and rock your big ******* *** off!

Get the **** up!
Get the **** up!
Get the **** up and rock your big ******* *** off!


So I wave goodbye,
To all of my fans.
So I wave goodbye,
To all those who danced.
So I wave goodbye,
To the chosen outcasts;
The one’s who simply, are first class.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Robert J Howard Sep 2018
This Is It.
Him.
Alone.
One.
Just.
No *******.
Lemmy.
Ian Lemmy Kilmister
Lakin Sep 2018
silver spoons
singe privilege
hungry, wolves

steal copper
for the thief's
wife and their sons

24k gold in her
eyes, attracting
common men--

all fools.
A Simillacrum Aug 2018
Hard pang of metal
louder than my
brittle ears can withstand.
Hard ping of wonder
sent, malicious,
from hidden wonderlands.

Cleave
my warm limbs from me.
Rip
my innards from me.
Substitute synthetic
amplification
for my
basic
weakness.
Qwn Aug 2018
There's a monster under mamas bed
he's made of metal and...
and probably has razor-sharp teeth,
he's got eyes made of silver.
His sharpened tongue hits the roof of his mouth with a click.
And he shouts out shots.

My baby sister found him yesterday.
He fought her till she died,
And mamas never cried so loud,
But the monster's still inside.
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