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Quentin Briscoe Jan 2012
To live my life with out you guys thats my biggest fear

And Im steady failing in my efforts to get you hear

  

Look at it here, Now

this green faced man

burning my hand

Keep you around,how?

  

Old white men i dont want to see

Even tho without you i cant eat

Philantropist providing me with a place to sleep

But I cant keep you around me

  

You run through my fingers

for hopes to gain more

as my posession walk out the front door

Left from my pockets lint still lingers

  

Dead men of honor

that I loose on the battle field

with hopes to have my accounts filled

only leaves Fields of horror

  

As Me, My Hands and I's

Loose sight of saving

and look for Winnings

Assasination of the living, hope dies



As You leave myside I shed my many tears

Lincon,Jackson,Frankilin,I just cant keep you near
Max Neumann Feb 2020
note: this is not a poem but an account of the mental aftermath of Hanau, where ten people got killed yesterday. one of them was the mother of the killer who worked in a bank, was paranoid and believed in conspiracy theories.


a turkish guy whose name means "justness" was shot to death by him. in the community, he was popular for his kindness.
he was killed because he was an immigrant, a muslim, and because he hung out with his friends in a shisha bar to enjoy his leisure time. got hit by bullets. died, leaving relatives, friends and an entire muslim community, the entire world, in daze.



met three uber drivers today, all of them muslims, two of them know some of the victims personally.  

the first one of them was desperately sad today. i asked him "how are you?" he answered "not well" and told me everything. i was very concerned because i can't deal with such inhumane cruelty.

the second driver was from pakistan. he argued that germany is an open-minded country and that he had left his country due to religious lunacy that is lived by some people there.

the third driver was interestingly humorous. as wired as it may sound, he thought positively after the assasination and said that the relatives of the victims should live on as if their people hadn't been killed.

i don't know about that; yet, everyone deals with terror differently.

hanau is just a couple of miles from my home city, frankfurt am main.

in my heart, my spirit and my soul, i am with all the victims, their relatives, friends and colleagues.

MAY GOD BLESS ALL YOUR SOULS. MY CONDOLENCES. MAY GOD BLESS US ALL.

MUCH LOVE FOR ALL BELIEVERS OF ALL RELIGIONS. LOVE IS THE ONLY WAY TO DEAL WITH THAT.

The killer killed himself after the crime.

OH GOD, GIVE US STRENGTH. WARMTH. HOPE.
What is there for us today? Peace. Peace. Peace.

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OFFICIAL Somewhere over the Rainbow - Israel "IZ" Kamakawiwoʻole
Jayne E Aug 2019
I once was something
that I am not now
too much shock
to the system
caused a retreating
away from the world
into myself

A solitudinarian
while my systems
shut down
preparing to reboot

a cocooning occurred
followed by
metamorphosis
then transformation
reordering of
damaged cells
damaged goods
a regeneration
following
the assasination
of my juvenescense
by his malefic mind

6 years
living in the jar
hermetically sealed
spinning silken threads
around myself
tears hardening the shell
impenetrable
invisible
making myself small quiet
wanting to be unwanted
looking to be unnoticed
retired from a life not yet begun
necessity for survival
dictated the state of play
all the while thinking feeling
questioning
then throwing away
all my mislaid assumptions
my mantra

* I want to be happy
a happy life
I will not let him have it
my life is mine
my joy is mine
my freedom is mine
he has taken enough
I am taking happiness back *

an unremarkable day
the day I woke up
revivified
able again to draw a full breath
without flinching
without waiting
for his reaction
I ran in the park barefoot
I swam in the ocean
laying on the beach after
toes in the warm sand
the sun drying me
free
a child again renewed

J.C. honey-tiger 16/08/2019. 4.44am.
historical abuse, retreating, healing, stolen childhood, freedom, self healing,
Yenson Jul 2023
From start to whenever
ITS ALL ARTIFICIAL
presenting the Con of our days
By
Macafferty and Racist Associates Production
directed and edited by Red Soc  Incorp Ltd
Screenplay and Scripts
by We make it up as we go along
Slander and character Assasination
Misinformation, misrepresentation, misdirection
Lies, Fabrications, distortions, Framing and Sabotage
Twisting, Minimasation, Undermining and demonization
Welcome to a vista of disingenuity
a diabolical creation packed full of the demented foulness
of criminal minds
the appalling manifestations of Deciets and ungodly Manipulations
where white is turned black and right becomes wrong
where we turn otherwise sensible people
into Useful Idiots and gormless Haters
Welcome to the magic of Mass hysteria and histronics
Welcome to the Nonsense Arcade
Come enjoy the thrills of Interacting escapism
and help your local Criminals understand how gullible and stupid
the Nine to five punters are
Manipulate them right and they'll believe anything
and even help you get away with a crimine and condone
injustices
Hey! its the way we tell' em
Its what we do.......
Yenson May 2023
https://www.tiktok.com/@dgone29/video/7234737686815198490?isfromwebapp=1&senderdevice=pc&webid=7236816373694826011


I stole from no one
nor covet any of my neighbours' goods
I did not despoil their daughters sisters or mothers
nor *** traffic their lost and lonesomes in Taxi gangs
I worked and every penny was from earnest and honest toil

But hey they decided
I was to be labelled the Germ man
apparently I had dared to thrive on their soil
It was herald I am a parasite ******* from the poor
and behold more wily than nilly I was to lose everything

Without further ado
smears started my name became mud
with due machinations my career was in tatters
poisonous interventions soon put paid to my relationship
character assasination brought disrespect humilation et isolation

I was told I'm greedy
nothing said about ivory victimization
the neighbour that broke in and robbed my goods
or the harrassments bullying and attempts at extortion
or accusation I think I'm better cos I repelled Joan's advances

Past and present
same old story same old heinous ways
cos my colour is different and you have no conscience
you twist smear distort misinform and fabricate to oppress
you renounce the True God to proclaim you're gods et goddesses

Standing, still I rise
in Light my soul shines strong
all you harvest will in time come to harvest you
unreals are masters in knowledge of arrogance and ignorance
my self worth not in barter at the atlar of greed injustice or violence
https://www.tiktok.com/@dgone29/video/7234737686815198490?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc&web_id=7236816373694826011

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