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Raymond Johnson Jun 2014
i find it quite sad that the only thing stopping me from beng who i wish to be is a certain sequence of numbers.

numbers seem to have more power over people than any god or government-

this world was built-

and will burn-

because of numbers.

bank account statements cause stalemates between myself and my ambitions-

I am chained and restrained by my credit score, cruelly kept from exploring distant shores.

men slay their fellow man without a second thought

for a fat stack of cash and thoughts of what could be bought.

John Lennon imagined a world with nothing to **** or die for
no posessions too

but money is the cruel hand that tears that dream in two.

for as long as the concept of money
is the fire that drives men's hearts to beat

we will never truly see peace,
living at the mercy of the balance sheet.
Dave Williams Jul 2016
b-dumm dumm
b-dumm dumm
b-dumm dumm
b-dumm dumm tchka ta weh...
tchka tchka tchka b-dumm

dumm dumm tchka tsk dumm tchka tish
dumm dumm tchka tsk dumm tchka tash
dumm dumm tchka tsk dumm tchka dish
tsk dumm b-dumm dumm tchka dumm bash

b-dumm dumm tish tchka dumm dumm tash
b-dumm dumm tish tchka dumm dumm tash
boom boom boom tchka tchka dumm bash
dumm bash-bash, dm-bash bash, dm-bish

tchka tchka dumm dumm ting
boom boom tchka tchka dumm bash ting
shik shik shika tika tik tik ting
boom boom tchka shika boom ting bish

boom shika tchka boom bash boom ching
boom, b-dumm dumm tika tika tika ting
boom shika shika boom bish bash beng
tika tika tika dumm boom boom ting

boof.. ka tchka boom boom cha
b-boof boof ka tchka boom boom cha
boom boom ka tchka tchka boom tish
tchka tchka dumm tsk tsk (dubudu) kish

(dubudu) (dubudu) (dubudu) tish
(dubudu) (dubudu) dub dub tesh
(dubudu) (dubudu) (dubudu) tsk tchka dish
dub.. b-dub dub taka tchka ting

dub dub tchka tsk dumm tchka ting
dub dub tchka tsk dumm tchka tash
dub dub tchka tsk dumm tchka ting
dub dub dub, b-dub dub dub mmm
b-dub dub dub, b-dub dub dub mmm
b-dub dub dub, b-dub dub dub mmm
b-dub mmm dub
b-dub mmm dub
b-dub
b-dub
b-dummm
only vaguely makes sense when read out aloud.
Babu kandula Nov 2015
beng a villain to someone

might not be my fault every time

who actually cares what others did to me

they judge by what they see
Doring — not much has changed since
you last spoke.
the children are still deep in the mud.
the bellhouse at Poblacion still rings
when it is 5 PM and the ubiquitous bazaar
   sit on the cornerstones.
however, when the white angels began
     latticing you to contraptions,
the furling scent of your homely perfume
      has gone dithering. grandpa Mario's
revolver is somewhere hidden wreathed
    under a wrestle of things we do not
use anymore — lottery tickets ( 4 AM, grandpa would fall asleep reeking of
    ale as the lady announces frail luck
over the somnolence. kitchenware longs
for the ****** of your tremulous hands. the Lazy Susan is attended by only a bundle of rotten bananas, Mario's old
nauticals: whiskey bottles, scotch, goblets, unrest of glasses. we still
buy pandesal near Beng's piano maestro.)

nothing much has changed since you
last spoke. mother held your hands longer than imagined trill of Maya outside tightwire. it didn't flood in the swelter of
the cataclysm — years ago it was deathly silent when you were sitting on the rocking chair waiting for the flood to subside, your grandchildren laying cold on the aged floorboard, rescued by
zigzag of newspapers. it was the lightest
of darknesses. nothing much has changed
    since you last spoke and in your
silence we heard the most immense of
voices. the streets remain pockmarked.
ocher pots festooned by wily flowers,
stems of hope. your hands tryingly gripping whatever
     was brought to their splendidness
looked like forever smiles.

Doring — the nights are fuller,
my sweet old etcetera of chores.

we all lay quietly in the mud for now.
For my grandmother, Adoracion.
being crazy is hard i feel like crying
being crazy is hard i feel like dying
being crazy is hard i feel like running away
being crazy is hard i feel like laying
being crazy is hard i feel like talking
beng crazy is hard i feel like nothing
being crazy is hard i feel like i don't belong
being crazy is hard i  feel like sleeping
being crazy is hard i feel like dreaming
being crazy is hard i feel like .....
being crazy is fucken hard
Nadia Gonzalez Aug 2016
You feel like you're drowning,
Somewhere along fainting and dying,
Like you're trying to scream and nothing but air comes out,
You can't focus on anyone or everything,
Feels like you're crawling out of your skin,
Just trying to find a way out.

They might confuse it for simply zoning out,
And it might just seem like a simple "zone out" sometimes
but you know deep inside what it is,
Its your dearest friend: anxiety
Its beng rude and simply attacking you,
but please say to yourself "it will pass, it will pass"
And usually, it does
Edited it because I wrote this because I was actually having a REALLY bad panic attack and I feltot was missing something
Mateuš Conrad Aug 2021
i was never a fan of acronyms... it must be an w.a.s.p. "thing"
to have fallen in love with acronyms:
white... anglo-saxon... protestant...
i just imagine...
what it the Swabians or the Pomeranians...
were the chosen tourists...
nomads without a lament score...
oh god someone is oppressing the Saxons...
get to it: sort it out!
of all the Germanic peoples that came to these isles
after the fall of Rome...
my my... how the Saxons hijacked
the Welsh and the Scots for a prize of sending postcards
from the Raj... some remote Pacific Islands...
i live among these people...
morphed by some added French...
i don't like acronyms: i don't like acronym speech...
it's like... the alphabet twice-over...
organised to suit some secret society...
yawn...
so when i was living out my: soul-osmosis:
psychosis of my 20s...
mid-way through my 30s i stopped taking
the pills i was prescribed:
what waited was a hunger so cycling...
and ingesting electrolytes...
and vitamin B12 supplements...
which translated into 2 cycling sessions a day...
i was going to ask my mother and my father
concerning being irritated
about some...minor bureaucratic doodle
of a vaccine passport...
i could have been riddled with radioactive
juice from 1986... oh yes... the effects of Chernobyl
came around... some of the trees turned
autumnal in the middle of spring:
with streaks of radioactive death...
19 days... pass enough time just emerging as a foetus:
those just might be aeons...
scribble some radioactive juice...
well... a pretty picture...
i'm giggling though... inside and out...
i hate acronym language...
long before the "movement"...
"lifestyle choice"...
i only heard about it then youtube stopped
suggesting me new music to listen to...
apart from the channel harakiri diiat...
i came across videos of political commentary...
later... the... ahem...
    MIG-TOW... MIG-TAO...
Mikoyan... towing...
       or the Mikoyan Tao...
it's a pseudo-take of the fighter jet...
a Russo-Chinese hybrid project...
it's not a fighter-jet...
unless... fighter-jets have a Taoist sensibility
built in them... ha...
it's this "movement" via the acronym MGTOW...
i don't like acronyms...
point being... you don't really need
classical socialism... or their current
pseudo-arguments of inclusivity... blah blah...
best represented blah blah...
you have these... men... in a society...
where... harem quotas are no met...

daseine: da (there) + seine (being) = concern...
dast seine: da- (there) + i-st (is) + seine (being) = potential...
all on conjured up via a blitzkrieg
on a bicycle... mediating heavy traffic...
happens... all the ******* time...
i curse the nerve-wrecks that drive cars...
a woman in mini-cooper: sized so: ||
will require... this much space: |          |
to overtake you...

but a man in a HGV... or a bus... sized so: |          |
will require... this much space: ||
to overtake you...
as an aggressive cyclist...
i can't exactly indicate cycling up a *******
hill...
it's sometimes too late coming to a roundabout...
but then again: some indicators of direction
are already painted onto the tarmac...
traffic is not a game for solipsists...
when the former happens
i curse: it would have taken you...
20 more bypassing rounds around
me... doubling down:
when i see a Nissan Micra / a mini cooper
overtake me... while it was taking its time:

WHERE'S... THE... *******... PANZER!

- i'll just draw the sketch in writing...
fiddle with some phonetic cul de sacs..
you draw the bigger picture: the Kandinsky moment...
i don't need socialism to argue my point...
as much as abhor the acronym...
what could possibly undermine capitalism:
not that i want it undermined...
men not coupling with women...
men are not the spenders...

i can attest... one visit in a brothel once every half
a decade will not solve the demand for...
her... make-up chemo-therapy....
i mean... i can swap a good enough amount
of *** for... she's charging me £2 per minute...
perhaps dentists own as much...
perhaps... i spend my money on
essentials...
bicycle oil... whiskey... ******* flour...
to thicken a curry sauce...

                  capitalism works when...
men are willing to give up their money
for other men to make money from
the women who will spend it...
what if i'm not willing to couple up
with a woman who will spend it on...
*******-tides-&-screws...
the argument is a softened teddy: bear
of a pork **** hammered flat into a schnitzel...
why is my grandmother becoming more
estranged from...
she kept my grandfather's deterioration
a secret... come death: the end...
hardly any argument willing: to be satiated with
any pleasure for the juice of: life...

who needs socialism... to undermine capitalism?
when you can simply have men
detached... divorced... from the spending spree prowess
of women?!
maybe capitalism is just choking everyone into:
abundantly: more! more!
but what if there's no more to spend?
i don't need socialism...
socialism is for Syria... like it was for Poland
when World War II ended...
it's funny... did "my"... "my" people: ever
relish the concern for democracy...
will Poland become the new Vietnam?
sure... send in the black-*****-black-out
with eager future: single-moms...

do i look like someone willing to earn less
than i might spend more on?
the Teutonic Knights had a brothel
in their citadel of Marienburg...
i visit the brothel... once every half a decade...
i imagine she'll be ready to buy
buttons: a bear cub nibbled off my cardigan
at a Danzig zoo...

oh i can see how capitalism can be
undermined... it's already undermined...
the two tiers of spending...
i am prone to advertisement as a joke...
since i don't trust journalism..
but then i'm immune to advertisement
because...
i don't want to spend money...
i'd need a woman for that...
while a woman would eagerly spend:
spend... even if she doesn't have the money...

this one... softness for Islamic economics
hits true: all the time...
to abhor... the become tantamount in abhorring:
usury... this is the only redeeming
quality of Islam..
to hell with their theology...

if i were to... be loaned a pile of rubble...
why should i have to repay you...
a ******* mountain (of rubble)?

not being attached to a spending prowess of
a woman...
stale society: a walking abortion case...
must be designated a psychiatric diagnosis
to function: debilitated...
so much for those freed up lovers
of questionable purpose...
an hour with a ***** will "save" your economy...

the **** of the Sabine women...
too far fetched... for the quake of kings
resurrected for the hindsight of world war I...
the solo project: as each man be his...
tomb...

dasein(e) morphed -
a bit like with the clinger of Bastille...
marquis de sadé... no... women love to ****...
da (there) ist (is): sein (being)....
lightning stroked me...
sensible...

i like to "think" of pedestrians when cycling...
as.. pockets iof potential:
this "****" philosophical project
of "concern" is beside me....

dasein units of "potential concern":
versus... dastsein: units of "concerning potential"...
sharoened:
dasein: concern...
   dastsein: potential...
there is... being...
not that: there...not beng...
some germanic oops!

da-st'-sein...
DAST-SEIN...
  
it will not take socialism to undermine
the current schema of capitalism...
it will require the men themselves...
men uncoupled from the spending habits of
of... women....

bad cocktail... bad bad cocktail...
b'ah... the forest needs to breahe...
lend it some fire...
by way of:
i'll suffocate the whole economy with
replicas of moi...
she needs to spend:
but if i'm not coupled to a she:
who'll willing to sped...

who's spending who's tax-for-*******...
free?!
Alvian Eleven May 13
Dear Amal , last night I had a strange dream about you.
I dreamed that suddenly you lived in my house.
In the morning my washing machine sounded.
I saw you washing all your clothes.

I took a shower and then I drank coffee on the terrace.
After that I cleaned my car while waiting for you to take a shower.
Then after taking a shower you wore a blue shirt , pink jacket and black jeans.
You put on your makeup and put on your ugly glasses.

I took you around my hometown Batu City , East Java.
A very calm and beautiful mountain town with cool air.
I drove my car slowly while you sat next to me.
You seemed happy to see the rice fields and vegetable gardens along the side of the road.

We stopped at a roadside stall.
We had chicken soto rice with boiled eggs for our breakfast.
The broth was very tasty with the addition of lime , koya powder and black soy sauce.
You tasted it and felt the deliciousness.

While eating you talked about your life.
You wanted to forget all the trauma. Because you suffered too much for a long time.
You just wanted to be able to feel truly alive again.

After breakfast I took you to visit Jatim Park 3.
This is one of the famous tourist attractions in Batu City.
You looked excited when you entered the dinosaur park.
We rode a small train around the entire park full of dinosaurs.

With a happy face you took photos and videos many times.
After exiting the dinosaur park I took you to the aquarium zone.
All the walls are made of glass showing many fish in the water.
Shark , manta , clown fish , turtle , octopus and others.
It looks beautiful with coral reefs and underwater lighting.

You asked me to take pictures many times.
You posed while smiling at each wall of the aquarium.
We also took pictures together while laughing.
Then we recorded videos many times while walking.

After leaving the aquarium zone you felt hungry.
I invited you to eat cheese burger and drink boba at the food court.
While chewing the burger you uploaded all the photos and videos.
So that Aya , Asmaa and Malak would see them immediately.

When it was noon we left Jatim Park 3.
You asked me to take you to a beauty salon.
You wanted to do hair and ****** treatments.
So I drove my car to the nearest beauty salon.

When we arrived at the beauty salon I took you in.
Then you were immediately served by the salon employees.
I waited quite a long time in the parking lot.
While smoking and listening to music.

When you came out of the salon your face looked so fresh and beautiful.
You also dyed your hair a bit maroon.
Then I took your picture several times. You posed while smiling in front of my car.

We went around Batu City again.
Then I drove my car to the mountainside.
After that crossing the vast rice fields Along the road of Pujon village.
Until we arrived at Selorejo Lake.

A calm and beautiful lake on the edge of the mountain.
The air was cold and looked a bit foggy.
We ordered grilled fish rice for our lunch on the lakeside.
Then we drank hot chocolate while talking about each other's lives.

Then we walked along the lakeside while taking pictures together.
After that we rented a boat to go around the lake.
You looked excited going around the lake while recording video.
While I smiled seeing you happy.

Towards the evening we left Selorejo Lake.
We returned to Batu City through the same rice fields as before.
Then you wanted to shop for cosmetic and fashion products.
So I took you to Batos Mall.

When in the mall you were busy choosing various clothes , t-shirts and pants that you liked.
Then you chose various cosmetics such as lipstick , powder , eye shadow , blush on , perfume and others.
After that we bought a lot of snacks to eat at home.
Chitato , Twistko , Taro , Beng Beng and others.

It was getting dark when we came out of Batos Mall.
Then I invited you to hang out at the Fifteen Celcius Cafe on the mountainside.
The weather was getting colder but we sat outside.
So that we could see the sparkling city lights from above.

We ordered a pepperoni pizza for our dinner.
Then we sipped warm macchiato slowly.
While jazz music sounded softly in the calm atmosphere.
We sipped macchiato while seeing the beautiful sparkling city lights from above.

After that you made a video call with Aya.
With great enthusiasm you showed Aya the sparkling city lights.
Asmaa and Malak also saw it.
They all seemed excited to talk to you.

The night was getting colder we went home soon.
After arriving home I smoked on the terrace while you immediately took a shower.
You took too long in the shower until I felt sleepy.
Slowly I fell asleep on the terrace.

When morning came I woke up in my room.
I felt strange and confused.
When I came out of the room I looked for where you were.
But you were not in my house.

It turned out I was just dreaming.
It was a really strange dream.
Maybe because I thought too much about you.
You who are still trapped in Gaza.

Dear Amal , this world is so unfair.
We live on the same planet under the same sky but my reality and your reality are so different.
How can I live my normal reality while your reality is so far below normal ?!...
if only I could bring you to my reality I would always see you smile just like in my dream.


May 2025

By Alvian Eleven

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