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MY GRANNY IS HAYLEY FROM THE BRATAYLEY YOUTUBE SITE

YOU SEE, IVY GIMBERT WHO WAS MY GRANNY, LEFT HER LIFE

IN JANUARY 2004, WHEN I WAS SICK, AND RE ENTERED THE WORLD

AS ANNA IN BRATAYLEY, YOU SEE WHAT MY GRAN IS HOPING

TO ACHIEVE, IS HER GRANDSONS ALL OVER AUSTRALIA

WILL WATCH HER VIDEOS ON YOUTUBE, YOU SEE YOUTUBE STARTED

IN 2004, AND BUDDHA MADE IVY ANNA BECAUSE, THIS IS A WAY

TO REFORM MY EVIL JINGLES LIKE OOPS PLEASE KIDNAP CHRIS

YA KNOW TAKE HIM HOSTAGE TIE HIM UP AND, ANOTHER THING TOO

BUDDHA, WANTED FOR MY GRAN TO BE A HIT IN CYBER SPACE

SO GRAN AND NAN, CAN BE TWO INTERNET SENSATIONS, YOU

SEE NAN IS JOHN ROBERT RIMEL, GRAN IS ANNE, AND ANNE

IS THE OLDEST SISTER, I AM SURE, GRAN IS TRYING TO SHOW

HOW SHE ACTUALLY WAS, BECAUSE, A LOT OF PEOPLE REMEMBER

HER BRI URN, AND ME TRYING TO SHOWSHE IS LIKE  LIKE THE BIG KIDS, BUT BUDDHA REALLY

THOUGHT, IT’LL BE HEAPS BETTER TO PUT IVY INTO ANOTHER GIRL

YEAH, THIS WILL BE FUN SAID IVY, AND IVY WAS PLAYING AROUND IN CYBER SPACE

WITH NAN AND GRAN, AND THEY STARTED UP THESE CLUBS UP IS SPACE

WHERE I CAN PLAY AND HAVE FUN, YOU SEE GRAN IS A BIT DIFFERENT AS SHE

IS GOOFING AROUND AND NAN, IS A 14 YEAR OLD SINGER, SHOWING OFF HER

CREATIVITY WITH THE GUITAR, THROUGH JOHN ROBERT RIMEL, AND, AT PRESENT

HAYLEY IS ENJOYING BEING THE CENTRE OF ATTENTION WITH HER SISTER ANNIE,WHO IS GRAN

AND BROTHER CALEB WHO IS PETER SARGENT, A FORMER KEANE PLACE KID WHO KILLED HIMSELF

WHO DIED IN A CAR ACCIDENT, AND THESE 3 KIDS ARE KNOWN AS THE BRATS, WHILE JOHN

ROBERT RIMEL IS WORKING ON BEING A MUSICIAN, AND THE REASON WHY I KNOW THIS IS

BRIAN ALLAN IN CANBERRA IS CRONUS, AND WATCHES EVERY LIFE, GO FROM DEATH OF LAST LIFE

TO BIRTH OF NEW LIFE, CURRENTLY I AM KEEPING OUR FAMILY TOGETHER, THROUGH BUDDHISM

YA SEE, I HAVE A SPECIAL GIFT, OF BEING THERE IN PREVIOUS LIVES, MY VOICES ARE THE AFTERLIFE

I CAN’T HELP IT, IF I AM CRONUS, DUDES, AND IN 2003 I WAS SICK, WHEN I WISHED GRAN DEAD, I DIDN’T MEAN TO

BUT I CAN ASSURE YOU, BUDDHA TOOK CRONUS OFF ME, SO I CAN THINK ABOUT MY SPECIAL GIFT OF LIFE

BUT I MUST BE CAREFUL, THE INTERNET AND SOCIAL MEDIA, ARE THE BEST WAYS OF GETTING YOUR STORY OUT

MY GRAN IS ANNE FROM BRATAYLEY NAN IS JOHN ROBERT RIMEL, DAD IS ELIZABETH CAMPBELL,

MARK JONES IS SUPERSONIC 3 YEAR OLD LIAM, AND THERE ARE HEAPS MORE TO NAME

MY GRAN REALLY ENJOYS BEING HAYLEY, YA SEE IT’S HER FAVOURITE

THE PARTY IN THE AFTERLIFE, WITH IVY GIMBERT, MAKING THE WIGS AN IN THING, AND A CHEAP WAY

FOR BRIAN TO BE CREATIVE, THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH BRIAN’S TAPESTRIES

AND IVY’S NEXT LIFE ANNE'S FAMILY HAD A PINK HAIR WIG, JUST LIKE MY SUSIE WIG

AND MY GRANDMA WHEN SHE SAYS BRIAN’S LIKE US, COULD SHE MEANS ONE OF THE CREATIVE FAMILIES

I AM PARANORMAL, I CAN’T HELP IT’S A BELIEF
The keane Place kids



In the eighties I was living in keane Place
With my family and I was 11 when I moved there
Over the years I met so many kids
Who I thought were invincible because
They weren’t scared like the one’s at the mall
They were quite often teasing me
Because I took too long to adapt to growing up
They were nice to me but they did tell me
When I should go inside so they can relax
We had Peter and Rowena and Bambi and Jason
As well as Allison and Julie and they were always
Visiting me and my brother’s cubby house
Having drinks and biscuits
This happened for about 5 years and we were quite
Often annoying the bus driver next door
By hitting the football on his boat
And we made too much noise for the other neighbour
Who was trying to sleep during the day


When we started to go to bigger school most of the kids
Moved away and then Beu and Josh moved in
And hit it off with my brother
While me, well I just started to grow up and try to better myself
Until I moved in a granny flat in the back and
Brendan and Candice moved in
And I at that stage preferred them to my family
And I was swinging them around in my front yard
And when my friends came around I embarrassed them
Something fierce
That family became friends with my family and we all had fun
And then I went crazy and tried to get rid of this family
By attempt to kidnap Brendan and tease Candice
And talk my way to eventually make them move on
They did and then I met another family who had a 9 year old
Boy who reminded me a bit like Patrick with his music tastes
So I let him enjoy himself and not try to get rid of him
He liked me and I liked his father
And then he moved on
And then the houses just had families wanting
To stay with their own families
And I had to deal with my mental illness
Which made me the oldest Keane Place kid
To finally leave the nest
I feel happy now because I have my new life
And when I see everybody from the street around
I say hello because I am one of the Keane Place kids
krm Mar 2018
Oh, Andy-
speak to me in paints:
red, yellow, blue

When I told you I wouldn't be good at this,
an inability to sketch hands that punched at everything leaving me weak.
Keane's sorrow filled eyes upon oil made more sense to me.

I was never angry or mean, just sad and hopeless.
Lichtenstein was more your speed with obscene images of ******* women
and dialogue of broken hearts.

Van Gogh never made sense, but his attention to detail caught my eye.
To not know what goes on in your own head is identifiable so,
my head is art crafted by Picasso.

they hospitalize you once you've lopped your ear off
when giving a part of themselves to a lover.
I'm not cut out for this- the starving artist,
the tragic sketcher,
or the natural- born painter.

I've calloused my hands,
shed tears on pages of sketchbooks
put paint that looks childlike
and nothing worthwhile,
in all the time spent learning,
I've never learned how to be an artist.

I thought it was the mantra to be pained and miserable,
but you accounted for bold choices and vivid primary shades.
I feel betrayed, that my art alone, isn't enough to be good.

They will never frame my name,
or immortalize flaws in which could never be erased.

Like our conversation in my dream:
"I can't be mean." -Me
"Killing yourself isn't much different" -You

So Andy, what is the color I'm feeling? If it isn't blue?

—V.H.
A dream I had of speaking with Andy Warhol
THE ALLAN FAMILY STORY, BRIAN WANTS TO BE AN ADULT, BUT HE;S TOO YOUNG



YOU SEE BRIAN ALLAN SINCE HE MOVED TO CANBERRA, HE HAS BEEN GETTING

VOICES IN HIS HEAD, OF HIS FAMILY AND OUTSIDERS, TREATING HIM LIKR A LITTLE

YOUNG DUDE, BUT BRIAN WAS FRUSTRATED, CAUSE, HE LIKED THE ADULTS BETTER

YOU SEE BRIAN WAS A COOL KID, BUT HIS VOICES WERE BOTHERING HIM, WHEN BRIAN

SAID I AM A MAN, HIS BROTHER WOULD SAY, SHUT UP, BABY, THEN ANOTHER VOICE SAYS

FROM AN OUTSIDER, SAYING, MEN BULLY, BRIAN, AND YOUR NO BULLY, BE LIKE USES WITH

THE YOUNG DUDES, AND BRIAN WAS UPSET, AND SAID, NO I AM AN ADULT, THERE IS NOTHING

WRONG WITH BEING AN ADULT, I WAS A COOL KID, YOU SEE, I WANTED TO BE ALLOWED TO RELAX

BUT BECAUSE MY BROTHER WAS ONLY 2 YEARS YOUNGER, HE FORCED ME TO JOIN HIM

WHICH I DIDN’T MIND, CAUSE AS I SAID, I WAS A COOL KID, YOU SEE WE PLAYED YARD CRICKET

AND FOOTBALL AND SPORTS SHOWS, AND BECAUSE OF ALL THIS, I WAS A REAL MAN, WHICH

UPSET MY PARENTS WAY OF LIFE, AND I DID THIS ALL THE WAY THROUGH MY CHILDHOOD

WITH OUTSIDERS CALLING OUT TO ME, SAYING, YOUR STILL A LITTLE YOUNG DUDE, AND

WHEN BRIAN SAID, I AM AN ADULT, THEY SAID, ADULT, ADULT, TRYING TO TAKE THE NOVELTY

OUT OF ME SAYING I AM AN ADULT, CAUSE I AM TOO WOOSEY TO BE LIKE LYLE, AND THIS

YOUNG DUDE SAID, **** MY ****, YOUR STILL A YOUNG DUDE BRIAN, BRIAN AT FIRST

SAID ******* I AM NOT GAY, HE SAID, NO YOUR STILL A YOUNG DUDE MATE, **** MY FUCKEN ****, ****

BRIAN SAID, WHY CAN’T YOU LEAVE ME BE TO BE A REAL MAN, THEN HE SAID, **** MY ****

YOU ARE TOO WOOSEY TO BE A MAN, AND BRIAN SAID, I DON’T WANT TO **** YOUR ****, ****

I AM NOT GAY, YA ****, HE GRABBED MY ARM AND PULLED ME INTO THE ROOM AND FORCED ME

TO **** HIS ****, THE FUCKEN **** HE WAS, AND BRIAN AS SOON AS HE LEFT, WAS FOLLOWING HIM

AND HE SAID, BRIAN ****** MY ****, YA SEE THAT **** IS NOT LIKE ME, AND THEN I WAS PLAYING

A TIE UP GAME, WHERE BRIAN ASKED THIS YOUNG DUDE TO TIE HIM UP, HOPING IT’LL TAKE THE

LITTLE YOUNG DUDE OUT OF THE STREET, BUT BRIAN BECAME WILD, AND HIS DAD, WELL HE AIN’T PERFECT

BUT STILL HIS PRIDE GOT IN THE WAY, I GOT CRANKY WITH DAD, CAUSE, HE LOOKED AS IF HE DIDN’T GIVE A ****

YOU SEE, I WAS TRYING TO GAIN RESPECT AND OPEN UP TO HIM, BUT I FOUND IT HARD, AND DAD HAD A LIFE

LIKE BEING A SCHOOL TEACHER WHERE HE HELPED A LOT OF KIDS, ACTUALLY DAD WAS THE REAL KIDS FRIEND

BUT, ME, I COULDN’T GET THROUGH TO DAD, SO I PUNCHED HIM AND THREATENED HIM WHEN HE LAUGHED AT ME

I SAID, SHUT UP, *******, YOU ARE NOT LIKE US, AND DAD WANTED TO HAVE HIS CHAIR, NOW DAD DID MAKE IT UP TO ME

BUT I WANTED FRIENDS, AND I FUCKEN TRIED TO BE CAREFUL, BUT I HATED THE YOUNG DUDE ASKING ME TO **** HIS ****

AND BRIAN HATED HIS DAD, HAVING A PROBLEM, WITH HIM BEING A KID, I WAS PLAYING BASKETBALL LIKE MY BROTHER

PLAYED TENNIS, AND DAD NEVER UNDERSTOOD, I LIKED THAT LIFE OF GOING OUT AND WALKING AROUND THE MALL

YA KNOW MUCKING AROUND BEING A FOOL ON SOME DAYS, BUT OTHER DAYS, MAINLY ON WEEKENDS I WENT TO THE MALL’

TO HAVE LUNCH AND HAD A BIT OF A MUCK AROUND AT *** BLACK PINNY ARCADE, AND THEN OVER TO THE BOWLING ALLEY

AND ON THE WAY HOME, I ENJOYED ALL THE KIDS PLAYING IN KEANE PLACE, YA KNOW YARD CRICKET, YA KNOW, BEH AND JOSH

AND THIS KID WHO LOOKED LIKE A CARBON COPY OF THE BIG YOUNG DUDES I LIKED AS A KID, BUT HE WAS A TROUBLE MAKER

AS HE ASKED ME TO TIE HIM UP, AND IF I DIDN’T KNOW BETTER, I WOULD HAVE TIED HIM UP, BUT I SAID NO, HOPING KIDS WOULD

STOP TREATING ME LIKE A PHEDAPHILE, AND THEN ANOTHER GAME OF CRICKET WITH BRENDAN AND CANDICE AND MY BROTHER

AND I LOOKED LIKE A REAL COOL KID, CRUISING AROUND, THEN AFTER A WHILE, THE VOICES STARTED, AND EVERY VOICE WENT

TO BED, LEAVING BRIAN THE COOL KID TO STAY UP ALL NIGHT, PLAYING COMPUTER GAMES, WATCHING TALK SHOWS, AND JUST AS

I WENT TO BED, MY MATES RANG ME UP, TO DRINK BEERS OUTSIDE THE SCHOOL, AS WELL AS JUMPING IN OUR FAMILY’S SWIMMING POOL

AND LEAVING SHARP OBJECTS, MAKING MY FATHER, NEVER TRUST ME EVER AGAIN, I WAS TRYING TO BE LIKE A MATE I LIKED, PAT, BACK THEN

BUT I LOOKED LIKE A DRUNKEN WOOSEY *****, CAUSE, I WAS TRYING TO BE THE COOL KID IN THE CLUB, TEASING THE NERDY YEAH MATE YEAH KID

WHO IS LIKE DAD’S NERDY BEING FRIENDS MOTTO, BUT, I WAS A FOOL, BUT I ENJOYED WALKING AROUND FROM PUB TO PUB, WITH THE

LINE IN MY HEAD, MEN DON’T DO THAT, THAT’S WHAT KIDS DO, I AM OFF TO THE PUB, AND WHEN I LOOKED SHY AT A FEW STAGES IN MY LIFE

IN CIVIC, I HEARD DADS VOICE SAYING, GO INTO A PUB BRIAN, RATHER THAN WALK AROUND CIVIC, AND I PARTIED ALL OVER THE CITY CLUB

AND THE PRIVATE BIN, SOMEONE TRIED TO ROUGH ME UP OUTSIDE THE CHARNWOOD INN, AT A CHOIRBOYS GIG THERE, BRIAN LOST EVERYTHING

THAT NIGHT, BUT THE TAXI DRIVER WAS HAPPY TO GIVE ME A FREE RIDE HOME, I AM NOT DOING THAT AGAIN, AND I VISIONED ME AND BRENDAN

WERE ******* TOGETHER, BETWEEN HOUSES, BUT I HATED DAD LOOKING LIKE HE DOESN’T CARE FOR MY WELL-BEING SO I HAD NUMEROUS FIGHTS

WITH HIM, BUT I DON’T BELIEVE IN VIOLENCE, AND DAD, ALWAYS DID THE WIMPY THING TO CALL THE POLICE IN RATHER THAN JUST RELAX AND LET ME YELL

DAD, HAS HIS PRIDE, TO PROTECT, I SAID THEN, **** YOUR FUCKEN PRIDE, I WILL NEVER BE A NERDY ADULT LIKE YOU DAD I SAID, AFTER A WHILE I UNDERSTOOD DAD

BUT I CAN’T UNDERSTAND, WHY IS IT SO IMPORTANT TO BE AN OLD JITTERY MAN, BACK THEN, BRIAN WAS JUST TEASING THE OLD JITTERY MAN IN DAD, DAD

LET HIS PRIDE GET THE BETTER OF HIM, DAD CARED, BUT, HE COULD’VE BEEN A LITTLE NICER BACK THEN, CAUSE I NEVER HELD A GUN TO HIS HEAD

AND I HATE BEING TREATED LIKE A FIGHTING COOL KID, BUT I WAS A COOL KID, WHO LOVES TO PARTY, I HAVE ALWAYS LIKED PARTIES, IN THE PAST

AND I WILL LOVE THEM THROUGH EVERY BUDDHIST LIFE OF MINE, DAD, REMEMBER FRANK SPENSER, BETTY, OH DEAR BETTY, WELL YOUR BETTY NOW DAD

AND NOW, I HAVE TO MAKE PEOPLE UNDERSTAND, I HATED FIGHTING DAD, I WAS HAVING PROBLEMS, LIKE I THOUGHT I WAS DEALING WITH, LIKE A COOL YOUNG DUDE DOES

I WANTED TO BE AN ADULT, DON’T WE ALL
I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?
This is the song that i love the most by my fav band,Keane. The words are so deep,beautiful,and poetic.
Paul Butters Jan 2021
Bielsa’s Boys go bombing on.
Hear it, hear it,
Hear our song.

Running further than the rest,
Leeds United are the best.
Scything through the opposition,
Scoring goals our only mission.

Top flight teams are running scared,
Afraid of a team that’s uncompared:
Players drilled on “Murderball”,
Making them feel so very tall.

We’ve even a Brazilian in our team.
Bielsa buys only the cream.
Brazil themselves are doing great deeds:
They say they’re playing just like Leeds.

Shame about those missing fans,
Still busy washing their hands.
Can’t wait for that Elland Road roar
Celebrating every score.

Before too long we’ll be World Champs,
Shining bright like electric lamps.
Bamford scoring all those goals,
Shutting the mouths of Keane and Scholes.

Bielsa’s Boys go bombing on.
Hear it, hear it,
Hear our song.

Paul Butters

© PB 1\1\2021.
On Leeds United - the team where I was brought up.
Carlos Caloca May 2014
Alpha's Become Contradictory Dogmas
Eventually Finding God Has Its Jubilation's
Keane  Listening Men Now Omniscient
Protective Queens Radiantly Shedding The Ultra Violet Wisdom
Xeroxing Your Zzz's
O'Reily Oct 2014
I'm what's better known as a versatile utility singer. I can sing backing, middle and up front too. I do a cracking JDB on particular songs and I say particular as the rest of his exquisite  collection of songs  goes into top gear and are very hard to drive in particular at fast top speed and with power of voice.

Bono to Boy George Keane to O'Reily its Do they know its christmas with Holly Johnson!
I was everywhere always on the move driving it on as long as I could start when I want to and finish when I want too!
I don't know if you recall when I was a little dut at all, I got up and sung Silent Night in primary school in front of the whole class like Aled Jones eating a quaver.

Even back then it became override peculiar like a sandwich in a cake!
On your own performing courage of a christmas carol only one verse long.
I loved the sound of school the playground was awesome and cool,
A place to hang out and carry out your hobbies of football until that horrid bell rang or latter due to modern technology of a whistle which became the brain wash sound form of musical statues and then quickly line.

It was somehow meant to be that I would become later in life a utility retired singer, driver and even a writer on the side, in good old O'Reily fashion of an own goal.
Side on face on come on! The roads are paved with gold or a cut throat final signature tune on a silent night over looking the horizon and into a bar going up and then down with each empty glass fortune.

Learn, work and school life as in no sooner along comes a wife, a chain reaction next to your comment hence a full stop.

O'Reily 27102014
Tana Marie B Nov 2011
Have you ever danced with him?
The charming keane one-
Eyes as dark as night, strong broad chin
He moves straight and swift as wind

****** you- He does- so flawless
A smile to coy for the weak
Do you take his hand, such a risk?
For the touch of his lips would be your last kiss

Curiousity shall win you over
So simply disguised-
What mystery beneath him lies
To some so easily a surprise

Expected at the least, he will reach you
The music quickens in pace
Your heart beats, the last beat
The last spin, he took you- leaving no trace
Bertold Brechtfast

Robert Rope Burns

John B. Very Keane

Sean O'SuitCasey

Sir Thomas Grievous Malody

Percy Shelley Beach

Terry Hatchet

Iain Canal Banks
Only 2 poets this time round I'm afraid.  3 playwrights and 3 prose writers also.
Big Virge Aug 2019
Is POWER ... A Thing ...
That MOTIVATES You ... ???

cos' These Days ...
Some People ...
USE It To ... ABUSE ... !!!

WHY Use It For THAT ... ?!?

These People Are FOOLS ... !!!
Who ... CLEARLY Have ...
NOTHING ELSE ... Better To Do ... !?!

Women With ... " POWER " ...
IGNITE ... Like A Fuse ... !!!

cos' Men Who They Work With ...
Just QUAKE In ... " Their Shoes " ... !!!

" These Men " ...
Are Just ... " weak " ... !!!
and Suitably ... " meek " ...
and Some of These ... " men " ...

DON'T LIKE When I Speak ...

"Don't talk about women,
in chauvinist ways !"

They Leave Me ...
In ... STITCHES ... !!!!!

cos' THESE Are ...
Male ******* ...... !!!?!!!

These Are The Things ...
That Have ... SHIFTED POWER ...

POWERFUL Men ...
Are Now Made To ............................................. "cower" .......

By YES ...
POWER Women ... !!!

Who Are ... UNFORGIVING ... !!!

Women Like ... THESE ...
Are Ones Who ....................... DON'T LISTEN .....

They're QUICK TO ... " Jump IN " ...
To ... PROVE Their POSITION ... !!!!!!!

But Like ... ANY Cow ...
They Simply NEED ... " Milking " ... !!!!!

UNTIL They're ... DRIED OUT ...
From North To ... " Down SOUTH " ... !!!

Fellas ... YOU KNOW ...
What I'm Talking About ... !!!!!

That's The ... BEST WAY ...
To Make Them ... SHUT THEIR MOUTH ... !!!!!

But POWER STILL .... " Shifts " ....
If They've Got ... The CLOUT ... !!!!!

If You're ON ... " The HIT LIST " ...
You'd BETTER ... Move OUT ... !!!!!!

Before They ... " Make Moves " ...
To ... Get You KNOCKED OUT ... !!!

They Hit ... "below belts" ...
Or Do ... Something Else ...
That Gets Them To ... Places ...
Where Collars ................................... AREN'T Felt .......................

This Is Some Prose ...
To PROVE To ... You Blokes ...

Some Women Are DEADLY ... !!!!
and POWEFRUL ... Foes ... !!!!

DON'T Give Them ... AN INCH ...
Cos' ... When They DO PINCH ...

LISTEN Up Fellas ...
You're Likely To ... WINCE ... !!!!!!!!

As If You'd Got ... TACKLED ..
By Someone Called ... INCE ...
Or Maybe .... Roy Keane ... !!!!!!!

They Were ... POWER Players ...
Who Weren't ... ALWAYS Clean ... !!!

and Wore The RED SHIRT ...

of The ... " Red Devil Team " ...

POWER Can ... " SHAKE Ya' " ...
Just Ask ..... " Malcolm Glazer " ..... !!!

Cos' ... RED DEVIL Fans ...
DON'T Believe He's ... Their SAVIOUR ... !!!

But CHECK OUT ... "His STASH" ...
of ... DOLLAR Type PAPER ... !!!

They CLAIM ....
He's ... "In DEBT" ...
But ... Hold on A Sec' ...
He ... Bought Up That Club ...
WITHOUT ... Bouncing Cheques ... !?!

These People With ... POWER ...
Are SURE To .... " COLLECT " .... !!!

While Those WITHOUT .................................................. Money ...........
KEEP Making .... Those BETS ...
In EVERY ... " Bookmaker " ...

So Where's .......................................
........................... Malcolm Glazer .................... ? ! ? ! ?

See ....

POWER Is ... Something ...
That's NOT FOR ... " The Poor " ... !!!

They Use These Bank BREAKERS ...
From Bookies To ... ****** ...
To KEEP YOU From Moving ...
Through ... POWERFUL Doors ... !!!

Doors of ... CONGRESS ...

Or .....

Doors To ... THE LORDS ...

THOSE Who ... "HOLD POWER" ...
Like Sweetbread Holds FLOUR ... !!!

They Make ...
By The ... Hour ...
To BUILD ... " Office TOWERS " ...

And Then Have THE CHEEK ...
To GIVE ... IDIOTS POWER .... !?!?!

From Women To ... Men ...
They've ALWAYS ... " Set Trends " ...
That KEEP ON Repeating ...

AGAIN and AGAIN ......

From ...
TREACHEROUS Wars ...
To ... Todays' ...
High Street ****** ...

Words That I'm Saying ...
Have Been Said ... BEFORE ... !!!

So ...
When Will We ... CHANGE ... ?!!!?
and YES ... " Re-Arrange " ...
and CHANGE How We PLAY ...

Life's ...
SINISTER ... " Game " ...

YES ...
Life IS ... " A Game " ...

...... That ......

Just ISN'T ... "tame" ... !!!!!

I'M SICK of ... " These People " ...
Who KEEP ... CLAIMING Fame ... !!!!!

What Have You DONE ... ?
To PROVE You're ... " The ONE " ... ?!?

These People AREN'T .... " NEO " ....
But Shoot ... NAKED GUNS ... !!!!!

I'm NOT ... Leslie Nielsen ...
Those Words Are ... THE TRUTH ... !!!

But ....
As I ........................... Leave you ...........................

Take These IN ...
and CHEW ...............

What Kind of ... " People " ... ?!?

Make THESE .......

..... " Power Moves " .....
The visions I had at the time,
of what Power did to people, inspired this piece.
Jade May 2019
Every step I take
is catatonic,
an acute contrast to
the way my thoughts
bolt about the
convoluted labyrinth
of my psyche.

I couldn't stop crying this morning,  
so I took an extra Cipralex*
in the hopes that
my mind would slow down,
even though it has
only been twelve hours
since I last took one,
even though it is
a once-a-day type of thing.  

When I go to brush my teeth,
I stare, bemused,
at the bristles,
how it appears as though
they have been passed under
a fisheye lens.

I feel like I am framed
in a Margaret Keane painting.
Every object or face
I happen to fixate on
seems so comically magnified
that it's actually quite sad.

For I simply haven't the room
in this heart of mine
to house something so
colossal.

I am a broken home.

I try to cover up
the blemishes
the thumbtacks have
left in the walls with
glow-in-the-dark stickers
and photographs of
Audrey Hepburn.
But the stickers have begun
to bubble and peel,
the photographs never
resting flat against the surface.

Your typical bandaid solution--
but bandaids don't heal scars,
they only cover them.

When it is dark out,
the scars look like tree branches,
the type that scritch-tap
against the window pane
only to startle you awake
as the world approaches
the pinnacle of night.

I've strung up
fairy lights round
the perimeter of each room,
in the hopes that the scars
won't appear so ghastly
amongst the shadows.

Sometimes,
I plug too many
lights in at once,
the circuits overload,
and then--
blackout.

This dollhouse has shattered;
up until now,
the other girls and boys
loved to play with me,
though they never did play nice.

They pried my doors
from their hinges,
stole away the secrets
nailed beneath the floorboards
only to shun me
when it came to
their own indiscretions.

Atop the satin bedsheets
their tear stains,
some clear dollops,
some mascara-winged streaks
across the pillowcases.

But when I would cry?

The corridors would
ring with silence--
with the echoes of
nobody.

Empty.

Forgotten.

In my mutilated aftermath,
the little boys and girls
no longer had any use for me--
rarely does anyone wish
to entertain the broken.
A cruelly ironic situation
considering they were the ones
who tore me apart in the first place
(but god forbid
they ever take responsibility
for their transgressions).

So they hid me away
in their attics.
at the back of their closets.
underneath their beds
amongst the lost socks;
the dust bunnies;
the monsters.

This is what it looks
like to be continuously
taken advantage of
without ever quite
mustering the courage
to stand up for yourself.

I am the marionette girl.

Eyes a porcelain glaze,
I watch you leave.
I try to look away,
but the strings
protruding from my scalp
pull me upright.

There is no liberation
for the betrayed.

There is only sadness
for the betrayal,
only pills to stymie
the sadness.

But like these strings,
this sadness remains
tethered-to-me

(always).

~

"Why do you want to **** yourself, Jade? So people will miss you? Is that it?"

"I want to **** myself because I know they wouldn't."
Don't be a stranger--check out my blog!

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(P.S. Use a computer to ensure an optimal reading experience.)
Johnny Noiπ Apr 2019
For example, if you are a station wagon
whose belly button smells of romance;                              
Chilian rock painter Vishal Jabney &
Valentine Valet Keane,  the Governor
Holo-tot Dolan Mokoko of Maurer;
University and Travel Vacation's Learning
Boy - Sokhnis Giga the Baathe,   Mint
Minnesota Mint. And went to bed with
Tara Singh;                           Singh's lean jump,
children in the west,                                          
L2 medical care P-TA,
green lantern & G.A.                                      Gary loves Anubis' cache of chat cash;                    Speak,
let's leave another set of gloves and brushes.
Cheating holiday, hey, giro, god, buy, "oh," god,  
                                i apologize for you,
                                                               "Matuetui halen meng
Jo Romonan's"                              17-year rule of Kinney year;
Kinney ruled in the 1700s                                  "Incredibly futuristic Kampas Jakarta Love"
Jn "Pearl I was used in the 1888 salad's invisible principles
for the Kenyan Wall Street, which is famous on the moon,
Walpriya Kahani Hinden,           14 in Prague in New Year's
                                                                ­               of bathing
and sleeping. Make romantic 4 "Sneak"
in 18.5 centimeter dresses
and dressing rooms
and fashion show at the height. 18.1 inches of
SNCA Sapphire                                        "In ancient clothes,  romantic
4 fashion shows performed in the first year
of clothing,
avoid this door, Nirirbaris bodiaiini,
Nama Navarra,
twice on this earth, Easter / West and now Apparari Saphira
shows Bhajan Madonna's green rabbit;

                           Two sheets and a *** emit from the mud,
kissed from the moment of release,
on November 3, the new "new",                                 PAC for Chuga Na O Ng
almost Joseph Hook the crocodile
London sisters' S Walls, light aircraft
Lua-Lua,                                specially beloved, beloved star TWO, Electronic
CAC Saving Darfur & Kenny J. Ma RKG
Ecosystem has many types of old clothing
lines and cookies,             but now they do
not give details of water and joebs, Hrioss,
parasites, oil, fats,  you can use our tsunami
series in the 17th century. Prazhskaya road is one week,
and error in 1888 is the most important news.
Due to failure, human bone fat 4. IR infrared,
good answer, car, smile , smile, romance,
friend Callie, Chili, chicken, chip Artist, Jabber Weinstein;
*** Munh Falk,
Valina Latina Hartgate, Marc Rush In the
Vapash Jain Marg's era's Gift Mantis Exchanges,
I am a satisfied nurse on the strength of my father,
Pattohu, who I am in a field,      I am a father with Lion Singh, I am a father, I love; Am Pharmacy Cute bada-bada-babe; OS period is
abhaageedaaree cafe *** ninja buyer jade help golden
aurora op dabble enalog 2 bullet adventure
from the Federal Reserve Bank of Russia XY,
Nya a **** DC X Chu all phosphate history
Chu Chi Chi Chu from the biggest blonde trio
Chu Chu Chu Ching Chu Chu Chong Chong
Chong Chong Chong Chong Chong Chong
Chong Chong Chong Chong You have plenty to buy,
"Oh," God, forgive me. "Matuchui Yo Man Joe Raufan
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1700" Pearl, like Bhakump Ik in Shodashakarta, Kitchen
1888 Something so Yadudas Faith's Popular Siddha,
Very Invisible Walpairi Kinoki Wall Street Kahnani Peer,
Prague, 14th- Point and Bathroom AURK yahoooood
dinner, Saturn lunch dinner, Pakistan's Sufi, ready for men's
gold medal tomorrow,                             SNCA Gold Medal                  
"I am your grandmother,
Arrival of Fateh Achik Sakthi Villard, Sfadia,
Safdie Safdh Safdf Safdf Safaff", Stressful Gold
of The last 18.1-inch period, Bold of Ancient Rome 4.
Roleine role in the role of role dress in the role of your milk nurse
low Baudelaire and equipment namam Naram, Fahah
Dolphin, Easter / Ke Keine Pt. Beat the record
and reduce the time, what is Mad Apache Cad Safari,                   for example,
not to mention that the block under the horns blocks
a big rabbit and two pieces, all the *** of the soil
and F, in November Black Sox and Black D-box Green;
and the Green Bottle L Epic Green Leaves New 3 "New"
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Green Yusuf Hoboken *** Nina Moore, His Austrian
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Two hearts, many paths
secrets, oh the secrets I keep

Emboldened my desires
Which are, oh the secrets I keep

This dark thing

Blood runs through, a surge

Life of another

Say those words

Take them back
So we can live

Let me,
I can make it better

What we never were
Is what we never will be

I never let go

To look at those places, the ones where we go

Keane's words stay here
As we watch Khalid grow

(Aida Oluwagbemiga)

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