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NeroameeAlucard Oct 2014
I was once simply a tool
A device used only for death
Years and years of this
Caused rage to fill in my breast.

I lashed out at my tormentors
Slayed them, one by one
I finally had taken my revenge
until I hunted the last one.

A security drone, I had left alone
had fallen into the main reactor,
On the floor above there
I was feeling the effects after.

Another experiment warped me
back into the still undamaged past.
I woke up in 1932,
in a giant field of grass.

Born to be more
than what life made me.
Forced to be a entertainer,
longing to be free.

Singing and dancing
for the rich shogun.
Yet my spirit still intact
tho they thought they had won.

Singing the songs
of long dead men.
Hoping for a light,
a true sort of friend.

Lost in another time,
far from what was mine.
I stood up sharpened my weapon
s and decided to go for mine.

I walked to the nearest village
and asked what was going on.
The locals said they were having
a party for a rich shogun.

Interested, I walked inside to
see decorations so gaudy.
I looked around and saw a woman
with a wonderland of a body.

Minding my own business, j
ust sat singing a song.
About how hard life is
and all things that went wrong.

Geisha I was,
a slave to the rich.
Doing what I was told,
no better than a *****.

Sold I was at the of twelve,
to feed a family I once loved.
Well that turned to hatred,
and here I was shoved.

Sat in a corner,
doing my time.
Servitude ,
without committing a crime.

I couldn't hold it in,
I walked up to the stage
Picked up a guitar and played along,
she looked quite amazed.

I smiled at her,
and she smiled back
Then all of a sudden screams were heard, two geishas coming downstairs followed by a guy who was very fat.

Standing and bowing,
just playing my part.
As absolute terrier
struck deep in my heart.

" Master,
is there aught I can do.
Come and listen
I shall sing just for you."

Come to me he did,
his face flaming red.
Slapping me hard,
with nothing being said.

I took up my sword
and said leave the lady alone,
She walked out incensed,
I followed her up the road.

Fires burning bright,
like flames deep in hell.
I wanted to be free,
my soul I would even sell.

I could not not do this,
no not anymore.
Turning I said
" what the ******* following me for."

Shamed for my actions,
but too shy to say.
I turned beet red
and just walked away.

I said I've never met a woman
with that much backbone.
And quite frankly my dear,
you shouldn't be alone

They've sent men to **** you,
they should be here rather fast
I ducked rather quickly
to evade a Sharp axe.

Throwing a knife,
my aim good and true.
Right in the throat,
flying straight through.

Throwing another,
this one just as good.
Killing him dead ,
right where he stood.

" attack me will you,
you cowardly swine.
I will spit down your throat
and rip out your spine"

Kicking him once
I turned back around.
My feet hitting hard
on the dirt packed ground.

Kusarigama unleashed
several seconds later.
I cut several down
to the size of second graders.

I look back at you
and say I think that's all of these fools
****** knives handed back
i ask how'd you learn that at school?

"My real father was a ninja,
he taught me some stuff.
Being a girl,
you had to grow up tough."

When he died,
breaking my heart.
I was sold to this,
now playing my part.

But no one touches me,
unless I want them too.
Yet I am done with all this,
finished, I am through.

I will just survive,
living of the land.
No more to be owned
by any foul man."

I don't intend to own you
In fact I'm not from this time
I Am though not native here,
so I do require a guide.

Confused I must look,
when him I did face.
"So you're not from this time
or from this place?"

I started to laugh,
it's all I could do.
Did he expect me to
accept that as true?

I just kept walking,
My mind on every sound.
I guess it's alright,
I can lead him around.

"Fine I will help you,
Where you need to go?"
I can lead you East,
down to Tokyo."

What if I could prove
that I'm from a different time.
I took out a disc and showed her what will happen
to her life over the years and mine.

I said, we still have company, I take my sword out, Nevan was her name,
duck in about 5 seconds
if you don't want to meet a blade.

Duck I did,
as the blade went on by,
Snapping my wrist,
letting a knife fly.

" What the hell?
Could this night get any worst.
Am I to be forever hounded
and endlessly cured?"

Sitting on the ground,
counting up the dead.
Touching my cheek,
my hand turning red.

The blade must of nicked me,
I just watched the blood drip.
My life was unravelling,
I was losing my grip.

I grabbed the dear woman
and threw my shuriken at the attempted killer.
I knocked him off a cliff,
his body becoming chiller.

I took her to a cave and patched her lovely cheek,
I Sat beside her and started a fire.
I sat down with a drink
and contained my desire.

Shaken to the core,
by kindness so fair.
All I could do was sit
and just stare.

This strange man,
who was not even of my time.
Had me hoping and wishing,
I could claim him as mine.

But hope and wishes are
for the happy and the weak.
I am sure he would love
someone feminine and meek.

Shaking my foggy head,
I start to cook dinner.
Wishing still I was tall
and so much thinner.

I said what's your name fair maiden,
how'd you end up here
You look much too beautiful
To working as hard as you do my dear.

My name is Xero,
I'm from another time
And while I'm here I must change the future
Because right now I'm stuck in this time.

"My name is Aura,
a name my father did give.
I become a geisha
so my family could live.

Sold for money,
and trained to preform.
So the rich can mock
and look on with scorn.

To own one is grand,
to be one: living hell.
That is my story,
really not much to tell."

Ashamed of my past,
tho pure I still be.
Yet I had my doubts,
he would even believe me.

Your words are soft spoken,
and have a ring of truth
I was poked and prodded,
like an animal in a zoo.

I'm nothing more than
a human science project.
At least that's what I was told
before I broke their worthless necks.

Anyway it seems we both have pasts
we aren't proud of.
But to me you're beautiful,
like I'm a falcon and you're a small white dove.

Blushing so red,
I took him by the hand.
" You are more than what they made u,
ur a kind honest man.

Stand tall,
be proud of who you became.
And I swear to you,
I will try and do the same.

Life had beaten us,
trying to teach us to fear.
But to hell with all that,
we survived and still here."

I smiled for the first time
in several years
I said but **** it, I'll probably never get over all of these ****** Tears.

I look back at her and said Aura,
such a simple supple name.
I sighed longingly
and whispered the same.

I look into his eyes,
as my name whispered past his lips.
A electrical current
tingled at my finger tips.

Wanting to touch him,
but knowing I can't.
I started to hum
a lovely sad chant.

Looking in the fire,
watching the flames burn.
Just like inside me,
it did dance and churn.

I looked into those deep blue eyes
and saw all the pain.
I saw nothing but tears
flowing Down like rain.

I hugged her tightly and said
You'll never cry again
I know your future, you'll do wonderful I'm serious you'll be free but I'm here for you until then.

Free: it felt strange on my tongue,
could it truly be.
Was I actually allowed
to finally be me.

Did I want to be free?
a question inside my head.
Perhaps I wanted to be owned
by this man instead.

I felt connected to him,
deep in my soul.
A sense of belonging,
my heart all aglow.

I look at you and say
Aura why do you stare at me so longingly
I told you your future
You won't belong to anyone ever again and your wounds both physical and mental will be sutured.

"It is nothing really,
just shock is my guess.
We should probably eat,
and get some much needed rest."

Cooking a rabbit,
turning it to stew.
A longing for more,
but it could never come true.

Now standing by the fire,
my arms wrapped around my waist.
Longing for his lips
and just one simple taste.

My senses heightened,
I set myself behind her
My human side desperately
wanting to be inside her.

I kissed her neck lovingly
and massaged her shoulders
It would be weird,
making love beside boulders.

I leaned into his body,
loving how he did feel.
Turning around,
a loving kiss I did steal.

Wrapping my arms around his neck,
playing with the hair at his nape.
My body and lips silently begging,
for him me to take.

Biting his lip,
I shivered in delight.
This just felt to perfect
and so deliciously right.


touching and caressing her body
felt like a natural instinct.
I held her like a little girl holding her favorite dolly
firm, but gentle and sweet.

I kissed down her neck and nibbled at her flesh
I wanted her scent all over me.

Wrapping my arms around him,
I clung to him for life.
My life was a hard one,
but he ends all my strife.

Feelings I thought long dead,
begin to whisper in my ear.
Holding close this gorgeous man,
the man I hold so dear.

I lick and nibble his neck,
His flavor on my tongue.
He is the beautiful note,
that my lips has always sung.

She had the body of a goddess
i was simply a lonely priest
i whispered my intentions
to her with some degree of ease.

i slid her dress down
to reveal her supple *******
i gently held them softly
then proceeded to ****** and caress

I licked on her lips
i put my hands on her hips
i whispered may i pleasure you fair maiden
because your body is a wonderland,
and i intend to make several trips.

My soul sang with delight,
as his lips made their rounds.
Panting out my pleasure,
from my mouth wanton sounds.

The passion fire burns bright,
As I rocked up my hips.
Feeling every loving touch,
from his sweet finger tips.

His tongue drove me wild,
as he tasted from my flesh.
My heart melted from his love,
oh I was so truly blessed.

My hands ran up his back,
my nails raked back down.
Til I was holding his ***,
so nice and juicy round.

i slid my hand in between her thighs
and rubbed her soft sweet ****
i felt myself rise with excitement
and she was so wet she began to slip,

i slid her dress all the way off
naked she was in front of me completely bare
i was so shocked at her beauty
i could do naught but drunkenly stare.

i regained my composure, and began to kiss her body again.
i set  myself between her luscious thighs
so i could eat her womanly den.

she tasted like a well aged wine
her juices so warm and sweet
i knew another woman I’d never have to find
because this girl just couldn't be beat.

His fingers dipped inside,
stroking my melting heat.
slipping in so far,
it was so overwhelming sweet.

I ****** up my hips,
to greet his thirsty hand.
Howling to the world,
My love for this great man.

Rolling him over,
I sat upon his ****.
Sinking him even deeper,
As i began to rock.

I placed his hands upon my breast,
Ohhh how he made me shiver.
My core began to melt
and my legs, they did quiver.

i held her close to my body
her sweet ******* so tasty in my mouth
I told her she was being ever so naughty
her core was wet as a freshwater trout,

i bent her over
the campfire now slowly dying
i slid back inside her
now taking her from behind

He had my heart jumping,
my breathing began to hitch.
"oh come on baby **** me,
I been a naughty *****."

I looked over my shoulder,
as into to me he did pound.
He slapped my *** once,
than grabbed my globs so round.

Moaning into the star filled sky,
I tightened around his shaft.
He had me losing my mind,
He was master of this craft.

A *** god reborn,
my soul mate supreme.
Knowing just where to touch,
that makes me wanna scream.

I reach between my legs,
and grab his perfect *****.
As we both let out into the night,
our lustful mating calls.


I made sure to please my woman,
then laid down with her on top
her arching back against the moonlight
my god i felt myself about to pop.

I spread her legs wider
and looked her dead in the eyes.
I finally released inside her
I  fell down dazed and high from our burning desire

I laid back down tired as all ****
I literally just met this girl last night
and we’re making love like this?
i dont know whether its lust.

Or some form of quick
acting love .
all i know is i must make her mine
before i'm sent up above.

I felt him erupt inside,
his cream flowing in deep.
I came in a flood,
and the feeling was so sweet.

Rocking my hips against him,
as I milked his **** dry.
I lowered myself to his warm body,
my head upon his chest did lie.

How this love came about,
I could never hope to explain.
He is embedded deep in my heart,
and I will never ever be the same.

Drifting off to sleep,
with a smile upon my lips.
I nestled close as I could get,
with his shaft still between my hips.
Thank you to the lovely Natasha M L for being so awesome to work with! This is gonna be great!
ankit nayar Mar 2014
a million men rushed in,
one walked out.
his blade like a red candied lolly.
in his wake ,the silhouette of the grim reaper
has the apocalypse arrived?
if so is this man death himself?
more rushed in,more were swatted like flies
the shogun cowered in fear
the army was in disarray .
out of the chaos walked a mere child,
walked over to the red mist.
pulled out a katana,
tempered from the blood of a god .
swung,popped the mans's head like a pimple.
the child turned to the shogun and said,
'he aint death.he's dead.'
this poem brings out the ludicrous nature of animes.
Michael Marchese Oct 2016
All weapons of
   the fates you've sealed
Are no match for
   this pen I wield
The power to
   articulate
Ticking rhyme bombs
   to detonate
The conflicts waged
   gambling mankind
My perfect hand
   is treaties signed
Hellbent hounds pray
  like dogs, I hunt
Frontline this notebook
  battlefront
With metaphors
  of mindless drones  
Like similes
  to brainwashed clones
Whose C4 booms
  and IED's
Can't build bridges
  like ABC's

Or tear them down
  with death regimes
By rusting through
  the war machines
Flamethrowin’ my
  verbal grenade
With ****** noun
  scorched-earth tirade  
On militant
  cold-blood elite
King cobras know
  I'm packing heat
Seeking missile
  resolution
Winged raptor
  devolution
Prehistoric
  barbarism
Literacy
  cataclysm
Stockpiling
  extinction bones
We're cavemen carving
  fallout stones

My Hiroshima
  prose explodes
With nuclear
  bushido codes
Released from my  
  katana's ward
To free my press
  from shogun lord
Oppressing haiku
  imagery  
And samurai
  epigraphy  
Expressions of
  my ronin soul
Omitted by
  the daimyo
Satsuma is my
  poetry    
My final draft's
  Nagasaki
  
Ink cartridges
  strapped 'round my neck
I print no charge
  or background check
And ****** every
  live round free
Of innocent
  blood elegy
And killing sprees
  of gunned-down news
Domestic violence
  black and blues
A Number 2
  pencil dependent
Obsolete
  lead-head amendment
Open carry
  shoots a blank
Empty shell case
  at my think tank
So grip this peace
  then **** and pull it
**** my diction
  write the bullet
Johnny Noiπ Nov 2018
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of death in the air is about two amino acids, but it is
Latin to place stars on other flags, golden gold from America.
Changes for the musicians in the sunshine,
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is in the early hours of the morning. I dropped in cold war.
The beauty of the British English-Asian team lost his wife,
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knowing the feeling in the mirror
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Search the invisible. The lips of the gods
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out of socks as it comes out of the water,
the jellyfish instruments in the Museum
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or sleep in the middle of Los Angeles in Los Angeles
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in fact, a very thin plaque of women leaders.
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came to the fire, the head of the American gold.
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the money is the change. Air space. The queen of the sea
in the morning hours. Come out of the cold war.
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who follows lost the wife of John and sits in the heart of the Sky
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full of hope. A book critical of the old but true,
for example to the image of Russia,
a strong wind at the foot of poetry's living stars.
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When the first robot breaks cultural fields
and the sky sweet child has the right
to walk around the core of the destruction
of memory friend Ringers poet.
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were standing waiting mouths of the tongue's laps,
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like the socks on the feet of the instruments from the Medusa
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fell in love with the kind of the institution
of the arms of the holy women also, your joy,
far and near, that of all of the world revolution
and the leaders' present an infirmary
and a very thin plate. Since it is part of the running rings,
the majority of dead memories of death in the air
are two amino acids, but the stars and other artifacts
are the Latin American golden gold.
Changes to musicians in the solar radiation are:
You're on your activity. The Queen's Queen is awake in the early morning.
I stopped the Cold War. English, English, English, English,
English, French, English, French, English, French, English,
French, English, French, French, Spanish, French and Spanish,
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for example, the old word is the correct Russian language,
with the power of the stars. Jiang is very hard. There is a spirit.
There are several words about nature. Stunning jewelry
and glazes, *****, crazed, crystal-clear lamps,
and the exterior walls are awesome. Find what we have not obtained.
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is to take part in your hands, become homosexuals,
and mothers, and even to your feet like water works,
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the stereo tree and the school board were asked to sleep
in the sun or in the city of Los Angeles, USA,
incinerated by fire. The waves of the mountains
are moving to the screams in China. However,
adult male Sheik Aged was generally a bipolar ulcer
with a large group of people. Dogs on Earth?
The gifts we have received are not at the expense
of the weak, but on the side of the oppressors,
not the creation of God's love, but at least a symbol
of women leaders. Since music is part of the headgear,
most of the color of death in the air is about two
amino acids, but it is Latin to stars and other flags,
golden gold from America. Changes are for the musicians
in the sunshine, you are on your way. The wind zone;
The queen of the sea in the early hours of the morning.
I dropped in cold war. The beauty of the British English-Asian team
lost his wife, John is in the heart of Sky Europe
Baloo snooch blue spirit July Goddess woman
to return from Jesus' devil
evil rains in Russia If you are a friend
from the hand of the food garden; The radio satellite
squared of the series of titles called  French is full of fun
games for children, six and six, full of hope and Rs.
A book about worrying, but the old word is true,
for example,
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under the stars. Igor is very tense. There is a spirit.
There are many words about nature. Decorative jewelry
and waiting until the mouth and tongue are salty, *****,
crazy, cool in the mirror and works like an external
wall of stone.  Find what we did not find. The purpose
of the gods you have to say the name of the image
is to take half the leaves by your feet to drink wine, ||
to be gay, up and a mother like smoke to the feet socks,
as you do of water, jellyfish materials at the Museum
of Asian Lands; bad news, my Perkins, Einstein's tree
and school board are pictures of Einstein's users who
have been asked to sleep in the middle of the sun,
or burned in the middle
of Los Angeles at the Los Angeles host.
The water waves of the mountains went
to the drunken prophet of the Chinese,
but a man from Goldman Sachs was often performing
Alchemy on Bettie's wounds written
to all the host of many who had met the general.
Dogs on the ground? has taken ill, and falls on his side,
the arms of the preparation of the grace we receive,
but not to create the council of holy happiness,
in fact, the least sign for women's leaders.

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in the atmosphere is about 2 amino acids,
but Latin is Latin in American gold and stars.
Changes are to you for the sunlight musicians.
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is in the early morning. I fell into the Cold War.
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her mouth and tongue works like salty, *****, crazy,
mirrored, exterior wall stone. I will find what we did not find.
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of the image is to drink wine, become gay, up, and mother,
take half of the feet like water like smoke in foot socks,
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my Perkins, Einstein Tree and Board of Education
were asked to sleep in the middle of the sun,
Einstein's user photos, or in the middle of Los Angeles
at Los Angeles host It is a baked picture.
The wave of the mountain water went to a drunk
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written to many people who met the shogun.
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of the preparation of grace; we received
and dropped it to the side but in fact
it was not able to recreate the council of sacred happiness.
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in the atmosphere is about 2 amino acids, but Latin is Latin
in American gold and stars. Changes are to you
for the sunlight musicians. The area of ​​the wind
The queen of the sea is in the early morning. I fell into the Cold War.
British English - the beauty of the Asian team lost his wife, John Sky Europe's Baloo Snooky Blue Spirit In the heart of the goddess
of July the Russian devil is in the heart of the goddess'
If you are a friend from the Garden of SM Radio's Satellite
Square in a series of titles called French is full of fun games
for Hope and R Full Kids, 6 and 6.
Although it is a book on worry,
the old words are the truth, for example,
in the image of Russia, the power of the eagle
under the stars. Igor is very nervous. There is a spirit.
There are many words about nature.
Waiting for decorative jewelry and
mouth and tongue works like salty, *****,
crazy, mirrored, exterior wall stone.
I will find what we did not find. The purpose of God
you have to say in the name of the image is to drink wine,
become gay, up, and mother, take half of the feet
like water like smoke in foot socks, Asia Jellyfish
materials at the museum of land, bad news, my Perkins,
Einstein Tree and Board of Education were asked
to sleep in the middle of the sun, Einstein used photos,
or in the middle of Los Angeles at Los Angeles host;
It is a baked picture. The wave of the mountain
water went to a drunk Chinese prophet,
but the men from Goldman Sachs were often alchemists
of Betty's scars, written to the many people
who met the shogun. Is the dog on the ground?
We took the weapon for the preparation
of grace we received and dropped it to that side ||
but alas, it was not able to recreate the Council of Sacred Happiness.
Ottar Apr 2015
the words have lost their meaning, put down and forgotten
the ink is old and hitting refresh, flesh is rotten
the love of doves is for the birds, love of forgotten
words, buried deep unearth on Earth, what has brought this on...

short tempered phrases
Viennese masked faces
road rage that displaces
where words that disgraced

the root that spawned their meaning
and thinkers were able to be gleaning
to drink the rich and full in leaving
pride at the door and no deceiving

what we are all here for

not a geo-politico hidden agenda
not a plan within a plan within a plan
like some Shogun in a Clavell novel,
not to be a notch whelped on Evils' belt

size 365 days a year,

equal spaced holes like stepping stones
tighten around a neck stuck out too far
risk taking and all in isn't a sin, groan,
who am I to judge, I am so marred

am I poeticizing how to live,
no, how write poetry and be so alive,
I have so many words they
roll like boulders, in my head
and off my shoulder across the floor
the neighbours complain of the
noise and I lie, say-
ing it is my dog with her toys,

so go write your poetry,
no one else can, please
may it cure you as mine
cures me of my disease

so you can do what you were born to do,
what are you waiting for ** I can't tell you!
the following quite quirky epistle may not exhibit the ordinary characteristics of poetry, but i decided to share this self made challenge (where every word begins with the letter "S" - no explanation can be offered why such self cerebral torture imposed, nor what motivated me to focus on the nineteenth letter of the english alphabet at the exclusion of other noble vowels and consonants.
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Sunday September seventh started seemingly same since...silver screen show secured seventy seven SeventhSeals.

Soupy Sales supreme salient strengths (starring smart snarky sidekick Springer Spaniel Socrates same species sansSnoopy) salvaged sagging sporting sorties. Slap stick stereotypical swashbuckling shticks supplied shipshape shenanigans.

Spartan stage set spurred spontaneous simply stupefying solution. Suede shod schlemiel. Sartre seasoned scenes. Sharp sticks supported sphere. Seats situated semicircular semblance.

SPCA, Siemens, Sears sponsored soiree. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious shouted satirically 'specially Saturdays seemingly sellout. Spontaneous spritely Shogun Samurai sangroid stance satiated slipups stripping stellar seasoned Skidamarinks substitutes sacredly, seminally, silently, slipstreaming soulfully saving saga.

Sometimes silly spouse studiously sought spurious strategy stringing superlatives showcasing senseless sophomoric soporific skills specifically spelling storybook sassy sharpshooters supposedly sleuthing shapeless seated sideways (sic seasonal slate smug spotified snapchatting skippers selfishly scooped sloop-ful seasonal six-packs) sinister Swiss scalpers sat sometimes squatted.

Sirens sounded secretly securing source. Strait sacks swooshed scamps scaling sensitive sentries (simply spayed seals) surveying surrounding staked spy sotted sham semicircular slipshod shelter. Snappy, Snippy, Snoopy suited Skyhawks surprisingly swooped somnambulant senseless scriveners. Sargent Salemander slipped shiny shimmering shellacked Sheppards Shutterfly sidearms sized simulated small skyscraper slinky, soapy, spooky squarely summoned, sentenced, sacrificed see swarthy Samsonite satraps Section SpecialOps.

Sometime soon savior snuck stealthily stealing sinful schleppers. sundown syzygy saw serendipitous, surreptitious, surreptitious segue-way shuttled safely Scottish shoals. Stigmatization stayed steady. Supplication statements swatted. Sole survivor swiftly spun self shaming sesquipedalian soliloquy. Sea side serenade soon spewed solipsism saving Slim Shady.





Sayonara seminal surfer swirling scarily sans sinister serpentine silent space.
Never understood
How to write a full
Sentence,

But did figure out
How to put down
Random silly syllables
In just a  minute,

Never figured out
How to play the flute,

But i did learn how
To pick fruit,

Caught a cricket
Never understood
The game cricket,

To my dearest
Never meant to make you
Cry or break your spirit...

That was my younger self,
I've grown and have learned
New ways to carry myself,


I know you'll never rest your
Eyes on this...

This being a poem i wrote
Well
More typed on my phone

While you was in the back
Of my dome,

I know I'll never aton
For the actions i have sewn,

Just know my shoes
I walked in
holding your hands

I've out grown,

I have became a different
man,

I'm sorry for not telling you
That ever time i looked
In your eyes i drowned,
They where so blue they
would remind a pirate
Why he loves the ocean,

That Sunday nothing
but loud lust moaning
this Sunday nothing
but silence,

I do regret the
choices I have chosen,

I'll end it there

For my memories
found a way
through the catacombs,

But my bowman took them
Out thank goodness,

He who took the shoot
Shall be my
yeoman,

Honor killed the Shogun

Snowman left in the snow
Was abandoned,

Young girls heart was stolen,

So much stress took a
Nap fell asleep on
the cushion,

I'm living the life of a

foreigner,

Cant understand no one
Working for a dollar
Selling my so called freedom,

Thinking of home..

Falling in love with a woman
Often,

Fortune lady try to tell me my fortune i said
" no thanks for you
can not tell me my own future"

If you did it would
just be a rumor,

Woke up late cause the
Cougar killed the rooster,

Didn't see it so i guess that
Makes me the accuser,

Gotta find it put her in
The scope and remover,

But if a shark did it
I guess I'll have to harpooner,

Get blood on my carpet
I'll have to shampooer,

Either way I'll have to
**** the evildoer,

But probably offer her
A job and interviewer,

Fall in love and Honeymooner,

Find a cloning factory and
reproducer,

But i got a better manoeuvre,

I'll go to church
and scream Hallelujah,

Hopefully that'll be one
Step closer to get the doors
To heaven to open,

Dose this count as a poem??
the following quite quirky epistle may not exhibit the ordinary characteristics of poetry, but i decided to share this self made challenge (where every word begins with the letter "S" - no explanation can be offered why such self cerebral torture imposed, nor what motivated me to focus on the nineteenth letter of the english alphabet at the exclusion of other noble vowels and consonants.
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Sunday September seventh started seemingly same since...silver screen show secured seventy seven SeventhSeals. Soupy Sales supreme salient strengths (starring smartpet sidekick Springer Spaniel Socrates) salvaged sagging sporting sorties. Slap stick stereotypical swashbuckling shticks supplied shipshape shenanigans. Spartan stage set spurred spontaneous simply stupefying solution. Suede shod schlimiel. Sartre seasoned scenes. Sharp sticks supported sphere. Seats situated semicircular semblance. SPCA, Siemens, Sears sponsored soiree. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious shouted satirically 'specially Saturdays seemingly sellout. Spontaneous spritely Shogun Samurai sangroid stance satiated slipups stripping stellar seasoned Skidamarinks substitutes sacredly, seminally, silently, slipstreaming soulfully saving saga. Sometimes silly spouse studiously sought spurious strategy stringing superlatives showcasing senseless sophomoric soporific skills specifically spelling storybook sassy sharpshooters supposedly sleuthing shapeless seated sideways (sic seasonal slate smug spotified snapchatting skypers selfishly scooped sloopful seasonal sixpacks) sinister Swiss scalpers sat sometimes squatted. Sirens sounded secretly securing source. Strait sacks swooshed scamps scaling sensitive sentries (simply spayed seals) surveying surrounding staked spy sotted sham semicirular slipshod shelter. Snappy, Snippy, Snoopy suited Skyhawks surprisingly swooped somnambulent senseless scriveners. Sargeant Salemander slipped shiny shimmering shellaced Sheppards Shutterfly sidearms sized simulated small skyscraper slinky, soapy, spooky squarely summoned, sentenced, sacrificed see swarthy Samsonite satraps Section SpecialOps. Sometime soon savior snuck stealthily stealing sinful schleppers. sundown sysygy saw serendipitous, sereptitious, surreptitious sequeway shuttled safely Scottish shoals. Stigmatization stayed steady. Supplication statements swatted. Sole survivor swiftly spun self shaming sesquipedalian soliloquy. Sea side serenade soon spewed solipsism saving Slim Shady.
Evan Sep 2018
Far away from any other land a kingdom arose from ocean sand
Their hearts of steel and armor of wood
They defended their people for no appeal and sought honor where they could
A warrior of the Shogun and the Emperor of the divine winds and fallen spirits

Far in the future when the blade was almost out paced
500 warriors stood in the face of an imperial rise
Sword to gun, surely to be overrun, one last charge
To preserve their way at shiroyama

There the warriors of old died, but not completely
For nothing dies eternally
And far in the future a group of warriors Known as Sakurakai
Under Hashimoto thousands of chests stood ready to die, for their emperor

A clash and battle
Chests scattered like cherry blossoms
And when the dust settled Hashimoto was gone
For in Sugamo he was forced and there he died.
A simple poem i wrote in my middle class today about the Showa Restoration
I'm a stand on top, while I'm at the bottom of the rock, my dock,
Of the bay, yo what they say, what they say, I'm a spit it like Otis,
Driving in a Lotus, yosef dont loose focus, magic ****, hocus pocus,
Who could out loc us, I'm Frank Lucas blaze my soul to the buddha,
Getting mad Goudda, that's cheese so just relax and breath,
So you can recieve, the deadly intrigue, empresses I breed,
Check the sights of my seeds, even could be felt in the afterlife needs,
My babies, it's so crazy, I'm off the head like JFK or MLK,
Wait excuse me for that say, mercy mercy mercy, Lord just dont curse me,
I know the hearses around me, sharks leeching for me,
But ain't blood to see, in the seas, I lay more rhymes than the trees,
To leaves, on the branches, sticking to my membrane, so insane,
Go against the grain, black Caesar, bruise a chick, cuz I'm a pleaser,
Ghost as Ebenezer, after im done, then I'm a leave her, leave her,
Make her a believer, its G O D status legendary, take sin to my cemetery,
It's all gravy, this for my lady, chicana loca baby let's cha cha,
Standin like the Godfather, haters kiss my rings, while I make a sting,
Selling y'all careers, while my money soak up ya tears, no fear,
I'm living by, how when I'm the pie, fools chasing crumbs only left to die,
Grimy source, mixtape corpse, but watch me bring back a life source,
Of course, I'm chilling in Belize low breeze, wife beater and my khakis,
No longer chasing keys, I got the master key, to unleash all of misery,
Company, cops cant even touch me, I'm free like Cosby, tried to rob me,
Causing I called dibs on NBC, black man crucified for the industry,
Shady me, I'm just another bear, stingy with the honey, word to the Commies,
Groucho Marx personality, so why yall cats tryna battle me,
I'll leave ya thoughts on E, that's empty that means bullets shooting freely,
Deliver like Mr McFeely, in ya neighborhood and there I stood,
Holding my black wood, cigarillo I hold so thoro, haters still gotta borrow,
Just to make it glow, yo I spit it from the soul, dig the divine vessels,
Yall taking steroids, but still got no muscle, trust I could out touch,
Any ******* on the beat, I could **** a beat, and not get charged,
On a repeat, thats double jeopardy bombarded ya legacy,
I'm a mic barbarian, following the gusto of wind, theres war up again, again,
time for me to position,
Catch Kyle listening, tell me when to snipe within, my range it's so strange,
How muthafuckas use ya name, but barely know ya name,
I could light a flame, of a frame without proper aim, danger man,
Mystical with the principle, I draw thoughts from the spiritual, homicidal,
Cant escape the visual, cover the issue, break bread from here to Brussells,
Fools I slide like Byron Russell,  watch for the MJ when I take the game away,
Its blood on the horn, watch for the thorn, circling in the eye of storm,
I walk straight, amongst the rap turbulence true artist, signed independent,
See the distance, got em breaking see em shaking, got em baking,
Ya bodies oven, 380 degrees which means, you caught the germs, of the deaths sneeze, please believe,
I'm climb to top like Clark, Expedition see these haters whispering,
Mumbling cuz they know I be crumbling, iron micz, blow like dynamite,
Beirut up on ya sight, it's like that, so be ready to fight for a might,
I battled shogun, with hoochie nuns, drink crown, and chew bubblegum,
I'm on a different drum, follow the voices that hum, slain a kingdom,
See the outcome, theres too many laying in the battlefield, best fights I've held, without raising my shield,
Yeah and that's real, 48 laws of original power, minds I devour,
A lion airing out these cowards, I draw more critics Stern like Howard,


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