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Kevin Aug 2018
With a sunset stormed in all the evils
A creeping temptation to abomination
A swirling appeal to haphazardness

Then came a wild night when i let things go
An ordinary aberration from a chaotic junction
An occasional stray from a lost path
An intentional overlook of unscrupulous mischief
A through misjudgment under ruthless predicaments

With a sobering dawn i found myself
A delusional justification for foreseen consequences
An unconscientious injection of fleeting remedies
A deliberate neglect for recurring failures
A self-inflicted blindness to vindicate oneself from misery

Then it is a calm morning
Though i know that it is all in the history
I cannot avoid the reappearing of the serene night
Whose other side awaits the furious storm to shatter me down yet again
coley Mar 2017
I want to die
I'm gonna **** myself
Not so goodbye
Laokos Sep 2019
the one to let go of
the one that doesn't                                                 fit
the one that is too nice
the one that is aimless
the one that
is more emotional
than you may have
thought
the one that
does not believe
in himself
the one that holds
the knife
the pills
and
n  o   t   h    i     n      g
the one that dropped out
the one that isn't
good enough
the one that is unconscientious
the one without purpose
the one to cheat on
the one to use
the one to leave
the one to forget
the one you don't remember
the one that is a coward
the one that is a fool
the one that is broken
the one who will disappoint you
the one who is oblivious
the one that smothers
the one that is scared
the one that is too skinny
the one that can't defend
himself
the one that will drag
you down
the one with the bleeding heart. . .



Run.
Taz Din Aug 4
Why would aliens abduct humans? You ask.
The overwhelming response, "they want to elevate us
to the next level of intelligent beings".
Have we then remained at this dumb level
since our inception? I ask.
You don't have to respond.


Some say aliens created us.
Then I say, they haven't done a good job
if only now they want to do a patchwork
like the way we do to our airplanes, space ships,
after killing many on board due to shoddy work,
or on the surface, due to being greedy and senseless.


I believe we will do a better job with our
AI works as designers for our ascending self, next floor up!
Yes, I grant you that we are half-witted, unconscientious,
but that's us, our essence, we the human, devoid of humanity,
we don't know what it even means.
we can't do anything about it.


Please tell them, I don't want to be
a higher-dimensional whatever.
I have difficulties living within three
as it is, even with prescribed potents.  


But what I do know is we look up at the sky,
pray to the Almighty to save us from our wrath,
also, wish on the side (if you know what I mean),
aliens would come down to save us, protect us,
and create the same void (double dumb down),
for the second time, wishful thinking,
nevertheless, for typical earthlings.


Taz Din
Toronto, July 20, 2025
I've been writing poems for over half a century as a therapeutic strategy during my difficult years. Here is one for the readers to enjoy.

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