Dymphna

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they set off

automatic weapon reactors.

shotgun shells got shot,

bodies were lathered

in bloody splatter.

the politicians all got fatter,

well,

the politicians are all actors

playing a game of what would you rather.

bowing down to the top benefactor

like church council to the pastor.

in war death only brings black matter;

what is a bird without any feathers?

what is a soldier without a master?

in holding cells you

still hear laughter.

outside canaries

fly freely;

choking during chatter.

too engulfed in the now that

they forget what comes after.

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what kind of poetry do you guys want more of

political theme

religious/spiritual theme

story telling theme

darker/traumatic type theme

Voting ended onApr 23

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ivy splattered all

on the walls

im in a dream,

making a mess

i haven’t been to church

i’ve got lots to confess

i’m in duress,

worst of all

the feelings in my chest

secrets kept under the desk

iron and veal,

i can’t believe its real

the wound is fresh

have i been cursed or am i blessed

i must go and confess

the karma comes and goes in fits

energetically its bent with twists

ive got bruises on my neck

ive been reckless a bit

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you can hide your hand,

but not your past.

hold my hand,

just not so fast.

rotten-sugar-glazed-meat

bloodstained-pearly-white-teeth

transient radio bleeds,

black and white

reruns broadcast

ballroom blitz.

serpents ring

while the

herald angels sing

from transit seats

galleria, galleria hung in strings

galleria, galleria burns and stings

with a pull from the chest,

there is an unwound shaft.

black mirrors, sudden death

bound,

bound to self

forgotten,

left on the shelf.

the news spread,

all the way from the left wing,

to Lombard street

to Venice beach

under the bridge,

all hell broke loose,

not loudly,

it crept.

the final test,

revealed at last

hold on fast

for your soul to get cast

at last, at last

the truth surfaced.

the moon,

made its descent

now all that is left

is one crescent.

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new york city romanticized being an asshole then everyone got mad about the affects.

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new yorks not my home

i get confused by why everyone is so afraid of one another while in the city. in NYC i mean. ive lived in college towns like new haven which was super divided within hierarchical matters. theres a blended class division in new york. everyone is seperated yet also engrained within a splurge of people. everyone comes off as very standoffish and intimidated by their surrounding communities.

they don’t particularly try to get along yet anyways and somehow always do only for the longstanding and living sake of love and war.

it seems as though the whole city is so centered around two different ideologies which is either commit crimes against humanity for the sake of benefitting oneself or secondly a far more defensive on-guard for a fight with one another in a war against humanity theres a real strong sense of a widespread get or be gone mentality. it makes the people really dead, it makes the city dead too. it kills everything labeled human. it puts out the fire.

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antlers and owls

fatty bone marrows

apparently citrus stinks of power

the clocks been recounting all hours

everywhere you look

there are winding brick towers

in each cranny and nook

hiding behind books

lie cowards

harrowed in sync

singing

“the world is ours“

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i love being referred to as a God well other Gods only more recent don’t like that 1800s-now

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i dont fear death as a matter of fact i welcome it

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as a hierarchy; God is king, and the living Gods and Goddesses are princes and princesses.

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these social media accounts are proof of you people stealing my ideas

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my new diary, one that skull and bones had eyes on

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it doesn’t matter what you do

it matters what you don’t do

because if you don’t do you

you become the fool

you become the footstool

only you can choose

there is not much more to lose

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I am a star why would you want me to stop dreaming!?

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Lucifer was David; I am both of them.

Immortality literally just means you keep incarnating.

Lucifer technically is a God of his own because he is the sun, just there is one true God above all these Gods. The trinity explains a lot of this.

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not sure when it will end neither do i care

i am yellow in a world of greens and reds