Keithdoespoetreez

They call me Keith, 22 years on earth, from Liverpool, I write poems, play in a band as well as casually snarl at coppers and yuppies.

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Departure

Chains can connect on a magnetic pulse but eventually break

You can follow the climate and brush it under the surface

But the purpose will wake

As you cease to detain

And trance in the pain

Paralyzed in tension

While time takes it's toll

To reveal the true intentons

Where division applies to let the colors unfold

So remember the euphoria

And leave your praise at the door

The departure has commenced

So build your strength within the law

Forget about the disatnce

And succumb to your own surprise

Just follow the light

At the end of the tunnel

And hold on to your will to survive

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H2SO4

Hand me the pulse of brash indulgence

Set on the rails of decline

As I devour the bait in extended famine

While tearing flesh on the line

I'll build the walls as a memory

And sketch the landscape from this nest

Then dream of destruction

As I shower in sulfur

And dispose of the will to rest

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Distress

I ignite the hornets nest and bathe in the flames

Then lather the embers and lust for pain

This adrenaline rush

Applies an elegant touch

As the terror inflicts

This perception of error

Hidden behind closed doors

Waiting to repercuss

I bask in a penetrable form

Then march through the storm

Only to stagger

Shedding to the veins

With the edge of a dagger

For every cut I reminisce

And march in the parade

As I indulge in distress

Cause the scars never fade

Like

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From Ashes to Blossoms

A descendent of the open eye Among the hoax these rites were built It pulls along the freighter line As i refuse to let it wilt In between the shallow waters I seen the shadows wash away The song unsung in baltic winds Pulls me through the light of day I welcome Lazarus in open arms Then unleash the fever and let it spread Closing in for vanity Waves collide in the lines I’ve bred One for hope And one for joy The razors corrode My burdens destroyed Take me to a golden age Divide me from the worms who pry Let’s walk away from agony So I can finally let it die And remember how it feels to be alive

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In the Abyss

I have collapsed to a purgotarive state A centrepiece of duplication Stood on the edge of fate Phasing in with tyranny Under nihilistic principles The stain is cast from fading but stands as the terrestrial Watch the ships and set in sail Tie the noose and let the end prevail Torn to centre the act of freedom Broken into cause of treason Blurring out from pace of time The melting pot meets state of mind When you can't take the pressure In the dimension you perceive Do you watch the clocks Or lose the anchor And learn how to be free?

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Hangover Symphony in A Minor

This circumcision in my head is rattling through bare bone Under the light i seek The antidote to breach This agony Fabricated in a state of conscious apathy Where man renders days alone

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Swarm

They haunt the roads as barricades And stunt me from my path I stumble through the clockwork Shifting Ready to collapse The fog of war is layering over Corrosion fixes to the platter Jaw shut tight and expelled from motion Where mentality cripples in the illusion of matter Fix these tendons to a wooden cross So panic drains thinly from the frame As I frantically start to twist and turn Convinced I'm far from sane

[kropotkindersurprise]

August 15 2015 - Neonazi group National Action organized a “White Man March” through Liverpool that was supposed to go down in history as a glorious victory for British nationalists, racists and fascists. To quote National Action’s twitter account: “In years to come, your grandchildren will speak of this day and how NA made history. Prepare Yourselves”.

An amazing tens of fascists managed to show up, and they were greeted by hundreds of antifascists. Most of the fascists couldn’t even get out of the train station before being attacked and covered in milk and eggs, and then quickly hiding in a ‘lost and found’ kiosk behind a line of police, surrounded by hundreds of antifascists. Some unlucky fascists who found themselves outside of the station got a kicking and had to be rescued by the cops.

In the end all of the brave men and women of National Action and the other fascist groups that showed up had to be saved by the police and driven out of town in police vans, while listening to chants of “If it wasn’t for the coppers you’d be dead!”

Liverpool residents and antifa from all over the country then proceeded to march through the city in celebration of a resounding victory for antifascism, diversity and the multicultural city of Liverpool.  [video]/[video]/[video]/[video]/[article]

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Fucking right. Give the cunts a good hiding before they even step foot on the street.

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Staring at the sun

A ball of fire draws closer to earth

Glazing the spirit paralysed in a curse

This strait jacket effect detains judgement from railing open

Fists broken and scarred but clutching on in vain

Bent on intoxication

Praising the illusion of fun

Life and death are shades of grey while staring at the sun

(A poem about feeling shitty and useless. You're not. I probably am)

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This Little Piggy

CW: suicide references.

 I haven’t posted for a while but here’s a new one anyway.

This little piggy made the tabloids with a giro cheque

This little piggy awaits the moment it starves to death

This little piggy was imprisoned for theft.

 He was caught red handed trying to feed a family of four with nothing left

This little piggy hides from unwanted guests, the pork belly shrivels away from the shadowy debts

This little piggy works but the burden persists

This little piggy was discreetly faded off their list

This little piggy pleads in a phase of personal famine Impoverished and desperate to waiver from a heavy landing

This little piggy swings from neck to chandelier

This little piggy scorns it's own in distorted fear

This little piggy lost it's home

This little piggy died young, cold and alone

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Werewolf days

The beast within bonded by the demise of a martyr... Mimicking the art of suffocation Stated by name, carved to the soul The ritual of ballistics set ablaze, injecting venom through the jugular vein Fortune restrains as madness rearranges intertwined to collide with calamity astray

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isolation game

It's been a while since I've done prose and writer's block's been kicking my ass so I thought I'd give it a go. Enjoy. Here I lay in cryogenic slumber, carefully detached from animation. The agony is slowly crusting over, caressing my anatomy and tightening with every quiver. An inferno rises through devastation as the demon prepares to devour it's prey, preserving the face of sustainable torment. An acolyte reaping it's cure for hunger.

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Rationing Oxygen

Bit of a rough one. I'll say flash fiction because I'm just that edgy, ask your Nan if you don't believe me but, go ed. Have a geg.

four white panes of chronic delusion

secure their duty in exile.

I struggle to breathe

as I beg to believe

that my tomb will succumb to this trial.

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Architect

Within every scar is a story to be told

An essence of character where legacy unfolds

Through the dead weights of pain, our structures build on

As we root through the cracks which define us as one

Resignation is tempting but we stand to refrain

as we saw through the shackles which hold us as game

When sanity is a rarity withdrawing from grip

Stripping down our aspirations

Breaking down the edge with a noose around the neck

Structures can break through climatic distress

As they crumble through the ages until eternal rest

But united through labour, we will regain control

To rebuild and improve for the ultimate goal

So gather your strength and carry the pain

Let it ache to the fade then refresh and regain

Resist the oppressions forbidden to trust

Til' we collate our afflictions and burn them to dust

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Jar of Silver

This is about when I was about 15 and living with my dad. He'd just lost his job and he was struggling on the dole, especially with the small amount of money he had to run everything.with. We used to keep an empty bottle of wine in which we would put 5p pieces into for the sake of saving up, but it was frequently taken from by people I don't want to mention.

Inhabitations break and collapse

Diminished to rubble, reforming the class

Of what once stood tall has decomposed to fall

I bear witness and victim to the smoke in my eye

Dismembering visions where hope would reside

The dreamers have faded from printed construction

Political coercion builds domestic corruption

Delusion

Illusion

That's all we had left in a fading jar of silver

Depleting through the virus of oppression, slavery and theft.

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Eviscerate the Non - Believer

Blood for oil and oil for gold

Manic depression and another corpse decomposed

Voluntary genocide to diminish population

So the profits arise through the oppressor's collaboration

The pool of tax is painted red

While we swear our loyalty and linger with the dead

Our kingdom of freedom in a tiny portion

Built on exploitation and persistent distortion

So when you dance with the diseased, you better march in line

Or remain a victim of treason, tortured for their crimes

[dailyanarchist]

Someone should arrest them or something.

http://dailyanarchist.tumblr.com/

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This all over.