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@poetrex
Hi, Max expert here! Rapping & making memes is not funny, Maxes only do this when they're in extreme distress
Lenin, it's Wednesday!
I don't know what you're going through, but I see you going through it. I don't know where this tunnel ends— you bring a light into it, but with genocides, democratic backsliding, & war in Europe & the Gulf, it's hard to stay woke when every news cycle for months feels like three 9/11s a day & everything's broken, like "Yo dawg, I heard you like widening gyres so we put a Second Coming in your long-range fires! Gaze like a sunrise, moving its slow thighs—just wait'll that lion-body Bugatti be rocking that cradle: dropping that dark plenty; waking up stoned twenty, rough slouching to Bethlehem 'cause they pro-natal" Like Senator Warren, I have questions for Mr. Beast now them dogs got a taste for human flesh have been unleashed. Can't grasp this? 'Cause you're a sacabambaspis— Back To The Past with your Stab-In-The-Back Myths. The fact is, you fascists can't make enough lashes to enslave the new wave—your mass grave collapses. You're jawless! For the last time, your Lost Cause is balls to the wall for the emoluments clauses, like "Jay-Fack, this is Big Mac requesting RTB, we're black on PAC-3; Bingo fuel, Winchester FTG" I asked him how many MEUs he plan, he said he gets a new one from Camp Pendleton when they start dying so I said it sounds like you're feeding ARGs to Iran & his Commandant of the Marine Corps started crying
DECISIVE BATTLE RAP no cap, we ain't playin, it's Fin-de-Siècle maritime hecklers Corbett v Mahan & Julian's POUNDing this Dollar-Store Jomini right now, holy SHIT the Mahaniac's out of Line! This limey's LIT. Command of the Sea is yours, Sir, your flow's tighter— (slow clap'n from CAPT Hughes the STREETFIGHTER) "No fair!" huffed the SecWar. "Those terms were loaded. We don't 'sweep' for mines anymore—that's feminine-coded!" Giving Big Deck energy, he think the unthinkable: taking the berg's side when the Titanic's sinkable; fedpoasting Mr. monochrome Incredible red-laser-eyeing Ed McMahon on edibles I'M IN DANGER temple-tapping the sign of her body machine Spotify-rapping your rotten mind at the crime of the scene, 'cause I don't know what you're going through, but I see you going through it. I don't know where this tunnel ends but you bring a light into it & no, maybe this isn't the future that liberals wanted: Nuremberg 2.0 or a gas station that's haunted? Can't believe some of the wild stuff my friends say. "What a decade, huh?" Lenin, it's Wednesday!
25 years ago,
All our base were belong to us. Then... What happen? Someone set us up the bomb. But we had our chance to survive, Make our time. We knew what we doing: Take off every Zig!
Révolution Tranquille
le ciel est bleu, l'enfer est rouge; ces idolâtres ignorent les Juges! ta Grande Noirceur, le veau doré— poèle des coeurs: allez-y, touche!
je regret a t'inform que mes poèmes seront en franglais comme un boycottage culturel tandis que souris sont otages d'éléphant, et l'empereur nu clame mandat du ciel.
Le roi se saoulait de son fable; Puissances moyennes, unissez-vous! Mort aux fictions agréable— Si pas à table, t'es menu! Marchands d'légumes, animé par ce vibre Le nouvel ordre nous jetons Au place publique sonore, diverse et libre— Rénoncez tous les hégémons!
I watched The Complete History of the Earth & it made me think of you,
& if I were a millipede in the Silurian Period, would you still love me? I'd leave the ocean for a mushroom forest with no predators— but that world ended many times, & everything alive descends from its survivors. (Would you still love me if I fed on spiders?)
Liberty Baller
I brought a poem to the gunfight, I said a sword wouldn’t show ’em, but the Pen Might. So put down the Long Knives, say Good Night. Plant a Flower in your Power Barrel ironsight— You’re out of time; sonically, I’m blowing your Mind Like a Dandelion (& during war, this is fine) because I'm Colonized so I rap about Lilies, & Christ died so you’d know what the Dilly’s: On the Fourth of July, we make the Temple Capacious Whatever the Hue of their Faces, We do the Despot no Favors— Get In, Loser, ’cause we’re Hanging Jeff Davis! You heard right: Battle that Hymn at the gunfight, & I’ll make you Holy. Roll On the Liberty Ball until you know me. Ooh-wee! Red, White, & Blow Me A metaphor, I’ll show what you’re headed for— Where Pride goeth. Money where your Mouth is (You can Die Mad About This). You heard right: A poem to the gunfight. It’s triggering! Tongue in the cut like it Let Freedom Ring Facts: I’ll water that Tree with your fascist Axe Then rack your geriatric ass like a Hat Trick. Your credit is cashless; This Machine is Killin’ It— Take your Shining City & put a Hill in it, America! I pull out a poem at the gunfight, Said a sword wouldn’t show ’em & I'm hoping the Pen Might Bullet Rhyme! Hit like a .303, High Fidelity Sublime, spottin’ the shot droppin’ the Thought Felony. Boss make a nickel, I turn on a Dime— Can't regulate the Need, no, 'cause all of my Haters turn to Naders when I’m "Unsafe at any speed" Al Gore ya! Vacate the China Shop, I implore ya! Got a Bullish feeling that this Market'll floor your Sic Semper; clean your room, I got a Temper: Click-click Boom, you're in the History Hamper! Bang & a whimper, your Dirty Laundry Blondie got me plottin' to be Back to the Future to re-assassinate Mahatma Gandhi (What?) You heard right! A poem to the gunfight. It’s triggering; Tongue in the cut like it Let Freedom Ring Facts: I’ll water that Tree with your fascist Axe & Then rack your geriatric ass like a Hat Trick. Your credit is cashless; This Machine is Killin’ It— Take your Shining City & put a Hill in it, America! I pull out a poem at the gunfight, Knowin' the sword wouldn’t show ’em, but the Pen Might Put the Bomb in your Wicka-wick-wickatty Dot Com, 'cause I'm a Atom Smasher, the Party Crasher, my tongue-lashin' Paint the town red with your Face like it was Fast Fashion. I Double Dare you—prepare to duel! 1-v-2, I'll Chew ’em up Lit & then Spit ’em fire like Rocket Fuel, I'm Cyclops of the Hip-Hoppers, the visor's off & I will Verbally Laser a lowlife holding High Office. Look away; if you're an Alpha, I'm a Gamma Ray: Penetrate your mother so hard I make your Grandma gape Like Watergate (What?) You heard right! Poem to the gunfight. It's triggering; Tongue in the cut like it Let Freedom Ring Facts: I'll water that Tree with your fascist Axe & Then I'll rack your geriatric ass like a Hat Trick. Ouch! Your credit is cashless; This Machine is Killin' It— Take your Shining City & put a Hill in it, America! I brought a poem to the gunfight. A sword wouldn't show 'em but I'm hoping the Pen Might. One more historic moment I can’t vote in, but no law stoppin’ me From droppin’ Hot Bops on the campaign trail for my J. B. Because I put the ‘G’ in the O.G. G.O.P., I be Reconstructing memes for my Radical Republican Teens In Jeopardy: What, to the Fifth of July, is Juneteenth? Only 1860s Kids will Get This, but check this scene: This rap is in memory of Phillip G. & George D., Privates, 2nd Ohio Volunteer Infantry. So Rally 'Round the Ballot, I'm on my knees, I'm beggin' please Don’t make me March Through Georgia again, B Let them Rest In Peace. * * * Written July 2024.
Today, so as never to clip the wingspan of truth, I am writing to you from the heart of the wound, from the bullseye of ache. I am writing in pain, friends, knowing many (if not most of you) are in some kind of pain as well.
Because I realized that if I only reach out to you from the healed place, from the lesson learned, then we don't get to sit in vulnerability together. Neatly resolved stories signal that the exploration is over. Sometimes it's not about knowing the answer, but being inside the question together. Being inside the hardest winter together. Being beside each other in the cold when, finally, the first brave sprout pushes through the hard earth, and a smile breaks the surface of our faces, and another season of our lives is upon us. And we gasp in color.
The Hardest Winter of My Life | Andrea Gibson
LIVE FROM THE HEART OF THE WOUND, TED CAN YOU TELL US WHAT'S GOING IN THERE
Thank you, Raven. Witnesses described the "tragic" scene today, as a bus full of children plunged into the bullseye of ache, leaving only the driver alive. Just a devastating loss leaving many questions with no answers, but Raven, when you consider that the kids had no agency in this, that's not truly Tragic in the Greek sense it's more an example of Pathos, so more accurately described as "pathetic" but our uh, cameraman seems to be indicating some technical—no? Oh wow!
Raven, as you can see, large crowds have begun sitting together in their vulnerability. Excuse me, si–err, ma'am? Citizen? Are you aware of what the poets are doing?
Painfully so, yes. But I'm equally concerned with where the poets are being.
Can you tell us when the hardest winter will end?
Ideally never, but these things tend to come and go.
Astonishing. Raven, I've just been informed that another season of our lives is upon us, everyone here is gasping in color. How does that feel?
GO SPROUTS!!!
Word. For Lessons Learned, I'm Ted Bearman. Back to you, Raven.
CAW!!!
Mama Raised A Working Man (Deep River Blues)
[A]When Christ came back, [F#dim]or so I'm told [A]He showed up first for [D7]the womenfolk, He said [A]I got them deep river [E7]blues[E7+5][E7] [A]Can't describe [F#dim]the Hell I seen [A]No, he just cried to Mary [D7]Magdalene, He said [A]I got them [E7]deep river [A]blues [A]And mother dear, [F#dim]dry your tears, He said [A]I'll come back here wearing [D7]bunny ears [A]'Cause I got them deep river [E7]blues[E7+5][E7] [A]Mama raised [F#dim]a working man [A]Ain't no richfolk in the [D7]promised land, He said [A]I got them [E7]deep river [A]blues [A]But you don't need [F#dim]to cry for me— [A]The fishes have [D7]a grand old spree when [A]I get them deep river [E7]blues[E7+5][E7] [A]So let the rain [F#dim]fill our graves [A]I'll be dancing over [D7]Jordan's waves when [A]I get them [E7]deep river [A]blues [A]The Prince of Peace [F#dim]between two thieves [A]They nailed my brothers [D7]to them trees [A]Now I got them deep river [E7]blues[E7+5][E7] [A]Mama raised [F#dim]a working man [A]Whose thorny crown is in the [D7]promised land, He said [A]I got them [E7]deep river [A]blues, yeah [A]I got them [E7]deep river [A]blues
သီခ်င္းတီးလံုးနဲ႔ ေနာက္ခံ႐ူခင္း လိုက္ဖက္ေနမႈ မနက္ကသတင္းေတြမသိခင္ ပံုမွန္တိုင္း ၿပိဳင္ပြဲတင္ဖို႔သြားကတဲ့videoေလးက အမွတ္တရ ျဖစ္သြားတာေပါ့ကေနရင္း ရဟတ္ယာဥ္ေတြ တဝီဝီ ကားေတြတဝူးဝူး ေသနတ္ႀကီးေတြနဲ႔ တစ္ေနရာရာကမ်ား ခ်ိန္ထားမလားေပါ့ ဦးရဲႀကီးေတြကေတာ့ ၿပံဳးၿပံဳးႀကီးေတြ ၾကည့္ၿပီး ျပန္ေတာ့မလို့လားေတာင္ ႏွုတ္ဆက္လိုက္ေသး
The music and the background match perfectly. Before I knew the morning news, the video I went to post as usual became a memorable one. Helicopters, cars, and big guns were pointed at me from all over the place. The police officers looked at me with big smiles. They even said goodbye, saying they would never come back.
– Khaing Hnin Wai
Bloodlands
after Timothy Snyder a man walks through a window: the joke with a thousand faces— (stop me if you've heard this one before) a postcard from our imminent murder says Wish You Were Here: the radical redistribution of hunger. a man walks in with a bar, two rabbis and a blonde (stop me) says ‘who is going to pay for all this glass?’ 14 million times 1 and between one and nothing an infinity. a man walks in with a nun— we do not know them we cannot tell a rescuer from a rapist (stop) a postcard from our imminent murder. * * * Written October 2022.
SECDEF CHALLENGES THE ATLANTIC EDITOR TO JET DUEL
"You're talking about a deceitful and highly discredited so-called Tier 5 jet jockey who's made a profession of exploiting the unfairly slow scan period in standard search," said Hegseth on official War Thunder forums Tuesday, referring to a classified diagram of an Active Electronically Scanned Array radar.
"Skill issue," replied user Hilary 'JDAM' Clinton shortly before forum moderators locked the thread and deleted the attached files.
U.S. national-security leaders included me in a group chat about upcoming military strikes in Yemen. I didn’t think it could be real. Then t
DANIELLE SMITH LIKENS POILIEVRE TO TRUMP Pierre is "very much in sync with ... the new direction in America," Smith told Breitbart News Saturday as Poilievre frantically shook his head and banged on the soundproof glass. "I can neither confirm nor deny the existence of any records matching your request," said the Conservative Party leader, who lacks the security clearance to make any principled statement contradicting Alberta's Premier.
Mengzi didn't ask for this: Gazing long on Pascal's Basilisk Monkey Pawing for villain Zhou Venture Capitalists Raw-dogging they keylogging stop-&-frisk Unpriced risk into every system of our edifice. Foucault those guys' Panoptic obelisk— The Shang resist! 10000 lines of code cannot paywall our fist.