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Why Are You Pissed Off?
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Crumbling Planet
Chemicals emit layover rads
from old experiments. Too much
dirty air evicted from volcanos
where toxins were dumped. The
ground from long ago was a grave
for carcinogens.
The cause of anger could not
be the wonderful economy we
are enjoying and the near full
employment with high wages
and great benefits.
Poverty is no plumbing, no lights,
and no access to transportation
or the new social gathering places
on line. Anger comes from that
far too often.
Anger is still there, passed by on
the sidewalk with a frown and no nod.
Accompanied with some terrible plan
to ruin the day of those you encounter.
Anger has no real agenda as it transfers
misery. From Hell is not the best way
to live.
If I kill your dog, okay. Hurt
your kid, flirt with your husband,
steal your stuff. Fine. I deserve
what I get from you. But for no cause
other than you think you can
get away with being really unkind
or raging mean to me with fires
of hatred burning visciousness
and malice in your voice and eyes.
That is no way to live either. If
unacknowledged and totaly ignored,
you will become powerless in a
cowardly clandestine attempt to
communicate unwarrented filth
and unwitnessed disdain.
allets
03-09-15
420p
Ok you make me feel bad about
Ok you make me feel bad about my public private tants and rants :/... well, that didnt last long. Im off to decompress pssssssssssSS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Noooooooooo!
U gotta B U. Always. I change up every now and then, but ranting is a PostPoem tradition (yr baby assuredly). U taught me the format and some days I let it rip! Decompression is overrated. (smile). See you around the site SS ~slc~
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Violent visions !!!
Respected Star Your words are scorching.. No wonder people don't come close to stars
I've made a magic mirror for myself
It reflects me as an ideal Man
Come break my mirror of thoughts
Try and try if you can
So from mirrors I flee
Wading in the deepest ocean
Tall enough for hallucination
Fuming stars an inspiration ?
©bishu
I Wish
we all owned Ideal mirrors - full of joy and liberation of mind and heart. I vascillate - and will work on avoiding mirrors too :D ~Star~
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Very nice, Very hard,
Very drawn, very true. The guilt is on the face and twisted, but realisation comes and goes. I could hate on myself for days... but it gets me nowhere. other than a big metaphorical indifferent plastic void sucking the positive and even then negative out of the enviroment. Just off. Very heavy, when we look at ourselves. This reminded me of M.J.'s song, Man in the mirror. ♪If you wanna make the world a better place, take a look at yourself and make a change.♪ Which is so true. We're all talking mirrors, and this is the carnival funhouse's room of mirrors.... Some mirrors make you look ugly, some mirrors make you look beautiful; and everything inbetween.
Mirror Mirror On Them All
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Inside is where change happens, then it is externalized, ripples go out like disturbed water to touch all kinds of strange and unsuspecting shores. Thanks for the comment that is ponder worthy indeed. We all self-hate, I suppose, sometime or other or for some all the time, but the mirror never lies - the real one anyway. Be well ~Star~
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I had to Do a Dan version to a Great Write !
I walk the streets alone
looking never for trouble
but always ready
an for no other reason than you think
you can get away with
being really unkind or raging mean to others
with fires of hatred burning within your
vicious and malice eyes.
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well if you'd take only a moment
you would see the danger's you'er facing
with your clandestine communications
of unwarranted dislike.
you have spent so much of your time
picking fights with people who won't or can't
fight back
Look into the mirror
look into your eyes
the windows to ones soul for the cause
of so much rage.
You hate what is in the mirror and have
mistaken it for those who are innocent.
But your biggest mistake by far is
Mistaking Me for one of Innocents
I my foolish friend am Your Worst fucking nightmare !
I am you x ten
My hate'rd comes from surviving years of abuse
from people like you
My strength comes from the same place
You want to dance with the devil
just push play !
Every story-teller bends the myth to his own purpose. that's why a Hero has a thousand faces
I loved the
I loved the exchange.
Perspective is a wanton path
That leads to the
Middle. . .east
At least. That's where I went
Closer To Home
A poem about people who are mean when no one is looking to just be mean without cause due to low self-esteem or too much anger to contain. It happens all the time and the world (including the mid-east) is sadder for it. Sometimes the mirror contains an unrecognizable visage. slc
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This Is Hero Stuff, Dan
Okay, tough guy, that last line was sweet - an invite to dance. A few chords struck are still twanging and jangling down the strings - whew and break out the suture kit, bone setter, wire for the jaw, tooth implants (a prosthetic foot). Okay self-examination is one way - a lil help can't hurt (much). Great Answer Poem! - slc
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