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Socialism: An Editorial

22:13 Nov 05 2010
Times Read: 588


Good evening my dear,

Would you please take my hand?

We're about to descend,

To that far away land



You know the one,

Full of magic and wonder

Where everything's peaceful,

Even lightning and thunder



Where a river of happiness,

Flows down the hill

And we all get to drink,

Til' each one has their fill



Sunshine and skittles,

Are the foods that we eat

And the dreams that we have,

Are laid down at our feet



No effort required,

Just a wish and a hope

Your life is made perfect,

No reasons to mope



No sadness or fear,

No enemies to fight

And all our opinions,

Can somehow be right



A place where the darkness,

Won't diminish your glow

Where the madness is welcomed,

As a friend not a foe



And all of the people,

You've met in your life

Only have blessings,

And never bring strife



They call it utopia,

Land of perfection

and it's yours to be had,

Without further inspection



Just step through that door,

And release all your doubt

Lock it firmly behind you,

Lest the magic get out



Did I mention that sometimes,

There's death and destruction?

But only if you choose,

To resist the seduction.



For the Few know what's right,

And the masses, they follow

But if you disagree,

Then your brain must be hollow



That Hammer and Sickle,

Make the perfect impression

If you only desire,

More lies and regression



Take that 3 mile walk,

For just 1 loaf of bread

It goes great with your cousin,

Who starved and lies dead



And that free doctor's visit,

Would have saved your old mother

But they had to decide,

Between her or your brother



If you don't like these words,

Or your slightly offended

I'll be glad to discuss it,

Though they won't be amended.



That's the beauty of freedom,

We can all disagree

And have differing values,

Yet achieve harmony



And to those who have fought,

To secure me that right

I offer you thanks

For your courage and plight



May I never be accused,

Of forsaking each breath

Which you bought with your blood

And secured with your death



To all that have fallen,

And those with their scars

My gratitude is boundless,

Like the night's sea of stars



I am honored to live,

In the U.S. of A

And if you don't like it,

You can go the fuck away


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EternalAutumn
EternalAutumn
01:24 Nov 06 2010

Love it love it love it love it love it love it love it.





xPsychex
xPsychex
05:12 Nov 06 2010

As wonderfully insightful as ever! Awesome!





DecadentDebauchery
DecadentDebauchery
06:37 Nov 06 2010

your words have brought insight

upon this dark and weary head

for I have traveled far this night

but found myself beginning instead



I shall take these words so bold

and place them in my chest

my journey ahead is still untold

but my now my head can rest...





atyourwindow
atyourwindow
01:59 Nov 07 2010

^.^ my brotha from another mutha lol A+++++





Laila696
Laila696
00:31 Nov 22 2010

i love it :)





 

True Crime

21:51 Nov 03 2010
Times Read: 603


Let's see if I can make this rhyme,

And break this little streak

Try to shine a ray of light,

So things won't seem so bleak



So many emotions that seem to convey,

A depth and breadth of soul

Yet underneath, so dark and cold,

A veritable black hole



The things I say and try to convey,

With efficient verbal means

Are somehow twisted and misconstrued,

Like one of Tim Burton's scenes



For Jack and Jill went up the hill,

To have a little chat

But Jacked fucked up and spilled his heart,

And Jill had none of that



She screamed and cursed and lost her mind,

What little there was to lose

And Jack was so surprised by this,

He hardly felt the bruise



For He had only meant to share his thoughts,

And maintain his honest ways

But Jill went ape-shit on that hill,

As though she were dismayed



Crazy as the day is long,

He thought as she spewed her hate

But in the end it's kind of hot

So, he asked her on a date



She ordered a sandwich to go with her soup,

He fed on her crazy ways

And when it came time for desseert to be had,

They both had been amazed



For both were very hungry,

But not for a menu choice

And Jack could could hear the hunger now,

As he listened to Jill's voice



What happened next defied his eyes,

As Jill disappeared from his sight

And he heard unzipping and felt a tug

To relieve him of his plight



How ironic he thought as her lips did their job,

"I was just about to leave"

But Jill was a master at keeping her men,

And she knew how to handle her Steve



So they both had their fill in that dark restaurant,

It's amazing they didn't get caught

And Jill was the kind who was worth all the drama,

At least that's what Jack had thought



The moral of this story is simple and true,

Sometimes crazy can blind you to truth

And no matter how hot or how sexually willing,

The ride isn't worth the pursuit



So the next time you see your own kind of Jill,

Walk away and just show her your back

Otherwise you may find at the end of the day,

You're just the next victim named Jack.









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PandorasBx
PandorasBx
22:15 Nov 03 2010

Heh, wow. Lust can only take you so far..





 

My Sweet

03:46 Nov 02 2010
Times Read: 618


To be present in the madness,

As the trip I take draws near

Is to embrace the light within the dark,

To banish all the fear.



Taking ownership of flesh and bone,

Fulfilling thirsty needs

As the silence and the screams collide,

Surrounding all my deeds



To know the thrill of one last kiss,

The crimson meal I prepare

As the light grows dim and flickers low,

Within your darkened stare



To know and to behold, my dear,

Are very different things

and every gasp which leaves your lips,

Does not erase the sting



The need to feed upon your flesh,

The resistance all for naught

For in the end I had my meal,

And in my web you're caught



Orgasmic in its nature,

As the waves cascade around

Pushing, pulling, strangled cries,

The ecstacy abounds



No desire to refrain exists,

No will to stop and think

Just your skin upon my lips,

The need to feed and drink



To see you writhe beneath my touch,

To hear you say my name

To know that I was all that mattered,

Every time you came.



The sweet release that masked the fear,

With every drop I took

To know these eyes were all you saw,

When taking your last look



No sorrow for your loss of life,

Nor regret for what I've done

For I'm a creature of the night,

Perhaps the Devil's son.


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LaPetiteMort
LaPetiteMort
06:18 Nov 02 2010

Another for the Database *hint, hint*








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