2 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
La foto de 'n fiore che bacia l'asfalto.
Vòle commove. A me non me tocca.
Un altro ragazzo compie quel salto.
Sbattono i denti. Trema la bocca.
Roma te odio. Io te disprezzo.
Nutri da dentro figli incoscienti.
Io so' diverso e ne pago il prezzo.
Bevo er veleno degli indifferenti.
L'odio che ho 'n corpo me sbatte per terra.
De vive e soffri'... basta. So' stanco.
Continuala tu, se vòi, questa guerra.
Io nun riesco. Volo e me schianto.
This Doesn't Mean Anything, I Swear!A pot-bellied pigThis Doesn't Mean Anything, I Swear!21 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Dragging us by our collars
He keeps us in check
my generationendless hours gone in the blink of an eyemy generation5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
the clock is ticking.
work hard and feel bad, or
do nothing, feel worse.
cellular designingwith the taste of death in the back of my throat,cellular designing21 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I live to outlast all those who gloat,
Thinking your safe on the same sinking boat,
Expecting me to plug the leak and then asking me to speak,
My destiny withers and my will remains discrete,
When eye to eye we finally meet behind each blink will defeat,
All of history, no lands, no seas, no want to need,
No need to be, no destiny, no trees, no breeze,
no those, no these, no please, no thank you from the
kindness of your soul, no blindness without goals,
You can't define this without finding this,
Read my shining list. Dodge my winding fist.
Catch my intertwining twists. Shamalama ding dong.
This your sing along to your grinding misses,
Leaving all your kisses crushed by broken dreams,
Torn apart hearts and your lady's spoken screams,
Tearing at the seems the women seems to mean,
If we are not rich and famous we're already charlie sheen,
We're winning, we're spinning out in space,
We've dropped off the face of this planetary race,
g20cancer -g2039 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
all- and self-destructive
a mantra of lies told
to willing ears
unwilling to consider
what it is that grows
and never stops.
it never stops, no end until
everything around it starves to death,
happily poisoned by the reassurances
of cooperation, death in altruism's gown.
it's not even a question of capitalism anymore.
it is a question of
swearing their allegiance to a body
who will not be there to confront
the disloyal killers.