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“The first time it is a mistake”
Tribute – Rypa I’m bristling with hate again.I’m edging on destruction.With no one else to blame.My own folly my own actions. A wolf tried making friends with preyby going vegetarian,as if once you had changed your ways,they suddenly would let … Continue reading
Posted in Hip Hop, Literature and Writing, Lyrics, Poems
Tagged Extinction, Hip Hop, Lyrics, Poem, poems, poetry, rypa.net, writing
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You…
Like prison sentences, end to end,sixty millennia, all in all.Here’s what I cannot understand –how come I haven’t learned at all?How come I’m as defenseless nowas I had been in that first life?I ‘m buying words wholesale, althoughI know they’re … Continue reading
Hunger
Your hunger is a beacon in the dark, a mirror image of my own spark. I close my eyes and I can hear your call. If this is hell, then, god, please let me fall! Rip off my dress, my … Continue reading
War Hawks
I’m so tired of human wars, Never-ending holocaust; All the futures that are lost In a single blinding flash. Missiles raining from the sky. Buildings crumble, people die. Nobody questions why. Corporations count the cash. Local conflicts over oil. … Continue reading
The Chronicles of a Collapse
A physicist with a world name
He couldn’t figure out the math.
The university had not paid scientist salaries for months.
Of the research assistants that he had
three left, one wound up dead.
There are riots on the streets each day. There are four hour lines for bread.
Equations blooming in his mind
are so precise and so right,
but he cannot afford to pay his bills. His wife cries every night. Continue reading
The fear had pecked a hole inside…
The fear had pecked a hole inside With its long pointed beak. My fists went limp – I couldn’t fight. My mouth wouldn’t speak. I saw a threat beneath each tree, Behind each closed door. I chained my will … Continue reading
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Tagged deshtor, http://deshtor.com, Julie Deshtor, Poem, poetry
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Lot’s Wife
I have been turned into a pillar of salt. The sky is coming down. It’s raining ambers. All around Are falling shards of our shattered world. Our city, our city burns. Our palisades succumb to hungry fires. Bodies light up … Continue reading
Posted in Literature and Writing, Poems
Tagged deshtor, Julie Deshtor, lot's wife, Poem, poetry
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Tree
My leaves are green, although my trunk is splintered, And my old bark is blackened and decayed. I live alone, surrounded by buildings. I just stand here in the wind, and sway. The sky is not as blue as I … Continue reading
Posted in Literature and Writing, Poems
Tagged ecology, environment, Poem, poetry, tree, trees
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Shark Attack
If you are into swimming, you should know That a great white attacked a man offshore. He dove in from his boat, and to his horror There was a great white waiting down below. But our diver did not … Continue reading
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Tagged funny, Poem, poetry, shark, shark attack
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I am pacing…
I am pacing like a caged panther. I am growling at the crowd. White-hot, glowing, molten anger – Let me go, let me go, let me out! I will break free somehow, I swear, of the present which makes no … Continue reading
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