Submissions by kriticool
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
.:Wholly Fathered By Unseen Answers:.
God & country?
Whose god and whose country?
We ask this as acts of possession are practiced
Purported & supported as a right by holier than thou fools
Loading up with their tools used to oppress; we're not impressed
Yet here remaining vigilant on the lookout for the concealment
You know.. the watchful on the hunt; the OVERLY diligent
Ever the mindful as these devilish sycophants
Watch them as they regress. Patience none; mine they wanna test
Tea sippers in their ruby red-state slippers
Bold cold enemies lost inside their illusion
Into the...
Whose god and whose country?
We ask this as acts of possession are practiced
Purported & supported as a right by holier than thou fools
Loading up with their tools used to oppress; we're not impressed
Yet here remaining vigilant on the lookout for the concealment
You know.. the watchful on the hunt; the OVERLY diligent
Ever the mindful as these devilish sycophants
Watch them as they regress. Patience none; mine they wanna test
Tea sippers in their ruby red-state slippers
Bold cold enemies lost inside their illusion
Into the...
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.:Day to Day:.
We gonna take off another pissed moan day
Put 'em back-on-their back-on dues day
Wanna birth? Gotta do-a New Kid’s day
Gonna keep it all dry that thirst day
Do a fun-‘er-real on that cry day
Run-it real what we steal for a fatter day
Miss her wedding; hold-it-off ‘til someday
Guess-her-gone-day.. was "that" best day
Two-sorrows gone farther swept the year away
Never-ever change things…now does they?
Lifetime of soured wine thinking Lady Day
Spooked the past; didn’t last saying ok
Future bright; said goodnight just to...
Put 'em back-on-their back-on dues day
Wanna birth? Gotta do-a New Kid’s day
Gonna keep it all dry that thirst day
Do a fun-‘er-real on that cry day
Run-it real what we steal for a fatter day
Miss her wedding; hold-it-off ‘til someday
Guess-her-gone-day.. was "that" best day
Two-sorrows gone farther swept the year away
Never-ever change things…now does they?
Lifetime of soured wine thinking Lady Day
Spooked the past; didn’t last saying ok
Future bright; said goodnight just to...
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.:Eye Got The Blank Stare:.
kid -
napped
slept right through the whole bit; a lullaby
giving me less than a grand goodbye
this gift; the last rift
a non - comforting display of artful erosion
empty words by me they were taken
when received?
they felt…not to be mistaken
she’s now caught (up) short and very red handed
eyes were upset - so my eyes
they demanded
yet all my eyes received was that blank stare
micro-bits of hard wrung tears
enjoined by a bitter task;
the unmasking of her unseen affairs ...
napped
slept right through the whole bit; a lullaby
giving me less than a grand goodbye
this gift; the last rift
a non - comforting display of artful erosion
empty words by me they were taken
when received?
they felt…not to be mistaken
she’s now caught (up) short and very red handed
eyes were upset - so my eyes
they demanded
yet all my eyes received was that blank stare
micro-bits of hard wrung tears
enjoined by a bitter task;
the unmasking of her unseen affairs ...
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.:J&S Customs:.
Back in the day during those coldest of winters
We slung that ice that never hinders
EnaBling us to touchdown in every Chill Spot
Me and the crew serving ‘em with The Best of the What-Not
Tip-top, each of us,,, we were on that come up
Our only gang sign was a gloved hand thumbs up
Our thing,,, keeping the funds up
Pound by pound had it going on while keeping that low profile
That was Our Style, and we’d be onnit.
Grinding. Getting’ it on for a bunch of days
The way we played was always a set to amaze
No malaise…never finding...
We slung that ice that never hinders
EnaBling us to touchdown in every Chill Spot
Me and the crew serving ‘em with The Best of the What-Not
Tip-top, each of us,,, we were on that come up
Our only gang sign was a gloved hand thumbs up
Our thing,,, keeping the funds up
Pound by pound had it going on while keeping that low profile
That was Our Style, and we’d be onnit.
Grinding. Getting’ it on for a bunch of days
The way we played was always a set to amaze
No malaise…never finding...
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.:se7en - post mortem:.
Once upon a time..
There was The Pitt-man
There was The Spacey-man and
The…Free-man
Being out of sorts they were kind of solemn
But.. Indeed they were good sports
Trading their philosophical retorts
Smug-like smiles; the questioning of styles
Just bantering about amongst themselves
Cryptic; while not at all too explicit
Sharing a litany of unreasonable reasons
They, together entered Pitt’s clogged ear
Human frailty went in as well
To perform by storm an unmasking of Hell
The Free-man, his...
There was The Pitt-man
There was The Spacey-man and
The…Free-man
Being out of sorts they were kind of solemn
But.. Indeed they were good sports
Trading their philosophical retorts
Smug-like smiles; the questioning of styles
Just bantering about amongst themselves
Cryptic; while not at all too explicit
Sharing a litany of unreasonable reasons
They, together entered Pitt’s clogged ear
Human frailty went in as well
To perform by storm an unmasking of Hell
The Free-man, his...
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.:The Art of Not Being Famished:.
Since that capture, the rapture of you as my mistress
I’ve been a pretty good witness
And you’ve never been at your wit’s end
You’ve certainly been
The one; the one who keeps making this
Propagating this
into
another
Let’s cum again ’til its over
Slithering
Down
You do this…seamlessly without sound
While pound for precious pound
Without trust...but in lust
I’m again here
Lifting you
Still wondering what he would do?
As I've got you
Following along ...
I’ve been a pretty good witness
And you’ve never been at your wit’s end
You’ve certainly been
The one; the one who keeps making this
Propagating this
into
another
Let’s cum again ’til its over
Slithering
Down
You do this…seamlessly without sound
While pound for precious pound
Without trust...but in lust
I’m again here
Lifting you
Still wondering what he would do?
As I've got you
Following along ...
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.:This is Never Fun:.
Trust Me, I said, I know I’m going to be home right directly”
That was the last thing I said before the call dropped.
Right then my heart stopped. It was that Bang; that Boom…and
I’m again weak at the knees. I’m yelling to myself one more week
Oh God…Please I’m again inside another moment of not knowing. Exactly
Guess it’s what kept me from getting done in
That’d surely be a sin Oh God...this is more of this shit we're in.
This is never ever fun. As I’m now running through goat dung
One foot churning in front of the other..
Both my feet are here...
That was the last thing I said before the call dropped.
Right then my heart stopped. It was that Bang; that Boom…and
I’m again weak at the knees. I’m yelling to myself one more week
Oh God…Please I’m again inside another moment of not knowing. Exactly
Guess it’s what kept me from getting done in
That’d surely be a sin Oh God...this is more of this shit we're in.
This is never ever fun. As I’m now running through goat dung
One foot churning in front of the other..
Both my feet are here...
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.:Heads and Tales:.
this write, this is for the democrat and the republican
the independents and those on-the-fringe curmudgeons
the main streeters and all them wall streeters
them investment managers, them brokers
the ones in disguise; the industrial plant eaters
closers as posers; the manipulators
the ones who place lives on meters; calling ‘em
bottom feeders
can’t forget those saints Pete’s & Paulee’s
the one’s in those torn wife-beaters
and those thugs who need hugs
but instead they just squeezing off them glock triggers
included in...
the independents and those on-the-fringe curmudgeons
the main streeters and all them wall streeters
them investment managers, them brokers
the ones in disguise; the industrial plant eaters
closers as posers; the manipulators
the ones who place lives on meters; calling ‘em
bottom feeders
can’t forget those saints Pete’s & Paulee’s
the one’s in those torn wife-beaters
and those thugs who need hugs
but instead they just squeezing off them glock triggers
included in...
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.:strip klub:.
this is not a cover-up; y'all hafta ante up
knowing full well, everything here is sacred & secret
but is this about who your wood-wanna freak wit?
naw, not at all...that's a private call
this is more like a public wardrobe malfunction
similar to an exclusive albeit open-ended luncheon
a gathering of hotties here at this mostly male function
it is here where the silky stream steams
at least that's how it seems
where each engineer..
he's feeling he's the only engine near
horny-rimmed goggles and mugs
them solo shots by pseudo pimps...
knowing full well, everything here is sacred & secret
but is this about who your wood-wanna freak wit?
naw, not at all...that's a private call
this is more like a public wardrobe malfunction
similar to an exclusive albeit open-ended luncheon
a gathering of hotties here at this mostly male function
it is here where the silky stream steams
at least that's how it seems
where each engineer..
he's feeling he's the only engine near
horny-rimmed goggles and mugs
them solo shots by pseudo pimps...
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.:Lil'Penny and The Wily Dude:.
Lil`Penny always dreamt of being a Big Dollah.
She’d get up on the table and make ‘em all holla.
They’d scream and beckon..
She'd reckon…she’d wreck shop with what she’d drop.
Which was far removed from what them other shawties got.
Not one to fool herself Lil`Penny was well aware of her physical wealth
Well aware of her presence and that reciprocatin' stare.
See girlfriend was rare; plus she was smart.
Snatch up a Playuh’s stash and his heart.
Let’s face it...she’d encase it.
Put it on display; just like her style.
Jokers who crept up be...
She’d get up on the table and make ‘em all holla.
They’d scream and beckon..
She'd reckon…she’d wreck shop with what she’d drop.
Which was far removed from what them other shawties got.
Not one to fool herself Lil`Penny was well aware of her physical wealth
Well aware of her presence and that reciprocatin' stare.
See girlfriend was rare; plus she was smart.
Snatch up a Playuh’s stash and his heart.
Let’s face it...she’d encase it.
Put it on display; just like her style.
Jokers who crept up be...
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.:The Love I Never Had:.
my
chest
cavernous
still &
still feeling empty
best bet
my need to forget
forgetting what my eyes
what they wanted to remember
my heart
a hole in one
still beating
took
a beating
my dream leaving
left
not right
no love; gone
can’t call it fleeting
more like
self-deceiving
myself
alone
no one else
hers
was a mind
a body of illusion
that’s now my conclusion
love’s vision
a song sung...
chest
cavernous
still &
still feeling empty
best bet
my need to forget
forgetting what my eyes
what they wanted to remember
my heart
a hole in one
still beating
took
a beating
my dream leaving
left
not right
no love; gone
can’t call it fleeting
more like
self-deceiving
myself
alone
no one else
hers
was a mind
a body of illusion
that’s now my conclusion
love’s vision
a song sung...
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.:King and Queen of The Bungle:.
Remember Uptown?
Zoo York, Central Park...near that watering hole?
We got caught; tangled in those opaque conversations
Out in the clearing there seemed some run astray moments
Most of 'em...moments with thick stagnation
They seemed intentionally unclear
Hanging out there. Like grazing gazelles beyond our grasp
Who would've thought paradise wouldn't last?
Now it would appear there's repulsion
The unveiling of those omitted cuts of Our Tallest Tales
Twin thoughts. Mindsets given up on maintaining
The stress and the...
Zoo York, Central Park...near that watering hole?
We got caught; tangled in those opaque conversations
Out in the clearing there seemed some run astray moments
Most of 'em...moments with thick stagnation
They seemed intentionally unclear
Hanging out there. Like grazing gazelles beyond our grasp
Who would've thought paradise wouldn't last?
Now it would appear there's repulsion
The unveiling of those omitted cuts of Our Tallest Tales
Twin thoughts. Mindsets given up on maintaining
The stress and the...
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