Submissions by kriticool
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
.:Killadelphia:.
In these grave times this is what we find...MAN-unkind
Conducting killings in 99% of all The Occupied Spaces
And what’s now being conveyed is in reference to these places
The killings of whom we kill because
we don’t care about any traces
Hard life… to Death
All the time is what one faces
Ferocious like Death Squads and their craving just won’t wilt
Kill-Skills begetting thrills wherein alotta blood gets spilt
The absence of guilt while the hammer gets fed
our chilly ability for “Making one dead”
again, MAN
-unkind...tell...
Conducting killings in 99% of all The Occupied Spaces
And what’s now being conveyed is in reference to these places
The killings of whom we kill because
we don’t care about any traces
Hard life… to Death
All the time is what one faces
Ferocious like Death Squads and their craving just won’t wilt
Kill-Skills begetting thrills wherein alotta blood gets spilt
The absence of guilt while the hammer gets fed
our chilly ability for “Making one dead”
again, MAN
-unkind...tell...
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.:Too Much, Too Many:.
:
too many moments alone wishing a few we could’ve saved
too many have family meals of TV and microwave
too many grandkids; they sneak while watching porn
too many grown too fast; it’s the adulthood they adorn
too many soldiers deployed policing in foreign lands
too many were in Iraq; now they’re in Afghanistan
too many walled streets occupied while others they get seized
too many bloated pockets filled by greedy thieves
too many students amassing a great deal of student debt
too many of those students propped up by a gambler’s bet
too many...
too many moments alone wishing a few we could’ve saved
too many have family meals of TV and microwave
too many grandkids; they sneak while watching porn
too many grown too fast; it’s the adulthood they adorn
too many soldiers deployed policing in foreign lands
too many were in Iraq; now they’re in Afghanistan
too many walled streets occupied while others they get seized
too many bloated pockets filled by greedy thieves
too many students amassing a great deal of student debt
too many of those students propped up by a gambler’s bet
too many...
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.:The Lion's Share:.
to be candid
it’s onto another brand(ed)
another new year
this we’d swear
we crept
then peeped
what’s thought as fair
the lion’s share
to play the fawn in this affair
looks to us
the same old tears
the foul growl
demanding
fears
all up in here
never fair
lion around
they’re everywhere
dishonest guys
be honest guys
finding prey
we watch you rise
we know you think that we’re not wise
it’s shock & awe
the same damn pair
never-less
you watch us stare...
it’s onto another brand(ed)
another new year
this we’d swear
we crept
then peeped
what’s thought as fair
the lion’s share
to play the fawn in this affair
looks to us
the same old tears
the foul growl
demanding
fears
all up in here
never fair
lion around
they’re everywhere
dishonest guys
be honest guys
finding prey
we watch you rise
we know you think that we’re not wise
it’s shock & awe
the same damn pair
never-less
you watch us stare...
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.:The Fraudulent:.
Had heard about them interrogations... They say them agents came at you like religion. Heard it was alotta restrictions and they had chronicled all that stuff you used to do. Said they went on & on about how you were living'...all that stuff. Wilbur told me it got kinda rough...A rough ride straight through hell... Tooth & nail… rode you in onna friggin rail. But we heard later, you hung tough in that special jail. We all knew you would... at least as long as you could. We heard through the grapevine Cali did you some good. Right up until you fell off...They say the last time you were...
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.:2012 Countdown:.
time taken
it’s ticking. blood sucking
getting away with it..
another rendition, a flight out
counting down, spiraling
the Big Up has been kidnapped
a blackened shroud, tea colored
placed over an optimistic head
Left is for Dead
admirable hope
the continuance of it..
cheated;
teased, tortured
poked by utter nonsense
the clue-less hero
counts down
decimating decimals to zero
heard gasping; grasping for breath
the last.. losing their grip
shocked; zapped by straw poles
lost souls
the lies received...
it’s ticking. blood sucking
getting away with it..
another rendition, a flight out
counting down, spiraling
the Big Up has been kidnapped
a blackened shroud, tea colored
placed over an optimistic head
Left is for Dead
admirable hope
the continuance of it..
cheated;
teased, tortured
poked by utter nonsense
the clue-less hero
counts down
decimating decimals to zero
heard gasping; grasping for breath
the last.. losing their grip
shocked; zapped by straw poles
lost souls
the lies received...
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.:You Wouldn't Want Your Whip To Break Down Here:.
She and her pixie dance; she was in a genie’s trance… I could tell by the way she moved she was real light-footed. And that her and her dance were some kinda Sub-World rooted. While me, I was strictly out there but I wasn’t Red-hooded. Wherein I’m always the one usually real sure-footed. But for a very long minute I’d been wondering if I should’ve… Knowing full well the possibilities and we surely could’ve.
Although, I could see her dippy-dance was quite different from mine. Hers seemed to be infused with some elfin white wine. My preference is a good ginger beer…and I drink it...
Although, I could see her dippy-dance was quite different from mine. Hers seemed to be infused with some elfin white wine. My preference is a good ginger beer…and I drink it...
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.:99 problems and percentage ain't one:.
they say don’t stop, don’t stop
spend 'til you drop
::getting dead::
more con su more isms
consistently.. it’s so amazing
encased like dope; roped & gazing
another reason; ‘tis the season
once again in another shop window feasting
bank withdraws; they start freezing
grazing onna so-called recovery
::wanted::
a depression-less shopping spree
purportedly, one of the best ways to set ourselves free
but the wisdom of it? we still don’t see
::getting old told it's one or more ways to fill our days::
...
spend 'til you drop
::getting dead::
more con su more isms
consistently.. it’s so amazing
encased like dope; roped & gazing
another reason; ‘tis the season
once again in another shop window feasting
bank withdraws; they start freezing
grazing onna so-called recovery
::wanted::
a depression-less shopping spree
purportedly, one of the best ways to set ourselves free
but the wisdom of it? we still don’t see
::getting old told it's one or more ways to fill our days::
...
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.:Absent Like My Heart:.
wait on it…don’t speak; don’t
make a sound.
silence.
wait until I’m finished or
somewhere near or close to being complete.
your retreat; my approach
this requires.. desires our fullest attention.
what I need to mention can only be said as it spills
this flow from my heart
lead by my head
a force fed
this one time
where my severed heart… clearly
it’s yours…no longer mine.
taken.
no, I am not mistaken. my heart’s gotten carried away
just like the games...
make a sound.
silence.
wait until I’m finished or
somewhere near or close to being complete.
your retreat; my approach
this requires.. desires our fullest attention.
what I need to mention can only be said as it spills
this flow from my heart
lead by my head
a force fed
this one time
where my severed heart… clearly
it’s yours…no longer mine.
taken.
no, I am not mistaken. my heart’s gotten carried away
just like the games...
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Seen ‘Nique
..
my smile
now disguised as smirk
attempting to mimic a stiff upper lip
failing at it madly
sadly; my washed out tears
they’ve all but dissipated
drowning out each iris to the point where
seeing was murder; the believing
that his hands...along with my eyes
that they were all over you
...
my smile
now disguised as smirk
attempting to mimic a stiff upper lip
failing at it madly
sadly; my washed out tears
they’ve all but dissipated
drowning out each iris to the point where
seeing was murder; the believing
that his hands...along with my eyes
that they were all over you
...
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.:O'borta:.
here or there
somewhere behind or
in a dumpster or
some other place; this
this is the darkest of space
a place for the gone; the departed
renamed hall of ‘no’ empathy
absent of sympathy the apathy
this is the void one sees
one way or another
secure in always being supported
sometimes sense is aborted
life distorted; put to rest
the definition of the un-blessed
or are they just a test, no longer here
all by way of the devil’s errant handy work
outcomes of a too quick knee-jerk
the patient,...
somewhere behind or
in a dumpster or
some other place; this
this is the darkest of space
a place for the gone; the departed
renamed hall of ‘no’ empathy
absent of sympathy the apathy
this is the void one sees
one way or another
secure in always being supported
sometimes sense is aborted
life distorted; put to rest
the definition of the un-blessed
or are they just a test, no longer here
all by way of the devil’s errant handy work
outcomes of a too quick knee-jerk
the patient,...
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