Submissions by kriticool
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
.:pishashsee:.
again
the stellar
starlight sinks
beneath
its own
polished beams
reflecting-reflections
reflective of
each seamless
bounce of
curved light
that
same light
touching what
used to be
the dull
always-ever
green
of twilight's
blackened blades of grass
the slender ones
standing at attention
awaiting the
dawn
that
same dawn
again
forward looking
regret -less
its quest
looking to
touch what's dew
fulfilling a
promise made
until the
fade
is ...
the stellar
starlight sinks
beneath
its own
polished beams
reflecting-reflections
reflective of
each seamless
bounce of
curved light
that
same light
touching what
used to be
the dull
always-ever
green
of twilight's
blackened blades of grass
the slender ones
standing at attention
awaiting the
dawn
that
same dawn
again
forward looking
regret -less
its quest
looking to
touch what's dew
fulfilling a
promise made
until the
fade
is ...
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.:Harbor Freight Date:.
Off the bench,
I’m that wretched wrench
Trying to get off a tough nut
Damn what a mutt; Lefty Lucy
Naw...this don’t even amuse me
Screaming, “Get it loose for me”
I’m tripping while stripping
Hard working, yeah you can bet
Screwing it; first chance we’d get
Really no sweat; we’re going at it
No doubt we’d have it
This dance.. Like it’s our last chance
Knowing when done
So too the romance
Cold as any screw I’ve ever met
Yet, I’m out to get...Rusted
Tryin to bust it. Wild Dude 40
I’m using it...it’ll be
One more time;...
I’m that wretched wrench
Trying to get off a tough nut
Damn what a mutt; Lefty Lucy
Naw...this don’t even amuse me
Screaming, “Get it loose for me”
I’m tripping while stripping
Hard working, yeah you can bet
Screwing it; first chance we’d get
Really no sweat; we’re going at it
No doubt we’d have it
This dance.. Like it’s our last chance
Knowing when done
So too the romance
Cold as any screw I’ve ever met
Yet, I’m out to get...Rusted
Tryin to bust it. Wild Dude 40
I’m using it...it’ll be
One more time;...
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.:Fowl Mood; I Wanna Fly...Safe:.
How high does one have to fly to not get hit by that “Surface-to-Air”
The one “up from down there”
Some launch related to some heathen’s bullshit
Their affair
See, without fear
Whether be Maine, Ukraine
or Old Tangier
One wants to fly hoping the sky is clear
Fuck whomever gave whoever The Gear
I don't know
But the weaponry is a trip to me that eye can’t see when it flattens me
Turning me UN-conditionally into...some
Lame-ass body parts;
Tell me, where’s the smarts
Closed casket or NO casket. Initiated by...
The one “up from down there”
Some launch related to some heathen’s bullshit
Their affair
See, without fear
Whether be Maine, Ukraine
or Old Tangier
One wants to fly hoping the sky is clear
Fuck whomever gave whoever The Gear
I don't know
But the weaponry is a trip to me that eye can’t see when it flattens me
Turning me UN-conditionally into...some
Lame-ass body parts;
Tell me, where’s the smarts
Closed casket or NO casket. Initiated by...
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.:the howl:.
by the
token of time
by the
evidence
we find
each crossing of
the line
becomes more
refined
love in a bind, then
left
behind, then
hate and crime
we
favor to
dine
a
full
course, yet
ignoring its source
absent all remorse
subtle with its
force
the
failure
of insight
compassion
goes blind
these are but
regressions
signaling to the
mind
the
regrettable
turns
palatable
with ease we
consume
...
token of time
by the
evidence
we find
each crossing of
the line
becomes more
refined
love in a bind, then
left
behind, then
hate and crime
we
favor to
dine
a
full
course, yet
ignoring its source
absent all remorse
subtle with its
force
the
failure
of insight
compassion
goes blind
these are but
regressions
signaling to the
mind
the
regrettable
turns
palatable
with ease we
consume
...
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.:Every CARSTOP:.
Who me? Let’s see...
I’m reviewing the whole bit
Can’t believe what I’m seeing. The whole block lit
Mr. Man... Look here son
ain’t got time for
none of it
But I know, you can’t quit ‘you got the shield
That’s why you saying I made a failure to yield
So what Mr. Man, got My Turbo in the field
My cases been closed and you know they sealed
Once again I guess I have to appeal...Knowing
Jokers like you, they just looking to steal
Me on the left...Doing a righty?
I’d have to say that’s a bit unsightly
Far as me...
I’m reviewing the whole bit
Can’t believe what I’m seeing. The whole block lit
Mr. Man... Look here son
ain’t got time for
none of it
But I know, you can’t quit ‘you got the shield
That’s why you saying I made a failure to yield
So what Mr. Man, got My Turbo in the field
My cases been closed and you know they sealed
Once again I guess I have to appeal...Knowing
Jokers like you, they just looking to steal
Me on the left...Doing a righty?
I’d have to say that’s a bit unsightly
Far as me...
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.:A.S.S.H.O.L.E. All Star Simpletons Have Only Limited Excuses:.
all this
self effacing
in terms of
how we’re pacing
what it is we’re
wasting; its
ourselves
we’re erasing
need to cease
all that lacing
all that self-
medicating
so agitating; like
fiends killing their spleens
poisoning their
kidneys
followers of
the fallen like some
off the chain
Whitney’s
leaving behind
a legacy of
outright negativity
philosophically &
historically
an absence
of maturity
the better bet is ...
self effacing
in terms of
how we’re pacing
what it is we’re
wasting; its
ourselves
we’re erasing
need to cease
all that lacing
all that self-
medicating
so agitating; like
fiends killing their spleens
poisoning their
kidneys
followers of
the fallen like some
off the chain
Whitney’s
leaving behind
a legacy of
outright negativity
philosophically &
historically
an absence
of maturity
the better bet is ...
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.:Kate McClacken:.
Molested, then came the double up then she got bested
While later on, still in pain she invested
We’re now relating another way on how the heart gets tested
For the cash, the fake flash she’d have ‘em chasing
Predetermined would be her grinding
All of it; every bit enhanced her timing
This woman...No whining
Playing each and every Simple Simon
She with her snookering & kidnapping
Some got to go onto live and never tell about the farce
While leading the way was her and her trail of spark
The kind made up of hellacious bolts of “near”...
While later on, still in pain she invested
We’re now relating another way on how the heart gets tested
For the cash, the fake flash she’d have ‘em chasing
Predetermined would be her grinding
All of it; every bit enhanced her timing
This woman...No whining
Playing each and every Simple Simon
She with her snookering & kidnapping
Some got to go onto live and never tell about the farce
While leading the way was her and her trail of spark
The kind made up of hellacious bolts of “near”...
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.:Unless We Move:.
From the vantage point of those of us now unfortunately convinced
Unless We Move...It shall happen as it has happened before
That which has gone into the wash inevitably coming out in the rinse
This has happened ever since
Ever since Kum Ba Ya my Lord evolved into
Comes the Hordes my Lord
Comes the Hordes
Moral Man’s Optimism
Without our Sound Intervention...it shall diminish
What once flourished shall continue in its plummet
This notion has time & time again been brought forward during each previous summit
To date,...
Unless We Move...It shall happen as it has happened before
That which has gone into the wash inevitably coming out in the rinse
This has happened ever since
Ever since Kum Ba Ya my Lord evolved into
Comes the Hordes my Lord
Comes the Hordes
Moral Man’s Optimism
Without our Sound Intervention...it shall diminish
What once flourished shall continue in its plummet
This notion has time & time again been brought forward during each previous summit
To date,...
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2 Comments
.:Mint Condition:.
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6 Comments
.:Perception is Protection:.
Once upon a time
unmindful of protection
this is our disposition; not
anyone's self deception
Time now freeing us up
to expand on this confession
Sighting we and we alone
were oblivious to discretion
The comparing of what our eyes could see
To the simplest of what they couldn’t
Our balance became undone
the reflections shown we shouldn’t
The perfected conveyance
of your measured frivolity
Having underscored what was elusive
Yet its poignancy appealed to me
Opening me up to enable
a truer then true assessment...
unmindful of protection
this is our disposition; not
anyone's self deception
Time now freeing us up
to expand on this confession
Sighting we and we alone
were oblivious to discretion
The comparing of what our eyes could see
To the simplest of what they couldn’t
Our balance became undone
the reflections shown we shouldn’t
The perfected conveyance
of your measured frivolity
Having underscored what was elusive
Yet its poignancy appealed to me
Opening me up to enable
a truer then true assessment...
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.:Ain't Nobodies Business if I Do:.
them proclivities...an interpretation
even the preamble is a gamble...now look “hear”
there’s safety in numbers
especially the ones you don’t play
the ones given that second, third thought...then
have ‘em shuffle away
the lucky one never knowing the consequence
of how safe they were that day
the chances not taken on what’s mistaken
that pain not having to pay
anyway...it’s
how far one will go, how
far one will climb
to the clinic, to be a cynic or...neither with their time
playing triple-X, their mind...
even the preamble is a gamble...now look “hear”
there’s safety in numbers
especially the ones you don’t play
the ones given that second, third thought...then
have ‘em shuffle away
the lucky one never knowing the consequence
of how safe they were that day
the chances not taken on what’s mistaken
that pain not having to pay
anyway...it’s
how far one will go, how
far one will climb
to the clinic, to be a cynic or...neither with their time
playing triple-X, their mind...
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.:Picture This or That:.
Now picture this...
Giving into ‘em another friggin day. Them rules
The guidelines...No fable, I’m still trying to maintain being able
So says the time. While in my mind I’m trying to keep things together
Attempting to make moves trying to make ‘em right
Never was one to accept a sweatband wrapped across my forehead.
Hoping y’all all know what I mean and what I just said.
That symbolism of Thug Life, that just seems so dread
Like being on a drive-by blasting that hot lead
The stupidity, the rigidity sometimes it seems force-fed
The Dumb Stuff,...
Giving into ‘em another friggin day. Them rules
The guidelines...No fable, I’m still trying to maintain being able
So says the time. While in my mind I’m trying to keep things together
Attempting to make moves trying to make ‘em right
Never was one to accept a sweatband wrapped across my forehead.
Hoping y’all all know what I mean and what I just said.
That symbolism of Thug Life, that just seems so dread
Like being on a drive-by blasting that hot lead
The stupidity, the rigidity sometimes it seems force-fed
The Dumb Stuff,...
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