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You came from way down south, dodged the global flu.
Your family was strong, it's love was tried and true.
You played against the odds, performed a major coup.
Eventually became, number forty-two.

You saw the world in gray, colors morphed as one.
No game you couldn't play, sport to you was fun.
They loved you there back home, urged you to move on.
Courage moved you forward, faith under the sun.

Doubters and haters fumed, a Negro out of place.
You shut the mouths of these, embraced the human race.
Lovers then consoled you, helped you through those days.
They had to face the truth; no one like him plays!

Your legacy lives on, hope was born t

Zugang zu den freien GedankenDemokratie verschleiert
verfälschte Gesetze
verwaltet von Privatfirmen
beschnittene Rechte
die Ausgestoßene kontrollieren

Demokratie lebt von fiktiven Filmen
- grafisch bearbeitete Plenarsäle
vorgetäuschter Anwesenheit
verführt durch Zauberreden
inszenierter Freiheit

Demokratie der Politfamilien
im Postenschacher der Hinterzieher
der Arbeit-MACHT-frei
Geschäftsbereiche mit Anstalten
Nutzlose zu Tode zu verwalten

Demokratisches Entsorgungssystem
Utensil abhängiger Schulden
Freibrief der Vollstrecker und Jagdhunden
im 1 EURO Sklaven-
Haltungsproblem

Demokratie der ökonomischen Waffe
Bankräuber die Staaten schröpfen
Hierarchie der elitäre

amends We still oweguilt not gilded
flown over - enfolded
plain still
unfairly the fight

at cold frosty dawn
slow-softly it came
came heedless
to darkly alight

our war torn mid-West
in tee-pees intense
we murdered them
wrongly - left right

reserved and forsaken
twelve steps seldom taken
brave dignity
bottled in blight

too much after money
we've never done sorry
weak heart-ed
diverted our freight

freedom misguided
fault undecided
lip serving
too easy - too late

llp - dA - may2013

revolutionsrestore our iron roots
lose soul in revolts
never tire;
rise, run
no rest over nervousness
ties tie no lion
ties never tie us
no virtue
no rules
soon it's our turn
to evolve
into revolvers

The Fruit of my LaborsIn these woods so little known
I've found a man up in a tree
--but whom is he?

Should I prod him with this stick--
send him wobbling?

and how did he get up so high
with no low branch from which to hang,
how did he climb?

I suppose that's no matter now,
how he came to be up there,
where, I guess, he
could have used his length of rope
to rise beyond a mortal man
(I notice that with the one I hold
it may be both he and I that can.)

And yet he, he chose to swing
from the thickest, lowest branch,
the noose to here with which he came,
the same
kind of tool I've come here with,
given before the wood told to walk.

If I toss an end up over him
an

The Phalanxes

The Phalanxes

Their souls seal the seeker,
Their minds melt the matters,
Higher, they march, further,
Faster, fight, foreseers.

Ere,the elite elbows,
Its way wiggling toward,
The foes, fending forward,
Vying to vouch their vows.

Sacred Sparta, section,
A pure pyre pushes,

Luna RojaAnoche tuve un sueño…
Soñé con un mundo maravilloso,
un mundo donde los malvados desaparecieron
un mundo donde solo los honestos prevalecieron
En ese mundo que soñé
todos éramos perfectamente iguales,
viejos y jóvenes, blancos y negros, mujeres y hombres,
al fin todos como una gran familia
En mi sueño que tuve anoche
las armas fueron destruidas,
los ejércitos de todas partes disueltos
y cualquier otra fuerza de orden.
Soñando este mundo veía
a todos con una misma riqueza
subsistiendo del esfuerzo fraternal
y de todos un dadivoso actuar
En mi sueño alucinante
los jueces y abogados, políticos y administradores
inútiles en esta gran nación sin líder
donde todos los Estados habían desaparecido
Soñaba este mundo utópico,
nadie recibía más que otro,
el gozo y la dicha era universal ,
y aún las penurias de uno correspondían a t

The Beat of Wardarkness come
with the beat of the drum
women cry
good men die
the children be drunk on rum

The coldest equation always winsThe coldest equation always wins,
The abhorréd shears curtail;
The solace of memory barely begins
To refill the desolate grail.

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Offering salvation
Their promises ever so vague
Yet gaining adulation
The Skeletal Saints in long black robes
Laughing at the Mass
But giving the diseaséd hopes
Of a forgiven past
They use the faith of those who pray
As their sharpened weapon
Wielding them like a child at play
Denying Lepers Heaven
Their Mitred and unholy skulls
Laughing at the dead
With more gold than twenty ship hulls
Witchlight in their heads
Then of them in a dark, dank crypt
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Kept alive by the thick sanguine they sipped
Awaiting Obliteration

Deep inside the hooded cowls
Are hidden naught but undead scowl

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Awaiting this for many year
The man of gold and jewels and hurt
Will soon lay face down in the dirt
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Oh Papas might is coming down
Rid are we of this cursed Clown
His shriveled and uncompromising face
Now the dirt HE shall embrace
The Coward is falling, never to answer for his sins

His corrupt and necrotic deeds
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Fallen are the mighty ones upon this day
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The Coward is falling, never to answer for his sins

Sailing the Shadow OceanSailing on the Shadow sea, upon this vessel
A vessel of black, with a crew of skeletons
Under the moonlight I am here in my hat
Sailing on the stars, under the heavens

My coat is billowing in the wind of the mind
In this place that has me trapped willingly
Anything is possible, but outside of this heaven
My family worries, will I ever awake

The dead on deck, ship rocks to and fro
The skeleton fish in the acid below
The acidic darkness stripping the flesh from the boat
This living, breathing organism we sail on

The ships beating heart and breathing lungs
The flesh of the hull and the bones of the supports
Eyestalks binding the eternal vesse

The Darkened WoodsA killer wan'dering through the trees and over darkened stones
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On this dreaded Isle he is not alone
He feasts on victims corpses, tearing flesh from bone

He worships and reveres the god of death
Spilling the red guts of those he hates
And off'ring up his praise to pagan Seth
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And as the killer stalks eternal night
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No vengeance has been sought upon this blight
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Ready to be rid of their damn&eac

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Growing older with each passing moment
Healthy and serene in the pale light
Towering over their domain

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To set in motion a heinous device

The sky turned red to the cultists eyes
And the air was turned to chill
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Chaos reigns at last

by ~DoktorOttoDerrmann, Feb 9, 2013, 8:29:50 AM
Literature / Poetry / Sociopolitical / Traditional Fixed Forms

Smoke, it rises to the skies
Fire bright in fearful eyes
Madmen rage all through the streets
And march to simple savage beats

Buildings one that stood so tall
Now proceed to burn and fall
The ancient and most sacred tombs
Feel the shudder of explosive booms

Children cry and fathers die
Mothers and their daughters lie
Broken at the feet of men
Who will live to kill again

Peace has fallen, shattered now
Those of us will ask how
The governments could not foresee
That peace was to be a broken dream

Petty warlords fight and shout
And get their guns and weapons out
Their followers are but sheep to them
And these weak men they shall condemn

Only the strong will live for long
Gather together ad sing their songs
Of times before everlasting war
Whilst they sail for a life offshore

Chaos reigns at lastby ~DoktorOttoDerrmann

Literature / Poetry / Sociopolitical / Traditional Fixed Forms

~DoktorOttoDerrmann Feb 9, 2013

I'm glad you approve. I suppose it's like an alternate ending to my last poem 'The Last hope for Man'.

~catnekochan Feb 9, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Oh! I need to go through your stuff and read it all

~catnekochan Feb 9, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Wow... this is really good...

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