Hallow day

That lazy phrase, that humans crave.
With god's will, the blood will spill.
church by day, kill by night.
Religion tells us that it's all right,
to accuse then abuse all of life, with all our might.
militaty, or circuit judge sharpening injustice,
just becouse, your on the inside, we're on the out.
Isn't it intended! And what it's about.

Shark attacks,
They need stitches
when pepole come,
to big for their britches.
Some jump to drink, this watery ink.
Chewed up for hours.
What do they think?
At first tug bump or nudge.
It's a shark, in the dark,
and hungrey becouse.
Your in the water and you smell good.
Sharks kill to eat.
Is that understood?

Has the E.P.A.
Been told to look away
To forget to days tomorrow and yesterday?
What can they say when dirt and clay
Is poisoned by train and we're made to pay.
Born into money companys store it away.
Keeping folks from their homes in a very strange way.
Meanwhile train rail's, night til next day.

Pork chops and lemonade, flavors we'd like to save
If all the animals just behave.
Go in there,
Go in that,
Most animals are gone, barbecue your cat.
Meat,Meat,Meat. The world gone round.
Grind it up, smell that sound,
So serve it fast, no clowning around.
We'll eat the head,
And we'll eat the feet.
Come to our restaurant we stuff you complete. 

Threesium 3, part 1

Threecium 3

Is the formula for me,

It doesn't exist 

so no one resist.

The counting of counters that counted on me

To hopefully not spill

My threecium 3. 

There's only one bottle

And that's not vile

More can be made 

chemistry set to a smile 

after I pour, 

I'll have to make more.

Wait right here 

as I'm opening the door.

Threecium 3, Part 2

Oh no !, i did it.

I spilled my threecium 3 all over the floor and all over me.

I countered 

the counters that counted on me.

To never have spilled my threecium 3.

Now that it's on me 

I'v lost my sight 

a serious scientist 

is losing this fight.

As arms get longer 

my hair starts to grow.

Put me in the doghouse before teeth start to show.

Threesium 3, part 3

I covered, the counter that covered, the corner,
That prompt my disorder,
Threesium 3, fell into my tea,
as soon as i drank it.
I fell to one knee,
it really taste gross,
But goes with my toast,
Although i feel weird
I do, make the most,
of this unedible elixir, that needs me to fix her.
So i can transformfrom, a woman to a mister ,
Then from a brother, back to a stster.
Although, making this serum, has given me a blister.
I'v never been able to fully resist her.

An overly abusive alcoholic father,
like a goverment child that never has to bother
with being nice or being fair with no manners to speak of or mothers care.
Just a variety of poisons to put in the air.
What a wonderful life, if it can be spared.
With war at our door, life cannot be compared
When,
Death for no reason, can certainly be shared.

When hatch blew out, pepole screamed and they shout.
The plane turned toss salid,
with luggage flying about.
From where i sit , I felt this was it,
Looking around at upcoming ground befor the plane hit.
They question for answer what's rare as a cancer.
If you eliminate the wings a paper weight stands there.

One Worst Enemy, Ourselves.
No need for more, to fall off the shelves.
We got each other to love until smothered.
Being only obedient, and seeing we succeed in it.
First we beleave in it, then find, we're deep in it.
Losing our grip, we exceed in it.
Ground go down, Around, Come back up.
Dogs that eat dogs! love a new pup.

I wouldn't think of us to be impartial.
I wouldn't think of us able to share.
When it comes to our so called justice.
We don't give a damn , We don't care.
Someone thought to forge against freedom
To bring us war , And death to beleave in.
Why we the pepole, will never be even.
While slow stirring turns causes quicksand to deepen.

Tigger tiger, Tiger tug.
Tiggers tiger's turned to rug.
Just becouse they don't hug.
Is no reason to hunt them down,
encroaching on tiger's ground.
Hunting them with gun and pride.
A stupid idiot lives inside,
Of every move we've ever made.
We kill tiger's, insted of save.
A hail of bullets, is what we gave.
If tigers shot back, You'd feel the same way.

Let's sprinkle ourselves all over the trees,
Like candy cane's wrapped up, beside the leaf's
Everyone go home and leave them alone.
For every scraped ego. Cut's may be shown.
Trees don't scream much, but they sure have bark.
Cutting them down leaves them alone in the dark.
How would you feel to born of dirt.
To be bought in the city , as sap on ah shirt.

Call it, the way we saw it.
An alcoholic goverment,
That would be on it !
With bottles in bed,
And more stored ahead.
There's after hour bars, that serve to the dead.
Can dirt be, un-dug, with an alcoholics mug?
Just smile for a while, Mixed with a shrug.

School, Can make us dumber,
By taking what we are away.
Subjects we suddy for tomorrow,
Make us do just what they would say.
Temperatures very with degrees.
Most graduate by the skin of their knees.
Cling to your diploma.
With all it's aroma.
When definites, turn to a please.

Pepole who knew you and the earth exerience.
May run their lives by means of indifference.
And don't seem to know much about staying in touch.
Or maybe out of sync, despite what they think.
In a world of video games oil's and ink.
Somethang to learn.
As we let paper burn into a smooth running iternet.
When it comes to our turn.

Animal dead flesh, would be my guess.
Little cornered cows sewn into our vest.
What finally brought them is what makes them leave.
Sneaky little humans! armed to the teeth.
Milked to death in barns.
Hacked to death at farms.
Taken away to be eaten that day.
Or driven away in our cars.

Attention children, be on your guard,
A religious life can be too hard
To tether forever who doesn't belong.
Live your own life, no need to respond.
Especially when knowing this just seems wrong.
Upset their convinced you don't sing the same song.
Who in the church ever really belonged.

Contiguous leaders that argue in circles.
Throat cut our planet then cause it's gurgles.
When the company of companies,
Continuously saw.
The continuing of weapons.
Made to blow up us all.
It's just not enough.
There has to be more.
with every drop of blood.
It's the more we adore.

Pretending people building children,
planed emotions opposing showiing.
Draging through,
to corner them too.
All these movements come back to you.
A kind of mess is unnecessary drilling.
Seems like blood's only there for the spilling.
Being a child, for only a while.
Can keep us adults, from growing a smile.

Ladies and germs boy and worms.
We are gathered here today.
(macaroni and chese)
To witness the rest of these catastrophes.
Aside all creatures that swim in the sea.
What is it to be you and to not be me?
One moment swiming.
The next not so free.
We fish and fish to put you on a dish.
In a worlds uncertainty.

Born into a childish gaz.
Cradled through every phase.
Waiting for us at birth.
Another day long as we stay away from our selfworth.
Apparently it's not apparent to a parent.
That apparently the only way to be.
Is by helping your children, by keeping them free.

When it comes to the water well,
Let us all, get a grip.
While taking a drink,
One needs to think that maybe they sould sip.
I like colors ,
Like plad go's blue.
These words of my poem are extended to you.
Black and white, a coloring book view.
We all have pigment,
Me and you too.

In this world of injustice.
Our play pin to rucus.
It seems it holds us here,
While continuing to fuck us.
In this way,
We whisper a word,
Or sing to our selfs
A different term,
That usually makes us the one who gets burned/
Going to war with a tightly clintched fist.
Makes saluing the flag a bit of a twist.

Oppie one connoppie lived on ah farm.
He just couldn't bring himself to do any harm.
So he cooked for the emperor in a kitchen delux.
Hired by Darth Vader for a billon bucks
He stole a light sabor with a jedi hat.
But getting caught by the emperor, wasn't worth all that.
So he went to the rebbles, and told of his pain.
He asked, if he could join,
They said,  ground to gain.

Biking forward on my tow wheels.
Barking dogs that sound like seals.
Nip at my ankles when i bike by.
Making me wonder if i'm going to die.
If no leash is offered when you are a kid.
It's an acttion your parents should probably forbid.
If you can't handle the big hairy dog.
Then white it all down, and pass it to mom.

Another planet,
Made of Granite
If i go!
Poetry they'd know.
To never be stuck in Earth's slow snow.
Jump in a rocket ship then off we go.
I see, more then three reading their poetry,
In other words, like it's ment to be.

You can perk your ears, or deprick your attitude.
One will have to be done, to gain my grattitude.
There's lots of soft ground,
The world gone round twice.
Having a home, sure would be nice.
A personal throne with somethang to own,
When you need that time, only you know alone.

Dirty dirt, that's gunked in grime.
Is in my carpet all the time.
A two inch flood with my neighbors debri.
Came across the hall, and over to greet me.
I don't think land lords realy fret.
About dirty carpets or when they get wet.
If they can't control, one toilet bowl ?
Then ask maintenace for help,
Or go back to school.

Toilet bowl carpet.
That's what i got.
Bunches of germs, tied in a knot.
The landlord knows, but thinks it's okay.
To walk on nasty germy carpets, each and every day.
A toilet bowl tsunami flood
filled with mud and dirt.
Entered my apartment without arument
Landlords seem inert.

My dad used to call me a gutless wonder.
Unsuitable son and doomed to plunder.
He'd back hand me as heard as he could.
Then spend time on religion that he thought he should.
A track and a train just can't explain.
why good parenting went down the drain.

Is civil war without uprising still war on us,
Through outrageous pricing?
The price tags on food are oily, and crude.
With shipments of wheat, if their in the mood.
We could give,em a bomb,
So we can stay strong,
And then pretend we,ve done nothing wrong.
It's only us in this american land.
Would it be so bad if we linded a hand?

It's only fair to mention,
possibilities of ascension,
Are our's for the asking if we dare do the tasking.
Is it to late to know, a rock that we throw?
Or burn down a stick just a little to quick.
Trees can't grow when they come out of the ground.
If we shout to loud, we won't hear a sound.

Bitten in half, while taking a bath.
In soup that is the shark's supper.
Fun in the sun is there until it's done.
And offers little cover.
Shark's bring to you, life that is through.
As serated reeth rip through your canoe.
Swim as fast as you can, to make it back to the land.
But swiming with shark's, has left you with mark's.
And into the frying pan.

Not so much a friendship, as a fiasco.
Is that all that will ever last yo ?
Never to stop, we almost aways press go,
Heading face first, into who we don't know.
They're commodities can coax us, and stray us off path
Weighing out friendships,
Can't be accomplished with math.

Vanity over sanity.
A girl's dream come true.
A new dress i guess, with out funds to invest
Is a credit card from you.
A twice remodeled office,
With pillow like softness is a one way route to rude.
when revoking our choice, by dismissing our voice.
Only leaves us room to brude.

Rag-annie, try's as heard as she can to not become a doll.
But when children came, annie looked the same.
To all mortals in the mall.
Her face is cute, and looks like you.
Made of glass so it can be seen through.
Can kids really keep you ?
When you feel this soft ?
Somethang rag-annie, would like to turn off.

Don't take it away.
Don't spit it out
Or snuff it out.
Just leave on display.
it's good for you, just like your food
You don't have to smoke it,
lest your in the mood.
Some say it's sour, deisel is sweet.
It's to great ingredienrs, that one day, they meet.
Fire eat's grass, as grass feeds fire.
If we weren't so-lo,
We'd be a lot higher.

The pepole's court.
Silly, little game show.
That's all of our justice, in case, you didn't know
Children, Children.
That's what i see.
Exiting from you.
Exiting from me.
We take the stage,
Then swear to up page.
That we can't fathom pepole, lying at that age.
The truth may stop you, when under thelr roof !
One thangs for sure,
The judge hits like,
Babe Ruth.

I dislike war.
And you should too.
We sould all come together
And dislike it through and through.
Perhaps if we dislike it enough!
We can actually stop the stuff.
If i dislike it for me, you can dislike it too.
It's really what your children need you to do.

Adictaphone.
Won't leave me alone.
It knows where i am.
Especially at home.
It always finds me, deep as i hide,
And knows of my secrets that i keep inside.
Adictaphone follows me straight through the air.
When breaking my phone.
I'd like to, bee-there.

Any person, that peir-pressues a child.
For a long time, or even a while.
To go to church to hear some more lies.
That cover up voices,
By yelling louder than cries
Their all growning up.
you see the same size.
Only for moments, than gaz from their eye's.
As good as it going.
They'll always be knowing.
Of that blackmail.
That can still be seen showing.

Ravioli worms, squiggling on my plate.
I need to throw them out.
But mom said, it's to late.
I can give them to the dog -or- maybe to the cat!
Mom says, she's seen it all.
And i better not do that.
Mom's got eye's in the back of her head.
She see's all that's living, until it is dead.
I end up eating dinner, with my great despite.
But my evil eye still hovers high.
My sigh of sheer delight.

The order of the quarter,
Is to never, be droped, like a dime.
But, to ceize all penny, pinchin, nickles,
That are hiding behind time.
Penny pinched, by nickle.
Nickle pinched, by penny.
More than a few, that we all new, there were so many.
If you've spent, every cent ?
Than turn your coins into dollar,
To raise a tent, that's cheeper than rent
A house with no dog collar.

Never to be a city, always to be a town.
That's what we get, when we settley set
Our sit to a lower brow.
Madison's more then rich over poor.
But without money,
We're quickley shown the door.
Is there somethang we missed?
Or some kind of list?
That will coax you to restore.
Half decent equipment to go with that shipment.
That seems to be dumped all the moor.

Numbness made baffling, by buying human scaffolding.
A nervous curve that will always deserve,
A tender tenderness on top of the nerve.
A relaxed body when muscles are naughty.
Nutrition is awesome, without the hot toddy.
Dry or wet, It's unstabley set.
This furniture, we live to regret.
Human scaffling, isn't that baffling.
Getting up one day, to feel what is happening.

I beleave their assistance is out of control.
Without chemicals i'm viewed as a tool,
Something to shout at , or maybe look through
I just don't know what i'm expected to do.
I am my self without them being there.
After all these years i should know they don't care.

stubbornly stained and completely spoiled
Rolling our wheels, on, pre-prepped oiled.
something unfortunate,
Can, keep us off track.
Rocking back and forth, can keep us held back.
We think we're all winners,
And that's when we loose
Left to right the direction,
we seem to, not choose.

Money-is the leader-We are the follower.
Living a life, with additional strife,
Only to be-the borrower.
It is sadly, so ture.
What we all have to do,
Living entierly in the worlds largest zoo.
Extreme to the seem-or what we don't mean.
As long as there's coin, to feed the machine.
No-not sure where we stand,
Or what we all mean.
When among us, there's stray's taking all that they see.

Title (Opinionated)

Some weebles and wobbles,
Are back from the past, insuring to further
parliament's that last.
(Taking off the lid, uncoving the pot.
Food cooked by stove is destined to rot.)
These weebles and wobbles, have their own colors.
Some RR sisters, and, others RR brothers.
(Food cooked crude,
When chef's in ah mood.
With so many starving.
Eating seems rude.)

One-sided, Civil War
Diminishing notrition at our front door.
Taking away our protein,
By tampering with the eggs.
Making deformed little chickens,
Making them without legs.
This is our future.
When we have to compete!
Would you eat G-M-O chicken made with no feet?
Welcome to our table,
Bon ap pe-tit.

Title, Motionless

Pawns

Living to die

I do not

Only one way

Absolutely power corrupts

Boiling water

Count studious

No mans land

I gotta go pee pee

Fur bally is

Remind me kindly

that's for the birds

Off-kilter

Title, (Off-shore)