Rainbow ButterfliesAll men are created the sameRainbow Butterflies1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But you're different, a shame!
Can't you just try to fit in?
Hide your wish for it's a sin!
Walk in line, keep the order
Don't you dare to cross that border!
Butterfly, the lesson's bitter:
Hate is what love's preachers twitter.
Scared of the unknown they fight
Against it and for "What is right".
To reconvert you is their goal
Anxious by your lucent rainbow soul
All humans have the right to be free
To choose the person we want to be.
Why should the carnal shell stay a male
When each look in the mirror does ail?
What's the crime of love between adults
With the same gender? So why the insults?
Yet, a lot of th
TrustSometimes it’s better to build bridges then to burn them,Trust2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Some might say it’s better to take the respect then to earn it;
Because we learn to be mean,
But not how to lean,
We learn to bust,
But not how to trust;
The system creates justice,
But not how to trust us,
Because we make the right moves,
But we don’t know how to choose;
This is the system that molds us,
The system we use to stand,
But for the few that break through this,
We will make our demand.
Snowy Days and Drunken KidsHere we are- barricaded in the broken down bric-a-brac store,Snowy Days and Drunken Kids3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With gloomy eyes and examples of perfect abrasiveness,
There they all stand- bulging stomachs and bulging pockets,
Heavy from the work load, of another stealing day.
That day-like today- with snowy tendrils and monster, limb-gnawing winds,
With the grotesque kitten-like mewling gurgling sounds,
That often erupt from a stomach, now empty,
It’s contents of underage drinking and toffee cake now on the floor.
And here- its parents, wailing in some corner of the room,
One a beaten, broke woman, spewing acid as she sings,
The other a man, his fists in balls and his bruises shown,
Like medals across his face.
It is days like these, these snowy days,
That I’ve learnt to hate the most.
Pequenos Detalles Además de las veces en las que por cansancio después de una larga jornada de ejercicio no podía ver con claridad, nunca tuve buena vista. Supongo que este es el colmo del detallista, tanto resquebrajo, tantas pecas, tantos borrones, tantas cicatrices, tantos defectos que surcaron mi vida sin yo nunca percatarme de ellos. Lo cierto es que nunca tuve buena vista, de lejos nunca pude distinguir entre un 0 y una persona, y de cerca solo veía la esencia de lo que fuese que observase, veía autos pero no veía transportes, veía gente pero no veía personas, veía pinturas pero no veía arte, veía letras pero no veía palabras, veía caras pero no veía rostros. Nunca me afectó, nací con este defecto y bien viví viendo lo que podía ver, no puedo decir que era feliz ya que sentía que me perdía de todo lo que rozaran mis ojos, motivo por el cual un dPequenos Detalles2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
BNPBNPBNP2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A face in the crowd
Unlike your own
Your mind fills with dread
And you fear a time
When white isn’t right
So at the next election
You vote for the BNP
No more than pseudo Nazi’s
There the only ones that understands you
The only ones who care
They gain your vote by fear
Distortion of imagery
And twisting of truths
They make you believe
Without showing proof
Focussing on insecurities
They prey on the weak
Convincing you it’s all “their” fault
They have taken your jobs
Their the reason your poor
All the fascist propaganda
Spreads throughout the land
Turning neighbour against neighbour
To suit their own ends
One worldOne world, one cultureOne world3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That is the future
Pushing us together
To make us all the same
United under one flag
All part of the USA
From Beijing to Zagreb
They’ll all drink coke and smile
All languages will fall to one
A coarse American tongue
Soon the day will come
Where Mother no longer understands Son
The subliminal jack boot marches
Expanding the empire
Where many armies have faltered
Ronald enters unhindered
In Moscow’s Red Square
The colonel sells his fare
Wraps us all in one blanket
Smothered by the same ideals
Culture is lost
In the name of convenience
Every city is a clone
Soon we must act
To stop monocult
Nuclear FutureNuclear FutureNuclear Future3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
News time is here again
I recognise that guy
The one with the smile our beloved PM
The man with the grin concealing the lie
He’s on our screens to show us the way
He’s being honest this time
Or so he does say
Now that he’s dealt with terror and crime
Now saving the Environment is his new crusade
At this news I perk up and wonder
Can he be serious in this plan he does forge
The man who made the Iraq blunder
Is the decision made without a nudge from George?
Alas my hopes for change soon die
His plan to go nuclear is more than just wrong
Again he stands their, Again he lies
He says nuclear technology had real