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Rainbow Butterflies

All men are created the same
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 thRainbow Butterflies1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The Post War NightmareThe victorious Allies met as equals in Yalta
They aimed to build a peace as secure as Gibraltar
Yet it was not too long before the people’s great hope
Evaporated like so much cheap soap
While Fascist necks were given a stretch
Seeds were sown, fruit so bitter you’d wretch

When Khrushchev sent tanks into Hungary in 1956
The Brits were busy in the canal, shooting Arabs with sticks
In 68 American bombers caused Viet alarms to ring and ring
While the Warsaw Pact paid a visit to Prague in the spring
Brezhnev took Afghanistan, Reagan took Beirut
Both Powers committed to the old Imperial pursuit

In Africa the loss of Patrice Lumumba
HThe Post War Nightmare1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Ronds d'eauLe galet ricocha sur la rivière en crue
La houle, le débat, maintenant, se sont tus.
La régate amorcée, nul ne rate le coche ;
La foule rit, cocher, en un lourd bruit de cloche :
Sur le plateau planait l'écho de ce son cru.

Deux corsaires éborgnés massacrant leur caboche
Deux marins aguerris s'envoyant des galoches
Les gens de la télé s'en mettront plein les poches
Le galet ricocha sur la rivière en crue

Et chacun y allant d'injures de son cru,
La galerie riant du gars laid qui rit, gauche :
Seul, dans l'adversité, le ridicule fauche
L'audimat, assuré, et le scandale accru.
Les cartes sont données, les idées, dans la pioche.
Le galet ricochRonds d'eau2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Amy LynnThere is a vile woman called Amy Lynn
Her words and deeds shows she's quite dim
She thinks its just fab
To be a filthy scab
She's dreaming if she thinks she can win

By FW X375159Amy Lynn3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Rain Poem #2Rain Poem #2
God help us all who live in range
The petulent little boys have come outdoors again
Playing soldier with their natty toy guns
Oh heaven help us, when will they all go away?
Who knows where their fathers have gone?
Who knows why their mums aint there?
Nobody to mind their bratty little ways
Until the cursed day is done
When the rain falls hard all around
Then those bratty kids can't be found
Then there is blessed silence, noone makes a sound
All the day long
Peace is a sacred thing!Rain Poem #26 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Enquete d'eterniteMicro

Au fin fond du chaos une lueur de vie
Bien vite fut changée en étincelle de vide
Lorsqu'avides éhontés nous la voulûmes saisir.

Megas

Eternité savante au rythme rond et fou
L'écervelé t'adore, je t'abhorre avant tout,
Perfidie endiablée que l'homme ne connaît point
Et malgré tout s'acharne à savoir tout au moins ;

Libido déchaînée de la science de l'ego,
Désir furieux des faibles de n'avoir pas d'égaux,
La crise de jouvence, ou de la quarantaine !
Oublie bien tôt hélas que notre outrance est vaine.

Dividus étalés à fière progréniture,
Cessez donc de piailler en pensant à la fin !
Gloire éphémère vaut mieux qu'hégémonie impure.

EEnquete d'eternite5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Illuminati Local 666Illuminati Local 666

See the dead, black fish eyes,
Everywhere you go.
Not a single thing you think of doing,
That I don't already know.

I see you slink around the corner,
To readjust your clothes,
And then you crouch behind that dumpster,
To hook a booger from your nose.

I sit behind your firewall,
When you're browsing through /b
And even though you don't know anything about it,
I'd still like to thank you for sharing those naughty YouTube videos with me.

You might think you're a super-perv,
But I'll tell you Brother: I've seen it all.
Whips and chains just bore me now,
I hear more exciting things through the walls.

I put the sodium andIlluminati Local 6662 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

TrustSometimes it’s better to build bridges then to burn them,
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.Trust1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Les heros deboulonnes.Les héros déboulonnés.

Tous nos rêves écroulés s’éparpillent
En ces châteaux aux berges écroulés.
Tous nos rêves y gisent échoués :
Grains de sable que le temps éparpille.

Nous rêvons des héros des comics books
En costumes colorés et moulants,
Défenseurs du droit, bien, toujours en gros plan;
Pas encore de profils sur Facebook.

Écoutez le discours pompeux et vide
De ces souverains vieux et plein de rides!
Les héros d’hier sont tous ces salauds
Dont l’Histoire éclabousse le halo.

CLes heros deboulonnes.3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

New Age SocietyI remember distinctly
Yes, I remember quite well
It was neither the last time nor the first time
That you told me to go to Hell.

It was that middle time,
Somewhere on Memory Lane,
When I said "see you there, bitch,"
and suddenly I saw the insane.
In our New-Age society,
Where even the label-less have labels,
Children are taught from birth
Skewed, hate-twisted fables,
Of greed and strife and hidden morals
That the Only way through life
Is also through battle and quarrel.
You're twice as likely going to find
Someone point legislature, rather than a gun.
It's equally as dangerous,
Two-times the reason to run,
Such a major cause of so much anxiety
So much discontent
In this New-Age Society.
In this New-Age Society,
I have no memory of better times gone by
Instead I have a childhood of discrimination
That showed meNew Age Society4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Doing Not What We CanFeed the feed-able

Mend the scars that show

Clothe the clothe-able

Nurture the things that grow

Heal the heal-able

Teach them that want to know

View the viewable

And the rest, don’t let it show

Touch not the untouchable

© Adrolyn 2013Doing Not What We Can2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Six wordsYears of work, destroyed within seconds.Six words5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

PerpetualSometimes I see the Earth in a state of continuity,
Blessed with coincidence, damned by incongruity,
Earthquakes, elections, assasinations, defections,
The world seems to go in all sorts of directions,
The one thing that is constant is not change, but danger,
The danger of change, human emotion and anger,
And I don’t understand what it all seems to mean,
That the world might’ve ended in the 40’s, the 80’s, 2012, and now 2013,
Conflict is constant, as is danger and fear,
And yet we have made it, somehow we’re here,
The ones before us thought their time was the last,
Even we seem to think that time’s running Perpetual1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The difference of the Soldier The difference of the Soldier and the Doctor

Both save lives, whether we realize it or not
How they save lives is their only variation
The Soldier and Doctor are still in a fight
Whether with gun, or medicine
So both should be respected in their profession
Because both work to save your life
Both give your life Protection
Both do so with equal strife
So the next time you have a query of the men and women who fight for your nation
Remember who they fight for
With their Determination
As they stand, in groups of 100, 50, 20, 10, 8, or 4The difference of the Soldier 2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Along Seldom Trodden WaysAlong Seldom Trodden Ways*
i often times walk along those paths
That few souls, if any, walk
The solitude and silence suit my ears
More than frivolous and pointless talk
Those who chatter end by loud clatter
Although it seems that they have no matter
They are human hens that squawk
Truth is whispered, i have wrote
All else is blurted by careless mouths
My folks would chide that thy can't hear their minds**
Clattering minds have no thoughts, no doubt
Gabbing and chattering garrulously empty words
They seem never to think it is absurd
Or something we all could do better without
"Please, enough!"
*from the Coleridge poem
**"so loud that you can't hear yourself think!"Along Seldom Trodden Ways3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Snowy Days and Drunken KidsHere we are- barricaded in the broken down bric-a-brac store,
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.Snowy Days and Drunken Kids1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The TreeThere is a tree.
It settles deeply down its roots,
Into the base of the soul.
From its branches swings hope,
The pure kind without any marks or blemishes.
This is the tree of life.

And so goes on life.
We may fall far from the tree.
Of course our hearts bear blemishes,
But we must not forget our roots,
For they carry hope,
And bring peace to our soul.

And continually grows our soul.
We strive to find the best in life,
To give our children hope.
We build them kingdoms in a tree.
We try to help them find their roots.
But our intentions have blemishes.

And we must try not to nurture our blemishes.
For they will eventually harm the soul.
I feaThe Tree5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Super Smash Bros: Soul Bound StaffSuper Smash Bros: Soul Bound

Devlopment Staff of Super Smash Bros: Soul Bound
Chief Director: Masahiro Sakurai
Producer: Kazunori Yamauchi Masahiro Sakurai & Katsura Hashino
System Optimization Seiichi Ikiuo

Music Producer: Shoji Meguro & Tomonobu Kikuchi
Sound Producer: Shinpei Yamaguichi
Lead Sound Designer: Maso Kimura
Associate Sound Producer: Mizuki Tsuda

Soundtrack Staff:
Product Coordinator: Koji Kitakawa
Yuko Mukaiyama

A&R and Public Relation: Youhei Kamiyama
Mastered by Hiroki Imanishi

Product Coordination: Ayako Uemura
Sales Promotion: Yuta Saito

Designer
Kazushige Nojima Masahiro Sakurai Kazunori Yamauchi Shigeru Miyamoto KaSuper Smash Bros: Soul Bound Staff1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

La descastada2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

United in PainUnited in Pain
By: Chad Jones

The world is one
But divided by race.
We all are just people
But somehow can’t share space.

It’s sad to see one species
Be divided into so many.
We all have different religions
But not one can coexist, not any.

Our higher intelligence is our own downfall,
We think we are better than all others.
We have thought this from the start of time
Even forgetting that we are all brothers.

Only one thing can bring us together,
It’s so sad that thing is loss and pain.
Even though all the rest tear us apart,
The sadness brings us together, but what do we gain?

Only loss… that is what we gain&hellUnited in Pain2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

There's a Dream in my HeadThere's a Dream in my Head
By: Chad Jones

There’s a Dream in my Head
And it won’t go Away.
I Dream it every Night
And think about it every Day.

Of Sirens and Riots
And Bombs and Shots.
The world thrown into Chaos
A shred of Hope there is Not.

I see the world ending
And people beginning to Fade.
Darkness at our doorstep
It’s ok to be Afraid.

Everyone is evil
But it must be Contained.
Only through hardship
Will Peace be Obtained.

My dream isn’t a dream
But a sad truth of Reality.
People are greedy and we must break free
Or this Dream will become our Fatality.

We go to War to make money
And use Money to fund War.
ItThere's a Dream in my Head2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

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