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Sow To The Wind Reap The Whirlwind

faces, spaces & traces
we each must go before the fault
were all in the same cage here
what you sow is what you reap

once this life is done no chance to repeat
we look inside no where else to hide
in voices filled with the muck & mire of choices
crayons, paper & pen

Where do I even begin
shadows taunt the sinner to come in
vice is there for the taken
the less that you give your a taker

we labor for the legal tender
in the fake land of the pretender
toxic people with tombstones in their head
It's the walking dead

evil minds that plug destruction
Satan's laughing spreads his wings
let me pause to think
can't even wink to dismiss this earthly bliss

of a time well spent in thought
when there's a dozen of pots in your sink
to think before you act
lines being drawn in the sand

When will we ever understand
we can't keep sticking it to the man
abortion on demand
the bloody fetus screams out for vengeance

Yet to no avail who will answer the call ?

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so please don't think that, but
I have found people who rant and rave about God and Jay-Cee are
often sad lonely people who feel that the world owns them something.
That they have missed out, maybe not had enough sex and good times, which they think they deserve. When in fact it is often of their own making because they are just sad, frustrated, lonely people.
If I were to be feeling like this, I would probably turn on spankwire, rather than turn to humbug.

I am one of those with faith in both Jesus and the one who sent him forth. This is such a personal thing I rarely write poems and never share them. That being said, it would be unfair of me to comment on this one.

Keith Logan
the happy chappy
https://www.neopoet.com/community-guidelines

cant run it in 720 hd
will balance it by a full
morning of Joelstene
in the crystal cathedral
later...
stuck with the slow mo
three hundred..
truly need to get my
gamer tower working
cant even run videos
audio music only...

i did go for dog walk
natures beauty resplendid
neighbour screaming at his
kids....dealers door quiet
crack bridge empty of
jonesing waiters
like the line about
tomstones
makes me think of undertakers

when the end times come
and those flying monsters are
released from the ground
that gets me
I hated and still do those flying
monkeys from Oz...

when i see the white horse
then i will know somethings up
and anyway we dont get CNN
so just have to wing it..

Thank U again!

W

not to use ampersands. They are lazy, unaesthetic and inelegant. Would you use U for you? Oh, you did! No you didn't, Esker did. He can get away with a lot of lazy bad spelling and grammar through his native genius. Though his work would still be better if he used correct English.

I can't say anything more, you've played the
Please use care (this is a sensitive subject for me, do not critique harshly)
card again.
What a pussy.

cheers,
Jess
Neopoet is a workshop. Poets take the time to read and think about your work and offer suggestions.
There is no obligation to make any changes however please acknowledge critique and comments.

and you are write about being right
in school....my marks would have been
at least in the seventies were it not for
the laziness about spelling grammar
proper form....
i was spoiled...i worked for people
who had little resorts....and bosses
on the road with grade five education
hustlers who could barely read nor
write...handling huge bad assed crews
I got into using those symbols when I
used the typewriters..
forty two options of symbols and numbers
compared to the twenty six keys on this
motherboard plastic fantastic modern
contraption...still miss the manual typewriters
or electrics i once picked up.

thank U!

W

Nothing quite feels like writing your words on paper.
A thieving psychotic bitch downstairs stole my favourite slimline brushed silver Parker with broad point ball and black ink. (That hurt worse than the $350 tablet she stole, my vacuum cleaner she smashed and lying to me about the rules of chess [shock, horror], claiming that a knight or bishop that reached the other end of the board could be swapped for a queen like a pawn can. Then she physically assaulted me.) I don't miss her, am having fun planning evil revenge, but I miss my pen.

cheers,
Jess
Neopoet is a workshop. Poets take the time to read and think about your work and offer suggestions.
There is no obligation to make any changes however please acknowledge critique and comments.

.
loss of the Parker...
trade on the market..ten bucks for a hit of crack
meth..
shit...and ouch*

i got rolled a few times and scraps...

part of life....chet baker got dumped to his death
so much for brilliance and talent
no one cares...

elliot smith stabbed cobain
why we keep ourselves important
save self...

people play for keeps
like king henry and then victoria
and Henries daughter

but U know this

been through this one
I let it go
they come back
with the voodoo trying
to flumax my mind
nice try...ive grown
moved on
my magic greater
my team more impotent
and bored

still...losses are what they
are...

most know..
do not thieve from I

boring work
and im always at the
library should some
happenstance
occur

anyway...
things..
simple things they can
steal
bash away

the real talent is the works
creativity that cannot be
stolen
poetry
words...the mind

im hoping that all the
trash worth of the sum
of experience can find
words

but its up to you
in meantime...greatly
admire the balance
in your new comments
i know its hard

and your not far off
from your raw world
u are brilliant
and creative..

Your friend
MR wolf!

Are the only three drugs I've heard of that I've never tried,
yeah, I live,
and as I'm fond of saying, my Guardian Angels have to work in shifts and take regular time off for PTSD. But they do a great job! Here I am nearly 60 years old,abusing most things known to man, misbehaving with other peoples partners of any gender or variation thereof, driving too fast, taking the piss out of large drunks in pubs. My lungs are a bit fucked now to surf giant waves any more, but I make my poor old GAs work for their living!
I suspect they are Hell's Guardian Angels.

cheers,
Jess
Neopoet is a workshop. Poets take the time to read and think about your work and offer suggestions.
There is no obligation to make any changes however please acknowledge critique and comments.

but how can you possibly share a poem on an uncensored site and put restrictions on what a person is allowed to say? Is your faith that weak? I am one of Jehovah's Witnesses and am proud of it. I have nothing but admiration for atheists. Before I became a Witness I only had courage enough to be agnostic.Coward that I am. In fact, some of the kindest, most considerate people I have known were atheists. By the way, in line two you mention fault, should that read fall? As is I can't quite make sense of it. Line 3, were should be we're. Verse 3 line 3, taken should be taking. There were other points that required thinking to understand your meaning, maybe a bit more effort at clarity.

Keith Logan
the happy chappy
https://www.neopoet.com/community-guidelines

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