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Posts by Synchropation
Theres rage that builds like a volcanic heartbeat
Deep within it throbs and echoes
In your every step and every action
Beneath the grin is feral voice
Atop a cliff
Loose rocks tumble
Waiting for the inevitable day
Like gravity its a law of nature
Anger will reign when a thunder storms
#poem #poetry
Never thought Iβd see the President of the United States threatening to commit blatant war crimes on social media, but here we are.
No Kings needs to be everyday. Not all at once. Maybe different states, different cities. But everyday. Until Trump is in prison.
Senator Chris Murphy, "The Strait of Hormuz was open before the war began"
"We are now seeking to solve a problem that we created"
"This is insanity"
Accessorize with blind bag gifts
Labubu have you tried mags/clips?
Pouches like its a 90s Liefeld comic
Dumping bullets as tax exempts write offs
Personify power fantasy
Killing in the name of greenery
Benjamin bills and Tom foolery
Acting tough til its time to make flight logs
#poem #poetry
Small bones
Buried somewhere where no one roams
A liar's tome
Written in script scriptures cast casting stones
Sin is home
Mistaken love and mistakes love to miss takes too hot for everyone staying sobre
Tears are songs
Dripping on bathroom tiles percussive pattern around a wire hanger prone
#poem
When the beat drops they all gasp
Like its a hangman's noose
Explosive verbally vomit fast
Furious on the highway lose
The cops trailing hard on the gas
PIT ready to hit that bumper cruise
Control your emotional spetznas
That sabotage your successful tools
#poem
Murderous regimes
March the poorest peeps
Down the bloody road
Bodies in a row
Killing for their bread
Mass burying the dead
Children dying is a sound bite
Feedin deathβs appetite
Origin story of a revolutionary
Renew the war cause itβs hereditary
Sins of liar
Burn in an oil fire
#poem
Donald J.Trump is a felon and a pedophile.
Release ALL of the Epstein files.
#EpsteinFiles
#releaseTheEpsteinFiles
Boots on the ground
Blood on the pavement
Bones in the sand
Burial eminent
How can you turn a blind eye
When history gives a path to avoid walking
Deja vu another desert excursion
Crusaders are all fools
Swords guided by religious zealotry
Tomahawk missiles guided by GPS technology
#poem #fucktrump
Trinkets in a little box
Music when the lid is tilted
See the faceted stones glitter
Happiness captured for a fleeting moment
When darkness swallows up your soul
Think about the light and sparkles
Not of stone or pearls or gold
But kindness and love of another soul
#poem
Itβs looking increasingly likely that Kristi Noem and Lewandowski funneled almost 200 million in government money to a company that is run by her friend and that nobody can give an address for.
Oh, and it was 8 days old when it was awarded the contract.
Barely blip in the world war making
Like a baby seed made via two gametes connecting
Games of politics and ego
No brains, all libido
Waving their nuclear arsenal
Like a dick on sildenafil
Shooting their shot in the dark
Civilian death when they miss the mark
I ran home
Wrote a #poem from my dome
Virulent dissidents dissolving borders and regimes deploying regiments into civilian tenements propped by tense tens of brigands and reprobates reproducing situations simulating stimulants straight to the medulla mind stoned like Medusa staring straight no peripherals. #poem #lyricalmiracle
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The FBI being on high alert for terrorist actions is important right now.
Too bad they fired and gutted their counterterrorism capacity
The lack of cowbell was a missed opportunity for memes
Fairytales told by bystanders
And gravediggers
Legends are lies that cover like blankets
Flowers bloom on corpses of good & evil men
Who stands and tills to pick apart weeds & invasive from those borne native
When in the heart is the true seed
From actions planted by now bone, lime, & gypsum
#poem
Prickled tines of memories tangled
Embedded in my mind longingly
Becoming points of leverage
My soul will pivot upon discovery
Creating paths unpredictable
Like glass shattering shapes
Scattering and becoming sand
Washed and bleached upon
A beach of bones
Thoughts set aside and discarded
#poem
Drawn quickly in dirt
A circle of glass marbles
Clink goes the shooters
Weigh the cost
Of quieting thoughts
Scratching inside your skull
Placate the loss
By drowning draught
Inebriated in sunken hulls
Bottoms up
Looking down
No treasure to be found
Ghosts of wrecks
Forgotten bets
Pressure crushing your breath
Good golly
Roger on molly
Nothing left is profound
#poem
A labor of love,
November child unknowing
gift. Nine months later.
#haiku
#poem
#valentinesday
#happyvalentines
Childish dreams to go back home
Simple means no ignition in the stove
Burned my fingers with matches to start it up
Felt grown up cookin rice in a pot
In charge of the grill was less than 10
My father was drunk didnt even pretend
To be bothered during holidays
Thats how i learned to love the flames
Lets flow
Growing up poor gave me skills to survive
No craft services here this was how it was in real life
Every talent honed through miserable failure
Sharpened by tragedy ice pick impaler
I remember the ice truck on summers
Pick up a block for block shave it and serve it
#poem #rhymepractice
There are four main food groups: 1. Canned 2. Frozen 3. Fried 4. Drive-thru