Poetry Tangent

Shalom,

As what the headline entails, I presume I'll try something differential entry this time. But anything before that, I'll mock you first with a photo below of the radical racists playing with their degenerate kids.

These shits are freaking awesome playing with their babies in the context of social ideology by the use of illegal meds. It's perturbing how stuffs like this play a role in the campaign for a total eradication of drug smuggling, drug trafficking, and more of what the social technocracy give to the black market and monkey businesses to disguise. It's quite ironic these leaders making changes and profits and the likes but carry with them the introspection of syndication of underdogs to get ravage and notoriety. To simplify this, I don't trust the government but I love their plans.

Next thing in line:

"This one is enlightening"

Poetry Tangent

Havoc 

© David Martin Asebias 2011

To the tomb

I crawl

slowly

slowly

slowly dying.

With faint and loneliness

nearing to my deathbed

blurring

slurring

nagging from pain.

Trying to leap

trying to bend

no sign of relief,

from this

somatic grief.

Pale

greased

dumped and stupefied.

How intense

how massive

the struck of this--

this...

this eternal desolation

At last

I renounce.

I give up, surrendered

into this dying

dying...

And death. 

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The Write 

 © David Martin Asebias 2011

Struggling and searching

pen.

I need a pen.

Tempted

from the need to scribble.

Clipping a blank,

blank paper.

Riding.

Gliding.

Coordinating hand and mind.

Analyzing

clumping my pen

through this lame hand.

Initializing

trying to find a word

but nothing.

Again I tried.

And tried

persistent and determined

I ditched to this blank, blank paper.

Then I saw a light.

At last, I conquered.

Now, tell me anything you want to tell. Let go of your emotions and violent motivations of your say to the poetry. Let me know also about your reaction on the photos and distress me not about it, please.

Love and Care.