Behind every great fortune is a great crime.
With the ‘revelation’ this week that the Wall St. evil fuckheads, who WE bailed out, laugh and make fun of everyone else who isn’t a multi-millionaire or billionaire surfaced from a hidden microphone at their exclusive yearly party just confirms a few things.
Firstly, the evil rich couldn’t care less about you or I. They would trample over the bones of millions to get what they want. They laugh, deride, and make fraternity type jokes about how stupid we are and how easy it is for them to get away with what they do. They literally laugh all the way to the bank with OUR money that they have lied, stolen or cheated (with the help of paid of politicians) to get.
Their mentality is very different to the other 99% of the public. The wealthy rich of this country are also banding together as they are feeling ‘victimized’ by everyone else because they are rich. These spoilt, mewling, snot nosed scumbags actually want us to feel ‘sorry’ for them.
Billionaires are saying this to distract us from the fact that their wealth and power is at a greater level than at any point in this nations history.
They want a society much like the Dickensian era where there were the majority of poor and working poor, a small middle class ( Scrooge in A Christmas Carol was middle class) and a small elite upper class.
They would have free reign to Lord over peoples lives and do whatever their hearts want to satisfy themselves without repercussions.
They are afraid of everyone else as they hold a belief that we want what they have.
So they will do and say anything to keep the power and control they have. So now they are saying that they are feeling victimized to curry some sought of sympathy.
I say bring back the days of the Bastille and chop the heads of these evil bastards but like the hydra I am sure two would grow back.
-TDB
I wonder
What we could have been
Husband and wife
Raising a kid
Newly weds until death
Does us in
The wrinkles in your hand
Formed from holding mine
They interlock
Like we were made
For each other
Your life line
A perfect impression
Of scars that almost cost mine
And vice versa
Verse out of my favorite vice
Your skin against mine
Breathing in slow motion
From lip locking
Like a fist fight
Lights out
Eyes closed
So we can see
What it feels like
To lose yourself in the moment
You find your soul mate
Take it to new heights
I don't just want our souls to mate
But to karma sutra
Hit by love
10 times over what I gave you
Be completely consumed
To commit hate crimes
Against loneliness
Every kiss
A baseball bat broken against
Kneeling in prayer caps
Each embrace plastic bags
And zip ties over the face
Of us not together
Your body being dragged
Behind the head board
When you're not full of me
Fill me up with the sound
Of you being cut down
To nothing but our
Animalistic instincts
Howling a mix
Of cursing and blessings
I want to see you smile
When you realize
You escaped your dream
And awoke to me
I want your laugh
Resonating off the walls
I want your belly to swell
So we can share a life
But none of that can be
Just fanciful dreams
All fictional poetry
-DCR
Dear Boy
Dear Boy, Some days I think that You just enjoy being lonely. With all of your self-loathing, I cannot tell the difference
Between you putting me down
And you pulling yourself up
From the puddles of alcohol
You are choking on.
Dear Boy, Some days I swear you hate me. Most days I don’t care, But some days, I do.
Dear Boy, Neither of us are perfect.
We both screw up sometimes, And obviously, we aren’t So great together, But does that mean We are only allowed To be angry at our fates?
Dear Boy, You’ve hurt me more Than I can even find words To write. You’ve tried taking from me Every bit of strength And confidence I have flowing inside my veins, And yet, I forgive you.
Dear Boy, Some days are better left forgotten.
Like the days you Talked shit about me to your friends
And the days you Told me I had no home to come back to.
Dear Boy, You lied. And I forgive you, Because acts of kindness Don’t always have to make sense.
Sometimes they can be Convoluted as shit, But it doesn’t matter.
Dear Boy, I forgive you For being an asshole sometimes.
I know that being lonely hurts And that hating yourself Often makes it easier To hate others.
Dear Boy, There was a time that I knew Exactly the right words To say to each other.
There was a time when We didn’t have to circle An empty room And not get too close Because we could Look at each other.
There was a time When I thought You were more. Dear Boy, I don’t know you anymore.
I don’t have to. I forgave you.
But please, Dear, dear boy, Don’t pretend like you
Know me.
-Seraphine the Poet
February 21, 2014
I Remember
I remember last valentines day. Dinner expected to be future. But my ex said I was annoyed during dessert so he decided not to propose.
Reminds me of the summer before that on the boat-- he said he would have asked me to marry him but blah blah blah. Same shit, different year.
I know it all wasn't for me, but the illusion of truly being loved was too much for me to say no.
For too long. But at least now I can admit I know how to love for sure, but I am convinced I do not know how to be loved. And that's okay...it just hurts. A lot.
I shut down and some days I don't want to talk, to anyone. I push people away because I get sick and tired of needing things that I should provide for myself.
I taught myself that my negative thinking can be replaced with positive reframing.
It is almost impossible to be your own self help when all you intend in this world is to teach people that--YOU ARE YOUR SELF HELP.
Nothing is as strong and resilient as love. But most people do not really listen to that.
They focus on the result--what they 'receive' from the person or act. And that is okay.
There has to be every part of a tree to fulfill its teleology.
Being the roots is not so bad. I just wonder what it feels like to not feel every single thing that affects even the branches..even the leaves..and even the dry wood--because it was once a part of me.
-Sunny