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Charles Monroe
Charles Monroe Los Angeles / United States, 32
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About Me : I am. That is all. I enter this realm In Peace and Humility With Wars under me. With Quills or with Pens Or Keystrokes the same Evoking the Spirits Who wilt me by ... more »

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  • POEM: Fragile Toys by Amitava Sur (7/20/2014 1:27:00 PM)

    Interesting.9.5
    War toys with kung-fu grips
    And elongated metal clips
    Fancy toys that break with time
    Are not made for girls and boys
    Who destroys us fragile toys.

  • POEM: Dropping This Heat by Connor Whyte (7/20/2014 12:34:00 PM)

    Nice. Here is a different take on the same term.

    To Hold the Heat
    A responsibility I've been cursed to keep
    Since all my big homeys are parolees
    On probation or known felons
    And I have no police record yet
    And am only thirteen
    I am expected by my fellow gang members
    To forever hold the heat.
    And I hold it like its golden
    Like our lives depended on it.
    And I hold it like it’s stolen
    Like there's countless murders on it.
    And I hold it locked and loaded
    Cocked and potent and concealed.
    Even though it’s very presence
    Will add decades to my sentence
    I must carry heat and hold it
    From the buckle to the scrotum
    Hoping none of us will lose it
    And I won’t be forced to use it
    Banging louder than the music
    Like a drum-roll off the snare
    Either wired or acoustic;
    Hope nobody likes to stare.
    Hope our enemies don’t show,
    I pretend to play the part
    Of a fool who doesn’t mind
    Putting led through someone’s heart.
    And I smile amongst the gangsters
    In my dark blue baggy jeans
    I’m the designated shooter
    And I barely turned thirteen;
    I been cursed to hold the heat.
    P.X
    7.20.14

  • POEM: Silent Heroes by Sossi Khachadourian (7/20/2014 5:42:00 AM)

    Heroic Villains
    We are the
    Villains because we speak truths
    While heroes are silent
    Divided in groups.
    Villains are lonely and solely inspired
    By God and Universe
    By Nature and machine.
    No secret identity
    Here is my face
    Now hate it secretly
    And smile when you see it.
    Villain because I oppose in the open
    While heroes repose in the comfort of masks.
    I am the hated timely belated distant related
    Vocally illustrated, ghetto Affiliated
    Despot, negatively painted.
    The villain whose smile is remembered by children
    An outlaw of men; a villain civilian
    Illegal alien chained in captivity
    Along Lady Liberty
    A heroic villain; look at me!
    Communal slave in the land of free
    Enterprise and capital gain
    Born terrified in the home of the brave.
    The True Patriot of a land taken
    Of a land that was and remains non vacant.
    A Villain Heroic among us is obvious
    Beyond communist disdained by populous
    Daunted taunted haunted unwanted
    Because we speak truths
    We are heroic villains.
    P.X
    7.19.14

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