A Cow-Pokes Hound
Get along, little doggy- Katherine Tylor McCall
To that great big bye-and-bye,
Herdin’ Cattle ‘cross them clouds-
On that ranch up in the sky,
Where every day is bright and clear-
And the grass is tall and green,
Where the food bowls always full-
and the puppy-chow is keen.
It’s a place that every cow-pokes hound-
Will find themselves one day,
Pickin’ fights with armadillos,
And sleeping in the hay.
The Harmousa Speaks Of Rivers And Evil
Ancient, musty evil long hallowed and exalted, Katherine Tylor McCallI have known evil,
When towering flames it more deserved.
My soul has grown deep of this evil.
When The Negroe* looked upon the Nile,
and raised the pyramids above it, did he see?
For such a man, oppressed, should heed it clearly.
It’s glory is of old,
Polluted and defiled with waste unseemly her cry I hear,
As she did mine that night the evil had a name, a face,
A phallus, so shaped and brutal like the planes that raped my country,
that the irony, perhaps, drug forth a laughing sob,
Into the stagnant night to join the thousand others Allah has ignored.
For veiled or not you ARE a whore.
And so I say you are not welcome in my home.
For I, a guest in yours defiled, was held to blame.
‘brought it upon herself’ you whispered low that I could hear,
Your hissing breath as from a snake did stoke the embers in my womb.
The seed he left, not life,
But righteous anger at his happy countenance when he had done with me.
A growing thing he did impart within me, like to some ravaging disease as cancer,
Ever-morphing, ‘till I feared it would consume me.
So ‘win’ he does again, and all by MY allowance is he able.
As if, by my volition, I did walk into Sahara’s blistering sun bare of all clothing,
And stood in total stillness as her rough and unforgiving sands erode my skin,
Slough off my breasts,
And raze my hair that I am no longer woman.
Transparent and defenseless;
Without skin and barely human still I stand at Egypt’s merciless sun,
Who warms me not but turns me all to ash.
*’the Negroe Speaks of Rivers’ -Langston Hughes
Best. Fight scene. Ever.
Enjoy, aslo, watch the movie, Oldboy, it’s even better.
Leave a show in my ask box and I’ll tell you:
- favorite character-Dr.Simon tam
- least favorite character-frakkin Inara
- prettiest character-River hands down
- character I wanna marry-Mal or Zoe, probably Zoe.
- favorite pairing-Simon/Mal
- favorite episode-Objects In Space, if I have to choose
- unpopular opinion-Inara pisses me off, always has, glad she wanted to leave.
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My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level stands stretch far away.
-Percy Bysshe Shelley
excellent ref captain, love this poem despite it’s lack of albatrosse’s
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A rap made by them Christians, BACKFIRED. Beat is sick,like the lyrics, all true, lulz.
WHY MULTICULTURALISM IS A REGRESSIVE FORCE, HIS ARGUMENT IS INFALLIBLE.
FRAK’N FRAK’A’FRAK. ALSO, FRAK.
