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  • Orange Man Revived

    by NomadMonad on January 05, 2021

    Darkness slays the sun. Descending, he dies.
    To hide his glowing countenance and wait;
    Until his resurrection flood our skies
    With promise of a greater solar state.

    Oh mourn and weep, ye gaining shades of night;
    An orange sunset lingers in the west.
    The trumpet sobs a reveille; the light
    Is dwindling on the presidential fest.
    And cypresses are sighing in their shame
    For Orange Man has forfeited his game.

    The technocrats and leftists, as a mass
    Opposed his righteous reign with godless spite.
    Not once did they relent, but dogged his ass
    In jackal-packs still slavering to bite.
    And yet he is deplorably adored,
    Nor friend nor foe politically bored.

    Vile virtue-signalers (with none to show),
    Despised all those who dared support his plan;
    And prideful with each whining coward blow
    Confirmed themselves inferiors to the man.
    Pink feminists, at odds with all that's right
    Displayed themselves as pussies in the fight.

    They could not stand the mention of his name.
    The Globalists and other Euro-trash,
    With Luciferian bankers, void of shame,
    Resume their one-world plotting in a flash;
    Preparing for re-set. (We wish they would
    Let God reset them for their own damn good.)

    So DRUMPF's Fifth Reich must sadly reach its end,
    And Jared's Nazi wife return her shoes.
    Trump's Völkisch warriors shall no more defend
    Republics that weak RINOs all refuse;
    And Milquetoast Mitt, and Bush, his parting hail
    Grown tired of winning, longing yet to fail.

    My Einsatzgruppen uniform: no more
    To wear the holy garment in my pride.
    My shimmering hood and robe I now must store;
    Well-pressed, I lay them tearfully aside.
    My lynching rope I coil with loving care,
    My Ku-Klux armband nevermore to wear.

    Alas, the fascist father-figure goes;
    His bigot minions, all my own, lament.
    Misogynists and racists at the close
    Have lost their weary way and all is spent.
    He wasn't dictatorial enough;
    We all grew tired of winning. It was tough.

    But wait; a zephyr stirs the orange grove.
    The dusk has not yet sighed its final breath:
    Once more a scent of citrus wafts above . . .
    Twas' premature, their festival of death.
    Then TRUMP arises, grinning, from the bier
    And all who who wished him gone recoil in fear.

    Fresh horror now the adversaries sweeps;
    The trembling crypts foreshadow his rebirth.
    Progressive politics despairs and weeps
    While liberal dread supplants their vengeful mirth.
    Then Donald rises, leering like a ghost
    To fill with panic every heartless host.

    Now Olbermann and Biden gnash their teeth
    And roll their wicked eyes like men possessed.
    Barrack, Kamala, Hillary (with Keith)
    Recall the crimes they have not yet confessed.
    What was hailed as light now turns to shadow . . .
    Rachel's children mourn (that's Rachel Maddow).

    Heaven mocks hell—it's contradictory:
    Their dank Egyptian darkness is our light!
    Their suicidal rage, our victory
    And memes shall mock neurotic left-wing fright.
    Your socialistic plans now placed on hold,
    While Patriots and God are waxing bold.

    Unfit to line the cage of colored fowl
    Who twitter on, enraged, in revolution,
    White man's rag, that useless Constitution,
    Saves our republic; jackals cease to howl.
    The founders planned for such an urgency
    Now put to trial in our emergency.




    OK, I may have to rewrite the last few stanzas
    as current events unfold

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  • Mo Justice ! Mo RIGHTz

    by NomadMonad on October 28, 2020

    This site's administrators revoked my trusted user status.

    No explanation. They no longer let me post lyrics. What a joke.

    I must have transgressed their unwritten law ☺


    (All because I think Rage Against the Machine are a sucky bunch of sorry wussy frilly lace-panty-wearing hairdressers.)

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  • A year of death

    by alterEgo on October 07, 2020

    Like the red moon rising, the year of death has come

    Taking all the lives, no matter how big or small, 

    Each life, big in our hearts, ripped away, leaving only tears and mourning

    Another death has come, who will be next?

    Pray to god that the pain will stop

    Please spare us

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  • Limericks for Kyle Kenosha

    by NomadMonad on October 02, 2020

    Grosskreutz chased him, intending to harm.
    Kyle Rittenhouse sounded alarm;
    Then surrounded by danger,
    Engaged with that stranger
    Who needed a shot in the arm.

    Joey Rosenbaum handled it well,
    Though he’s no longer present to tell;
    And his threat: Shoot me nigger !
    Elicits a snigger
    From demons and devils in hell.

    The third idiot, Huber by name,
    Used his skateboard to bludgeon. For shame!
    Mr. Rittenhouse shot—
    And that skater-dude got
    A delicious hot slice of the same.


    KENOSHA, it’s great to be here tonight !
    We love you all,
    Such a wild audience...
    Are you ready to ROCK ?

    (Joseph Rosenbaum, Anthony Huber,
    and Gage Grosskreutz were ...)

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  • Being awake is painful. Why is everyone asleep.

    by alterEgo on September 22, 2020

    Hi all, im back from my honeymoon . I lost my mother's bracelet,  that was a wedding gift.  Im so upset still. We went antiquing, i got mad at husband because we went to too many places, and he never takes photos of me while i took a lot of him so we dont know at which point it was lost.  Ruined honeymoon pretty much.  If there is a higher power i wish my bracelet will come back to me.  I don't want to feel guilt and sadness anymore. 

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  • Two-tone Memories

    by NomadMonad on September 05, 2020


    Ranking, skanking
    in a checkered world,
    keystone cops
    chase rudeboys
    while you sweat the beer out
    on the dancefloor;
    flailing, riddled,
    ventilated with every rim-shot
    trying desperately
    to swim to Jamaica
    from England.

    ★ TWO–TONE ★
    ★ MORE SKA ★

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  • Alarm Cluck

    by NomadMonad on August 19, 2020

    Take a bow for taking a knee.
    We want to thank you for being woke.
    You fell asleep in the Land of the Free;
    (The punchline to your own lame joke.)




    Y'all so WOKE I bought you an alarm clock.

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  • My grandma passed away

    by alterEgo on August 16, 2020

    I found out from a text message from my dad this morning. I saw the text on my ten minute break at work. Came back composed, but as soon as someone talked to me I started bawling. The worst thing is that my mum doesnt even know, dad told me not to tell her. He found out from my uncle. I thought he would tell her tonight but he plans to tell her in the morning. I just can't right now. At least they let me go home from work but i feel so embarrassed that i started crying in front of people who dont even know my name. Ugh. 

    She was 81 years old. As usual my intj partner is not good at comforting me. But also he is also dealing with his own thing right now. He is doing much better actually. Right now i feel sad, low mood and guilty.

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  • Update: depression self harm warning

    by alterEgo on August 08, 2020

    Im sitting in the bathroom,  wet hair, dont wanna come out its been 45 min, since ive seen my partner.  Im feeling desperate,  my partner went to the hospital 2 days ago because of depression and thoughts of self harm.  I had to stop him from doing something to himself.  Now i feel like a prisoner in this family. I dont get a moments peace. Just a moment ago  his mother was yelling a question at me through the bathroom door. I really don't want to talk to his family or even my partner right now,  he is an empty shell. It hurts me to see him like this. Thank you for listening. 

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  • hiii

    by alterEgo on July 15, 2020

    I'm really hoping covid doesnt cancel my wedding. please God, pleaseeeee. We're so close now, it will be nice weight of my chest once it's done. I don't wanna postpone. Pleaseeeee.

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  • My Radical Change

    by ThrashAddict on June 08, 2020

    I just wanted to let people know [whoever cares] that I have begun the process of becoming a United States Marine. My bootcamp date, as of now, is April 5th, 2021, as per my admission into the delayed entry program. Other than my family and some of the my friends, not a whole lot of people who know me are aware of my efforts, so I decided to "vent" it here on my songmeanings journal. I only walked into the Marine Corps recruiter's office a few weeks ago, on May 15th, and already, I am a "poolee" who is medically qualified with an ASVAB score of 94. About a month ago, I was not affiliated with the U.S. military at all, hence why the comparison to my current status has led me to title this entry "My Radical Change". It only took me a month to completely change the course of my life, and even though nothing really "significant" has actually occurred, I am excited (as well as scared shitless) about the coming months leading up to boot camp. 

    I usually am not this forward with these types of matters, but because I've been on songmeanings for a few years, I thought it might be the perfect place to share some of my more personal thoughts so as to give my account a bit more character to it, rather than just a collection of lyrics and artists I post up every now and then when I hear one of interest. In other words, I want you all to know that there is a person behind this account, and in the future, most likely around the summer/spring seasons, I will be gone for some time. There will probably be no submissions for a while, and the U.S.M.C. is most likely going to be the reason why. 

    Also, considering that some people in the past have died during Marine Corps boot camp, I wish to inform people as to the possibility of one day having no more submissions produced by this account. If by this time next year, there are no more submissions, this journal entry here should provide the context needed for people to not wonder "What happened to ThrashAddict?" 

    Thank you for your understanding and I hope to submit as much as possible before being shipped off to the unknown. 

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  • sifting through the madness

    by RosesAtSunset on June 05, 2020

    I’m feeling the jaws of my subconscious snapping and tearing at me.

    Life is Good

    I’m fleeing out of reach of those fangs and they can hardly get a grip.

    Hate is Real

    I’m moving forward but the ground beneath me is rolling back.

    Truth is Gone

    I’m sinking into the depths of what is unreal and the real is dissipating into smoke.

    God is Here

    I’m seeing the eyes watching me as I sway side to side and yet they don’t move.

    Death is Light

    I’m losing the way and the map is too bright for me to know where I ought to go.

    Love is Now

    I’m finding you even when you’re not with me so I can’t be lost.

    Peace is Here

    I’m looking at the face of fear yet I feel less scared of what’s reverse.

    Joy is Found

    I’m following the route because the only way is through the hurt.

    Mind is Matter

    Matter is Mind

    what I leave behind

    is all you’ll ever find 


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  • Human interaction, thank you. Without it I am nothing.

    by alterEgo on June 02, 2020

    How kind of you to stir my dull heart, and my even duller mind. To even give me a glimmer of hope in the darkness, behind the veil of tears. How nice that I am a person and not a creature of existence. Thank you, thank you thank you. The air is now bareable. My sadness is deeply rooted like a tree fed with years of negativity, anxiety and hatred. For that I am sorry. I'm sorry I cannot bloom, I cannot beam a light. I'm sorry I cannot help others. 

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  • My love

    by alterEgo on May 29, 2020

    Moonlight rays gentle slumber, sweet words, sweet rhythmic breaths. The peaceful surroundings are more than i deserve.  Soft embrace: let me never forget the smell of sweet soft hair. A calm to my mind. Where there is no rhythm or rhyme. My sweet sweet love. All mine.

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  • drabble 43449.1

    by alterEgo on May 20, 2020


    Terrible tabitha where are you? longitude lattitude, i long for you

    Terrible Tabitha where are you? seeking your affection has left me blue

    The curves of your face, the emotion of your body 

    Please shed some love on the withered soul that aches...

    Aches for your love.



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  • Prithee Friend that Hedge behold

    by NomadMonad on May 14, 2020

    Prithee Friend that Hedge behold
    When all we rhiming Fools grow old
    Who in vain Florish Life have spent
    Amidst it stands a rivall’d Tree,
    Now representing sixty three
    And like it you and I shall be.
    The bare vine round about it clings
    With mischievous, intangling Strings
    The night Shade with a dismal Flow’r
    Culrs o’er it, like a Lady’s Tower
    Or Honesty with feather’d Down
    Like grizled Hair deforms its Crown
    Luxuriant plants that o’er it spread
    Not medicinal for Heart or Head
    Whch serve but to amuse the Sight
    Are like the nothings that we write
    Yet still ’tis thought that Tree’s well plac’d
    With beauteous Eglantine imbrac’d
    But see how false Appearance proves
    If he that Honeysuckle Loves
    Which climbs by him to reach the Thorns
    The rival Thorn his Age derides
    And gnaws like jealousy his Sides.
    Then let us cease, my Friend, to sing
    When ever youth is on the Wing
    Unless we solidly indite
    Some good Infusing while we write
    Lest with our Follies hung around
    We like that Tree & Hedge be found
    Grotesque & trivial, shun’d by all
    And soon forgotten when we fall.

    Anne Finch (1661-1720)

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  • Unblinking grief

    by RosesAtSunset on May 02, 2020

    I met her through this site. She knew me but how much did I seek to know her?

    hell she fucking died in October

    and I just found out now

    felt like getting punched in the stomach

    by something you barely knew

    or never really tried to

    last thing she wrote me was on a picture from when I went to Tokyo 

    she said she was happy to see me around again and that she missed me

    man I told her I missed her too and hoped she was doing well

    who could've known she died 6 months later

    and left behind her two beautiful kids

    fuck dude I'm sorry

    i saw your photo last night and thought I'd hit you up

    and little did I know that I never could 

    I'm sorry Kim 


    “the last cigarettes are smoked, the loaves are sliced,

    and lest this be taken for wry sorrow,

    drown the spider in wine.

    you are much more than simply dead:

    I am a dish for your ashes,

    I am a fist for your vanished air.

    the most terrible thing about life

    is finding it gone.”
    -Charles Bukowski

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  • Petal to the Metal

    by NomadMonad on April 12, 2020


    A White Rose said to an African Violet:

    Purple darkness makes my day.

    The Violet, showing forth her petals, spoke:

    Let’s share some sun in May.


    Happy Easter!
    come on over and visit

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  • hmm

    by swamp on April 10, 2020

    I wonder 

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  • National Poetry Writing Month

    by NomadMonad on March 22, 2020 here again.

    You are exhorted to participate:

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