Gengis Capote

Rookie (October,27,1968 / Havana, Cuba)

Gengis Capote Poems

41. Gallows 7/11/2010
42. Ghost Of Macbeth 2/16/2012
43. Ghost Of Macbeth's # 2 2/16/2012
44. Ghost Ship 10/6/2009
45. Gladiator 7/11/2010
46. Go To Hell 10/6/2009
47. Goodbye Yellow Brick Road 4/21/2010
48. Handout 4/7/2012
49. Hear My Love 10/6/2009
50. Her Servant 4/21/2010
51. Here Upon The Ruins 5/14/2010
52. How You Get The Scar? 7/11/2010
53. I Am Artist 7/11/2010
54. I Think...((Not A Poem)) 10/6/2009
55. Ignorance Be Bless 10/6/2009
56. Imbecile 5/14/2010
57. Imprimatur Of Love 7/11/2010
58. In The Attic # 2 7/11/2010
59. Insanities Rhapsody 7/13/2009
60. It Will Burn Till It Burns No More, For 11/24/2009
61. Jodi Wanted A Kiss....And A Kiss She Got 4/9/2010
62. La Flor Que Quiere Su Sol 7/11/2010
63. La Horca......Gallows Spanish Version 7/11/2010
64. Last Bah For The Sheep's Of Babylon 4/11/2011
65. Laughing Down-Under 2/1/2010
66. Letters Of Eight...# 1 Undelivered 4/9/2010
67. Lighthouse 9/1/2010
68. Liquid Shark 5/14/2010
69. Literate Rainbows 5/23/2010
70. Lost 4/21/2010
71. Lost #2 7/21/2011
72. Lost In Battle 7/13/2009
73. Lost In Metaphor 7/21/2011
74. Loved To Death 7/11/2010
75. Manifesto 10/6/2009
76. Massaging The Queen 7/11/2010
77. Measure My Love 10/6/2009
78. Mi Voz 7/11/2010
79. Misery Thus Far 2/1/2010
80. Missing You 10/6/2009
Best Poem of Gengis Capote

Social Disobedience Of Conformity

Without a doubt there will always be
'Social Disobedience of Conformity.
One would have to be blind deaf and stupid
not to notice the realities of life,
where few are the museums, though lets build
another Church to praise the
dead illusions of humanity.
Passing the basket around
gathering humanities well slay values,
so they may play golf and tennis on weekends.
They under the cloth of religions supremacy
neocheaters personification of society,
them Shepherd's of Sheep
frowning with celestial smiles.
They neither produce more than they ...

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Insanities Rhapsody

Wearing these shredded garments of happiness,
I journey into the abyss.
Dragging each step to suffer more-
Learning to sustain my final burn.

Master-less!
I eagerly pursuit the black crow.
Slither journey in soberly awareness,
Torture my soul with Needles.

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