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Puppets

Look at this perfect puppets,
Their perfect masks,
Their perfect body,
Their perfect feelings,
Their perfect life,
Everything is broken!
Look at this broken puppets,
Their broken masks,
Their broken body,
Their broken feelings,
Their broken life,
Everything is perfect!

RipHearken not to the words
Of the beauteous, ungodly saint,
Or linger like a swimmer
In coagulating paint.

Sharpest nails scrape the night.
Perfect cuticles in your day dreams.

Torn innocence.
Has all been lost?

There are many things that may be found,
Like insects, wormlings
But that sound...
It infiltrates the sodden ground
To penetrate the coffin bound.

The saint sings on,
Drowning out Nirvana.
So beauteous
yet so ungodly.

Tinkling notes can fill my soul,
but won’t touch it
never touches

Have no illusions
- What you cannot attain
Never truly leaves.

Welcome HomeWelcome home
Never left.
Breath laced with dust of sales,
Turn up the thermostat

Welcome home
We know it’s safe no matter what they say.
Those who digress: for money –
No contention

Welcome home
Our attack, defense –
minuscule, immense.
It’s different, what we do –

Welcome home.
Fix all we lack
with money, cash and power
or clear the way for others

Welcome home,
Here we are and here we will remain
as the image fills the frame
Script and scene, to entertain –

Welcome home.
Hollow eyes
lobotomized for scripted speech:
Honored, glamorized are each

Here we are, with poison speak
Starts to creak on axis.

I present you with a picture.I present you with a picture.
I want you to take a look.

It's two hands interlocked if you didn't know.
Two hands embracing each other.

Take a closer look.
Get in real close.

They are just two hands right?
Two hands among millions, billions even.

No one would look at this picture and say,
'That's wrong'

Maybe if the hands were coloured differently.
Someone would complain, some racist out there.

But I wouldn't and I know most others wouldn't either.
But that's a shame it's not everyone.

Lets zoom out shall we?
Take in the whole picture.

It's two men.
Or two women.

Do you still think 'it's okay'?
Honestly tell me.

Some would say it's

Like The (Insert Here)Like the BBC
That's not the news for me
Like the Catholic Church
Makes me want to search
Like Federal Government
No need to be hesitant
Like Benghazi
It is Crazy
Like the NRA
That is not okay
Like the IRS
Conservatives need a test?
Like the press tapping
Why is this happening?
Like Watergate
Paranoia and hate
Like Newtown
What is going down?
Like Obama-care
Public option is not there
Like polarization of Washington
Change was what we were hoping
Like the liberals
Why do you create walls?
Like the conservatives
Why do you lack objectives?
Like the American Dream
It isn't want it seems

E. I'm Mad as Hell and I'm Not Going to Take it AnThe entertained are weak minded. I'm starting to think maybe we're addicted to entertainment. Feeling sad and low? Hard day at work? A little stressed? - First thing we collectively do is find the

couch and turn on the TV.

No doubt, a marvelous piece of equipment... but there's a screaming child inside of you that wants to stay up late, want to see just five more minutes....! Inject me right here, gimme five minutes

of E.

Ooooooh, I lay down, mind somewhere else, time passing by, doing laps around me like I'm stoned stupid. E, it's so damn good, it'll make you stupid..

It'll make you stupid for hours, it'll make you stupid for a lifetime

starface skull
is loose
center of wrong
the thrum
of the singular
nerve
+ skin around
the eyes
and in them
the internal distortion
of etched images
with interlocked
sensory reality
/overload

Blinded By FaithBlinded By Faith

At the dawn of man
He questioned his world
How did he come to be?
Mythology grew at a pace
Ritual becomes a method of control
Men of power use it to force their will

Blinded by faith
You justify the hate
Religion fuelling bloodshed
In a holy war
It’s God v God
But only man will lose

Huddled over scriptures
The holy man spreads the lies
In those sacred halls
Common sense fears to tread
People flock to hear the word
Leave your brain at the door

As science fills in the puzzle
Of how it all began
You fear you’ll lose your grip
When we have no need for God
So you brainwash your children
That to question faith is w

All die kleinen Tode...All die kleinen Tode, die wir sterben, für die es keine Gräber gibt.
Das Trauertragen abgeschafft.
Zelebrieren wir das Stanzen nach neuen Schablonen.
Einzigartigkeit als Makulatur.
für die Brennöfen der Drehbuchautoren einer feinen Welt.
Kaum, dass wir sehen lernen,
fressen sich alltagstaugliche Masken in unsere Gesichter
bis wir verschmelzen-
Wenn wir lange genug in den Spiegel starren glauben wir es sogar.
Wir brauchen keine Zukunftsvisionen
wir produzieren bereits Maschinen
Ich renne, denn ich bin ausrangiert
der letzte Trauergast
der Tränen kennt

Kuenstliches Komasie wachen niemals auf

das blockierte System vegetiert
in sich verschlossen

keine Anschläge auf Milliardäre
deren nahrungstoxische Fabriken
passive Zombies züchten

Klimakollaps und Betonwüsten
im Sinne
der Unter-Gangs-Propheten
auf das Versprochene beten

wieviel Profit
wird diese Not entwerfen
weitere zweitausend Jahre vom Monde
eine Welt zu erpressen?

niemand will kämpfen
- bloß warnen -

Verständnis
ist das Massengrab der Blinden
die niemals heraus finden

selbstoperierende Zellen
gegen Kartelle
die unter Obama ihre Lobby
im Senat verdoppeln

seht ihre Taten
und glaubt nicht bezahlten Worten

...
die Farben des Ozeans sind menschlich
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WeltenspielerWer verstehen will muss sich das Menschsein einverleiben.
Ein Abendmahl auf sterbender Muttererde
Aus Schläuchen trinke ich euer Blut, gierig aus den Herzkammern…wie Schatzkammern
Mit Zähnen reiße ich das Fleisch heraus
Und knabbere an morschen Knochen wie an DNA-Strängen
Und ihr glaubt ihr hättet euch domestiziert-
Ich bin das Tier…

Und schön bin ich dann,
dass ich reihenweise Herzen breche und lache
und eloquent,
dass ich an Herrscherpulten goldene Lügen auswerfe
und unersättlich,
dass ich die Erde mit Kapitalismus tränke

ich bin der Weltenspieler

Are they so different?Twisted individuals
Burning up the world,
Consumed with a rage filled with darkness

Pure unique
Trying to make a better place
Struggles every day being different, shines in a light so bright

Are they alike?
Is there something in common?

They're both outcasts
Except one is more kind
The other is unknown

Both sad little children
One more than the other
But one makes more of a statement, a spectacle, a show

Both trying to get by in this world corrupted
By
Money
Sex
Greed

Is it their fault when one crosses a line?
The one keeping it hidden
The other being open

Both actions ruining people's lives
One for selfish gain
The other for relie

BlindedSome say that stars rise, but
Lucifer was a morning star,
And he fell, as we all know;
Fell and fell til he hit
The ground, dazed and numb,
Swallowing his raging words.

He now rises to the dais, nervous
Worried, questioning, doubting
What he is about to do,
Rightfully so. We will learn
To hate him for this day.

His words thunder like a
Teautonic nightmare, viking
Storms, raging across the world.

He sees himself as a god, an
Aryan dream, but light - be it
Good or bad, is not darkness,
And so light will crowd out all
Else, burning, blinding, scalding.

And this is the legacy he left us
Left us hated for what he
Forced us to do, they cry, bu

Human CostsCells we divide now divide our masses
One becomes two, God help us.
Don't you dare question what
Science has deemed is good for us -
Things never were this complicated before.

The human costs of cloning, they claim,
Are morally repellant. Slogans yelled,
Placards raised against a nameless enemy
One we will never fully understand, nor
Hope to, they clam. Pitiful. Shameful.

Absorb our eyes, skin, the feel
Of rain, sensations, broken, absurd.
We comment, socially, societally, upon
The biology of our technology, but never
Do we consider what we ourselves say.

Lost upon our nameless sea of guilt,
Pentagrams repeated 'cross our skies, burned

Sieg Heil IsraelSieg Heil Israel!

Wenn das auserwählte Volk
Sich wie jüdische Arier benimmt
ja, ihr habt gut gelernt
Von Hitler, dem deutschen Volksverräter
Packt die Araber ins KZ
Und zeigt uns, wer die neue Herrenrasse
Wer die jüdische Rasse ist
Diktiert uns, was wir sagen dürfen
Kritiseren, äußern und aussprechen dürfen
Was die Wahrheit wirklich und was nicht ist
Stellt die Regime-Kritiker an die Wand und...

Die Mobbing Opfer aus dem Auschwitz-Gymnasium
Mutieren selbst zu Schulhofschlägern
Nun, liebe Erdbevölkerung, ab mit euch in Reih und Glied!
Marschieren wir im Stechschritt und
Heben d

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Realization of LifeA child so pure
A butterfly so free
Reminds me of the days
When I was still me

Everyday corruption
An attempt to devour
Changes into evil
The sweetest of flowers

A prejudice world
So familiar with hate
Has erased my innocence
And left me to fate

My eyes open now
To myself I can't lie
The world so imperfect
The tears I have cried

Unexplainable aching
Life's an infection
The sole source of blame
For my injust rejection

Pain once unknown
Has now become blatant
A facade of happiness
My most treasured acquaintance

My life now scarred
My memory so vivid
Of the times i was happy
So pure and so livid

A child so pure
A bu

In the Eyes of the InnocentYou're not Arabian
I'm not American
We're only human beings
I won't kill you
You won't kill me
We're just trying to live
To die for your country
Makes no sense
On either side of the situation
To be at peace with what you have
Makes perfect sense to me
Take a step back from selfishness
A step forward in peace
Resist cold blood vengeance
And work towards coexistence
Living within a given boundary
And believing in something
Gives you no right to look someone in the eye
And kill for your country
No matter how much is "gained"
The loss will be far greater
In the lives of the innocent

AshamedThe last tear runs dry
As the last trace of blood runs
The anguish, the depression
One more of life's meaningless lessons..

The last breath of my guardian angel
As I'm lost within the darkness
The emotions, self pity
Unbearable, the beauty

The last time I hear you cry
As I feel no remorse
The anger, the blasphemy
I cried for you, you smiled at me

The last breathe I intake
As I regret my past mistakes
The hurt you caused, the pain
I leave this world, ashamed

Bleeding HeartI wish you'd see
What you mean to me
To let me go
Just goes to show
Did u ever care?
Was i ever really there..
In your thoughts, your feelings?
Am i an idiot for believing
That you loved me unconditionally
When you can so easily forget about me?

I cant stop the bleeding
I cant stop the hurt
I'll bleed alone
I'll die alone
With you forever in my heart

Inquisition of HumanityFriend or foe
Enemy or trustworthy
A question posed by humanity
That often leaves me wondering

If I hurt
Will they weep for me?
My world drowning in tears

If I call for them
Will they hear me??
My shrill screams echo in my mind

If I trust them
Will they decieve me?
For I'm in desperate need of a confidant

If I tell them
Will they believe me?
The things I've said, I've done

If I died for them
Would they forget me?
Would I even matter anyway?

Finding answers that bury me
My inquiries on humanity
often leave me questioning
The morals of society

your smileall those smiles upon your face
once products of my personality
seem now to be so harsh
are they now a mere facade of the truth?
can i still make you smile?

if i could love you like that
i would make you my own
i would hold you so close, so dear
you would forget what its like to frown

distances seperate us
yet cannot hinder our friendship
it cannot hide my feelings
and the way you warm my soul

sparks of love settle among us
they fail to produce fire
but forever you'll have me, whenever you need me
as your friend, your benefactor, your smile

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Genocidal Society

by ~demonical, May 11, 2003, 6:11:40 PM
Literature / Poetry / Sociopolitical / Free Verse

Genocidal Societyby ~demonical

Literature / Poetry / Sociopolitical / Free Verse

hmm.. i suppose this fits under socio-political..

its focus is basically self explanatory; a reflection of the world and its subsequent insanity.

alot of thought put into this.. a jumble of paradoxical situations that reflect not only current society but myself as well. in that way, it's emotional... but the inspiration is sociological and political.

enjoy.

~evilfaeries May 12, 2003 Writer

poem didnt show up :( (Sad)

Whenever you re do it, let me know :) (Smile)

~Kandice

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