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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!

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.

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.

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
d

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

sie sagen ReformSie sagen Reform

unerlässliche, unveränderliche
Verschluckung der Hohen zum Aufbau alter Strukturen
Sie sagen Reform

Gemeinsame, unentrinnbare
Erstickung aller, als Konsequenz alter Strukturen
Ich sage Horrorvision

immer wieder
ohne Ende
ohne Anfang

Arroganz gepaart mit Dummheit
als Raster, als Weltbild bildloser Ignoranten
ungebildet

Energie verbunden mit Wahnsinn
als Waffe
gegen Köpfe bunter Farbe
Farbengleichheit

Viel zu lange Magersucht
wir verschlucken die Idealisten
Ohren hören, Nerven leiten, Synapsenentgleisung
wir merken uns die Lügen
aber wir bemerken es nicht

Inside This IpodINSIDE THIS IPOD

INSIDE THIS IPOD HAS MUSIC, MUSIC YOU THAT MAKES YOU HAPPY, SAD, ANGRY, AND SOOTHED, YOU MIGHT LIKE THIS MUSIC BUT YOU MIGHT NOT, THE IPOD DOES NOT CARE BECAUSE YOU TOLD IT TO DO WHAT YOU WANT WHEN YOU WANT

INSIDE THIS IPOD HAS PICTURES, PICTURES THAT ARE HAPPY, SAD, ANGRY, AND SOOTHING, YOU MIGHT REMEMBER THEM BUT YOU MIGHT NOT, YOU MIGHT LIKE THEM AND YOU MIGHT NOT, THE IPOD DOES NOT CARE BECAUSE YOU TOLD IT TO DO WHAT YOU WANT WHEN YOU WANT

THIS IPOD HAS MUSIC AND PICTURES IT HAS GAMES AND INTERNET, BUT IT DOES NOT HAVE FEELINGS, IT DOES NOT CARE WHAT YOU WANT BUT IT WILL GET IT IF IT HAS IT, IT DOES NOT KNOW YOU OR WHA

Fellow WorkerRitual bloodletting
Suicide us all
For your failures, your mistakes
Will cost us all
Solidarity will save us
Only if you're brave enough
Fellow Worker

OppressorsWe tell you how to speak
We tell you how to walk
We tell you how to streak
We tell you how to talk

We want you to listen
And Obey
We want you to think
This way

You are free
To answer to we
You are special
But not nearly crucial

We don't want your respect
We demand it
We don't ask you to be perfect
We command it

Your choice is our will
Resist, and we kill.

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by ~Flowersunshine, Feb 11, 2012, 7:55:45 AM
Literature / Poetry / Sociopolitical / Free Verse

Bloody battles fought in vain.
Said for glory, but it's a lie for shame.
Men they die, hit the ground.
With an awful cry or a muffled sound.

Gory grounds drenched with life.
Not what those highplaced men contrived.
But it is not they who fight the war.
It's the working man who settles the score.

As the poor man loses life and limb
Mankinds future was never so dim.
For honour, for glory, for freedom they call.
In final though, death captures all.

How years are wasted in the sand and mud
The flower of life is too soon cut.

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If you want to know what inspired me: the Vanity Fair TV-serial from 1998. Yes, about a novel that satirizes society. There was a scene about the battle at Waterloo. Too often I forget the horrors of war. It might be because we see so much of it, I might get numb to it. Or it might just be my character.

In any case, it really struck me.

I do am wondering about some things though:
- How is the flow? When I read it out loud, it sounds like the flow is fine, but you might disagree.
- What do you think 'years are wasted' refers too?
- Did you notice/like the alliteration I used? It appears 'bloody battles' is quite a favorite of mine (regardless of the meaning of course), I used it before in a poem.
- How overly dramatic do you think this poem is?
- Any obvious spelling mistakes I failed to notice?
- What do you think of the title?

~FALCONorthern Feb 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I like it... I don't think it 'flows' as well as some of your other things I've read, but it's still not bad. I did notice the alliteration, I think it does add to the poem. I don't see any spelling mistakes, good work there, though I see you used the wrong'too' for hte questionairre... I thnk it's very dramatic, but that's just me. I love the title.

Overall, I like it. I like the general theme and message and the way it's conveyed. I do think it needs a bit more of a flow.
This reminds me of a poem I read once... Have you ever read 'Flanders Fields' by I don't know who?

~Flowersunshine Feb 12, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Okay... Do you have any peculiar places where you think the flow is not as it could/should be?

Yes, I did read Flanders Fields. I just looked it up, couldn't quite remember it. It's by McCrae, if you wish to know. It is one of the many beautiful poems written in reaction to World War One. We studied them in English class, it was very interesting, to learn the backgrounds and everything. Very compelling too.

~FALCONorthern Feb 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

It's mostly the first verse/stanza.

McCrae... I'll remember that. I only know of it because it's one one of a bunch of posters in my English classroom about elements of poetry... They each give an element, its definition, then a famous poem with a good example of the element. Flanders Fields was for alliteration, I think.

~Flowersunshine Feb 12, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Okay, I'll see what I can do.

~FALCONorthern Feb 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

You do that.

~Roseyred-1 Feb 11, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

-I think the flow is fine.
-I'm guessing that 'years are wasted' is referring to war?
-Yush. I noticed the alliteration.
-It's not too dramatic. To me anyway. I just like things like that.
-Not that I can see, unless I missed them too.
-The title's not really... speaking to me. I don't really know how else to explain it.

~Flowersunshine Feb 11, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

- Yay

- In my intention it mainly referred to the years that the soldiers could still have lived, but more option are possible, of which yours is one of course

- And? Do you like it?
- Okay

- Super

- Yeah, I suck at titles xD I'll think about it.

~Roseyred-1 Feb 11, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

U lurv this. ^-^

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