Trees - free, on a mountain top,
Burrowed deep in spoils of life,
returning back great bounty,
Such balance comes at a price,
However - as freedom be the payoff,
such hardship become's moot.
A time will come, when these three trees,
Shall stand strong, against mighty gales,
Hails a false prophet - freedom in bondage.
As ants act, so shall this world we abound.
Scurrying around, these tyrannical aardvarks,
eating the very core, our mother queen.
A golden challis if you will enigma.
Freedom is not free,
You and I have failed,
to rightly whisk such a delight,
from a recipe of myth -
as one grasps at the very air,
when no
This life an ocean,
torrents of emotion.
forward-rolling over our earth
Morphing since my birth.
High
Energy spark, burn bright
crash's sure to come -
feel my ankst?
Proverbial guitar strum.
Life and love, it's my warming rug
why then, this timely death slug?
Conscious of a feeling.
These time's of lol,
question "why the system -
become, a troll?"
Toll.
Sliding into an ever growing hole.
accept the future of seeping honor?
Rich in sorrow tho short of breath.
Imposters.
falling from the heavens,
like robins with the plague,
down to ashen sky's of our plain,
where shinning fallen soul's,
willingly jump into this pit of h
Tank man, avatar for the dead,
How did we get into this head -
space, running this rat race,
stop and listen to the rhythm,
beating about your head,
zombies - we the living dead.
Such woe I feel, for those who derive joy from the degradation of others.
Dot point listings of failures noticed in passing, behind closed doors,
spoken by covetous information whores. Life is yore's squander it not -
on what your fellow Human being's do or plot, push forth with your soul and mind -
revel in life without thought of time.
Fuck your money,
fuck it off,
worthless chaff,
your strawman's prison,
the birth of slavery
your trust they hold
People = corporate living gold.
Have we become such an empty shell, for every truth I have to yell, when 1st I looked into the abyss, I felt there wasn't much to miss - a second glance, broke my trance,
the illusion finally broke from a vivid dream I awoke.
This world we abound so scary to behold, peoples ignorance a shield they hold,
our lives they run on liquid gold, and our putrid fear of a common cold.
You need to wake from vivid dreams; nothing is as what it seems
Listen not to the idiot box; its words are cunning like a fox.
"Speed up" is in your face, please live life at your own pace,
Think free and true to only you, then this world won't loo
I the Poet who know it, can sow shit -
Into your mind, rhythmically subliminal;
Injection conjecture - crazy talk like the walk.
squawk Parrot's talk , repeating rhymes,
sour like limes, committing high crimes,
poet be real aloof, then poof -
poet be gone, like so much attitude.
ranting the whole way, to the next day,
then say, to my audience;
"Thank you for your blind diligence".
Peace.
Puffing smoke,
from a dream he awoke,
Cancer stick screaming for another toke,
these things will send you broke,
Someone spoke,
Your life is not your own,
throw away delusions falsely grown,
for they are only such,
"Ow did i mention, it's an evil smelly crutch"
You have not the ability to Say "no" to your coffin nail.
For when you die - your lover is sure to whale.
Trees - free, on a mountain top,
Burrowed deep in spoils of life,
returning back great bounty,
Such balance comes at a price,
However - as freedom be the payoff,
such hardship become's moot.
A time will come, when these three trees,
Shall stand strong, against mighty gales,
Hails a false prophet - freedom in bondage.
As ants act, so shall this world we abound.
Scurrying around, these tyrannical aardvarks,
eating the very core, our mother queen.
A golden challis if you will enigma.
Freedom is not free,
You and I have failed,
to rightly whisk such a delight,
from a recipe of myth -
as one grasps at the very air,
when no
This life an ocean,
torrents of emotion.
forward-rolling over our earth
Morphing since my birth.
High
Energy spark, burn bright
crash's sure to come -
feel my ankst?
Proverbial guitar strum.
Life and love, it's my warming rug
why then, this timely death slug?
Conscious of a feeling.
These time's of lol,
question "why the system -
become, a troll?"
Toll.
Sliding into an ever growing hole.
accept the future of seeping honor?
Rich in sorrow tho short of breath.
Imposters.
falling from the heavens,
like robins with the plague,
down to ashen sky's of our plain,
where shinning fallen soul's,
willingly jump into this pit of h
Tank man, avatar for the dead,
How did we get into this head -
space, running this rat race,
stop and listen to the rhythm,
beating about your head,
zombies - we the living dead.
Such woe I feel, for those who derive joy from the degradation of others.
Dot point listings of failures noticed in passing, behind closed doors,
spoken by covetous information whores. Life is yore's squander it not -
on what your fellow Human being's do or plot, push forth with your soul and mind -
revel in life without thought of time.
Fuck your money,
fuck it off,
worthless chaff,
your strawman's prison,
the birth of slavery
your trust they hold
People = corporate living gold.
Have we become such an empty shell, for every truth I have to yell, when 1st I looked into the abyss, I felt there wasn't much to miss - a second glance, broke my trance,
the illusion finally broke from a vivid dream I awoke.
This world we abound so scary to behold, peoples ignorance a shield they hold,
our lives they run on liquid gold, and our putrid fear of a common cold.
You need to wake from vivid dreams; nothing is as what it seems
Listen not to the idiot box; its words are cunning like a fox.
"Speed up" is in your face, please live life at your own pace,
Think free and true to only you, then this world won't loo
I the Poet who know it, can sow shit -
Into your mind, rhythmically subliminal;
Injection conjecture - crazy talk like the walk.
squawk Parrot's talk , repeating rhymes,
sour like limes, committing high crimes,
poet be real aloof, then poof -
poet be gone, like so much attitude.
ranting the whole way, to the next day,
then say, to my audience;
"Thank you for your blind diligence".
Peace.
A cigar is just a cigar by Snow-Machine, literature
Literature
A cigar is just a cigar
Freud and the penis shaped cigar clenched between his teeth
stare at me from beneath everything I've ever written.
Clearly, he says, this obsession with monsters stems from
a childhood trauma. You're in love with deadly women
because your mother never loved you. You're in love with
the devil because your father never loved you. Your sexual
repression has led to isolation. Your isolation has led to
this anxious pathology.
Why darling, he says, and the cigar jumps, everyone
knows the girl you wrote into this labyrinth is you.
Once you address the source of your problems,
this unhealthy writing compulsion will cease.
So I cu
Have I become an empty void
That all conversation must avoid?
At first, everyone wanted to converse.
But now things seem to have gotten worse.
People hardly speak to me anymore.
Those that try must feel that I'm a bore.
I try to talk, but to no avail.
All my attempts just seem to fail.
The want to speak to me must have gone aloof.
These walls around me must be soundproof.
America! The Land of the Free,
The Land of every sight you can see.
Land where I can be what I want to be.
The Land where I can relax and just be Me…
…At least, that's what they say…
Because ev'rything's just so messed up today.
I'm not quite sure if everything's alright.
With people uptight, filled with spite
For their fellow man. Bombs causing devastation,
Parents choking kids with medication
Until they're the way they want them to be.
You see,
Life's a bittersweet symphony,
A storm in a teacup, and an unpredictable sea.
Some say they love you, but hate you the next,
All over some stupid Biblical text.
You can be winning, b
Why must poetry
Be beautiful?
Be sad?
Be deep?
Must it always
Have morals
For one
To reap?
We search for hidden meaning
In each line of poetry
In each word of poetry
As if it were treasure
Hidden by the pirates of literature
For us to seek out
And claim for our own.
We look to poetry
As a source of beauty
As we look towards a flower
Standing tall, petals tipped open
As if wanting to embrace the sun and the sky,
Colours gleaming in the light
For our viewing pleasure.
We seek out emotion
In poetry
As if we are emotionless ourselves
And searching for replacements.
As if we were empty shells of man and woman,
Using poet
-untitled- Black Phoenix by RavensHiddenSoul, literature
Literature
-untitled- Black Phoenix
Sparks began to rise in her mind
as she looks away from the world, the light burns her eyes
Such a bright and beautiful world this is
but such truths I can see, such lies held within
Whatever is a fledgling wanderer to do
when she longs for awak'ning to fresh morning dew
but trapped by the light, she can't flee to the night,
and her wings are bounded anew...
Rest, they said
"Close your eyes Go to sleep"
and she did but the night held the dreams she would keep
The burden of day, tied her down, she must stay
but as night befell them, her chains would soon break
When a time-struck soul becomes lost in the sands
and can only be guid
Consumed in Emptiness by RavensHiddenSoul, literature
Literature
Consumed in Emptiness
I want the ink to write these words
my mind to put logic to this chaotic rambling
my mouth to let you understand
as I reach my hands
into this uncertainty
desperately reaching for solid ground
as I stumble on inside of me
As your heart's broken
my world fractures, divides
leaving me in the blank darkness of confusion
Let me hold you
But even the comfort hurts -
Please don't cry
Each tear burns my heart like acid
each time it falls upon my shoulder
Each time you sob,
my world quakes for you
Even as you pass I shy away
but please don't let us be lost
I know how much it hurts
I love you
What more...?
I wish my thoughts
could come easily, lik
I feel sleepy, my eyes can't focus - my head lull's as my chin touches my chest, then bam awake again telling myself only another 30 mins focus, then home time, time for relaxing and sleep in my bed, time to recharge the battery - so I can do it all again, repartition of insanity I call it. No end in sight is the scary thing, no one can truly work for them selves these days, there all working for the Gov't these nasty corporations hell bent on controlling you and turning living flesh into robots.
It's funny when people say, "Robots will take over our jobs and lives". I find it funny because, they have and nobody seems to be wising up, we are