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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
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

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

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

Now, dear children, pay attentionNow, dear children, pay attention:
Monsters and Daemons rule the world!
Their names are Society and Conformity.
They slice your heart with their rules.
They drink your blood, your tears!
They love to kill your personality!
They inject poison in your veins
through their bitch: TeleVison!
Now, dear children, pay attention:
They want you to be polite!
They want you to be trendy!
They want you to be beautiful!
They want you to follow their (crazy) rules!
They want you to act normal!
But what normality is?
And what do you really want?
Now, dear children, pay attention:
I am the the Artist,
and I have a gift for you:
ART!
Use it to destroy your Monsters!
Use it to destroy your Daemons!
Use it to be yourselves!
Use it to be free!!!

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Hearts in the RainHearts in the rain

The rain brings cold
Hearts can tell things never been told
This warm presence is so comforting
But difficult to Confront
As Time continues to Count
As I begin to Doubt
And my body starts trembling
My courage, slowly melting
The heat increases
Our distance decreases
As I drew nearer, closer
I Speak, I love you
Do you love me too?
Perfume pleases my senses
Intoxicated in her beauty
As Rain drops continue to pour
Then, a Thunder rages
She jumps at me then gazes
With her blue eyes
Then gently smiles
Yes, I love you

A Simple KissA Simple Kiss

A flock of birds
Flies through my face
Sweet scent passes by
And as I inhale
Two blue crystals
Appear before my eyes
So fragile, so comely
Then they gently disappear…
I close my eyes
As a warm soft touch
Has landed on my lips

Kape At TinapayKape at Tinapay

Ang init ng karimlan
Aking lalasapin
Habang ang bukang liway-way
Ang bubusog sa akin

RevengeRevenge

Simple words spoken
Yet it lets my soul awaken
Your small voice let's me know
The sadness you sow
Penetrates deep within
Which has grown to sin
The answer I can't find
In the maelstrom of my mind
This hatred, it burns
Corrupts me in return
Resulted to your diminishing light
So now I don't care what's right
I'll finish this now
I don't care how
But I'll fight.

SilenceSilence

Soft Serene Lady
Cover me with your presence
Your blanket is my sheath
Soothe my mind
Destroy my existence
Make me numb
Let time stop
Whisper words, of kindness
Sweet music, dance with me
Hold my hands
Wash them
Make me float
Drop me into nothingness
Let me feel
What seems to be surreal

Dog In The RainDog in the rain

That Dog in the rain
Soaked in fear and water
Of this damned world
A broken leash on its neck
He walks for shelter
Yet deprived…pushed away
Trembling, slowly weakening
Cold kisses his bare skin
Eyes just watched
Iron balls on their legs
The sky slowly stopped crying
The poor thing stopped breathing
Laid down on concrete
Waiting to rot and wither
As people passed by

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Nabubulok Na Basura

by ~radhiel, Jun 1, 2007, 6:46:51 PM
Literature / Poetry / Sociopolitical / Free Verse

Nabubulok na Basura

Kunin ang mga nabubulok na basura
Mga matagal na nakaupo sa kalsada
Walang pakinabang, sagabal sa daanan
Mga mababahong pinagkukunan ng pera
Itapon mga nabubulok na basura
Linisin ang ating bayan
Para sa ating kinabukasan
Kayat sa susunod wag nang magtapon ng basura
Ilagay sa tamang pwesto
Ihiwalay ang nabubulok sa di nabubulok
At wag kalimutang itapon ang basura.

Nabubulok Na Basuraby ~radhiel

Literature / Poetry / Sociopolitical / Free Verse

Don't forget to clean your trash.

T-TH-S = Di Nabubulok
M-W-F = Nabubulok

Yeah right, as if it is being followed.

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~radhiel Jun 3, 2007

ahaha adek!!!! XD

~Xergille Jun 1, 2007 Hobbyist Digital Artist

in gaming terms... LOOT!

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