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Poetry In Lotion Page 5
Getting tired of that bloody daft title yet? Well, to compliment your blinding rage, I've included some of my more hateful poetry here.
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Reconstruction of Social Deviance
You, alone, dejected, rejected,
Confused, unfocused, left to wander,
Search for meaning, in something,
In anything (there has to be something!)
Look in yourself, to the hollow, the empty,
Where a soul should be.
But this world conspired to burn it away...
Look to your parents, your family,
The ones who screamed for you to BEHAVE!
To share, don't be greedy
(don't forget to save your money),
"Pay attention to your mother
(She'll pay it back some day or another)
Don't be too early, don't be late
(Don't leave a spot to mark your plate)
Don't watch so much stupid TV!
(Change it to NBC, and hand the remote to ME!)
Don't call names, and don't swear, goddamn you!!
You spoiled brat, do what I command you."
Look to your brothers and sisters,
The ones who insulted, beat, and pissed on you.
Look to your friends on the street,
You know, the ones who treat you
Like greasy, rotting meat?
Look for solace in your community,
the same one that ostracized you totally.
The ones who gossip about you behind your back.
Then you look back to your friends, but
They let you fall through the cracks.
Look to sex, a now meaningless act.
Look to drugs, brainscan flat and skin cracked.
Look to church and to God,
Who thoughtlessly murder and rob,
Their opiatic deceit
Drives many into fervorous heat
But you see their lies
Don't come from the skies,
but a book of contradiction
With poisoned honey intermitten.
Look to the politics of today,
Or maybe for a better way,
But find nothing worthwhile
In their self-indulgence,
And see a future homogenous with repugnance.
How can they all be so blind?
Isn't it obvious this world is falling apart?
But it would seem that most are too selfish
To work for a new Start.
Look for salvation in government,
only now you know
The true ways of the world.
They are all snakes,
Or wolves, or weasels or slime,
Manipulation, obfuscation,
Dead conscience and compromised integrity
Are the road to a plan unfurled.
There is nothing left for
You in their master plan,
Problem is, you're alone
In a world that doesn't give a damn!
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WHO AM I?
the child in the corner
WHO AM I?
The Madman in your dreams?
WHO AM I?
The darkness, eternal mourner
WHO AM I?
The victim, caught in between.
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State of the World Address
the war of life, the fight for greed
this waste of life, this fight for green
green that is black, oil that is poured back
as spilled human blood, mixing crimson mud
the poor are slain, their bodies just stains
in bombed out rubble, to inflate an econ bubble
that pays for the soap, we wash our hands
we wash our minds, so we can be blind.
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| A Final Reflection?
And so it ends
The pain closes around
Like frigid waves of heat
A demigodless misery
A selfish intensity
Kill the soul, leave a zombie
Brown-eyed and far too human.
Goddamn this life (he surely does)
Goddamn this soul (he burns in hell)
For the morbid angels
The hot-stepping demons
And joy who is just a TV show
Canceled after only a half season.
Take Bacchanalia in one hand
And mortal strivings in the other
Let them lead into the darkness of the deep
Deep space (the Heavens)
The Great Void (Is this Paradise?)
The vast nothing between the stars
Is where the Gods now dwell.
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| 9/23/02
Bricks have piled up inside me.
Some bricks an ant could carry,
Others could crush an elephant.
But these bricks have piled up.
And they break my back.
They tumble out of my skull.
Once I had the space
To build the bricks into
Houses, galleries and museums.
But urban sprawl has left
Thousands of bricks in the street.
Traffic cannot pass through,
All roadways have been blocked.
My little city has been crushed
By thousands of raining bricks.
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Poems Copywrite © 2002 Empire of the Dark Jade
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