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Dr O Jun 2014
Keep smiling
Grinning
While indifferent faces
Hand you pity
Disappointment
Failure
Keep smiling
But don't forget to grin
So you can remind them
The dark places you have been
Keep smiling
So you can show them
That you would be spitting in their face
If chaos erupted
But don't forget to grin

That could ruin the whole thing.
Dr O May 2014
The heartbeat dictatorship beats
Emotions with the string of a puppet
Difficult decisions deceived as beneficial
Easy choices masked as treason
The truth can not set free
If the truth fills personal opinion
Real truth demolishes happiness
Real truth despises the elated
Real truth shows beneath plastic masks
Beneath the puppet strings
Real truth governs the heartbeat dictatorship
Real truth is the single leader to bow down to
And pray:

Dear lord keep me from danger
Keep me from evil
Keep me from sin
Dear lord set fire to my heart
So you can believe my heartbeats
And smell my pulse
Dear lord lay destruction on my soul
So I can be capable
So I can mask
Dear lord be with me through all
So I can feel your presence
And feel powerless
Dear lord cross my spirit
And keep me from the devil    
So I can scream in peace
Dr O May 2014
Double the vein flow in my pupil
Oculus transformed into a mesmerizing red
Reminiscent of all the ghosts
That all haunt me when I go to bed
Visible arteries to look vivid
An intricate complex of vessels
Dear God help my soul
And allow my eyelids to tremble
A cross of the heart and a blink of the eye
Blood slowly permeates the vision
The demons put on their robes
And remove my vessels with a incision
Bloodshot eyes all clear of blood
Deception by the inner demons
Dear lord help me tremble
And keep me from treason.
Exhaustion is masked by our drive to keep going
I see that as deception.
Dr O Mar 2014
I feel the weight on my ribs
As they crack one by one
Each more painful than the previous
Until the last one snaps, done
The pain travels fast
Signals straight down from my brain
But the feeling stops at my neck
Because the noose is much too strained
Oxygen levels decreasing
Left begging for my last breath
But there is no need for self-pity
When you're so friendly with death
Mentally broken and physically faltering
Whole body gone limp
Arterial blood ceases to flow
Because the veins started to crimp
Resting deathful on the cold floor
Pascals of pressure on my chest
Oh the places the mind can lead you
When you get murdered by stress
Stressful nights with no sleep, worst pain in the world.
Dr O Mar 2014
Bright lights shine with thoughts forced to conceive
Manipulation of the mind hangs from a titanium thread
For it is what is seen that delivers into the mind
And struggles our thoughts into fictitious wastelands
Politicians smiling with promises promised to keep
Wearing full-body suits made of wealthy propaganda
Lies and perjury residing under the carefully groomed jacket
Wet blades dripping with blood tucked away into the inside pocket
The illusion of the appearance shall enmesh the mind
And continue on to beguile the vapid thoughts
The hearty see leadership while the blind smell autocracy
As the sense of smell is not yet controlled by propaganda
But soon it shall.
Dr O Feb 2014
A lone Muslim weeps alone
Mind entirely westernized
Heart in the Middle East
Shown by his father how to love
With faith of course
And to find peace with himself

A country built on blind pride
Unfortunately yields ideal life
Four planes taking ****** detours
Captained by servants of Allah
To die as martyrs in His name

The lone Muslim sits in a classroom
Silence during the 12th anniversary of 9/11
A peaceful religion forever stained
The teacher prints out pictures of Muhammed
And hands one to the Muslim with a smile
Almost asking for retaliation

Every night he prays to the clouds
Allahu-Akbar Allahu-Akbar
Identical with cries of the Taliban
Irony fills the air
As pictures of Muhammed come to mind

A lone Muslim surrounded by smiling bigots
Who can't help but ask if Jihad exists
Or question if Ramadan works
Judge his every move
And deny their prejudice

A lone Muslim weeps alone
As he remembers the day he lost his heart
The day conformity was shunned
A man rejected from love due to religion
Turns into a terrorist
And begins to walk with a suicide vest

Peace and love for everything
Now replaced by guns and hate
Political parties staining beautiful thoughts
Preaching American hate and Muslim supremacy
Things Allah would be proud of

My religion will always be stained

"Allah forbids you not
With regard to those
Who fight you not for Faith
Nor drive you out of your homes
From dealing kindly and justly with them
For Allah loves those who are just"
Dr O Feb 2014
I plow the bitter soil
Deep enough to protect from elements
But not enough to wake the cold souls
Planting seeds in a cemetery at dusk
An idea that suggests a paradox itself
Allows me to see the world lucidly
I plant my memories
One by one into the filthy earth
Filled with dark holes and lost souls
Only within arms reach of the dead
The cemetery is unusually silent
Then again dusk is too early for life
The crows are not yet flying
The living are still dreaming
I plow the now sodden ground
Soaked by tears of the dead
I plow a grave to live in
Far away from my memories
The irony doesn't bother me
I just want silence
So nobody wakes up.
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