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 Jun 2016 Homunculus
Aoife
Undertake
 Jun 2016 Homunculus
Aoife
and so that was it
we carried on like
spring turned to summer
and we fell
like autumn leaves
and winter snow

cold and bitter
our hearts were
but warm and sweet
our souls

the walls were never
opened up
blown away
like ash and dust
the tiny house
on the hill
with a fence
surrounding
forbidden entry
with a sign that said
‘always welcome’

too tired
couldn't sleep
laying awake
too long
saw the sun come up
it wouldn't last
for you

cold we looked
but warm we felt
your fire
melted the war inside
armour fell through
caved in
like a house of cards
enclosing the life
that once was

and slowly but surely
we fell
like autumn leaves
and winter snow
we changed
the way spring's rain
grew summer's flowers
and that was it
so we carried on
Not specifically for anything/anyone, I just had words. They don't make much sense but poetry isn't about what's written on the page, it's about the way it makes you feel.
 Jun 2016 Homunculus
Nathan Pival
Little flower
I consider you closely
And admire your beauty
You are a little miracle
Your colors and fine lines
Every little bit of perfection
In your creation
Leaves me awestruck
I'm glad I took the time
To find you and appreciate you
You represent hope and determination
You are my little flower
As the sun causes you to grow
Your simplistic beauty inspires me to grow as well
a raw beast slouches towards my native soil
the cradle holding our innocence rocks wrathfully
back and forth in the ruthless wind
the windows are shut the door locked
and still I hear the helpless cries
of whole communities collapsing
and crumbling because there is no center remaining
no mental balance left to connect the old
with the new and one day when the beast arrives
we will stare at each other with bloodshot eyes

and muse
*wir haben das nicht gewusst
People watching people
Gazing at screens
Crouching behind veneers
Of interconnected
Digital
Fibre optic
Cabling

Safely connected
Safely disconnected
To their
Subjects
Objects

Judging them
Demanding cosmesis
Ordering alteration
Controlling behaviours
Controlling people
In an out of control world

The watched
Conforming
Naively
Desperately
Daily
To gross
Aesthetic stereotypes

Pandering
To the hits

Prostituting
For numbers

Disordered society
In which watchers
Hold power

Are you asked
How many views do you have?

Is it enough?

Are you popular
Enough?

Are you worth
Enough?

Are you ever
Enough?
10th June 2016
 May 2016 Homunculus
M Padin
Bureaucrats and clergymen
differ only in doctrine.

But their altars steam
with the blood
of untold innocents.

The Pope, Stalin, and ******—
all canvass the people
with warped visions
of Paradise.

(Oh, Celan, you saw it
too well.)

Bloodletting for peace...

Pitchforks stoke the fires
to make dainty foot warmers
for Moloch and Midas.
(c) 2016. All rights reserved.
You think your children are being educated
But they're actually being ego deflated
They aren't being  taught
How to form a thought
Because ...
That's not good for the machine .

You hear the fringe word
meditation
As if it's some kind of voodoo
incantation

Instead they want you to be fed
A steady stream of entertainment
As a way of keeping containment

Off the Grid
Off the  grid
The inspector said
We can't be having that
Regulations regulations regulations
Thats all he had to say
Truth be known ...
.....he was just a clone
Latest model on display

Notice how the men in blue
Are becoming almost savage...
....In their  demeanor
As they are primed to follow blind
The Crooked Mind
Of the Master overseer
So totally convinced
That they never even sensed
They never were...
  ..really
A volunteer

Primed and loaded
Each one having been pre - coded
By the educators in the classrooms

That are
The soul burning incinerators
Burning away every trace
Of any human emotions
While swallowing down
Steroid laced
Psychotic mind bending potions

As the rest of us are being fed...
... instead
Of our daily bread

Mind bending views
Prepackaged news
To keep us all shuffled up
Off center
So as to totally confuse

That way we don't ever wonder
Why we choose
Once we find we're standing
In the line to buy the latest toys
  Keeping our  heads filled..
..with noise

That way
We don't have any time to think
As long as everyone behaves.
They'll never know
That they are slaves  

No shackles , chains or wooden canes  
To keep the masses in production
We have the latest must-haves ..
.... new introductions. 
 
But time to sit and think......
That's not what the machine wants
Us to do !

That's not
In the latest matrix

Silencing the external
In search of those things
That should be ETERNAL

Will make you unfit for society
As your number is etched
Into
The overseers recorder
In this ....
...THE NEW WORLD ORDER.
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