5d
Filling Minds with Utter Nonsense
"The mind is not a vessel to be filled but a fire to be kindled."
Plutarch, 1st century AD
They pour and fill—what do they make?
Just hollow shells—a soulless fake.
But flames? They smother them from birth,
Extinguishing the soul’s true worth.
A flood of nonsense—pure deceit,
The poison spreads, a vile conceit.
Through screens and speakers, lies take hold—
Your soul turns ash, your heart grows cold.
So cleanse yourself, don’t heed their cries,
Let truth shine bright within your eyes.
Protect your flame—don’t let it drown
In filth that’s poisoning the town.
The stench of fascism now reigns,
Corrupting hearts, enslaving brains.
And those who serve its twisted will
Are nothing more than cowards still.
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Not a Peasant’s...
Open field—
A page so white.
Mind unsealed,
Clear and bright.
Plowed-up land—
Dust and blight.
Spirit’s hand
Grasps but write.
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Turning a Prison into a Pen
"You don’t see the bars, because the prison is the whole world."
—David Icke
The world’s a cage, and people here are blind,
Forgetting where the Mind’s true limits lie.
And artificial troubles were never unrefined—
Distractions made to keep thoughts running dry.
Oblivious, they bow to shallow fears,
Ignoring what the Spirit dares to tell:
To rot among the filth for endless years,
Or rise and fight with fury, bold and fell.
This prison breaks when Consciousness ignites,
When intuition keeps the Dark at bay.
Or else, like sheep led off to slaughter’s sights,
You'll watch the Beasts turn bars to fenced-in hay.
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Beasts’ Paradise
Where are giants? None remain,
Lost in time—what now remains?
Mindless herds to beasts are grain,
Feeding on their own decay.
Dumbed-down masses—watered lies,
Drenched in fear, they serve their stay.
Split the world, let terror rise—
Beasts will feast in grand array.
Paradise for those who rule:
Eat your fill—your choice, your tool...
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"Atomic" Means Herdlike!
An "atomic man," they say,
Brings the global mind decay.
Selfish herds, deceived and blind,
Lost in "survival," left behind.
Sick of seeing soulless drones,
Through them, all the evil’s grown.
Meek and hollow—so they fall,
Dragged to ruin, stripped of all.
Fascist chains have brought them low,
Crushed beneath the final blow.
No way forward, none to fight—
They have doomed the world to night.
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"Hero"
To write of kittens, birds in flight,
Of love—so pure, so warm, so bright...
And serve the Beasts without a fight—
That’s now a "poet’s" noble might.
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"Family" of Fools
If fools make up the ruling mass,
Then shame on nature, what a farce!
A rotting head, a world decayed—
A fate the universe dismayed.
And rare exceptions stand alone,
Yet only prove the downward trend:
Deception reigns, decay has grown,
And reason’s but a myth, my friend.
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Human Plankton
Subtract the mind, let Darkness win,
A victory it craves to own.
And so we drift, blindfolded in
Deceptions sea — plankton had grown.
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******* Priests
A swarm of priests—what do they do?
Corrupt the young—defile the true.
Excuses crude, yet still they lie,
Their sins unearthed for all to spy.
For years they hid their wicked game,
But truth rose up to curse their name.
The Boston Globe pulled back the veil,
Revealing filth beyond the pale.
This false church bears a branded stain—
Believe in it, you're lost in vain.
--- Total 9 poems. ---
"The mind is not a vessel to be filled but a fire to be kindled."
Plutarch, 1st century AD
They pour and fill—what do they make?
Just hollow shells—a soulless fake.
But flames? They smother them from birth,
Extinguishing the soul’s true worth.
A flood of nonsense—pure deceit,
The poison spreads, a vile conceit.
Through screens and speakers, lies take hold—
Your soul turns ash, your heart grows cold.
So cleanse yourself, don’t heed their cries,
Let truth shine bright within your eyes.
Protect your flame—don’t let it drown
In filth that’s poisoning the town.
The stench of fascism now reigns,
Corrupting hearts, enslaving brains.
And those who serve its twisted will
Are nothing more than cowards still.
---------------------
Not a Peasant’s...
Open field—
A page so white.
Mind unsealed,
Clear and bright.
Plowed-up land—
Dust and blight.
Spirit’s hand
Grasps but write.
---------------------
Turning a Prison into a Pen
"You don’t see the bars, because the prison is the whole world."
—David Icke
The world’s a cage, and people here are blind,
Forgetting where the Mind’s true limits lie.
And artificial troubles were never unrefined—
Distractions made to keep thoughts running dry.
Oblivious, they bow to shallow fears,
Ignoring what the Spirit dares to tell:
To rot among the filth for endless years,
Or rise and fight with fury, bold and fell.
This prison breaks when Consciousness ignites,
When intuition keeps the Dark at bay.
Or else, like sheep led off to slaughter’s sights,
You'll watch the Beasts turn bars to fenced-in hay.
---------------------
Beasts’ Paradise
Where are giants? None remain,
Lost in time—what now remains?
Mindless herds to beasts are grain,
Feeding on their own decay.
Dumbed-down masses—watered lies,
Drenched in fear, they serve their stay.
Split the world, let terror rise—
Beasts will feast in grand array.
Paradise for those who rule:
Eat your fill—your choice, your tool...
---------------------
"Atomic" Means Herdlike!
An "atomic man," they say,
Brings the global mind decay.
Selfish herds, deceived and blind,
Lost in "survival," left behind.
Sick of seeing soulless drones,
Through them, all the evil’s grown.
Meek and hollow—so they fall,
Dragged to ruin, stripped of all.
Fascist chains have brought them low,
Crushed beneath the final blow.
No way forward, none to fight—
They have doomed the world to night.
---------------------
"Hero"
To write of kittens, birds in flight,
Of love—so pure, so warm, so bright...
And serve the Beasts without a fight—
That’s now a "poet’s" noble might.
---------------------
"Family" of Fools
If fools make up the ruling mass,
Then shame on nature, what a farce!
A rotting head, a world decayed—
A fate the universe dismayed.
And rare exceptions stand alone,
Yet only prove the downward trend:
Deception reigns, decay has grown,
And reason’s but a myth, my friend.
---------------------
Human Plankton
Subtract the mind, let Darkness win,
A victory it craves to own.
And so we drift, blindfolded in
Deceptions sea — plankton had grown.
---------------------
******* Priests
A swarm of priests—what do they do?
Corrupt the young—defile the true.
Excuses crude, yet still they lie,
Their sins unearthed for all to spy.
For years they hid their wicked game,
But truth rose up to curse their name.
The Boston Globe pulled back the veil,
Revealing filth beyond the pale.
This false church bears a branded stain—
Believe in it, you're lost in vain.
--- Total 9 poems. ---
