2d
Goal!!!
Football: pass, then goal —
You’re in the game, full blaze.
But chaos? —
That type of mind just sways.
It doesn't see the Dark —
"Understood!" is all it hears.
For its "mind" —
It’s all just "this" and "fears."
---------------------
The Change
No rescue, no salvation,
Only rot in every nation.
What’s left? Just wait for the end,
But not for long — just years to spend.
A total cage has closed around,
New beasts will rise, their minds still bound —
In fear, in filth, in false disguise,
They’ll live beneath the darkened skies.
---------------------
The Supply of Fools
The fools will never run dry,
This war will never cease.
Its goal? To wipe out those who lie,
Who’ve sunk to the deepest peace.
---------------------
Bleach
The finest bleach is now in hand,
To paint the world in white demand.
Take up the task, so cold, so bold —
Truth’s too harsh when lies unfold.
In this age of fascist rage,
You must be **** to turn the page.
Better still, a servant’s role —
And rot in sweetness, sold your soul.
---------------------
This and That
This and that — our all in all,
A false messiah will make the call.
No strength left here — it’s done, we’re through,
We lost it all in this and that too.
---------------------
Clarity of Thought
Clear thoughts, a style so sharp and bright —
Is it possible? Yes, all right.
If poetry has struck you deep,
Then in this word war, you’ll leap.
Measure each blow, sort out your themes,
Add some flair, create new dreams.
Want to? Then make some memes,
And smash the **** with verses' beams!
---------------------
Not Life...
Greed, betrayal, twisted thoughts,
Sticky fear that ties and knots:
Not life, but mockery we live,
Not a world — but dust to give.
---------------------
To Ferment?
Ferment it? Pour the brew —
Don’t drown your troubles, push on through.
Be bold, a bit more sly,
Throw tar in their sweet supply.
---------------------
No Red Lines
No "red lines" in this small world,
When in a fool’s grip, we're twirled.
Slavery’s etched from head to toe,
While the Beast enjoys the show.
---------------------
The Misfortune of the Rare Mind
Bank or jar? Do you honor
The stash and stuff it with the leftover?
A digital camp is being made —
They’ll shut the money faucet, delayed.
Where’s salvation? In the tribes —
But fools will never grasp the vibes.
No hope remains, none to come —
Such is the fate of the rare mind, undone...
---------------------
Variety of Lies
Add a twist to lies, and then
You can once again herd the men.
This old trick’s worn, but still not tough,
To craft some nonsense, long enough.
---------------------
Slowly, Steadily
With small steps, through every strife,
Bypassing all, you live your life,
But as a fool, you won't arrive
At the final point — cross or dive.
If you become a sluggish soul,
You’ll find yourself in death’s control...
---------------------
Steps to "Success"?
Steps to "success"? What a jest,
The world’s a twisted, skewed unrest!
Throw off your armor, drop your cards,
Go within, be Truth’s own guard.
"Success" through lies and falsehood’s game,
If all’s reversed, then take the claim:
The **** are kings, the gods have horns,
And beasts now rule the world, reborn.
---------------------
Nonsense
Nonsense won’t become less insane,
When most of them in it remain.
The harm grows greater, day by day,
When masses lead the foolish way.
---------------------
The Cuckoo
The cuckoo’s gone, it’s found a nest,
Now far away, it builds its rest.
Russia’s rise is hard to see —
As fascism turns all to debris.
---------------------
Fake Countries
"Countries"
Seem strange:
An idiot
In the majority — they call it "state."
They showed us the muzzle.
In idiocy, the world has crumbled.
---------------------
The Porridge
The porridge seems to have softened,
In the "***," but now it's swollen,
Something’s grown. Such is the crowd —
In myths, they’re saints, or so they’re loud.
---------------------
The Worms
Worms eat the corpse inside the grave —
That’s "consciousness" in a mind so depraved.
If they are the majority here,
Then beasts will reign, with "none to fear".
---------------------
To Please Others
To please the crowd —
Respect yourself:
There’s a rift, no doubt,
It’ll be your death,
If before the masses
You bow your head —
Then you’re the hero
Of a fleeting thread.
But greater wins,
When you turn within,
You’ll find, beyond the crowd,
You’ll rise above the din.
---------------------
To the Creator
Foolish minds "up top,"
Give orders to the fool,
No doubts, no thought to stop.
Your art’s not needed,
If your thoughts don’t match the beast,
This has been true, from the very least.
---------------------
Mood Swings
Mood swings, they're just a trifle,
When your aims are pure and rightful,
Leading you toward the clean,
Work becomes light, calm, serene.
---------------------
The Soil of Hopes
The soil for hopes grows poorer,
Day by day, less to adore.
Scraps for judgments harsh and tight,
In "positivity," we rot from sight.
---------------------
Two Paths
Not to “joy” — to Truth alone
Keep your path, through storm and stone.
Let the darkness never cease —
You won’t die among the sheep.
For the herd are not quite men,
Few remain of those again.
They will judge and **** your name
If you dodge the Devil’s game.
If you guard your inner flame,
They will curse — but not defame.
You will pass Hell’s slavish crew
If your soul remains in view.
You’ll be lonely — strong in mind,
Even prophecy you’ll find
May arise within your chest,
Once you cast the crowd’s lies out,
Cleanse your thought from all that mess —
Foolish fears, enslaving doubt.
Then the path of slave and pawn
You will curse, and you’ll move on.
Saved by Light that lives within —
Let the Spirit’s law begin.
---------------------
"Doctors"
First, assess the patient’s purse —
Then decide what might be done.
Healing’s third — but far less worth
Than a profit nicely won.
Treat a bit — then overtreat,
Till the body's near collapse.
If the gain is small or fleet,
Toss them out — no second lapse.
Clerks in coats, not healers now,
Medicine’s a crimson trade.
Fools still trust them, anyhow,
Those who poison, well-paid.
And they do — CowID made clear
How they lie and twist and grin.
Not true doctors — worms, I fear,
In a swamp of corporate sin.
Lies and business. Not a trace
Left of care or human touch —
Only pain, in every place,
Sold for far, far, far too much.
---------------------
Barrage of Lies
A barrage of lies breaks through
Tender minds from early youth.
“Bread and circuses!” — the cue
Of a crowd that shuns the truth.
Swearing off the cell and cage,
Yet they live in one, in fact.
Thought is crushed in every age —
Bread is scarce, but filth intact.
Mountains of it, ever near —
Trash disguised as daily norm.
Truth is rare, and drowned in fear,
In deceit’s eternal storm.
Want to live? Then seek and fight,
Find your answers, trust your spark.
Let the Spirit be your light —
Swat all counsel like a lark.
Lies explode with greater might
Than the bombs and shells of war.
Trust them — you will lose your sight,
Rot inside, and be no more.
---------------------
Career Ladders of the Global Madhouse
They climb the ladders, dumb and proud —
A “career,” backed by some degree.
While wiser souls just waste aloud
Their strength on dreams — no place to be.
The Madhouse has no room for truth,
No space for honesty or fire.
One path remains — creative youth —
But it won’t sell. It won’t aspire.
The seats are filled with hacks and frauds,
Fanatics, fakes, and kings of kitsch.
They shovel nonsense into gods
Of “taste,” while critics blindly twitch.
True poets? Writers? Lost in tags,
Filtered out by search deceit.
The mad get fame — the rest, in bags,
Are tossed aside, beneath their feet.
A world where failure takes the crown,
Where talent’s smothered, drowned, ignored —
Where garbage rains forever down —
And filth is served as rich reward.
---------------------
The Basis
Wickedness — our firm foundation.
Lies and treachery — our flair.
Cheat, betray — no hesitation.
Truth? Just rot beneath the glare.
Others dream — we call them fools.
Easy prey, we take them down.
Only quarrel o’er the rules
When it's our share that's in frown.
Selfish motives drive us deep —
In them, all our power lies.
Bliss we taste when others weep,
Drunk on spoils and cunning eyes.
Soon the weak will meet their fate —
Like mad spiders, we compete.
We will shape a new-born state
Where the fist decides what’s meat.
Arguments? Just raise a brow —
Simplified, our world will be.
Brute response is all we allow
When our leader barks, “Obey me!”
---------------------
The Ballad of the Rotten World
"Through poisoned words and rotting creeds,
Man loses nature’s ancient breath.
It takes a mighty mind indeed
To smell the lies — and leap from death."
Alexander Herzen
In Bedlam’s womb, you took your breath,
Through choking smog of cursed deceit.
You learned to suckle lies and death,
While fairy tales made bile taste sweet.
The myths grew blacker with the years,
Like fungus blooming in the mind.
The Evil fed upon your fears,
And gnawed your soul with teeth of blind.
They called it "virtue" as they bled you,
While bellies led your every quest.
Your hollow days, the chains that wed you,
Bound body first, and then the rest.
Through rotting tongues, the news deceived,
Through poisoned air, traditions lied.
You smiled while rotting — self-believed,
A corpse that danced before it died.
And so the Darkness wove its brood —
Through sacred words, through flags unfurled.
Through rites of fools and rotten good,
It raised the armies of the world.
--- Total 28 poems. ---
Football: pass, then goal —
You’re in the game, full blaze.
But chaos? —
That type of mind just sways.
It doesn't see the Dark —
"Understood!" is all it hears.
For its "mind" —
It’s all just "this" and "fears."
---------------------
The Change
No rescue, no salvation,
Only rot in every nation.
What’s left? Just wait for the end,
But not for long — just years to spend.
A total cage has closed around,
New beasts will rise, their minds still bound —
In fear, in filth, in false disguise,
They’ll live beneath the darkened skies.
---------------------
The Supply of Fools
The fools will never run dry,
This war will never cease.
Its goal? To wipe out those who lie,
Who’ve sunk to the deepest peace.
---------------------
Bleach
The finest bleach is now in hand,
To paint the world in white demand.
Take up the task, so cold, so bold —
Truth’s too harsh when lies unfold.
In this age of fascist rage,
You must be **** to turn the page.
Better still, a servant’s role —
And rot in sweetness, sold your soul.
---------------------
This and That
This and that — our all in all,
A false messiah will make the call.
No strength left here — it’s done, we’re through,
We lost it all in this and that too.
---------------------
Clarity of Thought
Clear thoughts, a style so sharp and bright —
Is it possible? Yes, all right.
If poetry has struck you deep,
Then in this word war, you’ll leap.
Measure each blow, sort out your themes,
Add some flair, create new dreams.
Want to? Then make some memes,
And smash the **** with verses' beams!
---------------------
Not Life...
Greed, betrayal, twisted thoughts,
Sticky fear that ties and knots:
Not life, but mockery we live,
Not a world — but dust to give.
---------------------
To Ferment?
Ferment it? Pour the brew —
Don’t drown your troubles, push on through.
Be bold, a bit more sly,
Throw tar in their sweet supply.
---------------------
No Red Lines
No "red lines" in this small world,
When in a fool’s grip, we're twirled.
Slavery’s etched from head to toe,
While the Beast enjoys the show.
---------------------
The Misfortune of the Rare Mind
Bank or jar? Do you honor
The stash and stuff it with the leftover?
A digital camp is being made —
They’ll shut the money faucet, delayed.
Where’s salvation? In the tribes —
But fools will never grasp the vibes.
No hope remains, none to come —
Such is the fate of the rare mind, undone...
---------------------
Variety of Lies
Add a twist to lies, and then
You can once again herd the men.
This old trick’s worn, but still not tough,
To craft some nonsense, long enough.
---------------------
Slowly, Steadily
With small steps, through every strife,
Bypassing all, you live your life,
But as a fool, you won't arrive
At the final point — cross or dive.
If you become a sluggish soul,
You’ll find yourself in death’s control...
---------------------
Steps to "Success"?
Steps to "success"? What a jest,
The world’s a twisted, skewed unrest!
Throw off your armor, drop your cards,
Go within, be Truth’s own guard.
"Success" through lies and falsehood’s game,
If all’s reversed, then take the claim:
The **** are kings, the gods have horns,
And beasts now rule the world, reborn.
---------------------
Nonsense
Nonsense won’t become less insane,
When most of them in it remain.
The harm grows greater, day by day,
When masses lead the foolish way.
---------------------
The Cuckoo
The cuckoo’s gone, it’s found a nest,
Now far away, it builds its rest.
Russia’s rise is hard to see —
As fascism turns all to debris.
---------------------
Fake Countries
"Countries"
Seem strange:
An idiot
In the majority — they call it "state."
They showed us the muzzle.
In idiocy, the world has crumbled.
---------------------
The Porridge
The porridge seems to have softened,
In the "***," but now it's swollen,
Something’s grown. Such is the crowd —
In myths, they’re saints, or so they’re loud.
---------------------
The Worms
Worms eat the corpse inside the grave —
That’s "consciousness" in a mind so depraved.
If they are the majority here,
Then beasts will reign, with "none to fear".
---------------------
To Please Others
To please the crowd —
Respect yourself:
There’s a rift, no doubt,
It’ll be your death,
If before the masses
You bow your head —
Then you’re the hero
Of a fleeting thread.
But greater wins,
When you turn within,
You’ll find, beyond the crowd,
You’ll rise above the din.
---------------------
To the Creator
Foolish minds "up top,"
Give orders to the fool,
No doubts, no thought to stop.
Your art’s not needed,
If your thoughts don’t match the beast,
This has been true, from the very least.
---------------------
Mood Swings
Mood swings, they're just a trifle,
When your aims are pure and rightful,
Leading you toward the clean,
Work becomes light, calm, serene.
---------------------
The Soil of Hopes
The soil for hopes grows poorer,
Day by day, less to adore.
Scraps for judgments harsh and tight,
In "positivity," we rot from sight.
---------------------
Two Paths
Not to “joy” — to Truth alone
Keep your path, through storm and stone.
Let the darkness never cease —
You won’t die among the sheep.
For the herd are not quite men,
Few remain of those again.
They will judge and **** your name
If you dodge the Devil’s game.
If you guard your inner flame,
They will curse — but not defame.
You will pass Hell’s slavish crew
If your soul remains in view.
You’ll be lonely — strong in mind,
Even prophecy you’ll find
May arise within your chest,
Once you cast the crowd’s lies out,
Cleanse your thought from all that mess —
Foolish fears, enslaving doubt.
Then the path of slave and pawn
You will curse, and you’ll move on.
Saved by Light that lives within —
Let the Spirit’s law begin.
---------------------
"Doctors"
First, assess the patient’s purse —
Then decide what might be done.
Healing’s third — but far less worth
Than a profit nicely won.
Treat a bit — then overtreat,
Till the body's near collapse.
If the gain is small or fleet,
Toss them out — no second lapse.
Clerks in coats, not healers now,
Medicine’s a crimson trade.
Fools still trust them, anyhow,
Those who poison, well-paid.
And they do — CowID made clear
How they lie and twist and grin.
Not true doctors — worms, I fear,
In a swamp of corporate sin.
Lies and business. Not a trace
Left of care or human touch —
Only pain, in every place,
Sold for far, far, far too much.
---------------------
Barrage of Lies
A barrage of lies breaks through
Tender minds from early youth.
“Bread and circuses!” — the cue
Of a crowd that shuns the truth.
Swearing off the cell and cage,
Yet they live in one, in fact.
Thought is crushed in every age —
Bread is scarce, but filth intact.
Mountains of it, ever near —
Trash disguised as daily norm.
Truth is rare, and drowned in fear,
In deceit’s eternal storm.
Want to live? Then seek and fight,
Find your answers, trust your spark.
Let the Spirit be your light —
Swat all counsel like a lark.
Lies explode with greater might
Than the bombs and shells of war.
Trust them — you will lose your sight,
Rot inside, and be no more.
---------------------
Career Ladders of the Global Madhouse
They climb the ladders, dumb and proud —
A “career,” backed by some degree.
While wiser souls just waste aloud
Their strength on dreams — no place to be.
The Madhouse has no room for truth,
No space for honesty or fire.
One path remains — creative youth —
But it won’t sell. It won’t aspire.
The seats are filled with hacks and frauds,
Fanatics, fakes, and kings of kitsch.
They shovel nonsense into gods
Of “taste,” while critics blindly twitch.
True poets? Writers? Lost in tags,
Filtered out by search deceit.
The mad get fame — the rest, in bags,
Are tossed aside, beneath their feet.
A world where failure takes the crown,
Where talent’s smothered, drowned, ignored —
Where garbage rains forever down —
And filth is served as rich reward.
---------------------
The Basis
Wickedness — our firm foundation.
Lies and treachery — our flair.
Cheat, betray — no hesitation.
Truth? Just rot beneath the glare.
Others dream — we call them fools.
Easy prey, we take them down.
Only quarrel o’er the rules
When it's our share that's in frown.
Selfish motives drive us deep —
In them, all our power lies.
Bliss we taste when others weep,
Drunk on spoils and cunning eyes.
Soon the weak will meet their fate —
Like mad spiders, we compete.
We will shape a new-born state
Where the fist decides what’s meat.
Arguments? Just raise a brow —
Simplified, our world will be.
Brute response is all we allow
When our leader barks, “Obey me!”
---------------------
The Ballad of the Rotten World
"Through poisoned words and rotting creeds,
Man loses nature’s ancient breath.
It takes a mighty mind indeed
To smell the lies — and leap from death."
Alexander Herzen
In Bedlam’s womb, you took your breath,
Through choking smog of cursed deceit.
You learned to suckle lies and death,
While fairy tales made bile taste sweet.
The myths grew blacker with the years,
Like fungus blooming in the mind.
The Evil fed upon your fears,
And gnawed your soul with teeth of blind.
They called it "virtue" as they bled you,
While bellies led your every quest.
Your hollow days, the chains that wed you,
Bound body first, and then the rest.
Through rotting tongues, the news deceived,
Through poisoned air, traditions lied.
You smiled while rotting — self-believed,
A corpse that danced before it died.
And so the Darkness wove its brood —
Through sacred words, through flags unfurled.
Through rites of fools and rotten good,
It raised the armies of the world.
--- Total 28 poems. ---
