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Isabelle  Dec 2016
FreeDUMB
Isabelle Dec 2016
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*I am free,
Yet I am dumb
What do I do with this freedom?
Drifton A Way  Jan 2016
Free-Dumb
Drifton A Way Jan 2016
Take my hand
Come with me
From this land
We will flee

All Infamous master's of control
Share one very similar thing
Remember their number one goal
As they sing let Free Dumb ring

They need to keep you simple and stupid
And distract you no matter what the cost
*****-Ohh-Scopes will guide you to cupid
And bleed you dry until everything is lost

All while feeding us their GMO lies
Making us Diabetic and insanely Fat
While asking if we'd also like Fries
Would you also like cancer with that?

Silence is Poetic braille for the Blind
Immune from Freedumb.. it's defined
As...The power to act or think or speak...
Without externally imposed restraints
As the planet heats and things look bleak
Please press none if you have any complaints

How dare you ***** and moan with your little crisis
Stare down at your smartphone so far away from Isis

Don't worry the doctor's got a pill for your neck pain
That way we can still keep our heads down and ignore
Social network from the grave liking pictures in vein
Big sleeping pills for our death beds, I pray you snore

So you have a chance to wake from this fabricated dream
Don't go softly into that night and just remain content
As the government spies and lies to build the next scheme
To gain absolute new world control for the one percent

But to each their own,
Except of course mystery slaves
Who remain unknown
Buried in their unmarked graves

Justice eventually prevails as bloodlines are mixed and bred
Powers to be, tip the scales from masters for whom they bled
Cried so much over the years,but Karma's seed is finally fed
Appropriately from the tears, from suffering so painfully shed


So won't you please take my hand, and open your mind
The time has come to take a stand, and see what we find

Inject the feeling back into our lives, or remain comfortably numb?
UnNatural selection of who survives, or regain so called FreeDumb....
The Choice is ...Ours?
Atlas shrugged &
shook the brains  
outta Tuesday's baby
about noon
on a Kathmandu doomsday.
the Berkley Tribe,
all the like & kindly rivals
was all in an uprising
over the missing peace
& meanwhile
The Big Evil cavorted on
in the east
of everywhere.

and the They was distorting real reality
to tickle their own fancy
& pawn overpriced romance
novels off on the populace.

nevermind the **** ***
boiling over on the stove top.

foiled again in clover feilds
& the poison only yields
it never stops completely

**** for pysche
forcefield shield
of freedumb fighter
white knight
izard-*******
grand wizards

winner gets the glittery
7 minutes in heaven
with the blister queen
licking scissors
shiva shiver
ego wither &
sizzle in a cigarette flicker
**** a filter
my lungs aren't black enough                                                         
& this isn't the end

filthy tongued
french kiss misery.
    
he's that crass.
& he wants to be a *******, so
Charlie did himself in the chapel&
got laughs when the rats
came to have at the maggots
in his skin
he called em both his children
& loved em unconditionally.

Only figured
he address the issue
by ******* bout
the situation that faced
him & all of us
instead of
setting things in they place.

*have grace
The world is terrifying
jeffrey robin  Jan 2015
freedumb
jeffrey robin Jan 2015
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child - like

The broken song
                                             ( little dead words bleeding raw )

Little dead bodies in the desert sands                                

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                                  Phony love songs in the neon night

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Screams of horror

( but no one hears )

//

Zombie faces in a trance



Brain washed slaves writing poetry

/:::/

Death is the only friend you trust

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But everything is quite alright

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Like you wouldn't have it any other way

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Brain washed zombies writing poetry



People like you

Writing poems for each other

Circling around till it's time to eat
John Dewberry Feb 2020
Sometimes the doghouse
Is where you wanna be
free-dom and freedumb
Are blessings in disguise
Have you realized
That their punishments
Provide you space
Time, shelter
And shade
From their looming shade

Doghouses
Are standing fixtures
Provide reflection
Dissection
And Introspection
With the added benefit
Of protection  from the elements

Mind it
But don’t MIND it
it’s not that bad
When you’re all good

Relax friend
You can rest easy

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