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J Mathew Jun 25
Loyalty and Honesty
Are such old fashion qualities.
Now Hatred and Envy
Are real celebrities and followed by paparazzi.

These celebrities have made us blind,
Destroying this world that was just fine.
They were first created in our mind
And flows down to our heart via our spine .

Now the devil is laughing and saying lol,
We have prioritized these qualities above all.
We do not understand that we are all equal
We have stoop down so low to find everyone's faults.

Many are teaching about goodness
But practising in our daily life is the hardest.
Injustice, bloodshed is what we witness,
But have no power to stand against evil's greatness.

No power doesn't mean we are weak
It means we are allowing the devil to play hide and seek.
Right in our minds, hearts and cheek
We have becomes fans of the worst freak.

                                            J. Mathew
I'm writing this with my experience from my life that I have to face everyday......P. S Don't mind me if I'm being rude here
Norbert Tasev Mar 13
Here I had to see the flowering of painted fake smiles. On the altar of false deceitful preaching, word-magic, word-karate, deceived by faith, virgins can still sit down: the once-brutal veins escaped the guilty condemnation of squandering. Yawning, wrenching darkness yawns in the heart of a wounded Golgotha, and no one knows for a long time who is hesitant, stumbling behind you, friend or foe!

Our living skin, afraid of the warmth of our home, could no longer move back to the other, happier self. Getting through the pit field of logically constructed and then authentically played lies is increasingly difficult. The world-lost shadows of the survivors should silently call out the secret Morse signs of reality!

In the celeb-haired, greedy-puffed-up era of the rebuilt Atlantis, a handful of unabashed ivory-brained intellectuals, a benevolent but crazy companion of cultured people, feel confined. They also break down the compassion of the teardrop crystals into their tiny crystal grains, if they want to prove the redeeming contemporary culture accessible to everyone.

genuine human empathy tolerance. In the botoxic, collagenized garden of exotic flower beauties, the exact borders of childhood have long been washed away. - The answer to the question sounds echoed at once, like a stupid joke, word magic: yet the game promises a level playing field and its enforced, ultra-chess mat-chess ultimatum. Some people are practicing balance while others are intentionally losing balance!
Carlo C Gomez Feb 12
Ever since I moved to a different time period, I get the strangest mail.

Letters commissioning Michelangelo
to paint the Sistine Chapel.

Elizabeth Bennet's missive to her aunt
promising pony cart rides at Pemberley.

Long lost IRS tax forms belonging to Abbott and Costello.

Leonardo Da Vinci’s Job Application to the Duke of Milan.

Even Grace Bedell's charming correspondence to Abraham Lincoln, suggesting he grow a beard.

I should have known something was up once I discovered Karl Malone was my mailman.
One of these letter writers is fictional. Know which one?
Simone Feb 2018
The dangerously glamorous life of Chateau Marmont, where everybody is racing at an incredible speed. Velvet nights fraught with promise and mystery under large canyon moons. Skinny dipping in the heated saltwater pool, bodies dripping wet, in the privacy of palm trees, old Hollywood charm in swaying leaves fanned across the indigo sky, as we dangled over the city. Parties in the hidden bungalows, punctuated by pinot grigio and mescal mules, in and out of bedrooms and beds and clothes. ******* on hands, car keys forgotten, I tore your silk shirt as you threw it off the bed.
Aaron LaLux Aug 2018
At a loss for what it costs for these dreams,
my boss is a bot I mean a mean machine,
I mean that it seems,
they talk but I do not know what they mean,

I mean I got a feeling,
that sometimes things are not what they seem,
but I mean,
how can things not not be what they seem,

& it seems that we’re sleep walking in a day dream,
or more of a nightmare where they don’t fight fair when they feign,
& we scream but can’t wake up our minds or make up the time as it speeds,
on an assembly line butchering swine while dining on ham & cheese,

& I want to defy all of these lies,
but I don't have the time nor the energy,
so I write the signs of our times line after line,
instead of going head to head or eye to eye with the enemy,

trying to write it all out even though still I don't know what's gotten into me,

& still it’s obnoxious to to think,
that they’ve lost their conscience to memes & their consciousness to drinks,
unconscious to all things exotic while being white washed up in mainstreams,
lost in constant nonsense on narcotics it’s all gone in a smoky noxious steam,

while toxically ****** overgrown weeds sown from GMO seeds,
create these monsters that feign for meaningless things,
like rings that bling & the profits that conquest brings,
& they won’t stop this nonsense until they pop like a viral venereal disease,

I mean I’m honest I mean I mean what I say & I say what I mean,
& honestly I say they’ll **** the whole cow just for the cream,
I say they're an obese disease concealed between two legs in designer jeans,
as they march in unison an army of ants that only answer to the Queen Bee,

Martyrs for Dollars with corporate sponsors,
broadcast worldwide on cable TV,
I mean why do you think the youngest billionaire in history,
is a degenerate Jenner by the name of Kylie,
it's not a coincidence that she profits from cosmetics,
I mean cosmetics cause cancer which benefits the pharmaceutical industry,
& I don't mean that personally I mean I'm not sure what's gotten into me,
or why I'm speaking so recklessly without offering any apologies,
like a Kamikaze **** drunk on whisky,
standing in the street like “c’mon cop man frisk me!”,
or a Stalin on Ritalin or better yet a Britney with bad kidneys,
still collecting those royalty checks from Daddy Walt Disney,
& it’s all moving so fast I can’t get a grip or a grasp,
& not only am I disoriented but I’m also starting to get dizzy,

I mean,
it seems things can not not be all that they seem,

I mean,
it seems these words can not read all that they mean,

I mean,
it seems we sold out our dreams when we bought into these screens,

I mean,
it seems I don’t know if I really know if I know what I say or say what I mean,

I mean,
it's confusing to try & make sense of this nonsense & I'm sick of explaining,
I mean it’s absolutely obscene what these monsters will do for the cream,
sacrifice the whole Holy Cow all in the name of the American Dream,

& I'm at a loss for what it costs for these dreams,
my boss is a bot I mean a mean machine,
I mean that it seems,
they talk but I do not know what they mean,

I mean I got a feeling,
that sometimes things are not what they seem,
but I mean,
how can things not not be what they seem...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆

from The Holy Trilogy Vol.2: Mandalas
available worldwide 8/8/18
Merry Apr 2018
In lingerie up on stage
It was a different age
Sultry sighs and bad mullets
It was all rock and roll

A teenage cherry bomb
A girl gone wild
Free to run away
Along a yellow brick path

I see it in the stars
Both cosmic and mortal
I feel it in the air
The world is about the shake
And I'm going to be the earthquake

Vintage as an advantage
Retro and grunge,
Shabby chic,
Whatever you call it

Like an angel, Judgement,
Calls the dead
It will be a resurrection
Singing and crooning,
Triumphant trumpets

So grab your guitars
And some mates
It's time to start a band
Merry Mar 2018
Fame is in famine
Too many people
With too small a mind
Choke the celebrity industry
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