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crybaby911 Sep 2015
Life itself, is a crestfallen beauty
A paradoxical melancholy
A chaotic mess
In our self altitude
An oxymoron
A self destruction for human kind
Nelize May 2015
The blue pandora speaks to me
the starts above they wink at me
the cliffs scream out come challenge us
the clouds crawl near to fly with us
but who are you bright city light
that you infest in Earthen sight?
tearing down the trees and coal
so endlessly from Mother's soul?
Cement stained with tears,
men have come and gone.
Replaced by their fears,
nothing left to lose.

Look them in the eyes,
tell them it'll be alright.
Then put them on the back burner,
show them what you think they're worth.

Families are cold,
hungry and scared.
Did you ever care?
You got your fair share.

To break a man's will,
is to tear down his pride.
Replace him with metal,
make him obsolete in his mind.

Man is not an object,
humankind as a whole.
We are irreplaceable,
we are indispensable.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Kayden Fittini Apr 2015
Sometimes dont you feel alone
trapped in a program while living as a drone
systems trying to mark us in stone
just give us all the golden throne.
I hope I'm not all alone.

And now -
let's figure out whats fake or true
let's come together and prove we aren't fools
let's try to heal the affected bones
just show me I'm not all alone
please show me.


The goal is to drink the heavenly water
hell is hot but earth is even hotter
just show me the light -
but now hapiness, is far from sight
are we going backwards, or are we grown
i'm still hoping we're not all alone.

so let's just -
figure out whats fake or true
lets come together and prove we aren't fools
lets try to heal the affected bones
just show me I'm not all alone
come on show me!


I've now stepped into the wrong zone
our knowledge and powers need to be honed
we all hear the countless bad news
love and care will definitely heal our wounds
to throw away the artificial heart and the phone -
or to hold hands through the pain or the unknown.

*So now -
let's just figure out whats fake or true
let's come together and prove we aren't fools
let's try to heal the affected bones
just show me I'm not all alone
just show me!
Kayden Fittini Apr 2015
The walls of this room looks filthy -

Desire falls on the lap of thirteen;
While howling travels across the air.

(No arrows are left to spare.)

The war has ended in malice --
and now jurisdiction has sectioned off solace.
A mad man runs havoc on the streets.

(So Let me say.)

How....Did we do this.
Can someone help here.
The pain is so ever near.
So why...Do I
breath here.
The air is thick right here.
Oh...Here.

(Continue the curtain which covers our mistakes.)

Please give us that eternal bliss--
Or allow me to shake it off.
Terrible lies inflict a giant loss.

(So I must repeat to say.)

How....Did we do this.
Can someone help here.
The pain is so ever near.
So why...Do I
breath here.
The air is thick right here.
Oh right here.

Please show some mercy, amongst all the heartache.
Even all the stars ache.
Planets have eroded.
Plants have all of sudden folded.

(Please allow me to say this!)

So how....Did we do this.
Can someone help here.
The pain is so ever near.
So why...Do I
breath here.
The air is thick right here.
Oh right here.

Please have some mercy!
Marília Galvão Mar 2015
War
What is war? Is it a soldier dying, or guns, or bombs, or crosses, or weeping mothers, or sport, or patriotism, or valor, or high paying jobs? What is war? Not hell. For that is merely evil. War is worse than evil. It is mind-boggling suicide --mass suicide-- with humankind devouring or trying to devour itself. In vain attemps to assuage some sort of weird, innate (and apparently insatiable) appetite nurtured by our true and beloved God, Mars, we will not settle for less than the "flower of evolution" as the main course, embellished by bountiful side dishes and fanciful shakers filled with the "fruits" of our marvelous hands and big starving brains. How long will we persist in this lethal nonsense? How long before we really believe that salvation lies not in an insane paradox fostered by brute and selfish gluttony, but in the far more "nutritious" and healthful viand in the sadly neglected garden of human compassion and understanding? Considering the status of brotherhood today, possibly too long.

By Jack Kervokian
Kervokian's description of his painting 'The Gourmet (War)' - http://www-tc.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/kevorkian/aboutk/art/war.gif
Alba Mar 2015
She was the strangest football fan I'd ever met,
Between match programmes and leaflets she hid Nietzsche and Thoreau;
Philosophy being a bright passion of hers,
It all seemed so natural in her visage.
On days, she'd hum You'll Never Walk Alone
While turning delicately the pages of a new text,
Smiling at the words that appeared before her on the page.
Dorian Gray, she took time to point out,
Kept her fascinated—
But it was always going to be Nietzsche,
And the first time she strummed the pages of Thus Spoke Zarathustra it was as if the humming had turned to fire,
And she was melded with the page.
I would believe only in a god who could dance.
If you asked her who she favoured,
she would reply back with a chirp, 
the Russians!
And hold to you a copy of Dostoyevsky,
Crime and Punishment, she said, was her fascination
And she'd as fluidly as ever switch back to the fixtures.
Never passion, always fancy.
It was as if viewing herself through a third party lens.
Her passion for the game,
As mysterious as her gentle touch on softer pages.
How could she love so drastically?
Football, her passion,
But her books were her mystery to all, to even herself,
And the quiet murmur of Nietzsche, her nectar.
KT Feb 2015
Arms, legs, body and head,
you can not deny it,
we are just a plague widespread.
Across me sits this smelly man,
I see in him nothing but an orangutan.
I look at his face, look at his hands,
there is nothing more than a monkey in pants.
I try to think of how does he think,
but what do I know;
I’m written by the same ink.
Years and years, nothing but a lion’s purse,
now seconds passed,
we think we are masters of the universe.
A load of meat floating on a rock,
I guess we are lucky,
but we haven’t even learned to walk.
We hope and dream our dreams,
we want to achieve,
but everything is wrong when it’s not how it seems.
Everyone is a god, everyone is supreme;
When their belly is full,
everyone lives in his own dream.
But take away the feast,
get in their way;
Man becomes the most savage of beast.
We haven’t lost that jungle sense,
no diffrent than animals,
our population is just more dense.
But I guess we are noble in a way,
that’s the greatest irony of all;
Because I know how to say what I can say.
Ape does not know that he is ape,
he does not know the diffrence between an apple and a grape.
He does not even know if his own kin he rapes;
but for **** sure we should know,
that we are nothing but the next-level apes.
V S Ramstack Oct 2014
teetering on the edge
of empathy and indifference
i attempt to cradle
my concept of humankind, giving it
sips of water and bites of fruit -- i
want to believe
we are all
more capable than we seem;
our output needs to surpass our ambition
to "do good", for practice
will surely steer
a gilded
and inevitable (im)perfection.
Amitav Radiance Jul 2014
Boundaries are in our minds
The land is for us to inhabit
Peace will prevail
If we transcend our mind’s boundaries
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