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Austin Heath Apr 2016
You tasteless morons;
Gnawing at whatever is
pandering to you.

Swallow your morals.
You eat art alive and you
consume artists whole.

******* cannibals,
devouring the message to
feel accomplishment.

Satisfied by trend
and over indulged by your
ideology.

This hole is a farm.
It's where we cut out our hearts
to feed our egos.
Ethan Moon Feb 2016
My mind is a totalitarian regime.

I build up walls, paranoia, panopticon. (And to me, Denmark is a prison.)

Keep the voices, the evils of the world out.

An ideology, power, purpose,

Convinces me of the diseases, the deviants,

That risks an illusion to be shattered.

I am my own dictator, hail.

I control words—words are power—

I write my own narratives, make my own excuses,

Create heroines and gods to populate the prison walls. (He was a son of God—a phrase which, if it means anything, means just that—and he must be about his Father’s business, the service of a vast, ******, and meretricious beauty.)

I rewrite constellations, make them smaller,

Build babels, buying more time.  

I tell that amnesiac blackness: that it cannot hurt me; it can’t touch me.

Those labyrinthian libraries of sky charts and lovely flower dictionaries, rooms of polychromatic paintings, which I gathered with gayety as a child—I’m still a child—I haul into the fire,

Ignorant wretch.

We live a part of a global economy, where inclusivity and transparency criticize, perfect.

I can’t stand the critics, I cry, ******!,

Condemn them to death by a thousand cuts,

Slicing and dicing, I can hear their silent pleas,

They speak to me, You are loved, Let your family in, Please stop

Please please please stop please stop stop stop speak to please stop speak to me

Horrible hungry faces, they don’t cry as I peal skin from bone,

With shards I crush those voices, with glass, broken mirrors,

Me to speak stop please to speak stop stop stop please stop please please please  

Break down the walls,

why should you die before your time?
An open market is prone to crisis,

These newcomers, it only takes one to break your heart.

Things with merit are gems; scarcity creates value.

Enjoy the labour of love and life, it is a gift of God,

Dance under pixel skies, they **** pride, ****,

Open the floodgates, the dictatorship crumbles and crumples under the weight of these tired eyes

That see light rushing out from the cell window as visions and vicissitudes

A cry from the streets outside

The end is nigh, Night is coming!

One cannot sleep with starry skies in the eyes.

Stay awake, because the guards are coming,

Remember—you are to be tried for warcrimes, hail.

You and me, we can shuffle off this mortal coil, our self slaughter a mere trifle

In this ocean of failed realties, as man to cosmos.  (All I want is blackness. Blackness and silence.)

Cause this flesh to melt I beg,

Keep cutting, smaller pieces,

No, the sunrises, it’s ****** and orange,

Citrus, it burns in these wounds,

I feel pain, I feel, warm with this ambiance,

A jacket to prevent morning chill, breathing wisps,

I don’t want to leave, I don’t want to die,

I don’t I don’t now don’t don’t don’t no I don’t want to leave no leave me

Wait!—


(Feb 7 2016)
JW Jan 2016
Stay strong don't cry its not that bad
You shouldn't act like this you're a man
Hide your emotions, don't let them show
How dare you let anyone know...
This is what society wants
men to be strong like an ox
But I'm too sensitive to act this way
I've seen the bad the world relays
This outlet allows for me to be
What I've always needed to see
That others care of what I need
They save me from this ideology..
Elliot A Nov 2015
When did the soil give birth to ideologies of hate?
Floating thoughts taking hold of tempestuous souls
To wreak destitution and abject destruction upon City slabs
Intangible ideas, not to be grasped, squeeze hard
On curled metal, give birth to flying shells

Hit ******* soft targets
Stories held within forms, never known to thy perpetrator
Indiscriminate fury built upon muddled theory

How powerful a virulent ideology
Minds clash in spoken wars, yet the earth does recoil
As fragile limbs confronted by flying shells
Limp, lifeless hand stretched forth
Pleading for continuation of a life not contemplated to end
Not here, in this way
Crudely broken by the stench of decay
I remember when Friday night was for play

Humanities throat pressed upon not by religion
Knife drawn not by capitalism
Shots fired not by secularism
Yet a common strain persists in all
That of power seeking
Corrupting hearts, dividing parts uneven, the spread obscene

Impose a will on another
Crush fledging life pursuing what is best to you
Oh! The clouds I plead beneath pass me by
Your ‘best’ is but yours, permit me to fly by
PrttyBrd Nov 2014
Bound in darkness
Tethered by restraints unseen
Constrained by ideology
Control is illusory
Received in freedom
Freedom to perceive the truth
Or believe what's easy
Twisted minds revolt
Logic vs passion vs need vs want
Exercises in futility
Frustration abounds
Follow commands
Command desires
Twisting logic
Abandoning sense
Embracing concupiscence
Truth = justification
Justify and make it so
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If you think that it was an error
An only bug that we find
That you made it
Even it was created a long distance between you and me
And yet after realization
If you believe that we loved each other
And even you think
Love is the only power that can easily fixes that problem
Again it makes us together to rebuild our commitment
And even we can separate thee (our enemy)
It makes me to love you again
And if we really stand on the same thoughts of an ideology
That we hold previously
Again we will easily can try to establish our strength of beauty

On the other hand,
If we can’t find our error
And try to establish the way that we never been taken
Even we feel that it is the high time to show our separate believe,
We will be alienated from each other even humanity
The ideology will be sleeping in the old book
It will be created a crisis and off course that will make a space between you and me
No path will be defined for the next generation
Our beliefs will be too weak
And our enemy will try to prove that our moral courage is dead
It will be turned to be an oxidized metal
It will be really broken soon
The red sun, which we would always expect that will be moved to the hell
Our boys, never be moved together towards the bright sun
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@Musfiq us shaleheen
when we can realize that love is the only solution to realize the basic ideology that really try establish the humanity and the ultimate freedom and peace of mankind.
Sometimes good is not so good
You need to apply good
in a good way
with a good manner

The meaning of good is not
the same to thee as always
sometimes you realize good
after a certain time even after several era

which is good?
only time can say

the taste, the beauty, the knowledge
everything is relative as you are
so different from others
in mind and soul within look

but there are some good
thoughts and things
those everybody like but
somebody sometimes differ from that

@ Musfiq us shaleheen
good: sometimes very contradictory from man to man.
Can you remember my friend?
We were walking together with same plan
Conceived together with same pang
Can you remember the priceless pain?

We promised to stand under same umbrella
And took shelter underneath the same tree
When at rain or required to take a little rest
Can you remember my friend?

Thoughts of time made the strong ideas,
We composed an ode of ideology
Died when it was young and possible
Unrest our love even our life
And children never smile again

Now the difference is too high
between -
The rich and the poor
The male and the female
The king and the pawn

And I see a far distance between hope and hopeless
Can you feel my friend?
The difference and the anomaly

We lost all of our commitment for man and mankind
And we painted the dark future of our children
The song of joy that now a coy

Can you remember my friend?
Can you ever remember?
Ah! My friend
'O' No, my friend of mine

@ Musfiq us shaleheen
The broken commitment, An early death of an ideology
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