Doomsday clocks lurching Our salvation diverges Shouting to the twilight sun We share but false elation.
Entire regions' designated Means of production No new doctrines allowed All hail consumption.
Ever directionless, at a loss Regressing into violence: Revolutionaries' proudest Of our failed revolutions.
Living out our dreams Of solitary bliss, Live alone in harmony Or die in the abyss.
What piece of work is man That chooses inhumanity A species in a chasm Led by mere savages.
"And in time there will come a generation that has got beyond facts, beyond impressions, a generation absolutely colourless, a generation seraphically free from taint of personality" ― E.M. Forster, The Machine Stops
a state being is a secret identity a state being is a human disgrace of identity human disgrace is human state of being mankind is a human state of mankind mankind is a human state of identity a state being is a human state of a state being human state is human state of mankind
mankind is disgrace of mankind mankind is disgrace of a identity disgrace is disgrace of a secret identity mankind is a secret identity of mankind a secret identity is a secret identity of mankind a state being is a secret state being a state being is a secret mankind
time is a secret of a disgrace secret time is a secret of a secret identity time is a secret identity time is a secret of time time is time’s secret time is a state being of a identity time is a state being of a secret identity
my writing is called philosophical writing. i only uses middle ages words,words from the renaissance for instance words liked gracious,extravaganza,etc... this poem is about a secret is a disgrace of a disgrace secret. i don’t add capitalization’s on my writing.
I can’t sing so I write lyrics to elevate chi Words that make your brain neurons Fire and enlighten your brain, firing like Chung li Kicks that strikes an emotion That flows like the synergy of the ocean Jump in with or without your clothes on Doesn’t matter, god made us naked After the fishes eat, they swim for fun We’re living, lucky, all under the sun After all is said and done we are one So let us past on our positive chi
humankind is loyal to mankind humankind is humankind loyalty loyal is loyalty to mankind loyalty is a honor of loyalty loyalty is a honor of mankind to honor loyalty is to honor mankind respect is in honor of mankind
respect is in honor of respect mankind respect is humankind respect mankind respect is humankind honor mankind respect is humankind loyalty glory is glory of honor glory is glory of humankind humankind is glory of humankind
mankind glory is humankind glory mankind is mankind glory defeat is defeat of humankind defeat is defeat of glory glory defeat glory glory honor the defeat of glory honor, honor the defeat of honor
my writing is called philosophical writing. i only uses middle ages words,words from the renaissance for instance words liked gracious,extravaganza,etc... this poem is about the satisfaction of glory and respect. i don’t add capitalization’s on my writing.
Thousands of tiny little stars Hundreds of beating little hearts Mountain mice can't fight the village lion But the spark can light a thousand rivers that open the threshold for a billion oceans covered in nothing but shame and disgust. Here lies a broken body, here falls another opinion ,the grave of a trillion lies
they said it was a given but givers always like to take
they are like a scale they can take your weight and give your weight but that scale is lean and mean so calculating in with the plan for all this time in the bathroom of all places
letting those fools who step on it glorify it what a beautiful revenge
those people, for some odd reason called all gain a few pounds as you went along by not going along and even tried to show them the truth
but they never lied about losing weight they never told anyone when they lost one pound that's a lot of weight to a scale holding them above the ground while they control their destiny whew i guess only weights and measures can truly feel the weight of what they weigh and measure
you can count on one thing scale i will never step on you i won't be there to count on either
after all, you have been an accessory and tool used in countless acts of illogic and defiance
always know that i also know that when people step on you they instantly want a cookie... so true weight, false weight it ain't even up to you to give it or take it but they give you credit anyhow
suffer mr stinky
i wrote the first two lines and then took bathroom break...i think it was supposed to be about freedom, like i said, i was in the bathroom