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Separated by progress
We live in isolation
Socially stagnated
Growing ever distant.

Focus further inward
Without hesitation,
Cutting off future conflicts
Before they even happen.

Perspective and reality
No longer separate
Eco chamber catalysts
Shattered-faction fragment.

Elitist tactics brainwash
Entire populations,
Localised abundance withers
With dying vegetation.

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
Zywa Mar 23
I create the earth,

all, but people, that mistake --


I won't make again.
"Niet nog een keer" ("Not again", 2015, Ali Şerik)

Collection "Human excess"
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.
Chi
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.
Adam Webster Nov 2021
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
ScaryGary Oct 2021
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
Zywa Sep 2021
I get paid and I buy

the bed I want to lie in

in the country of my choice

the country of the revolution, of freedom
....and equality where everyone has to leave
....who says or supports that different is better

the country without people
....who exclude members of the household and neighbours
....because of their origin, gender or love

the country without followers
....of heads of the family, gurus and
....men with a sacred book

the country of the paradox
....where freedom is the system
....without poor and rich people

the country without people
....who claim the status
....of having more than others

the country on the verge
....of ******* and inequality
....where no money is for pretended luck

the country of real answers
....to the questions of why
....where no one takes nonsense seriously
After: "With due respect" (2011-2012, Theo Maassen)

Collection "New Ago"
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