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Maria Etre Sep 2021
For once
he asked the sun to set
to bring his own

For once,
He strummed her heartstrings
and turned her into a hymn

For once,
He dawned on her with
new colors, she couldn’t believe existed

For once,
She melted at the sight
Of a smile … a specific smile
Too beautiful for poets to describe

For once... this might turn
into
“a while”
angelique Sep 2021
Two people, faces on
A screen, and two
Voices telling us how we should be
What’s new in the world, why we should
Avoid doing this, avoid doing that
What’s in, what’s not, what we should all do best

I see some nods
I see disapproval, approval
I see shifty glances in eyes
I see mouths start to move and talk
I see phones, many phones
I see the consumerism kicking in
I see unwavering doubt

I see lies, a mirage
I see the contours of deception
I see material eyes and material hearts
I see heavy minds and empty heads
I see people wondering about how they should look instead
I see people dreaming of a better life
I see people forgetting their own beautiful life
I see insecurity, stinging idiosyncrasy
I see flaming ******* media hypocrisy
I see romanticization of all things ugly
I see faces that look so young and glossy
I see big lights that cancel out all the imperfections
I see makeup that covers all the unwanted
I see ivory and I see bone
I see a curated life that I’ve never known
I see this image stitched up
And I never see it become unsewn
Something thats been on my mind lately with the influence of media and social media
Big Virge Sep 2021
So Life As We Know It’s...
Now Subject To COVID... !?!

COVID This COVID That...
Vaccinate Trace And Track...

Distortion of Facts... !!!
For A Lifestyle That’s WHACK...

" Oh But It’s NOT That Bad ! "

Say The New Sheople’ Packs...

Get Your New Passport Here... !!!
Get Your New Passport Here... !!!

No Passport Oh DEAR... !!!

Well You’d Better Adhere...
Or You Just Won’t Be Cleared...

To Travel Or Handle...
A Beer Or A Snapple...

Your Life As You Know It’s...
Now Subject To COVID... !!!

And NO They’re NOT JOKING...
These Government Jokers... !!!

Because Their New Potion...
Is Feeding The Notion...
That COVID KILLS Quotas...
Like Variants Growing...
Across The Worlds Oceans... !!!

From Asia To London...
This Covid KEEPS Coming...
And Has People Running...

To Get Their Injections...
To STOP Covid Spreading... !!!

So Life As You Know It...
Now Has A New Heading...
That Is OVERBEARING... !!!

VACCINES Are The KEY...
To You Now Being FREE...
To SEE Your Family...
And Of Course MAKE MONEY...
To Feed... Economies... !!!

Whilst Freedom of Speech...
Will Be LOST And IMPEACHED...
Like World Leaders Should Be... !!!

Come And Get Your Vaccines... !!!
Come And Get Your Vaccines... !!!

Otherwise You Will Be...
Ostracised And Won’t See...
A Future Where You...
Will Be Free of This Flu... !!!

Because of This TYRANT...
Yes This CORONA VIRUS... !!!

Because It Is REAL...
So You WILL NEED To Shield...
Yourself From INFECTION...
And Being... REJECTED...
From Sheople Collectives...

Who Have Now Been Tested...
As Well As Protected... !!!

From What...
They Don’t Know... ?!?

But They’ve Got...
... A New Hope... !!!

That Will Free Them To Go...
Outside of Their Homes... !!!!!

But Will They Be IMMUNE...
From New Variants... NOPE... ?!?

But These Vaccines Are GOOD...
So YES Take One You SHOULD...

Is The Quote You Should Know...

Come And Get Your Vaccines... !!!
Come And Get Your Vaccines... !!!

FORGET... Conspiracies...
And These CRAZIES Theories... !!!

Come On Sheople Please...
Oh SORRY... We Mean PEOPLE... !!!

We’re REALLY NOT EVIL...
Like... BIG Companies... !!!

We Would NEVER DECEIVE...
We’re Not Government Fiends...
Who Are Driven By Greed...
And Controlling Money... !!!

We’re Just Making A Plea...
For You People To See...

That Your Getting Vaccines...
Will Bring Back NORMALCY...

So You’d Better Believe...
In Vaccine Policies... !!!

But Isn’t It Strange...
That These Vaccinations...
Are NOT All The SAME...
For Different Locations... ?!?

And Are Subject To Change...
According To... Age... ?!?

And They May NOT YET BE...
Something Mandatory...
But Why Has There Been...
This INCREDIBLE Need...
To Be Told CONSTANTLY...
That They're What We ALL Need... !?!

With Appeals On REPEAT...
On The News And TV’s... ?!?

Cos’ it’s Been FORCIBLY...
Pushed Into Our Psyches... !!!

Even When They Are Deemed...
To LACK EFFICACY...
That Will STOP This Disease...
From RETURNING QUICKLY... ?!?

Which Clearly Leads Me...
To Ask Questions Like These...

Why Are These Vaccines...
......... LIABILITY FREE.........
If They’ll Make Us HEALTHY... ?!?

You See Life As You Know It...
Is NOT What It Seems... !!!

It NEVER Has Been... !!!

But Come Get Your Vaccines...
That’s Right Get Your Vaccines... !!!

And What of These People...
Protesting On Streets...

Shouldn’t They Now Be Feeble...
And Dying Quickly... ?!?

NAH It Must Just Be ME...
Who Now Sees What I See... !!!

A Future Where Freedom’s...
CONTROLLED By Disease...
And Yes... COMPLICITY... !!!

To Any Resurgence...
of Vaccine Regimes... !!!

These Words That I’m Quoting...
... AREN’T Really FUNNY... !!!

If They Really Are REAL... !?!

If What They Are Showing...
Is That Something’s BROKEN...

That Will Cause An Implosion...
And Final... EROSION...

of Life...

.... “ As We Know It “....
The irony of this situation is becoming more and more apparent, and life as we know it, is being changed irreparably, forever.
(why must I be so hard-headed?)
First glance, it was nothing but beauty,
but oh no, can’t touch,
my mind is thy & no one is for sale,
send demons on them
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HB6-Aaw7mE8&t=11s
Robert Ippaso Sep 2021
Where women aren't quite women
They're Menstruating folk,
Their gender simply Human,
The world gone truly woke.

Grasping for atonement,
The art of double speak,
The fancy of the moment
Our words they cutely tweak.

Political correctness,
Not He, nor She, but It,
In search of urban fairness,
With some a glowing hit.

For others who stay silent,
Not knowing what to say,
On tact sorely reliant,
For this to pass they pray.

But how about this thought
To brighten up your day,
Good sense is rarely taught
So why should wokes hold sway?

We the startled masses
Muted for so long,
Know Thoroughbreds from *****,
That's how we get along.
Kicking up the dust,
learnt about married life
from the prostitutes, I never
touched the flesh of
****** beauty that the flesh itself
is poetry & when
you grow for the better is when
their devils come to get you
& when I die, know that I never
wanted anything else
besides the company of your presence,
heartless when I saw
them bugging out, hard lessons
taught when you’re aware of how easy it
is to be ease
when there is suffering,
I saw them coming &  I put up my hands,
‘I was only looking for love,
I hope you understand’.
They’re become crack, like the time
before that. One of them said, ‘don’t you
dare say a word, you’re giving us
your right hand, don’t you dare cry wolf’.
Afterall the growth, beating real good,
poetry was made
for attention, Heavens gates are inside
their smiles, it put me ahead of the
pack, on track, but I
promises those aren’t your friends,
now don’t hate,
reality has decided for you to wait,
but couldn’t handle the
weight.
ART MOMENT, VOL 1
By Darcy Prince

Time or reality is ungoverned, it will remain so for at least in the indefinable future. Innovations will come along. If ethical education has taught us anything. It always changes. Devoid of not making an effort.

I tried painting for a bit. I’m not that good. Several years ago, my housemate recommended watching an Andy Warhol documentary. I honestly became fascinated & dived into several art documentaries, honestly quite a fantastic learning experience. Looking, I regret not collecting all the links to those documentaries, even though I got the time to do so now. This was during the time of getting to know myself again, or getting a sense of direction. Painting, drawing, more attempts to learn, using online videos to learn how to draw a person's eyes or hands was a somewhat slightly disappointing experience, that I should try something else. I can remember the pacific moment to try art writing a go or even getting into any sort of criticism. But I ended up there.

I remember watching the program, ‘different ways of seeing’, aesthetics became a new subject for me. With Alain De Botton, now taking into consideration the larger impact, things have on society. Being utterly fascinated on how some, not all painters have a lasting print on peoples society. Like how Van Gogh never sold a painting within his lifetime. The relation between what we see & what we know is a comforting, settling thing. Seeing the painting ‘scream’, perhaps an early meme or trolling act, without a notice, reflects the inner fear we share. Feeling desired as a lover, maybe the most Holy feeling in the world. For those who aren’t, their artworks are a displaying force of nature. Rothko has provided a new way in expression, with his drape like paintings in a tone of red, as his edges before the canvas ended seemingly lazy at a time when art was supposed to be serious & realistic. And so far, people are the common thread between forms of art.

A time for action is in art. In modern speaking or our armchair conversations over coffee, maybe you’re a tea drinker. My cigarettes will be there. The hashtag learn to code was quite popular, especially when universal income became a new subject for our politicians we are voting in and started to be talked about. Games are a large industry. There’s even arguments for it being art. It does make use for graphics & storytelling. Whether you play it or not. It does include a large amount of thinking to put together. Sure we can talk of the violence it uses. Though outside those who read or try to keep up with modern times. The rise of deep fakes. *** doesn’t belong to a group, race, a part of the city, race. It honestly belongs to the world. Yes, some works of art will rise from it. The obscure thinking never actually seems to fit in. Even in the Star Wars films, there’s a use of passed away actors to be acting in the films they’re releasing now. To remain innocent, is to remain ignorant. Statues of past figureheads of culture may have been adored by the art critic, but the average person has someone they know to be entered in their private virtual world.

I don’t know what your story is. I think art can offer what we’re languishing inside of us. Personally, over the last couple of years, I’ve been wounded by my last breakup. I spent it in bed, I cried, I couldn’t do anything, even food started to taste differently. In romance art, novels in particular, supplemented so much. Being heartbroken. Can you believe that individuals can do so amongst themselves? I’ve heard it argued & arguing successfully, that identity comes from an idea. Art I think, that comes along with that. But art does provide a certain grief, with tragedy developing as its own genre.

I really don’t know where I was going with this. I just wrote it out. But leaving it here, to add to the body of work when I die. But what reconciles an individual with society, to what that person created.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UHsRhWASbvk&t=23s
Hakikur Rahman Sep 2021
The sun has risen in the eastern sky
The beginning of a novel day
The world is colored by the light of dawn
Decorated branches are young, yet.

Gestures to walk on the path again
On the blue horizon
Consciousness begins anew today
On the border of life, again.

The south wind blows slowly
Gives life throughout a pacification
Let's come on the path with firm conviction
Sing the song of life, eternal.
once money don't matter
then it's all about the clout
legends.
Steven Boston Sep 2021
Beyond the drone of pitiful noise
lays his nightmare silent voice
dark treacle running through
his vindictive veins
shouting for spilled scarlet floods
in the arena of his rebellious reality

We ask
Where
Why
How
is the psyche awakened
of a heinous human

As he premeditates malicious ******
in his razor wire embroiled shell
venting vicious violent thoughts
from his cauldron
overspilling with the essence
of things past

Into abhorent action
it bounces and bounds
'Heres Johnny'
the sun rising for him
as it sets for another
he's lifted from his numbness

adrenaline gushing
through his warped floodgates
saturating the twisted air he breathes
without it he is but a nobody
drowning in the normality
of real reality
Wrote this about what makes a serial killer tick, was for a prompt.
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