#bigbrother
Your dusty blue eyes look just like mine,
But mine don’t hold the lies you spoke.
Brothers are supposed to protect,
So why am I finding myself at the end of your rope?
You handed me silence, wrapped in blame,
A gift of absence, a hollow name.
You lied, deflected, and called it grace,
But I see the cracks in your polished face.
I raised my voice—not to harm, but to heal,
To break the silence, to make it real.
Yet you called me “too much,” said I crossed a line,
When all I wanted was to stop the decline.
You disowned me for speaking my truth,
For refusing to play the role of your sleuth.
I won’t chase shadows, I won’t pretend,
That this family’s brokenness can ever mend—
Without honesty, without the fight,
Without calling out what isn’t right.
You chose to cut me loose, to let me go,
But I’m not the one who’s lost, you know.
I’ve done the work, I’ve faced my pain,
While you’ve stayed stagnant, afraid of the rain.
You called me the problem, the one to blame,
But I’m not the one who’s playing the game.
I won’t apologize for wanting more,
For refusing to settle, for closing the door
.
On the lies, the shame, the toxic spin—
I’m done letting the cycle win.
Your dusty blue eyes look just like mine,
But mine don’t hold the lies you spoke.
I’ll walk away with my head held high,
No longer bound by your fraying rope.
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 10:10 AM UTC
“Thank God that they fight over mites,”
Remarks bourgeoisie’s Big Brother.
Proles’ one tool is each other, but
It’s always night if you’ve short sight.
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 10:10 PM UTC
Big brother
He wanders on his own
In the jungle
No one to call his own
But he has a heart full of love to give
"Is there anyone for me to love?"
He wonders
So he sets out on an adventure
He climbed hills and
marched through valleys
Gentle as he can be
He picks up the little squirrels
fallen from the tree
He stops for a while
and lets birds rest on his back
from all their flying and tweeting.
He looks out for the cubs
and stands guard for their protection
And graces with his presence
those in need of affection
And still this grizzly bear
moves forward on his own
Eats alone, sleeps alone.
Sometimes he's lonely.
But he looks up to see the Sun
smiling down on him
and gives him warmth and
a bright shine on his
glorious brown coat
And though a hunter's spear
may strike through his heart
already broken
these words of love pours out
onto the ground
for nobody to call his own
and yet still to love
"Brother bear cares"
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 9:53 AM UTC
I walk to the pub or club,
Talk with folks,
Go play table tennis
Or shop.
But apart from all that chat,
Where do I get my “World View”?
How do I know what’s going on
Outside my little comfort zone?
I could even be another Jim Carrey
In some “Truman Show”,
Being filmed for some TV soap
That I’ve never seen
By Big Brother cameras everywhere;
Feeding off fake news
About the universe outside.
For everything we “know”
Comes from TV
And our mobiles
And PCs.
It could all be as false
As Trump says it is,
If he really exists!!!
Where is the Truth?
Will a No Deal Brexit be a catastrophe
Or a breeze in the park?
Are our “Enemies” really in the wrong?
Is the wider world anything like
It’s painted
On TV???
The con men, and women
Probably have us
In their pockets.
So all we can do
Is be as vigilant
As we can
And hope
That true Reality
Will be detected
At last.
Paul Butters
© PB 19\8\2019.
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 5:38 AM UTC
I cried over my friend.
I told him that he should never do it again.
He was so stupid.
I said that he couldn't do stuff like that because i don't want to lose him.
He's like my big brother, and I don't think he realises it.
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 4:05 PM UTC
Grasping my face as my perpetual sobs failed to cease,
You looked me in the eyes and said with your brotherly ease,
"Do not let this define you"-
Words compelling my courage to break through.
You wiped my tears away,
Water and mascara forming rivers all grey.
My heart was still hurting but my shoulders weighed less,
As you took some weight upon yourself after forcing my emotions to confess.
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 10:18 AM UTC
Every morning I go underneath the Earth
I leave the trees behind to walk upon concrete
A utopia of green and blue
For a dystopia of gray and black
Trying to maximize my worth
A weekly void to fill
Means to survive
Off of hands I do not want touching me
They have the tightest grip around my throat
More is not enough
Everything I have I turn over
To breathe air that they poison
Drinking the water they have polluted
I scream and I shake and I cry
How can they do this?
Why is everyone okay with this?
Do we have no say?
Blind power
I look around me
You are all staring at a small screen
A device they have handed you
You even paid them for it
And now it distracts you
From the poison they feed you
A revolution! Please, I beg
Around me blank stares
She wore it best, he's dating that *****
Wake up I plead
There is no power left of the people
Willing wrists
To be cuffed
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 9:52 AM UTC
No trees around,
But there are leaves in the gutter
A thousand eyes in every home
& in every eye there is a storm
A Panoptic Design
Prison planet
Web net
Spider eyes glow red
Multi-layered
Multi-players
Virtual seams rip apart every dream
Virtual screams on virtual screens
Blood & circuses
Hive mind & mob body
In every crack there is a hole
& in every hole there is an eye
In every eye there is a storm
Your streets, the sky-not blind
A thousand eyes
A thousand eyes for every home
Digital trap. Don’t fight back
We wake to dream
We fight the sleep
Is there something we are missing?
5- You are alive
4-Go thru the door
3-What is your reality, really?
2-Yes, I’m talking to you!
1- Look up
Don’t look behind.
We are being followed.
Do you follow?
Do you mind?
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 3:28 AM UTC
big brother how i loved you
big brother why did you leave
big brother you promised you'd stay
big brother you never came back
big brother I was supposed to go first
big brother they still need you
big brother I still need you
big brother you promised me you'd be here
big brother no one else will understand me
big brother who will be here for me
big brother our plans will never be the same
big brother no one can fill the gap you left me
big brother you're no longer tan
big brother you're no longer warm
big brother you no longer move
big brother you no longer make me smile
big brother they say you're never coming back
big brother i KNOW their wrong,you promised
big brother you ßгоке your promise
big brother you left me,LiFeLeSs,just like you....
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 10:36 PM UTC
I wish I could help you
I wanna help people
I wanna help you
I wanna help my big brother
I wanna help my mom
And I wanna help me
But I don't know how
I wanna learn
How to help you
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC
Spy on us
Lie to us
Shatter our dreams
Betray our trust
Being good
Ain't good enough
Working hard
Won't earn u much
Thinking too much
Can leave u stuck
Detached
Alone as ****
Not thinking enough
Can leave u stuck
Out of place
Without touch
It all falls down
When the bubble busts
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 12:48 AM UTC
Sitting here watching you
sleep
Wondering if your dreams are
sweet
Knowing you'll always be mommies
baby boy
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
she cries hearing your name
she cries knowing your not there
she cries at night thinking about you
she cries when she sees your picture
she cries not knowing if your coming home
she cries when she smells your cologne
she cries reading your letters
she cries when she hears your getting deployed
she cries when she hears your going to be gone for a year
she is constantly crying
she is your little sister....
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
I find myself sidewalking everything
So Silverstein was lucky to know where it ends
Will I ever be privileged to discover such a thing?
Too many trivial needs distract from its pursuit
But how am I to know?
When it's time, I only cared for my toys
The way the sheeple only care for their handouts
Do tell; if the Pentagon lays off 800,000 people
Will we know they're telling the truth about unemployment
When their words flow between mouthfuls
Of stolen fruit and gold
At the table of the elite
So tell me, who is John Galt?
I sit at a table with a mind that knows how to think for himself
And can't help but think this is the purest form of elitism:
Until at last the time has come
For the imminent end of all serfdom
Brought by the brawn of the brainy
How are we to keep our heads when the others ***** us over
Take our heads clean off to see the contents
Only the strongest can withstand the attempts to skew ideas
Upon who's minds the lying flies
Forced off by intellect
The simple last defender of God and liberty
Big Brother would have us not discuss such things
At times, I feel that we are the last in the world
So, tell me- if this paper is the last in the world, have we written something significant?
I've no doubt the world will see
The mistakes of society
Time then, will bring forth a new renaissance, with us as creators
And they, as the readers of some disconnected thoughts
Written at a time when the end of a page was a good stopping point for poetry, but not for the limit of government infringement on personal freedom.
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 12:38 AM UTC
Sterling eyes close the falling red ward
Big Brother has seen it all
He tells me: *there is danger
Terror past the massive, all-protecting Atlantic*
Don’t stray there, the mouth
of stumbling heads say,
They want to take away
Our safety, our ways, our Freedom
Mr. Elected reassures
*Nothing will harm you
Not with me going there
I don’t want you going there*
He speaks like my mom
Warning me of the illicits
I am too vulnerable to experience
It’s death I’ll go to- I’ve been told
Sleepless red monocular
Enlightening the air to a passive blue
It’s opacity beneath and above
Ascending again
Mama and Baba say it’s time to go home
I confront the arid peninsula of Qatar
Lungs accustomed, vitality not frozen
Precariously perceiving the harmful
Sentiments of years past in Jordan,
I wonder why
my kin would ban this place
Rumor on dirt pavement in a draft, ears picking up
*The Atlantic is not to be crossed,
A lack of morals, malintentions
lay beyond the scape.*
Extravagant grenade above,
Falling to the horizon
And no detonation, collapsing behind a curved veil
Skyward lay the remnants
Of heat, frozen in time
The lips in a box on this shoreside
Warn *the zephyrs from the ornery
Reaches towards our home
Be on guard of the deceitful
star at night that rains red*
Tomorrow may not be there
My blood brothers of Lebanon say,
But I wait, field of vision
aligned to the east
Aural stumbles translate, articulating
My brethren begin their search of food
And in too many moments unnoticed,
Black on bottom, red on the low, blue slowly suffocating the obscurity above
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 9:27 PM UTC