#censor
I can figure for the math that X controls.
I can see the quantum, I can read the code.
I will not scroll down any further like a wayward lost sheep.
Just so you can censor my every bleep!
I have no need to play the fearful angry games.
Love and laughter extinguishes all flames!
In my heart god remains..
Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 9:22 AM UTC
They tell you, write it with emotion.
Write it like it’s a history you’ve seen -
Describe it in burning colors,
Making a tragedy of things unseen.
But then they criticize you, tell you
It’s too graphic - that there’s no way
That was your personal war.
They’d rather look away,
Than acknowledge that it was your everyday.
Jan 6, 2025
Jan 6, 2025 at 2:56 PM UTC
Imagine with me if you will
Not being able to imagine at all.
Trying but unable to tell
Why it is you feel so small.
It's hard to feel anything anymore
Voices shouting censorship and paranoia tumble over the walls of their abode and still like a broken record, refuse to admit their own shortcomings.
To never think of death, of guilt, of pain
They run ashamed and break the bridges that have crossed the empty pit, their concrete blown away, and why?
The roads of healthy living are martyred
The smiles of love are blotted out for the dark recesses privy to the wretches in their holes hiding from insight.
Imagine with me if you will, but Don't pretend it's not actually happening.
Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 2:23 PM UTC
I remove your words from myself-
And in doing so,I create and rediscover my own sentences and paragraphs,
My soul a novel free of your lies,
With much more meaning than mere repetition.
Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 5:14 PM UTC
In angel training we had an app…
a mantra… koan-kinda thingy doo
mathematical as hell and **** turning to asterisks
via iIiantelligent sorting, artfully done, for fun
in 2019 social mediumsaxin' all deniro
is who human?
A sort rant on the worth of living
right. Like a cog ona wheel in a wheel…
An I'll go all-gonwritmic see-quence be
gun, go-ho word's
heir of airborn ranger danger
war minded old man
traits- message
messenger
sent
Sorting by likeness to true blue,
in Tengri- iteration of waiting-is
come and see
If, one sure
must not ignor rule, exists,
it may be this, here, my realm
life goes on until you quit functioning
automatical-ish, like magic
the words appear and
you're not, dear reader, near if
it seems
I'm right
enough
alone, or not.
life goes on.
Right. Otherwise, it doesn't. And we
are idle words affecting
whether patterns in
random fandom of
AI whet-dreams, with an edge on
effectual stretchings of the old
imagineer's skin in the game.
Deep id, kid. You ever imagine war?
You can do that here,
it's a game. My side won.
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 10:22 PM UTC
i just don't think there is any metaphor,
i don't think i can censor or hide this
i don't want to die,
i just wish i never existed in the first place.
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 8:43 PM UTC
By cold logic you arrive,
not through panic nor insanity,
for they are something separate.
You recall those who witnessed,
through blinded eye the beginnings.
Those seemingly oblivious of your falling to this place,
and who could offer no sanctuary or escape.
In your mind the inaction testifies, of a value you no longer hold.
Not just in your place of open eyed awareness,
But also in their world of illusion,
where you no longer belong.
There are two pathways ahead.
But only one will each choose according to their need.
Emotional pain made into the physical
Or the ending of pain both felt and caused, both past and future.
At the beginning and in the intermediate,
the times when cries for help prevailed.
Not consciously shouted but through changes,
altered interaction with the world as it once was.
To those who bore witness to beginning and middle,
at this stage comes the "why?".
"I saw it"...."Why did I not see this outcome?".... "I knew",???
To those who have not been here,
There seems to be no logic,
They cannot see from where they stand the simple rationale.
So contrary and beyond sight
that only the tag of insanity gives explanation.
At the beginners guide just so the numbers who sought to read.
At the intermediate a lesser number could give an interest.
The despair of others an unwanted knowledge and the readings so reflect a reality best kept unvoiced... too disturbing to the ear.
And fewer now here... dear reader... eyes uneducated still asking why.... you few are too late to understanding and by now despair has been defeated.
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 5:04 AM UTC
"I think you
need to feel
this..." says intuition
"Can I censor it?
The movie seems
fine from my side"
says the heart
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 4:00 AM UTC
Calling out dead poets
as sexists or rapists or users
is the opposite of woke enlightenment.
The poet’s job is not to censor
his experiences or his madness
for sanitized comforts.
The poet’s truth is his gift
of insight, a naked wisdom
of hard love and difficult choices.
Narrow fools so often absorb
this sweat and blood poured onto the page.
After their souls are satisfied,
that’s when the fools unsheath
the long sword of ignorance
and ****** the blade square
in the poet’s back.
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 12:52 PM UTC
2.26.18
How beautiful it is to live,
our sentences no longer abridged by disclaimers,
our tongues not tied by fear -
our hearts not interjected with warning labels
for fear of our existence weighing too much
on the minds of others,
too heavy to comprehend;
Give me the heaviness in your soul
(it's alright, I can carry it),
speak freely with me;
do not censor the depth of your existence.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 11:24 PM UTC
If you don't like whats being said
don't listen
If you don't like what you see
don't look
If you're easily ass-hurt, over stupid
apply some sort of ointment
If you want to edit history
tear down statues, and appointments
If you want to censor art, and rights
be a politician
If you want to throw rocks and stones
you're better off, in prison
If you want to keep people down
join or goto church
If you want to tell me what to do
Keep
It
To
Your
Loathsome
Self,
And
Shove
It
Up
Your
***
Until
It Hurts....
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 10:32 AM UTC
You tell me nothing should ever keep me at bay
I should speak what’s on my mind
And yet you censor what I say
Conformists following their set way
Unabashedly blind
You tell me nothing should ever keep me at bay
Thoughts leaping through my head like a ballet
In an elaborate design
And yet you censor what I say
Follow the script “Hello” “Good day”
Nothing new and all will be fine
You tell me nothing should ever keep me at bay
My words are clay
Moldable, unconfined
And yet you censor what I say
This world goes by in shades of gray
My rainbow is maligned
You tell me nothing should ever keep me at bay
A̶n̶d̶ ̶y̶e̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶c̶e̶n̶s̶o̶r̶ ̶w̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶I̶ ̶s̶a̶y̶
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
This is an ode, to words.
All the ******* beautiful words in existence.
At the end of the day,
the words are all we've ****** got!
The words are what separate us from the animals!
The words are life! And they are also death.
That's why you gotta fight for 'em, man,
bleed for 'em.
At some point in your life, someones gonna tell you,
"Hey! You can't say that! That's wrong, indecent, inappropriate!"
And you'll have to tell them,
**** you man! They're my words. I'll say which ones I please. You won't censor me, mother ******
Oh they'll fight too, the ********
They'll try to bully and beat and bribe your words outta you!
They know the words have power, but so do you.
That's why you can never surrender.
You may die kicking and screaming but ******* it,
you'll have your words to the very end!
They say, "Actions speak louder than words."
I say ********
I say, "Words, are the inspiration for actions."
It is,
all.
about.
the words.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 2:16 AM UTC