#ideology
Even God doesn’t care about us.
No one does anything fair about us.
Shepherds and wolves do nothing forbidden—
Sheep have always been meant to be eaten.
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 11:40 AM UTC
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war games begin in the womb
give birth to infant espionage
your mother was a missile launcher
she fed you broken treatises
clothed you in a rhythm and blues fashion
you grew to hate the West
until you became their brand song
which was fine and dandy
until your career tanked
and so you fly towards the sun
believing death to be a rebirth
and not what it truly is...
water under the bridge
and water under the bridge
eventually rises
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Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 2:59 PM UTC
Perched precariously on a ledge,
staring off into the void,
your beliefs balanced on knife's edge,
and one tap sent them spiraling
all the way
to their
end.
And lying on your back,
in the light of reason's cold stare,
you cried to yourself,
and said this with a glare:
"Yeah right, libtard."
"Suck it up, buttercup."
"Such a snowflake."
"LMFAO, shut up."
And that outstretched hand
slowly drew back,
disgusted by this
toothless, spineless attack.
And now your body rests (alone)
in the darkness
of a cold canyon floor.
I wonder:
Do you miss life's warm touch?
Or do you love your shattered reality more?
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 12:57 AM UTC
no surprise we collide with the future
the great avenger invades our fiber
the old method of collapsing the future
still in the cards. how many cards are there?
the world a stage for mindlessness
ideology more powerful than reality
complexity will have a say in the tale of chaos
misread victimhood to put on a show
the tyranny of dark ideas uncontainable
number pi is missing from the formula but
penguins are resilient to shock therapy, lucky them
we'll hold our breath and see the world anew
no surprise we are inclined to run away from our contribution
to reality, a deeper wound is perhaps
the dark matter of history
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 4:27 PM UTC
Grab my hand, barge in my fantasy land
Freak me in, freaked out me
It's like a convergence of parallel realities
Combined to be the one
Sunny side up, Moony side comes
Pacing with different lengths
Crossing roads, holding hands.
It's a plus score, to match wavelengths
Scheming and unscheming
Unscrewing and ******** up the plans
Now it is out of controlled ideology
what becomes of we.
Jan 4, 2024
Jan 4, 2024 at 1:21 PM UTC
Due, the times
Arrival of a concerted friend
At the designated since, the basis of every crime
To be, a whole salvation of what ends
Keep, the times
Rue and divulgence to a rapid and just
Merit, the coping suggestion of what ides
Were, the note of atonement in fair, if not ought's must
Solemn, the times
Strange horizon's with a calling
Ably, the needs of another, shied
And true, sigh of curiosity, that has seen falling
Adage, the times
Sworn to better kind
Turns of repose, have the sense to shine
Well and could, the very order of what mind
Secret, the times
May to fore, the airing, a league with might
To know a callous sorts of claim, the history of why
We are that we are, the other side of what mercy might
Stars, the time
Worth neither whether willing nor would
Comparison needs the let, the better in a wishful lime
Tow and certainty to hold, a portrayal of hosts who could...
Mar 8, 2023
Mar 8, 2023 at 12:27 PM UTC
Space Case is not the advertisement for fear of losing yourself to the very darkness that is blanking out from normal reality and heading into a newer reality, (from which only your own psyche can fictitiously acknowledge, properly).
However way you spin the wonderous find of the gap in your own little sub-space (that is your own even tinier different types of psychological roundabouts...)
Nothing is truly centered in the very lucky situations, where each newly realized predicament isn’t as endearing as you'd first realize them to be.
Carrying out the struggle for the circumstance, that is one's own disembodied state, where such lucky situations...go completely dark!
Now, what's the first ideal of a space case.... Nothing more than what you haven't already knew from before you lost your very first contact with reality.
Since after all, your newly realized ideology is ("reality central") itself!
Things become slightly corrupt when reality central takes center stage, because you have no such management on this sort of (now newly put together source).
It's almost as if you've been entirely thrown into a newer source of energy, that only you and you alone, can bring yourself back out from, (via "your own little reality" itself).
And when your own psyche can once again, fictitiously acknowledge properly, then everything starts to take many tumbles (just so it can reorganize itself back into its original form). Coming directly from the very agreement from its own previous ideals and impressions upon a perspective that danced a little too much), when becoming stuck between two sources of familiar energy sources that signatures the very voice of concern, (or even a voice of caution).
Where everything starts to begin spiraling out of control!
But there's no chaotic tendencies, when consequences become the newer mortality rate...that this very circumstance provides the very presently disturbed predicament that still surrounds itself with such disbelief) over something so sudden, immediate, and radically unexpected!
But that's life, after all. And you can't control what goes on (outside of your own mind's eye). When you truly control what goes on from deep within the very inside itself.
Lastly, what goes around, comes straight on back around...when it truly becomes this scenario (upon many sequences after sequences) that enable you (once again), to hitch up a ride with the very sudden, immediate and radically unexpected realization of such a, well...
Let's pretend (for ONLY just a single moment, before it slips into its own dream sequence or improbable dreamscape, where nothing truly "healthy wise", comes back from that)?!
Which then delivers a type of pressure-free release into (the very such now incredible acknowledgement) of officially knowing that everything that had just built-up (over time) towards this very point in time...
Is nothing more than the ever-lasting, ever-increasingly and never-ending spectacle...of a simulation for "abrupt flaws"!
Because when it comes to such a slithering snake, that is a simulation for abrupt flaws....
Everything begins blurring out of sync!
Then begins distorting the very outside world, as if it was merely a mirage (without "self-acceptance" in itself)!
And when everything completely comes to the very turning point that is fusing together this perfect little bundle of "incomprehensible" joy.
This is when things collapse into a radically self-inducement scenario, where the "head case" (that you once were, on the outside world).
Now officially becomes the newly established Space Case! (Full of primary self-doting commands and actions that consequently, don't fit perfectly in the outside world.
When it was truthfully all about the head case that was meant to evolve into the space case all along.)
"Reality Central" is (as yet again), back up and running!
Begin your newer reality, my friends....
If you’re not already slipping back on into your own such fictitious beliefs again?
When you’re really not accepting the outside world for what it really is. (Except, that's blasphemy!
Only when you don't simply accept your own ideals from within your own heart.)
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 8:22 PM UTC
Desert dry-
Cracked and scarred,
Empty of feeling and life.
With nothing there to grow,
Life daren’t wander inside.
It is the rain,
That begins the roots for life,
It is the rain-
That washes off the scarring-
To show its lack of permanence.
When it pours from the heavens,
We know our world is pure.
So why not his heart?
Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 6:38 AM UTC
Darkness isn't to be feared,
It exists as the beginning,
As a reminder of all the potential,
Before you have done anything,
Before you open your eyes,
Before you take the first step,
The darkness is always there,
So get comfortable with it,
Because when you strike that first match,
When you flick that switch,
It is gone forever,
And all that is left,
Is the stark truth of reality.
Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 6:35 AM UTC
That feeling—
Night running between tree trunks,
Bark scraping your cheeks—
Before smashing face-first into:
Goosebumps,
Neck snapped,
The blood leaks,
That feeling is freedom—
Before you awake unfeeling your body,
Legs useless, mouth drooling dumb,
Welcome! You're one of us now,
The obedient numb.
I can! replaced by May I?
Physical stagnation, ornamental degradation
of the soul: the will dies always
Alone.
Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 6:28 PM UTC
an idea blows
across a global garden
cities shake like leaves
Sep 22, 2020
Sep 22, 2020 at 6:20 PM UTC
Mister Maxwell reads the paper
Of the party that he pays for
And with subtle nods agrees
With each printed word he reads
He knows all the phrases to say
About the topics of the day
And he's politically engaged
(Marching in manifestations)
And appropriately enraged
(By violence and discrimination)
To be a hero of society:
A once-born self that's ceased to be,
A real symptom of democracy!
A truly enlightened zombie!
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 9:14 AM UTC
We are naked when born
Choosing our place among forlorn ancestors
After death, a structured life denotes our span
Our modern thinking will not save the hunger pangs
For the meals are crisp, delightful as religious rites are
Born are we to serve our fathers
Who give everything to their fathers
Living a life of servitude
Never striding next to kings
What of the princes knowing no solicitude
We are only mere classmates
In a college of wisdom
Wizened by the plight of our teachers
To lead a nation or cure cancer
We are naked to ourselves, as we are simply accident-prone
If we linger on in this blue planet
Life most come to a tragic end
Where the followers of the chapel proceedings
Get the most out of this age-old tradition
Often divorcing logic from religion
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 1:46 PM UTC
When a creator’s ability meets an end,
And their fabled angelic muse is no longer a friend,
They look high and low,
Scouring through grass and dirt and sometimes even snow,
To bring back that gift
That left their life with an unimaginable rift.
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 3:49 PM UTC
When it flows- let it rush,
Resistance of the mind is futile,
No matter how hard we push,
And one should know that such is juvenile,
So let it be, to let one see,
And let thought be free,
It is how we- the form taken royally,
Will truly know what's inside,
When one knows- there is nothing to hide
Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 6:53 PM UTC
If you help one person out,
You won’t change the world,
But you will change their world.
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 5:48 PM UTC
The greatest fear that everyone possesses,
Is being Vulnerable around the wrong person.
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 3:06 PM UTC
I’m a man,
This much is a fact,
Yet I fret for my hair,
And I know I’m not alone.
I’m a man,
This much is a fact,
Yet I fear I’m too thin,
And I know I’m not alone.
I’m a man,
This much is a fact,
Yet I’m concerned I’m not muscular enough,
And I know I’m not alone.
I'm a man,
This much is a fact,
Yet I fear that I’m not manly enough,
And I know that I’m not alone.
I’m a man,
This much is a fact,
And I have my own insecurities projected from multiple sources,
And I know I’m not alone.
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 6:16 AM UTC
He cried,
Through the looks in his eyes,
He always had long sleeves down,
And was in a constant frown,
The police he told,
And their eyes rolled,
Now his children are in black,
Scared dad is not coming back,
But the mother is behind bars,
But it’s too late by far,
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 6:14 AM UTC
I wonder if war would be so frequent,
If those declaring such evil on another,
Had to face it head on,
Would presidents, ministers and chancellors,
Be more open to discussion,
If it were their leg that risks the landmine,
Their friends that fell to the I.E.D,
Their lives were the ones on the line,
Alas only a thought experiment,
Cowards tend to create conflict and flee,
Sending other to do their ***** work,
Then too afraid to look them in the eye,
The eye that saw unimaginable pain,
Unimaginable suffering,
Unimaginable evil,
Yet,
The world leader is the reason,
Those unimaginable things,
Still reflect in their eye.
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 6:13 AM UTC
The world is Jaded and Numb,
It takes work,
To stop it from Hollowing you.
Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 8:29 PM UTC
TV killed the Radio,
Internet killed the Love,
Impatience killed the Relationship,
Depression is just our Mourning
Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 8:28 PM UTC
People confronted her,
For living in the clouds,
But with a head full of dreams,
She ran her own world,
One which will never be seen.
Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 3:49 PM UTC
Love is a concept ineffable,
Some believe it’s like a roaring flame,
Others believe it’s more of a warm hug,
There are naysayers who believe it’s a capitalist lie,
Others devout to it.
Some people are serial monogamists,
And at the other end,
Those who fear being with only one person for life,
Some are lucky enough to go to sleep,
With Love being the last thing they see and feel,
And others are in Love across continents,
Love isn’t always physical intimacy of course,
Tungsten is strong but is it strong than a mother's Love?
You can Love your friends,
And Bacon Burgers,
So what is Love?
The short answer is;
I have no idea,
But as soon as you know....
...YOU KNOW
Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 8:25 AM UTC