#immoral
I saw the inevitable;
A generation destroyed
And I mourned the constellation
I cannot help but look down
At the immoral
And think
Are you not upset?
So I sit
On the galaxy’s edge
And watch the stars combust
Into the black holes
Of the neon dust
Gently it goes - the necessary, the predictable, the fatal
Jan 28, 2023
Jan 28, 2023 at 1:16 AM UTC
A fable lesson learned
After every immoral step I took
Something valuable I earned
As all the pages I have burned
Nothing I could undo...
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 11:34 AM UTC
When you hear the word cannibal
all you think of are immoral animals
Those who tear his own kin
apart, limb by limb.
Those who are consumed with the idea of gore
and once they have it, want more and more
When you witness the act of cannibalism
you think nothing of it, because it's an anomalism.
Because the more realistic example,
is us humans tearing each other into shambles
over vile words, wealth, and power.
Our foundations just run-down houses of lies we call a tower.
Then our leaders call these nocuous acts,
things that help our nation stay intact.
Our society is filled with immoral obsession,
hidden by smiles and good looks called deception.
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 6:25 PM UTC
She enters the room
A notorious hornblower
Preening to no one
In particular
Dress out of fashion
But the flesh is current
It seems cleavage
Is today's calling card
The bottom line
Is flanked by dimples
And other non-essentials
Her lonely livid *****
Seek boarders
But the sign outside
Claims no vacancy
Don't give in to the hype
She's nothing special
Go home to your wife
And learn to give
More often than you get
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 4:24 PM UTC
Do you see your purpose as accumulation of wealth?
Do you make such things your social standings health?
Is it what drives you and gives you all your worth?
Is it what you were told gave purpose so shortly after birth?
Do you live each moment trying to add another buck?
Were you taught when very young you cant rely on luck?
Do you seek more property to add comfort to your plight?
Do you check the market for profits won throughout the night?
Do you count and tally all the notes that you can hold?
Do you calculate all you've traded, paid for, bought or sold?
Do you know the faces on every type of bill?
Is the pile getting ever higher and climbing higher still?
Do you make money from the lowly when they are forced to fight?
Do you really call this purpose and see it as your right?
Is your life for paper with a slogan proclaiming "In God We Trust"
I'm not alone in praying, one day God will send you bust.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 9:16 AM UTC
Here is where it finally comes unglued
Darkness of our souls take control
Hear the words you're throwing my way
I have none of my own to console
Today could be our final meeting
Very last blow we each land
Just don't know how to try any longer
Do not expect you to understand
Confusion splayed across your face
Am I supposed to explain?
What do I say to make you comprehend?
Or are my efforts in vain?
I exhaust myself running laps
Trails encircling your decided disease
In front of you is a detailed map
You choose to stay down on your knees
Your heart has chilled to the core
Steps stolen, immoral, and misdirected
Lights inside eyes don't shine anymore
I have nothing but memories collected
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 11:02 PM UTC
you are a lab rat,
dancing in their labs,
through you they *** to conclusions.
You turn them from ***** to holy,
Every morning they turn saint.
It's sad how you have turned a naked god,
Cleaning possessed men.
Immoral lab experiments
Men are tresh.
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 4:48 AM UTC
How can you enjoy playing that PlayStation 4?
You stole it from Best Buy, it's not yours.
That PS4 doesn't rightfully belong to you.
Stealing it was lousy and a criminal thing to do.
You sit there and play it and you feel no shame.
How can you get pleasure from playing that game?
I hate to be a snitch, but I'm going to turn you in.
If you go to jail, maybe you won't steal again.
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
Dead soldiers, lined up in a row,
Short history, how many more to go?
Dead sailors, some of them in an alley
Not sailing anywhere anymore are they?
Dead airmen, and also dead marines.
What if we’d been where they’ve been?
Men and women, fathers and mothers
We are burying our sisters and brothers.
Hut, two, three, four,
What the hell are we fighting for?
Five, six, seven, eight!
I’ll go to heaven if it’s not too late!
Dead soldiers, not just bottles of beer;
More come back home dead every year.
Used people, we let them get thrown away
By listening to what rich crooks had to say
Their empty promises were all about glory
But remember, most of that word spells gory.
Expendables, in the Big Game of profit.
The proceeds, none of them ever got it.
Hut, two, three, four,
What the hell are we fighting for?
Five, six, seven, eight!
I’ll go to heaven if it’s not too late!
Salute and makes parades, of course
And pin the cheap medals on a corpse,
A kid under orders to invade and ****
Hoping leaders wake, but they never will.
The politicians get rich in office when
They sing patriotic war songs again.
Someday we all can stop all the killing
If love, providence and all gods are willing.
Hut, two, three, four,
What the hell are we fighting for?
Five, six, seven, eight!
I’ll go to heaven if it’s not too late!
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 6:50 PM UTC
Is it
immoral of me
or just mortal of me,
that i want you
more than the heavens . . .
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 1:08 AM UTC
You gave us angels and demons
And no lessons on fighting evil
Except for us to pray
The demons away
And put angels please
On our Christmas trees.
You designed specious poetry
And insisted it was truth.
You corrupted our youth
With jealousy and hate
By teaching us natural
Was simply not natural.
You dressed in golden cloth
And in disgusting holy sloth,
You designed palaces
And bejeweled chalices
As you grew roley-poley
Then declared yourself holy.
You set up rules of sanctity
That you, in your insanity
Could never live up to
Not even come close to,
Because your image was not
Like the rules we have got.
A confidence game by scamsters
Who only want to be masters
Of a race of the gullible
And socially malleable.
Your morals are a mystery
Since the beginning of history.
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 1:38 PM UTC
No man has and will ever earn
Orientation to immorality and things that're wrong
May be he sees self as the wisest of all
Earns the most, makes the main calls
And/or he may be a well built handsome hunk
Neither of these nor any other qualities give him a nod, to
Stare at others, break their esteem for the world.
No man has and will ever earn, the right to
Objectify another for the mere sense of fun.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 7:36 AM UTC
Addiction offers so many
Glamorous ways to die.
It’s total wonder to me
Why everyone doesn’t try.
You can get almost all of the
Diseases known to man.
No other kind of dissolution
Gives what addiction can.
There’s diabetes, and then gout
And pancreatitis too.
All these devastating kinds
Of hell are there for you.
You lose your toes and hands
And maybe you go blind
Or maybe your very guts
Begin to commit inner crimes.
You lose all morality
And rob those you love.
You hold the drug you take
About fifty miles above
Any care or real concern
For those you may destroy.
You become a liar and a thief
Just a typical growing boy.
Nobody trusts, they run away
And leave you to suffer alone.
Life then turns itself into
Your personal Twilight Zone.
Suddenly your companions are
Just as ********* as you.
You are the lowlife you ridiculed
Back a just year or two.
So go right on calling it
That drinking game you do;
Partying and social stuff
Until you know you are through.
That may not be until they throw
The dirt over your casket.
For now, have fun on your trip
To hell in a hand basket.
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 6:18 PM UTC
I still see her face
But I cannot place her laugh
Or the smell of her comfort
Her voice has escaped my ears
I lost the picture of her talking
But I remember her touch
I remember how she made me feel:
Safe, protected, and tranquil
Loved and no longer alone
I remember how she understood my madness
And she took on the burden of hell with me
I cannot imagine her sitting in front of me
But I still see her soul and heart crystal clear
That is what I fell in love with
Even though the world screamed it an abomination
I regret never telling her all this
But the world has already banned our interactions
But I will never forget my love and your heart
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 2:22 PM UTC
If you were my little girl
I'd show you how to be loved so good
He doesn't treat you right
He won't ever love you like I could.
I know you're young little girl
Only 16 years old
With the scars on your wrist and deeper wounds on your soul.
He made you grow up too fast, ****** up your past
Left just as soon as you needed him
But now you're mine little girl
Take my hand let me into your world
I'll fill your void of daddy issues
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC
There blew winds of change,
Immoral they made me forget,
Forget the pure form of love.
Entwined around this heart,
The dreadful poisonous creeper,
How they **** all life inside.
Perhaps you misunderstood,
Blaming someone else I am not,
Because I was the gardener.
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 9:45 AM UTC
offense may be caused so look away now
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still here? OK then
I am both ****
and philanderer, in word and deed
I once found Jesus
just so that I might **** a girl
lucky that my hypocrisy was perishable
I still smell of that earlier me than you might remember
when I was filthy in my wishfulness
the sharp torture of a tissued sceptre
left me embarrassed in a honey dipped daydream
where factional contributions turned wine into water
and revenants convened before the solvent sunset
of my eccentric heartbeat
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC
A trip to sinful means,
I have traveled down insanity's path
A mist induced path of my ****** mind
drowned out by the mental inferior pictures of life
Pictures that are stuck in time,
A moment, a place, a breathe and a soul
A soul captured by a quick shutter and stolen
Taken from the filth of my ****** visions
My own visions of lust and desire, Stop it!!
This is my ****** up trip of unraveled morality
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 7:25 PM UTC
Senses smothered in filth,
wails in repugnance,
isolated from immoral.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 5:25 AM UTC
I know a girl
Who told me once...
You're alive now?
Then you're the luckiest *******
Make it count.
Only death can stop you.
It can't your spirit.
If you make every **** second count, Your spirit will become immortal
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC