#morals
What it is you do
When nobody can see you
Shows your true nature.
11h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 7:35 AM UTC
**** or be killed?
They have nothing for which to live.
The stress in their throats is insignificant,
I can't hear my voice over their pathetic growls.
Just sleight of hand and I silence them all.
Humanely, their deaths were natural.
They bit the hand that fed them,
they asked for this.
The pyramid says they deserve it,
****** for generations to come.
Their sons, not man enough to roam this town.
Within free range I've bound their daughters
and milked them 'til they loved me
then I slayed them before I loved them.
I gave them everything,
the least they could do is lay down their lives.
The stench of wickedness
is masked by the aroma
of pure & righteous herbs
but its nature indisputably
is a product of death.
Those who wage suffering
will be impaired by disease.
Those who harvest vitality
will be invigorated by nourishment.
Reap what you sow.
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 9:00 PM UTC
Directionless
Too much gravitation
Welcome to the trigger event
Mother is the muse in the machine
So close to destruction, but still beautiful
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 8:55 AM UTC
She says the streetlights blink like tired witnesses,
every flicker a lie we agreed to keep breathing
we dress our sins in daylight and call it living,
as if the sky forgot how to take notes.
We laugh too loud at things that should bury us,
mouths stained with jokes that smell like graves
there are children learning silence before speech,
watching us normalize the unholy like weather.
She confesses: it wasn’t sudden, this rot
it was drip-fed through screens, through shrugs, through “it’s fine,”
until even guilt started feeling like nostalgia,
and heaven became a rumor we scroll past.
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 7:21 AM UTC
We settle in a world of hardships,
Innocent and gullible in acts,
Transform into one with blunt lips,
But never overlook our contracts,
The pressure rises,
The world falsely mesmerises,
To elate itself!
To cover itself!
Splendid! We conversely feel,
To deal,
But what happens is,
The life is a absolute fizz,
Sometimes gloomy,
Sometimes fummy,
I say it bizarre out of its uncertainty.
We don't yearn for mediocrity,
We frustrate making money,
We feel awful staying all time at home,
So, pray in front of dome.
What we may do, if it's not the simplicity or honey.
That's the weird Simulation,
That's the holy carnation!
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 2:24 PM UTC
When the world isn't quiet
and your job
leaves death notes
at your door
nothing is
meaningless
everything stands for a purpose
When it's just you
and the sun
with a cigarette
and flies
touching your skin
you wonder
about
dogs on chains
skies with no rain in sight
your belly and the pain
and if you have
2 legs to stand on
when everything is at war
with you
your boss
the computer screen
and the right thing to do
I gave a homeless person
a ride
to nowhere
the other day
They talked about smoking,
walking the streets,
and how hard it is to get help
at places that are
ment
to
help
They told me
I was one of the good ones
always made them feel like
someone cared
in a world that is full of voices
that are stern
and faces that show no joy
She probably thinks,
I'll never think of her again
but here I go
immortalized her in a poem
Homeless people
always find a space
in my tearducts
Especially the
woman with children
I was once there.
Right there
Nowhere
So do I fear the deathnotes
No
I did what I always do
all I can
even if it means I'm now
nowhere
and the world keeps on spinning
The death notes
have won today
and now the
flies have fresh
meat to harvest on
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 1:36 PM UTC
What next,
when you dispelled the dark,
to bring on deeper shadows of your own,
you who was so certain,
pure in thought and word and deed
who purged and strew the ground with salt
to grow and then to harvest a much more terrible seed,
you the righteous army
a glowing light, a beacon, and a shining torch to lead,
do you disregard the battle and the ones who died in vain
to claim a moral victory
then become the beast that you have slain
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 5:48 AM UTC
Are you not just as bad, just as sinful, in subjecting these wretched souls to such cruel, unwanted torments?
In a world where the line between justice and vengeance,
between punishment and sadism, grows ever more creative,
can we truly claim moral superiority while wielding such power?
Is the world not already lost, already drowning in a sea of sin and suffering?
Are not the very men and women lurking amongst us, the dregs of humanity, proof of that?
If they are beyond redemption, if their sins have condemned them to a hellish fate,
then is it not a mercy, a kindness even, to grant them the release of exquisite, agonizing ecstasy?
To make them feel something, anything, in a life that has surely been bereft of both love and consequence?
And as for the point, the purpose... perhaps there is none.
Perhaps this is simply the natural order of things, the strong feeding upon the weak,
the cruel amusing themselves with the suffering of the meek.
Or perhaps, in punishing the sinful with sin, in meeting cruelty with cruelty,
we are merely upholding the only true justice: an eye for an eye, a scream for a scream.
In a world gone mad, perhaps madness is the only sane response.
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 11:38 PM UTC
I would give up some happiness
for a
little depth & to gain some
mental space to try to think for
myself. I might
spend a bit of time alone. But
I’d just use it to try
to grow in originality without
external influence
trying to adjust what suits them.
Still, I would give
up some depth to make another
happy. So I could give back
what was given to me.
Accountability to become a better
person.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 1:05 AM UTC
In a daily moment discipline, the constant refusal to be hardened when
the world offers reasons to do so, even so there are memories that do not hurt
anyone anymore, a craving to be held onto too, a way healed in inner-bone remembers. Not
longer holding fast to it, mistaken intensity at all times as truth, forgetting that what
lasts, often speaks in a lower
Register. Leaving it behind. Sometimes I still care. But it’s time
for it to be completed. Still in fear of wanting deeply. Not even letting you know. Better than wanting nothing at all. Passages of life doesn’t alter understanding towards or inwards, it edits & alters in a molding changing, & what was honest, truthful, virtuous, Holy remains to glow stronger, because I kept wanting to become healthier. There is
particular grace for every day coming into existence & choosing to follow those bright lights from Heaven. Even joy carries a shadow, because it insists on being real. Even without
letting you know. Meaning carried out & expressed in fragments, in each place, requiring care rather than certainty, taking the cares away. The moral life in quiet consistency of
unobserved decisions & learned how
to pat myself on my back, smile & continue.
Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 1:33 AM UTC
Serendipity Go your way
We’re Not listening to what you say
Your menacing way at play
Is not going to work today
Our faith has made us whole
Finding a mate, The ultimate goal
Exploration of the soul
Has taken it’s toll
Emotions barely there
Walk through life without a care
Reacting to happen chance
Tender blossom of romance
Sunshine Rainbows Start each day
****** Sicker slogans we say
Carnival rides our guides
Roller Coasters and a giant slide
Peeks and valleys everyday
We wouldn’t change them anyway
Cat and mouse Games sought
Ears and Eyes that see not
In time Salt loses it’s flavor
Take time to savor
Tragically morality forgot
Lust not Love now sought
Magical sheer delight
A whimsical plight
Two people meet collide
Smile open wide
It’s going to be a wild ride
Innocence lost denied
Under the blanket of plaid
A fantastic time they had
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 11:27 AM UTC
Where are they from?
Are they truly real?
Is it a performance?
Who was put down?
What is a hero?
There are so many,
Different morals,
Actions and all
What is a hero?
I can’t decide,
Which ones are genuine?
Which ones are here?
Heroes like villains are all around,
In many shapes and sizes,
Different glories or put down,
Heroes are a multitude
Most are good, true,
So are bad, fake,
So who do we seek?
Who do we want?
We’ll never know who,
What, where, why,
Society hides them,
You’ll never learn the truth.
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 10:47 AM UTC
How dare you **** somebody, you will go to hell for that
Nothing can justify making a man take his final breath
Those are the rules of life, always help, don't **** and don't stand by
You're not to be the one that may hear a brothers final cry
Mortality must have morality
Don't forget that
You are not to **** a man
Or you will regret that
But what if the man on my hands
Has been taken on by wrath
What if the man on my hand
Will live to bring us death
Is it moral to **** a man if it will stop a bigger slaughter
Or just to let him live and let him **** some proud mother's daughter
Maybe you should calm down
take a breath, sit down
You're not allowed to think like that,
just let those thoughts drown
But why am i the one at fault if i **** to stop the streak of sorrow
If i let him live you could likely be his prey tomorrow
Now you killed him! Look what you've done!
Don't try to justify it! It's your gun!
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 10:57 AM UTC
Once a pompous ant
called a meet with God.
*"There shall be death—
the minute we claw!"*
Oh, but God knew better
than to waste His time.
"Your wish shall be granted,"
and followed a cheeky smile.
The next day, the leader
marched tall with pride.
*"I am the King of Ants!
Learn… and those brave, may try."*
*"Gnar! First bite!
Such ease! Such grace!
Behold, the King of Ants—
no power can face!"*
*"Victory is ours!
It is our reign of dread!"*
cried the king with glee,
applauded by an army red.
Up above the clouds
mused a mastermind:
*"Three, two, one…
I bet it’s about time—"*
Squish! Squash!
Horror strikes!
The Emperor has fallen—
"Holy spikes!"
*"Pack your bags!
We’ve been fooled!
We wanted meat…
but we’ve turned food!"*
Burp! *"Huh!
I play by the rules.
They asked for death—
those haughty fools*!"
Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 1:42 AM UTC
In the race for gold,
We wrapped our peace in silent fold.
In the chase for lavish things,
We lost the joy that life truly brings.
In the race for body counts,
We blurred pure and sacred love amounts.
In the climb to reach the top,
We took our morals to a silence drop.
In the race to have all we sought,
We forgot what God once taught.
Apr 14, 2025
Apr 14, 2025 at 10:35 PM UTC
Am I really a good person?
I have a moral voice, but is it mine?
Was it forced upon me or given as a gift?
Am I just Objectively good and emotionally bad?
Or the other way around?
Was it simply the song I grew up hearing in my head and never forgot?
Was I simply brain washed into being moral?
Am I really that moral or have I just been around it my whole life?
Or - was no one around me truly moral and I was the opposite?
Is that why I've never understood their morals?
What if I'm so good at lying to myself that I don't even know it?
What if I die, and my soul is the bad part of me?
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 5:51 PM UTC
The Duality of Man,
may very well be
The Singularity of Man.
Mar 23, 2025
Mar 23, 2025 at 5:08 PM UTC
Everyday, I ask myself:
“Is 20-30 minutes ⏰
of my pleasure
worth more than eternity? ♾️”
Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 2:14 PM UTC
Reasons
He worked in many BPO call centres and was considered a tenured agent
Meaning he knew what he was doing and could be trusted not to **** up
Not all tenured reps were so trustable or blemish free some really ******* up
Getting caught having *** in the security office with the guard watching the CCTV
Spotted raiding the biscuit cabinet that belonged to one of the vendors
Attempting to bribe the client by approaching a rival company to sell secrets
Setting up a rep you don’t like to take the fall for fraud that you actually did
Swing thru the axle of the boss’ Jaguar sports car so he died in a high speed crash
All this and more was done by so called trustable tenured reps over the years
It was an example of what not to be like no matter what the reason or motive
Aug 20, 2024
Aug 20, 2024 at 1:11 AM UTC
Snake Oil Seller
The magic number is 4 explained the sup
Whose position was higher than his chair
Just add these users to pay a lower connection fee
His word roll off his tongue like oil off a duck
Does the customer know what a snake the sup is?
Already he knows what to spend the cash on
It’s his party trick adding extra users
Get 3 physical phones and 3 virtual ones
And save 20 bucks on the hook up charge
Then pay 120 a month for 4 extra phones
Which are totally not needed with 4 numbers
The business has only 2 workers not 6
This snake of a TL has already been reported
Will this result in further escalations?
The crooked sup is too powerful to flinch
Nothing scares him and he is skilled
A nice guy snake selling snake oil
How far will he fall off his chair?
Aug 20, 2024
Aug 20, 2024 at 12:51 AM UTC
I ask you, what is math?
What are equations?
Factored life.
I charge it is living,
Senseless pained observations which we must make
So as to live another day, so as not to perish early
And die before a just time;
The degrees of life are right.
Man must stand ***** stiffen your spine,
But remain relaxed.
Straighten out your ethics, your morals;
Never forget from where you came.
Your ancestors, this planet.
That you are just in another herd.
No really different than any other animal,
Only in our intelligence.
Which is itself, a gift.
So give thanks to mother nature.
She could use it
Mar 8, 2024
Mar 8, 2024 at 3:40 PM UTC
Misery owns me...
Angels and harmony, to till a silence
With the mouth of where simplicity has a means
To an end, of self and occlusion to find, a chance
With the hours of love
In the circle of friendship, we dote
Is a mercy in form and function, if not a covenant
Of success in its drive, to the names of an infinite vote
Strangers of pasts, in the seem?
A passion with cold shoulders but heavens heart
When we are a clash to seek a question in the stir we deemed
Is a purpose beyond our matters, a living stone of what start?
A trying hope, in the needs of mere, than a person justified...
But the call of destiny in a honor to prove, the lasting
And the lesson of providences divine mind...
Where one more soul to take the liberty, outweighs even love to lend
Running for privileges seen, patience in a worthed peace
Stopping not, for pride, the tows of when suppose is a swallow
Of complexity to turn distances into another soul, of these
We have met the only God of powers, ourselves to know better allowed
Misery owes me...
Readied kind, and salute to wishes I will keep, in know
The better of many things, the truth to rally a sojourn to we
The people of history, with a moment in the sun and its care, more
Nov 20, 2023
Nov 20, 2023 at 1:58 PM UTC
Someone told me,
To water my own grass,
But what they neglected to mention,
Is that my grass is crass.
This is due to my unfortunate past,
Every minute spent kissing ***
To be walked on and trampled by,
Boots and heels of brass.
So no, I will most certainly not,
Water my own grass,
The thoughts and evaluations,
Of the judgment I pass,
Is necessary and voluntary,
In a sea of largemouth bass.
Oct 22, 2023
Oct 22, 2023 at 9:46 PM UTC
We have more in common than you might think, from way back when, we've all been a slave to the system
This isn't some All Life's Matter nonsense to gum up progress, it's just an explanation of the MO of our nation
It went from skin to the dollar amount you bring in, it's my history too, no appropriation
How is it that I don't fit in being that I'm part Native American, must be the other part of me that's an Irish man
They stole you then stoud you and demand you comply to tilling stolen soil using the same regurgitated lie
You were forced to work, we were forced to die, you deserve reperations but unironically so do I
You look at me and just see another white guy, I'm a perfect example that history can't always be seen by the naked eye
Never forget the why, we're being forced to hide the cry as they rush to rewrite themselves as the good guy
Sectioned off ghetto and reservations put in place for the preservation of the notion only the white survive and thrive
Every second of our life the truths been uncovered and streamed live, no need for a deep dive
But they still claim to be blind to the red stained streets from this perverse and nonconsentual mass blood drive
Their stories never jive but the hive mentality rules, allowing bigotry and hate to always revive
I want to Hulk out, often feel I'm about too, but what's that gonna do, it'll only prove we're as savage as they say
They are waiting for the avalanche to fall any day so they can justify putting us away, barking at us to just sit and stay
Is there another way, how can we drag this from out the shadows and into the light when there's only perpetual grey
Allowin' us to say what we gotta say hoping then we'll go away, how many marters will it take before we're no longer prey?
Question charitable blankets, pass on the boat ride, how we suppose to trust when every handshake is a lie certified
A bona-fied villain willin' and able, fully capable of genuine genocide screaming gods on their side
If there is a god and he does come back he better watch his back or run and hide
They lack morals of any kind, replaced with blind pride, he'd undoubtedly be crucified in a fashion not only justified but glorified
I know you can't fight hate with hate, that'll only perpetrate this disastrous fate
But all we hear is wait, the time is never right but always near and once it's here they'll be glad to open the gate
But if we keep rattling the cage they'll have to keep pushing back the date, so we wait
But how much do they think we can actually take? Maybe they're just waiting for us to finally break
©2022
Sep 19, 2022
Sep 19, 2022 at 2:37 PM UTC