#policy
So far as I see things today,
You cannot have a policy
Centered on ambiguity
And expect people
To take you at your word!
Even take you as being serious!
Seriously, you guys! Seriously!
There's a monster on the way!
To borrow from an absurdist, comedic series.
Yet, the point was lost anyways!
Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 3:24 PM UTC
I mean, it's kinda funny
The punishment for life is the death penalty, that's literally the only true guarantee
Alterations void the warranty and there's no return policy, which I guess if fine honestly
But you can only rotate the tires so many times before it no longer matters
A crash will become eminent and just like the windshield, your future also shatters
No one's looking for a clock with a erratic tick and a broken tock
A polished **** advertised with a tiny sign as a shiny rock
Occasionally found screaming at nothing as frustration fills the body and muddies the mind
A full breakdown, stuck behind a roadblock, this time one of your own design
Trained by history to take every word heard with a pinch of salt
Cold and bitter, but is it by default?
Is it truly all my fault?
...why was I in such a hurry to be an adult...?
I'm gonna go make a fort and sort this all out
©2024
Mar 1, 2024
Mar 1, 2024 at 8:17 PM UTC
Let's talk honestly shall we?
It's easier to have a face to face with the devil
To communicate with the dead and summon evil
Draw a circle, scratch a pentagram in the middle
With a flame dancing on the peak of a candle
Flickering at the outmost tips of the symbol
Sandle wood incent lit, hit a gong or crash symbol
Then a little rhythmic hum to conclude the opening ritual
Pretty simple
The theatrical aspect varies culture to culture
But the critical structure, the essence, the flavor
The nature of "just call and I'll be there" is there
Let's be honest here, you don't get that with prayer
You'd have better luck with a comatose soothsayer
A blind palm reader, or and end of days sandwich board holder
The one on the corner screaming about unspeakable horror
Just think about it
What do you got to do to talk to your lord and savior?
Is his policy open door?
Does he have your back while going through your personal war?
You're trying to survive the unjust life he made and you're in store for
He just stands back and tallies the score
"IF YOU WEREN'T GOING TO HELP THEN WHAT WERE THE EXTRA SET OF FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND FOR?!?"
This is straight from his written lore, though purposely vague on what's real and what's a metaphor
What are the odds you're right?
He designed you to never be able to directly interact,
Explain that
It's a wildly overlooked fact
Infact,
It's what knocks his believability off track
You look at him and you go blind as a bat,
Why would he do that?
His voice will cause your ears to bleed if your head doesn't explode on first contact
He didn't have to design it like that!
The only answered prayers are those of musicians, athletes and the beautiful people who can act
The rest of us? Good luck Jack
If he hears your prayers then most of the times he's just like, "naw, fuuck that."
What's up with that?
Pretty convenient
©2024
Feb 3, 2024
Feb 3, 2024 at 7:14 PM UTC
They landed off from the air as dusts
Heated, threatened, and crown-caked dusts
Those natural winds loudly pronounced their name:
“Infectious diseases, we must **** you all!”
Children cheer to no school again.
Parents again remain home-stay
Daily test lines are occupied by humans, who
keep checking travel healthy kit status, as how
the weeds in the winds, as how humans who
bow their heads contribute to zero-covid strategies
November wind blows out two separate paths
An Oriental Lily is counting her tortoise walks
on slow determined feet. Happiness or sorrow
two contrasting emotions, he watches her
with glossy eyes inviting oriental Lily to join
his steady aim for contentment, pace of peace.
Nov 11, 2022
Nov 11, 2022 at 7:03 AM UTC
The staff members are the worst
they only do their job half way
spying on the chief
and each other, to blow with
the wind when it turns
They take care
of their career, what is good
for them is called good
for the cause, they hold on
and will spoil everything
Even if it's just hearsay
a good story is indestructible
It steals what you want to have
and you black-wash everyone who contradicts
to appear white yourself
while you are the first to cry
'Stop thief!'
with a passing side note
which amplifies the rumours
by contradicting them
Jun 28, 2022
Jun 28, 2022 at 2:04 AM UTC
AFRICA
I Pondered
What's African
Time.⌚
I came to
realization,
why Africa
is yet
lacking
behind.
Because
there's
no room for
orderliness.
So God
also use
African time
to answer us.
So sad 😔
What a pity
Africa! 😔
Are you
dead or slept
so deeply?
Wake up
now Africa!
Don't be
ignorant...
Alike the
other part of
the world
wake up!
Watch your
children and
their children
with their
children's
children dying.
Hearken now
where you're
laying. Picture
your brethren
growing,
extraordinarily
expanding.
Their
descendants
succeeding,
living happily.
Africa
don't be a
black sheep,
enough you
creep,
African got
to think deep.
Or else there
would be no
sleep
in your eye in
the nearest
future.
Because all
your
untrained kids
wouldn't let
you
rest upon
your peace.
Honesty is the best policies.
Train your child to be honest.
#c9_fm
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 4:18 PM UTC
Several times today, I stepped into stories
being presented as appeals for
belief because the teller says
this is what one of us knows, you must believe,
then know…
eh? I lift both brows, wrinkle my face,
quizzically,
and I recall knowing that in the universal truth,
there are bubbles of truths about stories,
told with idle words that fail to spark
the swallow reflex, too sweet…
ah, the family time at a theme park,
what is the theme
Apollo here, Isis there, Jesus, look, it is a ghost,
the Ghost of America as we wish it were,
we wish it were
we wish it
we wisht
weshit…
This is it. 2020. The real future.
Oct 20, 2020
Oct 20, 2020 at 7:33 PM UTC
Can you discuss this with me?
Is honesty anyone's best policy?
Here, truth is no one's friend,
Where does BS start and end?
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 2:33 PM UTC
I resist
the temptation
to become fond
of politicians
who entertain me
with clever lines
said with likeable energetic-charisma;
Instead,
I do my best
to evaluate
how a politician’s policy-proposals
will affect
the joy and happiness
of myself
and others in society.
Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 1:48 AM UTC
Diplomacy is the best policy.
Ever since the dawn of man we have waged wars to believe in a fallacy.
The future is sacred.
With diplomacy on each side we feel no longer naked.
Sit down discuss our thoughts.
Look we are heading towards the future, look what I brought.
Make trade talks with each other.
Please be my friend, be my brother.
Because without diplomacy the world will come to an end.
No more of us having a future, fun, or friend.
By backing each other into a corner what will we have?
Something that just rips me apart, makes me feel so bad.
No more people in love.
Just driving a stake through our hearts, no freedom like a dove.
History is bound to become true over and over again.
Without diplomacy how will we ever find ourselves again?
Please if you would spread the news.
If you do not believe; please take some time to look at today’s news.
With fair talk people seem to react.
No more of us fighting *** for tat.
Diplomacy gives nobody a raw deal.
People do not walk away empty handed for real.
Just give it a chance time and time again.
Write down your thoughts and express them as well as you can.
So practice like we all want to be.
A world where we can all sit at peace, and peaceful dreams become reality.
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 1:00 PM UTC
Cast your ballot for your party's running mates
Strange bedfellows in Roman
**** compromising positions
Straining to see what once was
Their original clear-cut goal
(Even the hot sands of the
Sahara becomes cold at night).
Tarred and feathered goes the ideals
Run out of town on a rail of policy.
Politics of law
Politics of religion
Politics on every level
No real friend’s only polite interests.
Party politics in the bedroom
Workplace
And church
Spinning ethics and morals
To be fit for desiccation
By whatever spider desires
To make their web in
Palace royal
Church pious
Courtroom solemn
Family room secure
Where only a sort of twisted gestalt
Applies and the lesser of two evils is
Often greater than the sum of the
Two--the package being more
Important than the contents.
All that
Is important is the law of the jungle.
Tone-up poser muscles
Groom rhetorical fur
Sharpen intimidation fangs
Demagogic rule being the rule of thumb
Firmly planted where the sun never
Shines because truth is exposed
Only in the light. Plans made in the
Nether regions of base instincts
Where the true nature
Of we humans reluctantly steps
Out of its ancient cage nightly to
Prowl only to return by morning to
Have pure and honourable melodies
Sooth the savage breast.
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 12:33 PM UTC
In
One two three
Out
One two three.
Oxygen isn't as important
As pretending it's fine.
I feel this weird shattering
In my chest
It's not depression
I'm sure,
It's the last of this
Little hardened iron shell
That I wrap around myself
Shattering utterly and entirely.
The rust and steel is
Falling apart
And I realize
You're about to see
The most vulnerable part of me
And I'm very
Very
Afraid.
Not of you
But of the shattering parts
Of me.
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 8:41 PM UTC
The thing is
The system don’t give
Two *****
If you did it
Quotas and budgets
Require them
To prosecute
Innocent men
Looking for numbers
Not trying to solve
The problems
They got all the power
And you wonder why
I am slightly unnerved by them
Justice is just an illusion
Suits and robes
Don’t make right
All that money
That goes to them
Now you know why
I question how they decide
What to do with my life
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 5:27 AM UTC
It's not
like the movies, or shows
the books and the novels.
hollywood's way of
cheesy gimmicks.
It's not
like the Hunger Games!
Where people are injected
with sweet venom of
credulous lies.
Where 2 tributes disappears.
Every year.
Because,
right now, right here,
we have more.
It is 2053.
Promises long gone.
Contracts expired and
conspiracy failed.
Betrayed.
Lied to.
Indoctrinated.
Abandoned.
Hands over heads.
We, at the mercy of
the Red Dragon.
His highness roams.
We, losing our grasps,
collapsing.
I dreamed a home of peace,
safe, with freedom.
But it crumpled into
a million pieces.
No more teases.
When they had won.
Some people fled.
Unbearable of
the roads, tainted red.
They got lucky.
But I'm just a fuming middle aged
worthless powerless whatshername.
Talk about pity.
"I'm young!"
But you'll grow old.
And I tell you of this.
I warn you of this!
Because I see it
so clearly,
so vividly,
in your eyes.
I see no future of us.
Just our minds twisted.
Blood and gore mixed
with all that we witnessed.
Just healthy looking robots.
Patriotic robots.
Who has forgotten
everything.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC