#population
early
cold autumn morning air
both from the cities night of cooling
and my own stagnation
i have a chemical nervousness
this heave a twisted stomach
scents of stale cheese breads
being reheated
and a hint
of vacuum cleaner hose
then
the dawning of the demic sprawl
splays its density
and it's a new me
in villainy
with the array
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 12:08 PM UTC
trot it all out two tottering opposites
duelling sets of things we ought think
two angers we must take like a ***** draught
and we are distractible
one feeding of fear to link us all
and we are made quite yielding
i feel willing now to rush upon death just to get the it over with
and the dragons can take the hoard
and disable its currency
a real species stopper
well done
Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 10:28 AM UTC
the sky is sopping up
smears of weather from the city day
filling out darkly
the portly host of the eve ushers us into warm dens
nature starts the night shift
it appraises
this night is rat dog recovering from urban filth
rolling in grass dew and spoil
the tainting of the air is contributed to from abroad
migration of contraband fumes (forest fires out west)
and the heat raises
too populated to hold a proper witching hour
the night in shifts
any slumber has its quality watered down
the constant street activity
weeping sunrise nights excuses stopper inebriation rests
arrested blight morning light and everything about
your crushable body smiles naked things
i roll over to face the uncurtained window
hunch out of bed and stilt my way
to support my self at the sill
overcast with an invasive muffle of smog
members of the bright-time pooling for occupation
do not remember the night
it's simply poor sleep
Jun 9, 2024
Jun 9, 2024 at 8:04 PM UTC
draking death features and tones
no lust lost
in oceans we toss
man only of our presence to be
included rudely
at the suggestion of the wet nurse
thirsty in linen
uniform beds her words
nourish
long as ever is
in the business of breath
methods of incubation
amorated swells in the pattern
batten the flourish of our human ilk
for the journey would calm
our raving losses
and punctuations of breeding
Oct 23, 2022
Oct 23, 2022 at 10:10 PM UTC
marrying and given in marriage
wickedness breeds greater wickedness
each generation stinkier than the last
and every child born a greater evil
the scattered righteous are few and hated
overwhelmed and drowning in deep sea
sparing the unborn from sorrows and griefs
gifted with the Comforter for courage and help
time is shortened for their sake
in half a time shall they be rescued
in three days and not a week
and in a week and not a year
buds have blossomed and harvest’s not delayed
we mined the Moon and harnessed the Sun
decay’s stench unmistakable but blindly persuaded
as freedom’s necessary aroma, even sacred
the wicked disintegrate where they stand
in utter terror and panic slay one another
earth terraformed in a day without end
and buying and selling cease
Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 3:47 AM UTC
Notre être, à l’incipit, apparaît minuscule
Puis se développe notre histoire jusqu’à son crépuscule
Une existence imaginée comme un cycle par quelques têtus
Constituée d’un début, d’une suite d’intrigues, et d’une fin, avant de nous voir repus
La partie la plus longue est communément appelée la vie
Selon le contexte certaines dérangent et d’autres donnent envie
Certaines sont accompagnées de louanges et d’autres de mépris
D’échecs qui démangent, et de réussites anodines qu’on oublie
Est-il raisonnable de se comparer et de se sentir misérable ?
Alors qu’en creusant un peu on trouverait facilement quelque chose de louable
Quelque chose que l’on a accompli pour aider une personne
Peu importe la teneur de l’effort, l’essentiel est que l’on donne
De sa personne, de son temps, de son pécule
Apportant ainsi un instant de joie, un sourire, en somme rien de ridicule
A quelqu’un dans le besoin, en détresse, ou se sentant inutile
Tel une montre suisse à laquelle il manquerait une pile
En oubliant que nous faisons tous partie d’un seul et même écosystème
Que la mort du phytoplancton* entraînerait l’extinction de la race humaine
Dans une époque où il semblerait que la réussite se mesure à la hauteur de ce qui est ou peut être consommé,
J’estime que nous sommes tous importants et avons tous une valeur
Inestimable, tout en étant palpable et faisant preuve de splendeur
Et qui ne se restreint pas seulement à quelques possessions futiles et prochainement démodées
Pauvreté et richesse se retrouvent souvent en cohabitation
Quelques âmes en peine et perdues rêvent de jouir un jour de la possibilité de posséder un avion
Alors qu’il est possible de voler et de voyager rien qu’avec de l’imagination
Que courir, c’est voler entre deux foulées, voler par intermittence
Que penser c’est voyager et contempler des pensées, sans avoir besoin de prendre des vacances
Il est possible de créer et d’exister via la culture d’une passion
Permettant la naissance d’un bien commun
Un bien immatériel ou non, portant un amour inconsidéré en son sein
Non par hasard mais par dessein.
« Au milieu des choses », on se retrouve parachuté
Dans un monde, une société qu’il est pénible de changer
Mais l’histoire française nous a montré
Qu’en nous y mettant tous ensemble rien ne pourra nous résister.
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 7:35 AM UTC
A living pinnacle of our modern living,
born in a body and transmitting after death
returning to the spheres of population forming
cycles of life and death!
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 3:10 PM UTC
Persuaded in masses
To control the population
We’re all a predicament
Of the same situation
Born into captivity
To think that we’re free
Living through eyes
That are too blind to see
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 11:44 AM UTC
when the people are rotten
fear yields more fruit than love
but to rule with fist and fear
is to become rotten inside
thus both ruler and populace
rot as one
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 6:34 PM UTC
What’s wrong with the Big Pharma?
Controlling governments
Ruthlessly consolidate
The elite
Who are able to afford
Basic health care.
Severe side effects
Detrimental to our health and wellbeing.
Taking painkillers
Has caused an epidemic
That’s part of a sinister plan
To squeeze yet more profit
Out of a system designed to
Keep human beings chronically unhealthy.
Vaccines too often have had the opposite effect,
Exponentially increasing illness,
Causing irreversible damage,
And even taking lives of our sick brotherhood.
Population suspect that it is now
Being used as a weapon of mass destruction
To effectively depopulate the earth.
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 8:50 AM UTC
"Sleep when you're dead",
"Oh come on, liven up",
"What?? Nooo, please come",
"One two three drink!!",
"Snap out of it!",
"What's wrong this time??",
These and more, are phrases used by you "normal" people, in a ploy to entrance us very special, very unique, very very awesome people who have a condition known as depression.....
We'll sleep when we want to,
We'll liven up when our brain chemicals allow us to,
We'll come along when, or if we have the confidence to,
Don't.. Don't ever tell us to do that,
And, what's wrong?, if you knew us at ALL, you'd refrain from asking that question!,
Think on normals, we have feelings ya know!
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 3:12 PM UTC
Perpetual occupation. Thoughts o’Disgust.
A path into oblivion. Who can we trust?
5% of the world population.
20%, prison population.
More thoughts. More of disgust. Despair. Hope? Less.
And less! Each day I think I forget. Its there.
Orange TV show personality.
As the leader of the free world?! What kind
of world is that? What am I supposed t’think?
Oh right. Because he’s free to tweet trash, garbage,
putridness, calling everyone out other than himself,
calling people dogs? That’s freedom. No thank you.
In the meantime, go fix your ******* self!
Before you try to fix everyone else.
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 7:43 PM UTC
It's always a criminal time to fight/
To fizz away our furies and our fears
in violent interactions within 'The Warrior Play'/
To unite in bouts/
Put personalities in liberty/
Releases
to bring about the death reaction
Untangled in all this
Is an eye/
a void/
It paces and turns
forgetful and lost ;
a powerless ghost and a witness
to these mad spoilings and energy fits/
This pinball of the battlefield
is catalyst ;
The untouched spirit of the weapon-head/
a war chime
and the thirst of all of us 'soldiers'
- in pattern & in population
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
Pitter Patter
Along the ground
Sometimes silent
Sometimes deafening
They never stop
But when they do
Their life has been taken
Or they've stepped on you
Not too small
Not too big
Who do they belong to?
Do you know yet?
Ever heard an elephant stomp?
A mouse scratching along the floor?
These sounds radically different
Yet something we can't ignore
The question isn't the sound
But rather the footprint
As we all sport a unique one
But which one truly is the biggest?
Some would think, elephant
Probably not you though
Maybe even a dinosaur?
Don't let your mind overflow
It's as simple as you think
Most have already figured it out
Now go outside, take a heavy step
Make an imprint.
Is it all coming together?
It should have already
Us as humans
We're the most deadly
No matter how big it is
To the eye it's small
But we reign supreme here
On this earth, our home
Next time you see a print
Be it Dog, Cat, Lion, or Deer
The calendar lies
It's always our year.
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 12:09 AM UTC
Gone are the days, when by night, we would sleep on the trees
And by day, roam around, finding for eatables and wild berries,
We would then, swing from creepers to creepers, trees to trees,
Playing amongst, brothers and sisters, friends, and other families.
Our homes have been invaded, humans encroaching, day by day.
We have been driven out of our homes; we have no place to stay.
We now, no more, hunt for food, rather by the roadside, sit or lie
Ever patiently, waiting for foods, thrown from vehicles passing by.
They call us monkeys, but look who’s been monkey-ing?
No thoughts on where we’d live, simply occupying.
Cutting down trees, destroying our habitat,
We have no home, we can call our own; ain’t it bad?
Copyright © PS
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 5:48 AM UTC
**World population
7,438,850,998**
Just reminding!
In case someone feels
They
are
Or
Anyone
is
irreplaceable...
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 7:32 PM UTC
The weeds must be
purged,
for they smother the
potential
to let flowers grow.
For without it,
the earth suffocates,
And eventually even flowers
will lose their petals.
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 4:42 PM UTC