"abolishment" poems
Teasing the beast
Looking for a feast
Hounds barking at our ears
Vultures flying up ahead
Circling a bald eagle's fresh corpse
Compartmentalizing symptom after symptom
To hide the great systematic sickness
Labeling the suffering, outcome from desire
We, wholeheartedly accepting being
Appropriated, labeled, discarded
As construing our own oppression and sadness
Enduring the **** of our minds
Being castrated of our consciousness
Before we reap the products
Of its bold liberation and grandness
Its the belly of the beast
And its hungry
Insatiable, amoral entrails
Hoping to salvage a feast
From the casualties of d(e)moc(ratic) wars
Hoping we feed our monstrous fear
Thirsting for the greed
Dripping off of accumulating wealths
Impatiently waiting, we keep parceling out grudges
Disfiguring our minds, our souls, and our bodies
Its misanthropic nature lashes out without conscience
Knowing we'll never realize we are masses
Disappearing the individuals who realize their suffering
Ensuring there's no collective opposition or action
Trying to reassure we are weak
Knowing at some point or another
We all act mute, deaf, and blind when anyone experiences:
Oppression
Pain
Silencing
****
Hunger
Fear
Violence
Repression
Retaliation
Discrimination
Torture
Negation
Alienation
All forms of mental, psychological, physical, and spiritual mutilation
Fearing death more than fighting for necessary abolishment
Preferring to live out our veiled miseries
Endorsing their continuance
Instead of risking our lives for everyone's liberation
Always ensuring the feast of the beast
By its very efforts trying to decree our very human nature
Ingraining greed, fear, animosity, and weakness as if inherent of us
All parts of its most damaging weapon: the seed of discord
Its implantation, a socialized deep desire for self-preservation
Sheep bleating painfully toward our ears
Vultures flying up ahead
Circling a bald eagle's fresh corpse
Signifying the impending recapturing
Of our true transformative desires
May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC
There is a line
That none dare to cross
On one side is riches
On the other is loss
The thing that stops them
Strikes fear like a wraith
It's the "truth" of deception
In those who have faith
One side is worse
But ignorance is bliss
You cannot cross over
Or in your next life you'll regress
In there no
reality is line
The line within
only is
The line has been caste
down
But
they
ignore
its
abolishment
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 3:24 PM UTC
To everyone
Subjected
Arrested
And put to rest
In a coffin
I apologize to every single person that isn't apart of the majority
I apologize for a race so far into themselves they fail to see murals
Because lately all they've cared about is how simple a blank white canvas is
The only way to make art is to have color
Lately I've turned off the news because of how embarrassed I am
Of a country that undermines success of women
Takes rights from gay people
And openly ****** black boys and men and women in this country
But walk away to their white houses
With their white families
And teach their white kids
That this is America
That America isn't slowly turning into a second holocaust slowly killing off everyone who isn't their definition of pure
Except instead of chambers
This deadly gas is inhaled by us everyday
Because it hasn't stopped
And more people
That have seen
Black boys
Fall from a bullet
Walk away without conviction
This poem was written to make
Every splinter in a wood coffin of a Martyr to shake
To hear what I am saying
And not to accept my apology
For years of abolishment
But to understand that we don't all come from hate
And that every time I am told I am the problem
I just say I'm sorry
Because
Of my race
Not me
Black fathers shouldn't have to call their sons to be safe when walking home
Mothers shouldn't have to tell daughters that it's okay to be just a housewife
It's only okay to do what you want
So do what you want
Stand up
And never stand down
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
First they decentralise
secondly they marginalise
then they criminalise
and all the lies make you
believe
that you're the
bad guys.
Nothing changes what is and can be,
democracy
was a pipe dream in
Ancient Greece
which was sold on and we hold
on to the dream.
Criminal records play a very poor tune,
the sooner you realise that what lies
ahead is not what you thought of,
you'd be better off dead, but
the triumph begins when our sins are absolved by the abolishment of parliament and the reinstatement of choice, what choice do we have?what more do we need?
How about enough food to feed the family?
If I could weave you a story then I'd spin you a yarn.
The potter and his pottery,
dull clay on the wheel
can you feel how the spin turns and starts to begin
when a shape takes its form and
is that not sheer poetry by the potter
and his pottery?
No one kills you with kindness, but with kindness they will and the World will become a still place ruled over with one face, stern, unartistic, sick and pliable the people are liable to fall under the wheel again,
can you feel again,
is this not another poetry by the famous,
is it some adultery by the nameless,
add 'lise' on the ends of all words and
are they not shameless?
Blameless?
I don't think any of us are.
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 10:38 AM UTC
walking the concrete pave
i started to feel a bulging softness in my liver,
just the sheer balloonness of it,
not attached to any bone,
it was too much for me,
i had to walk into the greenbelt darkness
to feel the soft pouches of earth
beneath the feet and banish
all livery sentiments of the silken doughy thought,
and in there i said:
with the abolishment of asylums
psychiatry has become evermore bothersome,
imagine if the churches were closed
and priests freely roamed,
not since henry the eight such travesty,
with it, psycho-synthesis and very
little psychoanalysis:
because who the hell would diagnose a
child of two with some symptoms accumulative
as a.d.h.d.? where's the: climb a tree
break a leg then tango on with crutches?
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 5:58 AM UTC
Birds of a feather flock together/
We have no feathers so we run together/
as individuals
Two heads are better than one
And that's the minimum
Requirement/
The outcome is determined by the
general
Acknowledge it/
Follow good leaders and lead good followers
The problem is
no ones up to solving it/
A select a few
Perpetual intellectuals
The Rest vegetables
War what is it good for
Abolishment/
Eradication
From savagery
Toward civilization
Now savage nation
Prerogative/
Granted/
Provocative
Inclination we hoist
pedantic's/
components change
But The operating
basis stays the same
Famished/
hungry for change
Dollars are appetizing
6 million ways
To do nothing
Tragic/
Feeding Negativity
Food for thought
Absolute positivity
postulate/
No man stands alone
Obvious/
so start
Until you build
your on
Conglomerate/
Aggregate with
Those that's dominant
Then accomplish it
Anything else
Is a zombie pit/
Walking dead
Become prominent
Set precedent
Become astonishing/
It's all in
Following good leaders
And leaders good followers/
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 11:41 AM UTC
I extend out my arm,
just as far as it can go,
I covet things you know,
More things can be the
answer to all my dreams,
The abolishment of my pain,
An ending to my loneliness,
And even buy me friends.
There is nothing they say,
that money can't buy,
It's a proven panacea.
I want to be a Has,
and not a Has Not,
And I want everyone
to see it.
The only real problem is I guess,
That my grasp it seems,
Can't begin to match my reach.
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 5:19 PM UTC
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Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 7:25 PM UTC
I think it's stupid
How I refuse to use straws
Because of a video I watched one time
Of one stuck in a sea turtle's nostril.
Or how there is really only the illusion of choice
And statistics from unreliable resources
Making us feel better or worse
About our decisions.
I tell myself to quit sugar
But honestly I just like my lattes
Sickeningly
Sweet
Like the love stories I thought could be under nooks
Around the corners
Of everyday life.
I like ice cream on winter days
Hot tea in the suns of summer
A walking talking irony
A bulb on its way to burning out
Sputtering in the half-eaten room
No one wants to go in to change it.
It's not my fault
The walls dissolve
And that same chord is continually played on the piano
In the corner of the upstairs closet.
It's not my fault
Cameras don’t bring me security
But sensitivity to my own identity.
Dissolution into absolution
Abolishment of egocentrism
And always,
The illusion of choice
Hanging in the rafters chattering.
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 11:45 AM UTC
We are living in a dictatorship, a tyrant is at large.
The Aristocrats are clawing on to their wealth and privilage
Ebenezer Scrooge pales in all spectrum
The Peasants awakened in anguish, brews a tempestous whirlwind.
Torches brought to life,
roaring ******* flames of justice
Torture’s a friendly foe,
the time for lamenting has been extinguished.
Directing their stubby fingers, master of guile,
stroking their overgrown stomach
“Leech the Swines!
Bury their bodies, all but their sham crown
Garlands of heads, draped on my wall.”
A source of warmth for the winter’s plight, A trophy
triumphing the seeds of abeyance
Desolating fate is sealed by this stern decree.
Free hand-reading; not requiring an oracle.
“Am I not a benevolent King?”
**** out the roots.
One by one,
**** out the roots of evil.
For the root of all evil is good.
The peasants thin and scrawny.
Hunger, their morning advocate and evening lover-
Lusting to sink their teeth in to Pride.
The Nobel robed in mulberry silk
making love to a ********** pastry, birthed by a coinless *******
Ascended into the abyssal inner circle of Hell
Those armoured with royal blood adorned in leather costumes
-vagrants cannot discriminate-
slaughtered while Mercy slumbers.
**** the aristocrats, for they are selfish!
The abolishment of poverty, the bane of the Monarchical eradication
A diabolical scheme!
Says the soulless estranged with peace.
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC
Human beings are reckless developments.
Our minds are to destroy.
Let me explain, you see human beings are the only species with the concept of self-destruction without a real purpose.
Do you comprehend?
Let me clarify by giving you a scenario.
Close your eyes.
Well, figuratively you need to read this first.
You just moved into the most beautiful house you could ever imagine.
The one you’ve been envisioning since you were a wee child.
Now, you sit on your comfy couch and just relax in your beautiful new house.
You have everything you could possibly want, but now you’re bored.
Getting used to the décor you once thought unique and beautiful.
You decide you want more, something different, something better.
You go into the kitchen and notice there is something not quite right.
I should smash that wall, you think to yourself. Create an open concept.
So, that is exactly what you do, tear up that wall.
What once was beautiful is now gone.
What you once held as a goal is now your past.
But you have that open concept you never wanted now.
That my friend is how the human mind works we destroy to create.
Yet, what we don’t realize is that we hardly appreciate the goodness of which is given to us.
The goodness of which we have always dreamt.
We become comfortable.
We become bored.
And the vicious cycle for more embellishes and plagues our keen minds.
We destroy to become.
We destroy for it.
It being us, our species.
Us being our brain.
The brain being our end.
Because one day, it will become so powerful that we, our own species, will become too dull for our own senses and we will push our own mortality, our own meaning to the point of abolishment.
And that folks will the culmination of our reckless development to extinction.
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC
Satisfaction lingers
The inherent bliss that warms
The buried fears that flounder,
The abolishment of qualms
The radiant glow materialises
Substantiating to a path
Hop onto the luminescence
Guiding you to your guard
I am a container
A crystalline beaker fills me to the brim
With affection in a golden hue
The amber nectar seeping in abundance
As a tap leeches my soul, my mere essence sways
As I bleed and stand on crystal shards
An empty vessel yields no spirit
From the empty barrel that remains
For a heart devoid of soul would not
Display nor muster
I am the light that dissipates
Yet the darkness brought me back
It does not leave me alone
Why does it clamp itself to my back
Get it off
Get it off me
GET. IT. OFF. ME!
It does not leave me alone
It does not leave me alone
It does not leave me alone
It does not leave me alone
It
does
not
leave
It doesn't...
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 6:55 PM UTC
You are the light that shined on my darkest days
The answer to every prayer that I have ever prayed
A sign of hope that you'd hear people say
From here on out everything will be ok
I can compare you to a fluke accident
Because I found you while in a worst predicament
On your white horse you arrived in astonishment
And saved me from an absolute abolishment
Words are not enough to describe
The overjoyed feeling I feel inside
To have finally found someone to confide
And tell the whole world that you are mine
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 9:51 AM UTC
The place was the unexpected carefree host
Of several tipsy nights wetted
By friendly toasts and temporary infatuations,
Lasting the duration granted
By gulping red clepsydras measuring
Time with the flow of inebriating substances.
My passion alas soon drove to the abolishment
Of such street hours of darkness to the benefit
Of clarity, concentration and sobriety,
For the unfolding of a novel awaiting
Virtual carbon particles to stain
Imaginary paper pages.
The place hence became my daylight salon,
Betaking myself to it, a necessary resolution
To having a semblance of social life, a foot
In the “real” world, while taking a compulsory break
From self-relegation to the seclusion
Of my private abode and imagination.
The sun, a spotlight directed on the thespians,
Lifting the nocturnal curtains, to unveil their act.
The stage, a familiar space for adult orphans,
Searching in Bacchus casual company.
Amongst the heterogeneous lot, a tall, big-lipped
Man, plays reminiscences of Tambourines.
His wide smile uncovers chipped white teeth,
Clashing with the colour of his skin.
The first time I saw him he was giddily bragging
Of recent dates made of sandwiches eaten
Sheltering from heat, in the fresh vegetable department
Of the discount down the road, from his apartment.
Incredulously I believed him, until he told me not to,
As of then he would be, my new befitted friend.
The big time dealer serving the entire region,
Always there when you need him,
To take care of the kids or escort you to the dentist
When in pain and to the other side of the city.
Notorious for going out of his way for others,
Generous with time, kind words, smiles and money,
His job does not define him yet completes
The spreading euphoria his presence bestows
Upon those who look for him or those
Who simply stumble into him, by chance.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 4:26 AM UTC
Her riot forced her into predomination
Of all the abolishment this was
The final end
She played the game
Far too long
To not give in
But to leave
All for once
And all at once
Blackhole ****** thru me
Turned toward
The torched Sun
Only to peel the bleached
infectious skin
Vibrating in the
Noise I call THE WIND
It whispers at first
Then turns up the volume
To see a traveling herse
Jokingly I submerse my body
Only to find that the
Purest necter
Negotiated on that tree
The vines wrapped around my leg
Wouldnt
Let me Go
Thru it
Around it
It wanted to eat me whole
And so I let it
For a season maybe two
But wasn't this the me
I'd hoped for lived with
It gets confusing
And this mess
Looks like a mess
A pig stye room
And after eating dinner
She roast a toast
To her dead lovely awaiting
Husband
Patiently they walked up and over
The corpses law
Jagged and weary
Their bones fell
Into each other
Lost they put the
Wrong pieces together
And now he's she
And him is her
Everything doesn't
Make sense
Except for true earth
Which vibrates
At a frequency
That is drums like WIND
Like fire
Like all the crusted attire
These women warmed me with
Nothing beats the flesh
Of another true warrior
Nothi,e and I mean
NOTHING
REUNITES AS IMPALLING
AS HIS FLESH RIPPENING FOR HIS OWN URGES
Kisses by sins nature
He throws shame and anger
Meeting her at the door
He greets his afterstare
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 6:14 AM UTC
The sky still blue and spacious
our fields grow golden grains
snow capped mountains
are still viewed in placid reflecting pools
fruits and nuts are upon our trees
but as for brotherhood between the seas
the good has become harder to find
our light has dimmed
They came seeking relief from religious oppression
only to convert and pervert what they found
their freedom meant
the abolishment of the ways of
the new world they had come to
with violence and death
taking more land
there was no self control
no liberty
no real law other than
might made right
for the new people did not honor their god
and were deserving of death
These were not heroes
they did not liberate the peoples of this new land
they showed no mercy
there was nothing noble or divine in their treatment
not of the peoples
nor of the lands that they found
They had a dream
of great alabaster cities
built them
but today
these are filled with empty dilapidated buildings
the homeless
and the violence that built them
tears run down the cheeks
of mothers and fathers losing their sons and daughters
tears are shed by the victims
of the religious extremism that was seeded in those early times
How can we continue to sing America The Beautiful?
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 6:31 AM UTC