"advisors" poems
Thugs with Pens & Aerosol Cans
Thugs with Pens
Hell-bent; not on cultism
Just airing the other sentiments
That don’t make it to primetime
Thugs with pens
Not poking out eyes
Just venting spleen
Sick of the lies
Thugs with pens
Deserve to be heard
They don’t poison your brain
With stacks of *****
Thugs with pens
And aerosol cans
Can change your mind
In ******* time
Thugs with pens
Can make a dent
They don’t need to insert
Un-readable, un-interesting
Covert small print....
Thugs with pens
Don’t need no script writers
Or advisors nor signatories
Witnesses, nor dodgy men
With gold plated fountain pen nibs
To make amends
Or throw in no hidden clauses
That secretly **** your life blood
Thugs with pens
Don’t aim to pierce your skin
But make their mark
Deeper within
Thugs with pens
And aerosol cans
Completely uncensored
champions of free speech
The establishment want suppressed,
silenced, deleted; terminated.
Thugs with pens
And aerosol cans don’t
Schedule meetings
To fix the minutes
And schedule another meeting
And keep ‘minutes’
As square angled
And unproductive
As formal conversation
Thugs with pens
Aim venomous ink
At headless politicians
That squawks like chickens
Bending over
For the *************
Bank-beefing corporations,
Controlling the masses
With ***** little catchphrases
And mounds of munitions
And illegally enforced restrictions
On your movement and free expression
Honest men
Have nothing to fear
From Thugs with Pens & Aerosol Cans
These “thugs” seek asylum
From countries
Where the law’s
Not bought and bent
Thugs with pens & aerosol cans
Are made to wear monikers and masks
Thugs with pens
Don’t turn on its own
Neighbours and citizens
To perpetuate myths:
A ****** ************* lie…
A thing that never happened!
(That’s for all of you dumb wits
out there
Who believe most of the ****
That’s drip fed
Your sensation addicted minds
Most of the time,)
Time you started reading between the lines
In fact get a pen
Or an aerosol can
Write your own lines
Start broadcasting
Reclaim your space
Before you’re completely neoned
Into the shade
And corralled under the spell
Of a TV screen
Or an anger raising headline
That conducts the flow
Of the status quo
Load up your magazines
With ball point pens
And sharp edged writing nibs,
Strap on a belt of aerosol cans
Reclaim your right to free expression
In public spaces
Join the rag-tag army
Of intuitive
Self-knowing men
The End: is well begun,
George Orwell
Should never have written
That blueprint,
‘1984’
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 8:59 AM UTC
She earned the title Nine Days Queen,
But hitherto, she was just Jane.
Just Jane, and she had no idea
That when she married the son of a duke,
A plot was forming around her to steal the crown.
A crown she did not yet wear,
But inherited when the King was gone.
She rose to power instead of Mary or Elizabeth
Through an amended line of succession;
She was never meant to be Queen.
The plots and plans and goals of others
Led to the end of Lady Jane Grey.
Mary conquered the throne with little effort
And Jane was one of many to be sent to death
By the woman history calls ****** Mary.
Nine days was the length of Jane’s reign,
Unscrupulous were her advisors.
Just Jane, she had no idea what she was:
A pawn in the games of those around her,
And she was never meant to win.
Sep 17, 2021
Sep 17, 2021 at 2:24 AM UTC
Fame and fortune
Wall Street in wealthy being the name
Mansions, clothes and vacation hot spots
Living large and remaining at the top
Life was sweet and filled with promise
Stocks were up 100 percent
Financial Advisors keep careful analysis in where investments go
The accountants keep track of the business transactions flow
It’s where all investments went
But continuing living the life seemingly like Heaven sent
But something went terribly wrong
The Rich man’s health made a negative turn
The investments were seeing anymore earn
The Financial advisor began to steal
This thieve was for real
Suddenly stocks stumbled on down
From riches to rags heading for devastation bound
The Rich man was shocked and couldn’t make a sound
All he could was cry
He no longer wanted to continue to try
Efforts no longer existed
The Rich man was down to being a poor man
Trapped in an uncertain caravan
A Rich man being in a poor man’s sleuth
But what was the former Rich man supposed to do?
Keep living but having a purpose and a vision to pursue.
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 7:37 PM UTC
Here I am again,
watching the scenery loop
on the carousel's third lap.
I'd rather not have paid the fair
but to have observed the hellish chaos
from outside this whirlwind of horses.
The eye of the storm doesn't exist here
when the stationary cavalry doesn't stop,
but I chose to enlist in your war.
My last tour ended with a bang,
body intact, but inside was torn,
and I said I'd "never fight the good fight again."
But here I am
caught in the searing winds,
scars refreshed, sobering and familiar.
How did I let this happen?
The Siren's song was so alluring,
with promises strewn on shores' crags.
Oh Helen, you made me face a thousand ships,
but when my eyes returned
you were merely a new mare on the merry-go-round.
I knew what to expect
when I chose to turn on the fleets,
but my childish dreams convinced me you were different.
Advisors had warned,
and instinct agreed,
but my trust has become my enemy.
So here I am again,
surrounded, not yet able to retreat,
but the battle is almost over.
This time I swear I'll never fight again.
You don't recognize peace until it returns,
and isolationism is the key to keeping it.
I promise I won't,
but first I must wait
for the looped music to cease.
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 10:42 PM UTC
Considerably penalties
For early withdrawal.
Sending more advisors.
Vietnam redux 1954.
Reactionary by poll #s.
Afghan half stand.
Unemployment
Slow Redeployment.
You pick.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
the school room
the teacher and i too
and who-ever so wishes to come in
everyone can love me truly they can
the riots fill the streets
the nutritional advisors says
"oh well....out of food"
you can always join the military
you can always join a gang
you can always sit at home
the school room is empty of people
the school room is crowded with ghosts
with the teacher and i, too
and who ever so wishes to come in
Aug 31, 2010
Aug 31, 2010 at 3:54 PM UTC
Privilege
I have it,
supposedly,
unannounced
to me.
I was born,
brown hair,
green eyes,
fair skin,
poor
and hungry.
But oh so privileged.
To speak up in whatever company I choose,
To walk late at night with a hoodie pulled down, just over my eyes
To strive
achieve
succeed
without others being surprised
I know no threat
from cops,
employers,
or admissions advisors.
I see no intimidation
from statistics,
labels,
or slurs.
I have the privilege
of being completely unaware
of my own
privilege
I'll use it,
hopefully,
for everyone
you'll see.
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 9:52 PM UTC
where does
evil rest assure
but
in the hands
of our
advisors
administrators
magicians and
court jesters or
fire
arrived in the
hands of
Prometheus
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC
Final exams start Thursday,
and it’s giving us all the feels.
Finals have a gravity of their own.
Are the papers worse than exams? Maybe.
The tension can be relentless and heavy.
“It’s finals week, see you on the other side.”
As for me, I’m almost packed up.
Time is an odd and unpredictable beast.
It’s hard to believe that in two weeks, I'll be a junior.
It’s an unimaginable prospect.
To work, for a long time at something that seemed impossible
- head down in concentration - then suddenly, like a passing,
cotton cloud somehow became a bunny - everything came into focus.
I’m halfway done. I’m going to make it. I got a chill.
I wanted to throw my lattice windows wide open and scream for joy
- but it might’ve been taken wrong. I’ve no time to give mental health advisors.
Next week might be a more plausible time for wooting.
May 2, 2023
May 2, 2023 at 7:20 AM UTC
they said, "take a step back and look at the big picture." but I forgot to mention I was already standing with my back to a canyon of regrets, heels at the edge.
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 12:08 PM UTC
where does
evil rest assure
but
in the hands
of our
advisors
administrators
magicians and
court jesters
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
What happen?
Seems to be the question.
When you spot a poor man mentality.
Because you see money blowing in the wind.
When he se dreams of things he never had.
Women.
That creature of substance that knows how to manipulate.
Not one.
Not two.
But more than he needs to make him happy.
Kids.
Not one.
Not two.
More to the point.
He doesn't realize his monetary limits.
The sign of a poor man mentality.
What makes him?
Is himself.
But in his eyes.
It's somebody's else.
Cars.
When he should limit himself to one or two.
He trying to impress the tag along fools.
The poor man mentality that we see in society.
And when it come crashing down.
That's when he claims he should have did other things.
Like invested wisely.
Selected better financial advisors.
But he couldn't break away from no good friends.
And this is when the poor man common sense begins.
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 9:01 AM UTC
In my ear you sit and preach
Tell me to hold my faith when all else is gone
Now I want to thank you
For getting me through this storm
And allowing me to see the day
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 8:33 PM UTC
.
Words from perforated ceiling tiles squawk
as megaphone filters blare
in crackled sequence
around missing stations
and call letters that aren’t acronyms
I hear these words, but shake my head
I know they are for me,
sent by well wishing advisors
wearing t-shirts imprinted
“I’m with stupid”
(and the arrows point at me)
Still I don’t heed the warnings,
I can’t, for dreams require reaching,
top shelf visions waving with
hope filled coupons
offering no discount for the heart
“Don’t want what you can not have,” they shout
As I continue to climb the frozen escalator,
cleaning my shoes on the bristles,
then checking my appearance in the sunglass
reflection of a mannequin missing one arm
(and I feel happy for this plastic person)
For it has no idea how it feels
to be out of style, yesterday’s sleeves
Worn of worried first impressions,
heart beat delusions and needs
at the end of the line…to check out
and yet, until the time comes for me to “check out”
I will not give up on that dream, regardless of
invisible sales clerks on their eternal breaks,
because I will reach that register and I will ask that question
to which she just might say yes,
(and then who will be wearing the t-shirt)
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 7:53 AM UTC
Richard was in his lab.
White coat and plastic bag.
Carrying lenses for the telescope.
To view planets.
And other space rocks.
Gemini 4551.
An asteroid.
Projected for Earth collision.
Two years exactly.
Richard kept a calendar.
Only he knew.
Richard and his lenses.
-
Richard told the president.
And his advisors.
They asked for proof.
But. He said.
I can’t see it today.
I don’t know where it went.
Let me clean the lenses.
Richard cleaned the lenses.
Still nothing.
The officials left.
Lunatic wannabe hero.
-
Many things were wrong.
Richard hated life.
His wife left.
His dog died.
No family.
No friends.
Richard hung himself on a Sunday.
Maybe God would care.
-
The asteroid came.
Uncaring.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 11:35 PM UTC
The sky split, cracked open through sheer force. A spectre’s mind is hailed away to a foreign shore, nestled amongst unsolidified generalities, binding it to the aftermath of time’s relevance. Hope came in a voided sun, imploding in the sky over Bethlehem, and through its transparency, a vision of the end was brought forth to this unjust land, where filth rules supremacy, and dominion is granted for a grandfather’s pittance. It displayed the market value of a soul through a diminished stance, collapsing on the shore as violent waves crash and beat the resonant senses held within.
…
Contemporaries held in fear, chucked and pushed down back alleys, ending up under the pier, vandalizing a vanquished peer, awkward glances insuring no one is near. Washed away with the evening tide, passed up to the coast after a lifeless ride. Broken down, drifting with the stream, token now, drifting with the dream.
Naturalized and neutered before a board of advisors, composed of highly unsanitary elders, pieces of flawn stuck to the chin, picked up while eating from another’s bin. Dictated and deemed to seem all right, recreations shown on daily late night, refracted and turned into a joke, remuneration held as big brother had spoke. Patience restored as order forms in line, hastened into place by fluorinated wine, individuals return to their lives, and negligently pass over recent lies.
Nov 18, 2014
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Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 5:57 AM UTC
Try it,
I highly recommend it,
Just open your mouth to say,
I hurt,
I am in pain,
I feel low,
I can't,
And hey presto!
Abracadabra!
You will be flooded with a long list from advisors and counsellors with:
Motivational quotes,
Wise sayings,
Home made remedies,
You have been witched,
A list of remedies from Google,
A list of their personal experiences.
Famous of all:
Be young at heart,
Have a positive attitude,
Don't be a cry baby.
Do they understand your pain,
Your feelings,
Your hurt,
If only one would say,
I understand,
I know what you are going through,
I care.
So next time my advise is to,
Keep mum!
Go to a doctor,
Or best go to a priest and say,
"Father I have sinned."
At least he will pray for you.
God always forgives and your ills can be halved.
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 12:45 AM UTC
Man o Man the man's a *****
completely through and through
he says "I could've beaten Hilary"
what an unintelligent type of fool
I have no doubt, would have changed the stage
Trump not knowing, how to attack his twin
advisors in a quandary, no speech upon the page
not all that sure, either could, be pulling off the spin
If you're looking for wishy washy
then Biden is your man
a brain that's squishy squashy
totally, without a plan
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 10:41 AM UTC
... they are the nameless
the suggestors
the invisible advisors
because if “they say”, then that’s how it is
... no faces
yet resounding words
they echo in our heads
are they conscience?
puppet masters
influencing our actions
we’d stake our lives on it,
... because they say
manipulating the spineless
a mirage of wisdom to fools
quoting quotes of the quoted
they say it... we repeat it
our fair weather reference
the convenient alibi
a rumour circulated
returning modified to suit the occasion
who are they... but us?
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 5:03 AM UTC
What If...
The soldiers of the world
All at the very same time
Laid down their mighty weapons
And refused to fight
Walked off of the killing fields
To make their way back home
As the world stood by and watched
Would we then all get along
What If...
Those who preached of hate
Suddenly shut their mouths
Turning from the hatred in their hearts
To find what true love is all about
Would it make a difference
In how you loved those around
Would it make a difference
In how you loved yourself
What If...
All the leaders of the world
Came together for one day
Locked themselves inside a room
With their advisors out of the way
Could they see each other with value
And become the best of friends
Seeing it's not just a country after all
But a world that we live in
What If...
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 9:05 AM UTC
The days that I awake without a care
And find my heart to be so light
Are the days I need to watch my step
And prepare myself to fight
These are the days I find myself
Accosted at every corner
By spirits with harmful intentions
Attempting to be advisors
They bid to put dark doubts in my mind
And fear deep in my soul
Telling me what I do will make no difference
When Heaven's roll is called
No interest lies in those he knows he has already
He seeks those who walk the lighted path
Extinguishing all the light he may
And will send upon them all his wrath
We must remember on the good days
When all is going right
This is when the soul's in danger
So be prepared to fight
Apr 4, 2010
Apr 4, 2010 at 5:42 PM UTC
In this world of freedom expresstation.
Women loves to speak they don't need a man to complete them.
Well, when did they ever did?
They states they have their own money.
Their own car.
And their own place.
And then some might state they want him to have his own.
Now, when you look at some ladies with gains.
Didn't some gather this through a divorce.
And others through hard work.
It's just a thought.
Ladies profess they don't need a man to take care of.
But if he has worth.
Then they have love.
It's just a thought.
One that certain women doesn't like talking about.
When did they ever did?
Or , maybe this is bad english.
Then these love advisors that exist in this world.
Loves to chase men with money.
And speak tht they should have their own.
Then gets upset.
When he wants to stay on his own.
It's just a thought.
With some men love simply moves on.
He just wants the physical experience.
Which has nothing to do with marriage.
It's just a thought.
When did it ever?
Oct 20, 2012
Oct 20, 2012 at 10:53 PM UTC
I wanna express my gratitude... to the few of you who didn't think I was too young or naieve to give advice. As a person with my analytical mindset, I love problem solving. I told my uncle that I have a weird affinity for broken women. I love people with stories to tell. Love the way legs can still stand despite the struggle. Love watching people break away from their own tragerdies. I love the thought you can dilute a great concentration of pain with just a little bit of kindness. Like liting candles in pitch black spaces, it only takes something small. My uncle says it's because people like me are wired to seek out things that need solutions. That's not to say they can't find their own solutions. I just like to see if I can play a part. So like tatoo artists on surgey wards. We sketch our art over people scars. Inject colour into their dark sides. Extend ourselves into their life lines.
We wanna fill what feels hollow.
Inscribe instrustions on how to smile and see if you'll follow.
And to anyone who thought what I said was good enough to act upon... thank you... and sorry.
Because hypocracy is a crime I practice all too often. Putting my own advice into application is extceedingly uncommon.
I would never take my own advice.
Because honesty with my loved ones would cause too much heart ache, I can not simply "just be open and real with her"
I cannot wear this skin with genuine pride because I would never "just be yourself man".
And despite the words falling falling out my mouth as we speak, why the **** would I understand "you are your own worst enemy. If you'd just believe in yourself you'd be surprised with what you can achieve".
To the many or the few who took my advice.
Who rolled the dice, who paid the price.
A penny for my thoughts and whether every thing changed or if all was for naught.
Maybe we just need to hear someone else say it. We so often are expected too try and stand tall in a world with ceilings that are too small. All some of us need, is to know that we're saying the right things.
So for everytime I was never told, I'm telling you. Let our voices be glitter and our ears be glue. Let people sparkle! Entice their shine so brlightly that they startle. Tell people all things you wanted to hear.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 1:04 PM UTC