"barbarity" poems
tell me what words are there
to articulate this savage parade
not here, not in all the Lebanons
whose crystal castles sparkle
like broken glass
on the dark horizons
at the jagged edges of the world
from which cultured minds have receded
and all humanity has been relinquished
to the barbarity of the frenzied flavours of fools
who will speak for this wild parade
without impediment to mythical protagonists
tell me where are the energised arguments
against sophisticated yet false laments
where testament is torn through
weeping cedar trees
producing the unpredictable accidental quality
that memorialises phantom caresses
that have neither been invented nor encouraged
the hallow that inaugurates
the distinctive features of
destructive energies that are both
exuberant and hard to comprehend
this parade where there is
a savage sensibility
capable of apprehending
contradictory ethical imperatives
that vouch for a mocking stream of
tragic political consequence
displayed vividly in the inextricability
of civil order and political violence
that defies exclusive claim
by casting itself as freedom warrior
in disguise as militaristic humanism
and burns the temple tree
and where human identity
becomes an elusive possession
owned by a few
who in the inevitability of ignorance
refuse to recognise their tragic error
and the world does not mount
a strenuous protest
at this headlong dash for Ephesus
where antagonistic language and
neutral expression of thought converge
and here the value of valulessness
repudiates, even in a single poetic moment
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 4:04 PM UTC
Broken box
Society’s cold shoulder
Children grow older
People get colder
Humans become more animalistic
Incarcerated ********
Humans don’t deserve this
Barbarity
Our city
Needs clarity
Eyes upwards in isolation
Nocturnal
Echo location
With no manifestation of god
But the sun feels so good
Freedom forgotten
Lost to new conditioning
A tumor that gains a stronger claim
To an inmate’s brain
We are not improving our world
We are just pharmacist repositioning
The world’s pain
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 2:30 PM UTC
From freedom and serenity - forced back,
Within a heavy frame, I twist and turn.
Surrounded by darkness - sunlight lacks
Through peaceful ears, an alarm clock burns.
Feeling like someone once deceased,
I ****** myself from my tranquil sleep...
Stumbling to the kitchen, eyes half open,
I prepare my meal in a weary daze.
I will not dread today - I'm hoping,
As I race through traffic in my malaise.
Drinking in my last few moments,
I do what I must, but never condone it...
My interior seething from stress filled meetings,
These rules defeating - my lifeblood fleeting,
A blunt insanity from this calamity,
Through censored profanity, I scream "barbarity!"
Beneath the boots of automatic overlords,
We're trapped together - anxious and bored...
Our heads hang, our eyes bleed
Their talking styles belie their greed.
Our mouths move - connection we seek,
But we find our language strange and oblique.
Back home, on my couch, lethargic and pale,
Hypnotized by TV, my dreams turning stale…
A once free spirit, now a mindless drone -
My sense of identity is what they dethrone.
I assure myself, my soul will endure,
Friday at five, I’m told is the cure.
But, revolution’s muscle beats in my chest!
So, a simple existence, I imagine, my best.
This is my strife - I hate this way of life!
Words can’t explain the disdain in my veins.
So, I have no choice, but to use my voice,
To tell you all to your face, there’s no time to waste!
Everyday, I pickup my pen and face the end -
To light the fire, that from ashes, we’ll ascend...
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 4:58 PM UTC
The skyline was beautiful on fire
All twisted metal reaching upwards
The water wars
The great migrations
The barbarity of a thousand roving clans
The infertility
And the old used as meat
Had made love a distant memory to those remaining
But tumbling over scraps
Navigating through shards
Gnawing at withered roots
Lapping at acrid streams
We went on
All we had done was hope better
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 8:10 PM UTC
Timelike and the decaying bodies piled high cease to amuse the vultures now
Single shots give the rebels confidence
They attack in force
Heavy machine gun fire from the west toss bodies into the air like ragdolls
Textbook
Vultures tearing at eyes of the dead and dying
Bullets to precious for mercy
The night brings natures other cleaners
Muffled screams heighten the reactions as night vision survey death in technicolor
The ponderous wait continues
Stroking metal like some *** provoking act
Followed only by counting lives little savers, bullets of love
The vultures dance impatiently
The stroking intensifies
Hairs stand ***** as movement waves majestically towards its final objective
A sudden calm unfolds
Nature watches in awe as love is unleashed in her garden for the final time
The call to bayonets now, takes man down to his lowest form of savagery
Eyes now meet, screaming death the ferocious last act of men past the point of madness
Blood flows as metal slice through skin and bone, swaying death the final frenzy as screams die the days end
Men cry as they survey the last atrocity of human barbarity
Battle ended, vultures marvel feasting on the final meal
Battle hardened men massacre memories leaving Celebrations a distant Country as blood red hands refuse to wash
They would never return.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 6:13 AM UTC
How ironic to not seek the tools yet drool on them
To see the instruments and break down like a phlegm
How naïve of us to use the gym as an excuse
To prolong it, as if it were drug use
Some call it dopamine others call it clarity
Most see an opening to showcase their barbarity
Called less of a man to those "better off"
Called less of a woman to those showing pictures with their sweater off
Lust driving companies to show children compromised
We see these plaything while revenue boosts the enterprise
Anime, video games, novels and Tv
Nothing seems too extreme for these mediums
Beheading, shredding, **** and made "Dream-like"
Topics have been explored beyond their tedium
**** is accessible and Ai makes your dream man
Merge yourself with your idol beyond the imagination of a regular Stan
Be praised for wearing Japanese *********** and condoning said behavior
Treat somebodies feet pics like your very own savior
The beast wins not with wit, but with a pattern
To catch us in the act frozen still like Saturn
Internet connections show us the milky way
And your hands remain adamant, your mind filthy
The beasts doesn't care of November, nor valentines or about your crush
It waits to clamp you, and turn you into dust
Too ashamed to seek humanity, too far gone to find morality
Repeated until insanity, Your mouth blurting profanities
And yet we blame the beast when our relationships end or we cant break a ***** habit
Then try to pray to catch up to the Sabbath
Why Lie to the beast and to ourselves?
To those who use their hands or run to cheap hotels
Is *********** more worthwhile than redemption?
The beast is with me as I type this, judging my every move
It laughs, uses slurs and denying my attempts to improve
It lives in you, no matter how content you are with your sexuality
And does its all to destroy your Mentality
Nov 13, 2023
Nov 13, 2023 at 8:41 AM UTC
I cut a strange shadow
As if lit by candles
Deep in the dark corner
Where she sits me
Coughing offense
Three minute I must repent
Coughing violently
As if to cleanse some sin
Because she does not
Believe my phlegm
Little boy liar
Or at least she assumes
As she locks me in my room
Beneath a cold quiet moon
Do not come out
So I **** on the carpet
Puke green thing
Will be smelling
Very unclean
I’m always thirsty
I’m always lonely
Staring at the kids playing
While I am daydreaming
Of finding a home to be free in
I cannot say which I preferred
The brash beatings
Accompanied by my screaming
That soothed her seething rages
Almost completely
At least for that day
Or the weeks and months
Locked away
Despairing
To swallow once I swallowed twice
I jumped at a moments notice
One tap caused twitches
One loud yell
Caused more flinching
Someone once told me
They knew about the barbarity
Not exactly in those words
But years down the line
I wonder if at any time
They felt bad for letting me
Live like that
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 6:53 AM UTC
I pledge allegiance to the flag a symbol which we sought
For which it stand the high ideals that we all forgot
One nation superior to all who stand opposed
Because they do not see, feel, or know what we know
under god just in case you were calm we have to remind you
That there is a great and powerful being that controls, oppresses, and binds you
Indivisible with justice and liberty for all who can afford it
But if you are not just like us you might as well ignore it
So here is your allegiance without the mystery
The subtle undertones that you might be able to see
Welcome to a symbol which we can unite behind
And ignore that acts of barbarity that would normally trouble our mind
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
365Nectar #49 Clean Out Your Basement
Mon. November 11, 2013 10:25 P.M.
Half-crazed like a naked savage...
stillness speaks
clamoring for attention in startling fresh expression
conjuring false memories of purity...
Cheering unsuccessful progress
in an attempt to preserve non-existent dominance...
Cosigned on civilized barbarity at an interest rate of 36% compounded annually...
The survival of a naked castaway
Perfectly unbalanced symmetry, that's slightly consistent, in a feeble attempt to compensate for weak genetic inheritance
Bathing **** in a ****** religion of bewildering complexity...
Relatively fluent in ungoverned profanities...
intentional involvement in ******** and lies
Aggressive mental exploits inflate illusion
disabling direction...
Gullible digestion of prescribed placebo
claiming cure of a Curiosity Coma...
STOP hoarding evidence of stupidity...
911 radical refinement...
...CLEAN OUT YOUR BASEMENT.
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 11:39 PM UTC
That which is lifeless,
May hide behind a shade of certainty
Thus the tiger masks its barbarity
With beauty on its body.
Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 12:29 PM UTC
At this age he chews his steak with a knife,
Safely outside his body the little crescents come down,
These many red smiles that he holds in his hand.
He likes her cooking overtly sanguine now.
This added barbarity to make up for his caution
as he shows off to the crows on the fence.
Meanwhile she mutters like cautious clapping;
Voice muffled by her Cupid’s bow, turned down with age
and she only speaks little irritating truths.
French tips awkwardly grip a tin she washes out.
She drops it often with the weight of tomato-ed water
and she winces at every wince he makes.
Now the pages of their days are reflections of the cover.
To all those crows at the window
who notice her nails and his appetite
as much as they notice each other.
Dreaming of the past is for the old and the second choices
but what if they each got that one that got away.
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Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 7:36 AM UTC
I don’t encourage the courage it takes to blow up a building
Or respect those who expect blind obedience
The factories that distill human suffering for profit
The gasses and poisons that are toxic
The philosophies and doctrines that make humans compliant
To higher authorities without reason and logic
People becoming socially caustic
When compassion is traded for competition
And the fit don’t survive cause the trick is
This sickness is a symptom of human corruption
Greed infecting and spreading hatred and resentment
Neighbors aren't neighbors but gladiators in the pursuit of success
Better cars, better houses, better jobs, better spouses
Denied contentment’s peaceful breath
Tricked into thinking we get more than this width and breadth
So it’s okay to play at barbarity to dress up the bombs with flags and prosperity
And our masters have the right to decide who we should and should not fight
After all even though we were deluded we colluded with our own oppressors
While they trade secrets with our supposed enemies
Sell weapons to allies turn allies to adversaries
And even though we think we chose this
We the people did not accept this sort of justices
We did not vote on this democracy, we the ill-informed masses
Illiterate in the true art of classes and rich distinctions
Of those who seek their own advancement not our improvement
Corporate sociopath with little empathy for the welfare of others
Smother our sister and brothers under the cover of complacency
And what really bothers me is that I am just as much to blame
I coat our pain in pretty words thinking pettily that I am helping
But in the end I am only helping myself feel better for doing **** near nothing
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 1:39 PM UTC
A desert empty, hard, and mute some implied and maligning agent mere dust, soft clay, of eroding tides unsettling account, no balance to come in the pall of mistakes past
who are you to ignore the obvious effects of your actions? and ask the world to bend to your ignorance of other ends more exists without than is known within or spoken invisible but no less real, though forgotten our wills have mass
an epidemic of inattention content with meaningless negligence on a curved path, tethered and constrained wrought between collisions and propelled to escape
but man himself is a force of nature which counters all others and conquers so as to undo itself in its wake, risk values all reward so-called providence designs all consequence
the game plays itself
so it goes, and so it went
so it goes, and so it will, at the end
so it goes, and so it will, so it went, at the end, as it always would
the measure of man isn’t that which he hazards no hope in abandoning to shaping molding chance this alien land holds scars of man’s conversion does it manifest our victory, our destiny, or our barbarity?
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 4:08 AM UTC
*I hoped even if it wasn't easy catching big dreams
In my palms and not losing them in the streams
I hoped to have a poem with the best line
To be the best rapper and not just mime
I wanted to have the roughest car in this city
Yes, I needed a big monster beauty
I lusted to be upon a podium of fame
I wanted to burn with the brightest of flame
I had a fatal thirst to spread my tentacles
To be the lad who walked out of manacles
I wanted to oil the wheels of prosperity
A legend who preached against any disparity
I wanted to be the real hallmark of charity
The bravest enemy to injustice and barbarity
I wanted to be a beautiful bloom of peace
To let the world be spring of love and bliss
I wanted to succeed in all before I leave
I wanted to exit the world after finding what I believe
I desired to hold hands with my fate
I wanted to achieve whatever I did contemplate
I did everything, whatever was needed
That's how I succeeded*
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 6:28 PM UTC
it's not
that i can't breath
just that the air
is too heavy
too humid
too thick with lies and
sickly sweet half-truths
that choke me up
and fill my lungs with smog
drowning me with the intention
towards strife and barbarity to consume
the life-giving
and raise
the executioners
on their thrones
of thorns
it's not
that i can't breath
just that the air
isn't right
does not satisfy
this burning in my lungs and
the dizzy fog in my head
that trips me up
and fills my mouth with gasps
my lungs heaving against iron bands
of cultural and social restrictions
on the righteous
and leniency
for the cruel
on their stages
in masks
it's not
that i can't breath
just that the air
is alive
smothering me
intoxicating and illusory and
insubstantial as a midnight dream
that jolts me awake
and fills me with unreasoning panic
banishing from my mind all reason
in the laws of nature to protect
the awake
and disturb
the sleepers
in their hollows
of selfishness.
h.f.m.
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 8:40 PM UTC
During this era Actrocities
Have conquered the worlds
Before this we see clear blue ocean
But now everything fulls
of redness of blood
Human become incompatible
Before this the worlds was full
of peace now more hostiles
Because of money people become complacent and negtectful
Their give no thanks to Allah
Palestine
Never be free till now
All the zionis killled people
with mercilessly
All the children cry
They crawl and their never gave up
Their got up and syahid
Subhanallah
To heaven their go masyaAllah
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
*Pulled into a dark catastrophe,
Thinking as a child that how beautiful is this world,
And now growing up to see terrorism so common,
Suicide bombers run in our land,
Hide in places where no one can find them,
They **** and slaughter, heartless and more often,
Poignant is the pain scarred in people's hearts,
Already losing people close to you is so hurtful-
That it had to be for these brutes and their plans, that take away more people closer to you,
Barbarity and atrocity runs in their veins-
As they scatter the world with explosive belts,
And holding MP5's and AK-47's like they're nothing but toys,
Blood seems to accumulate the emotions in their hearts,
Which is why their souls are disturbed and cold,
Terrorizing innocent spirits and shedding blood here and there,
Liars and deceits sit on the rulers seat,
Silently signing up for their plans,
And claiming money for each death,
Countries fighting among-st each other,
Especially innocents being targeted as terrorists,
Thanks to our superiors we're nothing but worthless libel's,
Humanity has lost its charm,
The once depth and affection for kids and women,
Leaves behind only raging war, which is on its way.*
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 4:40 PM UTC
Whoever said they'd like to live forever
never considered the barbarity that would bring.
The bearer of living forever never forgets
the pain forever brings
They alone would be the holder of
existing alone, the finality of their
forever is the fatality of terror.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 5:08 PM UTC
Malapartes frozen monuments,
the icy "traffic cops" pointing the way to Moscow
point out to me how far we have not come.
Curzio's wounded moose
bleeding life upon the icy lake
attending medics fussing in concern.
Hypocrisy? Compassion?
Shall our Fate mimic that of
The Horses of Ladoga.
Panicked as the phase shift of our barbarity
encapsulates us in the ashes
of this most wonderful contrasting
world
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 5:02 AM UTC
Your currency, should currently
Be known for it's barbarity
Your hostility, and severity
Will flip minority to majority
The reality and authority
That we want to see desperately
Is a community that concurrently
Finds solidarity and integrity
In the simplicity of sincerity
Because, you know what?
It's not easy, it's simple
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 11:12 AM UTC
They brought him
away from the Front;
his nerve or mind
or both had gone,
something his mind
could not confront
nor condone,
had turned him away
with that breakdown of sense
which no order
nor command
could comprehend
such slaughter,
such barbarity,
such blood-letting
along the line.
George sat in the ward
with other officers
in different ways
of wounded
in mind or flesh.
The sunlight brought
no peace of mind,
nor birdsong lift
the part of soul
from darkness depth.
Nurses came
and doctors too,
words said,
suggestions made,
but nothing much
in the end to do.
Spark's head sat
on the windowsill,
the eyes gazed
with a wide-eyed disbelief;
the smell of death
itches in nose,
constant smell,
and sound of shells,
shell on shell.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 3:04 PM UTC
The fervid lover sits on the bed, towards the edge
With his golden ash tray, and a coal shining near her mouth
in washed out radiance, quite enough to overlook.
She ashed her medicine, watching the cigarette tears
glide to her thigh, bruised by that man with a shared name
before deciding that she’ll stay.
******* coward anyway;
A tree swaying in the middle of the concrete jungle.
Pain came every time the little boy heard his name
from the monster who changed when the moon rose over the edge
of coliseum mountains, holding barbarity in his eyes and fetor in his mouth.
But when the sun rose oh how he loved and looked
in admiration, telling him “Don’t shed any tears.
There’s nothing to fear.
Why shed your tears?”
A tree swaying in the middle of the concrete jungle.
I put therapy loaded with copper pills in my mouth
and gave it a ******* trying to decide in a pool of confused tears
my emotions, and if they were stewed or straight edge.
I put the syringe down for just a moment and looked
beside me, analyzing the plastic cuff with a familiar name
before deciding that I’ll stay.
******* coward anyway;
A tree swaying in the middle of the concrete jungle.
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC
The curt March winds terse elocution , where seagulls explore noonday menus and beg for meager sustenance . A vision of shadow people cleaving the meld o'er boardwalk divisions , blackened , with crested burnt orange perspectives .. The barbarity of water subdued , I am born witness to warm ocean pirouettes .. Where a mans senses become one , at the final turn on the road home ...
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 2:37 PM UTC
Prime initiative firing
on coke bottle cylinders.
A stitch past wearily;
his cognitive delirium
breeds an alien's barbarity.
No flare for a sailor to see,
the stillborn sea devours
his Saturn Missile pleas
like a herbivore foraging
fields of forever greens.
Castaway calluses stack
for an armor-clad effect.
Think homemade tank flesh
for a rainy day's doom flash.
Clickety clack... he's on track.
The Lotus's control is unknown.
Best take a backstroke anyway, folks.
An avalanche throne only holds
'til the caveman's stone is thrown
Black hole tenacity God couldn't close.
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 4:03 AM UTC