"brainwash" poems
Magnesium strip
brighter than a diamond
Sierra Leon blood Stings like an eye-pin,
lobotomy,
JFK's sister,
but this is not democracy,
Vatican city,
oppression and atrocity
Iran,
What a theocracy,
Brainwash religion,
for the jihad, and crusades,
Rawanda Armenian, genocides,
aids,
killing a minority,
might gives authority,
but the greatest tragedy,
is the world wide apathy.
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 4:05 PM UTC
What is money,
when we die?
What was the point of money
when our soul moves on?
Why are items loved,
and people objectified?
In true thought
an object can be priced
but a life can not.
Why are we focused
on the materialism?
The brainwash of the man
in the suit is what has made us.
But a body is a body
and a soul...
is a soul.
What is a body without a soul?
When the beauty lies within?
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 2:44 PM UTC
I was on my own for a long time
I was happy during that time
I was pure and just happy with myself
One day I decided that girl was no fun
One day I woke up and wanted change
I wished with all my heart to be like everyone else
I changed to be like the group I grew to know
I wished harder ….
With each day I started to notice my change
One day I woke up and got what I wanted
I’m no longer on my own
I’m forced loved
I was forced to love
I’m no longer on my own
I’m no longer happy
I’m no longer pure
I’d be careful what you wish for
One day you will wish you stayed that happy person
You slowly feel stolen from reality
Become trapped
Wings clipped
So you can’t fly away
You wish someone would save you from yourself
You lose hope that no one else is there for you
Because that’s how he will make you feel
Treat you right, brainwash you
You became a secret of his life and your own
You become hidden
You keep more secrets each day
You become a lie
Each day you wish you would leave, but as soon as you get to the door
You know there’s no exit
The child you knew is now a grown girl by choice
Your whole world is messed up
You feel ashamed everyday
Forced love
Wanting freedom from everything
Just for it to happen again
One day you’ll regain strength and walk out the door
One day you’ll wake up happy
One day you’ll be free
One day you’ll know what it feels to be free
One day you’ll know how to trust to love again
One day that door will open up again
And the walls you put up will come down
Each day will be a step closer to your old you or a new you
That one day has to start today
With each new day is a chance to set you free from your own cage
Set yourself free, love yourself and know what’s right and what’s wrong
Being on your own is scary but you’ll never feel so strong more happy
That girl that was pushed deep into the dark
Will only see a brighter day for another way
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
The meaning of true is false
blinded by brainwash and ignorance
reminds me of the ways you made me repulse
masked by a thing of brilliance
I hope you see what you need
It's me
I see it in the way you can deceive
God, your naive
I don't mean to rhyme
but I thought it was time
to put you in a place I've been for years
Lonely, disgusted back to the tears
You were divine
Made me be blind
best friend, not
who would have thought
That I would be writing this thinking of you
But no none of this is new
should've seen this new present
hot flash, think back, and make me resent
But now we're though
Don't you see the meaning of false is always true
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 10:52 PM UTC
When I say I’m a nudist
I am told I’m disgusting
But then, I keep forgetting
It’s that “people don’t **** thing.
And people don’t ****
And nobody ever craps.
They just keep their napkin
Tucked safely in their laps.
They don’t belch, not ever,
And nobody picks their nose.
It’s the way of polite folks
And that’s just how it goes.
Well, let me remind you
Where you were born,
And where you came out of,
And that you were shorn
Of any kind of clothing
Both mother and the child.
You were born like the animals
Both domestic and wild.
You are naked one assumes
When you shower your body
So, please quit acting like
****** is something shoddy.
Your parent put such madness
Inside of your innocent head;
Things like getting re-dressed
Each night when you go to bed.
The insanity of Europeans
Who came to American soil
And wore LAYERS of clothing
In the heat while they toiled.
Then they went to other lands
And warped the people there
With the strange brand of madness
They had been taught to share.
They were taught to be ashamed
Of what god had given them;
That their private parts were evil
And turned you into a golem.
And when asked for a reason
For this weird kind of crazy
They started talking about god
When their logic got all hazy.
So you “people don’t **** folks
Can just kiss my naked ***
That thinking might work for you
But for me it won’t pass
For anything but brainwash
And the programming of the sick.
So wake the hell up, the rest of you
And get on the natural stick.
If I want to be naked all day
And you want to wear clothing
That should be each of our choice;
A personal ‘go or don’t go’ thing.
I mean, for a perfect example here
Think of laundry bill savings
So, you can just stop harassing
And gnashing and raving.
Brent Kincaid
4/12/2015
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC
A ***** drills inside my core
It nags, graps, pans, the hands
They knot in spins and twists
My crux left at the river side
Breathing,gasping fast, faster
Body out in the open rawness
Persisting resistance of the force
An outward shield winning
Winged left,right, up, down
Another day, a greater pace
A passive taste, ranting in haste
In bricks ***** all I taste is hate
All walking in dead silence
Heads shouting with dreams
A roll of sweet and sour sate
Echoes of taxes and budgets
How will they evolve us?
Snatching more from pockets
The rockets burst to mock us
Pulling our all to fund them
Nuclear bombs creating tombs
Distribution of lies and wars
Missiles disposing as lyrics
An objectification of reason
Figure brushes on magazines
Incisions of bits and **** hoots
To boost of the hot posed ***
No truth is scaffolded as real
A psychological brainwash
Pollutes and limits indefinately
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 2:59 PM UTC
Let’s get hysterical.
Let’s go mad
About the Winter Solstice passing
And our football team winning.
We party hard
For Christmas and New Year.
The Americans do Thanksgiving too.
Bad times for turkeys
Great days for making sales.
Anniversaries, birthdays and Celebrity celebrations,
Big Brother and Get Me Out of here.
X Factor and Lithuania’s Got Talent.
All excuses
For making mayhem
And a fast buck.
Any present will do
No matter how useless
Or banal
At times like these.
Compulsory enjoyment
Even if you’re ill.
Oh what sheep we are.
(Apologies to sheep).
We must conform
Comply
Follow fickle fashion
And hug the herd.
We may be social animals,
But woe betide anyone
Who is
Different.
“Be yourself” they say,
But do they mean it?
Course not.
The “Individual” is cursed,
Cast out
A *****
It’s time to stand back,
See the truth
And find your inner soul.
Break the brainwash,
Defy the dictators
The Nanny State
And really,
Really
Be You.
Paul Butters
© PB 1\1\2019.
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 6:03 AM UTC
I will not let the blood of my ancestors
to be shed in vain
Where they have fought for our freedom
yet my generation are quiet
I will not let westernization
ruin my soul and tatter my traditions
I will not let the westernized beauty
blind me from my culture’s beauty
I will not let the blood of my ancestors
to be shed in vain
Where they have fought for the earth that is now free
the earth where my soul thrives on
I will not let the television
brainwash my perception of spirituality and religion
to make me question that who I am
is wrong
I will not let these white-washed books
to create gaps in my history
I will not let the blood of my ancestors
to be shed in vain
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 6:32 PM UTC
To and fro as the saying goes
As the afros chase rainbows in search of gold
And the money's ****** dry, 'till the rich only supply
Ways to the make the poor poorer & keep the crackheads high
Then we overdose on sighs that all come at once
The teachers so underpaid that we're soon led by the dunce
And the market's like the breakers of the sea, it just crashes
The 99 sinking in ships while the one percent dashes
We find the dream of the US tainted green
Or to put it correctly, it has been tainted greed
With the day to day in ways that leads to the end
With a knife in your back while they pat it like your friend
So reliance on defiance is the key so defy
All the brainwash and the violence, raise you hands to the sky
And live
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 2:53 PM UTC
From nation to nation
All around the world
The Ruling Class
Though many times outnumbered
By the rest
Sit bathing in the sun
In their Ivory Towers:
Born to Richness
Whilst millions of Poor
Just starve to death.
Hordes and hordes of people,
Without clean water
Or food
Or a stable roof over their heads.
No medicine, or Education, or Anything
That Costs.
Governments give “Aid” to other governments
To “feed the poor”,
But we all know what happens…
What we need is a “Government of The World”,
Or some Benevolent Despot to Rule us all.
Anything must be better
Than the impotent UN
Or these shambolic “nations” –
Puppets of Globalisation.
Revolution threatens –
It often does –
Until the rulers appease us
With token concessions
And brainwash us
Though The Media,
So called “Education”
And Religious Dogma.
When will we learn?
Where is Democracy and Love?
But, bound by Political Correctness,
Woe betide if we Complain.
The Cold War continues,
So all we can do
Is soldier on
For The Common Good.
Paul Butters
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 9:15 AM UTC
Biden means button
Kamala means Lotus
Trump means trumpet. sinister?
elaborate?
can words brainwash?
i am not a theorist, and if i were i would research this more...this my research of science, religion, politics, and how it keeps biting me...if you want to help make the world a whole, it is somehow going to with making this nation a whole...and other ones...the pie has so many pieces and doesn't feed itself...i...we...you need you...lets study with goals toward understanding...then we have more color in our vision...it is hard to be gentle when everyone i know in real life is a cutthroat zombie...they get crap theory and lies fed to them by tv and internet...if you ever see that i am wrong please let me know
Sep 9, 2021
Sep 9, 2021 at 12:11 AM UTC
Golden crown
Dancing gowns
Swirling dresses
Are shimmering
Orchestra makes the sound
Watch the glass ball glimmering
Angels on the plastered wall
Painted in your preference
Perfect people prancing perfectly
While the poor are starving
Ruling class
Never lasts
Ages will not remember them
Years to come
What they run from
Is the truth
Monarchy
Stupidity
Docility of the masses
Enslave the brave
Make them kiss the brasses
Big fat *****
In the military
And brainwash all of the children
Wealthy woman
Gleaming gems
Exist in popular circles
Hasn’t changed much since then
But in the end
The money made monarchy
Will get what it deserves
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 8:27 AM UTC
When the government does not lend a hand
To those who work and those who till their land
And they silence their own peoples voices
Making all the wrong federal choices
But maybe my voice is precious to me
Are my eyes the only ones that can see
They are herding us like a shepherds flock
simply running down the time on the clock
to lead us into a massive brainwash
Independence an enemy to squash
so open your eyes before they're sewn shut
Remove the blindfold, it's time to wake up
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 11:00 AM UTC
I too have been brainwashed
by the sweet perfume of flower fields
the rippling whispers upon a serene lake
the jagged mountain cliffs
the smell of untainted desert air
by the purest drinking water
brainwashed not by the power of money
which has ***** such beauty
stealing it away into corrupt corporate pockets
padding your silk lined suits
brainwash yourselves for your own travesties
line your own coffin and gravestones
yet you shall not touch mine
for I wish to die not in your elephant graveyard
of smoke and annihilation
but within my own promise land
that is my planet untouched
by your mark of death, greed and obscenities
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 9:10 PM UTC
Haywire.
While sabotaging agencies are corrupting,
I lie frozen,
Downloading how to translate
this brainwash without constantly erupting!
Haywire,
United Suits of America,
drug-guzzling, anti-christ
injecting poison in the fruits.
Wake to terror, bleed from pain,
get pushed from mankind,
from our freedom fighters’
propensities to feign.
Frequencies being altered,
from 432 to 440,
Unaware of the subtle control
they have taken of our
***** of corti.
Receptors are jarred
our balance mistaken,
slowly these trails are weakened,
and souls must awaken!
Rhythms of nature
being projected on a screen,
too safe to go outside,
we have become rotting cans
of packed sardines.
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC
Momma gave birth to a dark skinned baby girl,
She said go out there baby and conquer the world…
With that in mind, little Suzie went off to school,
She paid attention and learned the golden rule…
At 9 years old, teacher asked Suzie what she'd like to be,
Oh that's easy miss, I will work in the bank on Market Street
Child please! With that tar skin and ***** hair?
Ha! You just might give the customers a scare!
Heart broken Suzie went home and told her mom,
She had many questions about where she came from…
Is something wrong with the colour of my skin?
Why is it so hard for me to fit in?
At 18 years old Suzie went out to see the world,
Wow! You're pretty! For a little black girl…
Enough is enough! I am proud of the colour of my skin,
It's obvious that you want to go where I have been…
Don't say my black isn't beautiful, when you spend hours in a tanning booth,
Don't say my black isn't beautiful, when you know I speak the truth…
The curl of my lips, and the curve of my hips, many of you desire,
So with many surgeries, and doctor visits, my image you try to acquire...
Afraid to see and admit how beautiful my chocolate skin is,
they try to brainwash me into believing that I am not His…
You're too dark, or she's too light,
Just look at her! Her complexion isn't right…
Now my brothers and sisters are trying to look like you,
Using chemicals and creams to lighten their colour that's true…
What more do you want of us?
About our thick curly hair you make a fuss…
Making relaxers and extensions for us to use,
Who can I call because this is abuse!
You seem to be very insecure,
That is why my chocolate skin you cannot ignore…
Tired seeing us on the cover of Vogue?
I bet you'd prefer if I were a rogue…
Stop beating down on the colour of my skin,
And try to know the person that is within…
Black, white, pink or blue,
My colour should not matter to you…
My black is beautiful and of it I am proud,
So I will stand tall with my head up and declare it loud…
My black is beautiful and I love every part,
And whether you agree or not, I am a work of art…
My black is beautiful, I just want you to know,
That I will wear it proudly wherever I go!
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 7:01 AM UTC
I am the power,
I work the machine.
Brainwash my people
Like the **** Regime.
Subliminal and discreet,
I wear an ignorance-spun cape.
But what do they call my teachings?
Patriotism. How great.
Whether black or white,
Grand or small,
They are my zombies.
I rule them all.
Not green, not decayed,
They're red, white and blue.
The idiocy spreads like an infection.
From them to you.
Some are corrupt,
They see through my cape.
I exterminate them,
And continue on my hell-bent way.
America may lose itself one day,
It may not remain strong and true.
But until then, stay begging for the brains,
Of the Red, White, and Blue.
Jun 17, 2010
Jun 17, 2010 at 6:14 PM UTC
Separated by progress
We live in isolation
Socially stagnated
Growing ever distant.
Focus further inward
Without hesitation,
Cutting off future conflicts
Before they even happen.
Perspective and reality
No longer separate
Echo chamber catalysts
Shattered-faction fragment.
Elitist tactics brainwash
Entire populations,
Localised abundance withers
With dying vegetation.
Doomsday clocks lurching
Our salvation diverges
Shouting to the twilight sun
We share but false elation.
Entire regions' designated
Means of production
No new doctrines allowed
All hail consumption.
Ever directionless, at a loss
Regressing into violence:
Revolutionaries' proudest
Of our failed revolutions.
Living out our dreams
Of solitary bliss,
Live alone in harmony
Or die in the abyss.
What piece of work is man
That chooses inhumanity
A species in a chasm
Led by mere savages.
May 10, 2022
May 10, 2022 at 6:26 PM UTC
Everybody now!
Don't let me brainwash you
Don't let me brainwash you
Don't let me brainwash you
Don't let me brainwash you
Don't let me brainwash you
Don't let me brainwash you
Don't let them brainwa-sh you
You can let them be you
You can let them be you and live inside your skin
your wallet
your house
your cellphone
inside your
opinion
your death
your casket
your hate
Hate gays
Hate blacks
Hate countries
no wait
don't hate them
they're alright now
we can appreciate the ideas
oh wait
no
that's not right
don't like them, now
LOOKDOWNATYOURLAP
NOWBACKUP
LETMESEEYOUREYES, SOLDIER
DON'TSHOOTYET
and (so on) and (so forth)
c'mon, party people!
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC
The memory of you may fade someday, just as the scars on my body. Equally the pain you left behind may never be seen to the naked eye, but you don't need a microscope to decipher the origin of my torture.
The moment I decided to begin to forget you, my body began to fight back. Attempting a last ditch effort to stay committed to you. It continued to taunt me. Reminding me time and time again that resisting the urge to love you was an ugly futile effort that most likely acted as the key factor to my demise.
You are a part of me. No matter how much I fight it. You moulded me into something so vile and vindictive, yet so passionate and loving.
In breaking me, you taught me how to love. And what to avoid. And how to reject someone.
This is brainwash I'm spewing. I still believe that who you made me to be is actually someone I need to be. Consequently I'm lost whenever you are around because without you I cannot function.
My thoughts are tirades. My emotions are garbage. You might as well give me a name tag that says Oscar because day by simple little day I still wallow in the filth you created through the mind games and the mental torture.
You abused my gullible delicate soul. My fragile heart couldn't bare to watch me suffer so I broke off a part of it and left it behind as a parting gift. For you and only you.
How ****** up must I have been to deem you the only recipient of my good byes. I was only dishing out what you wanted hear... What you trained me to do.
I may have gotten rid of you, but what you left behind were the unbearable scars of your love.
I can't breath through the PTSD.
I can't breath through the foggy memory of your love.
I loved you, but you broke me.
Your love is a torture that I don't have the luxury of abandoning.
You bled me dry. Every fiber belongs to you.
To this day, I still strive to please you.
That is the sick truth of our love.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 3:04 AM UTC
When the rain comes rushn in
the deceivers will drown in
a pool of their own festuring sin
Crushed and hushed of true emotion
watching the brainwash box of vision
dictating life void of confusion
Conditioned eyes judge then pry with ego pride
emotionally faceless lost in the timelessness
of deep dark spaceness
Chase this
Pace this
Hit this
Miss this
Kiss this
Think of this
Love this and
Embrace this
The path X comes once every 36
when the Nephilim return for their brew
youd better know what to do when chaos insues
Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 7:37 PM UTC
We march.
Steps creating a steady rhythm.
Left. Right. Left. Right.
A rhythm which will haunt me until my deathbed.
We were promised glory.
We were promised riches.
We were promised peace.
You cannot have glory through death.
You cannot be rich, knowing the suffering of the poor…
You cannot achieve peace through bloodshed.
Look! Just see through this smoke!
Look in the mirror.
We’re not just killing each other, but ourselves too.
We are no longer human.
We are merely tools of those who have the ability to brainwash us.
Making us no longer able to differentiate between right and wrong.
Making us believe that killing is right.
That glory is achieved through bloodshed.
That riches is achieved through bloodshed.
That peace is achieved through bloodshed.
What naivety.
What childish thoughts.
What sadistic and ugly thoughts.
We are not Gods of this world.
We are not intelligent creatures.
We are not saviours.
We are demons of the earth.
We plague the land with our slaughtering and terrorising of one another.
Praying for peace, sending children to war.
God help this forsaken world.
For peace is something which we animals will never achieve.
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 5:11 AM UTC
One hundred years of sodden red sand
millions of innocents slain and condemned
brainwash the brute and send him to shoot
no more of a troop than a toy in your hand.
Pull the wool over why we send them to die
dossiers, mandates now malformed and broken.
Those who were 'chosen' to vote for the people
are payed off, promoted by power drunk creatures.
Our bubble of bliss is the last dying hope
of a stranded psychopath on a bone-laiden raft
tarnished by greed signed misdeeds
floating in streams: the blood of the past.
Hear the voice of the people unite against evil
to condemn your crimson fuel wars on the east
and like doctor to monster, quench the 'Vitai Lambarda'
fuelled by the foolish benefitting the ******
Let the embers scorch, settle, and form a new mantle
where ideologies are transparent and righteous
and the poor of the world aren't corporate fighters
'speak up, speak up and veto the game'.
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 2:57 PM UTC