"conscienceless" poems
Cry, cry, my sad guitar!
Not for the snapped string!
But the thirsty desert!
Or the contented soldiers
Who won't return!
The lonesome willow tree!
The innocents
Walking the green mile!
Cry, cry, my lonely guitar!
For the dried eyes
Of the unfortunate roses!
Not the unending nights
Of warriors, fighters, and knights!
But their mothers, children, and wives!
Cry, cry, my sad guitar!
For those taken
In Afghanistan, Iraq, Syria
who are awaiting
to be ****** or beheaded!
In the name of Allah!
Cry my sad, lonesome, lonely guitar!
Not for the snapped string!
But for the conscienceless creature
called human, cry!
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 8:06 PM UTC
NEWTOWN (TRIBUTE)
from Tucson,AZ
E.J.Anderegg
In a haven of knowledge, structured for sharing,
an intruder descends with all absence of caring.
Unleashing his crucible’s conscienceless yield,
student’s bastion transformed to a killing field.
Grim reaper bedeviled with hell-bent depravation.
Safe haven for children suffers love’s reparation,
It’s not really surprising that death toll keeps rising,
While the lost moral compass despised compromising.
NRA’s pompous position truly appalls;
Corporate greed clenching sacs that once contained *****
Though psycho’s name fades, he’ll bequest mental anguish.
In Newtown hearts, where young memories languish.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 1:41 PM UTC
Light being its own medium
Wave
If you notice me
Solid if I hit an eye
Wish
We were better at
Being
Ever conscienceless
See its light being
Not me
Particularly
A thought now
Words
Furbished that they may
Gleam
An apple in your grandma's eye.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 12:48 PM UTC
NEWTOWN (TRIBUTE)
from Tucson,AZ
E.J.Anderegg
In a haven of knowledge, structured for sharing,
an intruder descends with all absence of caring.
Unleashing his crucible’s conscienceless yield,
student’s bastion transformed to a killing field.
Grim reaper bedeviled with hell-bent depravation.
Safe haven for children suffers love’s reparation,
It’s not really surprising that death toll keeps rising,
While the lost moral compass despised compromising.
NRA’s pompous position truly appalls;
Corporate greed clenching sacs that once contained *****
Though psycho’s name fades, he’ll bequest mental anguish.
In Newtown hearts, where young memories languish.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 1:33 PM UTC
NEWTOWN (TRIBUTE)
from Tucson,AZ
E.J.Anderegg
In a haven of knowledge, structured for sharing,
an intruder descends with all absence of caring.
Unleashing his crucible’s conscienceless yield,
student’s bastion transformed to a killing field.
Grim reaper bedeviled with hell-bent depravation.
Safe haven for children suffers love’s reparation,
It’s not really surprising that death toll keeps rising,
While the lost moral compass despised compromising.
NRA’s pompous position truly appalls;
Corporate greed clenching sacs that once contained *****
Though psycho’s name fades, he’ll bequest mental anguish.
In Newtown hearts, where young memories languish.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 1:38 PM UTC
The mental imbalance I live in
Tears me apart; I despise how
My actions speak volumes louder
Than my heart, than my soul.
I can never feel whole—not
With the dizzying ache of
Memories to regret and never treasure
Buried so deep in the mud
They turn to stone, forever
A lump of solid sin in the
***** of my earthy throat.
I feel the emotions colliding within,
Crashing, flaming, shrapnel arrows
To my pride, my integrity:
Conscienceless, dull.
Any day will death take me
Empty-eyed and still,
War having razed the skull.
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC
Entertained.
Contained.
Maintained.
Retaining access to once knowns,
sit still listening, not thinking anything
- calling living winning, then quitting.
Get up and ask the truth to forgive
me as I have forgiven, and correct me
where my functioning is hindering.
Stretching the cord to tie the load…
Become what truth embodied is,
cushion the fall from the stacked
featherbeds for religious businesses-
thumpwhump, takes y'breathaway
Conscienceless conscious necience,
all automated - due souly to luck in
the making of DNA, you see,
discovery is the easy part,
much more inter-
esting testing resting mind mingle,
estimating instants time in transit…
imagining the code used to build
the ladder, up one side, down the other.
Handling, managing manacled hopes,
most substantial, dashed to smithereens,
whither in the rearview I see you not looking,
not noticing the era we lived through, seeing
sublime simplicity unfold before us as we examine
essential, necience, non knowing unrecognizable,
feeling path, finding fortunate occasional fruit sweet,
as a path crossing fruiting bough slaps
sweetness perception from reward schedules,
stinging sensation, signal sending saying, it's okeh,
sudden sinking subtle ******* muddy awareness,
sniff, just agnosis dripping,
thinking life's a trip, travel light.
Oct 16, 2023
Oct 16, 2023 at 1:26 PM UTC
Underneath the moon, in the sea.
The only place away from chaos, in peace.
Plunging downward into the deep.
To extinguish this burning flame in me.
There isn't true life without death.
Death of the old me.
Sensing awareness in each breath.
I just want to go away in peace.
Underneath the moon, in the sea.
This is the place to be.
Although I feel this life isn't for me, I have to believe in something or else I'll fall for anything.
I've never lived before.
Eternity spent, soul locked beneath the floor.
Realization seeps into my pores.
This is the calm before the storm.
The view of the shore.
What does life mean anymore?
On the land, I'm feeling so restless and my confidence is so scarce.
Burning heart, I'm selfless and conscienceless, but these dreams help me to bare.
There is goodness with you to spare.
Ignorance polluting the air.
So I'm underneath the moon, in the sea.
Embody the art within the.
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 12:41 PM UTC
My birth was an infinite hazard slowly
suddenly sparked by a singularity, dense,
blazingly intense, warm womb of everything
to be to become, pitch black smaller than a pea
induced to expand, quantum fluctuations,
give to acquire space, to grow, foreshadow my
future existence, forbearing the libertine conduct
of particles wooing, playing games of attraction
abiding by laws elegantly unwritten, striving
to unite yet at moments repelled, by forces
unfathomable, a dynamic courtship unaware,
unconscious drive of conscienceless creations.
When, an endless labour of spinning behaviour
engenders rarity, beguiling perfection, where,
a molten sphere dances around a fiery young star
at a demure distance to lose heat and hoard
water, become a sphere of stone, a cosmic
delivery room yielding conceptions, billions of species
born, lived and extinguished, primordial ancestors
evolving I was brought into existence. Who am I?
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 6:48 AM UTC
They call me:..
Chuckleheaded Snollygoster
a.k.a
Blockhead Unscrupulous Individual
a.k.a
Doltish Unprincipled Human-being
a.k.a
Dull Conscienceless Organism
I just call myself:..
a Stupid Person!
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 11:00 AM UTC
I saw a man who calls himself a man of God
He stand on towers and preaches to hundreds
Forever in his coat pocket is a Bible tucked in good
Staunch man of the community with no bare threads
But he couldn't look me in the eye even if he easily could
For he knows that I know he now carries a burdensome dread
Conscienceless and remorselessly he sold his soul to Satan's hood
Yet to be a sham and testify before Yahweh whose true blood bled
This man of 'God' came like others to cast a stone
Robed as scribes he pontificated in Temples scolding sinners
Grace himself as Righteous and spoke in revered gentle tones
In secret he was Iscariots aided by his Eve to dine with evil planners
Callously he sat in judgement deceiving truth and vilifying thrones
Whence he could in pious wisdom as Pilate dissent in fitting
manners
What man of God delights with ravenous hordes to devour bare
bones
My God preaches loving your neighbours not becoming Hate
fanners
I saw a man of God today but he couldn't look me in the eyes
Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 1:07 PM UTC