"controllers" poems
BACKGROUND.
I was working at an international airport as a aircraft cleaner, this ment we went on to the planes to clean them before they went on there next flight.
I was the supervisor of a team of 6 that night, so it was my job to go to the aircraft and talk with the number one, (the number one is the head hostess), she told us when we could board the aircraft.
At the door I could see a young girl and a lady, sitting in the front row, I asked the number one if we could board, she told me they are waiting for a wheel chair for the young girl.
The wheel chair did not turn up until after this story.
This is what happened next.
I will pick the story up after my question to the number one.
THE SHORT STORY, OF A TRUE EVENT IN MY LIFE.
I am standing on the aircraft by the young girl and the number one, when I heard the girl say.
MOM! can I see the controls of the plane.
I am not sure if the number one heard this, so I related to her.
She told me she would ask the captain, and left to do so.
I was alone with the girl and the lady, so I spoke to the lady.
Hi i said, where have you come from?
The lady answered, we have been to disney land.
Wow or something like that I said, that must have been fun, the young girl spoke up.
it was, I saw lot of things, Micky Mouse.
I asked the girl her name.
Samantha she said.
At that the number one came back.
And told us, as soon as the wheel chair is here, the captain say you can look at the flight deck.
The young girl said, can I not go now?
I needed to get my cleaning team on the aircraft!
So I said to the number one.
I will carry her to the flight deck if that is ok.
It was agreed.
So I picked up young Samantha, and carried her forward to the flight deck. number one and Lady behind me.
The number one past me, to ask the captain, if this was ok, and it was.
As we entered the captain said, hi my name is John. the young girl said hi my is Samantha, welcome sammy, said the captain.
The co pilot stood up, to give Samantha his seat.
The captain and Sammy talk about the instruments.
The captain still had his head phones around his neck, What are those?
Sammy asked.
That is my contact with the flight controllers he said, can I have a go? Sammy said.
The captain put on his head phone and asked the control tower, and she did have a go.
Then the wheel chair turned up, and the captain was told by the number one.
You must go now Sammy, thank you John she said, I picked her up from the co-pilots seat, thanked the captain, and the co-pilot on the way out, also the number one, and took the girl down the plane, Sammy then asked me.
What is your name?
Paul I said, she then said this to me.
Thank you Paul I will remember that the rest of my life, at this the lady burst into tears, I placed Sammy in the wheel chair and walked with them to the exit.
I asked the lady, why do you cry, she told me that Sammy was dyeing of cancer and he flight was for a cure and a trip to disneyland, but the cure, did not work, and Sammy might be dead within the year.
I cried for about an hour!
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 7:37 AM UTC
Shopping outfashioned hunting and gathering,
Processed beats fresh,
Groceries replaced fruit trees,
Malls superceded forests,
Churches outnumbered temples,
Countries dissolved to territories,
Places devolved to areas,
Paths broke down into highways,
Commodity converted to currency,
Laborers submit to machinery,
Masters engage in humbug,
Apprentices reduced to students,
Knowledge downgraded to education,
And education is deducted to a show of grades,
While schools are the stages,
And the corporate world is the bigger runway,
With work slumped to employment,
Wisdom demoted to profession,
Where in jobs are the only future,
Careers are the only success,
Clicking and pressing buttons are skills,
Computers are correspondent to brains,
Information refers to news reports,
Intelligence means up-to-dateness,
Browsing is preferable to reading,
Studying is in demand more than learning,
Viewing things flashed on screens yields awareness,
Transportation is to traveling,
As buying is to the three basic needs,
And needs embody worldly possessions,
Worldly possessions define happiness,
Happiness is due to selfishness,
Selfishness is traced to the lack of love,
The lack of love draws from the lack of faith,
Because faith stands for religion,
And religion stands for membership,
Where politicians are the gods,
Celebrities are the preachers,
And the preachers are the enemies,
While networking is equal to friendship,
And connection equates to communication,
Experiences require photos,
Memories necessitate uploading,
Souvenirs can be downloaded,
Smartphones are substitute to pets,
Gadgets are toys,
Holding controllers is playing,
Watching TV is exploring the great outdoors,
Internet is recreation,
And technology is a way of life;
While humans are scientists,
Nature is a guinea pig,
And the earth is a laboratory,
Where prices are misidentified for worth,
Processes are miscalculated as progress,
Impoverishment is confused with improvement,
And getting more is mistaken as getting better;
And then we wonder why
Homes have become houses,
Family members have become boarders,
Nations are separate species
Composed of tired and hungry citizens,
Children are monsters
Who are biochemically rascals,
Teenagers are zombies
Whose adventures lead to delinquency,
Adults are robots
Who just clang when touched,
And life is not so simple
As how it is said to be.
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 5:40 AM UTC
If I should have a son,
Instead of mom, he's gonna call me Support
That way he knows, no matter what happens, I'll be there to hold open the heavy doors.
And I'm gonna paint the solar systems on the fronts of his game controllers
So he has to learn the entire universe before he can say "I'll school you in that!"
And he's gonna learn that this life will bury you
Deep
Underground
Wait for you to claw your way out just to throw dirt in your eyes
But not being able to see which way is up is the only way to remind your pupils how much they enjoy the beauty of this earth
And there is hurt here, that cannot be fixed by alcohol or drugs
So when he realizes Superman isn't coming, I'll make sire he doesn't have to wear the cape all by himself
"And sweetie" I'll tell him, "dont let your head get so big"
I know that trick, I've seen it a million times,
you're just looking to impress that pretty girl on the cheer squad who picks on other kids to adjust her own self worth
Or better yet, date the girls getting picked on, then dump her to adjust YOUR self worth.
But I know he will anyways
So I'll always keep an extra supply of "I taught you betters" and "Treat girls rights"
Even though all boys learn that at a young age...
Okay, most boys don't,
But that's what moms are for
They'll teach you to be amazing husbands if you let them.
When he opens his hands to catch, and drops the ball
When the girl he likes says no to going on that date with him
when it feels like the world is crashing in
Those are the days he has all the more reason to say thank you,
because there is nothing more beautiful than the way the sun refuses to stop kissing the horizon, no matter how many hours it must spend spinning away.
And yes, on a scale of one to greatest, moms pretty much know it all
But I want him to know that this world will throw curveballs that I can't see
And he can't be afraid to put on his mitt and catch it himself
"And sweetie" I'll tell him
Remember your momma is a queen, and your poppa is a king
and you are the boy with big eyes and a willing heart who never stops trying
Your aren't big yet, but don't stop growing
And when they finally hand you heartache, when they slip peer pressure and sin under your door and give you hand outs on street corners of druggies and defeat.
you tell them
that they really outta meet
Your Mother
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC
Where I’m From
I am from wires,
from electricity and TV screens.
I am from the dust covering the console.
(Piled high, thick,
It made me sneeze)
I am from the Sega Genesis
the Nintendo
Who has long been forgotten
amongst the shiny new games.
I am from controllers and memory cards,
From Mario and Sonic.
I’m from the hard core gamers,
And the once-in-a-whiles,
From You win! And Game over!
I’m from Thou saveth the princess
With Donkey and Diddy
And 10 cheats I know by heart.
I’m from GameStop and Best Buy,
brand new plastic and overheating console.
From the controller thrown across the room
To the memories,
bonding brother and sister.
In my closet is a box,
filled with old games,
scratched up discs
that will never again work
I am from these games
created before I was born,
born from the tree of electronics.
Apr 20, 2010
Apr 20, 2010 at 4:33 PM UTC
summer, spring, winter, fall,
it always carried a whiff of cleanliness, like lysol,
bleach and daffodils had made a not so secret love
child.
there were never any marks. no signs of mistakes,
accidents, humanity.
the floors glistened like the sun beaming off a black
convertible.
the windows, you couldn’t even tell they were
windows. not without the panes.
transparent like the shores of the Mediterranean.
I never touched anything.
I held my breath among glass, ornaments, picture frames.
afraid one intake would show up like a smudge that could
never be wiped off, no matter how much one tried.
she fits the house. like those china dolls, polished to perfection.
blonde hair rolled in unison curls. no frizz. never any
fly aways.
face just like those windows, eyes raging in a storm too far away.
his room was the only one i could sink in.
legos scattered
(i always stepped on the yellow ones)
clothes fuming with dirt and almost manhood.
his posters crooked, carrying characters dressed in
armor, or tuxedos, animated, weapons in hand.
his bed, never made, incasing the last impression of his body
(he always slept on his side)
a spot of drool still visible, blankets holding his scent.
soap, laundry detergent and oranges.
game controllers trashed, bite marks, dents, too many battles.
i finally breathed when i walked in.
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 8:06 PM UTC
Player one, player two.
Who will you choose?
You've been switching the controllers,
And leaving us confused.
I load up the game
To find someone else's save.
Are you an NPC or boss monster?
You're so much more depraved
Player one, player two.
Who did you choose?
I don't see any winner.
In the end, both players lose.
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 3:16 AM UTC
Let us Rise and Rejoice for the Wise Controllers of the Streets
Please give praise for the Keepers of Asinine Righteousness
Who have the power to read our minds easy as giving sweets
Esteemed Professors who are World Experts with Greatness
In Neuro-linguistic programming and know all the upbeats
For example anybody with working eyes can see with no cheats
The woman's complexions is not Black even without clearness
Alas I make a joke and lightheartedly say its Black in mirths
Nobel NLP Programmers jump in glee and frenzied eagerness
That is Trigger to void progressive actions with that lady petite
So Professors et vacuous masses devoid of brains go on heats
Sprinkling Blacks all over in project as useless as their dumbness
Tell not dorks I do not see her as black in any way but a tease
Another deluded wasted efforts from the addicted mindlesses
The poor lass graced with honey-gold skin tone is not for meets
Crass semi-illiterates play mind games on levels of bog peats
Psychotic obsessed nonentities with deluded tendentiousness
As if there's a meeting of minds with piffling anodyne greats
Dumbos declaring we are playing with your mind in earness
Show me how a genius compares with Quixotic foolishness
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 2:27 PM UTC
I am long an elegant slender queen with
my beautiful pebble ash marble skin.
And as we rest on the ground lightly
I hold it softly rising like cream and
the finest queen.
As I rise, our eyes become locked welded
together by light we become one.
Together we both look into the world
and into each other.
And I tell you this when this happens I
can be your teacher but I can also be your
pupil.
For I am the Cobra often here as a maintainer as I
rise a thousand soldiers stand to attention.
Cogs are oiled all forgotten becomes remembered
as all souls remember their purpose.
For I am the eyes of GOD.
As I appear all disharmony lifts like an early
morning mist as all slots into place.
All shepherds find their lost sheep and all
the world strays quickly hurry
home.
Attracted to me you maybe but some how
you find you are frozen.
I may not be your lover but I can protect the
lily flower from which your
love can grow from.
Follow me and you may sometimes not
know if I am GOD or the Devil as all I
can promise is that you will grow.
As it sometimes takes a snake to catch
a snake I can be your hired hand your
mercenary, snake my favorite meal.
For giant economic models, political systems
will all fall as I can land an elephant
if I have to.
So be careful what you stand on because I
rise out nothing to six foot tall.
And you will have a choice do I become
your antidote or your poison.
The world will give the childish game of
winning and loosing and I give you the
maturity transcending and evolving.
Wrapped and curled on the earth I will
show you how deeper is much higher.
As we let go of the old I will show you
how to find the antidote by diving deeply
into my poison.
A controllers nightmare as I change myself
completely 4 times a year think you have got me
or is it just a mouthful of old skin as you
are so so yesterday.
Maybe cause a revolution help create some
progress teach the working class to rise
like a King Cobra's.
I will take you to the next plane as we
forget the past like an old skin.
As I transport you through space and time
like Doctor who in his Tardis
But move into disorder and you may feel
the striking force of Kali and Shiva
I can take you out of your revolving door
of life and death you are stuck in
and take you onto the
highway up to heaven.
Stick with me and you will ride on the arrow
head of evolution.
So let my energies flow like a spiraling tornado
and we can move to the next level.
Whether King or Queen there is so much
to learn from the
Beautiful COBRA
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 6:03 PM UTC
There is power within the people.
Not the politicians.
Witness this political climate.
Federal employees on furlough without pay.
TSA employees calling out.
But it was the airline traffic controllers that could have halted it all.
Not a single plane could take flight.
While the elected fools fight.
No pay, no work.
Even the president protection squad could halted his travel.
With just the phase for your safety sir stay within the White House.
ANOTHER SIGN THAT THE POWER IS WITHIN THE PEOPLE.
The group always proposing walls and segregation camps?
Should be the ones assigned to feel the agony of the hurt and pain.
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 12:27 AM UTC
Waltz of
humanity.
Spinning.
Spinning
out of the
goo. Landing
on our feet.
Look around
then organize.
Organize to
survive.
Organization
requires
hierarchy.
Hierarchy
requires power,
power to
control.
Humanity
controlling
humanity.
Structures
with controls.
Some telling
others what
to do.
Power to
control.
The few
controlling
the many.
Always, controllers
controlling.
Doing, saying
whatever it takes
to control.
Kneel and bow
do as you’re
told.
Flaw, control
going viral
planet wide
technology enhanced.
Subjugate whole
with control.
Sad times ahead.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 11:08 AM UTC
Marry me,carry me over the
threshold.
Be bold, be strong,be true and I will ask if you will,
will you answer,
'I do'.
The air traffic controllers had gone out on strike
we arrived at the airport
but sadly no flight,
but it's sure to not spoil our honeymoon night,
and tomorrow
we might go to Bognor.
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 7:11 AM UTC
shattered dreams
American nightmare
ghoulishly stalking mankind
Bilderberg extremists
owl effigy looming
behind the all seeing
eye of rah –
multi-national tycoons
inspire blooming death
radiated waters flush with fluoride
filter through sippy-cups
washing away the taste
of vaccinations
and GMO soy –
mutated masses mumble monotonously
meager motor skills
meandering through melted meadows
masochistic in the macabre –
moonless morning breaks
trails checkerboard the sky
cubism
from air force fly-boys
under orders to implement agenda 21
disguised as protection
from solar radiation
old soil toils under the strain of oil based
pesticides
and molecularly altered
food crops
for profit
and to experience the long lost joy
associated with being a swashbuckling pirate –
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC
His chest moves
upwards then inwards
as a man
would wave
from left to right,
when every breath he borrows
from the atmosphere
is returned
back to where
it once came from.
His mind presents itself
as a knot
to untie
rather than a melody
to twirl to,
And perhaps, this is why
he snores asleep.
Every ten minutes : A Thunder
striking for a second
or two.
He resembles a glass of water
in which the liquid seems clear
though present,
eventually evaporating
as the tasks
he ticks of the lists
every time
his eyes wake
from the dilemma
of justice
in a city
degrading
the artists and the painters,
the poets and the dreamers,
the physicists and the biologists,
whilst praising
corporations handing titles to
women as
inert particles
flying off a boiling ***
and men,
as the controllers
in a virtual video game,
He wasn't dreaming.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 12:28 PM UTC
I am long an elegant slender queen with
my beautiful pebble ash marble skin.
And as we rest on the ground lightly
I hold it softly rising like cream and
the finest queen.
As I rise, our eyes become locked welded
together by light we become one.
Together we both look into the world
and into each other.
And I tell you this when this happens I
can be your teacher but I can also be your
pupil.
For I am the Cobra often here as a maintainer as I
rise a thousand soldiers stand to attention.
Cogs are oiled all forgotten becomes remembered
as all souls remember their purpose.
For I am the eyes of GOD.
As I appear all disharmony lifts like an early
morning mist as all slots into place.
All shepherds find their lost sheep and all
the world strays quickly hurry
home.
Attracted to me you maybe but some how
you find you are frozen.
I may not be your lover but I can protect the
lily flower from which your
love can grow from.
Follow me and you may sometimes not
know if I am GOD or the Devil as all I
can promise is that you will grow.
As it sometimes takes a snake to catch
a snake I can be your hired hand your
mercenary, snake my favorite meal.
For giant economic models, political systems
will all fall as I can land an elephant
if I have to.
So be careful what you stand on because I
rise out nothing to six foot tall.
And you will have a choice do I become
your antidote or your poison.
The world will give the childish game of
winning and loosing and I give you the
maturity transcending and evolving.
Wrapped and curled on the earth I will
show you how deeper is much higher.
As we let go of the old I will show you
how to find the antidote by diving deeply
into my poison.
A controllers nightmare as I change myself
completely 4 times a year think you have got me
or is it just a mouthful of old skin as you
are so so yesterday.
Maybe cause a revolution help create some
progress teach the working class to rise
like a King Cobra's.
I will take you to the next plane as we
forget the past like an old skin.
As I transport you through space and time
like Doctor who in his Tardis
But move into disorder and you may feel
the striking force of Kali and Shiva
I can take you out of your revolving door
of life and death you are stuck in
and take you onto the
highway up to heaven.
Stick with me and you will ride on the arrow
head of evolution.
So let my energies flow like a spiraling tornado
and we can move to the next level.
Whether King or Queen there is so much
to learn from the
Beautiful COBRA
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 5:41 PM UTC
Why is it so, Oh why is it so
That the owners of capital
Inevitably grow
To be possessors of everything
Strategically placed,
Solidly, tangibly
Gunmetal faced?
Owners of newspapers
Head of TV,
Masters of radio
Commercial and free.
Dispensers of policy
Spreaders of gloss,
Keep movers informed
Keep fools at a loss.
Like a puppeteer General
Manipulate strings
Of artillery thunder
And stratosphere wings.
Subliminal ownership
Military wise
Guarantees power
And fortifies ties.
Holding the cards
In Congressional spheres
Ensures positive influence
To leadership ears.
Holding sway
In the ship of state
Commands control
Of those who rate.
Power to publish,
Power to spin,
Manipulative power
To politically win.
Power to generate
Mountains of wealth,
Marauding powers
Of infinite stealth.
Solidly, tangibly
Gunmetal faced,
Owners of capital
Strategically placed.
Controllers of influence
Puller of strings,
Powerful Anchors
...Societal Kings.
Marshalg
@theGate
Mangere Bridge
23 March 2009
Apr 29, 2010
Apr 29, 2010 at 12:53 AM UTC
The hidden motive behind gangstalking, psychological warfare, or a “thought war”?
To destroy the independent thinker and then create a psychological environment with constant “stalking” that´s make independent thinking feels like a controlled, stalked, surveillanced, manipulated,
hacked, compromised, interfered, and in other word this mean,
The Racists, Thieves and their gangsters Controllers don't want anyone to wise up,
leave or free themselves from their control and become a
“independent thinking” system of the Higher Self,
So it raging psychological “thought war” against freedom and free will by constant stalking and harassment.
You little man
Stop laughing because we've got you
You know there's no one else like you around
we've got all the sheeples and they are under our control
they do all we instruct them to do because they are incapable
of independent thinking, they can't think for themselves
and we play with them as we like.
Listen, we just need to wipe your mind
and turn you into a sheeple like all the other morons
under our control.
we have to de-energise you,
demoralize you, **** your spirit and make you
like all the others.
What kind of a being are you
Look at the easy life all the others enjoy
we give them partners, they have jobs, we give them their fun
Make them believe they are free and can do what they want
Yeah, they are chained and under our control, but they don't know
Look at you, out in the cold,
Isolated, disenfranchised and suffering
and you are laughing, Mr Smartie pants
WHO have you seen brave, courageous and intelligent enough
to help you....NO ONE because they are all moronic sheeple
their egos belong to us as is their ******* souls, we own them!
So either **** yourself or go crazy
Your pure, strong, independent, real and good mind
IS DRIVING US CRAZY and we LUCIFER's GENERALs
already the baddest of the bad and raving psychopaths is too
fine a word for us!
Hahaha....hahaha....hahaha.......
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 11:59 AM UTC
N64 Flow
Controllers Rattling
Mario Battling Bowser
Solar Traveling
Star Foxin for hours
Toy Boxes, Trinkets, and World watches
Sipping Soda fizzing
Eating crunchy Frito Snippets
Watching ***** Wonka
wishing I had a golden ticket
Scraped knees, Bicycle Tracking
Wilds woods equal childhood
Blueberry & cheery picking
Kisses from a girl who was
older are still vivid
No witnesses were present, but presents were still given
In the form of innocence
It's was nothing but child play
Assorted memories
Become a part of my current day
Who's to say that I've changed?
As I reminisce, my past was forged of oddities, deceptions of tall tales and everyday Odyssey's
Pictures of wild women, explicit ***********
Disney diluted story's and fictional prophecies
Depictions that lacked religion
Late night Toonami dreams
Insights from other youth
that didn't make sense logically
Visits to the water fountain periodically
Teacher said there's no such thing as dumb questions
but they never answered honestly
Everything I've learned from life
I've already learned from Monopoly
I'm always landing on GO,
therefore I'm moving with the green
House rules obviously
You can interpret that as currency
in our current state physically
But I just see it as a
constant stream of positivity
To create is a state that is channeled by electricity
Childhood memories is my youths ticket for authenticity
Those days were full of fun and madness
This excitement couldn't have been replicated by a smartphone nor tablet
Sunshine & green grass actual outdoor access
Inhale curiosity, exhale the astonishing
Running at full speed, gunning at high velocity
The excitement was never ending
a continuous lottery
Summer books I would never read
Instead, I drew in the summer breeze
Illustrations of disfigured stick figure's and murderous scenes
I realize that I have no idea, who I'm destined to be
I don't know where my next travels will lead
I am but nomad upon a land with no wagon or steed
**** these contraptions for my actions speak louder then screens
An N64 and one controller is all I need
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 11:58 PM UTC
We went from “who loves orange soda?” to take a shot for me.
To waiting in lines at the DMV, from waiting in lines at the school dance like “bruh hold my spot for me”
From N64 controllers to leasing a Toyota Corolla
Dealing with these adult life problems we don’t have no control of
From pillow forts to the rents due
From action figures to hopes of six figures
From razor scooters to shaving with razors
From love letters to car notes
crazy right?
The only losses we worried about were argued through Rock Paper Scissors.
Now we worry about losing jobs, material things and on the news daily we lose our brothers and sisters.
The only pain we felt was scraping our knees on the concrete.
Now we scrape change tryna pay the bills hoping that our ends meet.
I wish I could go back, I close my eyez with my memories and feel gratification.
And the thing I miss most of all at that tender age is my imagination
I can’t believe I couldn’t wait to get big
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 11:24 PM UTC
If i could turn back time,
I want to be the kid who cries over toys,
Not flaws.
If i could turn back time,
I want to laugh until breathing becomes hard,
Not to hide my pain.
If i could turn back time,
I want to turn on the mp3 so i can dance to it,
Not to control my tears.
If i could turn back time,
I want to stay up late using my controllers,
Not pencils.
Empty feelings, hopeless journey.
Invisible existence, slowly fading.
Living in a cruel world,
I'm a dreamer in the darkest reality.
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 8:40 AM UTC
Most weekends I’d go hang out
with my brother Donte and play
video games on the PlayStation 2,
our hands clutching the controllers
uncontrollably.
And as we sat in front of the big
screen TV playing Grand Theft Auto:
San Andreas, there was a gleaming
glow in our serene faces.
We could feel the exhilarating
excitement soaring through
our veins, bursting hearts alive
in the moment, breathing in every
winning second.
When we grew tired of playing
the game, we’d take a walk down
the city streets and giggle about
the most random subjects.
And when night finally came,
we’d take several snapshots
together, my brother holding
the camera in his hands,
pressing the shutter button
of a lasting memory that
would always stay stamped
on our chests.
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 10:27 PM UTC
Life isn't optional,
We are all born,
We all take our fist steps and say our first words,
We all take those steps and we laugh at the joy of the freedom of movement,
We all say our fist words and smile and laugh at the freedom of being understood.
But then we grow older and see these actions in a different light,
our steps controlled and manipulated,
our words changed and banned,
our freedoms gone,
its chained to reason and the higher ups.
so we make bricks of reason, bricks of passion and we fight back how ever we know how as it is said:
“A concept is a brick. It can be used to build a courthouse of reason. Or it can be thrown through the window.”
so what will your choice be to build a house of law like those of past and achieve what so many others have failed,
or do you fight with your bricks and succeed we all others have failed.
Or do we change the course of history!
Take a chance, start the movement, take the first step and speak of freedom.
Not the childish whims of no law and no consequences but the freedom to live.
throw off the chains of technology and social media,
throw off the chains of theology and religion that bind us to war,
throw off the megalomanic controllers of our world and take a stand.
life isn't optional but Freedom is!
break those chains and life for freedom.
live for life its self.
Freedom
Life
we are all intertwined by the decisions that we make.
so lets choose together.
Lets make Freedom possible.
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 11:19 AM UTC
Take control of your fate
Entering the virtual world
You're here for the adventure
And the challenge ahead
Interact with a new place
With the action around
Burning towards your face
Until we shake and break the ground
We shall raise our fists
Onto the air
As we shout it out loud
COME ON!!!!
(Chorus)---
Gamers never play on easy mode
Crank that difficulty and start again
Gamers never play on easy mode
Warriors must strive through the pain
LET'S PLAY THAT GAME ONCE MORE
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Take control of your destiny
Let the fire ride on in the soul
Embark towards the goal
We shall rise and never fall
Together, we become one
As the game lives on
Find another path after we won
Sometimes...
You have to fight alone
Grab your controllers high
The station is running wild
WE SHALL CONTINUE
AFTER WE DIE
LET'S GO!!!
(Chorus)
(Guitar Solo)
Grab your controllers high
The station is running wild
WE SHALL CONTINUE
AFTER WE DIE
LET'S GO!!!
(Chorus)
Gamers never play
Oh yeah!!!
Gamers never play
Oh yeah!!!
GAMERS NEVER PLAY
(ON EASY MODE)
PUT UP THE CHALLENGE!!!!
GAMERS!!!
GAMERS!!!
NEVER
PLAY
ON
EASY MODE
CRANK THAT ****** UP!!!
(Outro Guitar Solo)
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 9:25 PM UTC
Friday morning.
Sun shining brightly.
Train jolted to a sudden halt.
Guard announced over tannoy.
Somewhat garbled.
Sorry ladies and gents.
'We have an issue'.
Can go no further.
Moaning morning service users.
Became somewhat foul mouthed abusers.
Hey guard, what's happening'.
Can't open the doors.
Stuck in this spot.
'Okay ladies and gents I'll level'.
There's a swan on the track.
Our path is blocked.
With a concerned voice he announced.
My fat controllers agreed.
These doors can be undone.
Morning commuters all begone.
Stepped from the train.
Peeped to right.
In front of my eyes a magical site.
Cygnet sat.
Greyish brown on the rails.
Waterloo train.
Held to ransom.
A foot away from death he sat.
Not flustered.
Guarded by the queen.
Went to work.
Cared all day
About how swan got taken away that day.
On way home
Asked the staff.
Relieved at last.
Taken away safe and sound.
Now I smile!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 4:40 PM UTC