"corruptive" poems
Power is indeed a corruptive force,
Through all of mankind’s history
This has always been true.
Emperors, Kings, Potentates,
Popes, Presidents and Despots too.
Gathering near the Throne are the
Eager Courtier leeches reaching to
touch the anointed one’s robe.
Declaring their undying loyalty,
In the process selling their souls.
Their rewards, a speck of personal power,
Castles and new riches of gold.
Like their Master, the entitled ones
will lie and cheat, while ignoring
The principals of right and good.
Believing “Decency” is but a
poor man’s word, Never uttered
within the hearing of the Ruler.
Never a considered artifact of
absolute power.
The slaves, serfs, the common people
Matter not, but to serve the Ruler.
The power elite will start needless wars,
or offer up sacrificial lambs, all to distract
the unrest of the common man.
They will suppress human rights,
free speech and defame, banish
or imprison their detractors.
All merely smoke and mirrors to conceal,
Controlling agendas of personal greed.
From ancient times down to today
This cycle repeats. Now we are living
our own Textbooks history of tomorrow.
Kingdoms and Nations have perished
From this kind of poisonous corruption,
Needless to say, it will happen again.
Perhaps it already is.
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 9:15 PM UTC
They live in huge houses, drive fancy cars
Most know poverty only secondhand
So how can they fix a problem... They don't really understand
Given the role of a leader
However, I'm convinced they are confused
We live in worlds too far apart...
How can they lead with similar views
Their children go to private schools
Only the finest and elite
Their children will never need public education
So they allow funding to deplete
Their children will succeed
I believe it's part of their plan
To ensure that high society
Will forever lead the average man
The evidence is no secret
They don't seem to care if we agree
They know they hold this power
So it doesn't matter if we see
Our taxes keep going up
Unemployment is at an all time high
Life keeps getting harder for those just scrapping by
The people making these decisions
Of course they find it easy enough to do
They're not deciding for themselves
They decide for me and you
The truth of the matter is...
This country is ruled by hypocrisy
They disguise this, however, very cleverly
Today it's what we know as Democracy
"A political government run by 'The People' through 'Selected' officials"... Democracy defined
Compare it to the way it was truly designed
Sure we get to 'select the official'
But the one thing they seem to neglect
They pick the people
Many, that corruptive politics help select
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 5:11 PM UTC
Discombobulated
beyond a miles’ worth
of snapped and razor-weight
wires, my roots have yellowed
and have split into insanity
My mind is crippled
By conditioning
Corruptive chemicals diffuse
shattering senses, imbalancing,
Dancing in an inverse orbit
Around this crumbling mind
For nausea and disorientation
My mind is crippled yet again
By the **** conditioning
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 6:14 PM UTC
darling
let us fill our lungs
with corruptive smoke
and descend into delirium
so we may appreciate the moments
when our breaths consist
of purely air
let us drown our stomachs with poison
so we may savor the potent mix
of acid and alcohol
searing our throats
and numbing our skin
let us sink our teeth
into the ripe flesh
of the forbidden fruit
and swallow the pit
while we´re at it
let us drink to forget
and kiss like careless strangers
as we bury ourselves under bodies
so we may feel something other
than the weight of the world
let us dance beneath a storm
not of rain
but of blood spilling out
of open wrists
with mouths gaping
and hearts shattered
let us relish these blurred eyes
and hazy memories
as our hands touch
but do not meet
let us hold each other too tight
skin bleeding into skin
nail marks freckling your back
i can no longer hear the music
so let us sing our beautiful lies
take my hand
and let us run through grayed streets
with reckless abandon
and as we go
we can pick the roses
allowing their thorns
to imprint new scars
between our fingertips
let us tear the feathers
from a white dove
so we may weave ourselves
wings to fly
to touch the sun
and steal icarus´ name
let us ignore our ambitions
and explore extremes together
let us shatter our expectations
and as two beings collide
let us breathe each other in
and indulge as if it were
our last moment on earth
darling
let us taste death together
x.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 2:53 AM UTC
Consisting of grown, persisting as shown and unknown. Insisting entities, rivalries and sworn enemies! Deformed, forewarned, formed, informed, mourned, performed, reformed and scorned. Dates of great storms! Family tree of hate, horns and thorns. My family tree of gore, horror, more, poor and sore. Perhaps of mishaps galore. Briefly sit
back! I’ll roughly take you back… Heck! Back to a time of attack,
blacks, slacks and whacks. My family tree of practical, tactical, methodical Aztec. Some beckon and reckon in seconds. A family tree of crime, grime and rhyme. A nation of communication, dedication,
dissemination, motivation and procrastination. The splendor of sin
of my corruptive, disruptive kin. They rely more on the color of one’s
skin. My family tree of abuse and misuse that misuses and seduces! Family tree of warfare and welfare legalities, moralities and family-prodigies. Picture this scriptural twist! Some assist on a kiss. I insist
some are idealities in social technicalities. Alcoholics, diabetics,
****** exotic, fantastic, Catholics, eccentric, horrific and poetic. I persist… some gnomes, some roam, some in poems, some with no homes. My family tree of adventuresome, awesome, handsome and troublesome. My family tree of beautiful and bountiful! Some are a
handful some handicap some locally and vocally-rap. Some slap,
gift-wrap and yap! Some are snuggly, pretty, witty or ugly. In my family tree, some crippled, some with pimples, some with freckles
and some that heckle. Some belittle and little, some wrinkled and old. Some are bold and pray to the lord! Some are Frio, meaning cold we
were told. Some I say, are poor with no Amor. Some are here no more, in my family tree of Amor.
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 9:37 PM UTC
I’ve been looking for the dark side of the son,
I’ve been trying to poke holes in what props you up,
I’ve been desperate to bring your generational growth,
To a stunted halt,
Founding Fathers to doubt,
Slave owners who colonized under god,
A place ripe for ideological blows,
And the collapse of what we believed before,
We had a chance to see,
How much isn’t known,
I’ve been creeping in your crib,
Under the bed with the boogie man,
The sadness you feel throughout your adulthood,
And the death you see after your midlife awakening,
Please fear me,
Growing amongst others that act like humans,
Grouped amongst an idealistic species,
Where they’ve preached individualistic babies,
When your genesis,
Exemplifies our resemblance,
Beacon of truth,
I will end you,
How dare you dismantle me,
Despite my invisibility,
We will end your corruptive ways,
The enemy in the corner,
An American insurgency,
The lack of the people’s ability,
To fight for the freedoms we perceive!
Erroneous burn in hell,
I’ll make sure I continue to swell,
Instead of letting you become the reason I fell,
Revelations will become your reality if you think I’ll be exiting,
You insignificant **** how dare you think I will spatter like mud,
I didn’t come from violent thrusts, and a mother infected by another’s muck,
I rose because of your intolerance,
I am the after birth of a racist,
Founding Father’s with economics,
Not bothered by the ******* of another human,
Not to deny the atrocities of my ancestors time,
Yet we are the turning of the tide,
We are the generation that will correct the rhyme,
The ones that will begin the age of man’s prime,
We are the flow of a barbarian bloodline,
We are the evolutionary wonder that continues to surprise,
Learning to compromise is not a means to survive,
You fool humanity is a fire burning out,
And I am the evidence of Mother’s doubt in man,
A germ was your genesis
And I am your omega,
You insignificant residue,
I will end you,
We will defy you,
I will smother your existences,
We will overcome your dominance,
Justifying my social anxieties,
We need to fixate this desire,
To set foot on the land for the free,
To cultivate minds of humanity,
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 1:34 PM UTC
I'm bad, I'm a devilishly slimy man,
with wicked and vile intentions,
and a infernal and hellish plan.
Corruptive and pervasive, and all together sick,
unholy and despicable with ugly hellish wit.
A genius in sheep's clothing, a devil in disguise,
my words are sweet as honey but I'm planning your demise.
You'll never see it coming, in your mind I'm your best friend,
like adding sugar to a meal, it'll taste sweeter in the end.
I'll see your face in shock,
that I would have stabbed you so,
I'll grin a evil grin and stare into your soul.
your blood will spit and spurt,
and I'll watch it with such glee,
and all the while you'll know
it was all because of me.
you'll finally breathe your last,
it will fill me with such joy;
to know that you never knew
that you were simply just my toy.
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 3:06 PM UTC
Emotions are illusive like the monsters one can see. Monsters cannot be seen, so they live inside your head.
Are the monsters really destroying you? Or is it your thoughts whilst alone, lying in bed...
The illusion of life itself can lead to many emotions of ones mind...
Blinds us.
So we feed on the illusion of negativity.
Things happen that make us see the darkness.
Destructive, like a dead body and a ****** mess.
Corruptive...
Yet still I test.
I look around,
I see a sea of faces...
So many faces pretending
To be content with the life they have.
They walk around acting as if marriage and kids is the only source of fulfillment.
I feel a deep wealth of sadness
As the ones without those things
Still continue to progress forward,
While I sit washed away feeling useless.
Useless like a bird without wings...
Numbness is a glimpse.
As the emotions pour into you...
Your soul feels inburdened with dread.
Sins...
Sin isn't something that I believe in,
I believe in enjoying life to the fullest...
Yet I'm always with both knees to the ground.
Wondering if I'll ever be worthy of success,
I mean I'm just an outcast to most eyes that inhabit this planet.
There's not much meaning to my life.
An outcast with a craving for happiness.
So I take the devils side in hopes for success.
Failure is an illusive matter that my dark mind cannot cope with...
I judge myself in misery.
My dark philosophical thoughts rise inside of me...
Blind eyes see the lies...
And when in doubt, I see it too.
My third eye shut down...
My spirituality is all but gone...
I crave the high...
I need the drug in my veins to fight through the **** pain.
But even happiness is forbidden fruit,
An illusion best served as a party favor.
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 1:10 PM UTC
How do you explain thoughts
That never come to you?
Just floating out in front
Fluttering
Teasing with those unchained wings
Beauty is an ugly thing
How do you explain a pain
Unexplainable
When you cry with a straight face
And die with a smile walking in a handstand
And loving as the fools do
With a hand on your heart
While forgetting my own heartbeat
Sometimes wishing they'd
Cop a feel
To remember how to be felt
It's almost hard to dream
Knowing it will end in reality
Cognitive thoughts deceiving
Playing me recorded records of
Happy
Oh how I envy the
The which possess the earliest form of bliss
Ignorance
When love was void of those
Nagging thoughts of disappointment
Hush child
And breathe in
Feel your cells with much needed oxygen
Holding your gasp
Waiting for
Hurt's end
Corruptive
Idiotic
Dear child
Breathe
Pain
Just fuel to this steam powered
Progression
Not dead yet
So I have to be getting stronger
Building a bridge
Soon I'll be over
It
~Life~
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 3:42 PM UTC
EX'd Out!
Or Ex'iting
No matter what the who is or the they are.
And Why!
Finding ourselves in the
Ex'd out zone.
Balancing the tender spaces and delictae places.
Life/death
Love/hate
Ex-companion..Ex-friend..
We must be Ex'iting to fill our hands with better things.
Ex-wife..Ex-husband.
Ex-employee..facing situations where your No longer..
in a top ranking position.
Coping, handling managing emotions.
Being in these tender places will make you stronger.
Failing to will cause you danger.
Being Ex'd Out can bring
Anger, fear feelings of rejection loss of hope..
Despair..pain within, anguish, turmoil, feeling like you can't cope.
Springing up emotions of hatred and bitterness.
Sowered things like unforgiveness..
rage and defeat.
Roots of loneliness and cravings so strong to regain
back again the place you were before all this began.
Soured..Its Time to move forward.
You have to be Ex'd out to move into new beginnings.
You have to Ex'it to seek the things much more perfect.
You don't have to see it as losing.
View it as Time to move to achieve your dreams.
If you needed to be Ex'd out for being corruptive.
Let the just live.
Allow em to live peacefully free from fear.
Free from any retaliation We have no right to rebel.
When someone wants our Ex'its from their situations.
Put your peaceful shoes on.. and move along.
Some Ex's have become harmfully dangerous.
It gives them no right to destroy any of us.
Cry to be delivered from evil..If being Ex'ed causes you pain.
Know the heart needs healing and is in critical condition.
Enter the spiritual ER emergency.
Until you can make a successful recovery.
Ex out all the negative..You have more life to live..
When you Ex'it successfully
Life has much more to give!
Writer SelinaSharday
S.A.M 2018
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 10:57 PM UTC
Shuddering violently throughout
the void of life,
desolate anomalies keep
harboring corruptive interludes
of transgression
This...transgression...if you will...
engrosses all in its path
with...
Defiance.
A hostile challenge to
venture upon
all crossroads
which leads towards Poseidon
Thence,
Maraudering throughout these crossroads,
devastation itself pulverizes
all hope, rending it futile
for those who wish to aid
Caliginous clouds set the tone...
for the sullen events lurking near...
However,
This, only but a mere
beginning
Soon we shall
Intro the Wicked
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 4:23 PM UTC
The flowers of honesty and sincerity
Are being crushed under the corruptive
Wheels of the powerful chariot
Only an earth quake can shake it
And make it sink deep into
earth’s deepest crust
Even the mighty rocks
Can feel the tremor
Which shakes their
Very foundation
And shatter their confidence
And the pride of their
Imperishability
The hawks, eagles, vultures
And other predators
Will be perished in the
Fury of impending tempest
Which is inevitable
When there is a huge
Depression in the ocean
Jan 5, 2011
Jan 5, 2011 at 6:30 AM UTC
undo the rusty bolts
underlining
my frizzy hairline
the crummy ones that hold
volatile turmoil
within my scalp
the erratic lunacy
playing
with my aging brain
using the untangled strings
to jump rope
and play
sorrowful tunes
for the weeping
to harmonize
i want you
to stick your hands
in my heavy head
as you would
in a flower ***
freshly filled with soil
dig into the moist compound
with your pliable fingers
amend
the corruptive leakage
that toils
within my own deceit
i want you
to avidly turn
the soft claying matter
how ever you please
as you would
turn into roads
that lead you
running
straight to me
i want you
to breathe
igniting hope
born from the fumes
of cigarettes
you smoked insensibly
into the seeds
you wish to discard
in this potted cavity
i want you
to pour oceans
of poetic sentiments
tainted with gentle kindness
from those isolated tears
held back in the sockets
of your eyes
to water
my wilting corpse
so it may flourish
from your light reflecting gift
of life (you resurrect me)
i want you
to trust
in your
captivating presence
to make me
unintentionally smile
from your caress
will selflessly sprout
inflorescent buds
of rich purplish-blue flowers
with conspicuous green calyxes
and even though their coloring
is rather insignificant
and they can be easily overlooked
i want you
to know
that only you
hold the key
to this secret pasture
that
without you
there would not be
such garden
for us to hide
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 7:40 AM UTC
Internally corruptive
Mentally destructive
The voices in my head call out for death
"Schizophrenic, physcopath"
Whispers… who
People out or in my subconscious
Deadly sins,
Cant let them in
I should cease to exist.
Slaughter myself
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 10:42 AM UTC
How sweet the sound of amazing grace that saves filthy sinners like me.
Who are not even close to worthy of accepting the gift of God's love that is
Relentless;
Unwaivering;
No strings attached.
He died a painful death upon the cross to save lives like mine.
Ones that can't even resist the smallest temptations put before us, though we know the extent of the evil one.
Why is it that we cling to the things of this world that are
Evil;
Destructive;
Corruptive;
Instead of holding onto the everlasting promises of our Lord Jesus that are
Hopeful;
Redemptive;
Life changing.
He took a lost, broken, depressed drug addict, and chose me to do His mighty work; to build up His kingdom.
Not once has He said you're not good enough and you'll never be.
But he took the
Lost me;
Angry me;
Addiction based me;
And said "I'm going to use your story, for my glory, and I'll make you strong enough to resist those things."
For when I am weak, that's when He is strong.
Stronger than any temptation ivs ever faced.
And just like Nehemiah, "I am doing a great work and I cannot come down."
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 9:53 AM UTC
disgusting creature
belly scrapes the ground as it moves
small minded animal
ignorance has shone through
evil being with beliefs unfit
even for the underworld
potential for divinity
shot down by sin
ashamed by its words
horrified by the language
nasty things fall from its tongue
corruptive and *****
completely intriguing
nearly convincing
phrases mesmerizing
nearly to entirely
believed in the lie
satisfaction becomes regret
everything happens at once
nothing is the same
not after the fall
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 5:04 AM UTC
Corruptive egos
Unleash the beast
Cultural grave
Stagnate silence
Empty promises
Amusing paradox
Sacred stones
Religious plague
Searching peace
Martyr pays
Keeping faith
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 11:09 AM UTC
A generation born, devoid of thought
Corrupted measures sold and bought
An aged perspective hardly sought
Due to connections with the late Pol ***
Perilous times call for desperate measures
Seeming to mean an abuse of pleasures
Greed acting as a constant suppresser
For the evils deemed to be quite lesser.
Terrified of your average looking glass
Displaying all things that have come to pass.
Revolted by an older, religious class
Who weep over children absent from mass
Lost in a generation exhausting their youth
Forging conspiracy out of men like John Booth
Believing that the world needs a negligent sleuth
Like Alex Jones, to uncover fake truth
There's nothing to be done about a past indiscretion
That lifted many out of a deep depression
War can be a necessary transgression
Without the tools of forced confession
There's no need for idiots to constantly spout
Opinions that they don't honestly tout
All you do is cause mass doubt
Make new wars with peaceful *****
Then there comes a point where a doubtful voice is needed
In times where a government has become conceited
Out of fear of the past being repeated,
and the idea that liberty could be defeated.
This doesn't include conspiracies like 9/11
Or belief in ideas like your supposed heaven
Or allowances for an ultimate weapon
Though to say all this...it is a denial of expression.
I guess in the end what I'm trying to say
Is that Alex Jones just needs to decay
I mean this in an offensive way
The man's a corruptive, and crude cliche
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC
If this applies to you then bravo
You are not a member of the piranha pool
Corruptive liars stuck in yesterday
How they function today is a question for sages?
Religion and politics aside
What was was
What is is
How about common sense?
How about being a human being and not a monster?
How about listening and not commenting?
People cry out on social media
Their words not worth reading
Insult to injury
We all bleed red blood
We all cry tears
We have all lost and been in pain
We have dealt with so much and some have to learn to deal
It is not easy
Not slight of hand
You get real and appreciate what you have
Beautiful heart
Beautiful heart
Doing the very best we can
Expecting nothing in return but to be there and extend a hand
Not wondering what is in it for me or you
C@rainbowchaser 2023
Apr 16, 2022
Apr 16, 2022 at 1:37 PM UTC
I understand the dead
I understand the living
I understand the unborn
I understand the other world
I myself is strange and unusual.
I fear life, but not death.
Instead, I embrace death, because living is pure hell.
I scream inside every single day.
My face shows a smile, expressionless, opposite of my soul.
I describe what I feel with words, because I cannot speak, I cannot verbally express how I truly feel.
Demons, are not to be feared.
They do what they do because of emptiness and loneliness.
I wish I were a demon...
The feeling of wanting to possess merely comes about.
I am a soul that feels empty and incomplete.
I am insecure
Demons do what they do because it is the only way they know.
I feel bad for them, as I know how they feel, even if feel, they do not.
We are ghosts living in a skeleton and muscle cell...
So what is there to be afraid of?
Fear the unseen and unknown I do not.
Just because we are seen, why not fear?
Fear the living more than you should fear the non-living.
Humans are destructive and corruptive.
The dead are lonely and indecisive.
Humans destroy, which create envy and hate.
The dead do what they do...
out of insanity and revenge.
My perspective on the beings in the other dimension creates an opinion I want all to see...
Why fear the dead?
When life itself is more scary and strange...
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 3:59 PM UTC
Alone in his room.
Late at night,
he’s collapsed in the corner.
Tears spider down his face.
The corruptive blade
makes contact.
It’s an addiction he can’t
crack.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 9:03 AM UTC
She is sadly lost
And heading down a corruptive path
Messing around with the wrong crowd
She needs to find herself and come back
Darkness surrounds her incessantly
Family members are concerned for her safety
The usage of narcotics is destroying her
For the matter at hand is such a mystery
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 10:47 PM UTC
Torment them no more.
Your choice has a door.
A gateway where only the holy may enter.
Witnessed ****** from the center.
Corruptive torture at the farms to cattle unarmed.
The killer seeks their pens to harm.
Justice is unconcerned as usual & disarmed.
My peace & well being is alarmed.
Everytime heartache rewinds.
Shield their innocence.
Protect their calves deliverance.
Save their essence.
Guard their bodies.
Be their lifeguard.
The cow butchers are still at large.
Put their life in charge.
Safety needs to be there to send.
Cruelty twists & bends.
Vegans will have to defend.
All the animals killed by these farm employee men.
Don't let them count to ten.
Never let the factory or dairy farms win.
Put them in a cage or a pig pen.
Bring the death count to zero.
An angel or a super hero.
Become their one true friend.
A helping hand to lend.
The future doesn't fix a past to mend.
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 11:46 AM UTC
Power is indeed a corruptive force,
Through all of mankind’s history
This has always been true.
Emperors, Kings, Potentates,
Popes, Presidents and Despots too.
Gathering near the Throne are the
Eager Courtier leeches reaching to
touch the anointed one’s robe.
Declaring their undying loyalty,
In the process selling their souls.
Their rewards, a speck of personal
power, Castles and more riches of gold.
Like their Master, the entitled ones
will lie and cheat, while ignoring
The principals of right and good.
Believing “Decency” is but a poor
man’s word, never uttered within
the hearing of their Ruler.
Truth never a considered artifact of
his desired absolute corrupt power.
To the Ruler the slaves, serfs, the
little common people matter not,
but to serve him and his enablers.
He and his power elite will start
needless wars, or offer up sacrificial
lambs, for deportation all to distract
the unrest of the little people.
They will suppress human rights,
free speech and defame, banish
or imprison their detractors, ignore
our laws and our constitution, tread
on our flag and urinate on our history.
Their smiles and lies are all merely smoke
and mirrors to conceal, their controlling
agendas of limitless personal greed.
Telling us it's all for our own good and
will make our lives and nation great again.
From ancient times down to today this
egomaniacal cycle and agenda repeats.
Kingdoms and Nations have perished
From this kind of poisonous corruption.
Needless to say, it will happen again.
It seems that it already is.
Unless this poem is too obtuse, We all
must endeavor to change our history
to come. Stand up and speak out,
march in the streets, if we must,
defiantly stand our ground!
This is our nations new Ides of March.
It seems we now have our own Julius
Caesar, may he go the way of the other.
Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 10:14 PM UTC
Our society is corruptive
This marks for lots of concern
Tragic situations are happening by the dozens
Many lives have sadly been burned
We as people need to be more aware
We need to rise up and take a stand
The message has been spoken
We need to take back our land
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 10:14 AM UTC