"decrypted" poems
Oh young barret of the night. Who steals from the dreams of lost sain children like Moloch. The decrypted white house was nothing but A sanctuary for degenerates. the man… MAD… MAD was the man MAD, was the house, MAD were the claimers, MAD were the slaves to the slick but king of so called glam MAD was the man MAD MAD MAD.
The barret was entering the house, leaving behind all. what has become of my young love asks me? he enters. MAD was he who entered the trap, MAD was he who allowed, MAD was who gave no warning of the moloch sacrifice being made to the two of his so called servants. MAD was all i say MAD MAD MAD, MAD was he who wanted to be hailed like Fernand, MAD was he who wanted to be king like Henry the 8th, MAD was he who wanted to use like Baron Neuvillette, MAD was he who wanted doll oh doll how can you do this.
Oh ADONAL for if you do exist why have you allowed this, oh ADONAL for if you exist why have you for seen this, oh ADONAl for if you exist why have you told of my eternity. Oh ADONAL why? are you mad? for the people shall not say oh ADONAL well this blow over as fast as Holly or as fast of yourself.
he who does as told, he who does what he thinks right for his so called gift. MAD for the betrayal of trust between the packed, MAD was he for the lack of word, Like a mute oh ADONAL like a mute he was! MAD was he who acted like Bromdens father, MAD .
MAD MAD MAD MAD MAD is I for the envolvment of my cellar of time, MAD is I for what i have started and what have become of my creations, MAD is I for all, MAD is I for you, for she, for he, for ***** all mad, MAD is I for maybe i is mad.
written by Keone L Friesian. copyright to Keone Friesian
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 1:35 AM UTC
***** girl. godly beast.
I couldn't be
one of those
beautifuls
if I pleased.
tribal bones stained
with European empirico
I am black death disease,
just human trash
that learned to read
& I believe bootleg genius
is being
massively reproduced
more cheaply & as we speak
is being weakened
so as to be spoon fed
to the cool kids.
yknow they
couldn't do it
by themselves.
never sweated.
laughed instead
yes
I seen em
inchin to the edge
but
I didn't
do anything about it.
I kinda feel guilty
cause I didn't
do anything about it.
It's just a ****** up
awful sound,
a whole generation
hitting the ground
at once.
Man. it really
puts things in perspective.
kinda makes you wonder
what's coming next.
medicine medley
ineffectual
malady infectious
witch hunt etiquette,
I think in pictures
disney depictions of
apocalyptic ****
yet to be decrypted
I rip myself to pieces
every day.
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 5:36 AM UTC
This is my diary
of the world,
a trillion million
copies of the one,
digital diamonds,
faceted and mirrored,
dispersed on binary winds,
encoded, decrypted.
It is the proof of my love,
tangibly viewed,
empty
handed
txt
4
u
(-_-)
now i am forever
hardened
hewn
cut
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 1:26 PM UTC
This silent sentinel haunted by time,
Unearthly screams and violent crimes!
Abandoned; decrypted, this barren womb.
In darkling corners, a petrified tomb,
Where unbidden echoes hammer at the walls
As the wraiths creep on their hollow foot-falls.
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 1:26 AM UTC
Calico drones line fences and gates
resurrected from old motherboards.
Iron and silicone in contrast with
the decrypted analog sound bites
made from mothers tears.
The lucky village idiots
smoke chloroform cigarettes.
And they all miss the carnage.
The unlucky idiots smoked anything
they could get their grubby lips on.
To be wakeful in the womb of schism
seems far more terrifying than parachuting.
But jump away little one,
for fear will make you mad
or it will make you stronger.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC
so I have decrypted
the puzzles of your syllables
that lies
in the eyes of fireflies
in hopes that it will
illuminate
both
your obfuscous heart
and
your nebulous mind
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
The illusion of power,
Grandiosely secured,
Dreams, we hold dearly.
Controlled environments,
Machinework in souls.
Metabiological cyborgs,
Reanimating constructions,
Perceptions in a simulation.
Will we love another?
Will artificial intelligence
Teach us love.
Will oxytocin flicker?
Receptors are to respond
to the empathy chemical,
and the altruism principle.
As such, a society is divided
By humanity and machinery.
The movement to transcend is strong.
The will to remain, strong also.
Boulders catapulted toward eachother
By ancient war tribes
Brought from the past,
Ressurrected from textbooks.
Time repeats itself,
Cyclical, spiral, constant.
And the simu-film ends.
The audience applauds.
Human emotion,
Intensity and experience,
Life is lived vicariously,
The new man is just as old as the old man,
Our future is within the present.
The future is today,
The movement is you.
The action now.
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 1:46 AM UTC
#**When not Writing
The Heart all Dazed
The Mind Unfazed
A bit of This A bit of That
Byte to Byte ,Data Updated
The Thoughts well Encrypted
In The Arrays of The Mind
In Words , In Time to be Decrypted
Organised and Stacked
Link Listed
Processed
And
Retrieved**#
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 8:12 AM UTC
Outlines of a bird
Flying, but unstirred
In the bleak presence
Of phosphorescence!
Knots untying themselves
Loud ringing bells
Emanating petrichor
On the luminous floor!
Construction deconstruction
Misconstruction misconception
Blocks above blocks
Clocks! Moving clocks!
On the whole
It is a black box
Ready to go down the hole
Without a key, but with infinite locks
Encrypted Decrypted
Protected Unprotected
Waves after waves
Castles made of clays!
Ready for the outburst
Ready to explode
To find a body, to be the first
To walk on the forlorn road
Search is on
For the companion
The illusionary ally
Turns out to be an alter-ego
Unstoppable flow!
Unraveling mazes,
Retracing the traces
There are too many places
With a multitude of faces
Its a frantic search
From the inside
It is the soul searching for a soul!!
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 2:38 AM UTC
Shimmer glows in the night sky
Light years away
What's your size
Bright beautiful stellar star
From whence your glow you get
Masses round the clock color planet earth
Mortals back and forth
Light bulb flicker along
You are a star
You can reach the stars
Martian or Mortal
Reach the stars to be no more human
Star to equal another accolade
A mile stone a light year decrypted
On to the next frontier
Another colony in sight
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 9:09 PM UTC
Deleted decrypted
Inside rewind
Go back to who you know
To be
Opening lines
Paralyzed victim
Last one more ride
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 9:50 AM UTC