"demoralizing" poems
You hide in plain sight as does day when engulfed by night
For darkness is simply…. The absence of light
You claim to have special enlightenment
And that your knowledge is for the better good of the people
Pledge your allegiance and your success will be imminent
Break your pledge and your death will be discrete
So why would you become part of something so “elite”?
With only one thing in mind; to see the human race in defeat.
An interminable amount of subliminal messages
Hinting at events that are destructive, demoralizing, and deceptive.
9/11… was it really an act of terrorism?
Or was it just an evil plot… something you guys expected?
Al-quaeda and the Taliban… roaming around in the lands of Iran
But on the land I walk some say it’s a misperception
Just a façade in our brain so the government secrets are protected.
Michael Jackson… and the Kennedy assassination
Were they both untimely events in American history?
Ghandi, The King, Malcolm X, Princess Diana, Shakur,
Paul, Marley, the Kennedys’, Lennon, Fredinand, Lincoln!!
All of whom were either at your feet or tried to make your secret secrete
These deaths… from assassination to suicide… were all… “unfortunate” to the human eye?
Or were they “fortunate” for the Eye of the Beholder?
But why go to such great extent to have these powerful and influential people wiped from the human race?
To keep a secret that has been soooo well kept for hundreds of years?
A secret society that is not so discrete… anymore
Hidden in plain sight and away from the human eye…..
Trying to keep a disguise that will lead to our eventual demise
You aren’t doing the world any favors
By keeping an explicitly intricate order in store
You’re favoring your own world under one order
By intricately deceiving the minds of innocent citizens
So, you hide in plain sight, the light of the earth
A light you hope one day becomes permanently dark
Cause once again, darkness is only the absence of light.
With no light, we will be forced at the feet of your might
Despite a fight, with no light and your might, we’re all just mites stuck on your flight of new world order.
Well let me just end on this… **** THE ILLUMINATI!
Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 12:52 PM UTC
Broke
( broken!)
--
Yeah?
So what?
--
--
Can you possibly just try
To
Do nothing else than
Live
With
GENEROSITY OF SPIRIT
&
ETERNAL
COMPLETE
ABSOLUTELY UNCOMPROMISING LOVE?
Live with dignity
Die in eachother's
Pure hearts
--
Come on!
Enough **** suffering
&
**** suffering Poetry!!
DAMN'
It's getting disgusting!
Demoralizing!
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GENEROSITY OF SPIRIT!
ALL TOGETHER NOW
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 4:39 PM UTC
the world is adorned with a million windows
the bleakest night has a thousand eyes
daylight shines into the globes darkest corners
truth will ultimately expose all lies
NASA’s satellites circle
Tropic of Cancer latitudes
cameras pinpoint the disease
metastasizing in the body of Homs
from stratospheric limits
sensitive lenses read the names
magic markers have scrawled
onto white sheets covering the dead
YouTube gets Oscar consideration
for grisly cinematography
a real-time visceral docudrama
of panting fascists gleefully tramping
through the desecrated streets
coolly administering a coup de gras
to a city on its knees, pleading release
from an **** of incessant bloodletting
twitter records desperate tweets
the batting wings of endangered flocks
furiously thumbing into the blogosphere
calls for UN intervention that falls on blind eyes
BBC reportage,
the global gold standard
for journalistic excellence
scoops the stories
of London based FSA partisans
awaiting repatriation to scatter
Bashar’s Kodachrome killers
Has the All Seeing Eye
who has graced us with sight
laughingly curse us with vision?
Does the
One Caring Eye of the Universe
bless us with perception
to haunt us with images?
Has
The One Thats Sees Everything
blinked closed the eye of compassion?
Has the horror of Homs
become too much even for
The Universal Eye of Love?
the opened eyes
of a dead child
reflects our
cold winter
of indifference
demoralizing
dehumanizing
a watching world
Music Selection
Grateful Dead Eyes of the World
Oakland
3/2/12
jbm
Mar 2, 2012
Mar 2, 2012 at 12:04 PM UTC
If I became your ex
What would you tell the world
Would you tell them a side of me that loved you
Would you tell them about the late night texts
Would you tell them about the 12 hour conversations that ended when the sun came up
Would you tell them about how I would pick you up, go on random trips
Hold you tight when fear was near
Wipe your tears
Trace all your scars
Would you tell them about the dreams I lost while trying to make your dream a reality
Would you tell them about the hours I worked just to get you the finest things
Would you tell them about the insecurity wall you helped me build over the years
Would you tell them about how toxic I became
While your heart fed me poisoned love
Or would you tell them about an expectation you set so high, that no one could attain
Better yet to build your confidence would you tell them how a terrible person I am
but leave out the part in which you helped me become who I am
Let me save you the time
and just leave you with this
If you chose to love a past you couldn’t get past you shouldn’t of committed to making a worse past, a past that promoted demoralizing a broken heart, a past that left scars a surgeon could close
Crying out for closure in a room full of hunted memories!
So please don’t read a book you not willing finish,
me and you are the authors to my insecurity
Apr 8, 2022
Apr 8, 2022 at 6:21 PM UTC
Fallacy of peril charade, conflicted demoralizing vagrant silenced through the abysmal destitution of a grated emotion, filled with blanketed pasty words, comforted through embellished demeanor of our imperfection.
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 3:57 AM UTC
I will not allow anyone' s judgments further even one more moment of self doubt
They can't break me.
The demoralizing words cast my way mean nothing and the lack of faith,
Stronger it will make me.
Finally I have realized that I do not have to live up to their set of standards, always trying to impress.
I alone will break their mold.
No longer will I vie for others affection or seek to achieve someone else's perfection,
I will let my own story unfold.
My mistakes are unique to just myself, I will embrace them, learn and keep moving on.
Standing true on my own two feet.
I will have both successes and failures throughout the journey before me.
Never again shall I give into defeat.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 7:07 AM UTC
Shouts, pounds,
Squeaking trainers,
And once again I'm just one,
Of a team of failures.
My name is called,
I hear too late,
Whip round my head,
But take the full weight.
Glasses fly off,
I fall to the floor,
Dazed and out of breath,
And a demoralizing score.
The world becomes blurred,
And nothing is clear,
Except the laughter,
The accusatory jeers.
This is my reward,
For trying my best?
Well in that case enjoy your three man team,
Because I need a rest.
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 12:38 PM UTC
A double sided day.
One of joy,
one of pain.
The torrential ticking
of time passing.
The never-ending questions
of what to do,
what to say?
Never mind and ignore
that which makes you sad.
Instead remember and wish for
that which makes you glad.
One plan,
one goal,
battered and beaten
it still holds strong.
Forgoing loneliness
for internal company.
Ignoring those around
for sheer simplicity.
But what can you say?
“It’s better this way”?
As perpetual concern is raised
for a clearly addled brain.
Longing for that one redeeming moment
of and otherwise bleak day.
As the minutes begin to stretch
and hours fade away.
Can’t anybody see
how demoralizing
such a day can be,
or how much pain
a lonely face
has had to face today?
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
Utter rejection
Fear injection
I'm about to quit
Tired of this ********
Completely demoralizing
Seemingly finalizing
Soul crushing
Emotions rushing
Fears evolving
This is all involving
Self reliant
Feeling defiant
**** the machine
They don't play clean
Utter manipulation
Choking creation
Do what they say
They can pay
It's depressing
It's distressing
Stand up, shout, scream
Don't be afraid to dream
Its insanity
A tribute to vanity
Shallow thinking
Heavy drinking
Try to escape
The intellectual ****
Someone will listen
And there eyes will glisten
Jan 19, 2012
Jan 19, 2012 at 11:38 PM UTC
All I can hear every single day
is to study hard, and get good grades.
But no one could see, how much I've tried,
and a wall blocks out all my screams for help
Every single test paper I take
is just a reminder of how dumb I can get.
Demoralizing me in every way possible,
I seek for the easiest way to end all my misery
Time continues to fly past
and day by day I'm falling further.
Left stranded in my own despair,
I resorted to what I know I would regret
Filling my lungs with disgusting black ash,
I wandered around alone and lost.
All the pain has now been numb,
as red liquid flows out from the cuts on my wrist
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 5:58 AM UTC
Just remember, the most common face can hide the most sinful acts of humanity. And generally no worse the rest of us. For any evil to be accepted, one must spend time demoralizing it in the public sphere. Let it become normal. Remember, ignorance is bliss and Lavey first Satanic sin is in regards to stupidity. For most, morals and ethics are for the others in suits and one’s in isolated libraries. For it at times, monotonous, boring, lowkey, faceless and holding no emotion. In a fog, you can buy a gift for a boy, jumping joy and wagging tail, to which lives in amazement, as smiles from friends, surprised to see crime in the streets as no one places value on education. Do not judge the one who preaches evil, but judge on the size of the mob and every individual there. Anyone in modern age can be anything, including a higher power and veiled pagan attributes. Evil is cannot be cured with evil, as it eats on the same table as you. As a Satanist, I am my own hero and greatest enemy. If I contribute to reality, that is my only connection to a larger society. For both goodness and evil is relative. People work, people live, people love and people cry. Nothing in this world people hold more dearer to their hearts than the things they had worked for. As for that, it is where evil will value. To be completely successful in this life, requires a lot of ego and more ignorance, when it’s too late, your soul had been lost.
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Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 7:53 PM UTC
How does one feel when they glimpse
the pure night sky?
Alone,
Enthralled,
Fascinated,
Questioning,
And yet,
Dismal.
For we see only half, of the whole truth.
What stars?
I have seen the stars,
This is not their irradiant glory,
This is a poor semblance,
A portrayal of our Ignorance.
We cannot see
The stars,
By our own hands we have blinded ourselves,
From the single-most
Awe-inspiring,
Demoralizing,
Ego-diminishing experience,
And it shows.
Constantly busying ourselves,
we fail to make time to gaze skyward and
dwell,
When you look at the sky, you are
Forced to question.
Those who do not look,
Do not question,
Those who do not question,
Accept,
And those who accept,
are blind.
Blind,
Deaf,
And dumb.
Led here,
Led there,
From pasture to pasture.
Fed ideas like they’re kibble,
And the dogs are hungry.
It’s a dangerous thing,
to gaze up,
There is always the chance
Of choking
On your own existence.
How will we awaken the masses
From their eternal slumber?
A difficult task when
their heads lull ,
from the self-induced hypnosis.
The light is what we need,
And they stars,
They give it.
But we drown it out,
and substitute it with
the eternal hum of the artificial glow.
Deprivation,
The population thrives on it.
Honestly,
I would be stunned,
Nay, terrified,
If every mind awoke to the reality,
of the vast insignificance.
You can hear the minds imploding.
You can feel the torrent
of individual thought.
Danger.
Terror threat level Severe,
Burning red.
I have seen the stars,
Filling every void in the infinite blackness,
Radiating their celestial secrets,
Tantalizingly close to revelation,
Yet lost in translation.
You find your true self,
When alone with the stars,
No one except,
Your thoughts.
Oh,
what a dangerous place to be,
Floating somewhere between consciousness,
and stellar knowledge.
Will you rise to the Astral Summons?
Seek respite
from the electron hum,
Find yourself under the endless
luminous canopy,
And question.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 9:49 PM UTC
When the world is all against you,
And there’s no place to hide,
When you feel you are all alone,
And nobody is there by your side,
Don’t let your heart sink,
Sit back;
Concentrate;
And think:
Is it the circumstances,
Or you?
Who is at fault?
Who should be accused of this thing,
Which will soon be a (terrible) past?
Never mind the circumstances.
Those are just jerks of life,
Only to make you realize,
The price of happiness and smile.
For not all days are same,
Not always full of fame.
Anything monotonous can be boring,
So let us be prepared,
For some fun change,
Some adventure, and swing.
But, this small dip,
In your happiness graph,
Can be demoralizing.
Don’t you be disheartened,
Just as good times have passed,
This will also pass,
This will soon be a memory,
Though bad,
Of a long gone past.
Think yourself:
Will this matter in the years to come?
Will you even remember it,
The cause or the result?
In better times, probably not.
Things are not that terrible,
As much as we make them,
We rethink about the cause,
And not something to cope with it,
A solution maybe,
To put all this to a pause.
Even if you feel helpless,
You are actually not.
Don’t blame anyone,
Or anything,
Focus at present,
And think positively.
Stand up,
Gain some strength,
Remember your beautiful past,
And get back to work,
Work again,
Strive again,
Towards your goal,
Endurance might cause some pain,
But success will make you forget all this.
When success arrives,
It comes with bundles:
Bundles of joys,
Of happiness and contentment.
Look: then, good times will be back,
And bad memories,
Will just be a wasteful stack.
What matters the most,
Is now.
Spend it wisely,
You figure it: how.
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC
He walks amongst you
Smiles at you
Yet trusts no one,
Not even himself;
How can he?
As a child, you hide under the covers
Safe.
But he tosses and turns to the rhythm of gunfire.
Dreaded dreams of fallen comrades,
Within his mind, he can never be
Safe.
Waking hours are no comfort
Wandering
Plagued by demoralizing daylight exposing the death,
Witnessed in his wake
He numbs his emotions instead of heartache
Wandering.
I walk among you
I try to smile
Yet I’m drowning, reliving that nightmare
I don’t even trust myself
How could I?
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
Magical, yet deafening
Inside the crawl, the strive was real
No
It must not
One can see but not be seen
Hear but not be heard
Are you blind?
Are you hearing me?
What truth, what dreams may come?
But not let us forget
The tale in the wild
The tale of truth behind that of wisdom and meaning
There is no self demoralizing way to establish security from scrutiny
Run....
run....
run
No!
Hide......
.......but don't
Always found and never hidden
Welcome
You have arrived
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 4:22 AM UTC
If life taught me anything, it's that dreams come with sacrifices.
I had to let go of some bad habits and a couple vices
Cos what's worse than bullets that leave your body lifeless?
Staying alive with ambitions that don't materialize. Its
Pretty funny how some folks fail to realize this
And those who do find the process Pretty demoralizing
It's pretty easy to look pretty in every picture
Changing poses and positions like it's kama sutra
I mean, your life isn't fake, you really own it don't ya?
But in the place of your dreams, you got some guilty pleasure
You swear one day, you'll change and grow
But first let's cop that new iphone;
"Versace Versace, **** I'm glowing"
"No plan B, this is all I know"
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 2:12 AM UTC
I love my e-cigarette,
my smoking stick..
Reminding me of
an Aboriginal elder,
passing their pipe
of peace around the circle,
only to be passed
to that White Devil
full of guild..
Did the White Devil
know which way
the story was going to go?
Too much guile
would have had to been sensed.
Perhaps there was no game plan,
only the rhythm of Life..
like a bucking horses'
up's and down's..
and jerking from
side to side.
The end result being
a stallion's broken spirit..
From the whip's full of pinch,
the lashes of the crop..
And the spurs full of vengeful thrusts,
in no way, in any way of any winning,
Only a demoralizing, and a shaming.
The Evil White Devil,
his Evil didn't stop after
he hunted down the Warrior.
The Warriors Scalp taking,
perhaps an angry, brutality exposing
of a weakness in their spirit
when standing beside the Great Spirit's fullness'
No, no, It all has to be "owned up to".
Then perhaps a healing will take place,
A healing to where blame is resolved
by confession and understanding,
not by putting a monetary value on it,
but by a Love for by a Love's knowing.
The dreams I have when I smoke my pipe.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 3:57 PM UTC
There will be a time
when the entire realm of freedom
will evaporate into the night.
Fire will rage through your land of mirth,
Wisdom will shake hands
with the ruins of
your last, very personal encounter
in bed...
An entire generation is swaying...
Swaying unto the horizon of
knowledge.
A deep despair
of a dissatisfied, demoralizing death.
Death will speak to you
even in the processions you take part...
Even when there is a ray
of sunlight creeping through
the cracks of time...
It will smile to you like
a warm, friendly hand.
I do not speak of love
It is out of the box of my comprehension.
Or apprehension.
But oh my brother!
I wait for the sign love carved on the guitar...
I will stare at the clouds
and wait...
I will look out for the
poets of other worlds
to leap into my soul...
I prefer darkness to light,
and the night to the day
for the night brings me
my Moon...
I can hide my true self in its realms...
If you look upon me
O dear sweet night,
bring m the time when
the world, so bright in itself,
will need no light.
I shall not rest
till the night provides
light to all...
Though political,
yet philosophical
will be the times...
and till that day
arrives
When Freedom shall plant
a sweet kiss
upon my lips.
And then my wretched soul shall
rest in the arms of Death
And travel onto a happier world
and
wait...wait...wait...
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 3:48 PM UTC
there is morbidity in ur heart, the devil has stuck a finger thru ur ear n punctured ur brain injecting u with the macabre n melancholies of the underworld
ur mind is atrophy, demons have kissed u with sin
666
ur ominous soul is stuck in the void.. the wicked place between life n death. life in ur mind but death in ur heart, angels of evil will ascend to dance with u until ur nothing more than a demoralizing corpse
soon u will be a desolate carcass while ur mind, body n soul belong 2 the inferno of agony that is ur hell
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 11:52 PM UTC
It's this ism of schism,
And lost in racism with perpetuated choatic cataclysm.
This fixation with complication,
And devotion to destruction.
Lines of grape vine leading to purely deluded wine,
What was devine shine left in oh so decline of our prime.
This determination to provocation,
With invocation to division.
Stuck in the darkness becoming blind,
So **** blind by our hate filthy grime of our sinful crime.
It is our limitation to our self infliction,
For all action comes with reaction.
Time and time again feast dine not knowing our fine line,
To define what is right of mine,
this line this line pathway to beyonder.
To build this rotten fruition,
It is but infliction leading to degregation.
What is this demoralizing scene, hatred, digression of the old days displayed among our mist?
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 9:46 PM UTC
I've seen the world
give thought and joy
to the most demoralizing
objects.
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 11:50 PM UTC
See the TRUTH and shame the devil
Tell the truth and shame the devil
duplicity, chicanery, Machiavellian and being disingenuous
all have consequences that you will pay for eventually
You have ruined names, reputations, careers and a happy home
in what you lied is some revolution against 'Elitism'
when they truth is a racist mobbing of a successful black couple
who stood up to a thieving racist family and thus your racist war
Tell the truth and shame the devil
you and your mob of criminal gang-stalkers and fooled vigilantes
have framed, fabricated, manipulated, hounded and intimidated
gone through every insidious permutations of Gang-stalkers Manual
thinking I would have broken down or committed suicide by now
you taken an innocent couple, divided them and wrecked love
you've ruined careers, made me jobless, isolated me, spread poison
Tell the truth and shame the devil
you keep on fabricating lies to hide your evil deeds and manners
got unaware masses believing your framing and cover ups
after creating false and staged incidences and happenings
all done to keep stitching me up as you have always done
fooling people into believing they are gods controlling things
selling dummies to people and mugging their intelligence
Tell the truth and shame the devil
you racist bullies picking on a black man because he has no gang
because he is polished and calm, you assume he'll fall in no time
you diminish my strength, stoicism, by creating false reasons
my self-respect, self-assurance and self control you hinge on false
premises, inferring I can only maintain your enforced celibacy
because I am stripping women with my eyes or gaping at big *****
Tell the truth and shame the devil
You are racist criminals hell bent on silencing and destroying me
I am standing still cause I am innocent, confident, intelligent brave
I do not operate through the base instincts of people like you
who are governed by their simple minds and uninformed emotions
childish, immature, base, uncouth, crass indulgent, simplistic *****
your asinine attempts at manipulation or control is all a big con
on the masses who you have hood=winked from day one till now
Tell the truth and shame the devil
off-course you can not because you are all born liars and psychos
triggers, hinges, anchors, sensitizing, gas-lighting, hazing, softening, terrorizing, demoralizing, how long you have been at it,
I am still standing, I am not scared of low lives, **** and criminals
You can fool all the people some of the time and some of the people all the time, but you cannot fool all the people all the time.
Tell the truth and shame the devil
Tell the truth and shame the devil
Tell the truth and shame the devil
Tell the truth and shame the devil
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
This is a poem I wrote and posted in 2013 and it hits homes so very much for me I had to revisit it.
I will not allow anyone' s judgments further even one more moment of self doubt
They can't break me.
The demoralizing words cast my way mean nothing and the lack of faith,
Stronger it will make me.
Finally I have realized that I do not have to live up to their set of standards, always trying to impress.
I alone will break their mold.
No longer will I vie for others affection or seek to achieve someone else's perfection,
I will let my own story unfold.
My mistakes are unique to just myself, I will embrace them, learn and keep moving on.
Standing true on my own two feet.
I will have both successes and failures throughout the journey before me.
Never again shall I give into defeat.
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
Because of the asphyxiation
Of the inebriation caused by another soul,
Perhaps she is the half to complete your whole.
Spending your time in reverie
Woolgathering the next time you’re fortunate enough to see
Her smile.
Overthinking comes naturally
So Plans are fabricated tactfully to meet with her again,
Thoughts of her consuming you like some euphoric sin.
The infatuation only brief
Ends usually with demoralizing grief
So they call it a crush
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 12:48 AM UTC