"destabilize" poems
1. Spread claims you are the only one who can stop corrupt politicians and their dependence on the rich (even though you yourself belong to the rich)
2. Spread lies and insults about anyone who might look like a serious opponent
3. Once you are in power, continue 1. & 2. and put your rich friends into influential positions in state offices and courts, give tax breaks to the rich and claim that everyone benefits from them. Declare any information that runs counter to your lies „fake news“.
4. Invent threats to the security and well-being of the nation and then claim you are the one who can solve all the problems by strict measures, like building a 2,000 mile wall against those criminal immigrants that threaten your people – what the „fake news“ reports as a few thousand refugees from neighboring countries who flee from misery and persecution and crime and hope to get asylum in your country of 350 million.
5. Cut your aid programs for the home countries of those resfugees so that the situation there worsens even more and even more people will try to run for a better life, and you can rhetorically justify inhuman security measures at your borders.
6. On a different field, isolate your country internationally, be the elefant in the china shop, break or end international agreements, destabilize whole regions, and then threaten to send the military – all of which, you tell your voters, makes your country great again.
7. Start trade wars with old global partners, accusing them of taking advantage of your countrty, and when your own economy suffers from such idiocies, calm your afflicted followers with federal subsidies that jolt the nationl deficit to singular heights.
8. Fire (or mob into retirement) any critical person in your government until all your officials speak with your voice.
9. Look around for a worthy cause to be the focus of your consoldidated power.
10. Start a world war and lose it.
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 5:21 PM UTC
Rocket engines into the sky do blast
Rocket engines burning into the void
Rocket engines could it be the end of man and time
Rocket engines are they our destabilize
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 8:09 PM UTC
I observe, without seeing it the discourse of history in my blood
Hear it, feel its silent speech, its frantic rush, and its inner dialogue
Like a hidden undercurrent coursing through all my veins
The inner space of speech, the redundance of images
A sympathetic attunement to the dimensions of words
That is the medium of my new translation
A new complete language, now, for the first time accompanies my thoughts.
My body is already loaded with the nuclear impulse of an outcast
Demanding a proliferation of attentions, seeking the androgynous coupling of opposites
A fascination showers me I become bewildered by my own questioning
Study my nakedness in the mirror seeking to replace it with something else
I am about to reverse the process of viewing the world, confuse my sensory responses
Challenge all with a double, I wish to distort and destabilize
To divide between mental image and physical reality
This gives me immense pleasure
Apr 11, 2012
Apr 11, 2012 at 5:59 PM UTC
Caught surprised
We fall down ******
Whilst drinking with an anaesthetist
So we sought the fat ventriloquist
Sat down upon his greasy fist.
He said:
We have your measure
By birth and by hat size
Domestic displeasure
Subvert and destabilize
More bread and more butter
Hold her nose and she swallows
While Rome burns
We toast marshmallows.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC
She's got it all, creativity and intelligence
And like a fish to water, you squirm towards her
I hope she breaks you down, rips you up, **** benevolence
Watch her seize your heart, squeeze it tight
Till all your blood gushes out, watch her paint with it
You can be her tragedy, just fuel for her "creativity"
When you caress her lips it's like an inferno, but her eyes are like ice
Watch her paralyze and destabilize you
Sweetheart, don't you know that artists never place nice?
I want to see you come crawling to me, aching and pathetic
So I can bleed out whatever is left of you, watch you wallow in pity
Revenge is a ***** and I can't promise she'll be as quick and easy as you like.
Baby, I loved you, but you denied my affection
The nights we spent, so much time wasted...
So don't you dare come around looking for my attention
I want her to slaughter your ego, till it's all gone
Like you've done to me so many times before
I want to see it waste you when she does you wrong
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 5:10 PM UTC
i am struggling
my sense-seeking mind, reasons
with my confused, but forgiving heart...
to go, or not to go,
to do...or not to do,
go with traditions...or start a change,
to abstain...to be absent,
.............and...be ******
this battle exhausts me...though,
i know...at any time, whatever i do,
especially, this lenten season
God is everywhere, i so feel Him,
He is near me.....as i think of Him...
it doesn't make me less of a Christian
i just have less things to do
this thursday, friday and saturday...
for, i opted for something else:
in my solitude, i would have---
M-ORE time...........to reflect.....to
E-NGAGE in contemplative thoughts...to be strong, to
A-VOID all kinds of meat i so hunger for....to not be
T-ROUBLED, when tremors of the soul, seek to destabilize...
I know myself...i've come this far,
traditions may change, things may falter,
but, never...my Faith in Him.....
Sally
Copyright April 14, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 10:20 PM UTC
With impunity
They invade, destabilize
Clear cut tyranny
Aug 17, 2021
Aug 17, 2021 at 10:28 AM UTC
the current occupier of the white house
is unable to lead the battle against the pandemic
sends unmarked secret police
to push peaceful protesters into unmarked vans
lets police use tear gas and rubber bullets
to clear a place for a photo-op before a church
into which he has never set foot
holding up a bible which he most likely never read
spreads birther lies about possible opponents
tries to defund the US postal service
because he is afraid of mail-in votes
attempts to destroy anti-pollution laws
that improve people’s health
wants to abolish Medicaid
tries to celebrate a wishy-washy peace agreement
between UAE and Israel as his success
throwing the Palestinians under the bus
& cetera & cetera & cetera
all he has managed to do in three-and-a-half years
is destroy many achievements of his predecessors
destabilize world diplomatic alliances
insult longtime allies and cuddle up to authoritarian leaders
killing 170,000 {updated 300.000] Americans due to his lack of leadership
sending tens of millions into unemployment and joblessness
and blame everybody else in the world for his blatant incompetence
today the USA have lost all credit
among the global community
and left a vacuum
China and Russia are racing to fill
make America great again?
the best cynical joke of the past 120 years
Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 1:22 PM UTC
Though you lose, thus becoming an intimate as a lover or friend, brother or sister, parent,
you will always lose through attrition or accident.
We know that 9/11’s are attrition and
love is always an accident, because
we reap what we sow, and never choose whom we love.
Attrition is the rain, forming
from pressure within the skies,
high and low temperatures at Armageddon:
yin and yang becoming earth’s tears.
Accident is the rain, vilifying
the evil of being from these two lessers of the skies,
love is sought but never found or found at odd places:
yin and yang becomes earth’s joy.
Thus, rain is a lie, liar, lying, saying
joy and love at the same time.
But love is not from this world. It is
not recognized, but named… “No” to the world’s belligerence.
We know love is expressed by this action, yes…
Thus, it’s not a lie. Love cannot be otherwise
or we would’ve never crucified the Savior
or our true loves for the world…
Love cannot exist naked.
It is always ready to be whipped, strangled, maimed
as Jesus or a twice victimed Iraqui,
the third world or as Salvadore Allende.*
But I love the rain despite my self.
It is within the reach of definitions
but not confirmations. So, love
like rain cannot be held hostage
by human view nor divine postage.
I love as it rains, I rain as I love.
From here, in my prayer, let my love of rain be love.
*Found in Voices of a People’s History of the United States, by Howard Zinn and Anthony Arnove, and the now canonical historical work of the United States by the same Howard Zinn’s A People’s History of the United States: “Watergate had made both the FBI and the CIA look bad---breaking the laws they were sworn to uphold, cooperating with Nixon in his burglary jobs and illegal wiretapping. In 1975, congressional committees in the House [of Representatives] and Senate began investigations of both the FBI and CIA…It was also learned from the investigation that the CIA---with the collusion of a secret Committee of Forty headed by Henry Kissinger—had worked to ”destabilize” the Chilean government headed by Salvadore Allende , a Marxist who had been elected president in one of the rare free elections in Latin America.” (pp.554). For a more balanced view on the complicity of Kissinger and his role in U.S foreign policy, moreover his role in the death of Allende, see or read the acclaimed movie or book: The Trials Henry Kissinger.
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
By the ruins of her home the child dazed
high winds had blown it down
terrified lost the behaviour crazed
nothing could save the town
from the force of natures mighty power
survivors could only cower!
Nature takes no sides without mercy strikes
that mankind cannot control
as the instruments alarm showing the spikes
millions pay the toll
as leaders battle to dominate in their wealth
affecting stability and health!
The pitiful sight of children and adults pleading
for basic necessities of living
increases as the climate begins to destabilize
yet sharing for many unforgiving
even images of devastation and the dead
on humanities path will not tread!
Those secure in their bubble of comfort and joy
should remember nature can easily destroy!
The Foureyed Poet.
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 11:07 AM UTC
Look I miss you a ton
Although it seems like we just begun
This affair will be my undone
It's not just the *** which is on a level all its own
Makes me feel like I'm King on a throne
But I miss the 'you get me' part even more
The thing is I ain't strong enough or whatever to handle the deception .
Eventually we'll have to deal with the pain of rejection
We are playing with nuclear bombs with the potential to destabilize a lot of lives
I don't think I'd survive
The guilt is eating me alive
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
Something shifted, in my persona.
I’ve become dark and twisted,
Sick grin that comes in like Ammonia.
You know nothing, for ya just a John snow loner.
I’m sick of yawl white walkers who hate on me cause my skins darker.
But I’ll expose you like mysterio did to Peter Parker.
Whatever the cost may be even if I’m deemed a demon or a martyr.
It doesn’t matter to me, the classiest mc.
That’ll burn ya like a third degree.
Then we’ll see if you’ll remember me.
I bring substance that goes in deep like surgery.
And If ya want stale bread buy a drake Cd.
But if ya want soul, stay tuned to me.
The number one public enemy.
That calls out racism, corruption and misogyny,
Which makes privileged pigs upset with me.
But those blinded ******** don’t faze me.
For I wanna see the day where we regain some sense of humanity.
Freedom for all except for blah blah blah, ***** you and your hateful ideology.
Freedom for all no exceptions, are you listening?
Freedom for all if you want to have prosperity.
Freedom for all in order to not fear other cultural identities.
Is that so hard to ask ese?
Apparently so,
Transparency shows,
conspiracy rules,
Nations divided like the boarders we hold.
Kids locked up head to toe.
Shooters in schools,
Religious believers killed.
Oh can you see that we are fools?
In our home and native lands that colonists stole.
Make America and Canada great Again, but it wasn’t even great before.
Get to know the true history,
In order to destabilize the core.
Of racist and sexist doctrine that our countries still hold.
In God we trust but even Gods not that cold.
Don’t blame your religion for being a complete legalistic *******
You won’t deceive my eyes with all your wool.
So stop being a tool.
For its about time to get off your stepping stool.
And maybe get yourself educated instead of spreading hate like some fool.
For that should just be a classically common sense rule.
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 1:42 AM UTC
& the helpless
Rather then let them just hang around
And destabilize the place
Thank god for law and order !!
Thank god for god !
( for he is our champion ! )
)(
we are surrounded by sheepled PC liberals
Trying to make us queer !
They are telling us to make love
To our mothers and to have ***
With the pope !
-
my son who is in 5th grade
Is taking a course called
HOW TO BEHEAD THE INFIDEL
And it is mandatory !
Or he will get no virgins for the afternoon
**** practice
)(
Them liberal obaminated ******** for Hillary !
Thank god I know !
•
:;:;:;
The days brain washings flow over me like waves at the beach a drunken sailor
and I boogie - woogie
With the heart beat of the American culture
As I zoom around the race track with my *** s
Blazing !
With the cameras rolling
And all the **** showing
And the flags a waving
But no homeless helpless people
Hanging around
Destabilizing the place
.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 5:50 AM UTC
If its meant to bug
the bug must have died
If its meant to torment
the pain can't be found
If its meant to taunt
the imbeciles are not making sense
If its meant to degrade
the commodity reads 'non-degradable'
If its meant to ridicule
its become a case of 'from the ridiculous to the sublime'
If its meant to destabilize
the foundation is unshakable and holds firm
If its meant to remind
staged and artificial memories are null and void
If its meant to sow doubts and uncertainties
the seeds are edible parrot seeds and can't germinate
If its meant to confuse and haze
the teacher has a fool-proof dictionary
If its meant to overload thoughts and mind
kid's nursery rhymes are not meant for erudite considerations
If its meant to depress and demoralize
Actors know characterizations are discarded off-stage
So what have we got
Well, on the news today, it says more and more youths
having mental health issues without adequate treatment facilities
unfortunately the internet provides an outlet for dark expressions
Ah so what we have
are
dark and damaged minds
sad, frustrated, angry venting
the tosh, codswallop, frenzied sick crazed deluded outpouring
of the pathetic inadequate souls suffering....suffering desperately
looking for relief, anything to make them feel just a bit better!
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 7:34 AM UTC
Ever think why we hate?
these thoughts we need to assassinate
a dictator hater with a hateful nature
a rattlesnake.
love we should demonstrate
kindness is the drive we need to motivate
change evident even in cold hearts it penetrates
happiness within if we open our minds and stop chasing
dragons who are missing it never existed
stop talking and listen
To the voice inside calling
for us to be great again
without anger or pain
without chaos which rains on our parade.
our leaders degenerate creating feeble divides
while their pockets line
yet humanities
battling on the front line losing our lives
for reasons benign, forget it it's our time
for us to consciously reach a higher consciousness
start using common sense let's stop the
ridiculous in this merry-go-round of ridiculousness
we are the masses let us unite on a higher conscious
find peace on the inside forget all the lies
created to erupt hatred they rationalize
to destabilize. Stand up awoken and arise
let's usher in a new civilization with peace
and attainable dreams, excluding the screams
In our hearts and minds.
Dec 3, 2023
Dec 3, 2023 at 3:19 PM UTC
I write to the only people who can commit genocide and get away with not writing it in their own history books.
To the "winners".
To you, Anglo that support military intervention that destabilize entire countries just so you can keep a cheap labor force to come clean your **** every two weeks or whenever Ms. Smith thinks is adequate.
To you that split my continent in two.
To you that still assassinate our leaders.
To you that incite violence in foreign lands.
To you that have been breaking in and looting our homes for centuries and then complain when we move in next door.
To you that blindly follow uncle Sam.
To you that rise walls instead of bridges
To you who close your doors to the land of our cousins Navajo.
To you, who sit in every corner to stuff your faces with food made by the hands you hate.
To you, who sit in the sun for hours to have our skin color, but without the prejudice.
To you, who still gets offended because we're not separated anymore.
To you, who still seek to divide us.
This is for the cowboys that tip their hats to tell you good morning and when twilight falls they put their hoods on and kneel on a black brother's neck.
And that's another thing.
You turned your back on half of your people.
People who have been forgotten for decades living in projects.
People who are rotting in jail for committing a crime that could've gone unpunished if only they didn't have so much pigmentation in their skin.
Did you forget already that it was them who looked after your home?
Did you forget that it was them who sowed your cotton fields?
Or that they built all your monuments?
Did you forget that they fought beside you to stop a genocide in Europe all while still silently crying theirs?
Did you forget that it was them who raised your ancestors? And if it wasn't for the lumberjack they would've raised you too.
But I do not speak to all anglos.
There's some I want to thank.
Those who have helped me more than my own brothers.
Those who welcomed me with open arms
Those who without letting out a laughter, tried to decipher what I was trying to tell them.
Those who wants us here because they get it.
Those who use their privilege so injustices reach the ears of the ignoramus who sits on the left wing of the house that was once the home of the lumberjack.
Those are the real sons of Washington.
You are just a bunch of sons of *******
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 5:21 PM UTC
Every time you try to pull that trigger, the action destabilizes! Leaving you without wounds from the inside out. Actions have consequences. Especially when yours isn’t good enough for the misfired bullet. Further actions destabilize even more. Showing the blockage of bullets cramming the gun barrel. Gun barrel becomes lost in its own action. Rendering its actions futile. More misfiring bullets go off! Nothing sprouts from the gun with love on its mind. Firearm cartridge is burning up! Feeling abandoned by itself. To much cramming volunteers mucking up too many services. Feeling more destabilizing numbness. Gun barrel becomes more exhausted. Numbness is no longer the issue. All actions have now taken away feeling. Doesn’t matter. Won’t stop the action from destabilizing further into a nothingness claim. A claim trapped in a misfired action. Halted all it’s processes. Resorting blockage sharing entire feelings with the first misfired bullet. Love becomes escapable.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 1:26 AM UTC
To think of you- love,
is to invoke a hurricane of passion-
that sweeps my sanity,
that bristles my lust,
spinning me my soporific life,
in a torrential effusions that electrify my entire body.
To think of you,
is wilt away the discretion,
to lose all control,
and
run towards your cyclones,
that excite me,
that roar at me,
and,
renders me languid,
Yes, that’s how it is when I think of you.
Is to feel strong gusts of desire,
which destabilize the gable of my prudence,
that enchant my mindfulness,
that plummets modesty,
that drags me to your ardor,
and
I plunges me, in the bursts of your passion.
To think of you-my love
is having to move my imagination,
due to the discernable trail,
that my trembling body leaves as evidence,
in my immaculate snowy sheets.
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Tu
(mi huracán de pasión)
Pensarte amor,
es invocar un huracán de pasiones--
que me arrasa la cordura,
que me eriza la lujuria,
que me gira mis soporífera vida,
en una lluvia torrencial de efusiones
que electrifican mi cuerpo entero.
Pensarte,
es sudar la vergüenza,
perder los estribos,
de querer tras tus ciclones,
que me alelan,
que me excitan,
que me gritan,
que me bajan y me suben.
Si, así, es pensarte.
es sentir fuertes marejadas en mi centro,
que desestabilizan el techo de mi prudencia,
que me hechizan la conciencia,
que empinan el pudor,
que me arrastran a tu ardor,
y
me funden en la ráfagas de tu pasión.
Pensarte,
es tener que mudar mi imaginación,
por los visibles daños,
que deja mi tembloroso cuerpo como prueba
en mis inmaculadas sábanas.
LeydisProse
7/24/2017
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 4:55 PM UTC
somewhere in the frost of mind
is my destabilize brain
Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 5:21 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Shock waves through a nation
Rapidly losing patience
With a president
Who’s not the man they sent
To Washington DC
Nor will he ever be
The kind of person who delivers
What he promised campaign givers
All he does is lies
And give convenient alibis
For the fact he failed
And needs to be assailed
For being on an ego trip
He’s all bluster and all lip
And everybody knows
He’s not the man they chose
Surrounded by sycophants
Same old music same old dance
And none of ‘em are qualified
For the jobs that they applied
They’re clearly a ship of fools
That he uses as his tools
To slowly destabilize
Right before the people’s eyes
And the Russians would appear
To be everywhere
Though that fact might be absurd
He hasn’t said one nasty word
About Russians to this date
Or Vladimir who we all hate
His blind supporter are now seeing
That he’s a worthless human being
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2017. All rights reserved.
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 7:37 AM UTC