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"dictatorships" poems
Look in the mirror Look at the clock Look at the time It never has stopped It only goes forward It's a one way walk See how you have been growing You ask yourself, "where have the days been going?" Time can only progress Yes, the river of life is always flowing We lived cabins And castles and caves We came from Adam and eve We evolved from apes From Socrates and Homer To Napoleon and Alexander the Great The minds that desired knowing And the enlightened ones glowing People can only advance Yes the river of life is always flowing Revolutions and rebellions Riots and revolts Great discoveries A key, a kite and a lightning bolt Great writings and inventions Innovations from inspiring jolts Improvement was showing To the future the world was going Humanity only began to develop Yes the river of life is always flowing Religions and sciences Economics and politics Television and radio Monarchies and dictatorships Tanks and machine guns Atomic bombs and battle ships We went from arrow shooting and spear throwing The muskets needed reloading To nuclear weapons Yes the river of life is always flowing Exploring new lands To find the world wasn't flat To find silver and gold And buried artifacts To establish new territories And expand the map The searching ship kept rowing As civilization went on growing Accomplishments of the past Yes the river of life is always flowing Boats and rail roads Fair trade and industry World wide markets Over land and sea To keep out nations going And stablize the economy But now every country has money that they're owing And the land that they're owning Is has evolved Yes the river of life is always flowing Social reforms Counter cultures fight They protest strongly For equal civil rights The world's in constant change Every day turns into night Every opening has its closing And then it comes back again As long as there's someone hoping Yes the river of life is always flowing We put people into space We have fought for equality Created a world from nothing And advanced technology We've struggle to go to where we are And continue to go strongly The opportunities fate has been bestowing We look forward to see what is ahead The memories and mysteries the hourglass is holding Yes the river of life is always flowing
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Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
The River of Life is Always Flowing
Look in the mirror Look at the clock Look at the time It never has stopped It only goes forward It's a one way walk See how you have been growing You ask yourself, "where have the days been going?" Time can only progress Yes, the river of life is always flowing We lived cabins And castles and caves We came from Adam and eve We evolved from apes From Socrates and Homer To Napoleon and Alexander the Great The minds that desired knowing And the enlightened ones glowing People can only advance Yes the river of life is always flowing Revolutions and rebellions Riots and revolts Great discoveries A key, a kite and a lightning bolt Great writings and inventions Innovations from inspiring jolts Improvement was showing To the future the world was going Humanity only began to develop Yes the river of life is always flowing Religions and sciences Economics and politics Television and radio Monarchies and dictatorships Tanks and machine guns Atomic bombs and battle ships We went from arrow shooting and spear throwing The muskets needed reloading To nuclear weapons Yes the river of life is always flowing Exploring new lands To find the world wasn't flat To find silver and gold And buried artifacts To establish new territories And expand the map The searching ship kept rowing As civilization went on growing Accomplishments of the past Yes the river of life is always flowing Boats and rail roads Fair trade and industry World wide markets Over land and sea To keep out nations going And stablize the economy But now every country has money that they're owing And the land that they're owning Is has evolved Yes the river of life is always flowing Social reforms Counter cultures fight They protest strongly For equal civil rights The world's in constant change Every day turns into night Every opening has its closing And then it comes back again As long as there's someone hoping Yes the river of life is always flowing We put people into space We have fought for equality Created a world from nothing And advanced technology We've struggle to go to where we are And continue to go strongly The opportunities fate has been bestowing We look forward to see what is ahead The memories and mysteries the hourglass is holding Yes the river of life is always flowing
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Goodbye dictatorships, you're no good for anyone now, no more hitlers, no more chairman maos. Goodbye dictatorships, no more killing, no more ruining lives, no more wars, no more fights. Goodbye dictatorships, we don't want you anymore, you make people racist, you make people poor. Goodbye dictatorships, you're time has passed, no more censorship, no more heads of states stealing all the cash. Goodbye dictatorships, it is time for you to go, no more feeding propoganda, no more controlling what people know. Goodbye dictatorships, and let freedom rule. Goodbye dictatorships, we don't want you. Goodbye dictatorships, let people break their chains, Goodbye dictatorships, and let anarchy reign! Goodbye dictatorships, let people break their chains, Goodbye dictatorships, and let anarchy reign!
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Jun 3, 2011
Jun 3, 2011 at 1:03 AM UTC
Goodbye dictatorships
(Earnestly) I beg to move the motion Standing on the Order Paper In my name and those good names Of my Right Honourable Friends. Straight up, I’ll say, it’s right that we this House Should debate this issue, should pass judgement. That is democracy; that is our Right That others elsewhere struggle for in vain. Again I’ll say I do not disrespect The wavering of those not yet convinced. This is a tough choice and – yes – a stark one: To stand down our committed troops and turn back Or to hold firm and so continue on. I strongly believe that we must hold firm. The question most people will ask is not Why does it matter – no – but why so much? Well, as we brave this new Millenium And face up to the Nation’s greatest threat With our majority already stretched, A resignation from the cabinet, With all the other parties also split, With everywhere the closest of allies In disagreement while on different sides Those who usually would not agree Agree on this. The people, this parliament Echo the discord with an echo made Less bitter as time passes, not less grave. So why, then, does it matter quite so much? Because the outcome of our firm resolve Will find itself determining much more Than Iraq’s future and her peoples’ fate More than the liberty of an whole race Brutalized in Saddam’s sick sick name. It will in fact decide the way in which Britain, the world and we confront the threats Our right to liberty requires met. It will, what’s more, affect the UN’s role, EU relations, Transatlantic ties, The manners of the US in the world. It will prove the political pattern For a generation, perhaps more, to come. This is no longer the time to falter; I will not be party to such a course. This is now the time for this house to lead; To show that we will fearlessly confront Terror, tyranny and dictatorships Which threaten to put all our lives at risk. To show that at this moment of decision We have the courage, we have the vision To do the right thing. I beg to move the motion…
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Feb 22, 2011
Feb 22, 2011 at 1:58 AM UTC
Tony Blair 's Speech to Parliament on the Eve of the Iraq War
(Earnestly) I beg to move the motion Standing on the Order Paper In my name and those good names Of my Right Honourable Friends. Straight up, I’ll say, it’s right that we this House Should debate this issue, should pass judgement. That is democracy; that is our Right That others elsewhere struggle for in vain. Again I’ll say I do not disrespect The wavering of those not yet convinced. This is a tough choice and – yes – a stark one: To stand down our committed troops and turn back Or to hold firm and so continue on. I strongly believe that we must hold firm. The question most people will ask is not Why does it matter – no – but why so much? Well, as we brave this new Millenium And face up to the Nation’s greatest threat With our majority already stretched, A resignation from the cabinet, With all the other parties also split, With everywhere the closest of allies In disagreement while on different sides Those who usually would not agree Agree on this. The people, this parliament Echo the discord with an echo made Less bitter as time passes, not less grave. So why, then, does it matter quite so much? Because the outcome of our firm resolve Will find itself determining much more Than Iraq’s future and her peoples’ fate More than the liberty of an whole race Brutalized in Saddam’s sick sick name. It will in fact decide the way in which Britain, the world and we confront the threats Our right to liberty requires met. It will, what’s more, affect the UN’s role, EU relations, Transatlantic ties, The manners of the US in the world. It will prove the political pattern For a generation, perhaps more, to come. This is no longer the time to falter; I will not be party to such a course. This is now the time for this house to lead; To show that we will fearlessly confront Terror, tyranny and dictatorships Which threaten to put all our lives at risk. To show that at this moment of decision We have the courage, we have the vision To do the right thing. I beg to move the motion…
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I don’t care about Religion! Or Antibiotics! Terror! Embryos! Poetry! None of it! I don’t care about the Chinese! The Americans! Christians! Jews! Muslims! Any Nation or Nationality! I don’t care about you! Or your feelings! Any other human! Inclusive myself! I don’t care about freedom or dictatorships. I don’t care about war or peace. I don’t care about the pollution. The ozone layer. The Panda Bear or any other endangered species. I don’t care about what you are thinking. Or for that matter what you say. I don’t care about stupidity or intelligence. F… arseholes. Clever thinking. I don’t care about ethics deals or moral principles. Mass ****** Genocide. Wrong or rights. I don’t care about the good life or the bad life. Blind black homeless or shabby white trash. Don’t care if you can read between the lines or not. Don’t care if you care or not. I just don’t care! It's all so insignificant to the whole ******* Universe!
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Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 8:17 AM UTC
******* Universe!
The Church is the undying antagonist to the soul, What was once a pure practice, has now been sold, It's an undying commodity That sells definitive absolution, An unresting subsidy That force-feeds their pollution. - The throats of unsure masses, Are at their max capacity, The unknowing public, Craves Leaders' depravity. To find God, one must first find themself, Or find themself subjected To a liar's daunting Hell. The contradictions in the library of religions, Written on Earth by men, with their own conditions, Have soiled the name of God's Word, They chose the verses carefully to Distribute amongst the heard. - For Christians such as I, Where is Judas, where is Mary? Their gospels from the Holy Book Ripped out and now miscarried, Why did a peaceful Pope and King Sanctify a genocide? How do they know that Heaven, For this exception, will subside? - Does God not weep at the loss, Of any children slain upon his Earth? So then why must we put Hindus, Jews, Christians, Muslims, and Buddhists through eternal rebirth? - Each faction that lies herein Has flaws amongst themselves, The contradictory messages, Lie entwined and fervently spelled. - Why does each religion preach To love among another, Yet wars are caused on their basis, Of freedom from each other? Look into your heart of hearts, And "excuse" this ungodly behavior, Save yourself your ******* pity And start your own God to savor. Find within yourself what is right, Not to them, but to your own mind, God will see your heart open, With righteousness and kind. - We take the written, and copied oral stories, Scribed years after the event By man to mean they are of God's own lips And to man we do repent. That is blasphemy in itself And we lie to one another, About what we "know" to believe, And chastise our own brothers. - This is why fewer Believe, It is our elders' longing fault, That they cannot explain questions, Without expressing their own flaws. The generations are no longer stupid, But intelligent and wise, They do not see within themselves, That God himself in guise, Of tests and corrupt men, Within the religious establishment, These dictatorships, Are meant to blind us from within. Release your heart and remain steadfast, Their cultures cannot then bite, We will achieve Paradise through Freedom, And the evil, my God will smite.
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Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 7:30 AM UTC
This Is Blasphemy.
The Church is the undying antagonist to the soul, What was once a pure practice, has now been sold, It's an undying commodity That sells definitive absolution, An unresting subsidy That force-feeds their pollution. - The throats of unsure masses, Are at their max capacity, The unknowing public, Craves Leaders' depravity. To find God, one must first find themself, Or find themself subjected To a liar's daunting Hell. The contradictions in the library of religions, Written on Earth by men, with their own conditions, Have soiled the name of God's Word, They chose the verses carefully to Distribute amongst the heard. - For Christians such as I, Where is Judas, where is Mary? Their gospels from the Holy Book Ripped out and now miscarried, Why did a peaceful Pope and King Sanctify a genocide? How do they know that Heaven, For this exception, will subside? - Does God not weep at the loss, Of any children slain upon his Earth? So then why must we put Hindus, Jews, Christians, Muslims, and Buddhists through eternal rebirth? - Each faction that lies herein Has flaws amongst themselves, The contradictory messages, Lie entwined and fervently spelled. - Why does each religion preach To love among another, Yet wars are caused on their basis, Of freedom from each other? Look into your heart of hearts, And "excuse" this ungodly behavior, Save yourself your ******* pity And start your own God to savor. Find within yourself what is right, Not to them, but to your own mind, God will see your heart open, With righteousness and kind. - We take the written, and copied oral stories, Scribed years after the event By man to mean they are of God's own lips And to man we do repent. That is blasphemy in itself And we lie to one another, About what we "know" to believe, And chastise our own brothers. - This is why fewer Believe, It is our elders' longing fault, That they cannot explain questions, Without expressing their own flaws. The generations are no longer stupid, But intelligent and wise, They do not see within themselves, That God himself in guise, Of tests and corrupt men, Within the religious establishment, These dictatorships, Are meant to blind us from within. Release your heart and remain steadfast, Their cultures cannot then bite, We will achieve Paradise through Freedom, And the evil, my God will smite.
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You are excess of my goodness when am done with my badness I love you Africa in excess for your excess of problems; Poverty, wars, warlords, diseases, hunger, famine And cataclysms evilest eating away your terra firma Like a desperate Tiger on a capsized boat, Your riches in history of slavery and heritage of colonialism, In the excess of your global bleeding that makes me love you more, Your excessive black ugly humanity in the explosive population of useless human beings; barely illiterate and blunt in knowledge Buried deeply in the starkness of crude and vulpine culture, These bestow to me the synergy to love you O! My dear tarzanic Africa, Your excessive cult of dictatorships that glitter in aura of democracy, Sending your sons and daughters to miserable powerlessness, Devoid of governance in abundance of power and money corruption, Financing and cementing torture chambers for the voices of reason, Building my pedestal on which I stand to execute My cornucopia of love for you dear Africa, an avatar of Satan, As you are prone and spread eagled in a defenseless stretch Against all the ****** condemning your self to ideological turmoil, I still do love you in supercilious superfluity my dear Africa.
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Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 9:07 AM UTC
AFRICA MY CORNUCOPIA
Chess pieces The number of one to form action For the presidential elections Tests conducted to understand its position Things to be brought into submission Strategy of kings with glasses Things played in huge masses Fear of buttons  onto children Situations of the system Survival mind of terror Domino effect The Parts of the system errors Supreme dictatorships Powered by the battleships Hands in fields Eldorado on the leash Rules to work with The new government elected
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Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 5:07 AM UTC
Chess pieces
We grew the earth, grew it around us and grew into it. We grew into pairs of shoes after pairs of shoes and we grew into our names. We learnt to tie the laces of our shoes and to tie our tongues around our names, and the names of other things, other people, and around other people's tongues. We planted our cultures, cultivated them, and they blossomed into traditions and stereotypes and generalisations and rituals. We broke in our shoes, broke the ice, broke our voices, broke promises. We broke glasses, hearts and bones. We built hierarchies, looked up, looked down, bowed down. We broke down into dictatorships and demonstration. We found solutions like democracy and diplomas and delegated. We fixed fountains and freight trains and falling trees in the forest and faucets that leaked. We formed partnerships, made promises, pledged to parties for both politics and both parents. We made marriage and then we annulled, we divorced. We fabricated the faiths that we fed on. We invented stopwatches, reality television, pedicures, lampshades, philosophy, greenhouses, dictionaries, exclusivity, feng shui, hand-holding, ****** medication, street art, lawsuits, lingerie, car boot sales, snow days, karaoke, comics, psychics, boarding schools, toast, baseball, psychiatry, bird-watching, plaid, research, stag nights, slasher movies, salads, and interventions. We wanted and we wished and we waited and we wanted for more. We were growing faster than we invented. We were outgrowing ourselves and our earth and our shoes and our names. We forgot what we had found and fixed and formed. We broke down and went broke. We are waiting to invent a new way we can fix ourselves.
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 8:43 AM UTC
Our growth
We grew the earth, grew it around us and grew into it. We grew into pairs of shoes after pairs of shoes and we grew into our names. We learnt to tie the laces of our shoes and to tie our tongues around our names, and the names of other things, other people, and around other people's tongues. We planted our cultures, cultivated them, and they blossomed into traditions and stereotypes and generalisations and rituals. We broke in our shoes, broke the ice, broke our voices, broke promises. We broke glasses, hearts and bones. We built hierarchies, looked up, looked down, bowed down. We broke down into dictatorships and demonstration. We found solutions like democracy and diplomas and delegated. We fixed fountains and freight trains and falling trees in the forest and faucets that leaked. We formed partnerships, made promises, pledged to parties for both politics and both parents. We made marriage and then we annulled, we divorced. We fabricated the faiths that we fed on. We invented stopwatches, reality television, pedicures, lampshades, philosophy, greenhouses, dictionaries, exclusivity, feng shui, hand-holding, ****** medication, street art, lawsuits, lingerie, car boot sales, snow days, karaoke, comics, psychics, boarding schools, toast, baseball, psychiatry, bird-watching, plaid, research, stag nights, slasher movies, salads, and interventions. We wanted and we wished and we waited and we wanted for more. We were growing faster than we invented. We were outgrowing ourselves and our earth and our shoes and our names. We forgot what we had found and fixed and formed. We broke down and went broke. We are waiting to invent a new way we can fix ourselves.
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I'd like to step foot, In the land of dictatorships, Despots, And dead-men; To voice my Western opinion, Through the veil of the immune. I'd like to step foot, In the land of the lions, The gazelle, And bright birds, To experience all, That cannot be said through mere words. I'd like to step foot, In the land of old Queens; The land of abdication, From which the French coast, it gleams. I'd like to step foot, In the permafrost of the north, And experience why, Others don't venture forth. I'd like to step foot, In the tropics of the south, Where the rain pounds just like, A forgotten old sink, In which the sound is so loud, You can't hear yourself think. I'd like to step foot, On the island of the abnormal, Off the coast of the near-east, Where it seems strange to act formal. I'd like to wade through, The ocean of men, In a Tokyo square, In which you lose count at ten. I'd like to float forth, From the bounds of this Earth, And with my own eyes, See all life as it's worth, From our desolate moon, Watch our world as it rise, And from eons away, Watch a star as it sighs. I'd like to see life, Through my eyes, As a prize.
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Sep 7, 2010
Sep 7, 2010 at 4:18 PM UTC
Step Forward, Step Foot.
Cry me a river of joy, she said I knew she meant it, by the silence by the memory of her laughter, how she poked fun how she rubbed me down with giggles of mirth, bellies gyrating with angst and rambunctious passion I knew it It was not the idea of her that scared me, not anymore would I think of women that way What it was that scared me was how I knew we'd say goodbye and I'd be okay for once okay and happy she said goodbye... Happy we didn't shovel moats & forge keeps, establish plans of attack & surrender belabor, humming & hawing, over broken treaties, over civilian casualties the banishment of civil liberties and the proverbial dictatorships of, "I'm not the problem, so, it MUST be you." Reply with, "Yes, it is me." I knew it, "I'm sorry!" Jinx! Not this time. This time, she said goodbye. And so did I. At least, inside. And she meant it, and it was honest. And so was I. A small comfort. First of many... Her goodbye was a kiss that could rival daydreams of memories that are more remixed than the splotches of oil on a painter's palette, and, more dibbled and dabbled, than ten playlists of slow jams, in my arsenal of hopeless stratagems, bearing the desperate subtext of, 'park your rear end where I can't begin to ask honestly.' Because, honestly, if this weren't goodbye, I could only trade this goodbye, for ten thousand "Hello's" whose end and beginning are lost to the tides of status quo, of forget me nots and anniversaries, and picture frames of days where we forgot what 'goodbye' meant, because we learned to speak the truth... And isn't it the truth, that goodbye, was so much sweeter than, I can't stand, how much we fought for a t-shirt that eponymously said, "I cried over spilt milk, and all I got was this t-shirt." because none of us know the name of the game, but we know we hate playing it
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Mar 22, 2024
Mar 22, 2024 at 6:49 PM UTC
Her Sweetest Kiss Was Her Goodbye...
Cry me a river of joy, she said I knew she meant it, by the silence by the memory of her laughter, how she poked fun how she rubbed me down with giggles of mirth, bellies gyrating with angst and rambunctious passion I knew it It was not the idea of her that scared me, not anymore would I think of women that way What it was that scared me was how I knew we'd say goodbye and I'd be okay for once okay and happy she said goodbye... Happy we didn't shovel moats & forge keeps, establish plans of attack & surrender belabor, humming & hawing, over broken treaties, over civilian casualties the banishment of civil liberties and the proverbial dictatorships of, "I'm not the problem, so, it MUST be you." Reply with, "Yes, it is me." I knew it, "I'm sorry!" Jinx! Not this time. This time, she said goodbye. And so did I. At least, inside. And she meant it, and it was honest. And so was I. A small comfort. First of many... Her goodbye was a kiss that could rival daydreams of memories that are more remixed than the splotches of oil on a painter's palette, and, more dibbled and dabbled, than ten playlists of slow jams, in my arsenal of hopeless stratagems, bearing the desperate subtext of, 'park your rear end where I can't begin to ask honestly.' Because, honestly, if this weren't goodbye, I could only trade this goodbye, for ten thousand "Hello's" whose end and beginning are lost to the tides of status quo, of forget me nots and anniversaries, and picture frames of days where we forgot what 'goodbye' meant, because we learned to speak the truth... And isn't it the truth, that goodbye, was so much sweeter than, I can't stand, how much we fought for a t-shirt that eponymously said, "I cried over spilt milk, and all I got was this t-shirt." because none of us know the name of the game, but we know we hate playing it
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At some point in the history of the Universe we began this ascent to humankind; ironically, this step has led to the descent of the Universe, as humanness becomes synonymous to destruction, pollution of our waters and mountains, our atmosphere and beyond. Every meter of our existence has been marked by extinctions, first, of our brethren, and next of our resources. The large disparity between what we think makes us human, and what we as humans do hardly seems appropriate in retrospect. For example, the end of the most iconic decade of the 20th century: "one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind" and yet, less than half a century later, the gap size between one human and the other, between my humanness and their humanness is still extremely large; we put a man on the moon, but we have yet to put humanity in the corporate heads' souls, in the fascist dictatorships' hearts, in the bigoted religious zealots, the cynical, cold atheists and the downtrodden, fallen generation.
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Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 7:49 PM UTC
Cosmic
Oh for a world without wars! Free of terrorists. Where each and every one of us Can go about our daily lives Without any fear. But I read somewhere That there may be a price to pay: Loss of Freedom. Think of the USSR, or better still, Yugoslavia. Ruled by rods of iron These counties showed us facades Of calm. But once those dictatorships disappeared then Those underlying differences emerged. The Balkan States were a case in point: When Yugoslavia went All hell broke out! So when I suggested that A benevolent world government Might cure our ills, A warning was shot across my bows: “Be careful what you wish for!” For what good is “Peace” When no one dare speak out Or act in a “different” way? “1984” soon springs to mind: Droves of mindless clones Dumbed down by drugs And Media driven hypnosis. Totalitarianism at its worst. What we really need is an end to violence And every other form of Abuse. Free thought Married with respect and tolerance To our fellow men And women. World Peace only comes free When the people are free too. Freedom of the individual Based on mutual respect And better still On Love. Paul Butters
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Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 6:11 AM UTC
What Price World Peace?
they came like thieves in the night Hijacked the planes while in flight 2974 people died that day And for their souls we still pray. Ground zero will live in the minds of man And the world is taking a stand. These terrorist acts must come to an end And more troops the nations will send. The young minds that they enslaved Will come out of their caves They will see the treachery And will long to be free. Why is it that you fear freedom so? Is it because in your hearts you know That you and your followers Will have no place to go. Communism and dictatorships Are falling to the ground Every where you look there’s love to be found. Mothers are not giving up their children To commit suicide, freedom is The key on which they rely. 9/11 was the breaking point For all the world to see This is the reason it’s now world history. “ to freedom” the world is now Opening up their eyes, this we can not deny. The world is getting smaller, and there’s No place to hide. No matter where you go, you know we will find. People are closing in on all your terrorist acts. Look around you, you know that’s a fact. So to al- Qaeda and all the other terrorists factions The world is now counter acting. The bell of freedom will ring through out each nation We will stop all your devastation.
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Sep 6, 2010
Sep 6, 2010 at 2:12 PM UTC
REMEMBER NINE ELEVEN
Dark clouds continue to thicken above as man hovers on the brink of war. No more sparodic and endless tribal conflicts simmering just under the surface. Corruption and super power ********** inevitable will draw in every nation. Over sixty years since the last world war though never a time of total peace. Power oil dictatorships and simple pure hate engulfs the news twenty four seven. From clubs and axes to weapons of destruction millions killed and boundless reconstruction. There are countries with vast deadly arsenals who would take the risk to attack. Other countries they felt were aggessors making uncertainty of fututre actions. Always feeling the aggrieved and ready to fight a powder keg it would take little to ignite. The plot could well thicken very soon I sense tension constantly on high alert. These leaders not shy to use their lethat potency with the underlying resentment boiling. The consequences to us not in their equation. if they wanted a solution an invasion. A delicate balance hangs over civilisation as countries develop the nuclear card. Thinking this is the way to boost their ranking with others who have these lethal devises. Making the future a more precarious place possibly annihilation a more likely case! Will the building pressure erupt soon or not? The Foureyed Poet.
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Nov 23, 2010
Nov 23, 2010 at 2:20 AM UTC
Thicken
how disturbingly insidious you are. you must hate me, don't you? i mean who are you?! you're playing tricks on me like crazy. that's for certain. and if anything is for certain in our drug-plagued country, then it is this certainty: that you ― the child-like dictator ― want to rule over me. let me explain to the reader why i am saying so: an hour ago, i was taking my son to kindergarten. closely to the chest my little daughter eden; sleeping in a baby carrier. after i had dropped off my son, ideas for new poems were going through my head. i eventually decided to write a poem on drugs, written from the perspective of various mind-altering substances. well. fine. i got home. my wife took eden out from the baby carrier. i was ready to write. only one cigarette first. smoking on the balcony. don't need my kids to inhale toxical fog. and don't need to know them about my smoking habit. suddenly, out of the blue (no: out of the dark) ― out of the dark, you made my heart beating faster. my heart was racing. my heart was banging against my chest. secretly, you creeped through the area between skin and soul. seconds later, you made it somehow to reach my mind. inside my head, you were not saying anything. i don't hear voices and i'm not crazy. (that's the second certainty i am gaining from writing this poem.) you're not a talker, child-like dictator. you're a quiet addict, depressed and scared to speak with others. because you do fear people, closeness and love. you fear them so much that you want to do drugs in order to feel something else than fear. and to numb how afraid of love you are. a poor creature you are. but your attempt to ****** me quietly today: it failed. and you know why? because i have friends. and many of these friends have been struggling with their own dictatorships. feel me. i won't let you make my decisions. gonna stay clean. for me. for my family. adios amigo. don't pressure me like you do. try to love me as i love you. try to love. try to. try. mikey
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Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 8:36 AM UTC
THE CHILD-LIKE DICTATOR (FIRST NAME: ADDICT) PART II
how disturbingly insidious you are. you must hate me, don't you? i mean who are you?! you're playing tricks on me like crazy. that's for certain. and if anything is for certain in our drug-plagued country, then it is this certainty: that you ― the child-like dictator ― want to rule over me. let me explain to the reader why i am saying so: an hour ago, i was taking my son to kindergarten. closely to the chest my little daughter eden; sleeping in a baby carrier. after i had dropped off my son, ideas for new poems were going through my head. i eventually decided to write a poem on drugs, written from the perspective of various mind-altering substances. well. fine. i got home. my wife took eden out from the baby carrier. i was ready to write. only one cigarette first. smoking on the balcony. don't need my kids to inhale toxical fog. and don't need to know them about my smoking habit. suddenly, out of the blue (no: out of the dark) ― out of the dark, you made my heart beating faster. my heart was racing. my heart was banging against my chest. secretly, you creeped through the area between skin and soul. seconds later, you made it somehow to reach my mind. inside my head, you were not saying anything. i don't hear voices and i'm not crazy. (that's the second certainty i am gaining from writing this poem.) you're not a talker, child-like dictator. you're a quiet addict, depressed and scared to speak with others. because you do fear people, closeness and love. you fear them so much that you want to do drugs in order to feel something else than fear. and to numb how afraid of love you are. a poor creature you are. but your attempt to ****** me quietly today: it failed. and you know why? because i have friends. and many of these friends have been struggling with their own dictatorships. feel me. i won't let you make my decisions. gonna stay clean. for me. for my family. adios amigo. don't pressure me like you do. try to love me as i love you. try to love. try to. try. mikey
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Lets glorify our sickness Lets shout it loud and proudly face down on our wrongs blindly Wave flags of bannered shroud Lets pacify our flaws erase them each and all the guise of law inconspicuous with views of bathrooms and walls A dictatorships edict a fanatical revel those who do not fall in line are threatened fires of hell Let us voice the few and bicker among the many degrade those of need and elate those who have plenty Lets celebrate how we are free by mimicking celebrities Wasting away behind our screens merrily flashing and screaming repeat after me. . repeat after me. . repeat after me.
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Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 1:22 PM UTC
US
Cult is not a religion that could allow diversity of thoughts and belief. It demands conformity and exerts control over the thought of its subjects. Any deviation is punished severely. All dictatorships are harmful but religious dictatorship is the worst of all. All political doctrines, whether leftist or rightist, once proven false, are abandoned, but religious fallacies endure, coz they're believed to be from God and therefore infallible. " The heaven and earth can pass but the word of God won't." Rational people are willing to accept its irrationality and philosophers endevour to rationalize and legitimize them for intellectuals' consumption. But lies are lies, no matter how elaborated they're and how long they have survived. General acceptance of a lie, does not make it truth, nor universal rejection of truth would eclipse it's splendor....
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Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 4:36 AM UTC
REASON IS KING (part 2)
it's become something of a cliché but like most trite adages for all its faults it is not necessarily lacking in validity the journey itself is the destination a phrase that conjures images in one's head of subconscious sojourns across arctic tundras and windswept plains savannas and mountain ranges or perhaps astral and ethereal projections of the psyche into some pseudo-spiritual metaphor for overcoming corporeal suffering and psychological anguish but it holds true too to the metaphysical revolt explored by Camus in chapter two of his opus on the spirit of rebellion it is not enough to merely **** god acts of deicide are at once reactionary and revolutionary imposing subtle dictatorships as we merely claim a despot's stolen throne for our own whims and fancies no to resist the urge to become the master to destroy dominance and empower each other is the greatest test humankind will face a constant struggle to pursue the better angels of our nature the means don't justify the ends the means are the end
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 12:00 AM UTC
end
the  air-conditioned railjet takes me with strangely whincing wheels through winding tracks along the mountains of my youth clouds are hanging low     after recent rainfalls fog shrouds the forest hills     in mystical silhouettes rises slowly from the valleys revealing an old castle here      a younger hotel there the next stop announces      my birthplace today's wet greenery passing by the window makes me wonder what it was like almost seventy years ago      two years after the end of a war      that destroyed many places on the globe      and killed fifty million people for my mother to give birth to the first      of two sons with a husband who      at the age of 21 had just made his way       not quite nine months before escaping from a Soviet POW camp      took him and a friend one month      walking by night           hiding by day      through all of Poland      to end up in a British field hospital      from which they fled            gratefully      when they had regained some energy      jumping trains from northern Germany           to eastern Austria      coming home just before Christmas 1946 and as my hometown disappears in fog and rain I hear the muted noises of the high-tech train      now on a steady downhill track musing how easy my own life has been no wars, dictatorships, catastrophes how we are born into a world so different from our parents‘ raised by their words and values to make our way
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Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 2:01 PM UTC
memory train
the  air-conditioned railjet takes me with strangely whincing wheels through winding tracks along the mountains of my youth clouds are hanging low     after recent rainfalls fog shrouds the forest hills     in mystical silhouettes rises slowly from the valleys revealing an old castle here      a younger hotel there the next stop announces      my birthplace today's wet greenery passing by the window makes me wonder what it was like almost seventy years ago      two years after the end of a war      that destroyed many places on the globe      and killed fifty million people for my mother to give birth to the first      of two sons with a husband who      at the age of 21 had just made his way       not quite nine months before escaping from a Soviet POW camp      took him and a friend one month      walking by night           hiding by day      through all of Poland      to end up in a British field hospital      from which they fled            gratefully      when they had regained some energy      jumping trains from northern Germany           to eastern Austria      coming home just before Christmas 1946 and as my hometown disappears in fog and rain I hear the muted noises of the high-tech train      now on a steady downhill track musing how easy my own life has been no wars, dictatorships, catastrophes how we are born into a world so different from our parents‘ raised by their words and values to make our way
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Undoubted, this level of worship, Reaching above pulling currents That justifies imposing torment And yet drips blood of the calcified. "It is inherent," I'm o'er told, "To find and end your searching, To seek but one thing to love." What if I hate everything? What if I'd be one with death, What if I strive for your lament? Perhaps I lust for some psychosis Perchance to wake in your nightmares, How is it, my dear, so far from belief, That I would see this whole world burn? Swallowed with plague, Tyranny falls, Dictatorships topple, Monarchy crawls, Your loved ones suffer, Your friends all die, Words become acid, Tears are suicide, Encrypted genomes Now unlocked with instinctual bliss, The inner beast assumes power, The concious mind now sleeps, Crime is objective, A pure outlook of opinion, Flayed heads on pikes, The sentries of deception, I want apocalypse in all forms Spared of all deities' protection I want the human mistake erased, I want requiem and revelation.
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Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
Endlust.
it's kind of scary. you can feel it too, can't you? the words you see flashed as headlines feel like they're already being written down on our tombstones. everyday feels like it's going to be jotted down by students somewhere in the future- a history class on dictatorships. perhaps the reason history books are so heavy is because they are thick with the weight of our sins. they gave our rights a pittance because they no longer pretend to care. it's called human rights as in human. maybe it's cause they don't consider us human anymore. i can see that. it's hard to see a person wrapped in garbage bags and duct tape. this is why there are checks and balances- protections against the state's monopoly on violence. it's just sad that we were stripped of them as easily as pulling a trigger. how much are we worth to them, i wonder? i suppose the math should be easy. one thousand divided by one hundred three million. that's how much our individual rights are worth. around zero point zero zero zero nine seven pesos. not even enough to buy a lottery ticket. and certainly not enough to buy us liberty. i'm hoping the last time i see you is not on the other side of a history book.
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC
in between the pages of a history book
If the world was a person it would shine its waters the world would throw pollution at the sun burning it alive if the world was a person it would rumble it’s plates under industries the world would send water to the parched and food to the hungry The world would shatter stereotypical walls and shatter dictatorships it would see the starving dogs on the street and give them a name a home a loving family the world would clean herself up while watching those who dirtied her burn in flames the worlds eyes would be the tallest peaks on mt. everest it’s arms the rivers that entangle cities and villages the worlds legs would be the crust underneath your feet and her mouth would be the air tasting for perfection If the world was a person politics wouldn’t exist heaven would be heaven hell would be hell there would be no wrong just rights her colors would be forever shining bright if only the world was a person...
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May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 8:59 PM UTC
If the world was a person