"enablers" poems
With blinders on they let the wrong go on
No interventions
No attempts to make it right
Look the other way
Not putting up a fight
They must kinda like it
You know
If trust were an *****
Then I’d say they’re looking for a donation
Another one to ***** up
Like cirrhosis of the liver
They’re lookin’ to corrupt another
Kinda a sick when you think about it
Acting as if nothing occurred
Forget that pain we condoned
It’s as if I’m a scapegoat, placed on throne
Smiles and chitchat are replaced suddenly
Each with a heavy rock and jagged stones
I emerge from the mess; still angry
I don’t fight, No I don’t get revenge
But I’m still angry
What do I do when I’m still angry
I want to cause pain
I want to get them close and turn my back
I want to be the one with the power and the patience
The push them to the brink and fill them with self doubt
But no, I don’t fight
I don’t get revenge
I just get angry.
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 12:14 AM UTC
Self-promotion arena supplying for
social gatherings and family space,
at times useful mirror and judge onto the lives
of the untrue, the corrupted, the vicious,
at most theatre for public sacrifice by the rule of the thumb
with mercy at the hands of the pleb.
Samnites, secutores and retiarii fighting to the death,
noxii and damnati hacked in the man-made
monument built for entertainment,
barbarian combats in the name of munus,
lethal games on the tilt of a double-edged sword
serving political agendas and commercial must,
their successes encouraging others.
Youths sold, batches addicted
to the screen of civilization
erected to conceal and divert the eye,
to the glittering murderous show
permeating the four cardinal directions while
confusing children's moral compass,
morphed into unactive witnesses,
blood-thirsty enablers, wishful executioners,
as loved ones helplessly watch
the self-destructions, the stabbing cuts,
and hear the roars of beasts feeding,
the shouts of be-headings acclaimed.
Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 1:43 AM UTC
painted perfection
overrun by ignorance.
corruption-
in the form of societal
paralysis,
in the line of destroying
what others have strived
to achieve.
bathing in determination
to keep
them
down.
enablers demanding submission.
[STAY OUT!]
remain silent.
stale
and mold
in the deep recesses of
discrimination,
hatred,
self-loathing incognito –
a simple superiority complex,
inferiority at its finest.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
You
Shame me, blame me humiliate me and lie.
Compare me, threaten me, defame me and ignore my cries.
My life played like a toy, controlled and molded as it's twisted
and pried.
You
Charm them, ****** them and shape them with veiled ascendancy.
The manipulated, the puppets, the pawns; the recruited proxy.
Their life played like a toy, to dance and to sing to the captivating sounds of a deluded melody.
They
Become your enablers, the abusers, the bullies; your silhouettes.
Your servants, your minions, your marionettes.
Forever blindly clutched on a page of your novelette.
I
Am no longer a victim, desiring love from my family.
I am now enlightened and empowered, free from your chains.
I gained awareness, my strength and my sanity.
Now you play in silence with your bitter scapegoat games.
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 7:12 PM UTC
I'm flying.
From way up here, you look so small,
but the fires that you started have burnt further than I can see.
Once a green valley, only thick soot remains, poisoning the soil,
ensuring nothing will grow again.
The rivers, that turned from trickles to raging torrents, now carry ash downstream,
becoming enablers to this disease by transporting it across the land.
Where once life and purity lived,
now decay and dirt breed.
Contaminatation.
That's what it is,
what has been growing and festering since the first sparks popped into life.
That's what you brought,
and the fire had burnt through me,
leaving only brittle bones and blacked thought.
And I never knew until someone taught me to fly,
instead of blindly running from the flames,
lit by a child playing with matches.
I used to run, walk, or crawl to you.
Now, I'm flying.
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 4:37 AM UTC
Well that was last week
& this is now
& yes …
it actually is
to him
This President of the United States
who has just endorsed
an accused
child-molestor …
…
THE PRESIDENT OF THESE HERE
UNITED STATES
HAS ENDORSED
AN ACCUSED
*********
…
“He denied it”
says Trump,
of Roy Moore
this man who has 8,
yes …
8 women accusers …
together with witnesses
from the time,
& corroborative evidence
from the time,
& tears …
from the time,
& fear …
from the time,
…
& if there’s special
place in hell
let it house
Trump
& Moore
& Moore’s enablers
& Republican justifiers
& equivocating TV hosts
& the Evangelical apologists
…
& as for Trump
& as for Moore …
the moral bankruptcy here
leads me to simply say
in anger, disgust & horror …
may the dark pitiless depths
of a sulfurous burning pit
be their’s for eternity,
…
or close to.
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 11:07 AM UTC
I've met familiar faces in the
Darkest scenes ever unfolded
Maddening their faces, screaming for
Everything and anything that would
**** the pain that drove them insane
They've become locked in patterns
in cycles in fixated routines of needing fixes
Fighting is all they have ever done, and never done all in one
Once it was easy for them to fail, now it's getting
Harder as the days thin out, as their waists and hair follow
Glorifying junkies and
embracing apostles of death
They had no true motivators
Just
Enablers
Stimulators
No one to ever look out for their
interests, only their pacifiers
Who do you call
Who are you to call
on them?
Calling them demeaning
slurs to protect yourself
from your own degenerative
routines & drastic disdain for
the rest
You wash your brain with the
notion that you are
Immaculate
Infallible
When in fact, you are but a defect
in the washed-up pulp persona
The epitome of plastic in a seashell
Nothing could ever change that
which is your ignorant existence
Deny the Denouncing of Doubts
that were there to distract the
dancing hippies in the rain
from their ultimate decisions
to become such disdainful
primitive degenerates in the eyes
of the rest of the cockroaches
of 9-5 shifts & 3 minute *****
in the Fast Food toilets
Come, let them get off together
They come and go and come
and blow
They never leave the circle
of fixated cycles
Yes, I have met these familiar faces
in the darkest scenes ever unfolded
But I never thought introductions
would lead me any further loaded
Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC
Alleged linear
Ignoring its devious nature,
Time is homogenous
Conflicting with my behaviour
Allowing ritualized secrets and processes
Personalized by fragments that possesses
The civilized enablers
To protect art in form of divination
Revealing obsequious attempts
To pretend the culture's end
Ignoring our needs,
Promoting that healing isn't real
Inculcating us through a pharmaceutical delight
A treat to numb your mind
And make you believe that magic isn't real.
Words Of Harfouchism.
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 1:35 PM UTC
Women states, they want a man with his own.
House, job and car that his.
Stating, they don't need a man without.
But within many houses women are the enablers of holding a man back.
When you select to be his personal housekeeper.
Many mothers holds this role.
When you don't push a grown man out of your house for survival.
God knows, many fathers can't wait for him to leave.
So his wife and him can get back to those adults themes.
Numbers, can't be counted high enough that many sons living at home has no worth.
Then many women with must also admit that in many cases that decisions you made in life.
Made you more independent.
Whether by choice or because you was young and pregnant.
In some cases by males without sense of responsibilities.
Because you got caught up in a style of a Disney's movie theme.
Women enable the weak male claiming to be men.
When in truth they puppet still of their mothers.
Playing a role of trying to be.
But never truly faced reality that until he survive on his own.
He never can claim to be fully grown.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 9:23 PM UTC
Power is indeed a corruptive force,
Through all of mankind’s history
This has always been true.
Emperors, Kings, Potentates,
Popes, Presidents and Despots too.
Gathering near the Throne are the
Eager Courtier leeches reaching to
touch the anointed one’s robe.
Declaring their undying loyalty,
In the process selling their souls.
Their rewards, a speck of personal
power, Castles and more riches of gold.
Like their Master, the entitled ones
will lie and cheat, while ignoring
The principals of right and good.
Believing “Decency” is but a poor
man’s word, never uttered within
the hearing of their Ruler.
Truth never a considered artifact of
his desired absolute corrupt power.
To the Ruler the slaves, serfs, the
little common people matter not,
but to serve him and his enablers.
He and his power elite will start
needless wars, or offer up sacrificial
lambs, for deportation all to distract
the unrest of the little people.
They will suppress human rights,
free speech and defame, banish
or imprison their detractors, ignore
our laws and our constitution, tread
on our flag and urinate on our history.
Their smiles and lies are all merely smoke
and mirrors to conceal, their controlling
agendas of limitless personal greed.
Telling us it's all for our own good and
will make our lives and nation great again.
From ancient times down to today this
egomaniacal cycle and agenda repeats.
Kingdoms and Nations have perished
From this kind of poisonous corruption.
Needless to say, it will happen again.
It seems that it already is.
Unless this poem is too obtuse, We all
must endeavor to change our history
to come. Stand up and speak out,
march in the streets, if we must,
defiantly stand our ground!
This is our nations new Ides of March.
It seems we now have our own Julius
Caesar, may he go the way of the other.
Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 10:14 PM UTC