"eugenics" poems
Psychedelic Rose
Hallucinogenic eugenics
False beauty
Portrayed poorly
Because it’s unreal
Yet
The feelings pursue me
Persecution
Prosecution
Against this prostitution of emotions
I sell myself cheap
$20.00
The price for my soul
Sold
To the mass
Extinction of reality
Who’s to say this bouquet
Of roses
Can’t arise before
My death?
I decorate
The interior
To design a mind
That’s perfected
In the opinions
Of those who know
No better
Drama setter
Setting the décor
For the setting
Letting the encore
Bring life
In the form
Of more roses
Atrocious Notoriety
From unwanted fame
Or
A poor poet
Starving artist
Projected as a failure
In this motion picture
Called life.
Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 3:58 PM UTC
Autism Speaks don’t speak for me.
Cause I reject their reality.
What if I felt the exact same way
about their neurotypicality?
See, normal?
It’s a peculiar word,
and I guess it means I’m not following the herd.
But I don’t see why you want me gone—
At least I’m alive. At least I’m strong.
******
My existence a crime.
A baby they’d abort if they’d only had the time.
Early detection.
Eugenics by another name.
Autism speaks till you silence it without shame.
Auschwitz for Autism, soon to be in business—
Neurotypical Nazis, only trying to finish us
Yeah, to you we’re hardly people,
and driving off a cliff with your daughter isn’t evil?
Well, here’s another wakeup call for the sheeple.
You exterminate so much you make the Daleks look peaceful.
Well, aren’t I human? Answer me please.
Because your fear and “awareness” has me down on my knees.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC
A hymn to paired planethood: Venus hits Pluto
as death, in cold orbit, collides with biology
smashing to fragments: demonic astrology
(more a black hole than a love-star, it’s true though).
Cynical cure for Eve’s womanly grievance
Concupiscent consequence: lust’s bitter fruit –
ah the thought… changing Sin into mere inconvenience.
Margaret sang her seductive refrain
about weeding the garden and progress and light.
Her sisters should view her with scornful disdain
but instead have adopted her murderous rite.
With sang-froid she promoted her racist eugenics
(as if she had never herself been a fetus),
condemning her heirs to postmodern polemics
while nurturing ardent desires to defeat us.
Suppressing the lives that she flushed down the drain
she would liberate Death – and resistance was vain.
As a midwife to modern life (though on the “anti” side)
Old Matron Margie racked up quite a legacy
singing the praises of sanctioned infanticide
calling the shots for the coming sick century.
Planning, quite calmly, to “cleanse” certain races
her zeal was empowered by murderous graces.
She labored to bring us such pearls of subduction:
“dilation and curettage”, “women’s autonomy”
“viable fetus”, “procedure”, a “suction”
Hippocrates retches to hear the taxonomy;
words that turn Life into mere reproduction.
She enters the realms of the ****** and the motherless
roundly condemned by her feminine otherness.
Man’s first protection: the God-given womb
which no infant should have to regard as their tomb.
Dismembered dark cherubs, assembling, greet her
as demons (in scrubs) holding baby-parts meet her.
Long may she burn with the medical cynics
this mother of Moloch, this founder of clinics.
Convenience is king when abortion’s the Queen
and the profits swell big with each nubile teen…
yet the fruit of such carnage remains to be seen.
I send her this song as a funeral wreath
and a card inked in blood. You may read what is there:
“To the Matrix Supreme of our culture of death
from the souls of the infants you slew on the earth.
May your torment increase with the children you bear.”
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 9:09 PM UTC
so greed took mankind
with genetics
decomposed from the inside
a sick thought, I thoughts.
... inhale your doom, I thought. change your ways, you ought, I thought.
choke the carcinoma cells.
knee swells, Capricorn.
better go later for assurance of;
Death.
talk to those doctors;feed your own lies,
only to discover
them being drunk off of disguise.
sick conditioned,
The words definition, domestication
of everything
Everything
gratitude gratitude to Pavlov, whose name capitalizes;
a way of nature
creature creator, part of the world's annihilator.
cousin to eugenics we have cosmetics, anesthetics for the mind.
a nice golden walkway for mankind.
inevitably so, We herd along, too dumb to fight what we refuse to know.
Ignorance, etiquette, silence; rhyme.
herbal healing humans; survive.
© 2015 Kate Volk
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 3:07 AM UTC
Hallucinogenic eugenics
False beauty
Portrayed poorly
Because its unreal
Yet
The feelings pursue me
Persecution
Prosecution
Against this prostitution of emotions
I sell myself cheap
$15.00
Is the price for my soul
Sold
To the mass
Extinction of reality
Whose to say this bouquet
Of roses
Cant arise before
My death
I decorate
The interior
To design a mind
That’s perfected
In the opinions
Of those who know
No better
Drama setter
Setting the décor
For the setting
Letting the encore
Bring life
In the form
Of more roses
Atrocious Notoriety
From unwanted fame
Or
A poor poet
Starving artist
Projected as a failure
In this motion picture
Called life
Jan 17, 2011
Jan 17, 2011 at 6:08 PM UTC
Silver screen athletes
quitting soccer teams
to join homophobic friends
(redneck quasi outdoors-men)
who just want to **** animals
angst must be vented
lest it boil inside
and form a much darker concoction.
I beat the horse
'till I couldn't get it wrong
even then
the faceless desks of power
endorse eugenics,
pharmaceuticals,
and high profile lawyers
sentencing me to a life's term
teaching Sophocles
to an uninterested fifteen year old
too busy stroking a Ritalin limp ****
to star censored ladies on Vegas stripper cards.
And he said "Watch your language"
when I said "What the ****
Jan 13, 2011
Jan 13, 2011 at 3:10 PM UTC
If you want to make a profit
(and the morality is grey)
Dehumanize the victim
and you'll be well on your way.
In a country that's divided,
and declining by the hour.
Your sins will be forgiven
by the Autocrats in power.
As, once upon a time,
in our then divided land
Slavery was acceptable
because a black was not a man.
Then black people were possessions
and very few were free.
They knew the lash, they knew the rod,
They knew not dignity.
Now fetuses are parasites-
not considered human beings
Abortion is big business
the cash cow of their dreams
Fifty million have been murdered
with no end on the horizon.
****** it appears, is acceptable
as long as it's not you dying.)
Someday you'll be old and gray-
and have an awful cough
Please don't be surprised or shocked
if they opt to write you off.
The weak and the disabled,
those feeble minded or not spry
can blame our liberality
when it comes their turn to die.
Eighty years its been since
Adolf ****** rose to power
Little children sang his praises too-
and darkness had it's hour.
Note:Nazi eugenics were **** Germany's racially based social policies that placed the improvement of the Aryan race through eugenics at the center of Nazis ideology. Those humans were targeted who were identified as "life unworthy of life" (German: Lebensunwertes Leben), including but not limited to the criminal, degenerate, dissident, feeble-minded, homosexual, idle, insane, and the weak, for elimination from the chain of heredity. More than 400,000 people were sterilized against their will, while 70,000 were killed under Action T4, a "euthanasia" program.[1][2]
(They will call it choice until the choice is there's alone)
Funny but many will call me a reactionary racist for my position against abortion but there have been millions of black Americans aborted, just as planned parenthood's founder intended.I would not make all abortions illegal as I believe that I shouldn't legislate morality. I think they should be rare, legal and safe.
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 9:02 PM UTC
I have been insulted for sharing out
my peasant songs, pataphorical poems,
on the table of the cultural patriarchy
the insults have come in a serial flow
into my dark soul a basin of condemn,
it began as my duty to take my poetry
to the bottom of African latrine,
followed by volley of insults like ;
cerebral panicking insensitive idiot,
a gifted ******** of arsolian poetry
One other contumely went aboveboard
to announce me a better dead ******
i wondered how much one can ****
without erstwhile duty of creation,
now i have been condemned in starkness,
to be a beautiful walking ghost
of William Seward Burroughs,
Uhm! folly of eugenics, No! i am wrong,
this accolade, i seriously decline to take,
my innateness is not wounded at all,
by anything near to genetic disorder,
i am only conscious of my luckless past,
of Slavery,colonialism,wars,re-colonialism
Then poverty spiced by open ridicule ,
And partly trenchant and half-honkey tease
firmly fuelled by racial intolerance,
i have now been mistaken in awry,
to be a looming ghost of William Burroughs,
and i am not
i am purely my self,
without imperious wide blood
any where in my by black veins,
i may easily have chimpanzee blood,
Flowing turbulently through my vessels,
but no tincture of white blood in my zoo,
Burroughs broke his virginity with a *****
i have remained a ****** for three decades,
As African virgins marry only virgins,
Burroughs was the king of underworlds;
chasing lessbian prostitutes and gays,
to quench his mad erotic appetite
the turf in which i am a better sham,
Billy was a serial criminal, ever on the run,
my soul is clean as new pin,
in fact gorgeously dressed
in the unique royal attires
of as a Bristol pin merchant,
Billy worshiped crime and drugs
my piety is anchored on freedom of all,
Billy went to Latin America for *****
i have been there to mourn Gabriel Garcia,
the Nobelite who was alone in deathly solicitude
Billy never lifted a finger against tyranny,
my arsolian poetry is center-pieced on nothing,
other than African chantings for liberty,
freedom for the white and black peasants
perhaps to unyoke themselves,
from the yoke of vicious human avarice.
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 9:03 AM UTC
wilting,
every seed is a perennial flower-
roots embedded within aortic dreams;
bursting dandelions are just defined weeds.
we're not compost,
just pawns of propagated watering cans,
soaking in messages so malevolent that
eugenics becomes an assimilation heuristic.
seven-billion shells in
six summers of no shade,
six winters of dancing with devils and self hate,
six seasons of victims hating the victims just the same.
sharing a garden-bed to enrich each other's soil,
fallen petals call for tearful hymns,
not a body count.
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 8:22 PM UTC
Reluctant messiah
Unnoticed sacrifice
Eclipsed by an archon
In a hell called paradise
Astral travel
And silver bodies
Frankenstein head and
Girls that are naughty
Face your destiny before
Time turns counter-clockwise
Fear and love rule the world
And no one is the wiser
American enchantment
Eugenics of the soul
Don’t knock it till you try it
And good luck getting old
Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 5:55 PM UTC
it's almost like saying:
atheism
and theism, or deism
or whatever.
it's rought comparison,
but that's the best i could ever hope
to allude to...
concerning the aye, eye, i...
oko: eye,
okno: window
oczko:
a little eye, typically
of a baby;
judasz / judas: the peeping hole
in your front door.
bilingualism is like
a mongolian horde in terms
of etymological
"struggles", i.e. introspections...
i can't even begin the platonic
assertion of form-morphing
that's translated into
darwinism of
monkey into an ape...
as someone who's into artistotle more
than into plato, because he's more
into shakespeare's dialogues than plato's...
i don't buy the platonic crap
in darwinism...
it would be, perfect,
if we were all reduced to monkey form,
and picked out one type of monkey
as our origins...
what, ******* point, would,
a shit-brick sized gorilla ever need to evolve?
a gorilla that could wrestle a tiger
and pin him to the floor, while breaking his jaw?
the **** is this?!
or right... choose a chimp...
but not a macaque monkey...
i'll just do what atheist
youtubers do... in terms of language:
******* imbecile!
pointless platonic imbeciles!
darwinism = platonism...
god, in the now, now, now...
now i should be exhibit (c) in a zoo...
or playing that ******* wormhole of a game
that's the sims...
eugenics didn't move it far along
the argument scale, that we needed
to play "god" while playing the sims...
there's nothing worth an aristotle in the framework
of darwinism...
darwinism is platonic...
it arises from the head, and the abstract,
rather than on the basis of the senses,
that said:
as one hindu guru said:
why aren't there more monkeys evolving,
turning into neanderthals?
the more atheists call others ********
we'll be swimming ad infinitum ad nauseam
in circles, concerning ourselves with
arguments, that... well...
are best summarised by a cat's
meow of concern for
the arguments in themselves...
bo'h- -ring!
oh look, retards either direction;
if that's what humanism has come down to...
seriously... if i were a gorilla... why would
i want to devolve?
so i can be subordinate
to beta-males' taxation rules of governing me?
punch the ******* in the face, and move on...
to me, aristotle would have rejected darwinism,
but plato? ooh hoo hoo... he'd be darwin's first disciple;
******* ponces.
don't bother questioning whether
poetry requires objectivity...
it's a non-objective form of expression...
as it was never supposed to be...
take your 1 + 1 = 2 elsewhere, and ponder it there.
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 8:53 PM UTC
I’ve been a cracked soul walking on whole concrete
tar black soles slappin rapidly under weary feet..
the slaps are getting old but still, they repeat, they repeat..
like energizer bunnies, beatin deep on the ground beneath..
the sounds drummin off the walls, comin back, an rattlin my teeth..
I added a couple curses and spit it back rattling the streets..
that day I became a shell of a man walkin on cracked concrete
Cerebellum in hand scratchin my head hopin for thoughts to leak..
caught me starin again, eyes open to the sky, posing like an artful greek..
had this eerie feeling inside, tellin me my soul is an authentic antique..
but I still got uncomfortable when my current eugenics got critiqued..
I’m awed and terrified at what’s to come in my last couple a hundred weeks..
but I knew someday I wanna see laughter passin over a couple of my childrens cheeks..
So that day I began to be a whole man, soul searchin and walkin on my own two feet..
I started off by scratchin words furiously on a tattered old blank sheet..
but I don’t do it purposely to get my name on a brightly lit, white, and gold marquis..
it’s just this is the only voice I’ve got to spit a Kodak picture of my soul for free..
so my hands dance out a thousand words on paper.. every moment, a snapshot of “me”..
I rush to gather the images before they drown in reality like hazy morning dreams..
they stand up as living proof of who I am so I frame em for this crazy world to see..
cause today I stand on solid ground with well planted feet, as the man my family always wanted me to be..
I am the conqueror of both whole, and cracked concrete!!
Aug 6, 2010
Aug 6, 2010 at 1:52 AM UTC
Power to the people
Power to the people
You can put ice in the fire
Melt the water to your empire
You can conquer undiscovered
But you’ll never touch the current
Of the oceans that are raging
You can put moon on the horizon
With the mercury and uranium
You can control the titanium
Bomb the earth soil into tartars
But you’ll never touch the current
Of the oceans that are raging
Power to the people
Power to the people
Big brother is in your bed
Fornicating, replicating
On the picture you are taking
Socializing with your shadow
On the drone zone mitigating
The debauchery of the century
On the high street no mercies
The butcher of the children
On the thunder of tomorrow
The harvest of their blood
Replicating, fornicating
Power to the people
Power to the people
No peace signs on the windows
enslaved to the tick tocks
in eruptions of the melt down
more resistance to the parties
as gunshots cause collision
In restrictions and confinement
The FEMA camps and martial art
of eugenics anti-populace
covered inside the media
stricken corporation
No peace signs on the windows
Fire power to the people
Fire power to the people
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
Remember how **** of Utin did the 'Faux Pandemic'
political theater, saying and doing the opposite of what
he knew to be true, in order to **** as many handicapped,
elderly, autistic, developmentally disabled, long-term
hospital and nursing home attendees, diffabled, etc.,
as he could, a eugenics pogrom to steal their SS, 'cause
the repubs couldn't get that done politically for decades?;
oh yeah, it's still going on. 'Oh well, here we go again',
now he's heading up this lame conspiracy, they're all
terrorists, and should be prosecuted as such, will you?
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 2:38 AM UTC
My thoughts are hesitating and this is when I think best
Sometimes it scares me cause I might be possessed
Each sentence gets extracted from my collectiveness
Collecting condolences from everyone for my grandpa's eternal rest
Listening to my head to see what comes next
Be more specific with yours words cause what you want and say are different
Inn at the Hard Rock hotel and I'm on the rock n roll express
I found the stairway to heaven but I took a shortcut at the hermetic dimension
Reading stones about my quest to the questions
Are you a divergent?
Do you not feel like a human?
Don't listen to the author, he is a authorized bipolar civilian
Not again I always tend to exaggerate my imagination
Accidental psychic but I'm very useless
Can't read what your thinking but i sense what your feeling
Counting down to earth's revolution while the earth revolutions
Life is human nature and we surround ourselves with natural disasters
Calculating the physics of metaphysical living
Don't touch this I left it here for a special reason
I'm haunted by my past and it feels like forever
I was only 8 when I held by dads beer and got pulled over
This is the pain of my lifes painting and automatic writing
The ghost is speaking cause this is not logical thinking
A pathological mammal with more than one sorry
This poetry was just an experiment of my experiences
Constantly trying to circumcise the circumference of my bad circumstances
A divided individual on a journey to self transcendence
Take these psychedelics the outcomes are tremendous
Generate the regeneration of our generation
Voids of a paranoid and words to destroy civilized nation
From a time where civilization is more than a billion
You know nothing about the worlds weight on your shoulders
It's more like the world is holding our weight together
I love this new age
It feels like a new page
Humans walking around with a new rage
Lie to the masses and **** each other over specific grasses
I'm just a parasite from false human eugenics
Selective breeding we weren't born from a planned mystery
Because that man prays 5 times a day he's a terrorist
Because I eat five lambs I'm a ****** enthusiast
Because the plane hit the building a war begins with 50 states full of Americans
Reincarnated to a place of incarceration
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 6:11 AM UTC
Though peeps look at me funny
*** I don't care
Understand my stand I'm just a man
Gotta get it how I live
Poo folks ain't paying attention
Overstand simple politicians
Eugenics happenin to us
They live in heart of Texas
Reckless they scared of us
Y'all know when we bust we come back harder times two
So what ya gonna when they sound code blue .demons huntin for you
No screaming sighs of the ****** in his eyes saprize baptized
By the blood running down to ya thighs
Things ain't real no more
Wake up folks before it's too late to they to even the score
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 10:58 PM UTC
Is natural selection
none other
than our consciousness
choices
love regulation of beauty
is natural selection
none other than a business
capitalism
discrimination
culture
is natural selection
the dissociative language
of genocide
the poetry of the Eugenics Society*
is natural selection
the scientific demand for class war
race war
organic selection is none other
than the elephant in the room
trying to ******* tell me
that whiteness is more “natural”
than ethnicity
than evolution
than being human
than being alive
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 10:31 PM UTC
our sole material possessions, have become our deepest & solidified regrets: i count myself boastful, at having such a horde of possessions... works really well within a feng shui dynamic... which probably is a higher tier conceptualißation of the yin & yang... look! so much less time spent cleaning your materialistic worth, to peacock in a narcissus-mirror, that others will never seem to see: given they're also striving. failures? my most precious possessions... given that i'm the only person laughing-out-loud in the vicinity of a mile's worth of radius... yes, "solipsistic" laughter will always be deemed menacing... i swear to god... narcissus is the archetype of a vampire... for me, the story of him and echo has a different narrative chamber... he's a automaton, it's not that he fell in love with his reflection, it's that he never saw it! he was imbued with a automaton self-prefixation to do what was invested in him: to self-love... to me the whole conjuring of narcissus is very much akin to saying: narcissus is the father of the vampiric myth... to me he didn't see himself in the lake, there was no reflection, as a deity, his inner mode of "thinking" elevated him beyond the fickleness of a mortal creature, who does pander to his visage, once with mirror, now with photograph... by the way... you look thinner in a mirror than in a photograph... why? you're alone!
oh, don't think about it -
these days "they're"
weeding out intelligent people,
not the dummies -
and i don't mean "idiots":
i mean the status quo
enforces - stabilißer:
the membrane layer
of society;
the only chance of success
these days:
is the ability to teach yourself
how to become bored;
and that's going to be hard...
you don't have to teach yourself
procrastination:
that's a pleasure...
but boredom? that's a chore...
and you need to teach yourself that
"quality".
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 11:00 AM UTC
As the parch eternal light
Waves logue stolid homage
After death to exhort a ubiquitous warrigal
Inherit yet to suckle sole
Fickle penury lightening squares terse
Malcontent eugenics dragoon, limitless
To depose upon clouds of fire the mammoth
Patrician lynchpin heard to glower farther
Sovereignty; spate renascence soliloquies ravage
And winkle out Almathea to give
Deus sentence weoponry
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 11:14 PM UTC
*kån skal syngje meg
i daudsvevna slynge... meg;
nor eg på Helvegen gor
og dei spøra eg trår er kalda, så kaldara -
and with approximate accenting
on vowels or stressed elongation,
angstrom - or o or u or neither with ø.*
O but the fickle mind!
Gemini readied for both
body and soul?
i hardly think so...
and each animal his own
character, each his own
albeit well encompassed
in fascist automaton replica
undecipherable for us
to practice, or if to wield
to yield all but failure in the finite
as then too almost cat replica cat
cloned... but then
such character assassinations to
tell them apart, not even invoking eugenics
is dismissive altogether to begin with.
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 5:46 PM UTC
Like a road around a corner
never disappearing Michigan old
glory eugenics for German laws
Thirties’ ezratics racialist
limpieza de sangre, Velazquez
awaiting ennoblement, Ezra hound
reads Italian translation, 1940
Mia Battaglia kleine mein
stumpf, o sweet Alabama
his small light
utterly
erased, obliterated, negated
Cruel hygiene unmixed
hieratic Idaho’s
small pebbles, turquoise
tesserae, Roman, Babylonian,
and them Assyrian archers
Ever unstill Ixion ever turning
Re: Canto CXIII
2017.11.12.
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 10:09 PM UTC