"hypocrits" poems
Hypocracy Mandatory.
Gullibility Mandatory.
Insensitivity Mandatory.
Obesity Mandatory.
Immaturity Mandatory.
Childishness Mandatory.
Monarchy Mandatory.
Capitalism Mandatory.
Conservatism Mandatory.
Terrorism Mandatory.
Corruption Mandatory.
Incompetence Mandatory.
Socialism Mandatory.
Dictatorship Mandatory.
Militarism Mandatory.
Liberalism Mandatory.
Bhuddism Mandatory.
Islam Mandatory.
Christianity Mandatory.
Judaism Mandatory.
Hinduism Mandatory.
Vedism Mandatory.
Hatred Mandatory.
Anarchy Mandatory.
Jealousy Mandatory.
Nationalism Mandatory.
Fascism Mandatory.
Racism Mandatory.
Lies Mandatory.
Hypocracy Mandatory.
Obesity Mandatory.
Heart Disease Mandatory.
Cancer Mandatory.
Idiocy Mandatory.
Eco-Nazism Mandatory.
All of us Humans.
Of all Five Colours.
Wherever we be.
Whatever we do.
However we "see" ourselves.
What do we call ourselves now?.
How about shallow nitpickers?.
Or celebrity obsessed morons?.
Or religious hypocrits?.
Or Democrats?.
Or Socialists?.
Or Revolutionaries.
Or just plain "nice folks"?.
Or supporters of oligarchy policies?.
Or immature backpackers?.
Or government assassins of integrity?.
Or juicy ***********
Or swift tongued ******** ticklers?.
no matter how many lie dead or injured as a result
of our obfuscation and avoidance.
As if poets have the explanation to life
except in strings of meaningless associated
but fine sounding words.
When "poets" are the voluntary slaves of Mind
and Conditioned Identity..
As if poets had the ***** to go beyond all these things.
As if .
Scrape the Moons suface and you will find a delicate Castello Blue Cream Cheese.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC
As the petals dropped in what felt like time standing still. The roses lost not only their beauty but also their reason to live.
The sun seemed cold and hell looked warm and friendly. Heaven became a dream that mortal minds could not understand.
And so i longed to converse with the earth, to solemnly plea for it to take me in. Open the graves of forefathers forgotten, remove a few bones and take their impassive positions.
Spend eternity dormant and hopefully forgotten. Leave the world of pain to the hypocrits that run it.
But alas i cannot even bargain with death, for truth betold i am a coward.
So destined am i to trod this rode alone, for naked i came, and naked i shall depart.
From this cold hopelessness world.
Mar 19, 2010
Mar 19, 2010 at 9:43 AM UTC
a two way street
Of others its sweet
Absorbed
Its abhorred
And the fuel of charlatans and hypocrits
A measure is safe
But too much and its too late
It comes, just before the fall.
And dwells inside us all.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC
i
what are you up to speakman
or what are you speakman
as my teachers might say..
then
the wart on their nose
that will never go away
oh i know you hypocrits
we look the other way..
pacif
agressive
as the happy catkin
sway
the lith blossom
in the breeze..
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 7:42 AM UTC
So even the hot days can end,
Clouds can cover the sky as if nothing remained.
We are all hypocrits in mind's eye
We hate the sun for being hot, but desire it's warmth
We hate summer when winter's just as cruel
And hate the rain for pouring;
But talk about how the soil touches our soul.
Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 12:57 PM UTC
Suicide to my soul.
killing an immortal is my goal.
Push against the grain, you will feel the pain.
Revenge is for the gods, magically turning evens into odds.
I am seated and centered in front of my judges.
Anxiously waiting to ease their burning grudges.
I am charged with possession of a demon.
The punishment is life in hell without forgiveness.
I am not a sacrificial lamb, but these hypocrits do not give a ****
The verdict reads guilty by the people that made me.
This jury overruled by selfish injustice leads me down the hallway to meet my fate.
I am Condemned for eternity.
Suicide to my soul.
Killing an immortal is my goal.
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 4:26 AM UTC
Others say that I'm a hypocrit
because I don't treat them the way they want to.
Others say that I'm a hypocrit
because I ignore them when they were my friends.
Others say that I'm a hypocrit
bcause I smile showing in their face that I am happy.
Others say that I'm a hypocrit
because I'm not with them anymore.
But what if I treat them different because they dont care about me.
If I discover that "them" are just fake friends,
If I'm smiling but not feeling happiness,
what if I stop being with them because I don't belong there anymore
Maybe they are the hypocrits.
Just maybe, because I don't know,
and I'm no one to say who they are.
But I now they are not my friends anymore.
At least, not the real ones.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 2:15 AM UTC