"idiocies" 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
Soft, easy to walk on
Pleasant, comfortable
Familial, forgettable
That's carpet.
Hateful, vengeful
Frustrated, ill-intentioned
Always mentioned, enfuriating
That's toxic.
Please love me.
Will you listen to me?
How are you doing?
That's carpet.
Please love me.
I'm empty.
I need you.
That's toxic.
I love you,
I'll do anything for you!
Please command me.
That's carpet.
I deal with your idiocies
I deal with your standards
I conform to fit inside your image.
That's toxic.
Can you hug me in front of
All of these people?
So that they know I'm worth something?
That's carpet.
After you listen to me,
I'll say I'm useless.
I'll say it's not your fault.
That's toxic.
I don't want to ***
I don't want to talk,
I want you to trust me and tell me everything.
That's carpet.
All I want is ***
All I need is some warm body.
Give me the fuel I've run out of.
That's toxic.
I'll give you everything
And do whatever you want
For whatever feigned love you can muster.
That's carpet.
I'm ready to conform.
Give me drugs and let me tighten up
While you let loose and accidentally love me.
That's toxic.
I'll text you back immediately.
And patiently await your response.
Rejoice in this moment you did for me.
That's carpet.
Give me advice.
So I can shoot you down.
So I can let you down.
So I can let you drown.
In my toxic civil war
Where I knew no solution would come
From my internal struggle.
But you took a side
And felt the wrath of one of my forces.
I can't help you.
Leave me alone.
That's toxic.
I walk around
By myself late at night.
I text you and say I need you.
Don't worry about where I am.
I needed to be alone,
But now I don't.
I just escaped misery and wanted to
Find you.
Find me,
Or I'll run away.
Block me,
So I can fester.
That's carpet.
Let me give you a million compliments.
Easily.
While you find one for me
And slip a shark a steak
Even though he'll always be hungry.
Sharks barely ever **** humans,
But they're so scary.
It's the hunger, it's the image.
It's not the behavior.
It's not.
The image is hunger.
Always give me more.
That's toxic.
I serve.
I help.
I pleasure, assist, provide
I care, then I care more.
Then I go home and rub off
The disappointment and fear of alone.
Then I care more.
And I wait for the love I give
To come to me.
And I think it will.
That's carpet.
Leave me alone.
Be honest.
That's what I need.
Let your honesty drown you
Because I'm honest too.
And I'll open up the floodgates,
Without remorse.
Sorry if you drown.
I overthink, bottle up, and overshare.
That's toxic.
Please love me.
Please act with me,
Act out the fantasies I have planned.
And re-enact the ones I did.
I'm toxic.
I'm carpet.
That's me.
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 11:06 PM UTC
I thought I could conform,
wanting to become part of the pack.
I dressed differently;
closed my mouth more.
I tried to be less caring yet more selfless
hoping to become more desirable.
It didn't work.
I wore black.
I abstained from interests in favor of theirs.
I slept only with candles for warmth
and bathed in ice water.
I froze.
I laughed at the idiocies protruded from their mouths,
trying to fit in, but stay me.
I was brainwashed.
I ate kosher for a year and a day.
I drank tea to bleach me inside.
I prayed to Mother Earth and Father Sky for strength as the moon waxed,
but was weakened when they turned away my heart at Witching Hour,
and thought I would die from the cold.
I did what I thought was good,
thinking blending wasn't a bad idea.
But still deep inside me is the need to know:
was adapting always like this?
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 9:51 AM UTC
twenteesventh.
you write of dismembered leaves,
enhaloed lust(wtf)
pains too sweet because they’re youthfully incomplete,
using incontrovertible idiocies like
dry rain droplets shining like sunlight,
edible goodbye cheerios,
edible didactics, teaching “frosted flakys”
poetic methadone methodology,
poems hats with rhyming lyrics
that taste like that burnt eyelids colored
a blood stained mustard yellow, (yum),
beyond burger veggie based satyrs,
the happy gladness of sadness,
reversible rivers flowing heavenwards,
***** ******* you want an
infernal cataclysm...
really?
dechambered hearts, ventricular mysteries,
brains wearing wooly sport jacket helmets
and other Olsonian beauties,
like I write with succinct passion,
me, who gets eaten alive by buggers saying
“too long,” “too long,” “needed a mid-poem napt”
non-lexical non-commonsensical ecumenical hysterical
chemical verbal reactionaries
and then you wonder why
PEOPLE ******* HATE POETRY?
jes kiddin’ a leetle
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 3:48 PM UTC
Our pasts are gilded in rosy hues
painting the picture of golden yesteryears
Reminisce back to the innocence
blissful in ignorance
when small idiocies collude
into a charmed life
widening smiles like the taste of chocolate
upon a younger self's lips
the world seemed so sweet and sugar coated
just to turn bitter before our eyes
searching for the sugar once again
but all time hands us is more salt for the wonds
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 10:04 AM UTC
A queer breed of Ostriches we're!
Scared of reality,
we bury our senses
in the barren sands of illusion,
live in an oasis of fantasy!
The glare of daylight scares us!!
Cosy in the arms of our delusions,
inebriated with our fallacies,
romancing idiocies,
we day-dream all the time,
while silver drizzles of the morning sun
paint the dawn gorgeous!
But we blind our senses
to a magnificent reality!
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 12:25 PM UTC
WW
( (•) (•) )
v
~<>~
X
I see you
--- --- --- ---
Metalic dreams !
Spider man love !
•
She calls to me to come out of the vast fascism
That has become
The death knell song
We worship
••
( the fascist song we worship )
I WUV YOU I WUV YOU
WON'T YOU **** ME PLEASE
MY KNEES ARE SO ******
FROM CRAWLING ALONG
I CAN'T HARDLY EAT THE ****
OFFA THE STREET
THAT THE FASCIST PIGS
OF THIS CORPORATE STATE
HAVE LEFT FOR US
TO HUMILIATE
ANY REAL FEELINGS WE MIGHT STILL HAVE
••
I see you
••
She calls to me to come to her
In a real sense
For real love
••
She says
LEAVE THESE DEAD POETS TO THEIR
SELF AMUSING IDIOCIES !
THEY WON'T CHANGE
THEY ONLY REINFORCE EACH OTHER 'S PAIN
TO EASE THEIR OWN
••
( she too
Sees ---- you )
••
Sweet mercy !
Compassion !
Grace !
••
( is BERYLDOV LEW correct ? )
Is this healing humor
Or hurtful sarcasm ? )
••
Does anyone care what wisdom remains
In the metallic dreams
Dying
Dying
In our Spider-Man hearts ?
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC
took a phone call today
please come and talk to me
got in the car, drove to you
and you said to me
*I'm not right, I feel it in my head
I've got no one else, I've got no friends
I can't talk to you, I don't know where to begin
please, just talk to me*
I talk about nothing as I watch your tears
I speak about idiocies and unrelenting fears
I whispers entreaties that drive me insane
I sit and silently know... I'm to blame
each revelation, besides the last
leaves me gasping, struggling to breathe
each time you say I can't talk about it
gives me another reason to believe
It's
my
fault
this is my shame
my horror is I walked away
knowing you were on your own
you sent me away
like a dog with a bone
with no meat on it
I don't have a clue
whats really eating you
except I could only say
*whatever you are thinking
Suicide is NOT the way*
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 4:32 AM UTC
a new poem will pass,
that haha, no one will read
but nonetheless, arguing among his several selves,
better to be more fulfilled by the emptying of himself
upon padded cell of paper, of his staining,
the piece of him now
un-chambered & un-containered
thru magma fissures, steaming & cleaning,
providing a penny's penance
for his disparate gloomy idiocies
the gray ladies always smile at him,
always so nice and gentlemanly like, that poet,
underneath his cowardly disdain,
against his pretense's grain,
contempt for old grey ladies
with old lady odors emanating
is this who you are, is this how you write?
with raggedy old words, that splinter our delight?
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
Come back Barack ...
oh my how we miss
you so,
I know you weren't perfect
in that Commander in Chief
bombing innocent folks overseas
sort of way,
but Sweet Jesus at least
you are not Trump,
you had some natural dignity
as a decent man with his heart
in the right place for most of
the time & you tried, at least
you tried to make things better
for all folks,
& you could shed a tear for the
children & you could take a joke
& you could chuckle with the
best of them & you did have
good dance moves & your
hair wasn't some sort of
freeze-dried candy floss
sort of thing,
& you didn't re-tweet Fascists,
& didn't scapegoat, & lie, & work
every single angle possible to
put a few more dollars in your
bank account,
& you had a keen intelligence for
important things such as the health
of your citizens & the world they live
in & you wouldn't say Islamic terrorism
because you knew it was a dangerous
& short-sighted & in the end truly awful
way to play into the hands of the enemy,
& you kneeled down to talk to kids in
mini-pope mobiles, & you had an honesty
& a calm reasoned approach that even
if that was too much at times at least
you didn't jump into the fire and wade
in the dark morass of prejudice & ignorance,
& you didn't appoint all your family to
powerful positions so they too could work
that dollar angle & you didn't promise
idiocies to gullible desperate idiots &
you at least weren't a ****** predator
& a two-bit snake-oil salesman who
worked a three-card monte with a
'University' so as to fleece the believers,
& you weren't called Donald Trump &
you were at least a Democrat & son of
a gun look at us now!
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC
Tottering. Tottering.
Tottering on the brink
of illiteracy,
was a man once known,
for his intellectual proficiency.
For brilliant no more he was,
as those days were long gone!
Once upon a time he was well known,
for his many exponential technologies,
From portable video projection hardware,
reconstruction surgical devices for the cochlear,
to software able to extract the deepest of thoughts.
Now, there he lay. There he lay!
Daily perpetuating and recapitulating the most misanthropic of idiocies.
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 5:58 AM UTC
...will an umbrella
protect my head
from the idiocies
of stupid people?
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC
Idiocies, flagrantly rotten hearts, such stupid ****
Numb skull niceties of chumps, chimps pimping us
Serving subterfuge, lucidly playing dumb
In life's dark cauldron now overrun, brimming with
Premeditation and enemy minds, a convict's ***** on the side.
Inception & loss by way of the gun, itches to **** to get rich
Eager harbingers of calamity and pain—terrorists…
Never feels not ashamed, brainwashed school-shooting kids
Crude excuse for players haters games, cheat & takes (life)
Empty of wisdom, belly aching snakes eats tail & world alike.
Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 2:52 AM UTC
(( ;;; ))
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<>
( • ) ( • )
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0
Love
///
Let us be free
Let us
Seed eachother
With the memory
Of creation
///
In the farthest reaches
You !
Rich with eternity
It's breath It's song
•
It's flesh
Longing to be one
With the fresh new Day
•
See ! Children in the high school corridors
Prisoners of the whorish culture !
Practicing to receive
The new deseases
///
***** into ****** eachother !
Viral idiocies Meant to
Maim
///
Love
Remember
We are the unity
We are the godhead
We are the peace
One with all others
LOVE
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC
you write of dismembered leaves,
pains too sweet,
using incontrovertible idiocies like
quiet rain, droplets shining like sunlight,
edible goodbye cheerios,
tastes that burn eyelids colored in
blood stained mustard yellow,
the gladness of sadness,
reversible rivers flowing heavenwards,
really?
dechambered hearts, ventricular mysteries,
brains wearing wooly sport jacket helmets
and others, more weirder too,
wonderfully inexplicable,
other jimmy olsonian beauties,
non-lexical non-commonsensical
ecumenical hysterical
chemical verbal reactionaries,
and then you wonder why,
PEOPLE ******* HATE POETRY?
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 9:46 AM UTC
Where are the thoughtful s, the brilliants
those young Turks of mine times with tomes ablaze
the searing searches for wisdom in flights of discoveries
soaring into heightened ideas and dives in Philosophy pools
sparring with edifices of futures past and present yet to show
The magic of minds invigorated anew
knowledge incoming and endless forays in disciplines testings
midnight oils burning as brains are lit and wonders founds in old
new skills come in and in growth and understandings you dance
versatility you embrace in bloom of maturity and richness in minds
Talk Shakespeare and see Homer with Sartre
ratios and equations take on compounds and Periodic Tables
the ***** in biology makes ******* covers even more relate-able
Byron says it sweetly and Solzhenitsyn talks Gulag in Mein Kampf
one day in Imperialism while another in Totalitarianism all ideas
My kingdom for knowledge and the trained minds
oh such joy the vista of erudition and peace of understanding
the harvesting of a million lights to banish fears and shame duds
confidence of the unconfined thoughts and enamored teachers
the august seat in a world where diversity is undreaded and calm
Thus never a war of minds or feigned stances
nothing akin to the posturing fakes and usurpers dim et vacant
or them charlatans lacking gainful foundations in pretentious airs
bovine bullies coated in ignorance manifesting idiocies a la pride
sham laughable buffoons strangling Art for art sake, dopes for free
So look below and see the infertile minds in fallow
base and dank coarse and idle with the occasional sprouts
incapable in essence limited in orientations like a pack of jackals
ignorant and belligerent or puffed up in fear like a capon in anger
nothing enlightened, positive, constructive or gainful just angst
mired in the blame game with limited senses and ignorance raving
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 9:12 AM UTC