"indoctrinate" poems
We perpetuate heartbreak culture,
teaching girls the man who holds her loves her despite the bruises,
or it was her fault; she looked older.
We fetishes shoulders,
prize youth from the young in return for pre-chewed gum,
swallowing down the same tired ideals from those who still wield them like flags,
waving their patriotism on poles of bone before a throne of medieval ********
They chant mantras with beer stained breath about how 'our' country 'bested' the rest,
but what about the brutality?
The blood split on foreign soil in return for prehistoric oil?
Our land is deemed pure so long as the violence on our hands never reaches our shores,
but the ocean is red and staining our sands.
How can you have pride in a country who's sole identity is based off having the worlds largest navy?
Congratulations. You bombed your way through countless continents, collecting cultures to gather dust on pedestals and alters
We sin on Sundays, drink till we're ****** then wave at the seven deadly's (they don't apply to us here).
We teach preschoolers nationalism before they can walk,
indoctrinate our children before they can talk.
George killed the dragon.
Hood gave to the poor.
we all jumped on the bandwagon before we realised the princess had no choice and the rich still ruled.
There was no voice in the tale for those whose wail could be ignored.
What about those without lines in the script?
Those kicked to the curb, then kicked from it?
Our pavements have no room for nonconformists,
they're tailored to for same mind, same mindless wanderer,
squandering on the lasted polyesters even though that mouth on the street hasn't eaten in over a week.
'God save the Queen' from the vermin;
the homeless have been tossed out of the trash.
Why help them when you could save your cash by turning a blind?
After all, out of sight, out of mind.
Welcome to England, we hope you like what you find
Because we’re not changing it.
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 5:02 PM UTC
The diverse assortment of enrapturing conviction
Is but cacophony to most other than me,
Discord to the passionate,
Defending concepts they find true
Clamor to the indifferent,
Those value peace and human happiness
Above factual correctness
For years they’ve all, with incessant attempts
Given their utmost to indoctrinate me,
The most easily swayed of all—
But I’ve found in the rupturing of the fervent,
All ideology, ethic, doctrine,
And in the serenity of the agreeably pacific
I’ve found faith, hope—I’m sure that’s my own,
Art is by no means meaningless, I find,
Especially so when inherent by human ability
And ascribed to this lyrical poem I’ve crafted
Consisting of what I, by my means, find true
Diverse conviction is beautiful.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 11:48 AM UTC
It's a shame how you must have aspired me to become the child you always wanted
in the months and days before I was born,
before reality had its chance to construct the person I would become.
when the happy news was first heard of a new child in a new world,
who would be brave and cheerful and kind
and above all sporty,
the kind that would make an impression,a born leader and dutiful follower
a proud patron of the family name.
We would have much in common and I would remind you of yourselves
at such an impressionable age
and I would achieve all you had hoped for.
But perhaps this is the great tragedy that parents stumble upon in this constant letdown of a life.
You were lucky that I was an easy child,never keeping you up at night and never causing trouble,
but the fact that I was lazy,introspective,morbid,
cowardly,unattentive,unhelpful,bookish,obsessive,
uninvolving and unsatisfied
made me realise how much I must have let you down.
I sigh too much,I read too much,I'm so full full of sarcasm that I cannot take anything seriously,
I never want to be the focus of attention,I never eat enough,I dont care about trends,
I dont care if people comprehend me.
I must be impossible to love.
Thats why I have decided to never have children.
They could never be what I would expect of them.
I could never love someone who I was ultimately responsible for,
someone who I could indoctrinate into my own idea of happiness.
Jun 28, 2012
Jun 28, 2012 at 2:53 PM UTC
utters is
Ma~Ma;
until, some day,
you say ok, enough,
and acknowledge and satisfy her
overwhelming craving;
be assured,
the father is no different,
for after Ma~Ma,
they will indoctrinate you
with the concept of equality,
and Da~Da will be pronounced
shortly, thereafter,
probably twice as much when ma-ma is not around
so Colby,
rest easy, be assured,
both your parents were & are
perfectly
normal
Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 9:35 PM UTC
Blank minds offer anathema
The usurious are sainted
Devout all unknowing
Indoctrinate fragmental ribonuclease
Intentional homogenization
Transfection for incomprehension
Idiocracy I like it willing slaves
and none the wiser
Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 10:38 PM UTC
You are afraid if we tell you
afraid if we conceal (what we would really like to say)
afraid that we might indoctrinate you
afraid that we would rather like for you to disappear
afraid that we talk about you
afraid that we ignore what you are about
afraid that our words might be too harsh
afraid that we'll walk out without your blessing
afraid that we like to think outside of dogma
afraid that we take pleasure on challenging what you hold dear
afraid that we don't feel defended by your body (or by your *****
afraid that you might not cut it
or that we will use you (as a souvenir)
afraid that we are [not] conspicuous (sometimes we are)
afraid that (we are quite queer)
afraid of conspiracy and delusion
afraid of truth
afraid of me.
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 3:21 AM UTC
When bread is scarce and milk is a commodity,
When someone else makes decisions for your family’s needs,
When people cut in line because their life depends on it,
When there is yelling about portions sizes – “My family is bigger so I deserve more!”
When there is yelling about younger people deserving more because
Face it, they are going to live longer.
I’ve seen the oldest bunch in the neighborhood,
(Here in America)
Line up outside the pharmacy
Waiting for the day’s free newspaper to become available.
The news is not really a commodity but to be first informed is to be proud.
Then they can gossip all day about it in the park!
Well, that’s one way to interpret the trickle-down effect.
“It is in their blood,” I am told.
To wait – it’s all they know how to do.
I know what waiting is –
Standing in line until your knees ache
Your heart races faster than the line is moving
The people around you push and shove making absurd declarations like
“I was here first!”
I was born a little late to have the wait frenzy indoctrinate me.
I will never understand.
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 10:42 AM UTC
I used to be a madman
Zipping through the silent skies
At the brink of dawn
When the blue barely got eaten by the mango sun
I used to feed on thrill
I used to charge into "danger zone"
Our Tomcat cutting through dense ether
I used to rule the aerosphere, but not alone
You were always behind my back
Always by my side
Always, my best friend, my brother
I miss you my wing man
I wish you were here
To see how we've finally melted
The icy cold heart of a man
His vengeance has now been
Taken over by much respect
We teamed up to strike down
Four MiGs, when called
To tackle crisis situation
And while I escaped what you did not
I'm sorry for you, for my loss
You could have been here
It could have been us
Lighting up the air
With our jet wash
Rev up, throttle, dodge, maneuver
Target, lock, missile, eject
A chase in our F-14 will never be the same
Not again, not without you
Between you and I, my friend
I was the bad example
So I'll return to school
To indoctrinate more like you
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 4:12 PM UTC
Castigate Sublimate
Sanctify Indoctrinate
Expatriate Disseminate
Proselytize Reiterate
Reject, Deny, and Obfuscate
Incarcerate Dehumanize
Desensitize Decimate
Incinerate Rejuvenate
Simplify and Permeate
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 9:44 AM UTC
you keep me awake
eroding desire for learned things
the aching reality seeps
into the dinner i’ve yet learned
how to cook
TV,
numb the onset of a depression
bound to break me
as it already has to my family
a family intoxicated,
sitting staring submissive
to your sermon, the rippling pool
of sounds too stale to in and
exhale
I watch you indoctrinate
placid as a vegetable
like a euthanized dog
falling asleep I slide into
senselessnessbliss
…
oh
finally
my favorite show
the travel one I seldom see
take me to the places
I long for so much
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 4:35 PM UTC
Hip-shot with a blind eye and not willing to die,
I still have a few more limbs to lose before I dribble into the absence of life,
Though when I return to a crawl,
I will continue on till I perish with pride,
When I know I gave it my all,
Crossed eyed because I studied between the lines,
Sought to doubt the testaments of man, the lies with ancestral lines,
What I found left me yearning to put some six feet into the ground,
With a smile smearing to a frown, I would happily shatter a crown,
Or the existence of the insignificant,
But I control my hate,
Like the thorns that leaked the blood that I share,
Just a religion’s token of glitter and gluttony,
A sign that you forgot, not everyone is friendly,
Best walk in the shoes of an enemy,
It could be anybody,
With a different ideology,
Because I've been continually caught on your hook as you dangle this like a prize,
Extorting an opportunities at the expense of another’s existence, another life
You’re letting this fall apart!
You’re gains hurt the persistence of my survival beliefs,
From a mother yet you labeled it a start,
How do you know what it is like womb warm with a beating heart?
What if this is just a different hue of life’s light,
What if this isn't the reality you have in mind,
Not knowing if there is even an Almighty,
You've got the clothes to fill the pews,
Not knowing what came before,
You are assured what lays ahead is subjective,
What you think happens after death,
Make me want to put a bullet in my head
With perceptions based on day-dreams,
Our ancestors sown the cloths of this social clot,
Allowed till we see through the hues of faith-based thought,
We can stop it if we breed more born-again humans,
To introduce an infant,
Rather than indoctrinate the innately ignorant,
To help improve the indigenous,
Than strive for spiritual dependence.
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 1:25 PM UTC
Just business
That's all it is
Y las puertas del infierno
Is who you working with
See that corpse
It's been reanimated
It's under my control
Young trucos the greatest
Money gangs
Are all around
So ah jacker get no sleep
That's how we get down
It's World War C
To pay for the sequel
Muthufuckers getting smoked
And that's what it equals
Estoy arriba
From that Cheech and Chong
Badass joint so I can work on my song
Top half black Chucks
And some black bandannas
My face like ah stoke
Got the black ski mask
Es como yo trabajo
Rappers getting guerra
Con palabra los mato
That's ah deadline
I'm ah make em me
If not they get found
******* dead in the street
I got weapons and tactics
I deploy on you
Situation getting happy
With that sinister crew
Out of the blue
Here come the Tommy guns
We're just getting started
But you've already done
I got weapons and tactics
Specialized
To hit you with ah bullet
in between your eyes
Bye Bye
It's not ah lullaby
It's ah walk by shooter
On the enemy side
Ese cut throat game
That we play
Vatos get cut almost everyday
Mis pensamientos
Son controlados por mi
Cause from the track come on
I'm all you see
I'm still here
After all these years
Won't think ah different knowledge
Cause you in my peers
That's why I feed
Ese on the weak
I tear em up to shreds
seven days ah week
So behind
The closed doors where I be
I plan murders on the enemy
All my tactics learned
I stuff em in ah truck
Then watch em burn
Gang banging .usica
Got you ducking vatos
limo cause I'll shoot at ya
Exhale beyond Aztec kingdom
I'm on another planet
Coming back to get ya
I got weapons and tactics
I deploy on you
Situation getting happy
With that sinister crew
Out of the blue
Here come the Tommy guns
We're just getting started
But you've already done
I got weapons and tactics
Specialized
To hit you with ah bullet
in between your eyes
Bye Bye
It's not ah lullaby
It's ah walk by shooter
On the enemy side
The pistol booming
I'm mind consuming
Sleep walking out your door
What the **** you doing!
Totalitarian this regime
I pulled up just to strangle the scene
I'm sixteen Ese from their ice
Cause I'm muthufucking tweaking for the rest Of the night all night You meet zombie naco
No vacation this Nal Cabo
I'm one In ah ******* million
So know it well
With who your dealing
I indoctrinate Then I elevate
Then I go around the corner and move some weight So what you got
I got more than you
More than all you muthufuckas posted up in your tomb I lay seize
To any domain
Either you get down or
your team get slay
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 2:28 PM UTC
Nerves a twitching under silent anticipation
Been chosen to speak in quiet constant contemplation
Out of nowhere, here I am on the 11th path of Bala presentation
The equation of this fun situation, got me dreaming through the pipe of this freedom nation
I love the thought of me on a station
Or even on a page rather than in a cold cage of their creation
The courts are deceiving, they’ve got us believing that the way it is, is just the way it is
I’m more than a number on a indoctrinate discloser.
I’m a talented pure potentially grounded, loving creature
Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 7:45 PM UTC
What if our Species—far away in the past—was actually a race of neanderthals , but then a parasite from a planet inhabited by a race of Intelligent, Enlightened beings came here and has colonized us as meat husks and has failed to build a success.
Eventually, we lost our purpose.
So we followed the Sun—everything’s first god—our last hope as self-conscious apes who act in lines and indoctrinate all kinds of symmetry as dutifully as that big bright spot in the sky goes from Our east to Our west.
We are not jamestown geniuses—we are roanoke—lost in a foreign wilderness, cold and yearning for even a candles’ blink of warmth in the dark that surrounds us, alienates us, swallows us.
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 10:29 AM UTC
The presence of the 'Me' is only in the 'We'
For the 'Me' is absent outside the 'We'
Till the 'I' and 'You' is united as One
Till the 'Us' and 'Them" is denounced
Tell the 'We' and 'They' is discredited
The narrative will continue as is
It is in the 'I' and 'You"
That a delusional wall of seperation exists
Validated by the eyes images of 'Us' and 'Them'
Endorsed by the minds stories of 'Mine' and 'Theirs"
Orchestrated by the ego
Played by fear
For its is in this ideology
Suffering is rooted
Pain is ignited
Truth of origin is denied
Light of soul is dimmed
Voice of love is deprived
For there is no truth found of who we are
In the physical existance of what we see
No truth is held in the body
No truth is carried in the mind
For these are tools to be used
Only to serve our soul's purpose
For the error in this believe
Constructs but confusion
Inner conflicts and outer battles
As the
Heart and soul knows its truth
Yet the
Mind and ego created its own truth
With each label we build one more bar of seperation
With each bar stands another column of fear
As we build prisons upon prisons
Walls upon walls, bars upon bars
We indoctrinate our mind
We magnify the seperation
So what we see in the streets of the world
Is but a representation of inner struggles
For we have become strangers among our own
For we have forgotten
An attack on them is an attack on us
For there is no 'Us' and there is no 'We'
For they are 'Us' and we are 'Them'
For we are 'One'
For what we are
Transcends the eyes visibility
Surpass the minds perception
For we are not created by mind
The mind will fail to know us
For the truth of whom we are
The infinite soul
Divinely connected
A representation of a miracle
Assembled of love
In physical form
That knows no boundaries
That knows no fear
That knows no seperation
And let it be known
I say this to me, before I speak it out
In the hope of upholding these words
I choose to extend it to all
With love to us all
For perfect I am not
So mistake not that spoken is
The embodiment of me all
For I fall prey too
To this indoctrination of seperation
So let us all be the reminder for us all
Sep 14, 2024
Sep 14, 2024 at 7:16 AM UTC
I've been reduced to a fraction of who I thought I was
realizing who I had become, by the screens
portraying images and spouting words I thought were true
one day you wake up, wake up from a false reality
you were a child once, playing, wishing, wanting
never thinking about the world you inhabited
the mothers and fathers drudging along everyday
unhappy and ashamed their lives turned into a choreographed dance
now here you are, of age, in college, getting a job
unimpressed with the way society has molded you
to become just another game piece like your parents in their dance
using you and abusing you, you're just a means to an end
Dare you falter, dare you, they indoctrinate you, brainwash you
so if you dare, you fret and stress and don't want to live
you beg for an escape from the harsh world surrounding you
but be brave, do it, jump off the metaphorical cliff
fill your soul with the passion and desire a human being deserves
rather then the futile toils of rote mechanicism they have made your world
feel something more raw and powerful then they could ever give you
because they are nervous and scared that if you wake up they will tumble
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 12:24 AM UTC
Hello there,
I just wanted to let you know – that
I’m not a number.
I’m not a shade.
I'm not your motionless debate.
I’m tinted
Tainted. With ideas and a verbal philosophy
Some atrophy.
Boxed, and gifted through sacred hymns.
My freaking nature is not in the stars
Is not in your blood.
I’m not a religion.
I’m not a hope.
I’m just trying to communicate
The air to my brain.
I’m just trying to suffocate
Indoctrinate, facilitate.
This delusion of being and breathing.
I’m not a country.
I’m not a ship.
Abstractly living within an inch
Of your picturesque life - &
Intricate ambitions of death.
I’m not a law.
I’m not a consequence.
I’m dissolving to my core
Bones lighting up in fear.
Aug 29, 2010
Aug 29, 2010 at 3:07 PM UTC
Father's Day 2015 in Charleston, SC
When the murderer goes numb,
Thinks actions imply no consequence,
No need for forethought,
No heaven to approve nor disapprove,
No yearning hell to shun,
The act of killing becomes amusement,
A way to unsettle the ennui.
Drape a twisted mind in a Confederate flag,
Lace every thought in outrageous racism,
Give time and means and venue...
Turn the other way as percolating HATE
Photographs himself burning the Nation's flag,
Cradling symbolic rebel colors,
Proudly displays the vestiges of apartheid,
Rants villainy on the web,
Mind sick, and gifted with a gun...
The perfect recipe is prepared
For hellish fun.
Indoctrinate
This weakened mind,
Stir in a diatribe or two,
Look the other way,
Avoid the warning signs...
And wait...
Hope for the best,
Don't intervene...
We'll see results again
That we have seen....
The pastor greeted him at the door,
Invited him to join the Bible study.
Sitting through the heart-deep prayer,
Embraced by kindness as a stranger,
He chose to follow through,
A snake in the house of innocence...
Firing and reloading...
A coward's calculated act
To incite rage,
To challenge Haters everywhere
Race war to engage....
Looking into the killer's eyes,
Survivors speak of deadness:
No emotion, no elation, no remorse....
And so on Father's Day,
I weep and pray
For brothers and sisters
I have not met,
Mourning the dead (in Christ),
Who died at Mother Emmanuel.
(On Father's Day, 2015)
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 9:22 AM UTC
Did you see the children in grave washed masses.
Going to their regurgitate-bullshit-white middle classes.
At the altar bent over in prayer
Giving it up to father almighty
With their false sincerity, and moral ******** gripping ever so tightly
To cultureless social constructs.
Encouraged under thinly veiling drapes
To discriminate, in-tolerate, and perpetuate hate.
Did you see the bravado, pomp, and gilded age?
As it passed by sixty million in their chains of rage.
While authority figures in houses of might
Turned the cheek, cocked the gun, closed their eyes and set their sights.
I wish I could say
This is talk of former days.
But sadly this will to indoctrinate
Others minds into a foggy haze
Of superstitious dogma
Where messiahs are no more than profits, and missions to save souls
Are only to serve strategic end goals.
Is not history
It is today.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 10:06 PM UTC
I listen to my parents try and indoctrinate my brother with their beliefs,
And I listen to him fail to find the words to express that he too has ideas and thoughts and values,
he too has things he wants and needs and dreams about.
I see the frustration of being old enough to love but not old enough to control
and I listen to him fight till his eyes are red rimmed and his voice is spent because that is what he can give to his cause,
to whatever he chooses to stand up to.
And I don’t agree with him, because I don’t see heaven on a computer screen, but I do see heaven and I know what I see is worth fighting for and he knows that too.
So when he slams the door to his room and screams because he still hasn’t found the words and is being to question whether they exist
I listen to my parents lament his addiction, his obsession, his passion and wonder what they truly want,
because who are they to judge what should be of value to his life.
and the reasons they spit in his face, detachment from reality and consumer products
could describe each book they love me for reading,
each TV show that started out a guilty pleasure but snuck into their daily routine,
and who gets to draw the line.
And maybe that's what parenting is, drawing unwanted lines,
but the fact still remains that he cannot find his voice to fight the logic he sees holes in.
and I wonder again what they want,
for him to be filled with the words they use,
the ideas they value,
the dreams they choose
Because then they should buy a parrot.
Because they need to realize that his anger, angst, and rebellion
is just a search for expression.
and as I listen to my parents try and indoctrinate my brother
I pray that he won’t be the convert,
because as ugly as heresy can seem,
God forbid the day he stops standing up for what he believes in.
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 10:11 AM UTC
Consecutive concurrences countermand consciousness
Rigorous rigmaroles retrofit repertoire
Imbeciles indoctrinate ignorant individuals
Meanwhile melancholy's making moves
Entities entering earth envelope empties easier
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 6:10 AM UTC
If I am to let the past
sleep, then show me
how to let
go
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 12:03 AM UTC
Maybe I believed too much in their intimacy
That I unlearned to indoctrinate this brittle heart
Pros and cons of disappointment
Now it all feels like hallucinations
That can never swivel into authenticity
Maybe I just believed much in the tale
Yet they took it as a play
Still I feel broken
Jul 6, 2021
Jul 6, 2021 at 10:05 AM UTC
As I sit here in my bed,
I think about life.
The daring natures
that are thrown at us from afar.
The temptations entice us.
Like predators,
they hunt out our fatal flaws as if it's just our human frailty to give in to such nonsense.
Leaning closer to such temptations with curiosity dripping from your eyes,
you cant your head to one side.
And you become mesmerized by the demonic allurement.
These forces attract you and involuntarily haul you into their fallacious lies.
Now you've been brainwashed,
and don't know right from wrong.
These lies indoctrinate you,
and teach you their tactless ways.
There's others all around you,
but you don't seem to notice them.
When they try to help you,
you become oblivious to what's going on.
You rarely let others in,
only when the cacodemons take a break.
Others try to debunk the situation for you,
but you see nothing illogical.
Only when reality hits you,
do you become scared of what it's done.
You pretend like nothing happened,
and the vile temptations realize they still got you.
They start to reel you in again,
starting where they ended off,
pretending like nothing ever happened.
As if you never tried to escape.
But....
each time they get you back,
it becomes harder and harder to abandon them.
Jan 5, 2024
Jan 5, 2024 at 10:49 PM UTC
the first words that a new mother
utters is
Ma~Ma;
until, some day,
you say ok, enough,
and acknowledge and satisfy her
overwhelming craving;
be assured,
the father is no different,
for after Ma~Ma,
they will indoctrinate you
with the concept of equality,
and Da~Da will be pronounced
shortly, thereafter,
so Colby,
rest easy, be assured,
both your parents were & are
perfectly
normal
probably twice as much when ma-ma is not around
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 11:24 AM UTC