"industrialization" poems
To future conquering civilizations
in galaxies far far away . . .
don't worry about polluting the air,
our smokestacks have shot dirty-bombs
into the clouds for centuries,
mixing rain drops with the
black grime of industrialization,
transforming our children's tears
into cesspools of sulfuric acid and ddt.
We've also drained the bayous and swamps
and between you and me
don't even bother landing in Africa
there isn't suitable drinking water
for miles, you see.
You can thank years of colonization for that.
In fact, you may not want to land
on Mondays, Tuesdays, or Thursdays
in LA either-
on those days the air quality index
is 175 and far too unhealthy for any
biological organism to survive.
But at least you won't die of malnutrition
you've got decisions:
McDonald's or Burger King
choose
cholesterol and diabetes are your shock troops.
Send them in immediately,
there won't be much resistance
we've got these things call lazy boys
and daytime t.v which have
enslaved the population and decreased
the distance
between fully functioning
human beings and mindless apes.
Don't worry about bringing weapons
we've got those too
we've perfected the art of blowing each other away
there's not much for you to do.
we destroy cities with fire from the sky
and our mushroom clouds rise
at least ten miles high.
And god can't see, there's too much smoke
in his eyes
and our radiated children die
with radiated sighs.
While we are on the topic
don't worry about us spreading
propaganda
we've lost the ability to communicate.
We've learned
books turn a peculiar dark yellow
when lighted and burned.
And forget erasing history,
we've done that too.
Our subjugation of native peoples
is masked as 'patriotism'
under the red, white, and blue.
But don't get me wrong,
I tell you all
of this not to dissuade,
please come and attack,
please come and invade.
Here, I'll even turn
on the lights . . .
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 9:06 PM UTC
bowling pin serenity
white and controlled
everyone loves the separatism
as it is encouraged and propagated
revolution as a fad
for ****
right to buy, die, fry, and try
skin-color guarantee
Paul Mooney, “complection for protection”
meaning my pigment protects me
from what….
I experience the loss of loved ones to cancer and illness
I suffer years of addiction and the lasting effects of liver damage
I am poor, was raised in poverty
my skin means nothing to the bill collectors
or the tax man
or the capitalist system
do I not suffer the slow poisoning
of industrialization
of globalization
infection
rejection
……
We all sit as slaves in this new America
I just happen to be in the front of the bus
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC
what is a human
but a cosmic spec
of semi-wanderlust
destroying the planet
because they believe
they rule it
while if the human race
ceased to exist
the world would
flourish
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
You change my mind like a massive industrial factory.
Because flowers.
Supposing friendly.
What if therefore.
You crush my forethought in your mandible machinery
For after yellow.
Beside a lake.
Through crimson humility.
I melt under your molten supervision on the grandest scale
Melodic franchise.
Hypothesize sunbeams.
And if replace me.
You reorient my viewpoints on your conveyor belt of
liquidated mellow
jurisdiction.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 2:33 AM UTC
The empty air has a bitter tone
When it bites at my fingers
And yells profanities in an unrecognizable tongue.
It stings when it sings.
It has an aberrant gait
And a detached mien,
This lack-of being.
The tempest’s strides jounce its overly-wide shoulders;
Its prominent brow sends an antagonistic shadow
Cascading down its lip and jaw.
This active silence whispers age-old secrets
Its fingers tousling the amber leaves
Of my autumn’s long-dead trees.
The sound resonates,
And this taunting, all-knowing,
Omnipresent, nonexistent-but-still-there wind
Smiles at my naïveté.
Weary under the weight of the world
And the smog of self-importance.
Its eyes are clouded with grey rain,
Its teeth sharp with a bitter resentment;
“I’ve disliked you since the 1700s,” it breathes,
Throwing an airy, acrid gaze at humanity.
(“I’m sorry, but it is you who made me this way,
With your scornful industrialization.”)
Its eyes are frigid, piercing,
Wicked, yet reserved.
Cruel in their taunting assumptions,
Yet,
In those forget-me-not eyes
I found the sky.
May 8, 2010
May 8, 2010 at 5:36 PM UTC
The dryness of my mouth
Feels the ***** sound of darkness
It screams
Freedom
Like the youth knowing more than
What it has been told
Each sand of darkness goes to sleep
Peacefully
But we know its
Sound
How the taste makes our stomacs full
Of disgust
Pinching our most inner thoughts
Our eyes see
drying them out
How the earth blossoms with green spinach
Is that not a sight to see?
Everyone sees industrialization, (pipes)
Machinerary
You will pull all of your hairs out
To see that is reality
Pumping our fuel and water for money
Mar 29, 2011
Mar 29, 2011 at 10:06 PM UTC
Welcome to America;
You will pour your faith into a dollar
You will feed our corporations
You will get an education
You will have no hesitation
You follow a religion
You will buy into the system
You will love industrialization
You will find an occupation
You will endlessly strive to be rich
You will envy the famous
You will fall behind on your payments
You will pretend you have it all
In hope that someone else will fall
You will believe in us
You will settle for simplicity
You will ignore your own divinity
& We will tell you,
You are free.
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 1:11 PM UTC
Subconsciously our minds are being taken,
by an aggressive and educational break in.
We’re taught how to use spreadsheets,
when the companies
who stole from us
use the spreadsheets
to calculate their profits.
We’re taught how to find “x”,
When we should be finding
our cultural roots,
that are covered
by the pavement
of industrialization.
We’re taught how to be consumers,
so we consume
our history
becoming the
wolves that tore
us apart.
To control our minds is
to control our land,
which was ripped from the
humility of our own hand.
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 5:23 PM UTC
if you stop
and wait long enough,
you can see my life build itself up.
going through the industrialization of happiness.
things seem to be looking up.
and then slowly
one worker slips
it's over extended itself on building up.
the resources are gone.
then they all start to.
it seems that war
inner and outer conflict; turmoil
has become the rival, t
he other power
versus the good.
it's black or it's white.
that seems to be my life.
there is no grey.
i'm not mysterious.
i'm not magical.
i'm not the face everyone inspects
not the voice everyone listens to.
it seems to be like a cold
(depression that is)
crawling back at unsuspecting times of my life.
reaching out to the light and strangling it.
i suppose you would try to understand.
maybe even try to help.
but in the end
like the industrialization of my happiness
your loyalty will crumble as well,
and i'll be left to my own devices.
and they're not dull.
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 7:48 PM UTC
One two three four five
One two three four five six seven
One two three for five
Capitalism
Industrialization
Incinerator
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 8:14 PM UTC
Amputated human beings, only
gears, nuts and bolts that make up
the machine. Oh woe, who are we
post industrialization
but the first positive proton
to survive its opposite, the first
fiery bursts of fusion
to breathe light into blackness.
The first hydrogen atom
to find its partner, the first
galaxies to swirl and dance
to gravity’s tune. We are
the Earth’s first rain, mud puddle
and microbe. The first furry mammal
and the last dinosaur.
We are the last breath of humanity,
the Sun’s last ray of visible light,
the first collision of galaxies
and the last supernova.
We are the last breath of the universe
the silent second before heat death.
We— not humanity, not Americans, or any nationality, not **** sapiens but we, the consciousness that exists to say the universe knows itself— are the widest rings in a ripple, riding waves set into motion over 13 billion years ago.
Mar 27, 2011
Mar 27, 2011 at 8:44 PM UTC
Pencil and paper turn into stylus and screen;
our world is industrializing like we've never seen.
Manufacturing products out left and right,
and soon enough our prototypes will join in the fight.
Are we possibly producing more than we can consume?
Do we understand that technology could lead to our doom?
Convenient, oh sure, as we just sit here and get fat.
We have iPhones, and iPads, but no eye contact?
The air is getting dirtier and unhealthier per day,
and we believe the government when they say it's okay.
Do we not realize how much harm we're actually doing,
even though a better world is what we're pursuing?
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 12:04 PM UTC
*
*The world we see today
The world we human have made
Polluted, corrupt, unequal,
Filled with
Classism, communal & casteist...
With 70% of flora-fauna extinct
Since advent of agriculture
Industrialization & new age
A world where
People are insensitive
Where they even cheat
Their brother, sister & family
And acquire wealth illegally
This world we live in today
Did not fall from the sky
Did not happen in a day
It happened because
People were indifferent to LOVE
People were indifferent to
Those who LOVED them
Bystanders just stood and watched
Jesus crucified, Mansoor lynched
All LOVERz of history
like...
Layla Majnun
Romeo Juliet
Shirin Farhad
Sohni Mahiwal
Heer Ranjhana
Stand as a reminder
That they and their LOVE
Stood to save
Humanity and the world
The BELOVEDz & LOVERz
Died in longing pain
Because the world
Treated them as sick & mad
Considered them as criminals
And ousted them from
Their lives and society
All throughout history
The LOVERz-BELOVEDz
Died because
There were those who
Even though knew about "LOVE"
Sat back and watched LOVERz
Die a slow painful death
This life, work, wealth,
Money, power, fame
Are tools of the
Modern age we live in
A Machiavellian design
To mark and **** out LOVERz,
Deprive them a right to LOVE
And to finally annihilate them
This is new world's
Biggest betrayal of
To those who came with
The message of LOVE
Every day world demonizes
The one who LOVEz
By calling them names
And keeping them out of
Their lives and society
Three things:
a. The majoritarianism herd mentality
b. The subservient pseudo intelligence
c. And a lack of conscience
Any one alone can not
Destroy LOVE as we know it
But...
A combination of all three
Could prove deadly on
Those who LOVE - like us...
LOVERz are not betrayers of life
But they are the whistle blowers
And the watchdogs of conscience
LOVERz show the mirror of
True self to the world
So that one can save humanity
Where are those who believe in LOVE?
They are here, they live in us..!
In the BELOVEDz - LOVERz,
In YOUz & me, In me & YOUz*
*
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 7:10 AM UTC
Here comes Mighty Hero, proponent
of Industrialization, enemy of green.
Delicate petals of flowers shake
standing within grass like beauty queens.
If you hate grass, veil of queen,
then why you attack standing behind veil.
Numerous beauty queens trampled then
why you use any queen as shield.
Don't ever mistake hardy cactus for
delicate petals, in deserts it can survive
If you want to see mercy of the Mightiest
see Oasis, in extremes it thrives.
Here comes mighty hero and his cheap
remarks, clap, clap..and be 'gay'.
Unlike hypocrites, I love environment,
I love greenery, truth openly I say.
Let the dead leaves on numerous graves
your mighty hero's bravery speak.
Knowingly, unknowingly each bows
before God, see hero's shadow oblique.
Clap and whistle when brave hero burns
jungle green and its neighborhood.
Pollution and smokes are sure to
enter your houses then will it be good?
Don't pollute skies wide enough to fly
kites of all possible colours and hues.
Dare not destroy environment, never
cut green trees and berry laden yews.
Hypocrites! close your eyes, in seclusion
press bravery button with a glee.
Large mirror of conscience will appear
and a man very ugly, naked you'll see.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC
Balancing willows on the tip of the earth
The ground below eagerly catching their tears
Their dilapidated easel is poorly shaken
But they have not given into such inconceivable fears
A thinking man's dream of peace forsaken
Only to build in one hundred drawn-out years
The simplicity of man has thus been taken
As the willow weeps for that so cavalier
Where the grease of industrialization so nonchalantly flows
The willow in his beautiful stability knows
That when man's irreverent complexity grows
His drooping leaves to wilt like a rose
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
There is but one point where everything stands still,
And we can only create it, not find it in the natural world.
I find this fascinating
In a world of industrialization,
Timely schedules,
And 7 billion people,
Nothing ever stops.
Though I try to sit as still as silence,
I **** my breathing momentarily,
I resist the need to blink,
This does nothing.
My heart still beats,
My veins still pump,
And the hormones triggered by my brain will still be released.
The rocks will still shake at the molecular level.
Underneath the ice, the lake is still moving.
And the air, though no wind may be felt, persists higher up still.
Yet there is a joy that comes from watching everything around you,
As you freeze time,
And they continue on.
The river speeds on faster than was noticed before.
The people move quicker along the sidewalk.
The cars accelerate until the stop sign approaches, yet even then their engines still growl with a readiness to pounce.
But I sit here and wonder why more do not stop like me.
Is it cowardice that keeps them in constant motion?
I think it more to be blamed on an unwillingness to care.
Ignorance - there's a reason it's bliss.
Maybe if they did stop, they would start caring more about the river that runs underneath them perpetually.
Creating sanctuaries for infinite numbers of species.
Loving each one equally.
Harmonizing with the trees and flowers.
Caring for the muck and dirt with no where else to go, nothing else to be.
And perhaps caring is scary,
But peoples' lack of care, I find angering.
I enrage over how more people don't care,
And how if we all stopped just one moment each day,
Things would be much different.
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC
An x-ray view of what was before while looking for the after now
Like a resurrection and afterlife on some biblical prophecy
Be aware on the conscious for its under attack by malware
soon to fully develop into a spyware
Your mental is like your software
Operating system needs an upgrade
This virus just gave it a reboot
With simple task manager for putting on a mask
Betterment of the self is a daily update
Because the past is what you have lived and it all crashed
But we need to understand that our attention on affection is being hacked
Being scanned everyday as we usher into the era of the cyborg
Some lifestyles we need to abort
Social interaction is digitalized
friends are stranger on social media
Here was the birth of social distancing
industrialization sign in globalization to confinement
Can’t we see the danger!?, people have become invisible
Let put aside propaganda its not in this piece’s agenda
In an atmosphere filled with uncertainty
dwells fear of change with a wave of intolerance
A dominant experience at the moment is sense of grief
notion of sadness, despair, helplessness, powerlessness and anger
Fragment of blame, echo chambers of many
Negative escalation of human degradation
Issue is on face mask as the color of the skin
Being policed by leaders with empty promises
It feels like the pandemic took a 360 degrees turn
to make it a worldwide web
In some ways it has come full circle
back to localization, national budget and personal introspect
Everyone is loading their data
refresh the mind on the page
what does history show
Before the hand shakes, people kissed to greet
Here we tap our feet
Gathering set the tone of joy
Togetherness was a remedy now in a memory
We just have to stick as family
unfamiliar at a point of acceptance becomes familiar
Mar 12, 2021
Mar 12, 2021 at 2:53 AM UTC
dreaming demon screaming without reason
treasonous season fastidious and aromatic
blooming blossoms bursting from bosoms
new shoots shooting forth
life re-awakening with longer days
and warming temperatures –
civilized industrialization outclassed
by the low roar of larva taking flight
en masse wings flash and crops gasp
nature retaliating after its relinquishment
relegating mankind to extinguish the fires
of the long cold lockdown –
frolicking fawns free and fuzzy
boundless bounce in green alfalfa fields
white tipped hare tails leap and scurry
and Mrs. Coyote cleans kits absentmindedly
looking over flowing prairie grasses
for a mouse sized morsel –
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
As a kid I used to read news about future speculations
where people will buy enough oxygen cans due to rapid increase of industrialization which in turn leads to air pollution
Canadian company sells cans of fresh air
the above line proves me the speculations are going to be real
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 1:41 PM UTC
standing in the pre-dawn glow
I raise my arms to the last great god of men
and wonder why no one
praises Venus
when they crossed the sea
it was Venus who parted the waves
when they looked around at calamity
it was Venus they cursed
when they wrote calendars
it was the variation in the great comet
that influenced days, months, and years
we have forgotten –
a bright spot on the horizon
is all that remains
of the horned beast
that nearly wiped humanity from existence
the massive upheaval documentation
either verbally in the native tribes
or physically as with the Chinese or Hindu
state clearly the reality
natural destruction
in the eyes of those who came before
was placed on an invisible all-knowing god
while today,
news agents would explain
an incoming comet
is about to destroy all life as we know it
get ready –
looking up at the star filled night sky in wonder
and amazement
as I now understand why
these were the gods
and their movements and actions so carefully notated
sadly, we will not get to relive this sight
it will be our own actions
that bring about the new age of man –
no longer is a planetary body required
when we can build nuclear reactors and dump waste into the oceans
there is no real necessity for god to send
agents from heaven
to smite unholy cities
we drone bomb the innocents daily
long past are the days in which a vengeful lord
would take actions against those who would deny
Monsanto and BP have completely poisoned
any and all available land that was once
suited for inhabitation or food production
engineered salmon swim through
plastic islands
in a quest to bash their mutated brains
into man made dams
that no longer do anything but
stop the natural flow of the rivers –
broken promises of a returning savior
have the masses crying out
while refusing personal responsibility for anything
when they burn in the fires of neglected industrialization
I will sit atop a lonely mountain peak
and enjoy natural hand-made marshmallows
with those who would listen
and take heed --
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC
Great men have drowned in a sea of
hope and faith, not me,
I dwell beneath the bridge where
industrialization emits,
where the cars pull the plump white
pigs that we seem to mistake for people,
These big white pigs in their
white suits and their white
Minivans are gobbled up by their ego
White seems to be a popular color
here, it’s conveniently the
color of the fog that adorns
itself above the river each day,
I inhale it, I take it all in,
like ******* on a cigarette,
this cigarette of such
sadness and despair,
It burns my throat, the fog grabs
my lungs with forceful wrath
and shakes me to my absolute core
Why, must you hurt me? what must you take
from me that hasn't been taken?
all the pigs seem to be fine while I am
suffocated by this thick smog
it’s not fog, it’s the smoke
coming out of the cars, no the pig’s
chariots and the factories of this
god-forsaken town, hugged by the river
Yes, this is where I dwell, in the town ******
up the *** with the gigantic **** of capitalism,
The city, like me, struggles to avoid the suffocation of the
fumes, the smog, the smoke,
I look into this smoke and see true terror
I see this HOPE, HOPE, HOPE,
Yes, the great dictator of positivity, with it’s
letters branded on my heart from out of the womb,
HOPE jumps into my soul and FAITH holds me down
telling me that the man who just died will
go fly into the sky, to infinity and beyond,
The smoke seems to be infinite when I stare at it,
an endless cloud of cloudy thinking
that washed out reality,
Like how the moon is washed out of the sky
each morning, when I go down by the river
to wash my sorrows away
down by the trees
taken by the breeze.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC
time is fleeting
incandescent fire is shooting up into the sky
an orange to a blue, a conceptually profound blue
something deeper then space itself--
it has been here all along
waiting
for time
to find it
beneath everything fathomable
we are expansive
flying as smoke from a fire
we are productive
accelerating as industrialization did so
we are imperfect
crawling as I walk to a opulent eventuality
we are human
I fell into it--
floating into
an infinite odyssey
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC