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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 . . .
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Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 9:06 PM UTC
Advice for Future Colonizing Civilizations
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 . . .
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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
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Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC
Human Race-ism
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
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
industrialization
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.
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Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 2:33 AM UTC
Mind Industrialization
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.
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May 8, 2010
May 8, 2010 at 5:36 PM UTC
I Can't Hear it Anymore
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
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Mar 29, 2011
Mar 29, 2011 at 10:06 PM UTC
Dryness of My Mouth
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.
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Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 1:11 PM UTC
Pledge Allegiance to Nothing
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.
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Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 5:23 PM UTC
Results of a Colonized Mind
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.
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 7:48 PM UTC
rise and fall of industrialization of happiness
One two three four five One two three four five six seven One two three for five Capitalism Industrialization Incinerator
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Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 8:14 PM UTC
Haiku
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.
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Mar 27, 2011
Mar 27, 2011 at 8:44 PM UTC
You’re only part of a machine
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?
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Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 12:04 PM UTC
Industrialization
* *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* *
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Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 7:10 AM UTC
Where are those who believe in LOVE?
* *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* *
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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.
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Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC
Environment friendly Poem
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
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Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
the willow
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.
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May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC
Absolute Zero
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.
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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
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Mar 12, 2021
Mar 12, 2021 at 2:53 AM UTC
New Normal
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
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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 –
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May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
embracing Spring
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
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 1:41 PM UTC
1022. Air bottles for sale
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 --
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Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC
crying out to the gods of old
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 --
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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.
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Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC
Smoke
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.
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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
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Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC
To The Essence Of Everything