"masterminds" poems
**** masterminds
steer clear of this man
He's relentless
a pitbull
Lumping up Pinkman
for no logical reason
He's a madman
Massacres Mexican
kingpins and button men
Knocks out Keith Jardine
in a barfight
initiated as a ptsd
relief valve
Maddog brothers
Axe murdering elite
eliminated with a bullet
a fender
and a little help from Gustavo Fring
The only man
to walk away unscathed
from the exploding head of Danny Trejo debacle
Houndog Hank
the sherman tank
is hot on Heisenbergs trail.
Its almost guaranteed
One of them will die
Heisenbergs Bad
But Schrader
is badass.
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 6:09 AM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, happy August:)
purple moons and blond twins soon
talking horses and no gravity forces
jumping on cars and livestream of stars
blue dives hope and carrying yellow soap
the never ringing phone had rung and infinite questions in the air hung
mystic eyes danger and love of my life a stranger
I represent Lady Dream
and her fake lashes of gleam
a fantasy
hidden secrets in her world reality
in every color deceptive
subconsciously destructive
choose your perspective
she is not new
my haven in hours of few
on the mind
never understand what you find
now I sleep to see her poisonous skies
not to rest that one for the one who dies
nightmares my addiction don't be scared
called unravel of fallen hair
might do her a night stall
yet she leaves like a swift and crawls
now I know her stories are coming back in fear
been there done that since the end of last year
like signs flooded in clear waters
better than drowning with unknown ocean callers
I greet every era illusionary welcome
I carve every ranger in memory then run
walls in paths they deceive in glisten
the ferris wheel hangs and listens
sometimes we don't talk anymore
she throws ventures then struggles in store
masterminds wrapped around her finger they strive
Neptune rains diamonds and they cut like knives
she thinks before the sunshine we play a lying game
and I play along in absolute shame
she comes back with a curious mystery every night
and hello! sweet poetry from under my pillow then ignites
------ravenfeels
Aug 6, 2021
Aug 6, 2021 at 6:41 AM UTC
What if machines ruled the world?
Whatever would there be?
If surgeons were all robots, without knowledge.
Just controlled by programmers.
Whose programs could be manipulated by international spammers.
All out to make a rapid buck.
What if all the soldiers were not human,
If all of them were robots.
What on Earth would be?
I guess with robotic soldiers, no soldier boys and girls would die.
The robots could battle each other.
No need to worry about hurting each others fathers or cursing their mothers
What if they became corrupted?
What ever would we do?
What if these metal and plastic maniacs ran amok?
Maybe a power surge, at the wrath of Thor and his thunderstorms,
Their circuits may be rather short.
A corral full dying robots, successfully caught.
Awaiting decommissioning by their human masterminds.
(C) Livvi
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 7:28 AM UTC
Musclebound masked man
maniac mangling most everything he touches
Suicide squad serving the League of Shadows
Venom infuses his insane frame
Villainous tactical masterminds
should never be able to snap spines
and smash skulls
a faceless hulk
surgical tubing and tanks
delivery systems for his calcium crunching extremities
Every Dark Knight has their Bane
brash brutal backbreaker
Such a sordid past
a disaster
You're a slave to the Venom now
how do you live with yourself?
Scarecrow knows
the solace found in affecting fear in others
Poor Bane
insane and in chains
How weak you will become
when they take away your drug.
Aug 4, 2012
Aug 4, 2012 at 10:31 AM UTC
A wide and expanding world dilate our technology,
revolutionary thoughts and conflict initiate an evolving psychology.
Simplicity in life no longer here as we form double personalities nearly on in the same, as we all have an assumed second name.
Simplicity in life sacrificed for evolution and integrated minds, or is this just the plan of humankind's masterminds?
We forget the health and happiness of past struggle, as todays anxious, depressed, and integrated minds smuggle in double trouble.
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 4:49 PM UTC
Such sweet songs
Fall from faces full
Of open
Hearts holding hands.
Generally great groups gather
Quixotic questions,
Ponder personal perceptions,
Emulating ever entranced emotions.
Love loses leaps, leaves
Broad bruises bypassing
Catastrophically closed creations.
What wonder, what wildly whimsical
Rejoice remains?
In individualistic idioms.
As all allowed anatomical
Differences deal dictations,
Juxtaposed jesters join
Monstrous masterminds
Trivially tinkering, tryingly,
Near non-subjective nothingness
Under unusual
Vectors. Vivisecting voracious,
Zeppelin-esque, zygotes,
Xenophobic
Yodels yell,
**** **** kindheartedness!"
Mar 24, 2012
Mar 24, 2012 at 12:20 AM UTC
Passively Pacify Our Minds
Lil Wayne Is Our Guide
Willie Lynch’s Spirit
Masterminds his Rhymes
Spirits Full of Hate
Played Out on Mixtapes
Ancient Ideologies Perpetuate
As we greedily devour
Beats that makes us
Forfeit Our Power
Physically we are free
But our minds are in 1793
Archaic ideologies
chain thee
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 1:58 AM UTC
One of a kind???
To be undermined
As this earth is redesigned
by so called masterminds
The future predefined
becoming unaligned
and a lot less kind
The direction does not have to be underlined
The evils has all combined
To define the fate
of Mankind
The divine it seems
confined
Mankind has lost it's faith
Now it's only about cyberspace
So much time with this we waist
Is it upper case or lower case
is it in the database ???
It will be the down fall of the human race
You wait!!
Can't you see how it dominates
It will detonate
Mankind
As we overpopulate
We need to reevaluate
the direction of
Mankind
!!
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 8:59 PM UTC
She had a pyrrhic victory
Against the ********** masterminds
Who had her children’s lives by the tips of their fingers
And blew air of fear and dependency into their lungs.
A mother of many;
She has children of vast kinds
Segregated from all corners
By dissimilar cultures and tongues.
From the meat-loving Ovaherero in the center, northwest and east,
To the vaCaprivi, vaKavango and Ovambo in the north and northeast with their villas
To the Khoikhoi in the south with their unique communication,
She mothers them all with equal loving.
She is beloved for her beautiful contrast;
Rivers, mountains, flat plains and savannahs
Not to overlook the merging of the desert and ocean.
She truly is wonderful, beautiful and compelling.
Her name is Namibia.
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 10:17 AM UTC
When the thirst for knowledge sees no boundaries, the love for learning seeks no peripheries
The humble mind becomes your pen and on the pages of life you write every now and then .
Dwell not in past glory make your life a interesting story!
A story you are proud about entitled to happiness without doubt.
Spread the wings of joy go out there and enjoy .
Trust in the masterminds Oracle , for you are nothing short of a miracle !
©Mrunalini.D.Nimbalkar
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 3:05 AM UTC
masterminds behind the lies
have hid the horrors in disguise
this deceptive act of lying
can now be found without trying
disbelief
the temporary relief
to all corruption has to hide
I won't be fooled another time
I won't forget the choice is mine
each entree served on your platter
is nothing short of a disaster
ignorance offers no bliss
let honesty serve as your guide
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC
its hard to fine a freind.
when your dreams are moveing like leaves in the wind.
there is no wilder course
such as a lonely iron horse
there's no crazyer footpath
till you feel my falling wrath.
my feelings are like water
curous this dagger of fracture.
takeout my beaten pass my broken heart
departed from the impart of my sweetheart.
you will have one of humankinds
masterminds of one!
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 9:56 AM UTC
I am always in the other side of law,
Crime is part of me,
I don't care even a bit,
I was born in the slums, where crime is a daily chore,
Perhaps that is why I am who I am
My thoughts are all about pushing someone to the wall,
All because I am a victim of destiny
I wonna get there 'dead' or alive,
Destiny which has been tempered with,
In crime hypocrites masterminds my downfall,
I know them pretty well,
Involved in almost every kind of sin, I have learned a thing
Though in crime, change is another hard story
My performance in it's inner sanctum has never been in doubt,
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 6:09 AM UTC
Reputed MNC
We are Slave
Masterminds we're
Having first class
Shame to be Beggar
Proud to be Slave
Proud son of Mother
We're Corporate-Written on 09.04.2013
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 11:59 AM UTC
How can happiness abound
When hungry kids are around
How can I sleep knowing well
They live in a complete hell
How can I be proud of myself
If I have a pitiful story to tell
How can I turn a blind eye
When a child is blind in one eye
Because their day begins and ends badly
Every day they wake up very early
To collect dunks from malnourished cows
Who can no longer do the daily plows
Grace to the condition of the arid soil
On which the family would have to toil.
So...
How can I go to bed at night
Knowing something's not right?
How can I retire to a deep sleep
When those alive can no longer weep.
Because their lives were beyond broken
When for lights they look up to Akon
Because their leaders don't care about them
All masterminds of a rather brutal clem
The Notorious, heartless and evil warlords
Who became wealthy and turned landlords
It breaks my heart to see wartime millionaires
Keeping their dead brother's bones as souvenirs
So ..
How can I hesitate to expose this evil
By these heartless sons of the devil
How can I allow my voice to be silenced,
When power sharing is not yet balanced.
Why shouldn't I feel very bad,
When their angelic eyes are sad?
©️IvanBrookspoetry
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 10:02 PM UTC
A little bored with myself, and feeling I needed the practice so as not to be stuck in a stagnation of inspiration I wrote: for other poets, becoming-poets and readers of anything:
POETRY IS THE MEANS ✍️
Poetry is the means
To viewing thought in new perspectives,
Finding more about the self,
Separating strength from weakness,
Plus from minus.
Each and every poet is
A deus
ex machina.
Never literal,
A giant symbol
It a sign, it helps refine, define
A person’s true persona,
Things not known before the poem,
And the poet had no notion,
No ability to see
The deep, the silly,
Willy-nilly-ness yet miracle of mind,
Its mysteries with tints and hints
Of revelations previously owned
By sages, holy men and masterminds.
Everything the human misses
In the daily-nesses of existence.
Poetry gives everything a gift can give:
Reward a push toward inner riches;
Means to keep reader in stitches;
Better stock of words not least;
Poetry is priest and beast and feast,
Grist for the mill
Of keeping still:
An agency of beauty.
That is poetry.
Poetry Is The Means 1.12.2018 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Arlene Nover Corwin
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 7:06 AM UTC
Replaced,
Paradigm,
Shifted
With a downpour
In the night.
Souls,
Taking flight.
Years from now,
Upon steel plates,
High above us-
Masterminds
Displaced.
Our intelligence
Obsolete,
As artificial
Ingenuity
Breaks- free.
Taking control
Of Us.
Paradigm Shift,
All around,
Dismantling
Every thought
That ever
Meant
Anything.
Is everything that
They
Hypothesized
To be
Rewritten
By machines?
As they take over all we see.
What will we be?
It’s already happening…
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 4:01 PM UTC
I have some questions
I want take much of your time
What is up with this world ??
Why can't man see others needs ??
When did it become about me, me, me ??
When did mankind become so blind ??
With such closed minds
When did they become so unkind ??
When did they become disinclined ??
Why did they start leaving so many people behind ??
When did they stop listening to you ??
And
Start listening to the so called masterminds
When was the exact moment they started
their decline ??
When did they fall from your grace ??
At such a fast pace
When did they lose face ??
How did they become such a disgrace ??
Have you been watching this crazy political race ??
Are you ashamed of this place
It was once your showplace
When did they decide it's not worth fighting for ??
When did they forget you are Lord
Do they not realize after this
there is so much more
It's our reward
Maybe not
Because they are so inclined
to destroy
this
World
??
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 8:19 PM UTC
In peace only war can be solved
So in war only peace can be the resolve
I am feeling lost. Disconnected. Just like the internet, social media is the only form or connection we all have to the outside world from within our homes. Where we live inside electronical boxes of despair and entertainment. If you ask me, some versions of pastime joys of amusement are disasters for poison in disguise, to me that's "entertaintment". It's all taking over, it's taking everything from people day by day. Families bring their devices to the table as well as conversation and appetites.
They deserve not to be deprived of pleasure, it's the best medicine for discomfort and pain, it also helps you understand it. To the contrary, when you're trapped in the matrix, you lose touch of reality! The time being plugged into the tv, phone, computer can damage you as much as a diet without proper nutrition.
The system itself would not understand the struggles and complications we all endure, using our very own time for days to work. We are worth more than dimes, dollars and the deviled design of government masterminds, that profit from us being taken advantage of!
No system can compute the emotional confrontations of daily duties having to live amongst constant geographical changes, racism, disease, violence and technological modifications. In a world where software and hardware ages, still running good as new, contrary to our youth slowly leaves us while living. Going through all with fake smile and forgetting we can stop pretending, fate will connect ties with a force outside of life, to bring us to a place where the return policy on your living essence cannot be renewed to it's previous state.
Allowing one self to drift in and out of a peaceful mindset
As you're traveling through a passage with a lever
Only floating down the stream as a stick
Try to switch your fate as a fix
in a world, the waters is like a soothing river bank
Away into the uneasy essence crashing into the back of your brain.
Like the spotted webs that connect us all in this world
Let the powers of my ancestors reign
In peace only war can be solved
So in war only peace can be the resolve
Dec 28, 2021
Dec 28, 2021 at 9:46 PM UTC
I run from end to end,
chased away at every bend;
I fall and I falter
and for my faults I alter
my self...
it is their say that decides,
whether a monster resides
in my soul...
A soul that is played
For my innocence is slayed--
they laugh at their profanity,
the ***** dogs, the ********
the masterminds behind my insanity...
...
Jul 26, 2021
Jul 26, 2021 at 2:45 PM UTC