"materialistically" poems
DUDE WHERE IS MY COUNTRY-
Have you ever seen the bumper sticker that reads-
“DUDE WHERE IS MY COUNTRY?”-
While I have and I am asking you-
Dude where is my country?
I think it was stolen my corporate monkeys-
Making us consumer junkies-
Its kind of funny-How corporations with all the money-
Make us feel like we are bumming-In search of materialistically something-
Its almost numbing how they deep drumming products in our face-
Make us feel like we have to buy-Or we will lose the race-
It’s a disgrace-Not the American way to make us feel like we smell bad without that Axe Man’s Body spray-
Or I wont feel cool unless I’m holding a latte-
And my eye glasses read dolce-
Slide a credit card man its okay-
Dig a deeper hole to your grave-
Consumer America I am your slave-
Product buying all day-
Broke as a joke-my money goes away-
My credit cards get their pay-
In minimal monthly payments anyway-
Its like a rat race-Or a never ending case-
You stay in the chase to collect what you make and the credit cards get their cake-
Its great-
Buy things you don’t need with credit cards you can’t afford-
Its all for the money-That’s why commercials go to war-
AND I LOVE IT-
I mean how can you not-A badass commercial where a dude kills a cop-gets the cold-grabs the chick-and doing it all while wearing Gillet Sport Speed Stick-
Its sick that I buy into this shit-A consumer ****** who needs another hit-
Its unfortunate-
But it’s the way it is-
Thank you Hollywood Biz-Thank you Corporate big wigs-and thank you Uncle Sam-
Without you I wouldn’t be the product buying-credit card sliding man that I am-
And before I go-
I ask you again-
DUDE WHERE IS MY COUNTRY???
Richard A. Itskovich
Sep 23, 2011
Sep 23, 2011 at 4:47 PM UTC
Regrettably recording these words,
I’m not a poet or else this would probably flow,
Though I could care less if you don’t want to hear what I have to say
Because I’m comforted by a chance to reason the existence of a soul,
So I could care less if you don’t need to be told that, I’m human and oh so vulnerable
What more can I ask for?
Able to feel the consequence of lusting for something more,
I’m lucky enough to have escaped the 21st century womb,
And avoid the convenience of a couple cuddling with a contraceptive
Understanding that I might just get one chance to say,
I’ve wanted to make the most of my time
Since I’m physically deprived,
What more can we ask for?
Not sure what will happen when these lids seal eyes that were once bloodshot,
I’m so scared of what lies after a life,
My molecularly defected design,
So I must reconcile with the fact that,
My chance to survive without a heart and mind,
Depends on how I use this time,
As we look for the divine our intelligence derived,
Glad to possibly experience the consequence of stepping out of line,
So I could care less if you think I’m a detriment to society
Since I desire to exist beyond the confines of what can be physically defined,
Happy to discover that the divine was not stamped on the penny or the dime
I’m now comforted by the consequences of being materialistically maimed,
Because I didn't find spirituality through Sunday sips of wine
Almost six feet down and comforted by our unknowns,
Maybe you’ll remember me if you made sense of this,
Because I’ve been counting the days before I’ll realize,
If I made the most of my existence
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 6:58 AM UTC
The human definition of humanity is becoming a conundrum-filled calamity.
Vivid memories of eclectic booming sounds continue bursting around veterans as they lose sanity.
Mothers work through their pregnancies as their children are born into a materialistically filled world of profanity.
Has the wheel of morality begun an uncontrollable spin in our growing urbanity, or is because of the religious wars we fight, the likes of Christianity?
A travesty amongst us all, but this pain brings an unorthodox form of healing, as we learn from our mistakes and fantasy.
We ******** band together, with our thoughts in groups, to determine a path back towards our morality.
We fight with vigor such as if we were the Roman General Antony.
These fruitless and segmented fights can make the matters worse no matter the strategy.
We must all wake up at once from our mindless love of insanity, and finally, throw to the wayside this world's cruel vanity.
Who or what will ignite the single uniting thought to spread instantly throughout, the thought that will bring peace to our mind, sanity.
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 4:45 PM UTC
Rat-tat-tat rizza rap
Humble claps for the fab
Here's a grab, take a jab
I story essay, a sore T ese
... A time without food
Those who eat all day will not understand
A year without ***
Those who always fuel a *** romp will not understand
A life without money
The excessively wealthy will not understand because it's all been inherited and not earned
This way that, check a glance
There is a chance amass
Some things that used to happen will never happen because of time
Some things that used to happen will happen again because of rare chance
Be wise and quick to grab
A time without material things
The materialistically endowed will just not understand
A series of lifetimes in the Light, darkness they just will not understand
A man goes to prison for something he has not done, the one who always gets away with crimes will never know what it means to pay the price
When position is more important than responsibility, honour they will not understand
When killing the egoic mind frees the carefree, life after death they will not understand
When sibling rivalry takes precedence over mediating a family in shambles, peace they will never speak
When the bible is the only book they have ever read, the other side of the story they will never seek
When greatness is all you know and not that your fellow man can also be great, you will never get over yourself
When your dreams overwhelm you because they are too big, you shall remain an almost-been
When you don't know when it's time to hand over power to a worthy candidate, justice and transcendence will never be
Unaware that you are sinking into being a has-been
When political muscle is more important than empowering the subjects of that power, freedom will never sing
And souls forget who they are because they've been trapped in a dome
They are living baseless lives and don't know their way home
They will still call out the tyrannical colonisers by name and be ovlivious to the fact that it has been consistently Rome
A time in the shadows, but all they see and want is glow
A time in silence, but all they know is talking about things that change nothing for the better
This way that, who has the tag?
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 7:59 AM UTC
'the tragic chapter'
she was a strange one
and that was probably the kindest thing
that was said about her
she had the kind of voice
that reminisced of old school
pre-Disneyfied hideously terrifyingly
mind-alteringly ugly witches
and her looks were not exactly top-shelf,
shall we say
but surely somehow she could have
some kind of productive fulfilling
if not altogether happy life
because everyone can have that
if they truly want it
or so we’re so often told
however
there was a problem
though this individual
held no false pretenses of siren’s voice or angel’s beauty
though she acknowledged and owned and satirized
her own plainness
she would never really be fulfilled or happy
because she had
a particularly devastating and incurable fatal flaw
you see, even though she was a perfectly capable girl
with a good idea of what she found pleasing
materialistically and career-wise
her personal life was another story
even though she would
never dream of playing princess
she still believed herself
to be entitled to no less than
a handsome prince
or knight, or duke, or CEO even
job title wasn’t really the issue
this was due in no small part to that little life gem
we’re all given
that maxim of anyone being or doing or having anything
they ever desired
so long as they wanted and worked for it hard enough
and unfortunately
another of those few things
that could be said in her favor
was that she was nothing if not determined
to the point of obsession, as it were
it was this very determination to land the alpha male
she was never entitled to
that would see through
to the very end of her tale
she knew what she wanted
and knew she would never have it
but the lack of having did nothing
to ease the wanting
so she wanted her way through an entire life
with a successful career
and her own home
and two cats
named Doppelganger and Die Fledermaus
and she spent her down time
in her house
with her cats
talking to her prince
that never was
because she was far too stubborn
to take any lesser offer
than the man of her dreams
but dreams aren’t real
and unfortunately
no one took the time to point that out to her
until in the end
when her cats were dead
and the few friends she had
got tired of listening to her
ramble through her fantasies
and gave up
and left
and she was alone
in her house
talking to her dreams
because those were really
all she ever had.
the end
Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 6:32 PM UTC
One of these days, I will find another adventurous gypsy spirit to feel all of the pain, joy, sadness, struggle, and triumph along with me as we wander; vagabonds and vagrants living like nomads. We will never live a materialistically glamorous lifestyle. But in the end, our experinces and memories will be the only religion we need. It will vitalize us spiritually and emotionally in a way that no other individual can comprehend. It will be euphoric, and it will be ours, and ours alone.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 2:16 AM UTC
Venus is in retrograde
King of Hearts,
Queen of Spades.
Or Queen of Diamonds, is perhaps
more suited to me.
For when did I start to think
so materialistically.
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 7:06 PM UTC
Back at it
Like
A crack addict
White *****
**** that shit's morbid.
These stereotypes, I ain't for em
& honestly I'm getting sick of talm bout race
Cause I know I'm the fastest
But you rigged it babe
acting like you down for me
Saying, that ****** is a clown for me
Modern
Day
Slavery
My libido is not your entertainment
But it is
& that's all I am to you
*** appeal
Strong broad shoulders
Smooth brown skin
Reflecting the sun
You just wanna soak it in
This 12 inch sacred ****
* * *
Energy Theif
Preying on the weak
-POST-
-TRAUMATIC -
-SLAVE-
-DISORDER-
He's at war with himself
-WILLIE LYNCH-
Vulnerable cause he don't know his lineage
Generational discombobulation
Instilling addiction, rage, & unhappiness
Self Sabotage
Your people made us this way
SAVAGE?
Like Chitown Drilla Music
That's just what we'll be
Coming for you & all you got
Materialistically
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 11:24 PM UTC
She will blow soon
her heart of all explosions
she will burn and materialistically mane
mad sadness her middle name
Set the table
yes set the twelve
let play the lamb
lets see how far the ******** go
Sorry but I am not that one
oh you wan at game know my name
I was never one of you
and god by her never will be
I was made not born
and I am her baby
her warrior
and loyal friend
I fight for her
I would die for her
and I know
I know I will
My love
her power
my love
never ending love
Yes I am still ticking
and not like a finger licking chicken
nor a ward of madness
just of the dark and sadness
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 11:13 PM UTC
Years have passed and many more years are awaiting to be discovered.
Love has always held its hand tight and never let go of time.
Time lives on forever and I will hold on to you until the world becomes materialistically covered.
I need you to hold onto love until time tells me that you will always be mine.
You see me as love that will always be frozen in time.
I see you as a beauty that can only be thawed out by perfection.
Perfection does not lay itself in front of one’s eyes.
I have dug deep beyond to find the key to unlocking your beautiful reflection.
The reflection that flutters the wings of all butterflies.
Time will never end but your love is always frozen in time.
So take my hand young girl and never let even a second slip by.
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 10:32 PM UTC
Shown off the glimpse of a piece of glass.
We see ourselves, we see each other, we see the world.
The person I see is finally starting to become recognizable,
But what about us?
The images shown as us is becoming blurry.
Salt water filled into my eyes at the thought of losing it.
Is life always win some and lose some?
Am I only starting to see myself because I’m losing the vision sight of who we are?
What we’re supposed to be.
No
Its glass.
Shatterable.
Destroyable.
Materialistically nothing.
The perception of who we are is given to us by a hand crafted thing, but what about within the eye of the beholder made by a woman's womb?
What about the humanistic perspective?
Are we going to constantly separate the idea of others because of the ideas of our own, given to us by a momentum that leaves our vision of sight in a second, if wanted?
Too see what we want is a self conscious choice of spacing out the other things,
And if we aren't aligned with what we want to see, we just aren't there yet.
Time goes by fast with the right beat
Have I found mine yet?
Who knows.
In this life, our reflection is internal and external.
Mental and psychical.
To hope that one day, if the glass disappears, we as people will not vanish too.
For we have the highest of confidence, no need for any of the materialistics.
Not even the piece of glass.
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 1:23 AM UTC
*perhaps they'd like these linguistic albinos, but there is a greater allegiance to the tongue, than to the flesh, to the flag, to the geography... there's a transcendental allegiance to the soul... i hold my allegiance to the tongue, even if it's imported and a parasitically gloating bud akin to cancer... i still hold my allegiance to the tongue, but not, to the people that imbue it materialistically as flag & flesh first... i have an allegiance beyond the diadem of the crown... i will speak the natives tongue, but i will not bleach myself in order to sink to their level of despair... hence i kept a dual allegiance to another tongue... nation does not come before tongue... and tongue is what is inserted to animate the soul; forget your roots, forget whether there was ever you in the first place; ******* can't bleach me into being their circus ******* that constantly tend to invent slang!*
how often i find myself wishing to speak
a third language, other than english,
**** it: even german!
but i sometimes come around thankful
that there's a cushion for the ear
to recline on...
a song in finnish, in french,
norwegian, faroese...
russian...
and i'm suddenly satiated...
they might have forced out the tongue
of the africans...
but then again the skin colour
disparity, and sure, the africans
managed to climb over their loss of tongue...
problem is... they're white,
i'm white...
my tongue is the only
thing that differentiates me from them...
i can't forget that,
i simply can't accept the Islam
of the english language...
given that it has mutated in america
and is hardly represented by the authentic
natives... if we're going to be
so, ******* blunt;
there has to be a middle...
you even know how intimidating it is
to be visiting paris,
and not knowing an ounce of french?
you get to play a deaf person...
unless you find an Italian or
a Canadian girl to be your tour guide
in a hostel...
otherwise?
cut my tongue out and start calling
me Pierre, the village idiot.
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 8:52 PM UTC