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doing either one and
we dream of $8 haircuts
and no plans of anything
but watching the routine
of life unfold in front of
prying eyes through
venetian blinds
as singles mothers
prep their child for the
education of death
as dogs walk their masters
as fathers choke on neckties
and stress in traffic
as the mailman makes
his rounds
and someone is being born
and someone is dying
and someone is dead
and worst of all someone
is dead before they die and
money is made and money is spent
and someone is lubing themselves
with comfort and convenience to
make getting ****** by the world
a little more tolerable
and a little less raw
and I am here
eating walnuts and
drinking Spotted Cow
and listening to Sonic Youth
on this delving day
while the rest are scouring
through another day of
intolerable hell but we never
stop and think for a moment
to ask ourselves who we are,
we just enable them to run our
lives and tell us who we should be
because when they got you at
Americans, well, at least in the media believe that the way to change behaviors is to punish either criminally, civilly or socially anyone who doesn't fit the societal norm.

Think about that for a minute,

...when someone is emotionally conflicted to the point that their behavior is no longer considered within a range of acceptance and THEN society decides, or any group, movement, political ideology or party to shun or expel, to incarcerate, admonish and thereby torture an, "emotionally conflicted," soul what you have accomplished by society's response is to create permanent anger and hatred.

Permanent anger and hatred.

American society therefore can be said to relish hatred and permanent anger as a way of life for all of it's citizens since every single person whom is inflicted with pain upon suffering will be assured to continue inflicting whatever pain and suffering they can on everyone else the rest of their life. So your only solution is to remove these souls from society permanently.

Was that the intent?

Is that the goal?

Do we need law, rules and fantasy crimes for every single thing a person says or does?

Is the endgame to remove these from society or to reform them?

Imagine now,

America arrests or imprisons one million people per year for using drugs,

...there are forty million felons alive today.

Wow! Lot of bad guys off the streets huh? Let's put that another way shall we?

America ruins a million people a year.
America creates a million 'soon-to-be' violent felons every year.
"Felons," who were nonviolent before being tortured by society and tortured in prison...forty million angry people live around you right now.

Forty million people!

America must want the nation to fail for every year we destroy a million people just because we want to be able to say at least I am not as bad as that person and point your finger while knowing there is no reason, no civil crime, that warrants bankruptcy, imprisonment, violence, ****, abuse, belittling, shame and banishment just because you personally don't like video games.

...or you don't like gambling,
...or you don't enjoy ***.
...or you don't smoke marijuana,
...or you hate Hollywood liberalism. can't stand alcoholics,
...or you're afraid of the mentally ill.
...or your jealous of the *** you perceive someone having,
...angry because you think you work harder than someone else,
...because you deserve a better life so why not destroy others right?

Hatred as a virtue.

I wonder what our economy would be like if the 'fifty-plus' MILLION alleged criminals had jobs instead of listing away producing the smallest amount of productivity possible because YOU THINK they deserve to have a worse life for acting in a manner you do not agree with PERSONALLY.

That is one out of every seven people in The United States.

Hatred perpetuated.

That is American culture and that is why Black Lives Matter.
Andrew Rueter Nov 2017
People yearn for peace through the night
When they can only see by inferno light
A flame that engulfs the world
But begins in our hearts
We've been tainting this pearl
From the very start

When ****** is part of their plan
I honestly attempt to understand
But the tears I hate flood my brain
When fears create blood and pain
I'm willing to lose my agency
As long as they don't aim at me

We bang our heads on the wall
Until they roll on the floor
They built a ceiling so we'll fall
So we can't reach the door
I am no longer the man inside the estate
When I'm disenfranchised by the state

So I'm pushed to society's outskirts
For the people with whom I flirt
And my perceived net worth
But where one society ends another begins
And they all claim that I've committed sins
So I wander around
Just not inside towns
Where the bullets fly like the accusations
And productivity drains all inspiration

I live in the remote wilderness now
I hoped things wouldn't be so loud
I hear drum beats in the distance
They're explosions killing infants
But there's nowhere else to turn
And my lawn is starting to burn
Must I deal with the chaos colossus
Or could I continue playing possum?
Must I stare into the fiery abyss
To make it onto heaven's list?
Must I return to the mainland
To experience my final stand?

I will wrest sovereignty from them
I will rest in poverty until then
But I would rather have less money
Than subtract family members
They say you draw more flies with honey
But all the flies die in December
Umi Apr 2018
The desert,
A sea of sand, drought and dry air under a scorching, blazing Sun,
The wind may feel alike a cut, which burns through your senses,
Relentless, the heat takes over by day, yet by night it is cold enough to freeze you if you come unprepared. Such would be a foolish idea,
A dessert of thoughts, driving into my brain, leaving ideas uncovered
Leaving productivity hidden, under the sand of hatred and self doubt
Such places, landscapes, covered by firy silicate or ice are truly lethal,
Such state of mind, covered by uncertainty is truly lethal, for ones wonderful creativity, for art of all kind, conveyed or material, if you might wander through such a land without any guide to help out,
Worry not, for after every drought comes rain, blissful rain to fertilise the soil of thoughts which will blossom in wonderous ways, to shine,
After all, motion without movement cannot be possible so try to move
A wise friend once tought me, that if you give it enough time, even a nigh impossibility becomes a certainty, even a desert could be a forest
But until then, be patient my dear, even the most deserted place, carries some beauty in it, no ?

~ Umi
Jason James May 2018
Don't become your plastic smile
Your direct eye contact,
Your unfailing positivity,.
Your ambition,.
Your productivity.

Don't become your disguise
Live outside the system
Survive as yourself.
The mask you wear is hell

Take some time alone
Realize who you are
Don't become your disguise
Or you'll never know who you truly are
Emma Price Dec 2018
Going nowhere fast,
no idea where I'm going; all I know is I can't be last.
Time seems to have come and gone in a blast,
when I look back at the past,
my lack of productivity leaves me aghast.
~much love
Strange world, my mad head cooled
after a breath of jungle spice;
That acrid smoke, I
feel better
for having inhaled.
Less than 20mg of DMT
reminded me it's OK to relax;
I forgot that it's good for me,
That it can help with my mental health
and thus my productivity. I went without
for too long, tortured myself out of curiosity.
Today I renewed my love for psychedelics,
Exchanging respects with them.
It remembers who I am
after a dip in
the Lethe.
Nnaemeka Mokeme Apr 2019
Royalty and
Rivalry and love.
Humility and
Fruitfulness and
Beautiful beginnings
and achievements.
Countless glory,
rise and fall.
Fear and
and failure.
That's the story
of my greatness.
All manifest itself
in my life.
Today i stand
in that place
where yesterday
when i contemplate
the dark periods,
my eyes could
scarcely see.
Humbled by
long suffering,
with my back bent.
I summoned
the inner strength
to conquer the
harrowing and
painful experiences
which my mouth
could never express,
or even explain,
that infested my life.
It was not
all that rosy.
But today,
I'm still here,
I'm still right
here standing.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
I get sentimental about my skin.

I figure my superpower is: depression.

I reckon the cult of productivity our religion.

I fall farther into complacence than I'm comfortable with.

I think compassion is acknowledging the shared human condition
of imperfection.
I wonder when no one is
Marla Oct 2019
Birds fly way up in the sky
like dreams floating upon clouds
towards the end of May.
They soar over cities
with their feathers so pretty,
trying to make sense of this life
to prepare for the next.
If a bird could speak,
I'm sure they'd tell you all about
just how ant-like we humans are.
Roaming in droves and always in
a frenzied swarm of productivity.
I wish I were a bird.
Being an ant isn't much the life for me,
I was made to fly and live out these dreams.
But here I am behind a desk like so many others,
grasping just to get one chance
at living the life of another.
Soul Scribe Jun 2018
Have you ever been grabbed so hard
and for so far
you don't where you've been
or where u are
Like getting hooked on a cigar
Or getting lost in the stars
Our mind focuses on pleasures
It's not too bizarre

But this one’s different
Now this one's changing
The way our brain works it's rearranging
It contains a false happiness
It remains a pure nastiness
And half the population just thinks it's amazing

Now I come from a place of past addiction
Past affliction brought my conviction
what's my depiction of the world we live?
A world of sin.
A world that just wants to press you in.
Into all the pleasures it recommends.

You're on the front lines
And we bind to our grind of this selfish incline

Looking at women and looking at men
Saying you won't do it
And Then doing it again
Praying to stop and then saying amen
Back to the cycle and we starting a trend

It allows for ****** dysfunction
A societal malfunction
A Moral reduction of our country and others.
And I just don't know what I can do
I feel so useless
But I'm trying to get through
Yeah I feel so corned
If only I knew
God... can you give me a clue
Don't disregard I'm not being taboo
But God said we are all a creation that's new
But right now I'm just feeling like that's totally untrue
I don't know
I don't know if I ever will
However I'm on a clever endeavour still
I'm trying to weather this pleasure thrill
But God please come down and **** this forever feel
God please come down and **** this forever feel
Because I feel like I cannot do it myself, no I know that I cannot do it myself.

We preach don't do drugs!
Then we run around the corner
And then we succumb to a fake hug acting like it's just love
A flood of Testosterone endorphins all at once
Till we're addicted for months and months and months and no one wants to discuss but I'm here to confront this mess we have created inside our home front.

Ted bundy
Said shun me
Got addicted to ****
Once he
Watched it once on a monday
And this man was on a mission
To abuse and **** women
And is quoted sayin it's all because of that decision to get addicted
And it is a decision yes or no
Excess or success
Distress or progress
But we would rather live in sin than confess
But when we finally decide
Whether to live or die
We will find he's waiting for us on the other side
Ready to take us home in a chariot ride


**** kills love
Bird shot versus dove
Dysfunctional families sold by the millions
One-night stands just sound brilliant
7 billion desensitized civilians

Grotesque ****** activity
Reducing productivity
Embracing your captivity
This poem encapsulates the pain and horror that the addiction of **** creates
Into the night
There's a different mood,
A different escape,
Something in our eyes
Hold all the magic.

Light blocks,
Keeps us apart
For the world is to big when bright,
And to small, with everything so close
When darkness and cold arrive.
It's in the night
We become interesting,
We let productivity aside
To be more content, authentic.

That's when we no longer
Rely on images
Our imagination
- Ironically -
Is free.
Curlan Eiruc Feb 2019
Sometimes I feel my bones, my blood trying to jump out of my skin
As if there's this pull of energy luring them from their bond of desperate sin
Like time is too slow for my energy, the vibrations too strong to sync
Even my lungs cant catch up, death seems as sweet as ketchup
Nothing is enough yet everything is too much. Is this a setup
You dont want this creative energy. though it does push your productivity
can you get out? it feels like hell in my body

This is not a panic attack or the leap or love
not the product of a workout or lack of slumber
this is natural and unexpected, hits you where you dont ask for it and when your body is stagnant
it just happens unpresidented and all you can do is sit in all of it.
Breathe in, breathe out
Breathe and live till the end of it
Gods1son Nov 2018
I am from the African descent
It does still show in my accent
I was God only, I should depend
Even, if I'm thrown into the deep end
I guarantee you that I will always ascend

My mama raised me to live decent
Showed me to follow Godly precepts
Anything below excellent, she taught me to reject
Expressing love was a daily subject

She taught me to believe in my heart
To hone and master my craft
In all my dealings, to play my part
Whatever I give out (positive or negative) is surely coming back

She said, be up and doing... Don't be lazy
Productivity is not synonymous to being busy
Let them see your work ethic and call you crazy
Just in a matter of time, they will call you amazing

She taught me to be careful with my words
'cause they have a big influence on my worth
Never compromise honesty
'cause it's worth more than any currency

She said, your attitude is like a ladder
It could take you up or down
No matter what life throws at you,
You were born to be a success, so stand your ground!
Due dates;
A revolving strain on time,
A resulting
For proven effort;
Our productivity
Our professional fate?
We look inward,
And contemplate,
And find
Our update
Is late
Sachin Subedi Jul 2019
World now does not need people with opinions
world needs people with rational action
People most often seem to have opinions they don't act upon
Opinions are meant for action
else people should learn to appretiate
But indulge in the clash of opinions of one another about the next opinion of the other
It is an utter nonsense
this context is seen around
most often from street, acadamia to regism
from old, young to the teens
Opinions now a days have no reference of a proper ethics
in fact people in the top also lack ethics in institutions
Irational, unethical youth with bad unreferenced opinions with actions irational
wow people

Thanks social media for collapsing proper journalism
Thanks global connect for diminishing the tribes
Thanks internet for information overload
Thanks people for opinions
thanks opinions for indulgence,
thanks indulgence for no productivity,
thanks no productivity for unemployment,
thanks unemployment for people with opinions,
Thanks opinions for serving and feeding thoughts to politics
Thanks politics for old corrupts
It seems like we are in need of the young ones
The young corrupts
Thank you
Thank you all
B Sonia K Nov 2018
Overcome with grief
But with unhushed tears
I dare not weep.
But the gullibility I see
Makes my heart roar like an angry sea
At the Stupendous actions praised
On high a single minded chameleon raised
We have all failed
And our "knowledge", a waste

At night they lay asleep
With sweet dreams on empty promises
In support of a wolf
Indeed covered in roses
I  am of the grass root, he poses
Of his evil deeds, he brags
Down south, his followers, he drags
And on the way down with smiles
And laughter eating rice with chameleon shell topping
They are all asleep.

When will our youths see visions?
Sometime soon I hope
Because it seems the old dreamers are on a mission
To enslave us all with gold plated ropes.

I have seen countless bridges
In multiple nations
And they were built out of necessity
And not stupidity
A waste of our very limited resources
In fact a direct and open robbery of our future
Yet we sit in silence
Our bellies filled with rice and the warmth of a friendly chameleon
With no direction, productivity or creativity
All our natural resources lay in waste.

We need to change our mind set
If we must save ourselves
From the single minded chameleons
Whose goal is self enrichment
And wealth procurement.
We must be weary of those who feed us rice
And rob our children of a promising future
Oh,  What a price.

I want to watch as the cobwebs clears from their eyes
The awakening of a new dawn
A people on a mission
To overcome this impending destruction
Through their devotion
To the correction
Of our direction.

We must empower ourselves
We must stand together
For there is power in unity
And failure in division
We can't continue to live in foolishness
By indulging the chameleon's greediness
And enduring his insults in silence.

If there is a time to rise up in unity
It is now
If there is a time to do the needful
It is now
Sleep and slumber no more
For that is for fools

I'm nobody's fool...

© 2018 Busola S. Kolade
Gods1son Dec 2018
Sometimes, it takes braveness to ask for help
Seeking assistance doesn't always mean weakness
Actually, it could be a sign of humility
Especially when it's not asked for out of laziness

Knowing when to ask for help is necessary
Time, energy and other resources could be saved
Which could be channeled towards achieving more
And enhancing productivity

No one knows it all
Nobody has it all
Ask for a hand
Offer a hand!
Gods1son May 2019
What used to be naked trees
Are now clothed with leaves
Looking out and seeing the greens
Inspires productivity
Tough times/seasons will come and go
Shedding [off] is not a bad thing
Perseverance is a path to victory!
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