"radicalism" poems
how benevolent
our government has been
supporting immigrants
with the taxpayer's
generous Welfare scheme
yet a percentage
of these immigrants
use the taxpayer's money
for dubious means
they travel abroad to places
where radicalism is indoctrinated
and the message
they are inculcated with
is one of killing
they fly back into our country
with their minds
full of slogans
and deadly propaganda
one of these persons
could be in any of our cities or towns
freely walking the streets
a radicalized individual
maybe known to us
he or she planning a terrorist attack
inside our continent
our taxpayer dollars
exploited for ill intent
our government has gathered intelligence
on these persons
of radical bent
their Welfare payments
are to be cut off
which shall choke off
their horrific lament
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
it should bother you
that ive been alone in my room
all afternoon
with my homework and have only done
five problems
it should bother you that
i delete my internet history
day after day after day
but its only because
i dont want anyone to see
that ive been reading the works
of liars and ****** and thieves
it should bother you
that you didnt know this about me
but it doesnt
my inner communism
or socialism
or fascism
or racism
or feminism
or radicalism
should probably be something of your concern
but its not
you dont care that i sit here
and drown in the words of dead poets
or revolutionaries
or just people
no you dont care
you stopped caring when i said
no its my life not yours
and slammed that door in your face
and you took one too many
of those sweet little pills
it should bother you
that youre dead and gone
but it doesnt, it doesnt, it doesnt
and it wont
though you still hang about me
you miserable ghost
just sit there in the air
above my head
and just dont care
no matter what i do
i cant make you go away
cant make you see what i see
cant make you come back to me
Oct 16, 2011
Oct 16, 2011 at 11:18 PM UTC
Life
Baffled.
What befell
Our civilization
Is hell. There is no heaven
When religion is mistaken
For a token of radicalism.
Death
Rejoiced
What brought her
Our people
In a living inferno.
There is no pourparlers
With terrorists and benighted
Souls.
Manchester
These people are heathens
No virgins await them up the heavens
But the cold-blooded sight of a bleeding earth
Stigmatizing those out there who protect their hearths
In tears, facing the West
This is a waste of our so called civilization
Jews
Muslims
Christians
Buddhists
We aren’t.
We are humans.
In the aftermath of the deadly attacks that befell Manchester Arena, May 23, 2017.
Lyon
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 4:54 AM UTC
Do you like charisma?
Do you like stamina?
Perhaps with a certain degree of integrity
And a bit of leadership
If you find these qualities to be evident
Then I could very well become your next president
I know how to balance
From center-left to center-right
From radicalism to conventionalism
How to be the best non-established established candidate
I’d put your money to good use
As I use gilded words in golden speeches
I won’t lose my head
While dominating the headlines
And keep on smiling while
Barnstorming amidst the blunt and the bigots
Debating with the decadents and the destructive
I can easily pretend
So I could very well become the next president
So primarily, I need to win this primary
I’ll put my money where my mouth is
If you put your money in a SuperPAC
Donate to liberate this country!
Vote to promote the road of progress!
And in time, America will be mine
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 8:54 AM UTC
when young, I read Thoreau
the transcendentalists were but gone
by slightly over a century
disobedience was in style
we would all head toward the land
and live in the wood
soybeans simmering on the stove
as we headed toward a dream
the pull of the world
a force so very strong
as to last throughout the ages
interrupted our free fall
so when I would consult the mind of Walden
through his writings
there burned in me a sense of radicalism
to head to the forest, naked with poetry
I told myself I could not afford these steps
recognized that Thoreau’s considerations
were so true as to be dangerous
I set the sage aside
I am sure that sages expect that sort of behavior
soon after my 50th year in my personal limerick
I found myself looking at a summer morn…..
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 8:11 PM UTC
Just gone into the blue sky cascading
down below into oblivion where
the water is cold, yet ready to douse the fireball
spiralling downwards to outstretched arms.
Think. Before you board.
You. With the warped vision
of life and death and agony.
Nothing will save you from the hell
you have created taking your own brother
and sister into your short circuit
of idealisms bent and bruised
in the cunning radicalism
of your masters mania.
Just as the stars burn for ever
You too will burn in that endless dynamo
of time unmourned , ungrieved, forgotten quickly.
The waters will not wash away your sins.
You have been baptised in a cauldron of hate.
Go alone. Leave others.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 4:24 PM UTC
Radiant like basquiat
Throw my every thing at nothingness
In hopes of achieving..
No job holding radicalism
True expression
Why fix a flat when you (walk) amongst stars
Obscure..
Real inspiration
No concept of (madness)
repeated (method) Vicious cycle
Timeless chaos..
Seconds of every hour
(Countless) inspiration
Untitled..
New thoughts entrance into old minds
Wisdom of having knowledge
the jewels of life
shine
Without ever noticing
(Omniscient) (translucent)
A diamond in a goats ***
The rose that grew from concrete
Unexplainable
The art of being
existence
Just words to a page of no readers
(Blind audience)
audio visuals
Brail the (real feel) a noise for those whom cant hear
Emotionless pit
The deepest depth
Never to be touched upon
Seek and you shall find
Stagnant
(Negative aspect)
First time ive scripted a composition
In such a way scholar
No scholarships missed out on the college creds
(low credit)
Middle class
Irs out to audit a poor man thumb tax
Little ******
(Play on Words)
Romeo n Juliet tragedy
Alcoholism
deep rooted (Jean pool) Denim
Faded new terminology, wavy
Turnt up
Burn bluntz the essence of mother earth
Sweet aroma
Quit smoking its bad cause i say so..
Well ive done so
at free will but felt enslaved
(Irrational thinking)
Conspiracy
Subconscious
Third eye awakened
Opened chakras Encoded language
Aspirations
Untitled...
Simply Untitled
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 5:16 AM UTC
The walled -in city imposed upon the reason
to stand so tall within the minds slum
People gathered in networks discussing nothing.
Even as the sea split into pellets of rain
The waters squished together to form puddles of delight
where children played with bare toeholds in the dirt.
I saw Jericho fall as trumpets went out of tune
and tunics hitched up on Roman Generals
marched with full venison bellies
slaughtering people like pigs-making bacon!
As desolate as this **** dream visions
of wasted emptiness, slowly filling at the edge
with landscaped gardens of garbage
the gates opened and Trojan Horses
unleashed terror on the people.
Prophets roamed the Western world
preaching doomsday and scimitars of radicalism
overtaking the civilised. Insanity finds
its origins in reading between the lines.
I tell you it will not happen. It never will.
Author Notes
Dare to decipher this?
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ago
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC
Go read your lolicon you ****** infant! Impress the primates with your big boy lingo and bottle an emotion, excrete a dialogue, call it ******* art. The coffee here smells like tobacco, and tastes like it too. I thought I liked love but I just want something real. But what is the theme? South African radicalism? Come my droogs let us speculate of the falling walls and crumbling symphonies, the dystopia I hide my cutter in. I saw them take away experience, take away love and replaced it with java script, I watched it happen. Soon we’ll all be binary and who am I to stop change.
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 8:16 PM UTC
Radicalism is the death of logic.
It is faith blind and pathologic.
For one must comprehend,
One truth - that is not the end.
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 3:37 PM UTC
Rebellious Poet
The world is a **** travesty!
(Pencil pusher in a suit seeks a talented
personality. Has many references to
personal opinions. Will **** d*ck for
fame.)
My question is this. Are there any voices
left at all? Any fingers with which to
actually inspire?
Are all the poet's really dead and extinct?
And only hopeless left, extinguishing the fire?
(Young teen seeks ways to vent rage.
Picks up a pen, writes about false suicide attempt. Cuts self for release. Will remove shirt for attention)
What happened to the singers of the past?
Did they all get lost in the crowd of rejects?
Is a spot on a page really considered art?
Makes me confused and very perplexed.
(Old man seeks renewal of old hobbies. Picks up a pen and writes. Shows people,
and is accused of radicalism. Will read
basic works just for love)
Am I wrong in my view of this world?
Has my heart truly died to all life?
Is it wrong to see flaws in existence?
Is it right to think difference has died?
(Young boy seeks love. Will allow self to be groomed and abused for attention).
Injustice. Ridiculousness. Absurdity.
It is wrong to be radical? To be free?
Will I let you chain my uncontrolled soul?
Nah. Never. I like being me.
I have seen my share of the world and its kicks,
and I tell you my friend... it is not a pretty sight.
Racism is put on the back burner now.
No more black against white.
For the world has resorted to grey and death.
They are not people. They are just... normal.
While the romantics. The real rebels,
and the sympathetic of life are abnormal.
I want to read a really great scope of life.
A philosophy of hope on art and song.
And although there are many who are useless,
I pray they raise their voice and sing along.
So join me in this final, last embrace.
The truth of life that many have ignored.
This young guy just seeks a world of artists.
A place where sight and sounds can be adored.
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 3:18 AM UTC
T H I S
is what i scared the most
the radicalism
is it a good thing to be a little too radical?
to the point
where you put too much value... belief... ,
on that
in that
Things that'll make you
argue
disagree
disrespect
hatred
betrayed
sabotaged
even.. killing
See other thing with another negativity
JUST BECAUSE
people don't believe it the way you do
scary...
right?
:'/
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 2:24 PM UTC
I can feel it.
see it, believe it...
Yes, I can.
The kindle of destruction...
Oh man, this is good...
Yes, this is lively
Enjoying this canopy of death…
"Death? Enjoying? Are you crazy?"
No, I am not.In fact, if the truth has
to be TOLD,
I haven’t been wiser,
seeing this brutal massacre.
I would have given the best I have...
But today…
But today as life is on a rampage...
I can feel the thrill...
The goosebumps aren’t lying.
And the only price I paid,
for this One-time annihilation… is in time.
The time has finally turned its face,
The destruction is good,
because it has destroyed the hypocrite I was,
the shallow faith I had…
I am astounded by the canopy of death,
for I can see the death of waste
that I was.
These selfish beliefs have haunted me my entire life.
and they are dead.
The dance around the fire,
that is being fueled by my racist ideas,
my sexist prose,
my fascist poems,
is exhilarating…
feel the pace of me breathing…
I have a beginning planned,
a path well lit.
and goals strong fitted,
with thoughts, properly ventilated…
I wish to live life for its beauty...
I will start in that way,
where the concern is my tool...
and the concern well accompanied by positivity...
I dare now to stand for the human race...
attempt to expel the pessimistic radicalism,
deep-rooted…
and preach happiness…
And when I walk that road,
with love in my heart and song on my lips.,
I hope to find you there,
ready to be my partner,
sharing the dream of a better world,
because I am a believer.
And just to simmer the smell of ashes of failed me, let's refract.
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 8:16 PM UTC