"soapboxes" poems
Silence starves while the blind ******
The deaf stand around soggy soapboxes
As the mute cry out, standing tall and proud-
Sinking into the ground.
TV screen dreams scream to the consumer,
Better teeth! Perfect skin! A remedy for your horrors!
Watch us die in 4k, crisp and clean color,
Lovely scenes to sate your inner ******
They gorge on god, swell with his alcoholic blood
Like corpses found plump,
Faced down and washed up on the mud.
Pick and **** the devil hidden inside of deities
Point your finger in the mirror,
And blame him for these monstrosities.
Satan, an obscenity
Cleanse our sins, vicariously
Watch the needy help the needy help the needy
Help the world fill the fat bellies of the greedy,
With their ripe pockets and freudian slip kisses;
Their black hole secrets and ****** ridden lips.
Fuscous pus oozing from blistering skin,
Eagerly spreading the disease that sleeps-
Dormant within.
-SLuR
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 2:28 PM UTC
I am you and you are me
We are them and they are we.
We’re all one, if they’d just see
We’re joined in our humanity.
We are mostly similarity;
Human souls in multiplicity.
It’s how we’ll succeed eventually.
We’re branches of the same tree.
We’re only different in our names
For the most part, we’re the same.
Some of life gets lost to flame
And some is lost in poker games
But worry not who is to blame
Some veterans are still lame
And represent or common shame.
We’re only different in our names
Yet some of our leaders pretend
That is somehow a fitting end.
They stand on soapboxes again
And wish we were back when
They were not exposed as men
Who steal the eggs from the hens;
Blame the fox coming into the pen
And hide behind the lies of friends.
Still some of us hope for better
And even try to move together
Urging us be good to one another
And follow our laws by the letter.
But if I were any kind of better
I’d take a test of the weather
And see we must tie a stout tether
Tp those who think themselves our betters.
I am you and you are me
We are them and they are we.
We’re all one, if we’d just see
We’re joined in our humanity.
We are mostly similarity;
Human souls in multiplicity.
It’s how we’ll succeed eventually.
We’re branches of the same tree.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 1:44 AM UTC
feeling surrounded
as liberal do-gooders
with pale complexion
think they know how to help
the black community –
know-it-all agenda monkey’s
making silly speeches
on soapboxes
manufactured by children
in some third-world ******** –
acting like their involvement
might somehow be the catalyst
for real change
in America –
never once stopping to look
at the vast damage
done by whites
trying to help minorities –
blindly regurgitating mass media lies
they huddle together
in front of the glowing LCD screen
waiting for the next social injustice
to give them reason for being –
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC
There are thank yous to be given
To the people who have bestowed to me a voice
A chance
An opportunity to get my work out there to the public's ear
The people who give that to everyone wanting to display and demonstration raw self-expression with passion
The people who they themselves are artists as well
Writers, musicians, brilliant and enlivened
They bequeath to us platforms, podiums
Spotlight center stage soapboxes
Microphones waiting to have words of insight cascade into them
And amps bracing themselves to have those words erupt out of them
Onto an expecting and interested crowd
The smell of coffee
The smell of cigarettes
The taste of Burgundy
On my nervous breath
On the air
On the mic
I'm there
And I thank you all
For the chances you grant all of us
We who want to show the world what we can do and who we are
There needs to be more people like you, caring and ardent
With the utmost sincerity I give you my deepest gratitude
Here's to you
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 1:42 PM UTC
Born into a world that boldly states it wants you dead.
Freaks atop soapboxes pay top-dollar for your head.
Resolution falters and your ego falls apart.
Human beings living in denial of their hearts.
*** is just a hobby to those hedonistic swine,
Twisted metamorphosis of evils intertwined.
More and more consumption just to fill the gaping void.
Lie upon your deathbed and recall what you've enjoyed;
Not the plastic figurines that sat upon your shelves,
Not the animated films you've watched since you were twelve,
Not pretentious critics or the artists they adore,
Selling out your soul, becoming satisfaction's *****
Living like a rat will never justify the pain.
Running through the maze, the patterns etched into your brain.
Jump through hoops and maybe you'll receive another treat.
After all, the struggle makes your carcass taste so sweet.
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 1:44 AM UTC
Someone once told me that the greatest evil in life was to not be able to see all the beauty that it has to offer--
To be eyeless.
But looking around, how could it be so evil ... so wrong to not be able to see?
Glance in any direction, and all that is, is a hellscape.
Violence glorified, the devil incarnate.
Vicariously living through the blood of others--the hate.
Not to mention the soapboxes made of tissue, and the horses so high they could scrape the very sky.
And I'd be remiss to fail to mention all the masks.
A mask for work, a mask for when we're out.
A mask for family?
You need not even ask.
We even have our very own mask to wear when we stare at ourselves in the mirror.
So, I believe this person is wrong.
The greatest evil is not to be eyeless but to have eyes and not see--
Not see the pointlessness of it all.
Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 6:33 PM UTC