Best Consent Poems
those who claim to understand
and then turn their back on where they stood
sending auxiliaries under the guise of liberation,
only after supplying the shackles of our own making
they chant of peace-making and lawfulness,
only to drown out the cries of the weary
introducing inconceivable fallacies as gospel into the minds of the masses
wielding ignorance sharpening it until it blooms into hatred
offering remedies to manufactured illnesses,
a corruption to the general mind
a mind that has long since merged into one
we stand in harmony, devoid of unity, tuning into the frequency of their desire
birthing thoughts of incest,
children of big big brother
marching blindly into a battlefield of the deaf
what we ignore may not be what we accept,
but what we condone
POETRY FOR POETS
(wrote itself without my consent- edition)
You know when you start a poem with a specific idea of how it will look and read. Then as the words flow onto the page the poem takes on it's own life and meaning. Well this is one of those, a poem that wrote itself, I'm sure not going to claim responsibility for it, it's not funny at all!
Poetry
more organic than fertilizer
rooted in the **** of life
manure
flourishes
with moderate watering
but grows ragged and wild
intoxication
withers
with chemical pesticides
intended to eliminate the competition
defoliation
Poetry
more organic than fertilizer
lovingly tendered by life
blossoms
Why did the Native Tribal man decide to build the tee-pee for shelter?
Why did the origin of Africa build dirt houses?
The Caucasians and Australians architectural designs formed.
Does anyone know why people of color are called the dumb ones?
A discovery of DNA found that the mongoloid blood was the riches.
Next came the blood of Africa.
Never last are Caucasoid and Australoid..
Are all men created equal?
We learn from each other.
Civilization had to discourse.
The measure of a man ascertains rationality.
Therefore, woman must measure up.
The unearthing via Social Science defined humankind in their cultures.
They travel to Africa to trek in their secret gardens.
They stop first in Europe to research the humanities.
Australia was a philosophical best.
North America is the continent they commence.
In South America, tillage ethos shouted.
In all, they found the landforms to be vast and the social stigma was that of somebodies with beliefs and values.
We have taught each other well.
From war and upward-downward spiraling of discrimination, we are dumbfounded.
Our socio-political and social-religious depiction necessitates our members to
be demarcated.
Therefore, we must be innovative to delineate a diverse world.
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PENNED ON MAY 30, 2014!
THE SILENCE OF A SANCTIFIED SONG
I was seeking and sank into a sanctuary
It wasn’t lonely although I was all alone
From there I went to a mortuary
And wished I was but rotting bone
No flesh to sweat nor tears to shed
Just my corpse in a coffin of brass
I still can’t say why I yearned to be dead
Perhaps I was weary of walking on broken glass
Within that mortuary everything was quiet and still
No shouts from the pious which religion quells
Suddenly I realized I was tired of always walking uphill
And wished to forever silence that old church’s bells
Right next to the mortuary stood that church of oak
With a congregation of fools and mortals be
In rapt attention the foolish listened as the pastor spoke
And in the very last row sat only irreverent me
I would not open a hymnal for my voice to sing
And to this day I still remain ever and always contrary
I smash rules and commandments to which the religious cling
Thus I left that church for the silence of the sanctuary in that mortuary
© 2011.…Poefree
Auguste Blanqui was correct to assert
"Revolutionaries aren't born, they are made"
They're being made everyday, but Sunday,
At the hands of a corrupt State,
One they've tirelessly helped to create
- If we are to become its product
What then can be expected of change?
In a world full of self-made victims
Responsible for their own problems
- Brutality, usury,
indoctrination and assimilation:
The end results of our inaction!
Don't tell me about the problems
Try explaining how you never saw this coming!
Complain about the times
And I will come to remind,
time and time again:
"You have no one but yourself
to shower with your blame;
For being seduced by the corrupting ways
of an inhuman system
by subjugating yourself
with the oath of a vote to its authoritarian state."
- And them right there is "fightin' words" in a "civilized world!"
Don't bemoan about the awful smell
After building your own jail cell;
Otherwise,
Don't tell me:
"If you don't vote don't complain."
- Because these two things
are very much the same...
profound peace ~ consensual, continual, selfless living
You are the midwife of a land full of promises
The nation is spread-eagled on the delivery table
Letting out cries of painful expectation and labour
Prompting prayers and supplication for the new world
For three decades and for four you have been judged
To be the benchmark of qualification to serve the nation
In modern corporations and state wise civil works
In grapevine and apple-vine courts of principled bias
For four decades and for five you have been expected
To be the independent crop of people united in peace
To be the economic pioneer of elephant strides attending
To be the giant of Africa and democratic shepherd
For three tenures and for four you have been civilized
By democratic cultures and apples of good expectation
By judicial interventions and constitutional advocacy
By developing human rights and tricks of the new world
For three camps of orientation and for four indeed
You have been called up to serve the nation for good
Even when you have been doctored in foreign lands
Even though the ages tell the truth of the agents of peace
Truth be told, there is
no Free outside of
Freedom: All else
are compounds, or
Artificial Contructs –
The only Freedom
in government, is that
which we agree to
giveaway....
Tone of Judith emperor of resolution stand high
hexagram of faith engage truth of day
Congregation salah of hymn
Voice of heaven above
What is it to listen.
They say manufacturing is gone from our nation.
They even point to the direction it went,
but they're wrong, manufacturing is strong,
we lead the world in manufactured consent.
A different weapon conceived in Wuhan
A Poisoned Jab?
Don't ask me.
The sky is no longer brilliant with the tint of Truth
A strange world this,
These covert crime overlooked by justice.
communism seeks dominance by invention,
Pollutes the air, subjecting all to speculations,
The Marxist shuts her door from investigation.
A gas inhaled needing a cure,
The media accomplice for dictators.
Pharmaceutical rushed to the lab with different names,
A greed controlled world.
opinion censored to stiffen logical thinkers.
disputing every solution to offer their Greek gift,
And the guessing of bourgeois with synthetic substance.
in less than a year,
human experiment called a Vaccine.
no time to observe efficacy.
Celebrities rushed for Jabs for the Camera
advertising to lure the hesitant intelligent,
The media invades homes with propaganda.
globalist compelling all by Force.
luring the greedy with a flat-out Bribe
Take vaccine and win a Million dollars, they say.
Close your brain as you wear imposed Mask
disfigured beauty stigmatized by unverified suspicions.
Suddenly the Origin of Corona are Okay.
Wuhan and the entire China are Covid free with closed door.
China dictates global economy by obstruction,
Just a Button from a Lab,
globalist becomes advocates for Vaccines,
denying you of Voluntary consent,
The first Jab becomes a second Jab,
Then a Third being conceived,
Oh! you still have it after the Vaccine they say,
Of what use is it then?
A question you must not ask.
Then they began a naming ceremony to confuse us.
Alpha,
Beta,
Gamma,
Delta they say.
From
censorship,
to propaganda,
Then shaming,
after that bonanza or Bribery,
gradually they take your rights away through cohesion and Force.
As china Laugh the world to stupor.
Is China winning a war without a gun?
Think! think! think again.
The Age of Consent was once ten
To ensure there were virgins for men
But young girls love candy
Which cads have kept handy
Since Mary of Magdalene
Now the Age of Consent is 16
With virgins nowhere to be seen
On an iPhone screen
Obscene is routine
As girls document coming clean
With no age tattoo to impress
Her age is anyone's guess
Though less than oblesse
To avoid redress
Just film her head nodding, "Yes"!
Mary was chosen
informed and impregnated
her consent presumed
For this i forgive
And agree that i´m right
When you are agreed
You may write
A world that can't do without your consent
A world of sales promotion
A display of shopping conveniences and benefits
To win your hearts
To win your consent
The miserable man has cracked his head
To win some of the stonefly hearts
To make some benefits
In a world of great competitions
Like cheap sale,special offer,special discount,buy one free one,free try,free samples,free gifts,birthday specials,a longer guarantee period,a good after purchase service......
It's really a splendid offer
If without any tricks,hidden secrets or scandals