Best Devaluation Poems
It's difficult, but please try to understand,
my behaviour is something I cannot command.
At first I'll be serene like a sweet daydream,
but then unstable and intensely extreme.
Enter at your own risk, but be aware,
loving me can turn into a nightmare.
I'm like a grenade, don't pull my trigger,
I'll explode your mind with raging rigor.
My infatuation is like poetic idealisation,
but feeling unloved leads to devaluation.
The first hint of believing you're quitting,
will result in my psyche automatically splitting.
When I begin to feel like I'm not good enough,
I'll try to push you away and call your bluff.
You may label my actions as pathetic dumbness,
but this is me feeling empty with numbness,
so I make no apologies for the ghosting silence,
when my demons set restrictions like sly tyrants.
I try to block out regular paranoid suspicions,
so don't think I'm petty when setting conditions,
but with abandonment issues, I struggle to trust.
Please be sensitive as being patient is a must.
Be warned, my moods are regularly inconsistent.
My double standards may make you feel distant.
I need constant reassurance that you are only mine,
because insecurities make my sanity decline.
I don't want you to suffer like lovers who came before.
When I want to leave, don't let me run out of the door.
I just want to be loved with all my flaws accepted,
instead of being rejected, lonely and neglected.
Treat me gently and my self doubt will settle,
love me sincerely and I'll bloom like a precious petal.
Silent One
28 September 2021
Our lives are consumed
With vice and pleasure
Self-absorbed with blinders
And avarice for treasure
The majority indifferent
To the plight of our parents
Or the generation before them
With their disciplined adherence
As medical technology
Prolongs our existence
A materialistic generation
Promotes political resistance
The diseases and conditions
Previously unnamed
Now have an aging
population restrained
Disadvantaged and exploited
They simply try to survive
While the rest of us carelessly
Go on with our lives
No opportunities to acquire
The means to sustain
Plus devaluation of the dollar
Leave them hungry and lame
They face the future like the past
Proud and undaunted
Their only dream left
Is to feel needed and wanted
October 16 2016
I am good
but I would disintegrate everything
around me
so that from the terrestrial globe
only a speck would remain
I am intellectual
but I would gather in a trash bag
all the useless words
my poems created
I was born marked
but in a high flag
I will hang all the world banners
till only one remains
I know I loaned my body
paying interests
and daily devaluation
but quietly
I give it back
untainted yet unfiltered
unrefined and unpolished
retry or repeat
replay and rethink
non-disclosure agreements maintain non-abrasive relations
non-adhesive and non-adjacent
pre-approved with pre-attained knowledge
preceding and preconceived
pre-you and pre-me
post-op after post-apocalypse
post-exposure and post-devaluation
anti-image mingled anti-ego
semi-coherent and semi-caring
over-bearing and under-delivering
sub-human in trans-consciousness
hyper-sensitive before hyper-aggressive
hyper-alert and hyper-aware
out-gunned or out-played
who cares
Why is there this
un-clear re-defining
of a
non-differential pre-ordained
post-humous anti-progressive
semi-important over-emphasized
under-developed sub-genius
trans-race hyper-complex
out-landish ever-changing
Societal "Norm"
Be-you, and let me, be-me.
The way..' Which way? Shown them; us.. One life.'
In a world containing many angles.
Having doubt as downtime probes in' faces observe,
Backs hold awareness yet in turning; still.' A Simile of watching is'
Despite my protests I must so re-visit, gather of broken desires
Of intention within, around I survey, listening to the disquiet of souls..
As my mind ponders.. Love, It alone makes sense, not a tawdry love.'
Not a copy love; pressed on us by media, neither love of slander again
A promoted devaluation.'
A way exists.' not manufactured from the foibles of human emotion..
Neither an offshoot from its scheming; or the wellspring of deceit,
Open as eternity, to those who truly seek; call out now in the tumult'
Or silence, before the grave is opened.. That shadow of a 'black hole'
Hell has its mirror image, do not be fooled.' Yet the creator has made redemption'
All exists..' The good and the evil, 'look' I lay a blessing and a curse before you'
Choose that which you desire.!
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
The preacher man ask me never to curse a thing
I replied not if I have to curse one day
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
The day gun was made
Worth a curse
A fast way to end a life
Is not worth a Praise
For all this shooting
All this killings on before
Our eyes say how much
Evil was of that day
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
One man up
Another man down
Always a human minus
A Gun rule
brutal display of no moral sense
An object of devaluation
It made day I wish to curse
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
One man meat is
Another mans Poising
What a day I wish to curse
For this object is a morden
vampire on the hands of our
Morden empires
So now you see
Some people now falling
So some other people raising
In power
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
Right in front of our eyes
The brave fall
Right in front of our eyes
Our prophets are devour
Who runs this cold world
For either they are not human
Or far from being human
For the red stains of the innocents
Makes that day I wish to curse
A day not worth a praise
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
My ancestors was murdered
Brutally by this object called gun
History is a with ness to this
Till now some where out there
May be now while I still write in peace
Some one is down again by this object
May be tomorrow again
Will be another gunshot
Hmmm......what a day
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
I wonder if a gunman prays
I wonder what God he knows
I wonder how a gunman sleeps
At night
I wonder who is his best friend
For this life's gone by so fast
Time after time
Makes me answer to the preacher man
Saying if I was to curse a day
It will be the gun day
For our Hero's are right in
Front of our eyes murdered by
This guns!
Still it goes on and on and on.
A DEMONIC DEMOCRACY
“We interrupt regularly scheduled programming to present the President”……
And yet he just keeps talking
No verbiage can he espouse that I would ever care to hear
While all I see is smoke and a lot of fragile mirrors
Besides, he’s interrupting “The Price Is Right”
And the only redeeming value of this entire exercise in futility is that there are no commercials
But then again, when will I have time to grab a snack?
But then again, this is one show I can leave for ten minutes
And know precisely what has happened
Which is much of nothing
Inquirers ask about bombs, terrorists and terror on the other side of the globe
As his words defile the robe he dons with vanity and the devaluation of veracity
And the honesty he dodges like the soldiers ducking bullets
in the god forsaken place he ordered them with authority and impunity to
An acrid and arid area where deserts breed dishonesty
While lies about a misguided agenda vie with reality
And insult the reporters who flank him in awareness
Glancing sideways at the way he jousts with injustice
As he stands there with an icy stare daring indifference
And a shrug of the shoulders our country rests upon
And yet, he just keeps talking
They interrupted my favorite game show for a show of force
Or, more appropriately, a show of farce
And his cognizant awareness of fairness is sparse
While he reveals himself with a condescending attitude by a man with no conscience
And no viable discipline that he can ascribe to righteousness
His is a partisan program wherein donkeys have a tug of war with elephants
And in the end the rope will finally snap before a winner is declared
Nor is bloodiness spared
Because no one really wins when mutual loss is a matter of course
And there are no benefits to a battle fought in silence
Where too many people remain mute as their enemies follow suit
As secrets slay the demon in democracy
And yet he just keeps talking……
“We now return you to regularly scheduled programming”
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we are living in a critical time
a time of no peace
a time of wars
a time of tribal wars
a time of fears
a time of worries
a time of isolation
a time of hate
a time of no unity
a time of ignorance
what a time
a critical time
we are living in a critical time
a times of no moral values
a time of doom technology
a time human are finally
toned robots
a time of shadows
a time of control
a time of lies
a time of manipulation
a time of illusion
what a time
a critical time
we are living in a critical time
a time of no love
a time of intimidation
a time of devaluation
a time of no joy
a time of depression
a time of poverty
a time of crimes
a time of inflation
a time of ugliness
a time so short but long
what a time
a critical time
we are living in a critical time
a time of media
a time of capitalism
a time of slavery again
a time of silence
a time of protest
a time of suffering
a time too far but brutal
a time of nemesis
a time of fake hopes
a time of scary realities
a time of deceit
a time of corruption
a bloody time of man slaughter
what a time
a critical time
we are living in a critical time
a time of illness
a time of poison
a time of evil chemicals
a time of selfish egos
a time of greed
a time of evil politics
a time of revolution
a time of uprising
a time of natural disaster
a time of no pity
what a time
a critical time
Zeitgeist
“ It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society ”
J. Krishnamurti
1% of the world’s population owns 40% of the planets wealth
34000 children die everyday from poverty and preventable diseases
50% of the world’s population lives on less than $2.00 a day
Only 3% of the U.S.A’s wealth actually exists as money the other 97% is digital
$1.00 in 1913 required $21.60 in 2007 to match its value; that is a 96% devaluation in 94
years since the Federal reserve came into existence
“ If there were no debts in our money system there wouldn’t be any money ”
Marriner Eccles Governor of The Federal Reserve 1941
Perpetual debt is guaranteed by the Federal Bank
Money was created in the Banking system and ultimately returns to the Banking system with
interest. Who are you working for, none other than The Banks. This is Economic slavery.
What life is there without money, when everyone must feed and house and care for
themselves we become wage slaves. Money is the most ingenious scam for social manipulation
ever created.
The majority of people in the United States have no idea that they are living off the
benefits of a clandestine empire; that today there is more slavery in the world than ever
before. The un-elected leaders of this empire are the giant corporations, the invisible
powers behind the controlling force of money. Their goal is to maximise profits regardless
of the social and environmental cost. The two largest of these corporations are, The
International Monetary Fund and The World Bank. Poor countries who’s governments have
initially welcomed the help of these corporations are now paying back debts that exceed
50% of their countries wealth. Leading to mass poverty in these countries.
There are 51 giant corporations in the world 47 of which are American.
Something is very wrong here
is never too late to say the truth
anybody who keeps silent
in the face of oppression
deserve the worst
part of hell
a freedom fighter said
i wonder what motivates me
more than this
cos alot opinion i got
in there lies my truth
yet they say am insane
while i see insanity in
there fears
is never too late to say the truth
the truth is a big problem
in our reality today
it eitchs the ear
it triggers anger
it bit the body of a lier
it kills alot evil plans?
while it exposes
alot fears
it reveals the devaluation
of deceit
it opens up the minds
of the weak, poor, and
the innocent
no wonder is a big problem
is never too late to say the truth
a life of no truth
is no life atore
a life of fears
is a life of vanity
a life in illusion
is equal to a living cops
a life of no human rights
is a calamity
now i understand why
the life of the
brave is based only
on truth
no wonder why they live
for ever
even when they die
if you need to live
you must learn to
live up to the truth
that is the only life
in life
so in any where
any time
when you are locked down
or chased in brutality cos
you are of the truth
don't hide the truth
that is your remedy
to an everlasting legacy.
Rough life
Is hard out there
Out there where
Lives are so sow
Where children run
Around naked
Rolling motorcycle tires
Playing together
As they fall and run
On the grey white hot sands
Is hard out there
Out there
Where most of this kid
Are of single parent
Mostly single mothers
Where are the men
????????
Abroad
In Jail
Dead
An addict
Worsth of all busy boss
Also
This is part of our polictical
Fake promises of Change
Rough life
Is hard out there
Out there on the streets
Where poverty is never
A stranger with alot of
It ugly colours
As It colours the ghetto
With the scars of the
Out come of our greedy
Politician in africa
Is clear so clear
We are not new to the world
In the third world any more
To live below human
Is not a story any more
How our hopes are always cut
Short from our freedom
All the time
I just wonder if the world
Is not tired of same story
All the time
I wonder if all they see
Is right
I wonder at Worst
What they see
Rough life
Is hard out there
Out there where
Fighting for survival
Is always a gang war
Where crimes are the
Nature of every youth
To help put food on
The family table
Even when he is just
12years it didn't matter
Oh it hard out there
Out there where
The innocent people
always Pay the price of
Corruption
Is not new any more
The world see this everyday
Still Yet we are placed
with a classification
That indentify devaluation
Systematically everywhere !
the voice of the voiceless
there is a brave voice
in the midst of the
silent ones
he bleed with the
words of truth
and create confusion
in the midst of lie's
he always stand
at the front line
and lead his people
to the light of hope
their is a brave voice
in the midst of cowards
this voice scares
corrupt men in power
a voice of God
this voice shines
like the sun
brave more like a lion
fearless like a God
their is a voice
in the countryside
where gangs
are the master of
the game of devaluation
this voice brings
joy to the poor
while it expose the
wicked
a voice so strong
with the power
of change
is the voice of God
spoken only by
truthful brave humans
A plus for minus
Too many plus of ignorance
Is equal to
Too many minus of justice
Too many plus of wars
Is equal to
Too many minus of
Innocent souls
Too many plus of isolation
Is equal to
Too many minus of peace
Too many plus of hatred
Is equal to
Too many minus of love
Too many plus of human
Devaluation
Is equal to too many
Shadows of slaves
Too many plus of manipulation
Is equal to
Too many minus of
Common sense
Too many plus of exploitation
In africa is equal to
Too many minus of
The existence of basic needs
Too many plus of policticians
Is equal to
Too many minus
Of truth
Too many plus of
Lack of wisdom
Is equal to
Too many minus
Of knowledge
Too many plus of
Materialism
Is equal to
Too many minus
Of spirituality
Too many plus of circle life
Is equal to
Too many minus of
Freedom
Too many plus of
Freedom fighters
Is equal to
Too many minus of fear
Too many plus of intimidation
Is equal to
Too many minus of braveness
On and on it goes
An evil plus is always
A way for good minus
So
A good plus is always
A way for an evil minus
And finally too many
Plus of love
Is equal to too
Many and many
Minus of wars
Of every kind worldwide
I'm not looking good
as if we could know what happiness is
from the grey area
in dream
fairness is a cancer
of the float
so stop
don't judge your dreams
because you only see them in half
or neither
the feeling of devaluation
towards myself or my own achievements
strong feelings of fear
culpability
uncertainty
frustration
guilt or annoyance
change the position of the dream
and we will see
only the trace left on the sand
when he slides his body into a free zone
talk to me, thank you
I appreciate
every baby born naked
the great was born naked
the president was once a baby
the preacher man was born naked
even the prophets were once a
baby
the rich was born naked
even the politicians were once
a baby
the doctor was born naked
even the nurses was once a baby
the teacher was born naked
even the professor was once a baby
the poor was born naked
even the celebrities were once a baby
if we all were born naked
and if everyone were once
a baby
so were cometh this knowledge
of division in devaluation
the division of humans
by race by countries
by development
by ideology
by education
by civilisation
if everyone was born naked
then no one is a landlord
no one is greater or better
we only can transform
as we grow by time
so in all dignity of life
we are a reflection to
each other
we can only learn
the to push up humanity
with the varieties of creativity
or
die in isolation for nothing
and be go naked like
every baby born naked