Part of being young
Is a belief in the power of hope
Part of growing up
Is the realization that hope
Has nothing to do with actual life.
Like Yoda said, you either do or don’t do
There is no try, as there is no hope.
This is just part of growing up, but
Some of us have been dumbed down
So our growth has been slowed
And so our idealism lasts well into adulthood.
It takes a combination
Of high hope and low IQ
To support communism, you know,
The political and economic philosophy
The depends on other people’s money.
Its supporters are usually divided into two groups;
The poor without much to lose and lots to gain
(Or so they hope)
And the elite who know wealth concentrates at the top
No matter what economic system is followed.
Low IQ is essential,
And sadly also accompanies being poor,
Because the actual result of communism
Is just more poverty and less freedom.
All around the lessons of history are clear
And yet all around its students put on blinders
Hoping, against all odds, with their stunted IQ
That this time they will get it right.
(8/20/26)
I've had enough of the games & I can't allow this to happen again
I see the trouble you bring, the drama you fiend & want no part of this mess you trying to wrap me up in
I tried to direct you, chose to accept you but you chose not to follow & refused the help
Now out of respect boo I have to neglect you, I see that you're hollow, note taken, news to self
I'm the truest you'll meet, one of the realest that played
I went against all odds & tried to plant your feet but you insisted to stray
For a long time I chased you, dumbed myself down in the process going completely out of my element consumed
Caught in the thought, looking back on all that you did to me, my self stupidity is my only excuse why I never addressed the elephant in the room
Now it's over like a movies credits, roll call no more advancement in scenes
You're dirt off of my shoulders now I'm happy & sober, don't bother to call because all you'll get is my answering machine.
I couldn’t help myself, peeking through the trees
at the white, glowing moon. It seemed so close,
so far away, meant for a gothic grace - the swish
of an antique gown, nearly floating in the midst.
Two trees held the moon between them; squeezed it
exquisitely, beautifully, tenderly. I’m caught in the light
of the luminous lanterns seeking respite, surrendered
to waning twilight. A twinkle in my steadfast soul.
Must I lose; I might linger, with my iPhone to control
the soulful image - what I will make of it. My backyard,
the trees thrill me, move me into the presence of God.
A scintillation of Eden, dumbed-down for dust-to-dust.
What spectacle of glory will we one day see; our lens
in eternity? Will we soak up color choices that stretch
forth one after the other? We can only imagine;
we can’t even imagine! I turn the moon off; step inside.
Sleep still ain't shhtt
It's like my eyes n brain js quit
Maybe it helps sometimes..a bit
But my very own reality is soooo much more than legit.
If I never had to sleep,
I swear I'd stay running in circles
Kuz, honestly
I dnt see the point in any of thiss
Every single fkin person on this planet
Is fabricated from 100% plastic
I know u think I'm being a lil drastic
Or dramatic
But I'm no half wit
You couldn't understand tha half of it
You'd be too extra with all of your calculus
But to be honest..
all ya gotta do is put a tiny flame to their skin
Watch them crawl and twitch n triple blink in tha fastest second u could ever pretend to think
People heard the phrase knowledge is power
But tha issue is most are too lazy to truly devour
all of that information that they encounter
js by clicking some buttons into their browser
Unfortunately that laziness kicks in when their brain feels a tingle
And they skim thru the pages, only looking
None of it ever sinking in
Dumbed down..held back
Not even close to being able to
Completely interact
On the level our brains should be at
a hungry ghost greets me at the door tries to act normal though I know what he is not normal at all with an emptiness that can’t be filled though he’ll try and try again and again at first glance a pretty face large brown eyes with long lashes twinkling alluring like a siren thick brown hair tiny mouth that isn’t a mouth but a hole too small for a blade of grass to pass big enough to emit the screech of hunger in his massive belly perpetually craving anything to appease his needs no longer picky about which drug will it get me high? or person will they get me off? existing dumbed down to what will keep him alive until he’s dead will it be the shiny warm combination of a bathtub and heroin accidental mixing of alcohol and GHB or recognizing himself in the distorted face of another ghost as they stop breathing
I've just watched a movie
titled 'Hearts Down Under'
To savor such dumbed-down fare
one's brain need be torn asunder
Why do you look so old? The child asks me.
Not my favorite child, and he is losing ground rapidly.
Why do you think? I reply. “I am old.”
How old are you?
I am a hundred and twelve.
That quiets the whippersnapper for a few seconds.
He is whining now, disbelieving me, calling me names.
The youth of today are not like us.
I want to scream “I am twelve inside, no older than nine some days.”
But my polka dotted hands and my wrinkling bulldog neck says more.
Not to mention the arthritis in both ankles which slow me down.
“Why are you so impertinent and fresh?” I want to say to the child.
But these words are well beyond his scope.
We have dumbed down society until I do not think
We can dumb it down any more,
So I hobble away, cherishing my superiority.
Nervous flutters, against reaction
Emoting apathy, of mass inaction
Views: judges deemed pernicious
Evasion of truth, is more precious
Reeking, of dumbed-silent perfidy…
Self-satisfied, connoisseurs...
Acceptance of flat contours...
The strivings - perfunctory
Its contrived soul's victory
Startled mute or the astute?
Failed words/candid pursuit?
In thoughts turning caustic
Evasiveness begets a static
Death's when a brain stops…
(1/27/2021 - '85 Sea Ray 340 Sedan Bridge; DMS)
When soon this life's course is nearly run,
And nightly retreating into deep thought:-
Faded, half-remembered memories fraught
With half-made pledges all gone undone.
Yonder sits Hermes slumped in his chair;
Hands clasped, bearded chin on his chest.
In troubling dreams he knows no rest...
Nor in quiet contemplation or in prayer.
He has cast aside all God like passions;
Cap hung on a peg, winged sandals slipped;
Dumbed tongue that once had fashioned
Wondrous words hidden behind pursed lips.
Masculine limbs, in youth, so keen to leap!
Now stretched out in exhausted sleep.
.
When she speaks out every nonsense that comes out her head,
My brows clench and inside my retina there burns red
Sometimes I feel like destroying you because of the words that you said
But lo, how vengeance grows and approaches as you are unaware. Unknowing what you do to yourself
Then dead
The visions I speak of require soberity of those lost
Without it, the evil spreads
Knocking at your door
Open up or you will suffocate in the dullness of your own
Nullified, dumbed down head.
This world came into being without these ladies and gentlemen consent.So the
Global Village in relation to all nations.As floating avenue to interact with each other made comfort the system of online any time,anywhere to reach.Text messages and e-mails set to keep the occupants alway awaked.Still,this media
found a dumbed like Dead Sea without any emotions to express.The emojis born out of minds of a few and to let walk over the air to make sense in the form of a silent language to make people primarily to smile,a blessed sense reserved only to human of all lives and to walk the talk “Silence is golden”.
A MEASURE OF HIS IMPORTANCE
THEY SINGLED OUT THE DIFFERANCES
THEY CAUSED THEM TO BICKER
THEY UNDERMINED EACH AND EVERY DREAM
THEY PREACHED WICKNESS AND VILENESS
TO CAUE THE WOMAN TO HATE
THEN SHE CHOSE HER LOVER
WITHOUT WORDS OR DEBATE
SHE REVEALED TO THE WORLD
HER HATRED FOR THE OTHER MAN
SHE SPOKE AGAINST HIS TO MAKE OTHERS HATE HIM
THEN MIGHT THEY UNDERSTAND
HIM TO STUPID TO KNOW
HIM DUMBED FOR IT TO SEEM FAIR
THAT WORD'S WOULD NEVER HAVE MEANING
AND SO HE WOULD REFUSE TO CARE
"CAST THE FLOWER TO HIS FEET, CURSE HIM FOR BEING AS DUMB. SPIT IN HIS FACE WHEN HE'S RIGHT! AND LOVE HIM WHEN HE'S WRONG, YET I SPEAK HE AS HIS SATAN, TO TROUBLE HIS WORLD AND STAIN, THE CLOTHES OF HIS GARMENT SHALL BE UNCLEAN, AND HER'S SHALL BE CLEANSED WITH OUT A STAIN!"
WORDS OF LADY MUSISIA, THE SATAN IN THE LOVER'S LIFE
I used to eat jalapeno peppers,
banana peppers, and
tomatoes galore.
Hot spicy and
“oh my gosh” foods
is what I simply and
absolutely adore.
Prime rib? Okay
but beef cake it in
horseradish, and I mean
straight, not in a
dumbed down sauce.
My ulcerated esophagus
and spastic colon
are now apparently
my boss.
I used to eat jalapeno peppers,
banana peppers, and
tomatoes galore.
Hot spicy and
“oh my gosh” foods
is what I simply and
absolutely adore.
Prime rib? Okay
but beef cake it in
horseradish, and I mean
straight, not in a
dumbed down sauce.
My ulcerated esophagus
and spastic colon
are now apparently
my boss.
Flushed,
kicked to the curb and stunned,
waanning, waanning and crumbling crumbs,
dispelled as dumbed,
come backs like lakes of water aren't even fun,
toned and intonated,
17 things to endanger-
39 to reconnoiter,
there was nothing to do,
nowhere to go,
some people showed,
they were enhanced,
I was so gold-
aggrandized yet grow'd,
I couldn't even agree with the folks,
got stunned and littered as the roads,
melted plaster and recreated the last masters focused.
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