The grand plan is to homogenize nations
Strip them of their unique faces.
Replace them with a plastic mask.
Force-feed them into a blender.
Dismantle the backbone- the middle class.
Make the masses interdependent.
Feed them their own blood.
Their bones into crumbs.
Take away their means to defend.
Put shackles on God -unleash Satan.
Godless governments putting lipstick on a pig.
They call that supreme salesmanship.
Telling us the hag is a princess.
Oil and water will never mix.
Neither does love and greed.
Darkness and light will meet
on the battle plain horizon...
This deep musk is but a brief illusion.
God will never die.
The narrow-minded lit the fuse.
We, the people on the eve of
Reigniting liberty and life.
Know that we are
not only made by
God, but we are
makers of gods;
the technology
we worship—the
bible of tables
(our elements);
we cook and
stew; we homogenize
and consume—drinking
the fluid bodies of
eternity. Be as wise
of what goes into
your mouth, as well
as what comes out…
we excrete only
what we admit
to….
Slightly entice me.
Prophesize me.
Sanctify me.
Homogenize me.
Demonize me.
Or just let me be.
Truly there is a bit of craziness in my heart’s mind
As she colors people beautiful
Even when they are mean
Fierce
And
Unrealistically
Angry
At me, but will not tell me why.
Feeling unsafe, and insecure
Painting people ahead in my thought’s brains
Expecting something that is insanely
Fantastical
And
Maniacally
Combative
Seeing a
Horrible ending
Due to lack of
Communication.
Able to methodically
Sterilize and homogenize
Other’s irrational ugly
Self-defeating thoughts
Yet stubbornly holding
On to my own,
Making myself nuts.
Truly there is a bit of craziness in my heart’s mind
As she colors people beautiful
Even when they are mean
Fierce
And
Unrealistically
Angry
At me, but will not tell me why.
Feeling unsafe, and insecure
Painting people's reactions ahead in my thought’s brains
Expecting something that is insanely
Fantastical
And
Maniacally
Combative
Seeing a
Horrible ending
Due to lack of
Communication.
Able to methodically
Sterilize and homogenize
Other’s irrational ugly
Self-defeating thoughts
Yet stubbornly holding
On to my own,
Making myself nuts.
They say one only can be wise,
If able to mathematize.
But what really underlies,
Is the failure to alphabetize.
Our numbers are arabicized,
A language to be more precise.
So is everything programmized,
Just language, oversimplified.
So maths freaks, wouldn’t it be wise
To speak in poems, homogenize,
Don’t let us feel lobotomized
Let’s feel the love, romanticize!
***
April 14, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
The Mystery of the Monastery
In the Entity comes Sanctity
Repentance giveth to Admittance
Cleansing of the Sensing
To Homogenize and Energize
Around All Periphery Leads to Epiphany
Curing Lesions and Bringing Peace to The Regions
The Summoning of the Soul
Giving Truth To the Worldly Toll
I want my MTV!!
....used to be the refrain in my younger days
Rebelling felt great, we stayed up late
VJ's were the essence of cool
But now no V's to J...only so many commercials-obscene
shows pick up steam-capped off with reruns
of "My SuperSweet 16"
keeping kids based in reality...right
When did the rebel become the pitchman?
substance fell through the floor
they break necks to homogenize, androgenize
easier to sell to one soulless, brainwashed mass
video killed the radio star? Advertisement killed the artist!!
In other "news"....
someone just stuck a camera in Brad Pitt's face!!
Here he comes out of his house now, shielding childs face
He looks annoyed swatting off flashbulb mosquitos
late for his kids doctor exam
...dismissive prick...ClickClick Brad!Brad! ClickClick
If I were a star, there would no doubt
be a paparazzi genocide on my front lawn
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