Sheep are herded into masses,
Then divided into classes,
Declassified as entities,
Trained as the countries amenities,
Aiming to please those in command,
Branded by the flag they carry,
The truth is pretty scary,
Downright dirty and hairy,
Where's my fairy Godmother,
Come smother the fire I see,
What is required from me,
I've aspired to be change,
Rearranging my perspective,
Acting within the collective,
I'm becoming quite effective,
Selective of my thoughts,
I fought the hardest ones,
It wasn't very fun,
I'm done being divided,
Guided by "The Help",
I collided with myself,
An elephant with emotions,
Tired of all the commotion,
The plan is already in motion,
Another wave in the ocean,
Hoping to open the hearts,
And start seeing who they are,
Far more then they've been told,
And the old ways fade away,
Into the individuals we're here to play.
Prison takes the body first—
hair, name, posture.
It teaches the spine
how to live bent.
A man enters with one wound
and leaves fluent in fear.
He learns keys,
the math of silence,
how not to cry out.
At night the walls inhale him.
Concrete is the mother
who never touched him.
Steel is the father
who only knew punishment.
Is this justice—
to enlarge the damage,
to make survival a scar
that never closes?
Rehabilitation would touch
the wound bare-handed.
Ask who he was
before hunger,
before the first strike,
before rage learned his pulse.
It would teach time
to repair instead of rot.
It would cost more.
It would return less violence.
Trauma is cheaper.
Trauma comes back.
So decide—
do we want men released
as sharpened instruments,
of death
or as bodies,
that remember
how not to hurt?
none of heard the same words
for we are individuals are we not?
it is not our hearing that did not hear
it is the interpretive additives we add
for we are humans
living our own life
experiencing what no one else can
for they are not us
and we are not them
none of us saw the same things
for we do not seek sameness, we look for diversity
sameness makes more sense, but it is not our initial reaction
so we saw different things, because we were looking for them
the police detective threw up his hands and stalked off
not realizing that no one hears or sees in the same way
Crowd is easier to be ruled
Than a bunch of individuals
So the rulers and their fools
Do behave collisional
Towards anyone who is
Much too independent
Rulers flatter and appease
Fools come out resplendent
With their threats and accusations
But the individuals stand
By their own representations
Truth moves on like shifting sands
On the coastlines where we strolled
When the world was looking grand
And the future wasn’t that small.
Created from society
Controlled substance of what we should be.
Don't do that.
Be bright not flat.
You're this you're that.
Close your eyes don't think to much.
If you get to high they'll use your crutch.
We are but pieces in a game.
Don't show too much hide your flame.
Our intelligence based on a test.
Get an A without common sense.
Dress yourself in what we show.
Don't drive to fast don't drive too slow.
We are but animals in a cage.
At least we can write on a page.
Don't let them dull you.
Don't follow along too.
Be yourself open up.
Don't drink the poison in the cup.
Watch everything don't be a sheep.
For we are feeding from the government's teet.
Don't let yourself hang by strings.
Their little puppet the money, their kings.
Break the walls.
Mute the calls.
Stare straight through them all.
Break the mold
You'll have to be bold.
Don't follow in traffic
Make sure you craft it.
Take your steps.
Make a mess.
Shine that light
Your individual bright.
God will carefully study the happenings
And shrewdly monitor played innings
He will deeply muse to arrive at the truth
And tackle strongly that which is uncouth
He will bless the good and curse the bad
And save those if nobility is by them had
He will treat with kindness magnanimity
And punishes those following enmity
He cares not for the riches possessed
But, by love, all are by Him assessed
God's goal is to maintain pure happiness
That is why God is enjoying uniqueness
God and His Angels protect all the souls
Who are in pursuit of highly merciful goals
Those who depend upon Him with love
Are rescued by Him with a strong vow
Always God's intention is to do a favor
His heart is like the soft petal of a flower
God and His Divinity are ever trustworthy
They will provide ever the needed sympathy
Go to God and offer a prayer touching His feet
He will greet with a benign act to kindly treat.
When a man's always angry and always enraged
blaming complaining and slightly deranged
quickly offended and often acts crazed
never changing and always the same
it's not that he's mad or that he's insane
I'll tell you exactly what makes him this way,
the answer's straightforward so don't complicate,
his genitals are tiny, it makes him irate!
*it's sooo true, it's sooo funny
I hate shut minds, people who never see gray.
I hate rudeness, and ridiculous amounts of violence.
I hate assault rifles. No one needs them. There is no reason.
I hate prejudice, racism, and sexism.
I hate generalizations about people.
All black people…
All white people….
All Democrats….
All Republicans…
All women…
All men…
I hate shut minds and the experts who do not understand
That when they shut them, they are excluding millions of people
Who might show them
That there is no all in any group of people
We are individuals.
All of us.
Every
One.
Intelligent Individuals Mind
Thinking intellectually and positive can create an individuals mind.
02/20/2018
Evie
I hate you
And you hate me
For the things
We think we believe
Not looking at each
Individually
But as a whole
Collectively
I have a mind
And so do you
So why do we
Misconstrue
What you think of me
And I think of you
Which more often than not
Is far from the truth
Just because we voice
Our opinions out loud
Doesn't mean we think
Along with the crowd
Last time I looked
Pretty sure I found
That both you and I
Make our own sound
Which means...
I do not hate you
And you do not hate me
For a lot of the things
That we both believe
Looking at this
Individually
Can't we both agree
Collectively
Was a cold winter night log fire was lit,
sending pictures around the walls.
They sat together on a fur rug
two happy individuals.
She smiled at him, thinking how romantic,
warmth from the fire making her cheeks glow.
They kissed, loving levels were reaching high.
she opened her eyes, that's when she saw.
Laughter bubbled up exploding
making her eyes water somewhat.
She had espied he was wearing
*Long johns with a flap by his butt
I wear them cos they are warm he explained
Meant to change them when home I got
He started to giggle with her, as he said
The look on your face I will never forget
Funny how quickly the libido drops,
the sight of long johns with a flap by the butt.
*Long johns. - Men's long white underpants to the ankle, some have a flap by
the butt.
penned. July 1st. 2015
Queen Victoria ruled half of the world;
Michael Jackson wowed the world with his moon-walk;
Shakespeare's inspiration to poets is immortal;
Beethoven's music tastes like milkshake to the ears, even at present.
All these people, and many such others, have made history as individuals,
fascinating, influencing and dominating millions of souls. This reminds us that
the smallest ants cast long shadows.
If individuals are really bright,
they do not strive for looking right.
Volodymyr Knyr
2014
I act as if every thing is always okay
Never to tell the people I see the truth
I act as if they have never hurt me
Never to show that they have
The truth is loud, the Truth is bold
Yet both of which are in my skull
My closest friends I can’t even trust
For if I do my reputation will combust
I will never be sane, until the pain goes away
I will never be happy, until I know they will not betray
Until that time comes, it will yell and scream
Only to see them. as they frolic in their dreams
Why is it that people drag out their tasks needlessly?
Taking hours to accomplish something that could be
done in minutes?
Gallavanting and having fun has become more important
than getting their chores done,
There is no sense of urgency in their service,
They'd rather have a good time at the expense
of their customers' bliss,
Is it immaturity or ignorance?
When customers are at their
wits' end it never spreads good publicity,
Perhaps those in public service just don't care
whether or not they enhance the effectiveness
of their businesses,
They'd rather get on by spending their hours
in giddiness.......
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