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No matter what I do,
No matter what I say,
That old woman in my mirror,
Just won't go away.
I woke up one morning,
So bright and sunny,
And there she was,
With two chins and a tummy.
The eyes that once,
Were so large and bright,
Now look old and tired,
And near sunken from sight.
The high cheeks that once,
Held the rose of good health,
The bosum, once full,
Both have also been felled.
Victims it seems,
To the curse of old age.
What was once budding beauty,
Is now wizened and sage.
Now I look in the mirror,
And think, "Tell me pray,
Who is that old woman,
Who won't go away?"
Mankinds actions are motivated by status or money,
we're not hunter gatherers that kill in this society,
people take chances on advantageous circumstances,
grab it in a glance through vantage and see advances.
Call it selfish or intelligent but these ways are relevant,
the powerful elevate through the system,
others don't and fall down becoming the equivalent
of a pet rock, alienated victims.
The thing to remember is a lot of our knowledge is theory,
some can be proven but most can't be,
theories with unavoidable flaws are theories less likely,
but still believed as fact, by many, not me.
In history nearly all were uneducated, mankind has never had a clue,
this allowed stories to spread and in time they became "true",
through their age, tradition, or heritage now still believed by quite a few,
motive created these stories and with time their strength grew.
1% believers ignorant to basic mathematics,
Lucifer, and religious believers tell tales most emphatic,
theories with flaws yet people devote to this septic,
but all these ideas are man made as a tactic.
Fear equals control,
control equals possessions,
possessions equal wealth,
wealth equals status,
status means power,
and power makes mean,
some call this status "elite".
As in untouchable, above all and living the dream,
historically an elite there definitely has been,
Emperors, warlords and Kings and Queens,
now mostly dissolved the elite can't be seen.
The pyramid structure or the leader of the pack,
humans live in a way that sees layers stack,
the elite lead the way and we all follow through,
their greed and selfish power actually benefits you.
So maybe that's why ignorance is our natural fashion,
things we've no idea of we tend to believe with passion,
but we are told knowledge the same as those in the old days,
stories, theories or ideas, taught and accepted in the same ways.
Ignorance is the balance to curiosity,
unlike the cat, we climbed out the tree,
curious enough to leave the caves,
these two the key and lock to how we behave.
This poem is full of ignorance, I do as we do,
I could be right, truth is, I havent got a clue.
"Genocided genociders"
Look, the victims of holocaust
committing genocide
They bomb indiscriminately
the so-called open prison
With the embargo they imposed
they let civilians starving
There's no humanity in them
thus, i dub them subhumans *1
They have lost count on the dead
more than some sixty thousands
The former genocided ones
became genociders
Semites massacring semites
almost a fratricide
Behold the majestic zionism
in all of its greatest glory
The jews are now philistines
auschwitz is now gaza
Hitler is netanyahu
and nazis are now zionists
Americans, heroes of world war
are now israel's lackeys
A whole superpower
can't look them in the eye
SHAME on most evangelicals
they're anything but christians
But, this somehow has to end
one day they'll have to pay
It's not an "if", it is a "when"
have courage palestine.
(This poem is not a recent one)
watch the images dance.
$19.95 for do it all designer genes.
Engineer for a healthier life
don’t forget it’s a great meat tenderizer
as well as a thermal nuclear warhead.
Surf the digital channels
transcend the matrix in nanoseconds
get caught in the web of world wide damnation
the information age
the information rage
were knowledge is power
power is for the insane
greed for the masses;
Fury for the masses
Mine junk, candy for the brain,
sink into the lives of the media s dirty drain.
Fury for the masses!
See justice become a freak show
in the minds of the meek
at the global media circus,
see an orange demagogue rise to power, fame!
See the murderer walk
or the execution of victims.
See an not-so-innocent dark man
Inflame a nation to change.
Rage the Masses.
See a serial killer talk
about the abuse of his toy train.
Driven him insane, deranged!
Made millions on the rights
or
see violence for violence
see the guns explode
see the The Drugs flow
see the decay of the world
in all its technicolor gore.
Fury for the Masses…
So many people all together
Not an angry word can be heard
Everyone is getting along fine
But there are a few
They hate some group of innocent people
Feeling that they are right
They start screaming and fighting
Attacking anybody whom they consider lesser life
It could be race or religion
Maybe where they were born
Something just makes them worse than us
Makes their lives totally worthless
Most people do not hate
But it only takes a few assholes
Armed with guns and bombs
And too many are victims
Wounded and murdered in just mere moments
Massacre added to the list
And more families in grief
All because of unnecessary bigotry and hate
And we cannot say stop
© Poem – X/I/MMXXVI
LRET
in our hearts we build a temple
and then we call it love
with sacrifice and sacred thoughts
we lift it high above
we feed the fantasy of our mind
with beauty and a hope to find
for the love we placed
above our divine
we also find can be unkind
to those not compared to the swan
those not desired but still wish on
those whose hearts belong to someone else
that possess the love we would have ourself
to those not given the gift of time
who death separates at the dawn of the find
to those that love simply ignores
that will never marry or be adored
to those forced just to pretend
the victims of kingdoms and family fortunes
to they to whom marriage was not a gift
a momentary pleasure a mere instant of bliss
to they who chased the illusion of love
whose wealth was the attraction and not true love
idols destroyed the temple we built
idols stole our sacrifice and defiled our worship
we feed the ones we hope to find
with our fondest love divine
but most of the time love was unkind
and show the secrets we try hard
not to find
a blessing in disguise
questions in the mind
don't have answered
in the lips of lies
the heart of the poor
got too many questions
what about our life's
what about our rights
what about freedom
what about our children
what about our lands
are we still save
a blessing in disguise
life is a free zone
but now am sorry
is turn to a game
the survival is no longer
the fittest
instead the game organisers
are
but what has a beginning
has an end
except from God
a blessing in disguise
i have never seen
an empire last forever
either i heard of one
in power for ever
history proves it
and now it we are
living in it reality
i see the signs of
the time with an
alarm of distruction
i see the Powerful
stargarllin to maintain
it stand
i see the corner stone
stepping up while
it Clark the Piller's
of lies
a blessing in disguise
we are the victims
about to be the hero
we are the ones
that bear the pains
of greed
our life are a provocation
to humanity
so why at the end
we will not rise
for long we are have been
at the bottom of life
so if destiny exist
it must be
a blessing in disguise
I could tell by the looks in their eyes,
They had evil on their mind;
Terrorists with more devilish thoughts,
Nowhere else on earth could you find.
Victims of their thoughtless deeds
Lay scattered in their paths;
Cries if mercy on their ears
Are answered with just a laugh.
Destruction;
Torture;
Hazardous waste;
Are tools of their trade.
Promises with the devil
Seem to be the contract that they made.
Run and hide from these terrorists,
Should you see them come;
The pain they will inflict on you
Cannot be undone.
I must deal with their terrible deeds
Each and every day;
But from these four year old twins of mine
You can run away.
For the "Burlesque Twist" contest.
The Spiral
Once the circuit is closed it is a never-ending story one of
hate and violence an eye for an eye and more darkened vision
Who cast the first stone threw the first bomb wielded the sword
where when and how and for what reason does not matter to me
As loops of vicious power circle in a fight of oppression and the
going stays rough in retribution the system breeds more of the same
Suicide squads yield no answer for your revolution nor mine
when the blame game is on and liberation is merely an empty idol
Bombing sovereign countries is only an answer for globalised greed
a sign of malice insecurity and rationalised evil covering the roots
Terrorists have no legitimate place on the streets of London an
explosive device and a bomb on a belt does not enchant the victims
Whole nations razed to the ground in ever changing coalitions to secure
pipe dreams and pipelines impress suffering and the Goddess of money
It does not suffice to point fingers at whose alleged allegiance started
the madness and what oils the shrapnel and hunger of justice in vain
It matters what you and I do what the clowns in power who represent us
conclude in name of us minions who are mere pawns in circular fashion
The best way to achieve peace is not to fabricate another attack on
humanity but he or she who holds back severs the spiral of hatred
everyone got a reason
every one is struggling
one way or the other
we are need to survive
one way or the other
everyone need to be free
freedom is need in every soul
one way or the orther
everyone is fighting
we all got a fight
one way or the other
everyone need focus
cos nowadays
we are out of focus
one way or the other
everyone need to win
we need prove
one thing some how
that thing that brings
us a sense of belonging
one way or the other
we are all victims of live
one way or the other
and
every one need love
it helps in if
everyone got a reason