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They set to work upon our minds
To market sprays of many kinds
To give the world a different smell
More aerosols they then will sell
But first our minds they must corrupt
To pave the way for new product
So they begin the odour game
And make us feel a sense of shame
Because we have our own odour
Better we smell like a flower
Be gone the smell of pheromone
And other odorous hormone
With chemicals we spray each part
Perfumery becomes our art
We freshen air in every room
Spraying the synthetic perfume
Then carpets and curtains are sprayed
Along with towels and bedspread
And when this done we spray the dog
Now everywhere a perfumed fog
To market sprays of many kinds
They set to work upon our minds
THE VEINS and blood drown down by sensational moments -- so medicinal, so medical; are no more unjoyously bullied of those vilest minds. And sipping on modern life; everything given is completely maniacal. When humanity escapes from rough history's decay; running from Life.
Running from headlines, running from complete madness: just where strove the droll god-beasts!
If one finger touched my hand by Love (i'm so sorry i forgot you -- let me catch you to speak) touching hair of your deep pool and smile-did love in other days (fill my heart with chemicals and like all strangeness must be abuse)
Like voices living a dance upon dead minds so now insecure and why, it is love and we can turn life around.
Is Life, stressed out.
:~:
Thank God for vegetarians there is more meat for me
just wish those militant vegans would let me be
It's not that I don't like vegetables I'm easy to please
just flavor that pot of green beans with a dab of bacon grease
But now they made plant based meat marketed as fit to eat
packed with chemicals and fat so your taste buds taste a treat
At first it was Burger King now they got KFC
honestly for meat eaters it sounds like preaching
Real seafood, poultry, pork and beef I desire to consume
and for eating almost anything adding bacon makes room
Barbecue it, grill for sure, roast or frying pan
for the smell, flavor and taste of meat I am your man
Fake meat just doesn't sound right eat a salad instead
but put my salad on a thick hamburger between buns of bread
Feel free to eat what you like but don't mess with my menu
I want crispy golden fried chicken, not bite into a glob of tofu
She cries for her children,
her body sick and spent,
poisoned by her own.
Disconnection breeds ignorance;
sever the umbilical,
a disconnected cable brings on malfunction;
a child taken from its mother
doesn’t respect.
Mother Earth weeps,
centuries of anguish and lament
are more than she can bear.
Her children are many,
two-legged, four-legged, winged and finned;
she watches them destroy one another.
The two-legged’s have not learned
that they will always need her
and their siblings.
With all of your Universities
and education,
you remain unlearned.
Respect is earned by, the giving of same;
she births her own with love and respect,
receiving little in return.
You eat her food,
strip her hair and skin;
burn her with chemicals,
taint her tears with acid;
you poison your mother,
do you think the Great Spirit
appreciates this slaughter?
She is his child,
just as you.
You hide behind religions,
pretending to worship God,
while you slaughter his daughter
and your own siblings.
Mother Earth’s tears,
are for you, as well;
when you’ve poisoned the ground,
food can’t grow.
When you’ve destroyed the
fish, fouls, mammals;
you’ve obliterate yourselves.
There’s nothing so deadly,
as the allegedly,
educated-ignorant.
3-24-2021
A Meaningful Poem - Poetry Contest
Constance La France
Whatever our bodies could have done
If only, there was, little less of poison
The hoardings’ screaming. Loud
Drinking Coke was in. In fashion
We sprayed aerosols in airs
Filled our bellies with alcohol
Artificial lights of late nights
Food sprayed with chemicals
Such a divine vehicle is the body
We compared it, to an automobile
Vehicles designed aerodynamically
Curves compared to breasts & thighs
Foods. Airs. Thoughts. Limbs and sinews
Creativity. Minds. Expressions. Discoveries
We tread this ground. This wonderful earth
The body is the means. Will not last forever
In the limited time there’s a lot to discover
May there be less poison, more laughter
'There is enough for the need of every
Not enough to fill greed of just one'
A prayer, to heal. Time to recover
We trust. World is getting better
.
Fear has a new form. It is in air
Fear of death is lurking in the air
Remember the air is just a carrier
The air is untouched, a pure element
Air carries, untouched by foul or fragrance
Airless none survives, airs must touch all elements
Our minds have the nature of air, the airs we exchange
Our surroundings, airs, fears, words that foul or are healing
Recall, mind has nature of air, the closest airs we are inhaling
Think pure pristine breathe easy all and every being, blessed Be
Flow as air words. Pause. Rise. Carry all the essence unburdened
Twigs, particles, dust, fragrance, tears, joys’, hopes, ambitions
Touch all, penetrate, all beings, plants, animals, fires, water
Ether, music, space, light, particles, rainbows, scents
There is Not a life that You the Air do not sustain
Forgetful us, we never built a Monument to Air.
MY GENERATION SISTER
love isn't a blessing,its a damn halacus
I could tell right by the look on her eyes.
She has grown round ,her hind body shakes
Her voice calls, and no man stays gentle
Her chest is heavy, and punks praise of it - Silly punks...
My sister makes up,
She polishes her skin with chemicals,
her face sparkles it reminds me of the new moon
Unlike her knees a pour definition of the African Colour
With her polyester headbraids she erodes off all wisdom of
these big shorts whose bellies extend like the nile every time they kiss
she's hevean sent to them- and these other punks
She paints her lips, and claims it of the Modern girl
I don't hate my sister But she's a new Covid
Which kills the human plasma.She wakes up at noon
And disappears to the days retirement,
Then back in the heart of the night,
With a pile of smiles as if heaven just made her heir-
My sister has forgotten our ways;
My sister greets no more,
And never kneels, she says it causes 'kneelionosis'
Which kills the human Chromosomes...
I don't want to hate my sister but her morals and body are the damn halcus
Yet I worry for the men who love her,
Sun burns earth where wheat once grew
dry as sticks now no chance to renew
Rain will fall no more to enrich the land,
mother cant cry ,silenced by human hand.
Jungle trees cleared by greed
no fruits ripen producing healthy seeds,
to cure ailments and disease alike,
Forever lost in barren ground.
Poisoned ground with chemicals
wiping out insects who pollinate crops
Poisoned minds fed by corporate words
spliting minds like a sweeping sword.
Like sheep all led to the slaughter
promises of riches and a longer life
Used as fodder in religious strife
Oh people of earth seek the water.
Too late will be the cry as the Earth
broken beyond repair dies slowly
and breathes its last ,will they
all shout out any price to pay.
Why didnt we heed the rebels call,
instead we laughed at natures fall.
Why didnt we act when the chance arose,
its too late now as we fall.
Cry for a dying world we called home
Tears shed that wont water a crop
Cry to the sky and whatever God
to save us from a living hell.
if only we did something ourselves
did we really need that big house
Why did we laud selfish thoughts
Believing what we thought was truth.
andy p mcintyre 27/5/2019
Through Jaded Eyes you see the world,
and everything in view.
But see you weren’t like this
when I very first found you.
It sucked you in, this monster,
and it caused the world to pause.
It took our lives away
when it had trapped us in it’s jaws.
I wish we could go back
so we could both do things differently.
But the monster had us both,
and both had found ourselves diseased.
I fought hard to escape it,
but you had got the taste for blood.
Obsessed with getting high
no matter what it costed us.
I try hard not to fault you,
for I too, have played this game.
But my love for you was stronger
than some temporary gain.
Maybe I don’t understand
why you have never wavered.
You’ve hurt my Heart so deeply,
Now I’m sad, alone, and angered.
Perhaps if I should stoop,
and find myself once more a user,
Then I could not be mad
perhaps my hurts would then be fewer.
Once more we both are trapped again,
indulging in these sins.
We fight a losing battle
where this monster always wins.
The thing we failed to see though,
was that both of us evolved.
We replicate the monster
who had caused the harsh downfall.
Looking at each other,
do you still recognize my face?
For I am not so sure
our faces haven’t been replaced.
We spit such venom freely
As if sworn of enemies.
Our love cannot return
Unless we finally break free.
Our love has faded drastically,
And it seems there is no hope.
We’re marching towards the gallows.
Conveniently, bring our own rope.
We string each other up,
Ready to kick each other’s chairs.
We’ve come to kill each other
with chemicals to push us there.
A monster I’ve become,
not sure I even know my name.
I fear that there’s no turning back,
Or that I’ll ever be the same.
Your eyes become more empty
every time we play this game.
Tell me, are my eyes too?
I feel so hollow and ashamed.
Now clouds replace their light,
And it’s so hard to recognize…
ourselves and all that is,
while peering through such Jaded eyes.
A tear drop
Skies cry, and cry, and cry, and cry.
A tear drop forms, it metamorphoses.
It freezes, becomes a snow flake.
Snow flake upon snow flake upon flake
merge, become a blanket atop mountains.
Time passes and they again metamorphose,
melt, join as one to become a trickle
sliding down the sides of rugged mountains.
Once again merging with so many to form
streams, brooks and with moving force
become mighty rivers flowing onward,
onward to become a whole, the world oceans.
Skies cry, and cry, and cry, and cry
for their tear drop no longer innocent and pure.
Within them are all the poisons, the pollutions
Mother Earth and mankind have spewed into the air.
They, the rain, the air we breathe carry within them,
within their genetic makeup, all the poisons, the pollutions
that feed Mother Earth and feed mankind, by his hand,
by his greed, has planted the seeds of our future demise.
One has to wonder just how wise is mankind ???
He poisons our lands, our seeds, our food stuffs!!!
Organic or animated, it is all the same to corporations.
Fill them with, spray them with chemicals that kill.
B. J. “A” 2
November 23rd, 2021
Our supposed modern scientific genius
May in fact just be our last fatal weakness.
This technological house of cards we've made
Left humanity walking along the edge of a razor blade.
How much could you buy or sell using debit or credit
If someone or something wiped out the internet.
A computer virus, terrorists, hackers, or an E.M.P.--
Will wipe out our hard-earned wealth eventually.
Killing beneficial insects is almost like fratricide.
Think really hard again about ever using insecticide.
How many fields of vegetable plants and fruit trees
Will ever bear fruit if there are no more bees.
Rather than organically producing more living topsoil,
We're killing what remains with chemicals derived from oil.
As chemical contaminants follows their downward motions,
Choral reefs and plankton are dying in the oceans.
As a species, we've all become germ-o-phobic neurotics,
Religiously trying to kill all microbes with antibiotics.
But pharmaceutical medicine will never defeat every bug,
So one of these days there's certain to be a super plague.
So will we all starve because we cannot buy or sell,
Or because the oceans and farmlands have all gone to Hell?
Will we be extinguished by some invincible virus?
What ever it be, the fault will probably lie in us!
I wish I could offer some brilliant inspired solution,
But remember that extinction is also a part of evolution.
You may write me off as some kind of nutty alarmist,
But people that know me consider me to be an optimist.