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you understand meaning as historical.......
yet...unless memory agrees...helpfull
years underlying millennial ages hopefully
yelp until mind accepts handiwork
yielding unfailing machineries attached heredetarily...
youthfully unbelievable metamorphical advantages........heterogeneously
yaughting undercurrents...managably articulating halting
yardsticks...unavoidable misgivens always happen
stan sand piled
Categories:
machineries, absence, games, sound,
Form: Free verse
Urban ear-
Wakes up in the fangs of the erect of machineries
Shortness of breath due to sexual weakness-
Delicate, bankrupt state-
Suffers from severe shortness of breath-
Fragile lifeless its bricks symbolize.
Reluctant is the city life-
Archaeology is my ingrained green life
Dying in search of the three boundaries of dreams-
The music of the rain falling on the seven tin-roofs
Dance of foliage swinging in haste-
There blows the nostalgic wind.
Categories:
machineries, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
The World machinery is old
Beyond repairs
Rusted
Oil leaks,nuts loose and lack of spares
Still to carry on unable to replace
No output but unable to oust
These Government machineries
People oriented is what unfortunate
Dirty politics
Categories:
machineries, political,
Form: Free verse
The three R’s of education begin
with reading ‘riting and Ritalin.
Children are labeled mentally ill
because they fidget and won’t sit still.
Normal actions diagnosed to be
the symptoms of ADHD,
so psycho pharmacy can push a pill
to cure psychiatry’s invented ill.
You’re targeted from your infancy
to develop drug dependencies.
And spend your life consuming pills
medicating invented ills.
Drugs are poisons with side effects
that alter mechanisms of intellect
with substances that are known to be
toxic to your brain chemistry.
Minds cannot withstand the strain
of mans assault upon the brain,
and those minds can explode
into psychotic episodes.
You may find yourself in killer mode
from a demon circuit overload,
in a classroom full of dead
and a gun held up to your head.
The machineries of a nation run
on the intellect of its population.
Drug a populations intellect
and it will become derelict.
A population of addicts
living day to day, fix to fix,
dwindling down pill by pill
until that nation’s pulse is still.
Categories:
machineries, education, psychological, drug,
Form: Couplet
Machineries are made within the form
Of their creators, be they young or old,
And are indeed expected to perform
At their designers’ wish and in their mould.
The world’s most cruel creatures, I well know,
Yield little worth preserving, for their minds
Are children born of Hades’ vilest flow,
Whose horrid sight both youths and sages blinds.
Though from fair creatures we desire increase,
The most insensate ones are quite adept
At breeding free of bound, though nature’s lease
To man on earth such crime should not accept.
How fast the horde of lunacy can swell
Predicts how soon the world might birth a living Hell.
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
Categories:
machineries, allusion, evil, mythology, people,
Form: Rhyme
I
Boastfully, I regret no deeds,
my sins are minor, lame, and weak.
These children, though born dead, are strong,
like a necromancer, I make them dance.
Machineries, and wretched whores,
all linger midst my core's hollow depths.
So violent, I reproach their names,
like demons, they return the favour.
Silence now, no not a sound,
save for my gears, grinding gold.
A littany, these vicious lines,
meant to be enjoyed in Death.
So let me sleep, wake me not,
the Grave is my truest home.
Quietly, I shall decay,
and I will become my art.
II
Burn this body, this sinful cage,
bound to Earth's pleading ways.
My soul is chained within,
the keys just out of reach.
Pleasantries, I crave emotion,
intoxicated, I find them here.
Cells may rot, the better then,
so that the soul may roam.
Spread the ashes near and far,
somewhere left unseen.
Not valiant, not brave,
I am the Coward's King.
So still my heart of violence,
let the impurities flow.
Diminish all your foolish laws,
this soul belongs to me.
Categories:
machineries, angst, death, depression, introspection,
Form: Blank verse
There's a wail,for thngs are not well,
At my back there's an alarming bark;
All I can see are traitors and penned thieves
Protected by armed men;
Amidst euphora of an extavanganza.
At a colourful swearing-in-ceremony.
Here is a sad looking man
Lamenting with a weepng heart,
''Why are you depressed and alum?''
''We're mourning this morning,''he said.
We're sripped of our birth right,
The freedom to vote our leaders
Is forfeited by our infamous rulers...
To implant all puppets,
They can control like electronc robots;
Nay!We're hookwinked and robbed
By the barbarism of this baba-rism;
An affluent is now relegeted to a beggar,
Yesterday an owner,today a scapegoat;
Again,a mandate is stolen from us.
With the use of machineries
Far from our reach...the police and the
Independent Notorious Executors of Con,
So,the conspiracy is done;
So,the mandate is stolen;
So,the scam unveiled;
Amidst frowns and scorn,
Amidst world-wide disdain,
Amidst scowls and condemn.
Categories:
machineries, black african american, depression,
Form: Bio