There is a lot of misinformation on the internet,
but mainstream media has the most misinformation yet.
bobblehead babbitt
no cause for alarm - lame duck
shaking shabby mane
9/9/2020
How many more
Poems must I write
To get it right
And have my poetry
Break into
The mainstream
Meditate
Dive into your dream
Work to make it mainstream
Cultivate
Your heart and mind clear
Body and soul spark cheer
Dedicate
Your time and space well
Live passion where you dwell
Abdicate
Quit when you're ahead
Meet the fear that you dread
Congregate
Live love that blossoms
Be love that's most awesome
Predicate
Destiny aligns fate
Live here and now not late
Leon Enriquez
13 August 2018
Singapore
M-ainstream of oath
A-ims to promise the heaven;
R-ace set by God before you
I-s making your soul
O-pen.
V-iew the mainstream of oath,
A-s you behold and see;
L-ook at the one right path,
E-arly fourteenth of February.
N-ever turn away from God and Christ,
T-o praise and please them both;
I-t's time for you to complete
N-othing but mainstream of
O-ath.
'Hey, over here! '
Said the road less followed
'Here is the antidote,
For the lies you have swallowed.
It's not your fault,
Your instincts were diluted,
You were thinking from the Mainstream,
Which is deeply polluted.
The lies in this stream,
Will not keep you afloat,
Heavy untruths have been jammed
Down your throat.
Banksters, Media Hounds, Pharmaceutical lice
All swimming in lies
Screaming 'take my advice'
Backpaddle and see it,
For all that it's not,
This poison will blind you,
Free thoughts left to rot.
Turn off your tv,
Pull out the plug,
Stop reading the news,
Stop taking their drugs.
Pick up your book,
And rest your back on a tree
The world wide webs in nature
Will return you to simplicity'
A smart little cookie
Was this road travelled not,
A timely reminder
Of what logic forgot.
Ruby Honeytip
Just because my eyes are uneven
And my teeth are tinged with green
Doesn't mean I'm unattractive
Means my looks are not mainstream
I sometimes babble incoherently
But my words still have importance
Everyone has an opinion to express
Some of us have more discordance
So what if my hair grows out in tuffs
And my nose is crooked and bent
It's what's upstairs that really counts
It's the brains that pay the rent
So when you see a strange looking person
Who's considered a little extreme
Remember we're all in this together
But we're not all a part of mainstream
© Jack Ellison 2013
Relationship allows me to grow
With its human complexity,
That brings me to be true
And be open to various issues.
It creeps into the consciousness
Of my being Asian in truth
That fashions who I am
In this world where I am now.
I cope with changes and differences
Quite uneasy to confront with;
However at a dawn of a new horizon
Reflects another meaning and learning.
It’s another school of experience,
That embodies depth and new sight
Along this road shapes my calling
To be strong and committed to God’s invitation.
You say I'm never gonna get anywhere
'Cause I live by my own rules
Course I move from here to there
But that don't label me as a fool
I used to cry about being down deep
So deep inside such a big, dark hole
But now, this hole I'd rather keep
Than stuck somewhere so shallow and full
A new day has awaken
And with raw
Emotions
You stretch and yawn
While curtains are drawn
Just once you willfully wish
To stagger back
To your place of slumber
And not feel so outnumbered
By the roar of thunder
The cars and buses make
Making your conscious
Wander and care
Just a brake
From
A day without hurling down the stairs
Into the buses
Driven by madmen
Driven by fear
Packed in like sardines
Faces riddled
With a long silent stare
If only I could turn off
The switch
And ditch
The day
But I guess
I have to wait
Till Saturday
She's become mainstream
She's been sampled and mixed
lacks soul
Her beat is not the same
Manufactured by society
Original is no longer attached to her name
A product of a million things but not one
Such a waste of talent
Sell out
Bubble-gum act
Can't break it down
Repeats herself
Not so deep
Her heart wants to reconnect
But fears it's too late
She has already lost her former audience
They turned their backs on her
She doesn't blame them
But she makes her living
She carries on
Cause people tell her it's safe this way
She's manipulated into something new
But her spirit is still old
Eventually she'll become a broken record
But her heart will always remain platinum
Plastic prosthetic simplicity
without the intention to speak
Weaving into gruesome toxicity
Comfort which begins to look bleak
Confusion broken and shattered
Clothes worn out and tattered
Care beyond belief
Cancer amongst relief
Bleeding for the last time
Accused of an innocent crime
Falling into the branded and shamed
Remaining only beaten and maimed
We're only game pieces
Miniscule and obsolete
And while the plague releases
we're left far from complete
Pleasure and disease
Giving into dread with such ease
We cannot win
when we don't even begin
Beautiful only in greed
Representation without need
Broken, so we begin to bleed
Hopes and dreams can only recede
Choked off before we speak
Never paying word or mind
Comfort we refuse to seek
repentance we fall behind
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