Medias Poems | Examples

Leitmotif

Delusion comfort and the somn of the routine
Draws sharpness of awareness of yours
Depending on the context of your situation

The habit of the mechanism is tin
That's weird type of force
The conservation

In fact you really don't conserve the monkeys 
Maybe you preserve 
Linguistics say

Of terminologies the bias of buzzword
The physical the meaning of the word
The real physical the meaning 

Hey, look the wordies of the medias of yours
What meaning do conserve you in your writing
In your course 

Of the direction

Where is the transformative the point that 
Doesn't conserve the suffering and victim
So you may enjoy

Dilemma that of theirs, human's 
Of glorifying depths of trauma and the sin

Konserva is in russian language Tin

It's type of package actually the hook
That cannot be unhooked in fact that easy

The real processing is really really hard
But the stupidity and moron fashions of the world 
Is easy

We're ceasing bias, lies, desiformation 
Specific points, opinions, lifestyles

In these the metrics these are kilometers
In these these measured distance as the miles

Cell Phones

These hand sized gadgets is something we use to communicate 
We use these devices to relate good news that can't wait
We take pictures and create memories of our experiences 
Also to record a conversation or video  criminal offenses
Many addictions have been created as technology evolves
Different social medias and games to keep everyone involved 
One phone seems to vary in cost from another
With apps such as FaceTime to help distant lovers
Those are the advantages but there's also disadvantages 
Those that causes you to put your neighbor in bandages. 
A conversation full of joy or an argument that's perplexed  
You end up taking someone's life while sending a message in a text
You can't drive and focus while someone is screaming in your ear
Attempting to do so is like jumping rope after having a few beers
Know when and how a cell phone should be used
A topic that this current generation has confused

Russell Assange

Whats going on with Russell Brand? Over six million
Followers have penchant, he was once a man i did
Not admire..Yet over two years it has transpired Brand
Has burnt a brand, a searing line through mainstream
Medias fervid minds, though they'll rant and pant and
Roll the dice..Its not about whether Brant is nice.'
We know his past of women and wild, nights and drugs
And other vice.' Yet then no problems all was well, of no
Rape assertions did the media tell,  no police statements
No interest true.' So like Julian Asange whats the real
To-do.? There's lots about Letby and some hospital dead? 
Babies sadly we've read thats mainstream, covered.' They've
 fired
Real heavy lead.'
And yet the number of wounded and dead, from jabbing
With m n r a..? Well they've seldom said.' Its mainly the
Green gods agenda they speil.' They feed out a line to
The people and then they reel' not as in real! You may
Understand, and genocide is just a word.' Do they have
It banned.? Not among the balanced sensible folk but
Among the zany, menageri of the most uncouth woke.'

Towords the Corrupt Social Medias

"Focus within a view that most do not understand of thoughts that their own mind will never understand, a dream of self reality of life, is this just me within this cruel life, this shows an expression to corrupt your minds and controlled by others view, that stands by your own hands to trick you into a dance that will destroy your own happiness of life, all by things we'll never really need towords our own beautiful things we truly call life, so please focus within your own mind not inside what everyone else is doing." -Ds-

Puppets

In convolution's  twist the puppets dangle
And by intellectual snobbery
Confound themselves in obscure philosophies
Within this miasma of strings
Bring thier selfrighteousness to weigh
 And heavily obey the populace

Puppets mouth the marionette of speach
Chatter with placatory promises 
Gather their idiot payment taxes
Weaving the jerking kink of threads
Into the fashion of a brand new security blanket

The wisdom of puppetry hangs in banknotes
A masquerades entertainment for the fools
It is a dictators empire so steadily employed
To a deception of freedom
To act as the puppet would

Without accountability in the annals of performance
Puppets mereley do their job
Bouncing around on mass medias stage
Dancing through the loopholes they have made
Don't blame me they say
Someone else is pulling on the wires
And I've been played

Puppets perform by popular demand
A roll fulfilled by another's command
In convolution's twist they dangle
Confounding all by obscure philosophies
Bring thier selfrighteousness to wiegh
And heavily obey the populace

Nigerian Youth Needs Help

Police brutality is becoming unbearable. As peaceful protest has become impossible, the government of this country is now killing it people. They don't really care since all they wanted is wealth.  
The police of Nigeria has become the grim reaper and it taking it youths one by each so they don't have future. You are scared to walk by day when you not a vampire, you are scared to look good cause of the angel of death called SARS.
To whom it may concern the Nigerian government might wipe us all out. Our medias are quiet it like they did not even step out. All we want right is end police brutality. To the world pls support and help my country before we all got killed.
#Endpolicebrutality #EndSars.

Retarded Or Unlearned

My mind is void and compelled by echoes vibrating space between amidst and within boundaries of walls keeping what's out from in and what's in is imprisoned by liberties bell ringing again. Decieved into freedom by liberating powers taking power again. Independent from what is mysterious as the loose nut rattling my head. Incurable is my reapers blessing who cursed me with mental flexing. Thin is my spirit and thick is my soul. Injuries of blunt force trauma are as our humanitarian as our selfish drama dividing our country by feeding medias bread. Head hurts from causations pinched nerve and its audacity to be as hell bent as mankind on earth.
Who can cure what is incurable as our sin our inability to give without principle and reverence for humility. Faces are rattle tales and eyes never fail. Hearts beat life as well as spirit but brain directs the symphonies Chaotic sound uniting all organs  of the body in heavenly bounds. No pill for tbi and no pill for elitist lies. Time either heals or proves that tale tail sign that without truth prayer and faith survival is in vain as I ignorantly  bliss but insane.

The Propagation

The Propagation

Here you're always Quiet, now and ever.
The Endeavor to reach you out  from this Muted World,
That I take My Stance, to stop by, but it's so Crowd.
Have you heard or the voice faded away before it reach you out....

Here it Appears, always linger, time to time.
The Endeavor to fade away into the Empty Space,
As I take My stance, to wipe em out, but it’s so Precious.
Will you value or I just put them on, to the paper….

Here it Resides, always beats, slow and slower.
The Endeavor to sync with yours before it Stops,
When I take My Stance, to hear it out, but it’s so Faint.
How we tell if it stopped or it’s beating slow as we both miss each other again….

distance covered via social medias, to those memories, to the beats of heart which beats to be merged......

~Ashok Kumar Mishra

Dying Democracy

Dying Democracy
 
Rulers  are the lords of this land
Their Wishes  and words are laws
Their own castle is their world 
We are  the unwanted creatures to them
They will come and they will praise us
Up to capturing their throne
Then we will become zero as usual
Your pen should not write and
Your tongue should not speak
Your hands should not rise
Against their walks and runs
Medias speak their fame  and
Papers write their deeds
Cinemas  exhibit  their highness
We are only the audience to clap
There is a tomb in the center of the land
The Rulers They will come and honor
That is the day of Our Independence
Which   is the gift of our toils and sacrifice.

Still Hope

Some shows on television contain volcanity,
especially when you hear them using a lot of profanity,
makes you wonder about the medias inanity,
and what happened to the formality and morality,
the mentality is insanity and mundanity,
especially the ones entitled reality,
meanwhile the news with all the brutality,
the morality gone with the breaking news fatality,
thank God there is still hope for fragile humanity,
most people still have urbanity and vitality.





1-22-17

Love - For Writers

Your in medias res beingness is replotting the whole story of mine.

Only Reward of Actions Are To Pay Perhaps

in brain's evolution 
                                      evaluation's done of mind
                                limbs are like physical pipe medias 
                         through which sensational produces are passed
                        out of fictions caused by seeing and touching first
                                   a new born baby's mind casts

                                       As the first sense grows
                           environment touches through those medias
                                   learning influences on the way
                                           after mind's action 
                          heart speaks the truth because of soul's ray                  
                                tells us what the bodily universe is
                            only reward of actions are to pay perhaps

Portrait of Hate

People who practice racism,
are the last to admit weakness 
and last to apologize.
Its not always obvious,
cause racism comes in all shapes,
colors and sizes. 

People will paint your portrait 
with so much hate.
But will be the last ones to admit 
that they're just really afraid.
So, they try hiding
in the comfort of the shade,
rather than facing the heat,
that fuels their rage.

That bitter rage that's inside,
is from ignorance,
and the medias influence.

But before this world can fully recover,
we must first accept the fact
that our skins,have different colors. 
But, when it's all said and done,
it's our hearts,
that are the same color.

So Tired

For who, and why, do I try?
When I, I am so very tired.
I am so very tired of weary skies,
As if waiting for unruly demise.

For what, and why, must I climb?
Climb, climb, climb
These rocks tremble underneath my feet,
I'll fall at the gentle push of another heartbeat.

For what, and why, do I fight?
Sacrifices; fallen brothers; social battlefields
Closer than blood,
Further apart than Mars and Venus

On whose time, under whose rule, do I live?
Confined to the ideas of social medias,
Free to pick the poison of an everyday routine.
A perfectly packaged failure off assembly line.

So for who, and why, do I try? 
Isolated mind; lost in seas of many
When I, I am so very tired.
Tell me why, why I try,
I will obtain the the answer, to who am I.
But now I rest; I am so very tired.

Prioritize

My hat's off to the Media,
they make sure we're up-to-date!
They keep us all, so well informed!
The job they do is great!

They know what's most important,
to that I will attest!
They're able to Prioritize
and report the News that's best!

This weeks fires in Colorado,
and the Presidential race.
The political struggles in Syria!
U.S. power outages, all over the place

However, the Medias concentration,
was on the "important" News!
The very tragic break-up,
of Katie Holmes and Tom Cruz!

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