The New Society
We are living on the Earth now. This planet is full of suffering
Aggression, wars, murders, brutalism, cruel mentalities
Humanity’s soul has not evolved, but there are pure hearts
They are the members of the new Earth, of a new planet
Why? Because the new culture on the new planet is clean
There is no aggression, selfishness, or desire to rule; just life
Works together, this a rule and a saying, there a galactical law
Live and work together to build better and better words of planets
Live life in the endless universe is the time of the beating loving heart
‘Come.’ Said Satan.
‘Thank you for the invitation.’ I answered.
‘Bring your love.’ Said Satan.
‘I’ll kill her.’ I answered.
‘She is here soon.’ Said Satan.
‘I will kill myself.’ I answered.
Love
Death
Life
And love
We live
On
A new
Planet
Called
(for)
Love
Don't knock me for opening doors
that lead to new
& different perspectives
We're all perceptions peering from
the inside out while
being viewed by other aspects
of ourselves
Shells of former selves fight for
relevance as the new
arises with a higher
intelligence
This battle continues under the
surface but is prevalent
& bound to be seen nonetheless
Much respect is given to those that
are able to overcome
this struggle by fighting
until the task is put to rest
Every door is a portal into a separate
reality the same as
wormholes lead to different
spatial mentalities
The definition of reality is a fallacy
but everything is both
true & farce
Foreign ideas spark conversations that
start a forest of fires but
this is needed in order to get
to the heart of the ire
Your mind is a park with many
trees so keep
control of the flame
as smoke obstructs vision
of roads & terrain
Good ideas go down easy like smart
water so absorb
this intellectual rain
if you're parched
Is it insane to want to leave a
box with all of its
walls & ceilings?
Or is it crazy to run in circles
just to suppress what
your heart & mind
are feeling?
The lines are this, mac Miller once said stop thinking to much, the wrld are planet sacrificeing to much, I trust you, don't worry to much.
Validation is slowly creeping up on you, you think you're doing well, think well, dangerous health.
Life is a bomb it's explodes harder when it has no room to breathe, get out, stay strong.
There's something what needs to be talked about.
there are different mentalities, some good, bad.
Nothing is so sad whaching this humans no doing much, there give a fuc7.
tell me if I'm lying to you ?, i'm dying for you,i'm draining for you.
Music is my comfort zone.
I adore it because it comforted me when I felt alone.
Music is actually no big deal.
But sometimes it just turns into the thing called ideal.
It is funny how that tune doesn't have a specified tongue
But still can combine any as one.
The problem with music is that at times, it gives an another level of peace humans largely fail to give.
And not only peace; but also many memories you get to relive.
I believe music is made of emotions, and so do humans.
The only difference is that humans make problems and music their solutions.
I assume that a person's taste in music is like the shadow of his personality.
It portrays his beliefs and mentalities.
I also do believe that music heals humans.
It gets you back on track because it has feelings.
Why, What are you seeing Mr: Mrs jealousy mentalities?
I prefer not to entertain your backbiting and wavering displeasure.
Jealousy you no longer have influence against all the others.
In this world of infinite flaws,
This divided world of politics and laws,
We hurt each other; we brawl and fight,
Curses at our lips, our fists balled tight..
But,
Why don`t we stop and take a brief break?
Why don`t we show this darkened world some light?
In this world of screams and yells..
This horrific world, where haters dwell,
We hurt and loath over religion and caste,
Our actions that of hate, our mentalities vast..
But,
Why don`t we stop and live a life of ease?
Why is it hate and not peace that we seize?
Math, the realm of life, let's
Multiply all pleasures
Minus entire sorrows
Manage total tie-ups
Measure mentalities
Matrix adventures and
Minimize kindred’s flaws.
Pleiades Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Date: 06/10/2020
Placed : 1st
Power that is born, infused, and energized with anticipation and expectation is a promise.
Reinforcing that power with authority and validity is the name or person behind the promise.
Optimism abounds as we become more attuned and sensitive where there is a presence of promise.
Mediocrity, assembly-lined, rubber-stamped, and 'sameness' mentalities fade where there is a promise.
Individual initiative and positive attitudes are greatly enhanced when and where there is a promise.
Sacrifices become far less burdensome, and delayed pleasures are acceptable when there is a promise.
Every effort is made to excel and great acts of courage are realized when there is a word of promise.
052820PSCtest, Promise Poetry, Silent One
Words of no profit,
Chitchat and debate
worth no participate!
Rather saving the lost,
Edifying the synagogue.
It’s the beast works
For men to mine;
Strifes among themselves,
Diverting the energies
And thinking of disciples
Thousand miles away,
Away from the way,
from what to be acted.
Never forget HE existed,
Existed before thickheaded tail.
The tail never wins at all!
Life, the race across the lake,
Philosophy of man starts
Invading the beliefs of the temple
With false teachings.
Dogmatic mentalities an’ hard cores
Result no spiritual growth.
Be diligent in study of HIS words;
The Truth!
A brave mans venom
freedom fighters got
venom
cos their words
never contradict
their personality
everyone got a
reason on earth
despite we are same
humans
yet humans are problem
of themselves
we are the originators
of every issues
we suffer
their is no same
agreement in the world
our mentalities proves
this
our royalty remains
our deformity
our ignorance
still close us to
our delusion
we are yet to
be come who
we truly are
same problem
ever were
no wonder
the words
of a freedom fighter
is a venom to it
oppressor
even when they don't
care
modification
I wish while we grow
in the world
we grow truth
instead of the modifications
of lies
I wish to see a world
of peace through out
the globe
despite it sim impossible
cos our aims differs
even when we claim
to unity our selves
ourselves still bear
selfishness by ourselves aims
our motives are never one
should I blame it on culture
should I say our different mentalities
are our barriers
cos we modify
greatness
yet forget what brings
what we modify
we never remember the origin
of what keeps us going
yet we want to move ahead
of time
Sun rise; it's a new day
A new day,same people
Mentality proceeds to be different;
Ugly. YES! ugly mentalities
Activities normal,streets flocked
Freedom is real, no restrictions and rules followed
Partial difference, probably tribe
Justice...peace...it is what it is
Smoke in the air,instantly
Wails invades the environment
Streets converted to racing fields;
Disorganized race,everyone is a champion
Peace lovers turn to perpetrators
Retaliation given birth to
Democracy! democracy! democracy...
Where are the democrats?
Scramble and partition reborn
Resistance movement rooting again
It was white against black those days
Now it is black against black
Brothers form conspiracies...
Blood against blood
Dreams are always valid,nightmares too
Dry land is now muddy;red mud
Corpses dominates the streets
The living become unpopular
Death is now a celebrity
Gunshots topping music charts
Lawmakers to lawbreakers
Leaders to misleaders
Presidents to dictators
The age of revolution is here
Pile up the gristle and race to the top. There's Nazis in the pigpen, elitists in the slop. Social media heroes in a false Saving grace. Why don't you go Murder the police, and shoot nazis in the face? When it all comes full circle it bites back with rows of teeth.
Shatter worn out notions, discard old ideas, burn down dead beliefs.
Slave to the grave, Herd like mentalities walk a path that's been paved. Bloody knees you'll beg for your scene to be saved. Just become a dirty kid when there is no longer a rave. Lowering the standards of a mundane lifestyle. Status quo justifies filth as a need. Consume everything to satisfy your hungrer and greed.
A parasitic life form, a human disease.
Victimize this, victimize that. I'll victimize you with a baseball bat. It's all about you on your Internet feed. It's all about you and your corporate greed. It's all about you on the cell phone screen. Devour rotten harvest from an ignorant seed.
Rewarding mediocrity with a fistful of cash. Messiah of empty praise, Lord of the trash.
Victimize this, victimize that. I'll victimize you with a baseball bat.
Poetic Justice
a league of just us.
Believe in this,
for you can entrust us.
Different colored capes,
mask's to hide identities.
Unable to reveal ourselves,
to protect us and our cities.
Super speed,
mentalities so fast,
villains just think slow,
they never will last.
Ninja movements,
stealthly placed,
cat like reflexes,
steadily paced.
Martial arts,
Jiu-jitsu, even karate.
Got all the skills,
Ra's al Ghul couldn't even stop 'we'.
We know how to use gun's,
throw knives, fly, and catch dames.
Sweeping these streets,
reguardless of names.
Not all of us have money,
like our dear Mr. Wayne.
Expensive suits like Mr. Stark,
or powers like Lois Lane.
Most of us have the power of speech,
through the soul's connecting,
someplace we can't reach.
A League of our own,
where no judgements passed.
Helping each other,
holding hands through life's grasp.
Cities have burned,
people have died,
bad guy's got away,
but at least we have tried.
We can't win them all.
Justice, still will be served.
By Poetic Justice.
Fighting negativity with our words.
Because life is such a challenge, no one escapes without scars.
Evils may always be lurking ; still we must face and fight them.
I do not try to be perfect; but I am made in the image of God.
Never bow to lies about yourself, or low life mentalities by others.
God made each of us unique, and no one can be you as good as you.
Happiness will never be found at the end of a rainbow, nor from others.
Understand that God loves us far too much to leave us like we are.
Mistakes are missteps that only become mishaps when we refuse to use them to make the next step.
At the end of my life, I want to hear God say to me, “Well done my child”.
Nothing or no one can make me feel less of a person than God says I am.
07042016 PS Contest, Being Human by John Hamilton
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