Neocolonialism
I fell in love
It cost everything
The moment I lost myself
I've heard of wars were people take all you have. The ones you love, The things you like and sometimes even normalness and identity. What does it feel to ache to be normal to be comfortable. Things to be perfect... So that your mind will be sane.
I am dumb
I accept that
Like an illness with no cure
I know how it feels
When I don't know where it will be shot right here
Ohhhh
Too much traumas
Only to realise am on stage
Maybe a comedian
What do these producers want to watch
Hmmm
I am fooled
If the world was one billion
They will tell me there is no life.
If I gave a dream
They will destroy me
An idea
Cost a person
My own is theirs
They steal mine in gazillions
And give me rubbish... A handful and that is the worst love.
Foreign
So foreign to this place.
There is absolutely no grace.
Just this disgraceful disgrace
Individuals ... so unaware,
Unalert,
So fake.. unbelievable.. unheard
What's this altered trend
Multitudinous of eyes that don't see,
Hearts that feel but deny to live...
...
Where's the ones I belong to?
Ones I will smile to be just next to
Maybe I need a dose of 'normalness'
To accept this mess...
As me and rest are not friends.
It all may aswell be in my hands.
...
No help. One way is to free my 'foreigness'
The natural state is
shameful.
The skin,
once smooth
now calice
drownding in rich fragrance and
creams
Hair is plucked, cut, shaped, and
trimmed.
Animal instincts our squashed
with regulation and normalness.
Our eyes seek, wishing to
pounce
But our hamstrings are cut;
unable to spring.
A human is what is told to be
There is no humaneness...
just an animal being
pampered by rosy makeup
Roots are buried
our skin is sinful
Few sane remain
frowned upon
by proper citizens who love
to demonstrate proper behavior.
they’ve been at it in the basement down below for
days now
screaming & whipping
moaning & suffocating
pushing the limits of what they call
human sexuo-fetisho-sado-masochistic
madness
cutting & slashing & whipping & slashing &
squirting & cumming & electrifying &
trying
trying
trying
to find a more visceral
a more pure
way out of this place---
a way to stretch open the porthole
a way to dig into the side of the black holes being
created by the hadron
a way to strip down the essential needs that
lurk in the back of all our heads
behind & between
what we pretend is some sort of
normalness.
the leather is tight
the toys are plenty
the orgasms are so vast
that the counting of them is a thing of the
past---
and all the troubles of the world just
drift away
walking the fine line
straight down the middle of
pleasure & pain
no politicians allowed
no morality police
no teachers or professors
no pedophiliac pederast priests
no downers
no negative nancys (up to no good)
there is a safe word &
it’s quite understood
what is needed is a simple agreement
where all parties agree
that what’s good for you is
good for
me.
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