Posts Tagged ‘social unrest’
I hate the Edge
Sunday, November 13th, 2011Tags: desperation, irreverant, social unrest
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I have no mouth
Tuesday, May 18th, 2010She laughed and spread her legs and said “Fuck Me”
I ran out of the building
Made of counterfeit promises
And of stripe clad designer shit
She was everywhere
The breeze
The wind
The manic song of birds.
I rambled down the street bleeding gut shot
She was the Mailman’s fake smile
The school children’s skipping steps
The knowing smile of false traffic
She was the hum of summer lawn mowers
The incandescent laugh of young lovers
The foolish pride of suit wearing wannabes
She howled at my weakness
Assaulted me with Hollywood smiles
And soul eating love words
Holiday picnics played and measured my creeping steps
Balloons painted the phony sky
Fireworks snapped and crackled
Me
To the ground
I crawled up yesterday’s steps
The world
Regarded me
Like decayed vermin
A mouse better off dead
In the trap
I slammed the door-less room shut
Bleeding sweat
Sanctuary sounding Renfield giggles
In madmen harmony
She appeared before me with condescending laughter
I tried to screamed
But I had no mouth
Tags: conformity, madness, social unrest, society
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Invisible
Sunday, May 2nd, 2010Can you see them?
There!
Over there!
Open your eyes Mother Fucker!
Yes
They’re wraiths
Specters
Chimeras
Light does not touch them
Slides off em
Like Teflon
You walk through them
Never around
At little Johnny’s soccer game
You step on their heads and laugh
You pull their arms and legs off
Use em
To push their dreams away
That much further from their grasp
Their tears harvested
By your corporate catchers
Who use them
To grease diamond studded pussy
Tasha, 1989
A real good year for pussy
Why?
You don’t fuck
You own
Love will never
Touch your soul
Oh yea
The blind cunt with the scales
Giggles
And says
“I can’t keep a straight face“
“Surely they must know“
“I’m not only blind“
“I don’t even give a fuck“
Laugh
Laugh
Laugh
The Invisible
Do not laugh
They do not smile
Do not enjoy
Golden sun rises
Nor
Nature’s palette
Such beauty is not
For them
They’re angry
Percolating rage
In
Dollar store Haute couture
Dreaming of disintegrating empires
Of castles
Torn apart by bloody hands
Of a World in flames
Of upside down crucifixes
Shoved up God’s pretentious ass
They huddle
In despair
And
They
Plot
Revenge
Justice
Tags: angst, life, social unrest, society
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Genocide~Para
Friday, February 5th, 2010Courage was cultivated
Sold and innovated
Into plasticized records…
Bold to be seen
In the sectored regions
Unseen by the legions of profits
And scammers seeking mallets
And hammers to self-destruct…
What the fuck do you see?
Filtered on the jumbotron
To relieve
To reconstruct
The malady of shag carpet
In the fields of Darfur
To bet the ears of corn
On the purse
Of the ignorant and the forlorn
Plasticize…
What’s worse and what’s more
Than cries
Of malice and New York whores
Saddled with AK47s
And chaliced with the cups
Of overseas genocide
And heaven’s doors
To see…
To kill the sight that bleeds
And bumps the world wide
Span of knees…
Fucked
Plasticized
Genocide induced lies
That flies from the lips
Closed
To those open with
Terrorized cries
Distance grapples for the wrung
Caught and flung
By the omnipotent source…
Get out of bed, whores…
There’s work to be done
Work that slumbers
On notions never begun.
So many notions never begun…
©Jen2010 2–5
Tags: conformity, Genocide, Greed, social unrest
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Gotta Revolution
Monday, November 30th, 2009You fat and satisfied?
Is your trophy wife hot?
Counting your money?
Can’t count that high?
Laughing?
FUCK YOU!
Are your henchmen evicting that poor person for the crime of being poor?
FUCK YOU! I’m taking your house you rich pig!
You complaining that the minimum wage is too much?
FUCK you! I’m implementing a maximum wage and you make too much! Give it back!
You cry foul when an increase in AIDS research is mentioned, ?Too much we can’t afford it!?
FUCK you! I’ll stick you with an AIDS infected needle and count on your support!
Universal health care offends your sensibilities?
FUCK YOU! Everyone is gonna be covered and you’re paying for it!
You bitch about welfare for the dispossessed while you hold your hand out for a corporate welfare check?
FUCK YOU! The juice is two points! Pay up!
Are you implementing Globalization in order to exploit third world countries forcing Children to work in sweat shops so you can maximize profits?
FUCK YOU If you want more money you obscene piece of shit we will send your kids over there and you can take all the profits you want!
Did your greed and avarice cause the failure of the world monetary system and now you want us to bail you out?
FUCK YOU! Want another handout? First we have to cut off your balls and stick them in your mouth! How much ya want?
Does my language bother you?
Think me incapable of melodious metaphor or abstract paradigms?
FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! Deal with it!
Do you really think it’s your world and we just happen to be living in it?
FUCK you! You have what we allow you to have!
Scare ya?
There is a new world order coming and is not your global corporate hegemony
I hear it humming like an angry hornet’s nest? louder and louder, reaching crescendo and flying forth
It is the rattle of the snake
The hiss of the Cobra
The fang of the Lion
The raking claw of the Grizzly
The sting of the scorpion
The flesh tearing beak of the raptor
It is the frustrated scream of the unemployed
The wail of the hungry child
The rage of the disposed
The wrath of the shrinking middle class
The anger of the prisoners of poverty
The silent tears of the hopeless
The fury of the forlorn
The howl of the homeless
We be the torch carrying angry villagers
And you be Dr. Frankenstein
We’re coming to your castle and burning it down!
The times are changing, can you feel it?
FUCK YOU!
Tags: revolution, social unrest, society, system
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Malt Shop Blues
Sunday, November 29th, 2009Face damage actresses
Crippled dancers
Castrated Lotharios
Mute orators
Were all there
I was a special guest
You see I had the Blues
And the Malt Shop
Is where you simply had to be
When suffering that fatal spiritual malady
I looked around at the collage of failure
A conglomeration of burnt souls
Abandoned in scorched pits of the damned
No amount of tears
Could ever put that fire out.
I moseyed up to the counter
Tit-less porn queens with sewn mouths giving half priced blow jobs
Defrocked priest selling wafers autographed by Jesus himself
An insurance man with his Mothers still beating heart in his bloodied hand
Banging a deal with a used car salesman
Who watched with satisfaction
As his 11 year old daughter pulls a train
with well dressed Turkish sailors
Business looked good
Boys scouts seeking merit badges
Sell crack to nuns
Donning the latest in Fredrick’s of Hollywood
God squad apparel
It was there
all our sins
We just don’t like to face it
We are all responsible
We are all guilty
The truth be a Mother Fucker
I closed my eyes and
Inhaled the filth
Pores opening
In horror and greed
Tendrils of madness
Violated me
became part of me
Don’t worry
Madness don’t scare me none
Been there
Done that.
Bet ya
it scares the shit out of you
What sheltered lives
Most of the pretty people lead
So when you look with envy
At your neighbors weedless
Pristine green lawn
For a second
Just a second
Think of those people
In the Congo
Being hacked to death
With Machetes
It’s real
It’s happening
Now
And if you can get away
Come by the Malt shop
I’ll be there
Got
Plenty
of Room
Tags: conformity, Dark Poetry, social unrest, society
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Alighieri Revisted
Friday, November 27th, 2009Humanity threw a party
And I was invited
A Suit told me
“Come to the center”
“With all the pretty people”
His capped bleached smile
Screamed lies
“Sorry, gonna stroll on the edge dude”
“No reason to go out there”
“You’ll only be back”
“Pack a lunch Mother Fucker…Pack a lunch…”
I strolled out of the Center
That hub of contentment
Joy
Usury
Cannibalistic Rape
“Have a sandwich”
They scream
As they died cigarettes
Out
on
Children without
Bank accounts.
They sawed the legs off a child
‘The poor make excellent stew meat”
Their rapacious smiles
Made me Vomit
nto
A majestic steak Tatar
I hastened to swipe
Chunks
Of my essence
Away
The fat rich bitch
Played
Gobble
Gobble
As she ate what I ate
Before I
Regurgitate…..d
Her smile
Impossibly
Wide
“Can someone be?”
“That happy?”
I left the center
And entered the contented circle
A vast sea
Of humanity
Who neither
Laughed
Nor
Cried
Lived
Or
Died
They simply
Were
Marionettes
Attached
To steel cables
Whose every move
Destined
For control
I shuddered
Moved on
I swam that vast sea
To the
Edge
Where I
Belong
An emaciated AIDS patient
Too weak too talk
Whose cheap cardboard sign
Bled vowels and consonants
“Kiss me before I die!”
I don’t roll that way
But
Something bout the way
The e in die
Trailed with resignation
And hope
Suggesting
Greater things.
Our lips met
Tongues
Danced
I heard Castratos
Singing
Impossible music
As Ludwig, Amadeus and Wim
Pounded madness
Into sweet sound.
Cajoling our essence
Into
Sharps and flats
The black and white keys
Singing our pain and joy.
Our lips parted
One drop of spittle
Lengthened
And
Refused to
Separate
Only to disintegrate
Cursing
The distance
Between us
There will
Always
Be
Distance
Between
Us
I was on the edge
At home
With
Pain
And
Tears
I wept
and
Smiled.
I
Lived
Tags: Dark Poetry, disparate wealth, life, social unrest, society
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The Chrysalis
Sunday, November 22nd, 2009I slithered out of the Chrysalis
The all knowing Raven chuckled
“You have not yet devolved.”
“You will be back”
thought briefly I should snap its neck
But he was stronger than I could ever be.
I parted the veil
And entered the night
Darkness is a gift
To be treasured.
A blanket of false deceit
Truth’s revelation.
The light lies
Darkness knows all
The cold air
Washes over me
A brief stilling of molecular motion.
The caress of an icy hand
Tells me
“Warmth makes you sleep”
“She is the false touch”
The Cold is Dark’s friend
Not so secret lovers
Eternally conspiring
I knew I was trespassing
Treading paths not meant for me
Yet I felt the need
To see
To feel
This abandoned Playground
Sleeping Mannequins
Being recharged
Reprogrammed
New dialogue being written by wraiths
Their toothless smiles planning new heartaches
A child will be raped on this stage
A human heart will stop beating
I could not stop it
Tears froze
I slithered back into the Chrysalis
The all knowing Raven chuckled
“I knew you would be back”
“You have not yet devolved”
I wanted to snap its neck
But he was stronger than I could ever be
Tags: angst, Dark Poetry, death, life, madness, social unrest, society
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The Junk Yard Dog and I
Friday, November 20th, 2009Sitting here
smoking filters
feeling disconnected
And…
Find myself on a
city street walking
feeling my age
wondering when the color went out of the world
where all the magic went
Met this junk yard dog
our eyes met
and we both agreed
we were all pretty much
Fucked
He told me
Goldman Sachs and Citibank
are a priority for the flu vaccine
I told him
universal health care
will never be passed
we both agreed
we were all pretty much
Fucked
I said if food deliveries to markets
stopped for 30 days
we’d all be cannibals
he said
the homeless
will soon outnumber the sheltered
we both agreed
we were pretty much
Fucked
He said
violence, terror, injustice
are accepted
expected
normal
I told him
a man is now judged
by what he has
Not
what he holds in his heart
We both agreed we were all pretty much
Fucked
A man came out of a shack
middle aged
an air
of morose bitterness
of too many
unfulfilled yesterdays
walked towards us
and kicked the junk yard dog
“Get off your ass and look mean you mangy mutt”
“what am I feeding you for?”
the junk yard dog
winced
wagged his tail
and looked at the man lovingly
The man eyed me suspiciously”
“What your selling”
“we ain’t buying”
and walked just out of view
The junk yard dog looked at me sheepishly
“He don’t mean it
I know he loves me”
The junk yard dog
his ribs showing through his
unkempt coat
walked away
a broken growl
sounding more like a moan
painted the sky slate gray
I walked away…
in search of the missing Sun
Tags: Flawed, life, Poetry, social unrest, society
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