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Puppets

Look at this perfect puppets,
Their perfect masks,
Their perfect body,
Their perfect feelings,
Their perfect life,
Everything is broken!
Look at this broken puppets,
Their broken masks,
Their broken body,
Their broken feelings,
Their broken life,
Everything is perfect!

Like The (Insert Here)Like the BBC
That's not the news for me
Like the Catholic Church
Makes me want to search
Like Federal Government
No need to be hesitant
Like Benghazi
It is Crazy
Like the NRA
That is not okay
Like the IRS
Conservatives need a test?
Like the press tapping
Why is this happening?
Like Watergate
Paranoia and hate
Like Newtown
What is going down?
Like Obama-care
Public option is not there
Like polarization of Washington
Change was what we were hoping
Like the liberals
Why do you create walls?
Like the conservatives
Why do you lack objectives?
Like the American Dream
It isn't want it seems

Welcome HomeWelcome home
Never left.
Breath laced with dust of sales,
Turn up the thermostat

Welcome home
We know it’s safe no matter what they say.
Those who digress: for money –
No contention

Welcome home
Our attack, defense –
minuscule, immense.
It’s different, what we do –

Welcome home.
Fix all we lack
with money, cash and power
or clear the way for others

Welcome home,
Here we are and here we will remain
as the image fills the frame
Script and scene, to entertain –

Welcome home.
Hollow eyes
lobotomized for scripted speech:
Honored, glamorized are each

Here we are, with poison speak
Starts to creak on axis.

I present you with a picture.I present you with a picture.
I want you to take a look.

It's two hands interlocked if you didn't know.
Two hands embracing each other.

Take a closer look.
Get in real close.

They are just two hands right?
Two hands among millions, billions even.

No one would look at this picture and say,
'That's wrong'

Maybe if the hands were coloured differently.
Someone would complain, some racist out there.

But I wouldn't and I know most others wouldn't either.
But that's a shame it's not everyone.

Lets zoom out shall we?
Take in the whole picture.

It's two men.
Or two women.

Do you still think 'it's okay'?
Honestly tell me.

Some would say it's

Blinded By FaithBlinded By Faith

At the dawn of man
He questioned his world
How did he come to be?
Mythology grew at a pace
Ritual becomes a method of control
Men of power use it to force their will

Blinded by faith
You justify the hate
Religion fuelling bloodshed
In a holy war
It’s God v God
But only man will lose

Huddled over scriptures
The holy man spreads the lies
In those sacred halls
Common sense fears to tread
People flock to hear the word
Leave your brain at the door

As science fills in the puzzle
Of how it all began
You fear you’ll lose your grip
When we have no need for God
So you brainwash your children
That to question faith is w

All die kleinen Tode...All die kleinen Tode, die wir sterben, für die es keine Gräber gibt.
Das Trauertragen abgeschafft.
Zelebrieren wir das Stanzen nach neuen Schablonen.
Einzigartigkeit als Makulatur.
für die Brennöfen der Drehbuchautoren einer feinen Welt.
Kaum, dass wir sehen lernen,
fressen sich alltagstaugliche Masken in unsere Gesichter
bis wir verschmelzen-
Wenn wir lange genug in den Spiegel starren glauben wir es sogar.
Wir brauchen keine Zukunftsvisionen
wir produzieren bereits Maschinen
Ich renne, denn ich bin ausrangiert
der letzte Trauergast
der Tränen kennt

Kuenstliches Komasie wachen niemals auf

das blockierte System vegetiert
in sich verschlossen

keine Anschläge auf Milliardäre
deren nahrungstoxische Fabriken
passive Zombies züchten

Klimakollaps und Betonwüsten
im Sinne
der Unter-Gangs-Propheten
auf das Versprochene beten

wieviel Profit
wird diese Not entwerfen
weitere zweitausend Jahre vom Monde
eine Welt zu erpressen?

niemand will kämpfen
- bloß warnen -

Verständnis
ist das Massengrab der Blinden
die niemals heraus finden

selbstoperierende Zellen
gegen Kartelle
die unter Obama ihre Lobby
im Senat verdoppeln

seht ihre Taten
und glaubt nicht bezahlten Worten

...
die Farben des Ozeans sind menschlich
d

WeltenspielerWer verstehen will muss sich das Menschsein einverleiben.
Ein Abendmahl auf sterbender Muttererde
Aus Schläuchen trinke ich euer Blut, gierig aus den Herzkammern…wie Schatzkammern
Mit Zähnen reiße ich das Fleisch heraus
Und knabbere an morschen Knochen wie an DNA-Strängen
Und ihr glaubt ihr hättet euch domestiziert-
Ich bin das Tier…

Und schön bin ich dann,
dass ich reihenweise Herzen breche und lache
und eloquent,
dass ich an Herrscherpulten goldene Lügen auswerfe
und unersättlich,
dass ich die Erde mit Kapitalismus tränke

ich bin der Weltenspieler

Inside This IpodINSIDE THIS IPOD

INSIDE THIS IPOD HAS MUSIC, MUSIC YOU THAT MAKES YOU HAPPY, SAD, ANGRY, AND SOOTHED, YOU MIGHT LIKE THIS MUSIC BUT YOU MIGHT NOT, THE IPOD DOES NOT CARE BECAUSE YOU TOLD IT TO DO WHAT YOU WANT WHEN YOU WANT

INSIDE THIS IPOD HAS PICTURES, PICTURES THAT ARE HAPPY, SAD, ANGRY, AND SOOTHING, YOU MIGHT REMEMBER THEM BUT YOU MIGHT NOT, YOU MIGHT LIKE THEM AND YOU MIGHT NOT, THE IPOD DOES NOT CARE BECAUSE YOU TOLD IT TO DO WHAT YOU WANT WHEN YOU WANT

THIS IPOD HAS MUSIC AND PICTURES IT HAS GAMES AND INTERNET, BUT IT DOES NOT HAVE FEELINGS, IT DOES NOT CARE WHAT YOU WANT BUT IT WILL GET IT IF IT HAS IT, IT DOES NOT KNOW YOU OR WHA

Fellow WorkerRitual bloodletting
Suicide us all
For your failures, your mistakes
Will cost us all
Solidarity will save us
Only if you're brave enough
Fellow Worker

OppressorsWe tell you how to speak
We tell you how to walk
We tell you how to streak
We tell you how to talk

We want you to listen
And Obey
We want you to think
This way

You are free
To answer to we
You are special
But not nearly crucial

We don't want your respect
We demand it
We don't ask you to be perfect
We command it

Your choice is our will
Resist, and we kill.

The StageYour life is a play,
And you are the lead;
So don your mask
And let the show begin.

Don't forget your lines.
Follow the script.
There's no room for improvisation here.

Play your part well.
Don't let your mask slip.
Nobody cares who you are under there.

Lie through your teeth.
We all do it;
We must.
Learn quick,
Learn well;
There's no one here you can trust.

When the curtains rise
We all hide,
Lest they see our true souls.
And the audience,
They will love us,
As long as we stick to our roles.

The world is the stage,
And your life tonight's amusement;
Son don your lies,
Hide your self deep within.

PrizePrize

The dead bodies line the hallway
No one has won
Though there was no prize
Just Your Greed

ReligionReligion

Your religion has become a weapon for your hate
What happened to it being a tool of love?
When did grace and mercy equal damnation?
Where is your spite born from? Pray tell!

-consistent hope- as i mentor-consistent hope-

as i mentor my madness
i grow sick with a sadness
as i age I am lonely
praying for my only

to shine light in my shadows
piercing like arrows
an uninterrupted peace
brought forth from release

a new reason for motivation
a change in my station
its something to wait for
need only knock at my door

as i endure
i ponder my cure
i seek my next chapter
for the heart i may be the captor.

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kindlingA chest high mound of broken wooden bones,
a shattered tables' legs a bent chair arm
and yesterdays news crumpled up and thrown
forgotten as the night was coming on.
we blew the spindly sewing threads of smoke
as delicate and black as spider legs
'til evening colored embers finally broke
out roaring warm and shook off winters' dregs.

Our sanguine lips were sticky with bread crumbs,
and pale rose' the color of the moon.
we heard an endless song begin to hum,
a starry eyed slow lilting sort of tune.
i kissed you then in rising orange air
the morning ashes falling in our hair.

a poem for sleepA glass of warm white lily nectar
triple distilled.

A feather cool room where
subtle shadows from a single red
lamp surround the glow.

You'll find me slumping in a chair there,
ladybug bodhisattvas licking
the dew from the corner of my lips.

A little ocean music swaying,
maybe motzart or chopin something,
a nocturne so my mind
might find a constant star,
and drift

over calm sound waves
and dissolve like the wind
into the clear light of sleep.

I still goto sit by the well
on those brown grey autumn evenings
when the flat white clouds wrinkle
the rusty sky as the day goes down.

to think about your siamese cat
her oval amber eyes
like lamps
in the orange light.
how slowly she would slink
into my lap to lick and lick my cheek
until the blood scratched through.

to think about the empty
bottle of Jack
tipped over on the table, stuck
on those spruce blue winter nights.
how slowly we would slide
down on the wooden floor
your head sinking in
between my knees.

to smell your cocoa butter skin agian
still sitting by the well,
and to throw another dime
down that dead dry throat

tiny man made starsi wished
on christmas lights this evening
still
drooping from their wires
like dew dropping off a leaf
like bold blue stars draped
around the sycamore in the yard.

under the smokey violet sky
when no other stars can shine
or catch the wishes rising
in a swollen insence smoke
up to god
there's a constellation tangled in those trees.
lightning bugs wrapped in spider webs of wire.

i wished on them
from the back porch with the busted telescope,
and hoped they wouldn't sputter out
in the inky black
february air.

TongueLike a two year old
tugging on the edge
of his mothers' best blue dress
every
day
I stumble over syllable stones
I cut every sound from the scratchy red qurry
into rough russet words. Drawing up
thick wads of phlegm and green
cigarette stink
while paving every phrase
into place on the long
pitted road.

but today, you
will crave apricots i
will be careful to crush them
between the niches in the teeth,
squelch them
into sudden sweetness
swell the mouth with the thick
sun colored juice
and push the pulp
down
slow.

Epiphany no. 21It is still there
from that night
you punched me in the eye
in the woods,
the ghost mist
tickling our skin
our skin like death
white marble birch branches
tangled over us.
Vines like tangled veins
crushed under us.

That night you tossed your head
full of bracken amber glow
you laughed,
you laughed
you moved the clouds.

And there is honey in the way
your tongue tasted the words
and woke the damp sweet air.

And there is honey in the way
i tumbled to the dewed uneven earth
my light crisscrossing yours
dissolved into my pores.

And there is only one light
every photo in the hall
or careless word on a bathroo

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by ~Khrishna, Nov 4, 2006, 2:55:39 PM
Literature / Poetry / Sociopolitical / Free Verse

i will meet you
at Lehr's Motel
under the motel sign,
"hot water
cold running
air conditioned tv."
we will dress as ravens wings,
stand fiingertip to fingertip,
and blow away,
words floating off a page,
our feet dangling in sky.

i will meet you
after we have  drifted
like two dandilions lifted
among Ten thousand more bronze seeds
dry twisting in a breeze,
each scrambling for sweet earth
each holding dreamlessness.

     They blossom into boredom
     to sip the last drops of rain.
     hacking up green plegm
     biting their leaves,
     and blaming aphids.
     cracking their stems,
     into withered spines.
     no honey bee makes love to them.
     They suffocate for sunshine.

          "dress in the dollar bill
          curl up with the dollar bill
          roll up the dollar bill
          choke on the dollar bill."

i will meet you
in the cornfield,
over Verizon's billboard
"cheap high
speed connection."
We will shatter there.
To break the bars of geometry
of biology
of cosmology
of sunrise.

under bitter sky
among ten thousand hungry ears,
dew-filled and curled like
twisted tawny tounges.

We're wasted seeds
dropping like bombs black as ravens wings.

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Literature / Poetry / Sociopolitical / Free Verse

i havnt yet submitted an untitled poem here.
but everything i tried seemed to make less and less sense than the last.
then i realized that those were probably the closest words to a "description"
that i could have written for this piece and so i let the untitling stand.
good lines or bad lines i'm tired of fooling with them for now.

enjoy.

!forgivingmaiden May 22, 2007

perhaps you
are the Criminal with Such Grace

~angie1969 Apr 27, 2007 Hobbyist General Artist

it... i just saw it... i'm blind when i'm awake

~goofyromantic Nov 24, 2006

Has anyone ever told you that you're whiskeys best friend?

This is a night so beautiful that I think Bacchus gave it to me. Irish whiskey, brilliant amateur poetry...now it's time to enjoy the world around me with an unfiltered Pall Mall

~Khrishna Nov 27, 2006

i may be good for wiskey but it's not good for me.
he and i have that sort of relationship.
the kind where i find myself waking up on the kitchen floor
and not knowing how i got there.

bacchus must indeed be proud.

!girldisrupted Nov 9, 2006 Writer

ok.. first the little nitpicks.
in the first and last stanza ravens should be raven's
and you've got a typo in the first 'fingertip'
in the second stanza
dandilions should be dandelions
in the third stanza
plegm should be phlegm

now that that's out of the way..
there's something about those references to motel signs and billboards.. i can't exactly put my finger on it.. i think it's the combination of what seems like this tragic romance and these symbols of modern life.. it creates such a vivid atmosphere.

it's been said but its worth repeating... it's good reading you again.

~Khrishna Nov 12, 2006

i thought that with so much metaphor
and juxtaposition in the poem that they might
give it a little solid ground to stand on. i'm glad they did their job.

thank you.

ah, and thank you for pointing out those errors too.

"plegm" ...

that's what i get for not running spell check.
thanks again though.

!Deemer Nov 6, 2006

I loved this. Good to read something from you again, and it's definatly an impressive piece of poetry.

STOP INSPIRING ME DAMMIT.

(great job, seriously. Now come to belgium.)

~Khrishna Nov 7, 2006

i'm glad you enjoyed it yes yes yes.

i hear and obey, master.

<<genie

thank you!:anger:

~Innocence-Maintained Nov 4, 2006

I totally enjoyed this, the way its choppy and moves about the page. I love the randomness. i love it all, the wording, phrases...everything

~Khrishna Nov 6, 2006

thank you for the comment
and the fave.
i think it
s
by far as
nice as you say but
i never dispute such
graciousness and i'm happy
you enjoyed it.

thanks again.

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