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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!

RipHearken not to the words
Of the beauteous, ungodly saint,
Or linger like a swimmer
In coagulating paint.

Sharpest nails scrape the night.
Perfect cuticles in your day dreams.

Torn innocence.
Has all been lost?

There are many things that may be found,
Like insects, wormlings
But that sound...
It infiltrates the sodden ground
To penetrate the coffin bound.

The saint sings on,
Drowning out Nirvana.
So beauteous
yet so ungodly.

Tinkling notes can fill my soul,
but won’t touch it
never touches

Have no illusions
- What you cannot attain
Never truly leaves.

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.

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

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

E. I'm Mad as Hell and I'm Not Going to Take it AnThe entertained are weak minded. I'm starting to think maybe we're addicted to entertainment. Feeling sad and low? Hard day at work? A little stressed? - First thing we collectively do is find the

couch and turn on the TV.

No doubt, a marvelous piece of equipment... but there's a screaming child inside of you that wants to stay up late, want to see just five more minutes....! Inject me right here, gimme five minutes

of E.

Ooooooh, I lay down, mind somewhere else, time passing by, doing laps around me like I'm stoned stupid. E, it's so damn good, it'll make you stupid..

It'll make you stupid for hours, it'll make you stupid for a lifetime

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
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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

starface skull
is loose
center of wrong
the thrum
of the singular
the nerve
+ skin around
the eyes
and in them
the internal distortion
of etched images
with interlocked
sensory reality
/overload

sie sagen ReformSie sagen Reform

unerlässliche, unveränderliche
Verschluckung der Hohen zum Aufbau alter Strukturen
Sie sagen Reform

Gemeinsame, unentrinnbare
Erstickung aller, als Konsequenz alter Strukturen
Ich sage Horrorvision

immer wieder
ohne Ende
ohne Anfang

Arroganz gepaart mit Dummheit
als Raster, als Weltbild bildloser Ignoranten
ungebildet

Energie verbunden mit Wahnsinn
als Waffe
gegen Köpfe bunter Farbe
Farbengleichheit

Viel zu lange Magersucht
wir verschlucken die Idealisten
Ohren hören, Nerven leiten, Synapsenentgleisung
wir merken uns die Lügen
aber wir bemerken es nicht

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.

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What comes for my murderer?Here i stand, upon where i shall soon lie

Above my own bed of the world here after

I could scream or panic, but it does me little

Before that trigger is pulled by your malevolent finger

and explain to me,

why i should have ever change my ways for you?

i refuse to abide by every last law of society.

I was not put on God's green Earth to please you.

Nor am i here as your slave, or servant

Yet still the barrel of your weapon points at my head

Yet still is your Malevolent finger upon that cold trigger

Yet i am still the victor, for you will have won nothing

This execution is as meaningless as our differences

Should i die before i wak

Beneath the CloudsI was one of so and to many, to be cast
from an eternal grace, Yet i speak not of God
I speak not of Lucifer, but of You
You persist, to ignore and drive me away
And yet you know my love for you

Still you persist...still you deliberately ignore
I lie in the cold storm clouds left by your actions
yet i continue to dry myself, and find the good
within you...

For these clouds are what block your vision of me
They not of your actions, but of circumstance
Find me...when you are ready--beneath those clouds
There i shall wait for you, for the rest of my days

Above All Else.Once an Angel, i now live as a mere man
Mortal, with a knowledge of good & evil
My innocence, lost so young, too early
I am a bitter dog off his leash
I speak in ludicrous tongues simply to be heard
I am that of a man on the path of demons

Redemption lies at the bottom of my priorities,
Yet the list lies shorter than my silence
For i boast my name within sent Storms
For to me, love is a cancerous rust
Eating me away, forever more
Yet i constantly ponder on my chances

Within my mind lies a small bird, tethered to a post
This bird struggles, desperate to escape this decaying post
This post..be my burden--weighing me down, as i all

Future of BloodDo or die, first to fire, last to stand
Welcome to pastures of blood and sand
War is survival of the fittest
All should come to know this
with the pull of a trigger or the thrust of blade
But War, in its blood drenched suit
Will wait for no one, and will come when least expected

You shall awaken in pastures of freshly dead grass
You shall witness home & family, forever made into ash
For how shall you rise up and take arms
Without the push from its fiery arms?
No pun intended of course, or should it be?
War is the Requiem of the future you hoped for.

So sharpen every blade you can muster
Prepare all your firearms and your home
F

Reality comes with a priceReality is but a fraction of what we want
We dream of blood at heart
Deep within the heart lies this potential lust
For a bitter revenge to make the wrongs right
In the time when lies fall upon deaf ears
Will this lust fester, and burst in a vindictive frenzy

The lies you bleed and die for remain pathetic
It's no wonder your nightmares end with death
There lie to many words within your tales
I know enough of you, to realize
I must put you back in your rightful place
As a worldly parasite, a pariah, exiled back into dust
to be killed and forgotten

Your reality shall come with a high price
And it shall come when you awaken from yo

OverheadBillowing Storm clouds over head, yet they give know rain
Vultures circle above me, however i shall stand my ground.
Though i have awakened to these coming trials,
panic shall do me no good, therefore I will stare them in the eyes
For my eyes are those of pure judgement, that comes as but a shadow
For those scavenging vultures over head, do not see me
I merely reek of the game that they hunt, that is Death
They are choked out of the skies and into these clouds overhead
But these clouds...they billow from my deed of Burning
A fire i have begun, to bring those filthy birds to my level
Funny isn't it, how the fire that burns, burns w

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Reflective Argument

by ~GrubbsWriting, Nov 19, 2012, 6:36:29 AM
Literature / Poetry / Sociopolitical / Free Verse

Have you looked into the shattered mirror,
to find the subject of your exasperation?
Accursed hypocrites of the heathen reign,
"Make them suffer for the sins of their ancestors!"
What know you of history's bloody course?
Not a thing, not a damn thing.
Look in the mirror of this worlds memory,
let the record show that which is yours,
the folly, the choking arguments.
Evidence is all you have,
just and yet, the other term, of faith...
Yet again and again,
abased, abashed, by my shear hatred for you all,
Of what do you know in regards to faith?
Not a thing, not a damn thing.
You walk hand in hand with
the blind, deaf & dumb
whose names are covered over with genius.
Ignorance is fear, the blood that flows,
will bleed out to write your part of history...
so short...
yet what of history do you truly know,
repeated by basic word of mouth...?
Not a thing...
Not one...damn...thing....

Reflective Argumentby ~GrubbsWriting

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I have yet to find an atheist that can actually argue logically and independently, without sounding like a total hypocritical, stereotypical, illogical idiot...You label me as a hypocrite, or even a "terrorist". The majority of the time the main argument is that religion is the reason for the worlds strife....You don't know damn thing about history it seems, and when your argument resolves itself to the scientific realm, you really have no idea what you're talking about....I'll respect your beliefs, but if you start bashing mine, you will had better be prepared.

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