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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.

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

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

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

The Battle We FaceToday, there is a battle which we must inevitably face.

Unite and assemble, to fight the mighty foe!

Verily, we fight against form and thought.

We cannot desert our posts, we must be vigilant.

Xenophobia, Lies, and Hate are the foes, against whom we must fend.

Yes, it will be difficult, but if we endure,

Zion will rise, and all will be healed.

Are they so different?Twisted individuals
Burning up the world,
Consumed with a rage filled with darkness

Pure unique
Trying to make a better place
Struggles every day being different, shines in a light so bright

Are they alike?
Is there something in common?

They're both outcasts
Except one is more kind
The other is unknown

Both sad little children
One more than the other
But one makes more of a statement, a spectacle, a show

Both trying to get by in this world corrupted
By
Money
Sex
Greed

Is it their fault when one crosses a line?
The one keeping it hidden
The other being open

Both actions ruining people's lives
One for selfish gain
The other for relie

BlindedSome say that stars rise, but
Lucifer was a morning star,
And he fell, as we all know;
Fell and fell til he hit
The ground, dazed and numb,
Swallowing his raging words.

He now rises to the dais, nervous
Worried, questioning, doubting
What he is about to do,
Rightfully so. We will learn
To hate him for this day.

His words thunder like a
Teautonic nightmare, viking
Storms, raging across the world.

He sees himself as a god, an
Aryan dream, but light - be it
Good or bad, is not darkness,
And so light will crowd out all
Else, burning, blinding, scalding.

And this is the legacy he left us
Left us hated for what he
Forced us to do, they cry, bu

Now, dear children, pay attentionNow, dear children, pay attention:
Monsters and Daemons rule the world!
Their names are Society and Conformity.
They slice your heart with their rules.
They drink your blood, your tears!
They love to kill your personality!
They inject poison in your veins
through their bitch: TeleVison!
Now, dear children, pay attention:
They want you to be polite!
They want you to be trendy!
They want you to be beautiful!
They want you to follow their (crazy) rules!
They want you to act normal!
But what normality is?
And what do you really want?
Now, dear children, pay attention:
I am the the Artist,
and I have a gift for you:
ART!
Use it to destroy your Monsters!
Use it to destroy your Daemons!
Use it to be yourselves!
Use it to be free!!!

Cammy Dee's JusticeAfter the Cameron D'ambrosio case thing I heard about, guess what?

I don't like the government, it has hundreds of flaws
Like uniting prophets into state and unjust laws
But if I really want to piss you off I've got a real cause
The whole banking system takes a big withdrawal
On our way of life, we live by pen or the knife
Office work or army, but you're void of your rights
And it'll rain for forty days and forty nights, alright
I'll look to the sky and say "I guess you were psyched"
Because I see religion tied with our representatives
I'm pensive when deciding that the problem is so evident
And we all are not happy, we're shook and tremblin

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

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Joe the Scab

by ~Skargill, Oct 6, 2012, 1:42:03 PM
Literature / Poetry / Sociopolitical / Free Verse

There was once a scab named Joe

Whom looked for work were the pickets did go

He lived his own golden age

On double the normal wage

Until a starved Wobblie cracked his head with a Hoe

Joe the Scabby ~Skargill

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Another Limerick, I read that during the 1920's Industrial communities had a very healthy folk culture often revolving around strikes and disputes with bosses and coppers, so I though I'd give it a try.

Inspiration came from Utah Phillips rendition of Casey Jones (Union Scab) [link] (sorry couldn't find that version online)

Oh and the tone I'm going for is darkly comic as all good limericks should be.

~Michel-le-fou Dec 26, 2012

Haha! Great limerick!

~Skargill Dec 27, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

Thank you, I'm glad you like it.

~Michel-le-fou Dec 27, 2012

Really amusing!

~fuckthescabs Dec 16, 2012

This kicks serious ass

~Skargill Dec 21, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

Thanks a lot, and might I say you have a very good choice of names.

~ShuyinTheEnigmatic Oct 6, 2012 Student Writer

Neat limerick, dude.

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Thanks mate, appreciated.

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