insane world

Independence
is
Molested.

Addiction
fuels
Depression.

Materialism
equals
Possession.

Slavery
manifests
Religion.

Society
creates
Righteousness.

Media
entices
Violence.

Masses
consume
Lies.

Humanity
fucking
Dies.


Wrote this a while ago, so probably won't count.

Land of the Thief, Home of the Slave

The wealthiest human beings need me,
Their greed achieves for it is we who fuel their machinery,
communities divide like they must pick teams,
Told to choose a political party by their TV,
Deceived to believe this country is still a Democracy,
In capitalism the top dog watches with a grin,
A zero sum game means we get nothing when they win,      
So those in control stole the show,      
If I go toe to toe with these foes,      
Flows that expose may result in a group of crows,
Whoa....
Better lie low,              
challenging the  largest egos,      
So carve what I wrote into Rosetta stone,      
Better yet let these words rest on your flash disk,      
Disseminate this,      
Racial stereotypes are a myth,      
What do you risk from becoming non-complacent?      
Look at the police statements and claim they are not racist,      
Losing patience because  I want no stake in this fake matrix,        
The basics used by the world patrons are persuasive,      
If we unite they may turn abrasive,
put humanity through its paces,      
Safe to say even the greatest nation needs a replacement,      
No more debt payments,
no patience for enslavement,      
Do you see the blatant arrangement?      
You work hard while they vacation,
Your dreams wasted,
They run the operation,
Look at the houses left vacant,
And look at the cases-
individual's can’t afford the price of being born,  
Let alone support a family always struggling for more,  
After minorities they will just hate the poor,    
We all have delusions of grandeur,      
But I am unsure how much more we can endure,      
at this rate what will it take to secure our fate,
when self-hatred is the affliction,        
I've seen the busy bee's believe the system’s mission,
Seen their miseries and the sweat glisten,  
As they're bent into a  position,    
A transition to submission,      
Please recognize suicide is a crime,
So we can’t even destroy their opposition,      
They would rather you enlisted,        
Use you as ammunition,      
Or even better put you in prison and earn a commission,  
While politician’s crimes have not been forgiven,      
They think we are blind and can't tell that it's scripted..

Passion Without Purpose

to have passion without purpose
is like a stage without curtains
magic without Merlin
you push your boulder
in circles
you burn wax
build muscle
you learn that
you hustled
in vain
to have passion without purpose
is to have no glory
for your pain

Afraid that they will freeze to death if they sit upon the ground
A junkie cries for his next fix another screams in pain
Either would do anything to feel the needle hit the vein
A desperaA barrel full of burning trash the homeless gather round
te act, A knife, a cry, the flames of Hell are fanned
A pool of blood, a good man dies for the dollar in his hand
A woman with a shopping cart and everything she owns
Her begging constantly ignored by the workaholic drones
A child standing on the corner who should be in bed asleep
But instead she’s flagging down a car so she can earn her keep
A woman leaves a baby to see a man who doesn’t care
She never gives a second thought to the child left lying there
She finds the man, they have some drinks and they began to fight
At the end she’s lying dead another victim of the night
All out here are searching for something that is gone
And a baby cries for a mother who’s never coming home

gazellemon said:
Land of the Thief, Home of the Slave


Wow! This is awesome! Gave me shivers. Great job!

jennafire1973 said:
A desperaA barrel full of burning trash the homeless gather round
te act, A knife, a cry, the flames of Hell are fanned


Looks like you had a bit of a typo there. Otherwise, great job!

dude really?

Sold your soul to the devil.

They call it so,
But in fact,

They give the ass,
To some faggots,

Or a good lick,
To some clitsucker.

When they have too much money,
They care nothing about the life.

For them everything is a joke,
Just die for my fun i have money.

But this is the world of nobody,
And i wont be afraid.

About what i have done.

Thank you! Here is another one I have been working on..

Living in a city full of empty people,
I peak through my peephole,
And see I am surrounded by weak souls,
So much so I'm forgetting what is real,
Forgetting how to feel,
Forgetting my mind is sharper than the steel they wield,
So tell me how do we deal when those around us kneel,
Praying to be healed,
Beliefs heavy as concrete may be humanity's Achilles' heel,
Still I get no sleep because I see thee webs of deceit,
Now I question everything from our origin to corporate extortion,
Combine them for a distortion of historical proportions,
If no life is worthless do the math and divide the portions,
Factoring in that a few hoard fortunes,
So in the end what is really important?
Sporting Jordans at the performance?
Or forming meaningful communities with other human beings;
The type that have me believing that there is strength in unity,
And that living life beautifully-
is worth more than what greed can achieve,
So I am not speaking of a Utopian fantasy,
but I am so dope the status quo cant handle me,
so put your hands in team,
and recognize life is more than just existing,
we are on the verge of mass extinction,
but we are oh so captivated by television,
social media, and religion all program us to stay in position,
we have our own vision but it has become tradition for us to follow,
so repeat the motto:
"Live life as if there is no tomorrow"
'Cause we borrow time everyday,
Safe to say one day it will be taken away,
With no replays I hope the words I say crash like waves,
'Cause once awake you are never the same,
I may hate a lot about our current state,
But I cannot even place the blame,
I would rather self deprecate-
If it would do a god damn thang,
Like address climate change,
Or increase the minimum wage, I am just saying-
Let's debate the paths we need to take to avoid dark fates,
Let's make the world a better place and forget about the word race,
'Cause it still frames a way to segregate,
Police profile people that they incriminate,
generating prison profit off of slaves,
Our priorities are obviously nonsense,
At what point can we no longer stop it,
So what the fuck is this that you call progress?
I feel stress in my bones and I know I am not alone,
my environment isolates me from those that I know,
my confinement makes me feel like I am on my own,
So i scroll through my phone,
looking for something, anything to give my life meaning,
Somebody please cut the seams at the boarders of  my being,
And release my inner-beast as I breathe in peace this evening,
Dreams are not real because we believe in them,
but because we can actually achieving them,
Sure humanity has it demons,
'cause even the damned and evil have their reasons,
Season after season feeling self defeated,
Feeling like we have been cheated-
'Cause history has been repeated,
So I can't blame you for being heated,
but I plead you redirect your energy back at the machine,
not at a fellow human beings that is also struggling..

Two Doors


Down blind alleys I have groped,
Not finding light as I had hoped.
Then round one corner by chance I moped,
And came upon a trail.

At once a voice as loud as thunder,
My piece of mind to further plunder,
And placed in me a worried wonder,
My sturdy knees gone frail.

The sight of me must have been a gas,
A whimpering, whining, quivering mass,
For my courage then gave me a pass,
As a hound does wag his tail.

"If your life you seek to profit,
Take my torch and never drop it.
Obey my words as you would thy prophet,
A choice I will give to you.

Before you lies a split in the path,
A way for light and one for wrath.
A challenge there to test your brass."
From darkness a torch he threw.

It weighted down my limbs so weary,
And he dissipated before my query.
My fleeting fears at once to bury,
The trail before me grew.

I followed down that great expanse,
Never straying nor to take a chance.
Seeking my target like a lance,
A target as yet unknown.

When at last there lay two doors,
A bracing hope in an endless course!
I was guided to one by an ancient force,
As by a gust a sail is blown.

"Gems and riches," its sign did promise,
"A life of abandon, rogue, and reckless.
A faulty conscience, though it is spotless,
The shortest of two trails."

At those words I laughed in despiration,
And with mounting pulse and perspiration,
Flung back the door and cursed all creation,
I charged in as a train on rails.

A raucous crowd I then did enter.
With intoxicating scents and gifts of pleasure
A life without want was ours to treasure.
The holiest of grails.

I danced and drank and took to eating,
My thoughts of the trail soon were fleeting,
Then fell, exhausted, into plush seating,
A gentleman with me sat.

As he strummed an infernal lyre,
With blood of Hades and eyes of fire,
All my pleasures soon to tire,
My belly growing fat.

"How have I incurred such punishment?
O' hapless gods of judgement!
The shortest trail of wrath abundance!"
But none answered my moans.

The lyre's notes grew faster and louder,
The merrymaking endless and prouder,
The air around me as thick as chowder,
The floor beneath us groaned.

At once there was an end to their sin,
The marble split and they all fell in.
That gentleman wore his endless grin,
As into that pit descended.

I fell for half an eternity,
I dropped the torch and could not see.
Until at last those doors stood infront of me,
That trial at least had ended.

A second chance to make it right,
I've tasted wrath and long for light.
Behind one door lies a carnal blight,
The second must be better.

"A slave to God," its sign did say.
"For the pious profit and the sinners pay."
My hopes lit up like the break of day,
And through the passage I entered.

I found myself among men with hoods,
Each doing what they were told they should,
All silent, for the censor is good.
I sat among the pews.

The pontiff appeared and in his hand,
Held by the collar a quivering man.
His legs were shattered and could not stand,
The pontiff began to speak:

"This brother spoke out against the Church!
And brought on us his wretched curse!"
I turned away so not to witness worse,
A blade impaled him deep.

I had had enough of this horrid dream.
I opened my mouth but I could not scream.
Blood flowed from him in an endless stream,
I rose and stepped to the door.

I stepped upon that dreadful road,
The pontiff behind me a croaking toad.
And when my weary, beaten head rose,
A third portal, not like before.

A box lay by it called "the Problem Solver."
Within the box lay a black revolver.
A way out for those who could not bother
Stepping through the door.

I paced that trail for I've had my hand in
The Devil's laughter and God's abandon.
If I'm to die, then I'll die standing.
The trigger I then pulled.

All the world soon went dark,
As the lead found its mark.
My reality faded, stark,
But I clearly was not dead.

My eyes I opened just to see,
Two doors stood infront of me.
One for wrath, one for light.
One a plague and one a blight.

So long as the third door lays untouched,
A living limbo with a bullet's crutch.
Going back to habits old,
Never love, neither gold.

The killer walks with us.
this can't be happing
Must the fathers give into pride?
a beautiful bride petrified
The lovers drunk again.
When will the torture end?
When will the family amend?
a bitter friend called death
A child's suicide
Who's to blame?
His diagnosed insanity.
the whole world is insane
Humans are animals
A perverts fantasies.
has the whole world lost it's mind?
Her tortured fears.
His blessed day.
Her greatest wish.
His worst fears.
has the whole world become insane?
The lying jury.
The jealous judge.
the whole world is insane
Then again...
Were the only animals that can make it that way.
But here's the secret they don't want you to know...
the world only becomes dark a cruel when
you meet a killer

So what's next?

Laying in bed I can't help but think
"What if life is deeper than it seems?"

The books they say are non fiction
What if they are our reality?

They always said to "write what you know!"
What if all you know is a tragedy?

Monsters under the bed,
Who's to say they're just a nightmare ripping at your sheets?

Fairies dancing 'round your head
Who's to say it's just an imaginary friend?

TV, technology, books, commercials, everything
What if it's just there to hide what is real?

Why can't we see what's so clearly there?
We're taught to be what we are expected!

To see what is "normal"
That all those creatures of the night and fairytales are child's play.

Society is nothing without corruption.
So what's next?

Creativity. Individuality. Imagination.