Poetry competition CLOSED 12th June 2012 11:55pm
WINNER
SmilesandPretenses (Trevin Michael)
SmilesandPretenses (Trevin Michael)
RUNNERS-UP:
Indie
and kriticool
That's my society
.:Modernity:.
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the affixed stipulations
situations of some so-called citizens
go ahead and ask ‘em; the ones suffering
some in denial tinkering in the midst of their own sinking
middle-class my ass!! ..ask ‘em about their ranking
if they think the slick thinkers
if they thought they gave an inkling
thinking about them?
the children, the women... their men
ask ‘em as they occupy walls, streets, floors, ceilings
all this bull crap taped & glued together
free-falling from each natural & unnatural disaster
the plummeting…faster & faster
an actual amount?
let’s just check the death count
the planet, the eco-science.. disease, famine
blackened clouds clouding the sunbursts
the same old new thirst, it’s still the same old curse
this as each day we rehearse another rendering of
getting blown up & blown away
an increase in pissing against the wind
wherein each tragedy has been more real than rhetorical
that expansion of what’s grim; the new norm
massive fail storms of earthly reform
far-right razors riding a hard right alongside our jugular
part & parcel of the regular
made ready slicing poor folk in particular
scenes of serial attacks; medieval
just like the rack; each one a squeeze play
stretching us to the limit another ongoing gimmick
it’s a cold calculated pandemic…a pity
from the rural right through into the city
all happening during and in the light of day
where nightly under the cover of a televised darkness
we break into a sweat from how they mark us
what’s absent is what goes unwritten
the truth from those who’ve forgotten
truly rotten; it’s that time of whatever’s clever
wherein the task applied is whatever works to sever
the cutting-off; cutting everyone off
right before the chase
what a waste as we sit & watch
a myopic viewing of core - corps - correspondents
spinning the bull in their obsolescence
propagandizing; broadly casting narrow lessons
daily are the infections within those reflections
not calling into account; the way they mount
it’s the shape shifting of the modernity
an ongoing amputation; each lesson
looking at life…these moments of
boom times of mostly blinded minds
the after-birth of hardened sentiments
settlements; that certainly go undefined
an earth of mirth getting carried away every time
an accumulation of sadness
paying homage to the ongoing madness
now where is that gladness?
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[left] THIRD WORLD SOCIATY
How good, and pleasant it feel
From this human without unification culture,
Running ahead the planets rounds without feet,
Guessing un imaginary future.
I see the childrens where they go,
Letting the life goes in rocky flow,
Digging the earth, smoking and blow
The thoughts about the globe.
Pretending, attending meeting of fight
Construction, a city every day and night,
Now more important, the sell of the right
Education, magnificent,
Cent, insignificant,
Politics fake preachers
Why you get pointed
By fingers?, anger
Is the trigger, of
Marked by then
Another dreamer.
What’s makes the different in this world
Blame the use of the words,
City get concern, prostitute with not shame
Now she is a candidate, forgotten sin.
The need of the water,
still the group of holder,
for the best, modern
society fairytale, tell
by tellers.
Now every thing goes fast,
Girl before 12 is giving her ass,
Boys around 8 positive on crack,
Old Lady’s on the airport belly full cocaine packs.
That’s why we evolved?,
To convert the society an insult,
It was better before,
More trust,
Knowing that we came from dust,
And to dust, we will go.
This lie of perfume democracy,
Lie to me, make more emphasis,
Criticism always chasing me,
Empty letters but full of apathy.
But living in this atmosphere of faith,
This is my society, foolish brain, no sense,
Living the only one, in this alone,
Like a new specimen was born.
Concept of modern society is wrong I believe,
Why didn’t we left it the way it was,
what if…….
SENA[/left]
How good, and pleasant it feel
From this human without unification culture,
Running ahead the planets rounds without feet,
Guessing un imaginary future.
I see the childrens where they go,
Letting the life goes in rocky flow,
Digging the earth, smoking and blow
The thoughts about the globe.
Pretending, attending meeting of fight
Construction, a city every day and night,
Now more important, the sell of the right
Education, magnificent,
Cent, insignificant,
Politics fake preachers
Why you get pointed
By fingers?, anger
Is the trigger, of
Marked by then
Another dreamer.
What’s makes the different in this world
Blame the use of the words,
City get concern, prostitute with not shame
Now she is a candidate, forgotten sin.
The need of the water,
still the group of holder,
for the best, modern
society fairytale, tell
by tellers.
Now every thing goes fast,
Girl before 12 is giving her ass,
Boys around 8 positive on crack,
Old Lady’s on the airport belly full cocaine packs.
That’s why we evolved?,
To convert the society an insult,
It was better before,
More trust,
Knowing that we came from dust,
And to dust, we will go.
This lie of perfume democracy,
Lie to me, make more emphasis,
Criticism always chasing me,
Empty letters but full of apathy.
But living in this atmosphere of faith,
This is my society, foolish brain, no sense,
Living the only one, in this alone,
Like a new specimen was born.
Concept of modern society is wrong I believe,
Why didn’t we left it the way it was,
what if…….
SENA[/left]
I fear the day i wake and see the world corrupt, the day sanity says farewell and my skullfucked mind erupt. I've sat on the side and observed from afar, when will you stop lying to the whole and see what you really are. You've let inside yourself the illusion of competition, to fight for a spot in the boat we are all in. You can't run nor hide, by the rules everyone must abide. Those who choose self gain, are turned deaf to everyone on the inside, and in silence, there is pain. Would you forsake the world's grace, To deny them and spit in their face? Lonesome is an empty taste, there is only comfort in embrace...
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American Eweth
How do you control the masses
Keep them uneducated and afraid
Overload them with advertisements
Create a society of wage slaves
Be sure they stay divided
and animosity reigns true
Character defined by the size of your wallet
God bless the Red, White and Blue
Kardashian’s worth millions
Famous for sucking dick
Are you liberal, youre a socialist
Fuck the poor, weak and sick
And these millennium kids,
OWS, Generation Y
Labeled selfish and lazy
For no longer believing the lies
They’ve watched as the elderly
Lost their homes to taxation
After laying down their lives
To defend and build a once great nation
Underground there is rumbling
A revolution for truth
No longer will we settle
To be American Eweth
American Eweth
How do you control the masses
Keep them uneducated and afraid
Overload them with advertisements
Create a society of wage slaves
Be sure they stay divided
and animosity reigns true
Character defined by the size of your wallet
God bless the Red, White and Blue
Kardashian’s worth millions
Famous for sucking dick
Are you liberal, youre a socialist
Fuck the poor, weak and sick
And these millennium kids,
OWS, Generation Y
Labeled selfish and lazy
For no longer believing the lies
They’ve watched as the elderly
Lost their homes to taxation
After laying down their lives
To defend and build a once great nation
Underground there is rumbling
A revolution for truth
No longer will we settle
To be American Eweth
In the beginning it was said that we should all share and live in peace
Else thou shalt not be rewarded forever in the next life; just sent to hell to live with the beast
That worked for a while, some followed the prophets with glee
For they were promised a life of wealth eternally
Then violence broke out shaking the world that they all lived in
Some continued the scene, despite promises by Him to forgive all sin
I tend to believe that some wanted more than others
So the sharing ceased, not many shared with their brothers
Over time, societal rules and laws came into play
Who knew morals and values would seem moot one day
Organizing, ruling, and politicizing, we became segregated
His word soon left the lips of most, leaving others separated
Money, class, wealth, and having all the power
A few men began to rule everyone, almost as if to tower
Those men became rich, others were not allowed
The greater good became routine, and money became power
Electing those with the fattest pockets, doling out rations to the poor
Who knew what money would mean after the depression, or what would be in store
Living hand to fist, I can’t even imagine how it must have been
To eat with just some flour, a goat, and a paltry hen
Those before us could never have imagined what it means to be poor now
They have cell phones, cars, and use credit cards in stores, I’m not sure how
Calling people used to involve walking to a pay phone
Inserting some change, waiting, and hearing a tone
Even in the 70s, those on welfare had no cars
Or money to spend their nights drinking in bars
Renting single houses, big apartments, and townhouses
Some of today’s poor have it all, and they don’t live as church mouses
Seeing counselors, faking mental illnesses, some steal from the rich
And they get disability without ever having worked, just by selling their pitch
Who knew the value of a dollar would be what it is today
There are taxes, fees, inflation, more money to pay
Why work at all, or try to live frugal, or go without
When you can live off welfare, isn’t that what it is all about
Our forefathers could never have imagined how it would be
That most of our neighbors are the poor, the bulk of society
Else thou shalt not be rewarded forever in the next life; just sent to hell to live with the beast
That worked for a while, some followed the prophets with glee
For they were promised a life of wealth eternally
Then violence broke out shaking the world that they all lived in
Some continued the scene, despite promises by Him to forgive all sin
I tend to believe that some wanted more than others
So the sharing ceased, not many shared with their brothers
Over time, societal rules and laws came into play
Who knew morals and values would seem moot one day
Organizing, ruling, and politicizing, we became segregated
His word soon left the lips of most, leaving others separated
Money, class, wealth, and having all the power
A few men began to rule everyone, almost as if to tower
Those men became rich, others were not allowed
The greater good became routine, and money became power
Electing those with the fattest pockets, doling out rations to the poor
Who knew what money would mean after the depression, or what would be in store
Living hand to fist, I can’t even imagine how it must have been
To eat with just some flour, a goat, and a paltry hen
Those before us could never have imagined what it means to be poor now
They have cell phones, cars, and use credit cards in stores, I’m not sure how
Calling people used to involve walking to a pay phone
Inserting some change, waiting, and hearing a tone
Even in the 70s, those on welfare had no cars
Or money to spend their nights drinking in bars
Renting single houses, big apartments, and townhouses
Some of today’s poor have it all, and they don’t live as church mouses
Seeing counselors, faking mental illnesses, some steal from the rich
And they get disability without ever having worked, just by selling their pitch
Who knew the value of a dollar would be what it is today
There are taxes, fees, inflation, more money to pay
Why work at all, or try to live frugal, or go without
When you can live off welfare, isn’t that what it is all about
Our forefathers could never have imagined how it would be
That most of our neighbors are the poor, the bulk of society
muchos gracias 
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Thanks Pretty Normal
Congrats to SmilesandPretenses.. and Miss Indie. I planned on saying something profoundly mental like... Shout out to Panama Judas
But that's about it!
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Thanks Pretty Normal
Congrats to SmilesandPretenses.. and Miss Indie. I planned on saying something profoundly mental like... Shout out to Panama Judas But that's about it!
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