Observational

I'm not looking for heartbreak, he/she affected me poems, I would love to see raw, angst, and inquisitive poems on rights/wrongs of the world or the way things work, just BE OBSERVATIONAL!

Really can't wait to see what comes out of this, there are some amazing poets already who handle more observational stuff!

2 entries per person- only rule, write however you want.

Good luck!

[b]Observations






And in essence there lays the trivial pursuit
of a drawn out waste of time in prolonging
that should be sandblasted right into oblivion
where it explodes with no visible side effects




Tit for tat melodies so off key and out of step
that shudder my spirit and pain my tired eyes
left me wanting to pour fire on the human race
as it burns the pessimistic thinking to black dust




Inflated egos that bleed in rivers of going nowhere
plummeting out of control in their combustible nature
Yin Yang both tangle with inflated selves non-digestible
choking the air from the living breathing planet as it dies




Observations of creations a mindless worthless pelt
taking innocence by the throat and squeezing it out
words that scream cannot be heard ears now deaf
I turn my back on a force that holds no life for me

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Bilderberg's  inc.          
         
 For the love of a flag we stand to attention          
      raise our hand to salute then shoot          
    then march into certain death with honor.          
   there's no crime in the killing of children          
    or no harm in the odd rape here and there          
   one two three four we aint human any more          
         
  for the fear of god we cower in the temple          
 or turn one blind eye while closing the other          
 when the pope goose steps around Vatican city          
hording its knowledge it gold and its stolen souls          
blessed are those who see no evil,hear no evil          
         
for the love of power they kill those who question          
  or have a heart and brain to take a stand          
   or share a dream of a new promised land          
  and have the imagination to break the mold          
if its inherently good then its contagiously bad          
         
 for the love of money they raise the flags          
and pull the strings of the hands that bless          
they plot and plan against the great dreamers          
we are just play things to their wicked games          
pesky disposable sub-human's we deserve no brains        

Holocaust


patriotic fools
live
as blind men
speaking
“honest” lies
recycling wars
within
their wrestling conscience
dwelling
in a suicidal dream

seeking
for a black sun
surrounded
with invisible flames
flooded
with ashes of forsaken souls
a battle
that ends in stalemate
nothing
but pure massacre survives

everything
is lost in their crippled hearts
nothing
can be done
suicidal homicide embodies the mind
creating a holocaust
within
time is the only cure

a cry for freedom
but no one
hears a sound
the heart
is shattered
it rest in pieces
amongst the earth

the rage swells
explodes
until an untimely
death
lays them to sleep
in their own
carnage
 

a n i m a l s
       
       
       
i was at the zoo today        
to see the animals    
with a bunch of kids    
around twelve of them    
more like a whole bus    
       
they were not my own        
not that I don't like kids        
i love kids of course        
but from a distance      
cos' everything looks  
greener better beautiful  
       
they were a loud lot    
those kids
hyperkinetic jubilant        
walking running screaming giggling        
they moved in and around        
in circles unsure yet hardly affected      
by their own state of being perpetually      
lost inside the maze of cages        
       
may be they liked        
being lost        
       
unfazed        
they invented new games        
which was conducive in the setting        
proactive little bastards        
       
the gloomy gibbons laughed at them        
when they screamed and waved and jumped        
       
when i tried to wave at the smelly apes        
the male gibbon made a sound        
that sounded like a lone wet fart        
       
that said it all about        
my day my life and me        
       
listless i followed the thong        
full of verve voice        
a vortex of innocent energy        
into which i got sapped        
every now and then only to be ejected        
a stillborn a dead body a swollen appendix        
       
even the kids rejected me        
just like the melancholic monkeys        
and the solitary rhinos probably wounded        
standing erect unmoving like installations        
and the dull python coiled like a curse        
that has lost its potency        
       
an hour later amidst        
onion rings chicken nuggets with preservatives        
and meaningful laughter        
the youngest of the group came to me        
and asked me in her tiny glassy voice        
if i needed a tissue        
       
a couple of cranes started a violent war        
swooping diving fluttering screaming        
       
for the first time        
the group was scared affected        
the little girl stood        
her eyes unmoving rheumy        
       
the cranes kept at it        
probably two males fighting over a she        
large beaks talons        
two metre wide wings around each other        
       
that's right I thought        
life would get to you in the end        
smiling relishing the cold blasts of wind        
from those wild flurry of wings        
munching a crispy chicken breast        
cold and dead and delicious        
       
       
       

l o o p
 
 
In limbo  
in transition  
in pursuit  
 
I talk
in self conscious mumble  
my nerves jangle  
everything a jumble
 
I see the signs  
but they fade too soon  
even before I could register  
still I try  
 
The world is gray  
and drab  
albeit intact  
 
On rusted iron gates  
plastic bags sway  
as the strong breeze  
carries the smog  

The bleached sun is just a sham  
 
honk and holler-  
 
Armies of locomotives    
convertibles  
vehicles  
 
with  
 
the faceless  
nameless  
 
the jetsam due  
 
A woman stares at me  
smiling as her eyes mock  
The gangrene having spread  
far too deep  
beyond the marrow  
 
From the window I look outside-  
beyond oily fingerprints  
Someone watches the mountain  
with vain fascination  
 
or rather whatever is left  
after years of  
illegal dynamite blasts  
 
Oblivious yet aware  
I am Buddha and Shiva  
both  
 
I wander on the beach-  
the dirty empty beach  
deserted and desolate  
and the majestic ocean-  
angry and howling  
 
'Am I here  
 
till when  
 
and why  
 
and why me'  
 
and what do I want'  
 
Well where did I see  
this one-  
 
some question from  
the AC-Nielson survey  
 
or the biggest question  
of the last fifty years  
 
entrapped  
endangered  
enraged  
encumbered  
 
I just function  
amongst the bipeds-  
 
bright  
bruised  
brisk  
 
crossing the streets  
laughing at Jerry  
disposing garbage  
 
and they function too  
to and fro  
oscillating alright  
 
Chocolate  
stand-up comedy  
sex  
shopping-  
sweet Jesus  
 
In case you do chemicals  
and have a farm house  
then nothing beats  
 
run away while  
you can  
 
writhe  
wriggle  
write your ticket  
 
or else you can just  
 
 
wake up  
brush  
rush  
 
to be  
 
In limbo  
in transition  
in pursuit  
in the race

The sky always seemed golden
in the seconds before it was black...
Yet in a few moments,
my eyes would readjust to the darkness,
Luring me to gaze at thousands of different lights...
Although they were white,
They were made of Gold,
And after being in that darkness,
And seeing that clear light,
I succumbed to the twilight,
And lived each new day walking  
in the shoes of a blind child...

This is an awesome comp.. I'l be back.

Earth Age


Before the air takes your skin
and my lung's cage is coal
know that the grass
never grew around me
and it never flourished
beneath my stubborn foot.

When the soprano rides the last wind
over forgotten footprints nestled snugly
in the belly of valleys and
through the deep-rooted disposable trees
and the last cloud wets the ground -

you'll find not every end has a new;
we are nonrenewable.
When earth's hand hits its hour
we are the dispensable.

Prison Of Flesh

Locked away in a prison of flesh
He faces a life
  If one could call it that
Of solitary confinement
He'll never know himself
He'll never know a friend
He'll never enjoy a freedom
It takes a chair to make him mobile
But no matter where he goes
He will never be able to pass through those intangible bars
The bars that keep him a prisoner in his cell
In his cells

Bonfire of the Tragedies

"Flipping through this comic book,  
I remember how badly I wanted to be a superhero  
I could have stopped him from beating my mom  
and beating me.  
Or at least been able to shrug it all off and say to him  
'Hitting us doesn’t make you strong.'”  
   
There was a long silence  
Then he took a swig of his beer  
and threw the comic book into the bonfire  
I didn’t know what to say  
I couldn’t relate  
My dad was never around to hit me

Born In the USA

I was born in the USA.
Join the service as soon as I could, to protect this country from world terrorism.
Went over seas; living for days in the living sand.
Shit in a hole and ate from a can, because I was born in the USA.

Got ambushed and shell shocked, barely made it out.
I walked away with a concussion, don’t remember a damn thing
can barely stand but, hey no Purple Heart, just born in the USA.

Came home a broken soul to no hero’s welcome.
Got just months to get help from VA, but I was born in the USA.
Don't remember my Momma, or my wife, or that child in her arms that keeps calling me her Poppa. But, they tell me I was born in the USA.

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Evils
See
 
They saw her when they walked by
Like they weren’t part of her world
They saw
All of them saw her standing there
Standing there near a cardboard box
They saw
Her stomach protruding
Eyes teary, dirty faced
They saw.
They saw this teenage girl
Who was put out,
because she was molested by a relative.
They saw!
 
Hear
 
They heard him
All the doctors with their psychology,
Physiology, etiology
Restraints and drugs
They heard him
 
They heard him
All the theology in their pulpits
Teaching hell and damnation
Splashing and drown
In holy water
Never showing God’s love
They heard him
 
They heard him
His parents using  
All the doctors and theologians
Hoping they can cure
Their child of being gay
They heard him!
 
Speak
She sat watching television
Someone asking for help showing
A mother holding her child, both just skin and bones
She switched the station
A boy asking to be your forester child
She switched the station
A man asking you to give to the Food Bank
She switched the station
A woman asking you to house the homeless
She switched the station
“You can help…”
She turned it off going to bed
 “Ain’t shit on tonight.”
 
 

The king of absolutely fuckall





Each morning i wake, look out the window and take
A good look at my kingdom, what a wonderfull day
Knowing im the king of all i survey
I sit with a coffee and the hardest thing i must say
Is thinking of what i should do with my day
With a smile as wide as a cheshire cat
Feels like ive won the lottery or something like that
But then comes reality like a whacking great wall
not even a slippery slope, this is total freefall
Coming back to reality starts making me sad
Something is wrong, i think im going mad
Cos while im still in total freefall
I realise im the king of absolutely fuckall
I look out again and all i survey
Has never been mine in any way
Not even a Kingdom, a Castle or thrown
Not even a thing, im all on my own
While sipping my coffee i start wondering why,,
I done what i done then i start to cry
Everything and everyone i ever loved i drove away
Now none of them would even give me the time of day
Nearing the end of my coffee i think "well that's that"
The final few swigs i take a pill for this and a pill for that
Cant get through my day without taking a pill
And even then, the day is just one great big hill
Then at the end of the day more pills i take
Knowing i'll be a king again when i awake

Realisation

When the waves
and the winds calm down
the sea will never be
as it was.