Poetry competition CLOSED 29th November 2014 6:42pm
WINNER
EM20XX (Just a Puppet)
EM20XX (Just a Puppet)
RUNNER-UP:
Poetryman
The Sickness Of The World
Anonymous
DEATHS DOOR, the story of Janne E....
In the deep of your eyes
There is a pure snowflake falling
Upon a shallow grave
Wearing your name
In stone, "on the day
that you parted..."
And the not so dearly departed
Attend the ceremony
Of lingering lies
You did not die
Where are
The murderous
Allibies
After the grey
On this mourning morning
I shall harvest innocence
Nurture the children
Who have never been born
Sculpted by your wounds
That still bleed
All is illusion
All but your face
I fall into your stare
All else fades, into numb
You seem to have accepted your execution
Thus ends this
Revolution
*This poem is dedicated to Janne E, who died after a life time of neglect and abuse,wheel chaired and brain damaged due to this)*
In the deep of your eyes
There is a pure snowflake falling
Upon a shallow grave
Wearing your name
In stone, "on the day
that you parted..."
And the not so dearly departed
Attend the ceremony
Of lingering lies
You did not die
Where are
The murderous
Allibies
After the grey
On this mourning morning
I shall harvest innocence
Nurture the children
Who have never been born
Sculpted by your wounds
That still bleed
All is illusion
All but your face
I fall into your stare
All else fades, into numb
You seem to have accepted your execution
Thus ends this
Revolution
*This poem is dedicated to Janne E, who died after a life time of neglect and abuse,wheel chaired and brain damaged due to this)*
Anonymous
A Ponder
People, Tell Me I Am Kind.
They Say I’m Generous.
And Name Other Aspects That I Have Gone Unnoticed.
Perhaps I’m Too Kind.
That May Be Why Some Individuals Take Advantage Of My Virtues.
I Don’t Usually Be So Willing To Help Those Who Mistook My Offers.
But I’ve Always Thought, A Good Deed.
Will Help Those In Need.
But To My Dismay, All It Was To Them Was Greed.
I Ask Of Nothing In Return, I Assume Some Force In Life Will Reward My Efforts.
When I Have So Little.
I Seem To Care More Of Others Well Being Than My Own.
I Go Through Days Without Speaking To Others Of My Problems.
Only Few I Speak Too.
But For Some Reason, People Find It Easy To Talk To Me.
About Their Endeavors.
I Put My Efforts Into Help Resolve Their Situations.
But On My End, I Face My Endeavors Alone.
Will My Deeds Pay Off For Something Better?
Do Those People Realize That I Am A One Man Army?
That Such A Young Girl Faces The Cruelties Of The World, On Her Own Two Feet.
I Ask Of Nothing In Return, For What They Can Offer In Just Their Presents.
I Learn Off Of Observation.
I Watch The People I Have Come Into Contact With.
To Get A Knowledge Of Experience From Them.
One Thing I Know Is True.
People Are Put To Life For A Purpose To Contribute To This Fucked Up Society.
Like Me, There Are Few Who Have Such Aspects.
Good People Come In Few, When Did Humanity Turn To The Numbing Factor Of Emotions?
As I Ponder On Such Question, I See More Examples Of This Question.
And It Ignites My Hatred For Social Conformity.
This Is Why I’m The Way I Am.
I Only Wish These Small Aspects Are Taught To Another.
Though Hatred Consumes My Thoughts.
I Never Forget To Show Common Manners Among People Who Have Forgotten.
These Traits.
Everything In This I May Not Be Correct On.
I Am A Recluse For God Sake.
Anti-Social Child.
And Possibly Paranoid Of Certain Things.
Perhaps I’m Just Over Thinking.
People, Tell Me I Am Kind.
They Say I’m Generous.
And Name Other Aspects That I Have Gone Unnoticed.
Perhaps I’m Too Kind.
That May Be Why Some Individuals Take Advantage Of My Virtues.
I Don’t Usually Be So Willing To Help Those Who Mistook My Offers.
But I’ve Always Thought, A Good Deed.
Will Help Those In Need.
But To My Dismay, All It Was To Them Was Greed.
I Ask Of Nothing In Return, I Assume Some Force In Life Will Reward My Efforts.
When I Have So Little.
I Seem To Care More Of Others Well Being Than My Own.
I Go Through Days Without Speaking To Others Of My Problems.
Only Few I Speak Too.
But For Some Reason, People Find It Easy To Talk To Me.
About Their Endeavors.
I Put My Efforts Into Help Resolve Their Situations.
But On My End, I Face My Endeavors Alone.
Will My Deeds Pay Off For Something Better?
Do Those People Realize That I Am A One Man Army?
That Such A Young Girl Faces The Cruelties Of The World, On Her Own Two Feet.
I Ask Of Nothing In Return, For What They Can Offer In Just Their Presents.
I Learn Off Of Observation.
I Watch The People I Have Come Into Contact With.
To Get A Knowledge Of Experience From Them.
One Thing I Know Is True.
People Are Put To Life For A Purpose To Contribute To This Fucked Up Society.
Like Me, There Are Few Who Have Such Aspects.
Good People Come In Few, When Did Humanity Turn To The Numbing Factor Of Emotions?
As I Ponder On Such Question, I See More Examples Of This Question.
And It Ignites My Hatred For Social Conformity.
This Is Why I’m The Way I Am.
I Only Wish These Small Aspects Are Taught To Another.
Though Hatred Consumes My Thoughts.
I Never Forget To Show Common Manners Among People Who Have Forgotten.
These Traits.
Everything In This I May Not Be Correct On.
I Am A Recluse For God Sake.
Anti-Social Child.
And Possibly Paranoid Of Certain Things.
Perhaps I’m Just Over Thinking.
Anonymous
Only In My Head, I Imagine Things Could Be Better.
In My Head, I’m The King Of Hatred.
The Cold Blooded Angel.
In The Ruins Of My Wonderful Kingdom Gone Wrong.
In My Head, Are Complicated Ponders.
On My Whole Life Mistakes.
I Wish To Correct, Over Longing Regret.
In My Head, I’ve Prepared For The Worse.
But The Worse Has Already Been Done.
I Have No Other Choice But To Continue On.
In My Head, Are Words That Define The Up Most Emotions.
That I Desire To Express.
Though These Words Are To Hard To Put Into Reality For Some To Understand.
Only In My Head, I Imagine Things Will Turn For The Best.
And Deliver Punishment To Those Who Deserve It.
But In This World, Good Things Happen To Bad People.
While Good People Suffer Unjustified Torment.
Atlas Another Reason Why I Stay.
In The Confines Of My Own Sanity.
The Restraints Of My Mind.
Just Me.
And These Thoughts.
In My Head, I’m The King Of Hatred.
The Cold Blooded Angel.
In The Ruins Of My Wonderful Kingdom Gone Wrong.
In My Head, Are Complicated Ponders.
On My Whole Life Mistakes.
I Wish To Correct, Over Longing Regret.
In My Head, I’ve Prepared For The Worse.
But The Worse Has Already Been Done.
I Have No Other Choice But To Continue On.
In My Head, Are Words That Define The Up Most Emotions.
That I Desire To Express.
Though These Words Are To Hard To Put Into Reality For Some To Understand.
Only In My Head, I Imagine Things Will Turn For The Best.
And Deliver Punishment To Those Who Deserve It.
But In This World, Good Things Happen To Bad People.
While Good People Suffer Unjustified Torment.
Atlas Another Reason Why I Stay.
In The Confines Of My Own Sanity.
The Restraints Of My Mind.
Just Me.
And These Thoughts.
Anonymous
Listen to nine inch nails-right where it belongs while reading this* tip
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Am I Dreaming Of Only Hell, Or Will I Never Wake?
It Seems Like I Come Across The Anguishing Thought.
Of Thinking As If Everything That Has Ever Happened.
Were Merely Artificially Insertion Of Emotions.
Ones That Are Appropriate To Situation Presented.
Id Think Being In The Confines Constructed.
By Just Being Isolated In My Own Head.
A Dream In Which A World I Live In Now.
Is What I Made Up.
For Some Purpose Of Existence.
And Everyone I Have Come To Meet.
Is Just My Silly Little Imagination.
For Companionship.
But In Reality, I’m Alone.
Stuck Listening To Mere Voices In My Head.
Looking For Interaction.
For A Lonesome Heart Could Only Long For A Friend.
Perhaps These Dreams.
Are More Of Nightmares, Played To Me.
On Repeat, Over An Over.
Memories, Lies!
Scars And Bruises.
Inflicted On Myself.
To Have The Sensation.
Of Pain, Agony.
Will I Awaken?
Pulling Away From Slumber.
Escaping From Insane Reality Of Nothing.
Than Those Deep Fears In Which.
That Have Come To Terrify Me.
Proceeding To Complicate The Rhythm Of Breathing.
Plunging Thy Heart In A Panic.
Beat By Beat.
Could It Be A Coma, Induced By God Knows What.
Can It Be The Instinct Of Retreat and Salvation
Or Will I Be In The Realm Of Which Keeps Me?
Do I Comply With The Shifting Scenery?
By The Will Of Hell,My Own Mind.
*****************************************************
Am I Dreaming Of Only Hell, Or Will I Never Wake?
It Seems Like I Come Across The Anguishing Thought.
Of Thinking As If Everything That Has Ever Happened.
Were Merely Artificially Insertion Of Emotions.
Ones That Are Appropriate To Situation Presented.
Id Think Being In The Confines Constructed.
By Just Being Isolated In My Own Head.
A Dream In Which A World I Live In Now.
Is What I Made Up.
For Some Purpose Of Existence.
And Everyone I Have Come To Meet.
Is Just My Silly Little Imagination.
For Companionship.
But In Reality, I’m Alone.
Stuck Listening To Mere Voices In My Head.
Looking For Interaction.
For A Lonesome Heart Could Only Long For A Friend.
Perhaps These Dreams.
Are More Of Nightmares, Played To Me.
On Repeat, Over An Over.
Memories, Lies!
Scars And Bruises.
Inflicted On Myself.
To Have The Sensation.
Of Pain, Agony.
Will I Awaken?
Pulling Away From Slumber.
Escaping From Insane Reality Of Nothing.
Than Those Deep Fears In Which.
That Have Come To Terrify Me.
Proceeding To Complicate The Rhythm Of Breathing.
Plunging Thy Heart In A Panic.
Beat By Beat.
Could It Be A Coma, Induced By God Knows What.
Can It Be The Instinct Of Retreat and Salvation
Or Will I Be In The Realm Of Which Keeps Me?
Do I Comply With The Shifting Scenery?
By The Will Of Hell,My Own Mind.
Anonymous
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If I could cure the world I would cure it of hatred!
"3 Seeds"
Young ones look up to us with learning eyes each day as they grow
Teach your children how to feel and everything that you know
About love and self-esteem and what you reap you sow
Parents who express no love raise their children down so low
Once planted in a heart, the seeds of hatred sprout then grow
Pride injects a high, like drugs, through veins where it can flow
To desire more, then crash from withdrawal addicts come to know
Three seeds of prejudice raise your spirit down so low
From the depths once descended exploring new levels to exceed
Is there nowhere inside their souls unconsumed by material need?
Hypocrites utter deception, telling half-truths designed to mislead
Said so many times even they believe in the lies that plant the seed
Corporate owners seem to have forgotten the slaves were freed
Robbing retirement funds to stuff their overwhelming greed
Keeping down the poor to maintain their status as the richest breed
Who refuse to admit the pecuniary progress they impede
Zealots point fingers and label "immoral", hearts that bleed
And proclaim God as a charter member of their creed
They hunger for power over fearful faithful they can lead
With a grip on their flock that strangles credence like a weed
Cowled cowards twisting scripture till they feel sanctified
Planting the tree grown for the cross, burned to become purified
But there's another fire eager to see how far down they can slide
Where the fallen one would rise to lead them to unholy deicide
Seduced by fear, bathed in greed and gorged the flesh with pride
Will they embrace all three until they've cast their souls aside?
Will God look back at the end of man and see the hate of genocide?
The first thing God did not create, the only thing that never died
The rainbow in their love filled lives kept them on the outside
Don't ask, don't tell the truth, there are rules to abide
Homophobia in fox holes is not morally justified
Love feels no conflicting virtues that ever could collide
Weak hearts are overcome when they feel a darkness drawing near
Listening to the movement beating war drums within each ear
Quiet those thoughts and open the mind to a silence all can hear
Look inside the heart for the courage to quell this secret fear
Eyes held closed to painful sights shed not a single tear
When they open up their eyes the truth becomes so clear
Mesmerized by powerphiles like headlights to a deer
In darkness till they will admit every human is their peer
Search within thick forests for three seeds that grew three shady trees
Knock on their wood to hear three names carried on the breeze
Hear the quiver of terror, glory and desire shaking the greener leaves
See spring saplings and perceive the grand design that hatred weaves
Time marches ever onward forming new circles in the wood
Branching out lines surrounding rings where only one once stood
Lines drawn in circles that separate where colors never could
While one more family tree draws cryptic bloodlines in the hood
The high and mighty tree grows taller with each passing year
The weight of its own branches make it hard to persevere
Until its hollow trunk caves in making way for freedoms true frontier
The first steps toward the promised land must begin right here
(jj Johnson)
"3 Seeds"
Young ones look up to us with learning eyes each day as they grow
Teach your children how to feel and everything that you know
About love and self-esteem and what you reap you sow
Parents who express no love raise their children down so low
Once planted in a heart, the seeds of hatred sprout then grow
Pride injects a high, like drugs, through veins where it can flow
To desire more, then crash from withdrawal addicts come to know
Three seeds of prejudice raise your spirit down so low
From the depths once descended exploring new levels to exceed
Is there nowhere inside their souls unconsumed by material need?
Hypocrites utter deception, telling half-truths designed to mislead
Said so many times even they believe in the lies that plant the seed
Corporate owners seem to have forgotten the slaves were freed
Robbing retirement funds to stuff their overwhelming greed
Keeping down the poor to maintain their status as the richest breed
Who refuse to admit the pecuniary progress they impede
Zealots point fingers and label "immoral", hearts that bleed
And proclaim God as a charter member of their creed
They hunger for power over fearful faithful they can lead
With a grip on their flock that strangles credence like a weed
Cowled cowards twisting scripture till they feel sanctified
Planting the tree grown for the cross, burned to become purified
But there's another fire eager to see how far down they can slide
Where the fallen one would rise to lead them to unholy deicide
Seduced by fear, bathed in greed and gorged the flesh with pride
Will they embrace all three until they've cast their souls aside?
Will God look back at the end of man and see the hate of genocide?
The first thing God did not create, the only thing that never died
The rainbow in their love filled lives kept them on the outside
Don't ask, don't tell the truth, there are rules to abide
Homophobia in fox holes is not morally justified
Love feels no conflicting virtues that ever could collide
Weak hearts are overcome when they feel a darkness drawing near
Listening to the movement beating war drums within each ear
Quiet those thoughts and open the mind to a silence all can hear
Look inside the heart for the courage to quell this secret fear
Eyes held closed to painful sights shed not a single tear
When they open up their eyes the truth becomes so clear
Mesmerized by powerphiles like headlights to a deer
In darkness till they will admit every human is their peer
Search within thick forests for three seeds that grew three shady trees
Knock on their wood to hear three names carried on the breeze
Hear the quiver of terror, glory and desire shaking the greener leaves
See spring saplings and perceive the grand design that hatred weaves
Time marches ever onward forming new circles in the wood
Branching out lines surrounding rings where only one once stood
Lines drawn in circles that separate where colors never could
While one more family tree draws cryptic bloodlines in the hood
The high and mighty tree grows taller with each passing year
The weight of its own branches make it hard to persevere
Until its hollow trunk caves in making way for freedoms true frontier
The first steps toward the promised land must begin right here
(jj Johnson)
"Touch"
God please touch the world and heal it with your love
If I was you it's what I would do
Touch every child sick with a cold
Touch every young one born with defects
A nasty word to say they are less than the rest
Touch children born without love in their lives
Born without food and without hope
Touch them because I can't heal them
To lay your hands on all that is broken
All that is not pure in those too young to be impure
If I was you it's what I would do
Touch little Ro-Ro and make Autism vanish from the world
Touch all the boys and girls who cannot hear your voice
Who cannot see your light or understand your words
And even those who can, simply because they are innocent
Because they are simple and because they are yours
Heal every broken bone and every broken heart
Because someday they will be like me
Someday they will have given up
Given up hope, if they ever had any
Given up on love, knowing it will never come
If I could heal them I would give up my life
If I was you it's what I would do
(jj Johnson)
God please touch the world and heal it with your love
If I was you it's what I would do
Touch every child sick with a cold
Touch every young one born with defects
A nasty word to say they are less than the rest
Touch children born without love in their lives
Born without food and without hope
Touch them because I can't heal them
To lay your hands on all that is broken
All that is not pure in those too young to be impure
If I was you it's what I would do
Touch little Ro-Ro and make Autism vanish from the world
Touch all the boys and girls who cannot hear your voice
Who cannot see your light or understand your words
And even those who can, simply because they are innocent
Because they are simple and because they are yours
Heal every broken bone and every broken heart
Because someday they will be like me
Someday they will have given up
Given up hope, if they ever had any
Given up on love, knowing it will never come
If I could heal them I would give up my life
If I was you it's what I would do
(jj Johnson)
Weak little puppets
believe your T.V.
Mother media.
People magazine.
You are not pretty
unless you are me.
Give up on yourself
and let me pull your strings.
Fear controls many.
They won't let you think.
One world government.
With one currency.
Pay for your neighbor
who can't make ends meet.
Believe in the system
or be out on the streets.
believe your T.V.
Mother media.
People magazine.
You are not pretty
unless you are me.
Give up on yourself
and let me pull your strings.
Fear controls many.
They won't let you think.
One world government.
With one currency.
Pay for your neighbor
who can't make ends meet.
Believe in the system
or be out on the streets.
.:Define Demon:.
Hardly a Saint
His sin was contender
Challenging the other man who’s a swarm defender
Where etched in superiority vile words get exchanged
Gunfire erupts defining deranged
One saying the other rushed ::out of his mind::
Seems that’s the defense given much of the time
Initiated by hate? Maybe it’s fear?
Perhaps to prove a point of who runs things here
Citizens make claims of being broken hearted
A few into anarchy acting retarded
Remind me again
How this wave got started
Methodically it shifts to the dearly departed
Dropped in the street. Dies and gets martyred
At this rate asking, “who he outsmarted”
Viewing what’s human and the way it gets botched
From Longines to short jeans; Citizens Watch
Revelation about foe and which one is friend
While the clock is still ticking
Counting down
to the
end
Anonymous
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Chains Break
when those that deceive us
are the ones that lead us
who will finally free us?
when those in authority lose their majority
and take it out on us
who can we trust?
when we vote for change
but find our delegates playing games
how will our children inherit the world?
when we protest but get no rest
we know we are not being served,
we are being ruled
when those that deceive us
are the ones that lead us
who will finally free us?
when those in authority lose their majority
and take it out on us
who can we trust?
when we vote for change
but find our delegates playing games
how will our children inherit the world?
when we protest but get no rest
we know we are not being served,
we are being ruled
For The 99%
The world
it spins
turning over pages
with many a done thing
gone by and through
the ages
we humans
existing
a small time
by all comparatives
we're rapidly approaching
no life
as we now know of it .
Governmental
culling of all numbers
when
it's evidential
but under forms
of something else
no need
for a pension
unless conformed
to a new order hell
a single convention
where leading feeders
pool their wealth .
Call me
a lunatic
I don't care
can't you see it really is
happening
everywhere
from tampered disease
to inoculations
be aware
this is for real
we will talk , walk
with chips
in our hair .
The world
it spins
turning over pages
with many a done thing
gone by and through
the ages
we humans
existing
a small time
by all comparatives
we're rapidly approaching
no life
as we now know of it .
Governmental
culling of all numbers
when
it's evidential
but under forms
of something else
no need
for a pension
unless conformed
to a new order hell
a single convention
where leading feeders
pool their wealth .
Call me
a lunatic
I don't care
can't you see it really is
happening
everywhere
from tampered disease
to inoculations
be aware
this is for real
we will talk , walk
with chips
in our hair .
Human Computers
Don't you think
that
as time moves forward
we lack to interact
as doors open for you
and voices
replace maps
humanity
gets born now
designed
on an I phone App
the media's controlled
in towns
our thoughts
and moves are tapped .
Hormones not needed
feed cloned foul
infant growth
gets speeded , up
and through
the bowel
chemically impeded
the people
just allow
from the fluoride
on your teeth
to what we drink
to be
dumbed down , we're being programmed .
Human computers
are what we will , become
full of files
and mindless
on a one government
ran world
by the aliens
that hide in us
who are waiting
for their turn
to divide , conquer , take over
re-name this place
called Earth .
Don't you think
that
as time moves forward
we lack to interact
as doors open for you
and voices
replace maps
humanity
gets born now
designed
on an I phone App
the media's controlled
in towns
our thoughts
and moves are tapped .
Hormones not needed
feed cloned foul
infant growth
gets speeded , up
and through
the bowel
chemically impeded
the people
just allow
from the fluoride
on your teeth
to what we drink
to be
dumbed down , we're being programmed .
Human computers
are what we will , become
full of files
and mindless
on a one government
ran world
by the aliens
that hide in us
who are waiting
for their turn
to divide , conquer , take over
re-name this place
called Earth .
Earth at full throttle
The world
an engine piston
shoving and shifting
compression , obsession
power in full comission .
Full forward traction
all for interaction .
Relaxation
high speed jubliation
moving across
all of the nations .
Forgiven
well ridden
grudges gone by
its time to use
and open
your third eye .
Interceptive and objective
its time to be a little more
perceptive
or collective ,
interactive , less of the captive
a touch towards
a world more attractive .
Technology
bad intentions
no apology
no comprehensions
what's the point of all
these interventions .
Combustion of internal
revving up of the infernal
nuclear powers ,
sky scraping towers
Taliban claiming to be muslim
but there cowards .
The modern world at war
one half winning
and their enforced law
the other one keeps spinning
each other they abhor
for f**ks sake
everyday I awake
and I just can't take
it anymore .
The world
an engine piston
shoving and shifting
compression , obsession
power in full comission .
Full forward traction
all for interaction .
Relaxation
high speed jubliation
moving across
all of the nations .
Forgiven
well ridden
grudges gone by
its time to use
and open
your third eye .
Interceptive and objective
its time to be a little more
perceptive
or collective ,
interactive , less of the captive
a touch towards
a world more attractive .
Technology
bad intentions
no apology
no comprehensions
what's the point of all
these interventions .
Combustion of internal
revving up of the infernal
nuclear powers ,
sky scraping towers
Taliban claiming to be muslim
but there cowards .
The modern world at war
one half winning
and their enforced law
the other one keeps spinning
each other they abhor
for f**ks sake
everyday I awake
and I just can't take
it anymore .
