Submissions by slayer69
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
11th Nov 2012 5:12am
11th Nov 2012 5:12am
Electro Magnetic Confusion
876 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Nov 2012 8:48am
8th Nov 2012 8:48am
Projector Screen Dreams
A projector flicks
reel after reel of fabricated personalities,
Holographic forms
of superficial celebrities.
We admire their lies
their fake tits and addictions.
We get distracted from the fact,
that they are a distraction from the system.
A projector flicks
an elitist's desire.
A manipulation of a copy
that's been raped and twisted through time.
We absorb their subliminal messages,
biblical fables of history.
Just repeated myths from a world of hypocrisy,
put to film and shot through the box of false beliefs.
...
reel after reel of fabricated personalities,
Holographic forms
of superficial celebrities.
We admire their lies
their fake tits and addictions.
We get distracted from the fact,
that they are a distraction from the system.
A projector flicks
an elitist's desire.
A manipulation of a copy
that's been raped and twisted through time.
We absorb their subliminal messages,
biblical fables of history.
Just repeated myths from a world of hypocrisy,
put to film and shot through the box of false beliefs.
...
592 reads
0 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
5th Nov 2012 11:01am
5th Nov 2012 11:01am
Fungi Dreams
Had a Fungi dream last night
First came the explosion of light,
blinding white.
Then bright colours shone over my darkness,
did I really just see elves in the rafters?
Blurry images flooding my pineal gland became clear,
and my higher state of consciousness was surely here.
Endless fields of beautiful dreams,
drinking tea alongside malevolent schemes
Everything and nothing existing both at once
The energy of death and rebirth was filtered
through magic vacuums like dust
Just wave upon wave of potential realities,...
First came the explosion of light,
blinding white.
Then bright colours shone over my darkness,
did I really just see elves in the rafters?
Blurry images flooding my pineal gland became clear,
and my higher state of consciousness was surely here.
Endless fields of beautiful dreams,
drinking tea alongside malevolent schemes
Everything and nothing existing both at once
The energy of death and rebirth was filtered
through magic vacuums like dust
Just wave upon wave of potential realities,...
744 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2012 9:45am
3rd Nov 2012 9:45am
Saturn/Satan?
You are a magnificent object,
adorned in splendour.
You are a painful frequency
with a malevolent agenda.
You are the size of 755 Earth's,
and filled with helium and hydrogen.
You curse babies from birth,
and instil in them violence.
Your rings seem like they are placed there,
with great knowledge and precision.
Earth's moon looks sad,
because its no longer part of your prison.
Your southern eye sees all
perfect cube of numbers which equal 666
there will come the day you fall
and empty your bag of tricks.
...
adorned in splendour.
You are a painful frequency
with a malevolent agenda.
You are the size of 755 Earth's,
and filled with helium and hydrogen.
You curse babies from birth,
and instil in them violence.
Your rings seem like they are placed there,
with great knowledge and precision.
Earth's moon looks sad,
because its no longer part of your prison.
Your southern eye sees all
perfect cube of numbers which equal 666
there will come the day you fall
and empty your bag of tricks.
...
731 reads
3 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
1st Nov 2012 7:58am
1st Nov 2012 7:58am
Voodoo Doll, Pins In My Pocket
My first memory was a dolls house
cramped for space , but we were so proud.
I was a baby boy
with dolls for toys.
They had big eyes
The kind I didn't like.
I took my pins from my pocket
Stuck them in, ripped up their insides.
we were living free
like a family.
now I was 15
wore my ripped jeans.
Daddy left in the night
That I didn't like
I took my pins
and stuck them in my dolls eyes.
Now Daddy's blind
wont see me coming from the other side.
I hate you Daddy
play out this fantasy
Rip...
cramped for space , but we were so proud.
I was a baby boy
with dolls for toys.
They had big eyes
The kind I didn't like.
I took my pins from my pocket
Stuck them in, ripped up their insides.
we were living free
like a family.
now I was 15
wore my ripped jeans.
Daddy left in the night
That I didn't like
I took my pins
and stuck them in my dolls eyes.
Now Daddy's blind
wont see me coming from the other side.
I hate you Daddy
play out this fantasy
Rip...
695 reads
2 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
30th Oct 2012 8:22am
30th Oct 2012 8:22am
Material Girl
We would sit in your living room for hours
playing dress ups, watching black and white cartoons.
Your lips tasted sweet not sour,
and we were cool with our stick on tattoos.
You fell in love with the world.
Fell in love with the world,
and left me bleeding now.
I was in love with your curls.
In love with your curls,
couldn't believe that you started consuming now.
They said baby you got the choice of black or white,
you said I don't care whatever's repeating.
I tried to put my hate...
playing dress ups, watching black and white cartoons.
Your lips tasted sweet not sour,
and we were cool with our stick on tattoos.
You fell in love with the world.
Fell in love with the world,
and left me bleeding now.
I was in love with your curls.
In love with your curls,
couldn't believe that you started consuming now.
They said baby you got the choice of black or white,
you said I don't care whatever's repeating.
I tried to put my hate...
711 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Oct 2012 2:56am
28th Oct 2012 2:56am
Woes Of A Craven
They are the ones that deceive us
always plotting and scheming,
make us believe in a lie..
They are the turncoat demons
that rape us, and leave us,
while we lay there bleeding and die..
Its an ingenious
script for the fiendish that,
tear our flesh and eat our insides..
Its an evil
that's enveloped our people,
so when we breathe in we cry..
We might be just dreaming
but why do we perceive this,
within our own minds??
Why aren't we free and peaceful
living like the...
always plotting and scheming,
make us believe in a lie..
They are the turncoat demons
that rape us, and leave us,
while we lay there bleeding and die..
Its an ingenious
script for the fiendish that,
tear our flesh and eat our insides..
Its an evil
that's enveloped our people,
so when we breathe in we cry..
We might be just dreaming
but why do we perceive this,
within our own minds??
Why aren't we free and peaceful
living like the...
652 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Oct 2012 11:36pm
27th Oct 2012 11:36pm
Plastic
All aboard the plastic school bus
that travels down the road of plastic creation,
to the school of plastic dreams,
and a plastic education.
To break free we have to come to the realization,
that plastic doesn't exist,
its just a manifestation of our imagination.
that travels down the road of plastic creation,
to the school of plastic dreams,
and a plastic education.
To break free we have to come to the realization,
that plastic doesn't exist,
its just a manifestation of our imagination.
652 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Oct 2012 8:37am
27th Oct 2012 8:37am
Global Society, (Consumers Make Me Sick)
Independence
is
Molested.
Addiction
fuels
Depression.
Materialism
equals
Possession.
Slavery
manifests
Religion.
Society
creates
Righteousness.
Media
entices
Violence.
Masses
consume
Lies.
Humanity
fucking
Dies.
is
Molested.
Addiction
fuels
Depression.
Materialism
equals
Possession.
Slavery
manifests
Religion.
Society
creates
Righteousness.
Media
entices
Violence.
Masses
consume
Lies.
Humanity
fucking
Dies.
784 reads
0 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
25th Oct 2012 10:19am
25th Oct 2012 10:19am
He Who Controls Television, Controls The Masses
In this age of modernity and technology, where the television monitor has become the centre of the average American household, from cradle to grave acting as surrogate parent, teacher, role model and as influencer of human thought, it should come as no surprise that entire populations can be controlled with such facility and efficiency, turning once thinking humans into grazing sheeple. For in today’s day and age, he who controls television controls the masses, and he who controls the masses controls the nation.
Television has become, quite simply, the greatest tool of mass...
Television has become, quite simply, the greatest tool of mass...
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