A Few Words On The War…

Posted: April 1, 2013 in Poetry
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We’re all dopamine fiends
Squeaky-toy-clean society
Being all that we can be
By any means necessary
Heroin chic & dead sexy
All hail brain candy
Forget dismal journeys
& scorched paths of misery
Tracked by authorities
Entrap/d easily
Only pay mind to fantasies
Dead celebrities & rehab wealthy
Have you loved your T.V. lately?
Growing poverty
Behind door number three
Incarceration recovery
Jailhouse divinity


I knew you were blue
I knew you were down before you fell
I knew you
Over the cuckoo’s nest one flew
Here to tell you; you can to


Back in some lame
Second-rate-state therapy
Drop-out-spoon-fed-social worker
Dime-store psychology
Antipathy; Apathy
Raped by this voracious machine
Raped by community college degrees
There for a check; judging
How /bout a little authenticity
Let’s come back through three
In three
& watch both their arms bleed
Cuz ‘who here buys the dreams
T.V. rehab is selling
People are not private profits
Or private property
Un-privatize prisons
Yeah…there’s a war on drugs
& a lot of people are dying
I hear we‘re losing
I hear it’s the blind
Leading the blind
In pursuit of dollar SIGNS
And the disconnected reality?
Who we believe; what we dream
Fed intravenously via M.T.V.
Rehabilitated dreamers supposed to be
Dreaming of coupons redeemed
& register beeps
Who dares dream out loud?
No questions when nothin/s allowed
Nobody steps forward
For fear of a scene
Better know thy enemy
They’ll drag you on your knees
Till they smell you bleed


I know what happened
I know what they did
How you asked for their help
Two weeks before you died
They said they didn’t have a bed
Before collecting donations
From family & friends
After you lay dead


Just tell the doc that I am broken
Galvanize synapses
Readjust after relapses
Rework fried circuits
For I twitch
& I am sick
Sick of myself
Sick of being sick
Of everyone else
I’m on my knees
So where is this GOD?
Children are suffering
They’re on their knees
Suffering patiently
Passing the sick time learning
The truths we know
From the lies we learn
Set the self on fire & let it burn
Don’t know what your seeing
Stop collaborative effort
Silencing expression
Twisted rendition
Convoluting & deforming
The meat plow
Paving the streets with junkies
Pharmaceutical cash cow
Competitive markets
Capitalize on the weak
& cannibalize the poor
Prison privatizing
Noncompliant; insane ideals
Prison number
Live stock state seals
How many more are to suffer?
They keep on pushing
The truth will reveal
We are not
What we are
Told we are
Cogs in a machine
Fulfilling unnecessary
Materialistic needs
Breathing commercials breeding
Individual identities


I often think what you thought
Can’t imagine the pain
As you gathered the rope
From you my thoughts hang


Forget rumors of 2012
Forget earthquakes & tidal waves
Mental-jail break 2013
We still haven’t recovered from 2001
Blast new blood
Through this worn highway of veins
Don’t worry about the stains
Make your own decision
To cease & desist division
Cast off the contrived
Tell someone they’re beautiful
The way they are
The way we all were
Long before being, born
Before the heart was torn
Before this bullshit we lovingly adorn
Children that shined like stars
Before the scars
The hocus pocus
B vitamin focus
On the spine breaking
The restless legs shaking
Turn off the television
It can’t light the way
Turn off the television
Revelations start today
& they won’t be televised






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