Posts Tagged ‘United States’

These Goths…

With their designer clothes.

Designed to look non-designer.

Their mascara running.

 

Is not America Satanic enough?

 

Bearing scars,
on infected arms.

 

Tripped store alarms.

 

Well-known tricks
that sell their souls quick
for a bag to get off sick.

 

A land where your existence
can be & is
measured & weighed
to wind up factored
in as an economy.

 

Do not tell stories
of a dark reality.

 

The hell with Crowley.

 

Want it scary?

 

Journey down into
the heart of darkness,
the INNER city.

 

Behind every building,
under every bridge,
in every bathroom stall,
are our cities’ deepest pits.

 

There the dark sits,
the darkness lives.

 

We need the real Gothic.

 

Those who burned the body of Percy.

 

His heart collected,
from the ashes,
of his great funeral fire.

 

The poet’s heart,
is even more notorious,
for its indifference to flame.

 

A heart enveloped
in its poem Adonais.

 

Words which lamented
the untimely death
of a young J. Keats,
& praised his immortal
body of work.

 

Magnificent lights that never stay with us.

 

Where are the:
Blakes
Keats
Byrons
Clares
Shelleys
Coleridges
& Wordsworths now?

Who will light the pyre for America?

 

she IS dying…

 

Who here will burn their hand,
taking her heart from the embers of the fire?

 

Who will wrap her heart in the blood-soaked Constitution?

 

That shining poem…

 

Written as testimony,
by those that came before:
that they were here,
that they saw truth,
that they would crawl,
in starved agony,
from underneath the tyranny,
of aristocracy.

 

A call to rise from our knees.

 

That shining moment…

 

We still believed,
even after,
this dark wind of apathy,
swept over the streets,
& destroyed our cities.

 

Now is the time…

 

We can finally breathe.

Now is the time…

 

For us to speak.

 

For us to dream.

 

Now is the time…

 

We must die to live again.

 

 

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I love my city and I every day I watch a little more of it burn away.

It’s said the world is a stage and I’m but an actor in a play.

I want a new disguise.

Tired of these tired-old lies.

But I am really happy for these guys.

A real show of hands.

Finding a way to profit under any type of circumstance.

And all the jobs this suffering creates.

Yeah… it’s great.

But people are dying here.

Bombarded with mongered fear.

With no clear destination.

But that is what happens when you let yourself be taxed without representation.

We nodded off at the wheel.

We missed out on the new deal.

We got kicked in the gut.

But now we’re waking up.

Little by little returning to grace.

It took us awhile to develop a different style of syntax to articulate this new kind of treachery being perpetrated upon the human race.

Thieves nailed next to Jesus.

They got us.

Slaves in a machine.

We’ve been sold our own dreams.

Kudos…

Enjoy it for it won’t happen again.

Everyday a few more thieves are raised from the dead.

 

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Funny…

Some think it’s being too negative.
Like negativity is an alternate reality.
As if happiness is the ultimate reality.
& all those not in it are negative conspiratoids.
When in all reality,
it’s two views of the same reality.

Some people see Big Macs,
hot dogs at baseball games,
soda, & potato chips,
as freedom.
Others think of those things & see,
materialism,
corporatism,
obesity in the face of world hunger.

Some think we fight wars to protect our rights back home.
Others say the people taking our rights are from back home.

All I have to say about that:
It’s all good when the good is happening to you.

 

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