Posts tagged poetry

These windmills blow to knock you back
Arms swing as the legs kick and move
Circlular damage to reach for floor and sky
Pogo motherfucker, let our kin know your there
We ain’t nothing but a generation formed of rags
Seperated from the box only smash it anyway
With our backs to the walls, we the animals
Vicious in our nature bite the hands that feed
Cause we question the intent of our masters
We are free on that floor as we move like savages
Chanting as though we are constantly at war
Endless in our struggle to drown in acceptance
Fashions and trends can be marketed out of existence
But these tunes which march in our hearts
Driving our heads to never stop questioning
Well , these tunes, our ways, our breed…

15 Minutes of fame or 5 minutes of revolution
Which paper tiger will you ride into the night
Anger flares in indignation for television atrocities
If it’s not twittered the truth is not quite out there
Like fashions that creep with slithering paychecks
Upon the backs of corporate made celeberties

Cause your ability to copy and whine
Sets your bourgeoisie ass apart
Becoming the ultimate distraction
As devils dance upon humanities tears
Cause in 5 minutes your so called revolution
Will just be another notch on your resume
Another reason to look away from dirty hands
Can’t save the world, bitter and whithered

But for 15 minutes we are offered a voice
Don’t let it be drowned out like a deer in the headlights
Cause those 15 minutes can change the world
Fuck the lights because from ashes rise
Spread like a virus upon their system
Tell them all we are free men, women, and children
Pass on that which causes us so much pain

Don’t just rise above the rest
Take all the motherfuckers with you
For the love of being alive
For the love of the battle
Peace, War, and Chaos

Is it innocence or ignorance?

Simplicity in the daily line of questions

“What country are you from?”

As if the uncomfortable grin on my face

Did not truly hide the disgust

“No I meant what country were you born?”

This just slides off ones tongue in reminder

That you are a foreigner in familiar land

“I didn’t mean to offend”

Haven’t you learned from generations of fear

Forgiveness, assimilation, and worthlessness

“Papers please”, “Do you salute the flag?”

As you stand against the proverbial wall

Line up to be counted and sent back

Hold on tight to your documents

Because the only thing the fascists and the commies

Ever really agreed on is the question of legitimacy

“Where were you born?”

Well my name isn’t Rudy and I know nothing of East LA

That line between innocence and ignorance faded

Go to sleep now, so you may rest your head
Tired from a long journey that you held as one
Carrier of just truth that only good men hold
No candles need be lit as your path is clear
Into the folds of memoies to join the past
Dream well my friend, you will be missed
I’ll still dream of a man that danced with lions
Ran as a hero through crowds of fire
Taming wild horses to grasp iron rings
Teacher of peace who never understood hate
Quietly I’ll dream that we laughed together again
Dream well my friend, you will be missed

There it goes again, smack right into my heart

I watched the blaring lights of the ambulance

As I grabbed onto my steering wheel just a little harder

I want to say that I miss the action and the excitement

But what I really miss is the heavy sorrow

The staunch reminder that my life could be worse

The bitter thankless thoughts of foolish bravery

I ate the fear and misery up like a wicked fuel

Then I felt the sharp pain in my spine

As though a gentle reminder that at times

Leaves me curled on the floor of my efficiency

Doing a lot better now that I don’t run toward danger

The most exciting years of my life I left behind

The viciousness that bares only unsharpened teeth

Filed down by a growing sense of responsibility

It’s a lonely thought to have to let go

Drugged up, amped up on tear through city

Nothing to stop me

Cause I had a license to not give a fuck

I’ve seen the skies light up as bright as can be
The warmth burns brightly into my soul you see
Floating trickled down like snow flakes catching one breath
Shielded locked in a solitary stare down with death
This shadow plays with time because memories in moments
Remember sadly instantaneously no room for lament
My walls may crumble but some will remember
The ghosts of August brought about a frozen September

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To Many paranoid thoughts of war lately and it’s costs. Lots of shorts in my head nothing to complete

Are you looking for a savior among the snakes of the viper pit?
Charmed by a smile, perhaps words that rattle with deadly wit
Slow, disorienting, venomous becomes love and a personality cult
But the system will maintain perhaps stronger as a result

It shouldn’t have cut so deep

A little humor to make a mother weep

Strengthened by the bond of assimilation

Militance stained by a White washed nation

Ready, aim and fire; Lost upon a yellow face

We carry deep the weight of a forgotten race

There is no grey area for us to be placed

We demand justice for the crimes our martyrs faced

Paranoid fears of Red Death and communist Rule

Seem to have power over some of the fools

As if loyalty to a flag that most of us cannot describe

Can be brought on by college revolutionary diatribe

The competition for leadership is getting ever more vicious

Its as though Mao risen from the dead is not so fictitious

Cause another war is brewing, we’re looking for any excuse

To try and fight the propaganda onslaught is almost no use

The running joke of when is a hate crime just so far overblown

When being called a chink and being beaten down should have been known

A rite of passage to be become soldier among men

Or tortured beyond reason where is the honor then

Battle hardened comrades to the point of ignorance

Smack against the wall another reason war doesn’t make sense

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Not trying to insult his memory of his choice to join the army. I can respect that even if I don’t agree.

To my brothers and sisters of our many nations strong

One legion under scum and scars that don’t belong

Our armies once thought scattered like rats into time

Our pride is a badge of dignity not of grievous crime

This is a way of life, not a trend, or a choice

This is as much a part of our being, such as your voice

Be you Skin, Scum, or Punk… doesn’t matter to me

Fighting just for fun, or your just trying to be free

Crazy enough to answer this hell of the bastards call

Truth be told we would probably fight them all

Cause vengeance knows no wrath like our family creed

A clan for the ages unlike any other breed

Fuck the condition of a government controlled civility

The laws of man are all corrupt as far as we can see

Made to heard the sheep, to break the will

Create wars of class, so blood may spill

We’ll take our own stance all politics aside

Hardcore till the end, this is a Punk’s pure pride

Are you digging your hole?
Is it dug real deep?
Cause it’s time for us children to hide
Like poor little sheep
Big brother has pulled back the covers
That protected us from the dark
As if they were boogeymen in our closets
Their attack has become so stark
Run little fox if you think you can
Poisonous words flow through their vein
Ensared in a trap of rhetoric and fear
Believe what you wish to dull this pain
But keep digging little fox
Make sure to dig real deep
The enemies on the horizon
No time to sleep

Born again and risen from a bout of psychosis
Lies the injured holy man stewing in his own blood
Telling the rest of the naysayers to back away
Because he dreams of prophecies with each deafening thud
To take a beating in the name of that which is most holy
To become a martyr in the name of he who is the lord
I would gladly slaughter my own kin as sacrifice
We can justify greed because his veil is the mighty sword
He who is without Lithium gave his only son
So that through mass hysteria three days of tripping
That zombified corpse as if danced away from the open grave
Because it is not my foggy mind that is slipping

Mother, I looked toward the empty space
That is the future that holds hope
And I find comfort in the eternal forgiveness
Because in the simplicity of your words
And the ever binding goodness of your nature
I find a strength that can only be held
By the blanketing softness of your hands
A strength that helps bond our family
I want you to know that I have not overlooked this
I may have strayed in my path but I see clearly now
Father may have given me logic and honor
But that means nothing if not for your love and empathy
That which taught me to find and bond with others
Your examples have taught me that family
Is more than blood and judgement is more than passed
As we cannot escape our fate but the journey is ours
I want to thank you for what my heart has learned
And I can only hope that I can pass this on to my own child
Because for all the darkness of my life
You are the one that has given me first light
Those that I have taken as kin now help me carry that flame
Which can start wild fires of creativity and strength
Cause it is mother that bares it’s teeth to protect her young
And who’s warmth that can calm the beasts within
You have shown me through the years
True awe inspiring power of forgiveness and redemption
Mother you have given me love
When I could not cage the monster within
Mother you gave me forgiveness
When I became a fallen angel
Mother you held your arms out wide
When my I became lost along my dark path
I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time now
That I have carried you in my heart
Alongside that which guides my soul

The bomb has been ticking since I can remember

Eyes torn wide as children are taught games of fear

Chink eyed devils from across the great red sea

Come to take moms and pops jobs that we hold so dear

 I hear little jimmy talk of how his grandfather fought in Nam

Standing tall murdering village children thought Viet Cong

Proud Americans watch the little black boys robbing Chinese deliveries                  

It’s ok, because they aren’t human and they don’t belong

Or at least that’s what ads of our futuristic Chinese rulers show

Brought on by clapping students thinking they are in Transformers 3

Don’t worry it’s just what another responsible thing the Tea Party has to say

We aren’t fascists just race baiting bigots who want to be free

Now that the lines have been separated, Black and White are still the norm

We can place the rest of red, yellow, and tan crayons to the back of the box

 Cause when the railroads do not need more victims of forgotten slavery

Coolies with ancient Chinese secrets to wipe the dirt from rich white socks

Passing down haunting memories, reminding us of the perpetual foreigner

It is OK that paper sons never existed and the exclusion of a race was a fairy tale

The scenes have been set through guns aimed inward for your protection at Manzanaar

Cause this ticking has been going on for a long time and this bomb will be without fail

We watch them debate over how to screw the sheep

Yes Obama, Boehner and the rest of the pig farmers are all in session

It’s not a matter of bidding for the lobbyist assassins anymore

Cause the death of the Middle class comes in the form of the next Great depression

Ah, yes I have told my fellow lubed up, hardworking, unskilled comrades

I really hope they serve some cream of potato in the soup kitchen

Because nothing else weathers the cold hard welfare winters

Like a hand me down bowl of soup and a suicidal debt affliction

Because we will have no one else to blame but ourselves

The American people picked the great black minority hope

With the mythical legendary belief that he was not there to lie us

Yes don’t tell me you didn’t buy into the free sample of dope

Because remember our addiction to the oncoming poverty

Is a motherfucking, god given, flag waving choice

So what, that most Americans are so ill informed about the system

That we keep throwing money into a void that absorbs the common voice  

Yes, I like so many others that are angered by the campaigning media blitz

Of our over privileged patsy leaders with all powerful weapons of mass confusion

May not understand all the information that only partially been given to us

And yes the road is not brick or gold, just a yellowish piss and bullshit fusion

Cause the great OZ on the Panasonic box tells us all is ok

No time to click your heels against the thick red tape of our economic downfall

This is only surpassed by a mix of blame game and reality television

And yes get ready for four more years of screaming at the wall

Sipping on what seemed like life itself

Whiskey dreams enticed this Asian tongue

As though the drunks at their Irish pubs had it cornered

An appreciation for forgetting the sorrows and dreams

Because yellow man turned red face was not a reflection

Of Psycho turned dictator offering up his peoples future                                

It is just this young man’s foolish way to prove bravery

In the face of imminent danger, brought down by his oppressed

Middle class, never worked in a field forgotten socialist dreams

But now in an information age filled by sobering realities,

 I wonder is it that sweet taste of courage

Or the outright enraged serum of truth

The simple fact that I drank to forget regrets

Bitter and sour nights these intoxicated lifetimes of shame

That I could not truly comprehend the empathy

Which offers me not answers but truly gives way to questions

Cause there is no future at the end of the glass

Trading up addiction only to find that my people

Still lurk the dens of the new government opiate

Welfare and media like all pushers dictate for the rich

Now and as always I watch you sleep being slowly poisoned   

Deeper you fall from the reach of my screams

Hoping and grasping that one of you may reach out

Smash your fists upon the glass bars that imprison us

Shatter their illusions placed upon your eyes

Because we are not the sheep from which they prey

Children shall not hide from the government which they elected

The wolves will cower at the deafen roar

Of the march of the will of the people

We shall wake up from this nightmare and dreams will become fate

We shall Fight! We shall win! We shall show the will of the people!