Wake up fool!! Your trapped in the prison of your own disbelief.
Hideous half-decomposed ghosts
Make their silent entry,
They contaminate the chill midnight air
With an abortive breath
And their cancerous and putrid bodies are perfumed
With the stench of death.
They dance to the tunes of demented sirens,
And encourage the slaughter of babies in distant environs.
Look how they gyrate so independent and free
Tis naught but a delirious trick
Of their alienated mentality.
And in these educational mausoleums
Where they fashion cerebral tools,
I hear the clownish laughter
Of mongrel dogs and professional fools.
Here they try to force-feed me their Greek liturgy
And leave my spirit puking and writhing in agony
Desperately searching for their illusive liberty.
Meanwhile from these academic abattoirs
Are spawned society's ruled,
Violence masquerading as love
Is the art in which they are schooled,
And sanctioned by the state
This army of educated souls
Flushes our collective sanity
Down their stained toilet-bowels.
Eagerly becoming one of the exclusive members
Selling body and soul,
To the prostituted business suited
Cut-throat pugilists,
Enslaved in an evil fraternity
Complacently content in soporific slumber
Their mind and body
Has been torn asunder.
But once reawakened they coil like cobras
Religiously erect and poised to plunder foreign saratogas.
And in the jungle the peasants toil
With broken backs,
Their fingers gnarled and twisted
Clutching over-filled jute sacks.
There in the clearing stands the Natural Guard
They bayonet and dismember
Women giving birth
To children who will never surrender.
And so the industrial-military complex
Continues to destroy,
Whatever we feel and whatever we employ.
And the T.V. lies
Its glow so serene
Bludgeoning our reality
And poisoning our dreams.
And society's strangling vision
Finds strength only in your blindness,
And values the Tantalus grip
Over and above
The mammillae embrocation
Of human kindness.
And under the neon signs of alienation
Love becomes subject to falsification,
And like a contagious sickness
It imprisons my head,
Whilst I share the warmth
Within your solitary bed
Love's been crucified
With sacrificial penetrations
And the bloody wounds
Of our mutual lacerations
Stains the white sheets red
Come share a relationship
For absence is the only reward for a brief apprenticeship
So drink deep
Oh child of Modern Time
For far in the distant ancestral hills
Death doth chime
And in the insect black starred night sky
Jupiter sucks the Devil's goat dry
Till naught but vapors
Inhabit your cornucopia
Poetry by Firehawk
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Written on 2005-09-28 at 02:27
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CORNUCOPIA
Behold this Façade surrounding me,Hideous half-decomposed ghosts
Make their silent entry,
They contaminate the chill midnight air
With an abortive breath
And their cancerous and putrid bodies are perfumed
With the stench of death.
They dance to the tunes of demented sirens,
And encourage the slaughter of babies in distant environs.
Look how they gyrate so independent and free
Tis naught but a delirious trick
Of their alienated mentality.
And in these educational mausoleums
Where they fashion cerebral tools,
I hear the clownish laughter
Of mongrel dogs and professional fools.
Here they try to force-feed me their Greek liturgy
And leave my spirit puking and writhing in agony
Desperately searching for their illusive liberty.
Meanwhile from these academic abattoirs
Are spawned society's ruled,
Violence masquerading as love
Is the art in which they are schooled,
And sanctioned by the state
This army of educated souls
Flushes our collective sanity
Down their stained toilet-bowels.
Eagerly becoming one of the exclusive members
Selling body and soul,
To the prostituted business suited
Cut-throat pugilists,
Enslaved in an evil fraternity
Complacently content in soporific slumber
Their mind and body
Has been torn asunder.
But once reawakened they coil like cobras
Religiously erect and poised to plunder foreign saratogas.
And in the jungle the peasants toil
With broken backs,
Their fingers gnarled and twisted
Clutching over-filled jute sacks.
There in the clearing stands the Natural Guard
They bayonet and dismember
Women giving birth
To children who will never surrender.
And so the industrial-military complex
Continues to destroy,
Whatever we feel and whatever we employ.
And the T.V. lies
Its glow so serene
Bludgeoning our reality
And poisoning our dreams.
And society's strangling vision
Finds strength only in your blindness,
And values the Tantalus grip
Over and above
The mammillae embrocation
Of human kindness.
And under the neon signs of alienation
Love becomes subject to falsification,
And like a contagious sickness
It imprisons my head,
Whilst I share the warmth
Within your solitary bed
Love's been crucified
With sacrificial penetrations
And the bloody wounds
Of our mutual lacerations
Stains the white sheets red
Come share a relationship
For absence is the only reward for a brief apprenticeship
So drink deep
Oh child of Modern Time
For far in the distant ancestral hills
Death doth chime
And in the insect black starred night sky
Jupiter sucks the Devil's goat dry
Till naught but vapors
Inhabit your cornucopia
Poetry by Firehawk
Read 683 times
Written on 2005-09-28 at 02:27
Tags Anxiety
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