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Puppets

Look at this perfect puppets,
Their perfect masks,
Their perfect body,
Their perfect feelings,
Their perfect life,
Everything is broken!
Look at this broken puppets,
Their broken masks,
Their broken body,
Their broken feelings,
Their broken life,
Everything is perfect!

RipHearken not to the words
Of the beauteous, ungodly saint,
Or linger like a swimmer
In coagulating paint.

Sharpest nails scrape the night.
Perfect cuticles in your day dreams.

Torn innocence.
Has all been lost?

There are many things that may be found,
Like insects, wormlings
But that sound...
It infiltrates the sodden ground
To penetrate the coffin bound.

The saint sings on,
Drowning out Nirvana.
So beauteous
yet so ungodly.

Tinkling notes can fill my soul,
but won’t touch it
never touches

Have no illusions
- What you cannot attain
Never truly leaves.

Our RealmAs far as I am aware of
And to the extent of my limited understanding
It is human nature to want to be right at all times
If this can be applied to all people
We can assume that from humanity arises two frames of mind
They are as follows:
Those that change their views to reflect their surroundings
And
Those that alter their surroundings to reflect their views

As far as I am aware of
And to the extent of my limited understanding
We live in a fragile realm that abides by its own rules
We who live in this realm are forever subject to these rules
Breaking these rules seems to be a futile effort
Ignoring these rules seems to lead to certain peril

Welcome HomeWelcome home
Never left.
Breath laced with dust of sales,
Turn up the thermostat

Welcome home
We know it’s safe no matter what they say.
Those who digress: for money –
No contention

Welcome home
Our attack, defense –
minuscule, immense.
It’s different, what we do –

Welcome home.
Fix all we lack
with money, cash and power
or clear the way for others

Welcome home,
Here we are and here we will remain
as the image fills the frame
Script and scene, to entertain –

Welcome home.
Hollow eyes
lobotomized for scripted speech:
Honored, glamorized are each

Here we are, with poison speak
Starts to creak on axis.

ConfidenceAs far as I am aware of
And to the extent of my limited understanding
There exist two frames of mine that polarize one another
These are the states of being of feeling either special or insignificant
Most would claim that these states of being are completely separate
However I propose an alternate approach:
That we are simultaneously special as well as insignificant

As far as I am aware of
And to the extent of my limited understanding
It is important to feel special as well as insignificant at the same time
On the smaller scale we have our free will, deep thoughts as well as our complex emotions
On the larger scale the world is completely in

BlindedSome say that stars rise, but
Lucifer was a morning star,
And he fell, as we all know;
Fell and fell til he hit
The ground, dazed and numb,
Swallowing his raging words.

He now rises to the dais, nervous
Worried, questioning, doubting
What he is about to do,
Rightfully so. We will learn
To hate him for this day.

His words thunder like a
Teautonic nightmare, viking
Storms, raging across the world.

He sees himself as a god, an
Aryan dream, but light - be it
Good or bad, is not darkness,
And so light will crowd out all
Else, burning, blinding, scalding.

And this is the legacy he left us
Left us hated for what he
Forced us to do, they cry, bu

Human CostsCells we divide now divide our masses
One becomes two, God help us.
Don't you dare question what
Science has deemed is good for us -
Things never were this complicated before.

The human costs of cloning, they claim,
Are morally repellant. Slogans yelled,
Placards raised against a nameless enemy
One we will never fully understand, nor
Hope to, they clam. Pitiful. Shameful.

Absorb our eyes, skin, the feel
Of rain, sensations, broken, absurd.
We comment, socially, societally, upon
The biology of our technology, but never
Do we consider what we ourselves say.

Lost upon our nameless sea of guilt,
Pentagrams repeated 'cross our skies, burned

Now, dear children, pay attentionNow, dear children, pay attention:
Monsters and Daemons rule the world!
Their names are Society and Conformity.
They slice your heart with their rules.
They drink your blood, your tears!
They love to kill your personality!
They inject poison in your veins
through their bitch: TeleVison!
Now, dear children, pay attention:
They want you to be polite!
They want you to be trendy!
They want you to be beautiful!
They want you to follow their (crazy) rules!
They want you to act normal!
But what normality is?
And what do you really want?
Now, dear children, pay attention:
I am the the Artist,
and I have a gift for you:
ART!
Use it to destroy your Monsters!
Use it to destroy your Daemons!
Use it to be yourselves!
Use it to be free!!!

E. I'm Mad as Hell and I'm Not Going to Take it AnThe entertained are weak minded. I'm starting to think maybe we're addicted to entertainment. Feeling sad and low? Hard day at work? A little stressed? - First thing we collectively do is find the

couch and turn on the TV.

No doubt, a marvelous piece of equipment... but there's a screaming child inside of you that wants to stay up late, want to see just five more minutes....! Inject me right here, gimme five minutes

of E.

Ooooooh, I lay down, mind somewhere else, time passing by, doing laps around me like I'm stoned stupid. E, it's so damn good, it'll make you stupid..

It'll make you stupid for hours, it'll make you stupid for a lifetime

Blinded By FaithBlinded By Faith

At the dawn of man
He questioned his world
How did he come to be?
Mythology grew at a pace
Ritual becomes a method of control
Men of power use it to force their will

Blinded by faith
You justify the hate
Religion fuelling bloodshed
In a holy war
It’s God v God
But only man will lose

Huddled over scriptures
The holy man spreads the lies
In those sacred halls
Common sense fears to tread
People flock to hear the word
Leave your brain at the door

As science fills in the puzzle
Of how it all began
You fear you’ll lose your grip
When we have no need for God
So you brainwash your children
That to question faith is w

All die kleinen Tode...All die kleinen Tode, die wir sterben, für die es keine Gräber gibt.
Das Trauertragen abgeschafft.
Zelebrieren wir das Stanzen nach neuen Schablonen.
Einzigartigkeit als Makulatur.
für die Brennöfen der Drehbuchautoren einer feinen Welt.
Kaum, dass wir sehen lernen,
fressen sich alltagstaugliche Masken in unsere Gesichter
bis wir verschmelzen-
Wenn wir lange genug in den Spiegel starren glauben wir es sogar.
Wir brauchen keine Zukunftsvisionen
wir produzieren bereits Maschinen
Ich renne, denn ich bin ausrangiert
der letzte Trauergast
der Tränen kennt

starface skull
is loose
center of wrong
the thrum
of the singular
nerve
+ skin around
the eyes
and in them
the internal distortion
of etched images
with interlocked
sensory reality
/overload

WeltenspielerWer verstehen will muss sich das Menschsein einverleiben.
Ein Abendmahl auf sterbender Muttererde
Aus Schläuchen trinke ich euer Blut, gierig aus den Herzkammern…wie Schatzkammern
Mit Zähnen reiße ich das Fleisch heraus
Und knabbere an morschen Knochen wie an DNA-Strängen
Und ihr glaubt ihr hättet euch domestiziert-
Ich bin das Tier…

Und schön bin ich dann,
dass ich reihenweise Herzen breche und lache
und eloquent,
dass ich an Herrscherpulten goldene Lügen auswerfe
und unersättlich,
dass ich die Erde mit Kapitalismus tränke

ich bin der Weltenspieler

SensesI see her beauty.
I hear her song.
I taste her food.
I smell her perfume.
I feel kissed.

I see her mask.
I hear her cries.
I taste her alcohol.
I smell her cigarettes.
I feel high.

I see his strength.
I hear his tales.
I taste his sweat.
I smell his musk.
I feel embraced.

I see his bravado.
I hear his whines.
I taste his angst.
I s

Running with wolves.I run with novelty wolves
rainbow pelts and ravage intentions
hindsight is Mad dog 20/20
So keep your firefly eyes off of me

Hiding in cupboards, Playing in interstate jungles
We'll emerge to catch our victims
Savage in the moonlight, killers
puppets in the daylight, toys

Everywhere I look mirrors fogs
with ash and bubbling fire
if you think we're loners, fighters
than shit you've got it wrong

We are Wolves! Carnivores!
partying at gas stations.
Coconut tobacco scarred knees
Head full of smoke, resin trees

Tonight will carry such a lovely jamboree
quick as rain on rubbertarp roofing
At dusk amid the drunken scene
A new wolf would lead.

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In Remembrance

by ~kuroinami, Sep 10, 2006, 9:23:41 PM
Literature / Poetry / Sociopolitical / Free Verse

Five years ago my life, my world, changed.
Has it really been that long
Since their screams filled the air?
Have five long years really passed
Since lives were snuffed out,
Some in an instant of unbelieving horror
Others in an agonizing torture
Of waiting and hoping for help not to come

Wounds so old seem so fresh
What those people did
I don’t understand why
I cannot comprehend
Its just too hard
I ask myself time and again
What has happened to us?
All I know is that we have fallen.

We have fallen
Will we ever be able to right ourselves?

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Five years ago today.

We will always remember Sept. 11, 2001.

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~strawberrygirl Oct 2, 2008

I was in art class...someone came to the door with a message for the teacher but she wasn't allowed to tell us. You could tell something had gone wrong though... Apparently I wasn't actually supposed to go to my afternoon class that day. My science class was at another school and they didn't really want us to go, but no one told us so we went anyway. We ended up spending that whole class period on the computers watching the news sites....

~kuroinami Oct 10, 2008 Hobbyist Writer

I saw it as it was happening. They had one picture up on MSN. I thought it was a movie, and so moved on to what I was supposed to be doing.

~Lawren Dec 16, 2006 Hobbyist Writer

I wish I had read this on september 11th, then it would have meant more... as it is, thinking about that day(and to this day I remember exactly where I was, and what I was doing when those events took place) almost brings tears to my eyes... is that weird...

~kuroinami Dec 16, 2006 Hobbyist Writer

I as well remember exactly where I was. I was in the computer lab at school, researching a paper for english. I went to msn.com and saw a picture of an explosion in a building. I thought it was a movie that was being made. It had to be...

~jeannie64 Oct 1, 2006 Professional Writer

yea i feel for those who lost on that horrific day hon xxj

~kuroinami Oct 1, 2006 Hobbyist Writer

Yeah...

~jeannie64 Oct 2, 2006 Professional Writer

cool xxj

~ElManta Sep 30, 2006

-shudder- yes...that....well....i'm not saying i think it was right or good or anything like that, but i didn't think that much of it....

~kuroinami Sep 30, 2006 Hobbyist Writer

Its because you're in a different country, dear. If you were here in America, it would have had a much more profound affect on you. It was litterally the ripping away of all our feelings of safety and security.

~ElManta Oct 1, 2006

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