| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 6/22/2009 5:51:31 PM | Television blaring
roars of the crowd
reality T.V.
nothing left for imagination
For every corner
has been penetrated
each fear revealed
high on a pedestal
bleeding before you
tune me out
like the static from
that blinking screen
images of terror
bizarre situations
reality is too real
"MAKE UP"
Cover the lies
bury truth
swallow guilt
swallow me | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 6/23/2009 12:52:25 AM | Here's a poem:
I work hard every single day
Those taxes we all have to pay
They take so much out of our check
Still owe them some money aww dude what the heck?
My life is in a wreck, the system dont care about my honest plead
Working too much my arm starts to bleed
All the system does is succumb to greed
Its truly funny all they care about is their money.
Cool poem its very true and factual. I know what your going through and it sucks
I agree with you the system is corrupted, their were even times I had to prove the system wrong. Your gonna make it be strong and prove the system wrong  | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 6/23/2009 4:38:09 AM | History repeats itself
The tax which will be paid for the purpose of education is not more than the thousandth part of what will be paid to kings, priests and nobles who will rise up among us if we leave the people in ignorance.
Thomas Jefferson | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 6/24/2009 10:55:06 AM | See the man
Under the bitter moon
with the plastic grin
has no tears
Just a pen
He reads your wasted thoughts
with a sterile hand
Throws down a smile
that has no plans
There is a man who walks alone
His face never shone
His eyes you can not see
there is no need to please
face all the same
intentions never change
............jm | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 6/24/2009 10:58:44 AM | Josh Montgomery
March 31 at 11:23pm
Once I had a little game
l liked to crawl back in my brain
I think you know the game I mean
I mean the game called - "Go insane"
Now you should try this little game
Just close your eyes, forget your name
Forget the world, forget the people
This little game is fun to do
Just close your eyes, no way to lose
And I'm right here, I'm going too
Release control, we're breaking through
Way back deep into the brain
Way back past the realm of pain
Back where the faces have no name
Are these our friends?
Terrible shouts start
the journey
- Maby we should have left sooner
- Thin wire fence
in the mind
dividing the heart | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 6/25/2009 9:21:14 PM | It is far too quiet tonight.
Falling rain provides comfort.
The steady drum
Relaxes my heart
I will sleep sound tonight
For I'm much too tired
To put up a fight
And as my head pounds
my shoulders ache
longing for someone
to lay with
and listen
to the
rain fall.
For it is best heard
in love's embrace. | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 6/26/2009 7:25:22 AM | Scary thought
I hear the boom boom
start thinking of that man.
A soul that gave me
This beautiful child
Promised me the world
but I ran away.
Because I knew better
Know thyself
That's what they say
So you see there was no choice
There was no reason for me to stay.
The bullet holes in the door
Should have been a clue
But hell that just turned me on
What a stupid thing to do.
Looking back
I knew better
Looking forward
How could I have ever
Done it any differently
Things happen for a reason
We just have to wait and see...
I wait
And listen
Hoping he might come
That he musters up
enough strength
To finally see his son.
And it's a foolish fantasy
That I live every time
I hear the boom, boom going down the street
and remember when he was mine. | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 6/27/2009 6:21:26 AM | Saturday, June 27, 2009
The Subject is Me
Current mood:productively creative in my own little world
Trying to change me
Is something akin
To trying to sculpt marble
With a butter knife in your hand
So how did I get this way?
Hell, I don't know
Maybe it was all the teasing
Maybe it's my way to show
That I don't agree
With the way things are
And I think we all need
To sit down with our hearts
Describe, decide
Which side we're gonna be on
And stick to that plan
For all of our days long
But shit happens
How it does every day
Never would think it now
I won the sixth grade contest
For my anti-drug essay
But seventh grade rolled around
And 66 Mustangs came into view
Funny how a sexy car
Can totally make me come unglued...
Materialistic tendencies
That I have no way to support
Materialistic tendencies
Have left me dying in the desert
But I quench my thirst
As my hair grows long
I buckle down occasionally
Then you see the strong
Woman,
Outwardly unafraid
To walk into any room
And act like I own the place.
But I shiver inside
As I think of the night
For I am alone
With absolutely no one
To hear my thoughts race
As I try to sleep
For only in my dreams
Do I get any relief | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 6/27/2009 6:25:35 AM | lovely writing Sarah....the passion and feelings are wonderful. Guess I'll put away that butter knife though! | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 6/28/2009 8:11:57 AM | My hands and feet are not soft
But I've earned every callous
I can claim them
as my own.
The fruit of my labor
Sprawling out and attempting
To absorb the sunlight
Truth, respect, diligent waves
Simplest of pleasures
Needing no more
Help from me
or my calloused hands...
It is all mine
I did it
I made it
I created it
I have no one to blame but myself
For the sprawling vines
Had I planned things more carefully
It might have been better
but nature knows best
it sprawls and curls as it needs to
And gives me pleasure as I rest | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 6/28/2009 7:36:09 PM | Settle down
Come into my world
Let's be as one
You be my girl.
Step into the shoes
You were meant to fill
For if we're not totally intertwined
It just can't be real
Terrifying thought
A love so strong
Pentrating mountain ranges
And seas or beyond
Staying loyal just because
This person really is the one
You've always wanted
But never had
Now, to me
That doesn't sound so bad.
Because I can't see myself
Needing to be cared for
And I don't see myself
Wanting that anymore
Because financial security
And a "settled in" home
Is no longer my desire
I will always need to roam
Maybe find someone
Who feels the same
Or settle for less
And lose at my own game?!! | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 6/29/2009 8:33:56 PM | Entry for February 13, 2009
Death doesn't bother me like it did once before.
I've learned to block it out and live in complete denial
Of the things that haunt my heart.
Doesn't matter if it's real close or faraway
Death doesn't bother me like it did yesterday
I don't ever break down in fear of my son
Ending up like my daughter
tubes down her throat
cold and lifeless... the monitor went blank
Then it jiggled, when I moved her
and for one second I had some hope
That surely God did not take my angel away.
Now I see this little boy, same sweet eyes, curly hair.
He's being too quiet... do I check? No I wouldn't dare.
Because I'm afraid of finding what I did once before.
I just block it out and live in complete denial
of the things that haunt my heart.
Because you see, as I told you
Death doesn't bother me anymore. | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 7/3/2009 8:37:42 AM | Saline drops of misery
cascade down a baby face
Scarred with irresponsible choices
No one else would have made
For they are not so absorbed
In their own little world
That they refuse to see the truth
By forcing love onto a blind world
As the fireworks go off
I wonder how many more
I will have the pleasure to view
On this wondrous July Fourth
But I'm hiding and crying
And seeking the flames
Cursing over the blisters
As I dance in this game
That I have never ever
Known how to play
Because honest emotions
Must be stored away
You have to charm and swoon
And leave the love out of it
For the broken heart of hurried fantasies
Can really make you feel like shit. | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 7/6/2009 7:03:17 PM | The hallow moon
shines in the South
Beams cloaked in fog
yet I can see his mouth
Pouting
Caressing
Molding the sky
Breaking down barriers
Even the Earth can't hide
From the deepness
Felt within the eyes
Of a thousand miles
Unable to drive
Anymore truth
From this web of tears
Shining down on me
In his arms I felt no fear. | |
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| Dreams of my Father
Posted: 7/8/2009 9:24:31 AM | I've lived many places
Each one manifests in my dreams
Pieces of homes...
were they houses?
A wetbar
the flint in the creekbed
The famous four-way stop
ducks and catfish in a pond out back
They toss and tumble
Get painted with cryptic hues
I never understand fully
What I'm supposed to do
After having such dreams
You truly get no rest
Your mind is so active
You've never really slept
And I see and hear
the future of this country
I wonder why
These visions come to me
I know they are just figments
Created in my head
But they call to me
Make me think about things I've said
We'll be like the Frenchies
66% goes to THE STATE
And, just like in France
The lower 20 won't get the break
Because every ****ing institution
in this country
is designed to help the rich
They don't even pay taxes
on their taxes
Hide it in banks de la Swiss
So, there's really no point
In changing the system
Just eliminate the corruption
And let me tell you this my friend
Osama isn't going to do it
John McCain lost it with Palin
Obama's just doing what he can
To get elected once again
He didn't know how bad it was
I've been sitting here for 25 years
And it's so painfully obvious to me
That it almost brings me to tears
And the freaking hippies are too liberal
The conservatives too hard core
And the mess in the middle
Has no idea who their rooting for
So shit man
Just let it go
Maybe someday soon
We all will know
Who did it
And why
Too damn bad
So many have to die
In this process
we call government
Which surely to God
Is not Heaven sent
Deregulation
Of the purest sense
When this country is on its knees
That's when we'll see true progress | |
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| Dreams of my Father
Posted: 7/8/2009 7:39:46 PM | I used to wake up early... back when I could sleep. But I tell you my dreams are so vivid, it's hard for me to keep
a steady mind
half the time
but I manage
the treacherous climb
And spin out
Only when needed
The rest of the time
My garden is seeded
With outrageous ideas
Silly examples
Of life without a leash
That only a handful
Of souls
ever get
To truly experience
But you are one of them
And to that
I say damn
It's hard to think
Of a special enough word
That rhymes with experience
Has one ever been heard??
For in fact
No other noun nor adjective
Can explain
the experience of common lives
hard spent
On tragedy
shame
guilt and remorse
Or perhaps triumphs
Things I know a little of
So as you can see
Doesn't matter how high I be
I can keep spitting them out
Oh, no, there is no doubt
That if you listen to me rattle
You must be a bit off the saddle
And so I bid goodnight
Hope you've had a lovely time
reading the madness within my mind
See you again when the beer's flowing right... | |
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| Glittery Litter
Posted: 7/9/2009 7:35:45 PM | The styrofoam littered the creeks
White ghosts bobbing
Occasionally a drizzle of color
from a green pop bottle
Or some other litter
And I remember the water
Being thick with black
I remember the sidewalks
Being covered with trash
And needles, condoms
An occasional dollar
As I tromped through Royal Lane
Past the freaks with their collars
And the Arab-run motels
With the mold and crust galore
I wasn't allowed to walk outside
They thought I was a whore
In a way
I guess I was
Though that's hard to admit
I thought I was in love
And I still ache
For the stench
Of my homeland
I miss the proud Texans
And the way
They take a stand
Against anyone
Or anything
Alas the Yanks
Penetrated the lining
Of a sweetly southern
Happy world
Where boys were boys
Kids were kids
and you guessed it:
Girls were girls
But not in the sense
That they are in Kentucky
Because down in my homeland
If you've got a woman,
You count yourself lucky
She is not a burden
Or a thing to be controlled
Rather a treasure to be cherished
A force unique and beautiful
And I love to be protected
And I love to be worshipped
And I've been spoiled by men who did that
So anything less just won't cut it
And it doesn't matter to me
How much money you've got
I've never loved a man
For all the things he's bought
Me or my family
Lord knows I've got a plenty
But I don't want that
I just want to know you love me...
My mind runs fast
From one topic to the last
I started out with litter
Ended up with glitter
Running through my mind
Thinking of when he was mine
And how I'd love to have the time
To see him and hear his mind
But he doesn't exist
As of yet
So I'm waiting and waiting
For a love I may never get... | |
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| I took the red pill
Posted: 7/9/2009 9:39:30 PM | Maybe I should have kept the wool over my eyes
It kept out the light which is the truth
Back when I was young and naive
I thought there was a difference between democrats and republicans
I thought the cops were here to protect and serve
I thought this great country of ours was just that, great
I waved my flag and said the pledge of alligence
But now.... things have changed
I am older and awake, I cannot ignore the evil that surrounds me
My vote dosen't count, i'm voting for lucifer or bezzlebub
They told me "I'm sorry Jesus isn't running this year"
The police now take on the apperance of the KGB, they carry tasers and M-16's
I now know my history and it is repeating itself before my eyes
I see the stars and stripes and I see the land covered in blood
They say you shall know the truth and the truth shall set you free
Then freedom must be madness because i'm lossing my mind
Or maybe it is that I finally see the bars in front of me and realize I am no more free than the slaves in the cottonfields of the south.
Now the fields are the fast food joints and retail stores in my town.
They take a 1/5 of my check before the money even touches me hand.
I'm going 3 miles over the "speed limit" there is another 1/5 of my check
I pay my rent that leaves me with 150 to pay my bills and buy food
The credit card company called today saying they may take legal action aginst me
I go buy a carton of smokes they rasied the tax today, People tell me to quit I tell them I don't have the money to go get a massage or go on vacation. My vacation is a Marlboro and a six pack.I don't want to live forever. I get my news from the book of Revelations. I am a slave but at least I know it.
Somedays I just wish I wouldn't wake up other days I think of starting the Revolution, and putting a bullet right betwenn uncle sams eyes.
All I know is Jesus better hurry or I might have to meet him half way | |
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| I took the red pill
Posted: 7/11/2009 5:53:45 PM | I can feel the empty corridor within
Shedding to the floor
I ache
and moan
and pray for just one more
day with rain
a garden
yellow squash
green onions
fried, splattered
reaping my harvest
every freaking month
clockwork
should be comfort
into the abyss
I float | |
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| rambling nonsense
Posted: 7/13/2009 7:42:33 PM | A sleigh bed
I will sell the crib
blessings
every
day
of
my
life
handed to me
grand adventures
tossed around
melt like
hot oil
on the skin
of a tomato
ripe with life
drizzling down
the chin
of the one you love
seeds stick
and wash away
Simple pleasures
unsurpassed
in glory
by any amount
of tedious lies
crafted to enact
one behavior
rather than be interpreted
by those who must hear
fear of flight
fear of fancy
fear of love
joyous contempt
for those who
can't
love
a tomato
so these blessings
pass by
I mock
the bounty
and spit
in the wind
at the pleasures
I've received
as I crave
for blank
utter
disappointment
and humiliation
for only then
can I truly
hablo
a
little espanol | |
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| My Ode to Cheese
Posted: 7/15/2009 9:29:44 PM | Marvelous curds
of various textures
Doesn't matter what color
as long as it's tincture
tantalizes my tongue
with sharp hues
and sweet undertones
a waxiness
or bitter mold
Doesn't matter
if it's cottage,
cheddar, or
maybe a little Gouda
If I want a tasty snack
For the cheese I'm gonna reach-a
because it's damn good
too damn bad
it has so many hormones
and what not in it
But, I'm ignoring that
trying to buy local
and absorb the sweet bounty
Of the greatest contribution a little
bacteria and ingenuity
combined to preserve
the tasty slices of Heaven
The marvelous cheese curd. | |
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| The Church of Contradiction
Posted: 7/18/2009 8:21:19 PM | Just a song i've been working on
(Intro)
Slowing selling your soul away
Take your communion for today
(Chorus)
Take this bread this my greed, drink this wine it makes you bleed
This church you stand upon (this church of contradiction)
You sell the savior to save their souls
You rape the children of the lord
These holy men sit among this church of contradiction
Pray to these idols you call saints
The first commandment you do break
You say these mortals are worthy of worship
No man is perfect your faith is corrupt
Chorus
Waging your war in the name of god
Following this "christian" presidential fraud
God has no religon nor no sect
You kill the heathens,the infidels, but help the athiests
Chorus
Burning your crosses in sick perversion
Claiming god while you burn down the churches
Since when was white jesus ever true
He was from the middle east he was a Jew | |
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| Create Your Own Church
Posted: 7/18/2009 10:05:52 PM | Tune out all messages
Deny your inner need
To swallow any more bullshit
That the masses like to feed
To those who are hollow
To those so shallow
They know no better
Rise above the clatter
of their high-heeled world
Toes sore
from never breathing
the soil as a life source
rather than a scuff
On the soul of their miserable existence
I am a hypocrite
I could do more
rather less
less is more
In so many ways
Why didn't I shy away
Like the good girls
Who know how to play
Simple games
like heat and serve
Styrofoam
no dishes to wash
No mess to desire
But the preservatives
store things better washed away
Perhaps even film
Captures things we shouldn't see
Like the dark eyes rolling
Of that poor Iranian girl
Just out and about
And taken out of this world
For a substance so thick with poison
That it smothers our very lungs
It's solid here back home
The lives it deconstructs
And it isn't even real
Yet it blossoms and spreads its seed
The foolish mind of a treasure-crazed MAN
Green eyes flashing
The sign of greed... | |
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| Create Your Own Church - Enslaved to the System
Posted: 7/19/2009 7:47:37 PM | I blanket myself
with woven roses
then quarrel over the blood
I throw myself
Head first into the river
And cry when I cannot reach the shore
I speak before thinking
Yet think all the time
I spend many hours on reflection and rhyme
Planning and tending to
the embers of a flight
that already grew
way out of proportion
silence invades me
for I cannot say
the name of my Master
the tears flow inside
but my face is expressionless
I stretch my muscles
exercise my brain
and my heart just throbs
Selfish, ungrateful
demonstratively aroused
but unable to commence
such ramblings
with anyone else
for they have to be on my level
and not afraid to show it
driven to determine
their own futures
so very few
are there
and each one
is usually scared
so I could just give up
and do this alone
but my son does need a father
a real man to show him the world
But that scares me too
there's so much going on these days
Shouldn't even have his picture up
Have to protect him from evil ways
that I've
felt,
seen,
heard,
and scorned
Like a righteous wench
I bear this crown of thorns
detaching each
and picking my teeth
with the remains
wishing for someone
who could join me on the plane
of geometry, astronomy, biology, have we chemistry?
hard telling these days
but I'm still unafraid
For the blanket of thorns
blossoms from time to time
the sickly sweet scent of a young bloom
Cannot be duplicated I find
You must plant seeds
Tend to their needs
Water often, feed a little
And love them as my carbite bow
Hugs the steel of my fiddle.
That's me though
So I'm a flake
and totally attracted to guys
who have it all together
but they will not be distracted
by mere thorns
for in their minds they must have
the whole freaking farm
Lost
waiting
yearning
denying
myself
for
myself
but why?? | |
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| Create Your Own Church - Enslaved to the System
Posted: 7/20/2009 12:42:05 AM | sister woman
i so not understand
your fears and inhibitions
your customs and traditions
i was bred free
i choose my own devices
however crude or immature
or ignorant o f womanlore
DGC (c) 1976
DGC
She was a daughter
Of the backwoods
Deep in Nova Scotia-
Her mother taught
In one room schools
Her father played
A saw , a song, a sawn-song
She never went to school-
Fancy her acceptance
By a college far from home
....in another world.
She was the mother
Of a child prodigy
A master by his teens-
Her daughter Dx'd
S-L-O-W...retarded
(that one would be me)
The one they said
Would never speak
Fancy her acceptance
As a lacturer, pure geek!
....in another world.
I am the mother
Of a child at home
No school until his teens-
No one to tell me how
To teach or when to eat
Or what to feed or even
When to rise or sleep
We keep our dignity
Fancy our acceptance
As we tutor those who live
...in this other world.
Statistically insignificant
does not mean it is not.
The point is....your mind works the way it works for a reason. It is, however, yours...and you are freer than you think...to do...and be...and explore...and tell them all to 'stick it'.
L | |
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