Posts Tagged death

White Tubes

May 21, 2008 at 4:05 pm · Filed under Misc. Poems ·Tagged , , , , , , ,

Take a bite out of the little…
White Tube

Take a bite out of the middle…
SUPER GLUE

Wash your face
And look at your eyes
In the mirror

You’re looking dead – looking on the run
From something
This is terror

Walk into the restaurant
At the table sits suspicious looks
And distrust

They want to take something from you
Something important
16 is the minimum – but why do you ask?

The ones you love are seeking to take it
Away, away, away
For your own good?

Pharmacies and garages and haunted mansions
Mirrors and white tubes
SUPER GLUE

Something much worse
Your running through gardens and rivers
Trying to get
Away, away, away

It’s all useless at the end of the day
When the pupils dilate
You never die late.

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Rejection

March 15, 2008 at 11:50 am · Filed under Journal typed things, Misc. Poems ·Tagged , , , , , , , , , ,

Rejection =

The punch that knocks you out of the ring.

Rejection =

Laughing as it stares upon it’s many killings.

Rejection =

The back that turns; the voice that’s forever saying NO

Rejection =

The beast with whom to hell you must go.

Who can you trust,

When your friends always lie?

They either look at you in pity,

Or they pray you will die.

The ones who open up to you,

Later make you feel enclosed.

Rejection =

The trap that lies within our souls.

Eternally deserted.

Wrapped in deceit.

Rejection =

Keeps you crawling in the dirt.

Then swallows you whole.

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Die for your country, sucker

January 19, 2008 at 7:48 pm · Filed under Misc. Poems, Politics ·Tagged , , , , , , , , ,

Die for your country
It’s ever so heroic
Noble and valiant
And don’t you know it?

Die for your country
In precious dignity
Bleeding to death slowly
For your wonderful king

To perish slowly and in agony
For a false cause
To die for the sole reason
Of getting some oil

Die for your country
It will make you a star
To kill for some fascists
While they watch you being massacred
Or blown to smithereens
While they watch you get shot
Merely to buy them fast cars and mansions for them and their queens

Die for your country
Murder for the king
You’ll be a not-so-living legend
Just you wait and see
Once you’ve been dehumanized
Brainwashed and put through misery
People will love you
Or will they call you a coward?

According to the warmongers
They’ll be ever so proud
Once they’re holding wads of blood-money
Thanks to your sorry ass

You’ll go down in history
Once you’ve died for the bourgeoisie
For they’re sick killing spree
For them it’s just a sport
A barbaric sport to say the least

So, make your decision
What will you do?
Will you join the homicidal jihad
Or be a real hero
And live, flourish, prosper and grow
And not go do their dirty work
They’re illegal wars of corruption
Fight for something worthwhile
Fight against this unjust, political disease

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