Enslave the different covertly
Build new prisons prolifically
Slavery is big industry
Enforced servitude revisited
Profiting off human suffering done easily
The second class relish in poverty
They are devoid of proper propriety
The have-nots don’t deserve life's delicacies
Can’t you see?
There is no moral penalty
Only pockets brimming with monies
Don’t scoff and sneer in disdain!
Status quo unchanged
The haves are providing a charity
Shelter and food are a gift
Not a callous penalty
Preserve the elite’s plight
The homogenized reek of conventional strife
throw away the jailer’s key
Imprison the different
People who resemble me
Free thinking begets debased penalties
Unforgetable barbaric whippings
Drop to your knees
Take your lashings
Or be lynched
Left dangling from a red oak tree
Naked back expose past revolts
Wounds scarred over bespeak tales of repulse
Cat-o-nine tips tear through hardened skin
Blood pools beneath tortured feet akin
Deceptive I am not
Authentic I am
Put my beliefs through a noose
Choke out my values with society’s self-righteous knot
I remain silent, as the whip screams
Body destroyed, but mind remains keen
Conscience rendered undisturbed
Die on the feet and not on the knees--perturbed
I am string-less
Quasi-conformist out of social convenience
Beat into indifference, yet remain maskless
There is no common thread between us
A societal clone I will never be
warehoused, caged, beaten while incarcerated
I will remain comfortably enveloped in transparency
Unadulterated, pure, and spiritually free
Saturday, September 5, 2009
outKast
Outcasts are habitually marginalized
Forced to obey hallow standards moralized
Aberrant behaviors pathologized
Constrained in a cell to be psychologically terrorized
Strapped to a bed in four-points to be legally narcotized
Imprisoned for life--institutionalized
Society left distilled, bland, sterilized
Forced to obey hallow standards moralized
Aberrant behaviors pathologized
Constrained in a cell to be psychologically terrorized
Strapped to a bed in four-points to be legally narcotized
Imprisoned for life--institutionalized
Society left distilled, bland, sterilized
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Cognition vs Emotion
It is dreadfully paralyzing having an overtly sensitive and debauched limibic system that vainly robs me of the use of personal cognitive faculties. I feel like I’m in a constant state of absent-mindedness, operating in lizard-brain mode: emotions untamed, cognitions retarding in squalor.
And yet, nothing appears to satiate my emotional strife into a semblance of reason-rife functionality. My emotions are either flailing down the dark canals of my bowels or are uncomfortably glued to the back of my throat, leaving my stomach in a perpetual state of distress and my breath smelling like bilious, undigested complacency.
Helplessly, I feel utterly bereft of all remedies to resolve this emotional overwhelmness. I’ve futilely changed the way I think, changed my belief system, and changed my expectations of the world, myself, and others in the past, but cognitive dissonance reigns supreme, giving my emotions sovereignty over my spent cogntive processess.
If my heart and mind continue to live in oppositional chaos, as separate rival entities, in riotous disharmony, my outlook is morbidly bleak.
Positive, rational change is in dire needed. This malevolent discord between faculties has to resolve. Cognition and Emotion need to dance in harmony in order to achieve the smallest morsel of personal happiness, contentment, and peace.
And yet, nothing appears to satiate my emotional strife into a semblance of reason-rife functionality. My emotions are either flailing down the dark canals of my bowels or are uncomfortably glued to the back of my throat, leaving my stomach in a perpetual state of distress and my breath smelling like bilious, undigested complacency.
Helplessly, I feel utterly bereft of all remedies to resolve this emotional overwhelmness. I’ve futilely changed the way I think, changed my belief system, and changed my expectations of the world, myself, and others in the past, but cognitive dissonance reigns supreme, giving my emotions sovereignty over my spent cogntive processess.
If my heart and mind continue to live in oppositional chaos, as separate rival entities, in riotous disharmony, my outlook is morbidly bleak.
Positive, rational change is in dire needed. This malevolent discord between faculties has to resolve. Cognition and Emotion need to dance in harmony in order to achieve the smallest morsel of personal happiness, contentment, and peace.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
writhing in madness
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Screams from upstairs echo and penetrate the roach-infested walls
now they are fucking concerned
that bitch needs to stop her bawl
minutes pass
after the blast
people crowding in the hall
I wake but I'm faint
hands full of blood
drenched in Death's paint
Feelings of failure begins to churn
the bullet in my chest starts to burn
maybe Death passed me up
because I tired to end my live before my fucking turn
I clutch my splintered memories tautly...
waiting impatiently for the heart stopping blow...
hoping to die or somehow for the pain to let go...
No such luck...
thoughts of futility relentlessly reappear...
Screams from upstairs echo and penetrate the roach-infested walls
now they are fucking concerned
that bitch needs to stop her bawl
minutes pass
after the blast
people crowding in the hall
I wake but I'm faint
hands full of blood
drenched in Death's paint
Feelings of failure begins to churn
the bullet in my chest starts to burn
maybe Death passed me up
because I tired to end my live before my fucking turn
I clutch my splintered memories tautly...
waiting impatiently for the heart stopping blow...
hoping to die or somehow for the pain to let go...
No such luck...
thoughts of futility relentlessly reappear...
a romantic date
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
agonizingly ready and emotionally disemboweled...
I'm prepared to throw in the blood-crusted towel...
not in a rush, I sit here disillusioned and hurt to death....
feeling ever more cursed than blessed....
thoughts of suicide begin showering my face with temporary glee....
until society trespassed and got a glimpse of my treacherous soul...
which reflected emotional poverty...
empty, useless, stained like an outhouse's toilet bowl...
the blood in my decrepit veins begins to chill...
constantly regretting the fact that during my short life I have never killed...
Now, my hideous heart beats with shame and guilt for committing such inactions...
which is unrelenting and fails to cease...
Thus, I put my melancholic life in the devil's hand
and deftly load my 'piece.'
Much time has elapsed, and I'm ready to do the deed...
So, I pull the trigger...
dropping my limp carcass to it's cowardly knees
the humiliation and horror, however, doesn't seem to remit...
like before my despicable corpse hit the ground...
the world mocked my suicide with a disdainful, pitiless frown
fuck 'em...
agonizingly ready and emotionally disemboweled...
I'm prepared to throw in the blood-crusted towel...
not in a rush, I sit here disillusioned and hurt to death....
feeling ever more cursed than blessed....
thoughts of suicide begin showering my face with temporary glee....
until society trespassed and got a glimpse of my treacherous soul...
which reflected emotional poverty...
empty, useless, stained like an outhouse's toilet bowl...
the blood in my decrepit veins begins to chill...
constantly regretting the fact that during my short life I have never killed...
Now, my hideous heart beats with shame and guilt for committing such inactions...
which is unrelenting and fails to cease...
Thus, I put my melancholic life in the devil's hand
and deftly load my 'piece.'
Much time has elapsed, and I'm ready to do the deed...
So, I pull the trigger...
dropping my limp carcass to it's cowardly knees
the humiliation and horror, however, doesn't seem to remit...
like before my despicable corpse hit the ground...
the world mocked my suicide with a disdainful, pitiless frown
fuck 'em...
indigestion
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Indifference replaces
Apathy embraces
wasting in a melancholic disgrace
No energy left to triumph over the strife
Suicide promises refuge from this deplorable plight
head bruised
Heart torn
I slit my wrist and
let the blood pour
Life seeps from my veins
Self-murder committed in vain
double locked the door
Blood pooling
Saliva drooling
Blood floods the floor
Body found two days late
Heart uprooted
Served on a cold plate
Dinner is served
A delectable feast you don't deserve
Licking your lips in a crazed bliss
keen to the crumbs
making sure nothings remiss
Indifference replaces
Apathy embraces
wasting in a melancholic disgrace
No energy left to triumph over the strife
Suicide promises refuge from this deplorable plight
head bruised
Heart torn
I slit my wrist and
let the blood pour
Life seeps from my veins
Self-murder committed in vain
double locked the door
Blood pooling
Saliva drooling
Blood floods the floor
Body found two days late
Heart uprooted
Served on a cold plate
Dinner is served
A delectable feast you don't deserve
Licking your lips in a crazed bliss
keen to the crumbs
making sure nothings remiss
incoherent ramblings...
Outlaw Outsider Outcast
....
Defying convention
Aberrant minded
Classes divided
Valued on prejudicial conditions
....
Villains Vultures Vipers
....
Fraudulent Clergy
Crooked Solicitation
Government embraces perjury
Suffering packaged for exploitation
....
Mongrel Menace Miscreant
....
On my bloody feet
Not on my polished knees
Unconquerably I stand straight
Redemption rendered by mythical fee
....
Psychology Psyche Personality
....
Washed by blood
Ethically vext
Morally adored
Incongruent thoughts deplored
....
Defying convention
Aberrant minded
Classes divided
Valued on prejudicial conditions
....
Villains Vultures Vipers
....
Fraudulent Clergy
Crooked Solicitation
Government embraces perjury
Suffering packaged for exploitation
....
Mongrel Menace Miscreant
....
On my bloody feet
Not on my polished knees
Unconquerably I stand straight
Redemption rendered by mythical fee
....
Psychology Psyche Personality
....
Washed by blood
Ethically vext
Morally adored
Incongruent thoughts deplored
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