Tag Archives: modern

Flag Half-Mast

Litter of trash and debris of corpses

Stench of blowflies, decay, maggots

Counting the casualties, all-in losses

With ideologies of an exorbitant rot

Pay no attention to its sickly colours

Huddle under naught but old prayers

All left unheard by those with power

Desecrating humans into scavengers

Scattered, diseased, a corrupted vein

Severed from life of a wicked system

For economy, for democracy or idiocy

Wolves in suits thirst more for insanity

The nation is mourning in bereft wails

But everyone gregariously hears to fail

And they’re too busy bickering over the sound

Of a dead country being lowered on the ground.

Advertisements

Leave a comment

Filed under Poetry

New-Wave Destroyers

Don’t believe what they say
We’re dead flies in the summertime
They leave us all behind
With duct tape scars on my honey
They don’t like who you are
You won’t like where we’ll go
Brother protect me now
With blood they wash in the money…

~*~

Strangle us with incentives of emotion

Thirst for rage and summer vacations

Of war and fear and stolen battlefields

Grenades of colour against boundaries

.

Counting all the sand on the ocean bed

Swings back and forth in bloodshot red

And artless arteries, glass shards on lips

Dangling in graves, on blasé techniques

.

Teenager heart attacks and money kiss

Smoke alarms dancing and burnt police

Screaming of trigger and severed hands

Dying sun begs us please to understand

.

A new trend of guns on cathedral steps

Torn to rubbles, a painted agonist mess

It’s no communication, just ammunition

Anarchy believers swallowed confusion

.

We taste metal like eating nine inch nails

As the remedy is waning away our scales

We love the feeling that you get as you die

So let’s just have some fucking fun tonight!

~*~

You don’t believe in God
I don’t believe in luck
They don’t believe in us
But I believe we’re the enemy!
Destroya! Destroya! Destroya!
Destroya! Destroya! Destroya!
Against the sun we’re the enemy!

Leave a comment

Filed under Poetry

Freaks & Geeks

Concrete dream (hey!)
I’m gonna make a scene
The radio, covered in gasoline
Sleeping in reverse and
Everybody’s bouncing off the walls…

~*~

Don’t blink twice

History repeats itself

There’s fire on the ice

And on anarchic wealth

The freaks are loose

Let’s make a stupid bet

I’m talking nonsense

A secret alphabet

There’s rocks in our pockets

And concrete in our feet

We’re sinking faster

Than the fucking Titanic

We creeps crawl along

And knock at your doors

But open up please

We won’t be a religion bore

We’re weirdos of nature

Here to instill ideologies now

Hell, what you got to lose?

Earth’s screwed anyhow

The darker prospects

Of their patriotic riot mage

And skyscrapers falling

A catastrophic mobile rage

A screaming memory

Of the blackout and blitz

Punk rockers sing

For the revolver misfits

A thousand cries

Of a silent conspiracy

The stereo blasting news

For a planet gone crazy

There’s no future, no promise

No talk of change

Only soul selling compromise

And cold spare change

We live in troubled times

No emotion of fair

Everyone’s hurrying up

To beat the queue on Times Square

In an infected world

So few refuse contagion

We are the soldiers of sanity

Without a metal weapon

Bleeding from the wreckage

Inhaling poison gasses

But they won’t kill the geeks

We’ll save the masses

We won’t start the revolution

We sure as hell ain’t a final solution

But we’re the modern paranoia

And we will infect you with hysteria.

~*~

‘Cause it’s all that I want
And I want to be free
I got Satan riding next to me
‘Cause we’re all bloody freaks
And we’ll give you the creeps
Chasing fireflies and zeroes…

Leave a comment

Filed under Poetry

The Calumniation of John Smith and Jane Doe

Let me tell you a story about a boy and a girl
A very different version than you’ve ever heard
Okay, so I’m lying, but all I’m trying to say
This isn’t about the one that got away…

~*~

Let me tell you a story

Of a boy and a girl

One who killed the sunset

The other’s feet curled

Both watched wretched stars

Crash with meteor showers

They licked nectar of the gods

And elucidated powers

Win the matriarchal anarchy

Of the obstreperous race

And the boy and the girl

Were the mascots and the face

And they chased popularity

Like spiders on a web

And anyone who gets caught

Will be devoured and dead

She was the queen bee

He was the screaming lion

They ruled the concrete jungle

With a fist as hard as iron

They solved society’s code

And clambered on other people

With sharp knives and wits

They reached the highest steeple

Forever staying to indulge

Lounging in pecksniffian glam

The boy and girl found bliss

Amidst avariciousness and scams

But their leniency evolved

And the bridges under restless

They began to grow tired

Of withholding the masses

And so their bullets ricocheted

Their crown jewels glinted

Crowds pulled them by their hairs

To obtain what they needed

It turned bloody and carnage

Habituated from vicious attacks

Their downfall shall climax

With a clean suicide pact

The boy with his revolver gun

The girl with her noose and razor

Sitting by the burning castle

“Let’s end this now together.”

But it doesn’t finish that easily

They both survived the dare

He missed his brain by inches

She bled, but only paled fair

One ended up in a hospital ER

Comatose for his existence

The other was thrown in jail cell

To waste away and lose sense

The girl escapes, mad rambling

With some floss and a bent spoon

The boy sleeps, she pulls the plug

“This will all be over soon.”

And this story doesn’t end

With a wedding and happiness

In this version, one gets killed

By the other one’s duress

Let me tell you a story

Of a stupid boy and a foolish girl

This modern Adam and Eve fable

Is no fairy tale for the sober.

~*~

Watch it from your ivory tower
Paint the sky grey, like a coward
How long you’ve got?
I can go on for hours
A sweet little tale that ended sour
My words will ring in your ears…

Leave a comment

Filed under Poetry

Street Rage Youth and Genocide Games

If you wanted to set me free
Why the fuck wouldn’t
You say something?
See, I was just over seventeen
May the poison set me free…

~*~

They denied us of sane

I reached for a gold gun

As the aisled preachers

Tried to stop me and ran

This is street rage rising

Against the tidal rivalries

And the jilted best friends

Stalk past crosses calvary

Cherry bombs, acne skins

Vans with USA flag prints

Anarchists for conformity

Stupid stunts within stints

Psychopaths cried to bed

Loners waiting to be wed

Doctors sick in their head

Politicians with tapes red

Modern anxiety attacking

Oedipal boy, daddy issues

Basketball rounds, on ice

Plastic surgery in fissures

And on the autumn quarter

Kids learn to taste their kill

Selling mother and fathers

For pleasure, lies, and swill

Drugs on NC-17 nightclubs

Hookers choked on fishnet

Stockings, five AM Jack D’s

On the backdoor of the bet

Watching black/white films

Drive-in theatres for a thrill

Choke on popcorn and lies

Both buttery, slippery skills

Screwing in elevator shafts

Driving to underage parties

Crashing, fatalities smiling

A nowhere road trip leased

It sucked the peppermints

Right out of their ideology

As shirts ballooned away

And lost their own gravity

Mutilated wrists, it is the

Latest fashion statement

Eyeliners and fermenting

Of vomit on the pavement

Paint Mona Lisa in frowns

Losing control and sanity

Lives on the murder scene

Polaroid deaths they tally

Burn down houses for fun

Destroy the place they call

Home, kiss the pendulum

Razor, and it began to fall

Communists and yankees

Alike, line up for the show

Of a cannibalistic society

And idled massacre glow

I’m the leader of parading

Onto the suicidal carnival

Lines of Peter Piper past

And lead souls genocidal

To their ultimate demises

Of convulsions and blood

May cyaniding be painless

Of earthquakes and flood

But I won’t regret burying

The casualties with graves

Nameless stones careless

Of the foolish youth’s rage

On propane hearts I stand

Swim on oceans of spikes

And the blood on my hands…

Shit, I hate what it tastes like.

~*~

Oh no, please don’t abandon me
Mother, father, I love you so
But this is just me disguised as me
I’m the killer who burned your home
This home! What the fuck is a home?
This is the street youth rising up!

Leave a comment

Filed under Poetry

The Rally of the Privileged Cynics

The semantics, the politics

The frustration of first class society

The arithmetic, quite septic

The planet to self-destroy humanity

What a bother, the chatter

We’re all fucked, it’s all in your head

Why does it even matter?

Let’s just burn down the world instead.

1 Comment

Filed under Poetry