Layer CakePeeling back pieces of history to find the boy I used to be…Layer Cake2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
So much has changed, but I feel the same.
I seek sanctuary in the imagination of the man I have become.
But it all feels empty and numb.
I scour the night, eyes unadjusted and pupil’s enflamed.
I can feel my blood as it flows, each pulse blackening my vision
each thump deepening, burrowing deeper into my chest.
Headrush, blocking out all thoughts that irrationally flood my mind.
Too many, so that I keep drawing a blank.
Disconnected from my own reality.
… Who is this man that lacks conviction and desire.
Where is the confidence that could stare thro
BlindAny pure ideology realizedBlind28 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
is a disaster
Like all things in reality that are successful
they are a mix of ideas
Crowing about the failure of Communism
we refuse to see the horror
that is unfettered Capitalism
Rewolucje!À RevoluçãoRewolucje!12 hours ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Brasil - Finalmente acordais
De vosso eterno sono em berço esplêndido
Vozes ecoam pelas cidades
Vem a polícia marchando
São os gritos da liberdade
E no fundo as bombas explodem
Idéias – são como vírus
Que se espalham
Pode-se acabar com um homem
Mas não com suas idéias
E quando um homem perceber
Que há algo errado
E quando estiver cansado
De tanto protestar
E quando os grandes reis
Caírem de seus tronos
Que tua luta não foi em vão
Que cada voz – por mais tímida que seja
Contribui para o grito
Da revolta desta nação
Por Alexandre Bodaneze a.k.a. Murtaugh - 2013
Deutschland Erwache! English LyricsDeutschland Erwache! English Lyrics10 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Germans awaken! Rouse from your restless dreams!
Traitors have lulled thee with foul and wretched schemes!
We want to fight for a new, brighter day!
Aryan blood shall not pass away!
All these deceivers, we throw them to the curb!
Our German nation, they'll nevermore disturb!
Then when the soil is blameless and free!
Happy as one, will we ever be!
We are the soldiers – to fight that is our creed!
True German warriors in struggle and in deed!
Pledged to our banner, devoted are we!
Hail to our Fuhrer! We hail to thee!
Nomads, Part IV - Wish in One Hand...NomadsNomads, Part IV - Wish in One Hand...46 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
Part IV - Wish in One Hand...
We are the nomads -
Who wished in one hand
and shat in the other,
To see which one filled first.
Because when you wish upon a star,
Your hand fills up with poo.
Yet dreams have more weight than we think...
And the ones that never come true,
Are the heaviest of all.
The heavy, metallic taste of failure -
Of blood in the back of your mouth
from biting your tongue,
or staining your teeth as it trickles...
from your nose to your fattened lip because
your little faggot face just BEGS to be punched in
amongst the dumpsters behind the strip mall
or down by the polluted, trash-floating creek.
[full] (fall jacket)parentheses[full] (fall jacket)10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
(like a fall jacket)
that might be left dead in the cold
in [full] context
with this (type of [English] writing) treading
the truest words all bundled up
exist in a somewhat warmer setting
Might rules nothingMight rules nothing.Might rules nothing14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Does the rapist rule his victim?
He does not even rule himself
He only reveals himself
His demonic nature
Might rules nothing
Might can steal
Might can not create
Might does not produce warriors
Might perverts them to drones
Might does not command soldiers
Might controls machines
Might is the tantrum of toddlers
Might is the downfall of mankind
Strength, its only cure
Nomads, Part III - Journeys to NowhereNomadsNomads, Part III - Journeys to Nowhere16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Part III - Journeys to Nowhere (Little Lies in Pieces)
We are the nomads,
On a twenty-year journey to nowhere -
of pretty lies and empty promises
of unattainable goals...
Of the castles in the sky,
Swimming in front of our eyes,
being sold by the shiny-seated polyester suit-wearing,
teeth as artificially white as pod people
Prosperity Gospel higher-education hucksters,
expounding on the wonders within
even as the false-front was being emptied and looted
through the back doors.
We are the nomads,
On the road to a well-defined goal,
Only to see those goalposts dissolve like a mirage as we finally approach -
dissolve and reappear far