A Couple Poems

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Celebreties

Celebrities,
they hold us in a vice,
forcing us to look at their plastic faces.

Their rosy cheeks,
sculpted with the hacks of a scalpel,
blemish magazine covers like rampant acne.

Their star-coated eyes
and brilliant white smiles
prevent us from seeing their
smut filled minds,
but their actions show its there;

enticing us with their
jiggling breasts and tight leather pants
while they degrade themselves for money.

Attention-mongers,
they kill themselves for a shot at fame;
binge drinking for publicity,
whoring themselves for a front page headline.

They have no lives,
their destiny is predetermined by the media.

Yet they try and lead us,
because they think they're
infected with divination.

Such ruthless leaders,
taxed with idiocy.

Are they fit to rule our culture?

Music

My hands, firm yet free,
grip the wooden entity.
Six strings cascade from it's slender body,
and with each pluck of a string I distort the senses.

Bodies bucking to my hands hypnotic flow,
I control the minds of all willing to listen.
A mermaid, luring men with tantalizing riches,
I bring grandeur to the mass' ears.

I lead, pretentiously,
climaxing the crowd again and again;
every measure more bombast than the last.

And with every pull of the strings,
I manipulate the crowd,
striking pitch after pitch 'till I've tuned their thoughts.

They stare, they obey,
for they're attached to my strings.
They dance for me;
they vote for me,
and pay admission to my concert of oligarchy.

Renegades

I am

blankspaceforlineRenegade

Yes, that man on the side of the road you see;

Is me.

The choices in life...

All a
Blur; not a
Care in the world
Delve into me.

The working, slaves to the rich.
The rich, slaves to the government.
The government, slaves to the working.

A cycle of bureaucracy,
I

break


Free.

My clothes, though tattered, show the scars of being me
My teeth, though crooked, show the true beauty of society
My home, though none, is enough for me

I live without fears;
I live without shame;
I live without artificial fames.

In a time of malicious greed, I pay but enough to feed;
me.
Nothing more
Nothing less.

The men in green cannot restrict me

For I live a life outside the corporate conspiracies
sticking it to "the man"
as I am the only man

The man of malfortune
The man who lives life

For I am

blankspaceforlineRenegade

Tending the World

A barrage of tears,
streaming from God's blackened eyes,
tend to His coarse weeds