Humanity

Sick Ritual

As fast as the sun seems to come up, and go down,
Integument lost, now bones becoming exposed,
Heart slows down, sniffing dust and dirt up your nose,
Tears have dried, and life fading fast,
A drink of warm water might help you get past
This execution delivered by thoughtless tradition.

 

We cry your tears for you child,
But we bow to our own submission,
The price love is asking,
Seems won't come to fruition.

 

Sweet, sweet baby your prison cell you found,
Mama's at work, Daddy's nowhere to be found,
We know you were starving for love when you lost your mind,
We never meant this for you...to be left behind,
Everyone's making their own stories about you,
How you shot up the school, and left only a few,
This other hunger goes unnoticed when a belly is full,
The love that you needed, we see now, had grown dull.

 

We cry your tears for you child,
But we bow to our own submission,
The price love is asking,
Seems won't come to fruition.

 

We're starving the children,
We're starving ourselves,
All along on this road, have we paved this pathway to hell?
How do we change it? A penny at a time?
Is the tithe not enough? Perhaps we've created this crime?
Where did we falter along the righteous way?
Can we ever correct our mistakes? Can we say?

 

We cry your tears for you child,
But we bow to our own submission,
The price love is asking,
Seems won't come to fruition.

 

Beautiful minds frought with beautiful dreams,
Beautiful failures that tear at the seams,
In the midst of discoveries, this age of lament,
Maybe it's time we see clear, and repent?
Maybe if we all looked on the inside,
We could turn this around and not run, fight, or hide?
Some lack nutrition so long that it's foreign to their eyes,
Others lack understanding...and when it's given, do not even recognise,
One child bears a smile from a small morsel of food,
The other can't smile, unless he's being rude.

 

Sweet little babies, made from heaven above,
Perhaps the step missing

When we climbed 'Maslow's Scale' is... love.

 

 

10:07 PM 4/20/2013 ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just some thoughts on the importance of teaching love and authenticity to children and each other. Life is beautiful when we cherish what we feel with our hearts and not our hands. There is hope and promise in the future if we use our knowledge to benefit things of the spirit in ourselves and our children.

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Being Humane!

I don’t think I was what we call humane,

But trying to be,

Not quite certain,

If I can touch that star, let’s see.

 

 Wasted priceless moments doing things unexpected,

I wish I could wind them back,

 Going for a new start ahead,

But thank god, mending is still possible to make.

 

Have you seen humanity?

Does it dwell nearby?

I have been searching for it badly,

Please let me know if you happen to meet it, I’ll be its ally.

 

I don’t see its face in the war fields,

Neither can I find it next to a child waiting to die of malnourishment,

I feel like laughing at those taking pride in beautifying homelands,

When thousands turn out to be destitute and despondent.  

 

I know that I don’t have that celestial light,

Yet I have faith in the Almighty,

That my endeavour shall lead me towards it,

Turning me even if slightly into A Farewell to Arms’ Henry.

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Endangered Species

I traveled miles out of town to see your face today,

Drove past the city limits through the desert far away,

Surrounded by barbed wire and a K-9 crew or two,

I wondered would I meet Mr. Houdini here?…or you?

You stood behind a piece of glass that stifled every word,

It didn’t matter though, the plea for help could still be heard.

The room was filled with people shouting loudly through the glass,

I even heard a woman tell her friend to "Kiss my a-s!".

Two hours passed too quickly and it hurt to say goodbye,

And as I left I winked as if to say, "See, I won’t cry".

I’ll stand beside you always with each letter that I write,

I know we’ll figure out how we’ll get through each lonely night.

The part that really gets me is the way we build in space,

But where are all the brains to help reform our HUMAN RACE?

We teach the kids by actions we display to shoot and kill,

Then lock them up, ignore them, and complain about the bill.

It’s "rehabilitation" at it’s best here at the zoo,

And a label of psychosis makes a tort hard to pursue.

The workers only give a damn about their lazy hides,

At best they blame the inmate’s past, not really look inside.

"Who cares about some kid who got pissed off and shot the block!!

We’ll just give him some lithium and blame it on hard rock!!

Just watch your back and get the check, that’s all that we can do,

For people locked away in super-max like SMU."

Abuse of all this power will be sure to make life worse,

Unless we conquer fears of ones who feed into this curse.

The men who claim it’s their right to judge that a single life,

Could possibly be worth no more than all this time in strife,

They need to learn a lesson ‘bout how wrong a "right" can be

When men abuse their right to power close their eyes, refuse to see.

I’ll see you here again and pray each night and every day,

Don’t worry ‘bout my love ‘cause it won’t ever go away,

But if by chance we drift apart I’ll hold this memory dear,

It’s taught me that with lack of love all humans know….

…….is fear.

Copyright © 2002 Liz Peterson-Braveheart

Author's Notes/Comments: 

About having a loved one in a super max prison.

Yig - The Deadly Snake

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Visions

Yig went out of my head,

Wasn't I so sad?

In me male and female snake,

O Yig, please don't be awake.

 

Fastly in the taxi they put me

O let dead not have me!

But dead again I went,

This is what Nyarlathotep meant.

 

O in anger and wrath I don't want to be,

A female snake in each human you see.

So Tawil took them all out,

And dropped to the floor humans about.

 

Zombies were left on the Earth

Everything dead, everything burned.

Ghosts, robotic humans by aliens controlled,

This story was never before told...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A vision about the Serpent-God Yig.

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Yidhra

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Poetry

Yidhra 

 

The most Ancient Gods,

Prototypes of all the Gods,

Worshiped before humanity;

And all came from one source.

 

The source is called Mlandoth,

All Gods are manifestations of Him.

Ngyr-Khorath, the mad and monstrous thing

Whom haunts this region of space

Before the solar system was formed,

Is a local eddy of Mlandoth's Race.

 

Yidhra, who was born with the life of Earth

Intertwining with all Earthly life-forms,

Teaches reverence for Mlandoth.

Before death was born, She was born;

For untold ages there was life without death,

Life without birth, life unchanging.

But at last death came; birth came;

Life became mortal and mutable,

And thereafter fathers died,

Sons were born, and never the same.

 

The slime became the worm

And the worm the serpent,

The serpent the yeti of the mountains

And the yeti became man.

 

Only She escaped death,

Escaped birth.

But She could not escape change,

For all things will change;

The trees of the North must shed their leaves.

She learned to devour the mortal creatures;

From their seed to change Herself,

And to be as all mortal things,

Living forever without birth, without death.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about the Cthulhu Mythos Goddess Yidhra.

Certain Thing About Perfection

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Personal

They said perfection never existed
They say perfection is only a myth
The urban legend of society
The fiction based into many mysterious facts

Certain thing's about perfection
Constantly undefined
Constandly unexplained
And continue to question the definition

Perfection exists only whether in belief
Perfection discovers potential
Perfection is what you see in your two eyes

Perfection is never dressed down
Perfection is never dressed up
Perfection doesn't define true beauty

Certain thing's about perfection
Probably do exist to certain people
Certain thing's about perfection
Can relate towards someone's personality
And everything else a humungous bonus

Certain thing's about perfection
Is what you see, is what you notice
Is what you know that stands out?
Is most likely to be some encouragement for perfection

Author's Notes/Comments: 

About Perfection. I think we all have it in our Souls. It doens't have to be the BIG THING's to notice; For example: Beauty doesn't have to be Epic, it could be Natural & specific details about them they offer does't have to be accounted by what they look like or what they do. I think it's a nice way of thinking of someone rather than put to judgement, seeing as I'm not the most Beautiful person out there, but other people do, that care. Which makes me want to give a Shit! About myself, and have huge amounts of confidence because of knowing.. That.

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Reflection of your Soul

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ThoughtShock

ThoughtShock: A manifesto
"Reflection of your Soul"

I have looked into the eyes of despair. I have even sat at the table sharing a meal with temptation to my left. Desire on my right and sin straight across from me. Lust passes me the plate and I see they have prepared my favorite cuisine; Obsession with the side of addiction.
As each of the little small often white or yellow pills slide down my throat it's not long before I can feel the blood in my veins become dosed. The ego within me slips into a coma, as the last thought of an emotional mind. “No more pain, no more suffering. As I aim to medicate the brain.”

Why must I endure these horrific thoughts. Constantly being tortured by my own mind. Sickos, perverts becoming prey for the deviants. Where death in this sadistic twisted freak show known as a theater is just the icing on the cake. The door to hell was left wide open in my head. Visions of the blood feud orgies, it is a family tradition after all. There are no limits. No age restrictions, as even a baby can enter in this circus. Madhouse of derangement.
Why must it cling? A snake coiling around its dinner. Suffocating and strangling the last bit of air from it's lungs. SNAP, and there goes it's neck. There is a method to my madness. A secret to the carnival. I write, to sort the chaos and to serve as an echo to what little sanity is left in this dieing world. I self medicate in a vast array of narcotics, a cocktail of drugs to keep me numb. To keep me calm, a chemical meditation without having to focus, and where I have become a junkie to my own disease.

I am tired of feeling like I am the crazy one, when in reality it is this very illusion I am witnessing that is mad. Like Alice I have slipped down a hole into some parallel universe where nothing makes sense. It gets harder and harder for me to organize the chaos in my head. Sometimes I wonder given the chance if my brain would put a gun to its self. I catch myself wanting to burst out screaming at odd moments, random places, not for me however. Where I just want to slap the stupidity from your head yet I know that would not solve anything other then making me feel slightly better. A little more of myself dies inside as I realize there just might not be any hope to be had until it is to late. A truly self absorbed, depraved species we have evolved into.
While bathed in sin, you preach and promote violence and hate. Conditioned by entertainment to be cruel and sadistic. Then to top it all off, we present to you an all you can eat buffet of drugs and sex. Pimped out teachers preparing your child for this paradise, this beautiful grotesque reflection into our own souls. We do not need the Antichrist, for we already sold ourselves to the devil in hopes of keeping this dream alive.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I compiled this piece last night on christmas eve, however decided to wait until today to post it. Not much to comment about on this one honestly, but hope you enjoy it.

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A Dark Fantasy

I’m on a planet with a golden kiss
It shimmers with glory, such bliss!

As I zoom in, it turns into a dark land
Peep in, I’m afraid, I cannot stand!

In darkness, I see a bright glowing tower
Inside, a plethora of so called ‘man’ power

Zoom in; I see ‘beast’ kind disguised as ‘man’ kind
Alas! Not a single kind beast could I find

I hear roars of uncivilized beings
And moans of so-called weaklings

I see a trail of emotional turmoil
Those 7 deadly sins wrapped in a dazzling foil

Gifted to humanity, his power, his grey matter
It separates humans from animals and allows us to shatter

The once created planet with a golden kiss
Will it ever show the signs of holy bliss?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A voice against the deadly sins committed by so-called humans!

One Trillion Little Things

One trillion little painful tears,
Have decided the last ten-thousand years.

One trillion little drops of blood,
Have outlined the fossils of the mud.

One trillion little beads of sweat,
Have forged the path we can't forget.

One trillion little hopes were lost,
Only to find there was no cause.

One trillion little people die,
Believing in someone's lie.

One trillion little problems we cant erase,
Have destroyed the image of our race.

Destructive sense is what destruction does,
Spending our life wishing for what was.

Yet we have not learned from our mistake,
Destroying things we can't create.

So much of us is lost to not,
And we can't remember the cause for which we fought.

One trillion little things that we do,
Only to remember the things that we knew.

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