Cultural Decline

cadence blood of the poet stabbed in the eye of wisdom/ by the masochistic monarchical nun of capitalistic comfort/ piled in the stolen land of peaceful mans who loved the sun and the sky and they didn't ask why and the white man stole their flowery land/ on top they built rivers of blood and suffer they penetrated the inner psyche of man through media and commercialism/ injecting into naive human beings through stupidity boxes projections of cut out images of the real thing demanding pretending blabbering scandalizing fantasying overpowering monopolizing minds meant to be free of will and thought,/ they build an ephemeral world evoking people' s false desires and illusions that haunts them through their life time giving more suffering to the living /shameless this world built on chimeras of reality we need to make this reality more real augmented to the infinite potency so everyone can see it and love it and suffer it and suffocate from it like in the middle of a fire/ a situation of life and dead/ that's all /and then the picture of reality will appear the art form of realization through human sacrifice of it's own mind will prevail over everything.

 

WOW, plenty said, and i am in agreement with most of it, if not all. That is one of the reasons i use poetry, to silently talk back, in a quiet, and like you, sometimes screaming to the spirits that float slowly towards an inmense waterfall of ignorant slumber. thank you for your own scream poeta indagador, there is nothing more freeing than our spirits and voices crying out to our own people to speak their minds, and to liberate the will of self, thru a constant awareness of our idle comfort, keep it up.