Conspriracy In Silence...A Poem by NightShadeLaugh, damn it!
Children of the diaspora communities of the world,
rise and fall like grain, under the scythe of dynamic revisionist fairy tales, that serve to make serfs of royal personages. Forgotten are the birthrights of heritage. Sold, for secondhand gruel that nauseates inquisitive minds, that REALLY want to know the scores in games of chance, that are rigged by dope dealers of public relations. Engineers of deceptive consent, from perpetual children, who can not comprehend the psycho-sexual assaults that lead to choking on vicissitudes. Reaching for the hard-line, they find flaccid resolve in premature ejaculators- -claiming their pharmaceutical sweets will cleanse the palate of the excrement patty melt we've been masticating. Meanwhile, mentally masturbating infantile organs of consideration. In every age, the schoolyard politics of bullies remain, despite the WORST intentions of self actualized eccentrics. Thinking beasts who refuse to don straight jacket apparel, be mutilated with the market brands of diabolical masters, or hang themselves with pet collars of covert slavery-- No matter how many pretty glass beads they're studded with! Iconoclasts must meet in clandestine temples of art, lest homes become charnel houses. Passing on chilling information makes one a terrorist of thought; subject to quiet slaughter. Therefore alleyways become Alamut. Dumpsters made sacrosanct altars of logic. A fitting allusion against the state religion of debt. Storm-drains may lead to Shamballahs of reason. Abandoned factories are cathedrals and all free thinkers Popes. Because someone must evangelize. The message is clear: 1) Shoving feathers up your a*s will NOT make you an eagle! 2) Sugar coating fetid flesh does not make cultural cannibalism delectable! 3) That caramelized cadaver in the stone soup of nations is rancid and we still can't congeal when we're burning in the melting pot! BE your peoples' ingredient and mix well your ideas. Even though they try to silence you, YOU MUST--- --- zz-zip-pop-BANG! ... ... ... Reportedly, his last words were "Argh, eeeeah, uuuhhh." © 2011 NightShadeFeatured Review
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Added on September 9, 2011Last Updated on September 9, 2011 AuthorNightShadeLos Angeles, CAAboutRather than go on about myself, I think that I'll just post some of my work and THEN you'll know me a bit better, eh? more..Writing
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