Demented

Demented World

Colonization upon our nation of slaughter

Bloody rivers, of our lost fallen fathers

Imprisonment exists, so check your neck for your collar

This is our world, and our corruption is dollars

We’re searching for the answers, but for within our wallets

Printed presidents are burning a hole in our pockets

And a little bit of weed, to unlock what’s beneath

Is only experienced through us dodging police

Clouded, powdered noses; A life only chosen

It’s parallel thorns pricking fingers on roses

Defiance of a higher; programmed, wired

Authority’s contradiction on what’s been written on squires

It’s a corruption of destruction, so hold the hand of your family

And hear the blistering, whistling, that’s truth of humanity

Corruption, destruction; The hand of your family

And the blistering whistling that’s the truth of humanity

I can’t believe, we have to see…

We have to see these dangers

Demented is me, within my dreams

As my passion angers

For the child

The anger cries…

Youth can’t arise

In a world of demented lies

Contemplating eyes, arise shelter for the homeless

Losing focus, from the interfering flying locusts

That relegate and pressure

Until more becomes lesser

And the dead shells on the ground elevate and pester

Within the mind of the dying, and only in time

Will a beaten soul arise, and re-climb

Unto the top of the subject

“The lust when you undress…

Peels the skin from the bone, exposing the loveless.”

And the stress is just a test, crazy and obsessed

Beneath fluent minds…humanity is possessed

For alcoholic causes, the ignorance fallen

Almost relevant to a life that never stops, but just pauses

Almost relevant to a mind that doesn’t think that it’s able

To shuffle the hand that’s been placed upon the table

Just dreaming up existence that seems forever missing

With nothing to show, but the cries of our children!

I can’t believe, we have to see

We have to see these dangers

Demented is me, within my dreams

As my passion angers

For the child

The anger cries…

Youth can’t arise

In a world of demented lies

Hold your golden child, it’s almost over now

Cling to your golden child, it’s almost over now

Let me give you a little bit of history

It means for one time, I need you listening

We’re living by the law of protect and serve…

Us papers. For vapors, where nothing is pure but haters

At the strong arm of the law

Jurisdiction to the system has been seen before

Repeated lies, arise self-contradiction

A groundhog day

Surreal life repetition

 Of Society!!

So many are following

We’re all just a number, another human is swallowing

In which I realize, there is not one right government system

They got a gun in your face, and their finger keeps itching…

I can’t believe, we have to see…

We have to see these dangers

Demented is me, within my dreams

As my passion angers

For the child

The anger cries…

Youth can’t arise

In a world of demented lies

Reviews

[LisetteCanWrite!]

Wow, wow, wow.. such powerful emotions and statements.. so much that can be said of this.. and it's truth in raw form!!! Love the way it flows .. I share much of your sentiment.. people judge me thinking I am maybe off key but guess what .. the world is off key!!! Nothing is right.. I do have hope for a better day and times but I fear this is a ways away! Thank you so much for invigorating me.. going to favorites as this one fires me up!!! =)

[Susan]

What a great and realistic poem....So very true...keep up the great work.. You are not the only one demented in this crazy world of ours...

[lindsay]

This does read like a rap, but wow is it powerful. I agree with you on many levels. " This is our world, and our corruption is dollars/We're searching for the answers, but for within our wallets/Printed presidents are burning a hole in our pockets."Those were some of my favorite lines and a great way to open. I liked your ending a great deal as well, because well, we do live in a demented world and very cold hard one at that. Nice Job!

[Jane Doe]

AWWWWWW THATS CUTE IN A SCARY ODD WAY BUT I'M MEAN AND TOURTURE MY SIS MY OLDER ONES AND MY LIL BRO BUT I WOULD FIND THAT GRACEFUL AND GREAT IT SHOWSTHE TRUTH OF THE WORLD AND PEOPLE LIKE ME WITH PROBLEMS MY SIS CALLS IT I CALL BEING MY SELF

[Succubi]

wow this is a powerful and driven piece. i appreciate it that you speak such truth. the drug wars are based on money. drugs are only illegal because the government makes money off of brides. plus sickness is gold mine in america because of the costs. that's why the drug trade isn't being stopped until the end of line, where people profit, and that is why cigarettes are still legal. and that is why companies like pepsi, mcdonalds, and marlboro that sell poison still thrive. because its all a gold mine. this was a great piece. a grisly image of how the world is, and how corruption boils within our government. and in turn the government is two-faced preaching anti-drug propaganda, even though they fund it behind the public's eyes, and everyone knows it. they just don't know how. That's the secret. that's the lie. great piece! i applaud your brilliancy and how you grasp your first amendment right to its fullest. after all that is our most important right. to have opinion. kudos!

[Twilight]

What a powerful poem, Jason! Also, it is very much from your perspective - yet not too personalised. The wording is very good, and emotive! The flow reminds me a little of a rap, actually!

Any weakness? Not many, as far as I can see. Even so, it does seem to be ttrying to achieve rather a lot, just for one poem? Also, it is very long, wih an ending which seems somewhat inconclusive. Having said, most of the praise from your other reviewers, is certainly deserved!

[Dianah]

This grasped me right from the beginning. I had to re read bits over and over because there is so much in this piece. I am definitely going to put it with one of my favourites. Impressive rhyming and I love the repition too. Yep, it's a crazy world. Amazing poem.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Awesome... very bold and profound look at this crazy world we live in... the flow is smooth and the statement is powerful and clear.

[Bud]

"The lust when you undress�
Peels the skin from the bone, exposing the loveless."

One of so many powerful phrases! This is Deep, Profound, and a most Powerful piece of art. The frustrations of this world, ones life, can be so overwhelming for the emotional state of mind. Once we see the truth as to the ways of this most wicked world we live in, it becomes near impossible not to be sickened by it. It is a viral cancer that eats at the pit of the stomach that just won't go away...or even take us away. Only leaving us in a state of unrest. Then the depression sets in to take us on over the edge, should there be no one to catch us. When all along, all we want is to succeed and rise above the wickedness we see. And in many cases have been guilty of participating in ourselves. But we find that a carrot on a stick seems to have better odds than the ones we were dealt. And as if that weren't enough, we are then expected (and deep inside we do our best to) to by all means keep a positive attitude and hang on to as much hope as we can possibly muster from our depleted souls.
Another Fine, and most Excellent piece of Outstanding art work, Jay!

[Fairy Tales]

this poem is great! talk about talent, well...you have it! i found this very cool. Thanks for sharing it.

[Elana Juli Royson]

Wow. such a powerful write, yet unfortunatly completely true.

I can't believe, we have to see�
We have to see these dangers
Demented is me, within my dreams
As my passion angers
For the child
The anger cries�
Youth can't arise
In a world of demented lies

Our world is so currupt and ts a shame that we have to attempt to raise our children in this world knowing that they will eventually become that small contributer of hell to this messed up world. This was a great write. I encourage you to keep speaking the truth becaus eventually it will hit home with someone who can change it. Keep writing!
~Juli Rose