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Kinda a WIP, I think maybe I need to break it down or refine it a bit more
A golden age passes
As these things do
Time marches on
And history proves true
Mankind had its zenith
And now, the fall
As the machines take power
To conquer the sprawl
As humanity watches
Through unseeing eyes
Technology gains
And starts its rise
So turn on your tube
Upgrade and upload
Oblivious to all
As you’re softly controlled
Log in and join
To the online mind
Like worker bees dancing
And cogs that grind
“Come join your friends!
You’re all unique!
But none good enough
To reach society’s peak!
Too skinny! Too fat!
Get in shape fast!
To make good impressions
And an image that lasts!
Feeling depressed?
Can’t concentrate?
From our global conglomerate
A new drug awaits!
Side effects? No!
And even if there are
There’s a pill for that too
Just in the next jar!
Dress in these clothes
If you wish to impress
You must conform
To look like the best!
Every individual
Is really the same
When you’re stamped and logoed
With our brand name!”
All this and more
The media does tell
And leads us onward
To conformital hell
As the propaganda oozes
From our tvs
On every website
And everything you read
“Support your country!
Spend everything blindly!
Use that plastic money
To stimulate the economy!
Or are you a terrorist?
Then why can’t we look
At your emails, your letters,
And even your books-
Do you support the wrong thoughts?
The wrong global regime?
The wrong religion?
Do you dream the wrong dreams?
We’ll weed out the thinkers
Proponents of free will
The only way is ours-
Every other, we’ll kill
We’ll conscript you all
And draft a new plan
That serves our needs
And meets our demands
With every young life
We flush down the drain
To power our beast
Our great war machine
We’ll conquer the globe
As you sit blindly by
And leave no room
To complain or decry…”
One World Order
One Currency
Instead of “In God”
It simply says “Trust Me”
This mantra repeated
Soft in your ear
By government, religion
Your loving puppeteers
Using their machines
To conquer us all
Oblivious in the end
They too shall fall
Once set in motion
The machines never stop
Propaganda, war
Media on top
They each feed each other
And support their cause
No slowing, no fear
Just rolling on
Abandon this farce
The American (Day)Dream
Humanity? Obsolete-
Viva Machine
A golden age passes
As these things do
Time marches on
And history proves true
Mankind had its zenith
And now, the fall
As the machines take power
To conquer the sprawl
As humanity watches
Through unseeing eyes
Technology gains
And starts its rise
So turn on your tube
Upgrade and upload
Oblivious to all
As you’re softly controlled
Log in and join
To the online mind
Like worker bees dancing
And cogs that grind
“Come join your friends!
You’re all unique!
But none good enough
To reach society’s peak!
Too skinny! Too fat!
Get in shape fast!
To make good impressions
And an image that lasts!
Feeling depressed?
Can’t concentrate?
From our global conglomerate
A new drug awaits!
Side effects? No!
And even if there are
There’s a pill for that too
Just in the next jar!
Dress in these clothes
If you wish to impress
You must conform
To look like the best!
Every individual
Is really the same
When you’re stamped and logoed
With our brand name!”
All this and more
The media does tell
And leads us onward
To conformital hell
As the propaganda oozes
From our tvs
On every website
And everything you read
“Support your country!
Spend everything blindly!
Use that plastic money
To stimulate the economy!
Or are you a terrorist?
Then why can’t we look
At your emails, your letters,
And even your books-
Do you support the wrong thoughts?
The wrong global regime?
The wrong religion?
Do you dream the wrong dreams?
We’ll weed out the thinkers
Proponents of free will
The only way is ours-
Every other, we’ll kill
We’ll conscript you all
And draft a new plan
That serves our needs
And meets our demands
With every young life
We flush down the drain
To power our beast
Our great war machine
We’ll conquer the globe
As you sit blindly by
And leave no room
To complain or decry…”
One World Order
One Currency
Instead of “In God”
It simply says “Trust Me”
This mantra repeated
Soft in your ear
By government, religion
Your loving puppeteers
Using their machines
To conquer us all
Oblivious in the end
They too shall fall
Once set in motion
The machines never stop
Propaganda, war
Media on top
They each feed each other
And support their cause
No slowing, no fear
Just rolling on
Abandon this farce
The American (Day)Dream
Humanity? Obsolete-
Viva Machine
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File Size 14 kB
Mother... Fucker.
Now I know how Brian Wilson felt in the midst of working on Pet Sounds, when he heard Sgt. Pepper's.
This one really, really slips it to you. You have effortless mastery of techniques evident in this piece that it took me well over twenty years to figure out. The biggest one being the Ginsbergean eyeball-kick, and I get two thirds of the way through your piece, and BOOM, the eyeball-kick is right there, specifically the playful slant-rhyme between drain and machine.
I have also noticed that since you and about five or six others have come on FA, there seems to suddenly be a very vibrant, energetic and talented group of poets coalescing over these past few months—a real coffeehouse scene, and I feel quite energised to be part of it, if only peripherally.
Now I know how Brian Wilson felt in the midst of working on Pet Sounds, when he heard Sgt. Pepper's.
This one really, really slips it to you. You have effortless mastery of techniques evident in this piece that it took me well over twenty years to figure out. The biggest one being the Ginsbergean eyeball-kick, and I get two thirds of the way through your piece, and BOOM, the eyeball-kick is right there, specifically the playful slant-rhyme between drain and machine.
I have also noticed that since you and about five or six others have come on FA, there seems to suddenly be a very vibrant, energetic and talented group of poets coalescing over these past few months—a real coffeehouse scene, and I feel quite energised to be part of it, if only peripherally.
Hey, I think you're a big part of it! And besides, getting feedback from a seasoned writer, and especially so many compliments, does really mean a lot to me, and is one of the things that keeps me writing. I admit I've drawn inspiration from a few of the things you've written, and really let loose my inner cynic in response to reading some of your work, and it has definitely helped me grow as a writer. I also tend to sort of mentally compete with you on certain things, though not to try and outdo you by any means, just to see if I can keep up! I know I have a kind of niche I tend to write in; 4-verse stanzas in an ABAB (more or less) rhyme scheme, but I keep trying new things, even if all of them don't make it on here. I just tend to write what I think sounds good to me, and I like rhythm, rhyme, and flow, altogether or by themselves :P
In all honesty though, I know I don't comment nearly enough on your writing, though I love reading it and you're one of the people I really look forward to reading, as well as getting your opinion on my work. Honestly, I look up to you as a writer, and hope to see you keep putting out more wonderful things for some time to come
In all honesty though, I know I don't comment nearly enough on your writing, though I love reading it and you're one of the people I really look forward to reading, as well as getting your opinion on my work. Honestly, I look up to you as a writer, and hope to see you keep putting out more wonderful things for some time to come
Thanks.
I guess it just feels sometimes like I'm only on the periphery, because I typically have less than a dozen page-views in total on ANY of my pieces. The only people reading my stuff is the same, small circle of other poets and writers, I don't seem to appeal to anyone outside of that tiny circle.
Most of the other writers and poets on here that I admire tend to get page views in the dozens or in the hundreds for each of their pieces. I guess my stuff is more of an acquired taste. :P
I guess it just feels sometimes like I'm only on the periphery, because I typically have less than a dozen page-views in total on ANY of my pieces. The only people reading my stuff is the same, small circle of other poets and writers, I don't seem to appeal to anyone outside of that tiny circle.
Most of the other writers and poets on here that I admire tend to get page views in the dozens or in the hundreds for each of their pieces. I guess my stuff is more of an acquired taste. :P
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