Le Poemz:

Deep, Long, and Untitled

I am bored
I am writing poetry
My next class does not start until 10am
Right now it just turned 9
I have nothing to do
But make these rhymes
You might call this freestyle
You might like to read prose
All I can say is that my heart knows
It is a cruel world
A tough life to life
There is balance in all things
You get what you give
The law of equivalent exchange
Just like in F.M.A
Held true in that show
And it holds true today
This is why the Golden Rule is starting to look more legit
In this cruel world
You truly do give what you get
Inertia
Energy
It can be neither created nor destroyed
Momentum moves us all about
But the status quo never seems to give out
Energy is shifted
Energy moves on through
When will true equilibrium be achieved
When will people learn to just do as they do
Let the wicked be wicked
And let the good be good
For there is balance in all things
So just do as you think you should
Everything has a counter
We might not know when or where
But one day equilibrium shall be achieved
Until then I will continue to not care
Equality
Ingenuity
These are all just ideals
Religion and land
Has got so many people killed
Wars and turmoil
Pain and strife
We all need something to cling to
To help us keep from taking our life
Ours truly is a miserable existence
But we must all press on
In the counter to this life now
Good awaits for those that overcome
So philosophical
But also so true
Newton's 3rd law
Says unto you
For every action
An equal and opposite reaction occur
What will you make of it
How will you view this cruel world
I have accepted the fact
That this life is miserable indeed
But there is balance in all things
And for those that make it
Good things await
And also fulfillment of all needs
Hopes and dreams are out there to be realized
All we have to do is open up our eyes
Grab the reins
Do not pass judgment on others
And carry on with our lives
Deep thought and deep waters
We are all in way above our heads
But there is balance in all things
So there is no need to dread
What comes up must go down
Good and evil
Right and wrong
Light and dark
None can exist without the other
Life is a trap
A paradox
A gateway to what might be to come
Death brings life
One door opens and something else is undone
For every bridge burned
Another bridge is built
Where will this life take us
And with what shall the next life be filled
Will the counterpart to this earth
Be filled with joy
Or suffering and pain
I know not
But I do hope for one day some piece of mind
Until that day comes
I will just wait and do what I do
There is no peace on earth for me
But I do have the next life to look forward to
Truly
Truly
There is balance in all things
When my time on this cruel world is over
I can only imagine what the counter to this existence will bring

Lies Never Hurt

Lies never hurt
Lies never sting
Until a person finds out the truth behind them

What people do not know will not hurt them
We humans
We go about ignorant
To the happenings of the world day by day

Why are there schools and teachers
To give us knowledge
When ignorance is bliss

They say knowledge is power
It is
Knowledge contains all the power and responsibility
And weight of the world one can bear

Knowlegde is the power to kill or let live
To teach or to withhold
To attain what one wants
Or to reach ones goals

But knowledge is not all it is cracked up to be
You can still get what you want or reach your goals
Without all the knowledge that people really should withhold

Lies do not hurt
But the truth cuts like a knife
The truth penetrates and stings like a two-edged sword
What people do not know will not hurt them
But what people find out can hurt the most

If ignorance is truly bliss
Which I believe it is
Then why do we have so many people that try to give us knowledge
And take away more of what is left of our innocence

Maybe they want us to suffer with them
To help them bear the weight of the knowledge that has been placed on them
This world needs less hurt and pain
We need to go back to the old ways
Of work and strain

All the technology in this world is just speeding up the process
The process of rotting
Of wasting the world away

Knowledge is power
A power far beyond measure
To be used for the positve
But more often it is used negatively

Ignorance is truly bliss
And lies never hurt
It is the truth behind the lies that devastates
And the newly given knowledge to another
That wrecks the world

Nothing

Nothing, nothing
The absence of all
But yet even nothing has a thing within
Is there really a nothing
Or is there just not a thing
Is nothing really what is seems
Or is nothing the essence of everything
Everything is made up of particles
Particles infinitesimally small
Particles that can hardly be seen
With anything at all
Anything begets possibilities
So nothing how much more
In nothing anything can happen
In nothing anything is possible
Everything and anything
From nothing it all comes about
With not a thing
There is everything
And anything
And it all
The essence of all being
The substance of all that is
Once nothing it was
Maybe it will be nothing again
Until that day
Until that time
When time will be no more
Anything and everything for us does lie in store
From nothing comes it all
From nothing everything began
For in that nothing that there once was
There came about all things known unto man
Because nothing is not just merely absence
The missing of substance
Or the lacking of all being
But in nothing there is all
Anything you can imagine
And anything you can dream
All things are possible
Within nothing everything exists
Nothing is not a thing but so much more
For all lies within nothing
All things there are
All things that are to come
And anything and everything there ever was
From nothing the universe began
And someday to nothing it may return

Status

What is on my mind
What is up in my life
Why does anyone care
About my pain and strife
People will be who they are
People will do as they do
So why would anyone go to the lengths
To stop caring about them
Only to care about you
Facebook asks me what is in my head
I do not tell it a thing
Other people I often dread
People who think others care
People who don’t give others a second thought
What am I thinking
Wouldn’t you like to know
If I showed my true feelings
If I told the world what I thought
Then I would be another victim of society
I would be another blot
Another crushed person
By the world and its ways
I would be just another number
In another place of captivity
No one would care
No one would ask what is on my mind
If they did it would be protocol
Policy
Just their job
They would not really care a bit inside
People are mean
People are jerks
People do not care
It is the same at school as it is at work
In the world at large every day
People do not care what you think or you say
Everyone’s opinion is obsolete
Unless that one has the power to make it complete
We do not really matter
We are all just stats
In this systematic world
We are all just more math
We are the people
We are what makes things run
But the overseers do not care
As long as they remain number one
We need a reboot
Of this world and all of its ways
What is on my mind
Would not bring me praise
But praise is not what I seek
Compliments are not what I desire
I long for change
I am wanting of a fire
A fire to be lit
Under the arse of all those in power
A fire carried by the masses
A fire that holds some real power
I want peace
I want equality for all
I want the people to not be systematically oppressed
I want the same as us all
I am in conflict
A conflict with myself that never ends
I want to speak out
But I also want some resemblance of friends
I want to have a life
I want to be able to set a few lofty goals
I have a dream I want to live
But none of that dream involves the majority of the world
I want to be at peace
I want to have some rest
I want to be the same
I want to not be so different
I am caged in open air
My true being is locked within myself
I dare not show my real face
I dare not let him out
I am in captivity
But yet I am free
Captive of this world and all of its ways
But still amongst others every day
Others that do not listen
Others that do not care
Others that want people to listen
But do not listen to the next man themselves
I am imprisoned
I am chained up within
I just want to be set free
I just want a few real friends
I want people that I can be with
That have like thoughts and like ways
People that also are not like this world
People with which I can say
Say all that I am
Say all that I feel
With no fear of reproach
For only speaking what is real
I do not want to be put down
But I also do not care to be lifted up
I only want what is best
I only want a different world
I want liberty
And true justice for all
One nation under God
And not thinking it is above the world
I want a people
A people that realize what is up
A people that know things are not right
And the people that make all the decisions
Need to shut up
A people that knows
That all that goes on is not fair
A people that realizes
That they have some real power
A people that also does not want any more to be oppressed
A people that also see problems
That need to be addressed
No one really cares what is on my mind
Facebook
Twitter
MySpace
Or any others in that line
No one cares
But yet everyone gripes
We are all controlled by the system
We have no real life
No real life of our own
No where we can find peace
The only resting place for us
Is six foot deep
There is no real American dream
That vision has long passed
There is no hope for a better tomorrow
The powers that currently be
Would never let that pass
Pass into existence
All that needs to exist
Free your mind
Do not resist
Do not deny the inklings
The feeling in your head
That all is not right
That there really is something to dread
No one cares what is on your mind
No one wants to be a prisoner
But in this world we all are confined

Who I Am

Why do I feel as if the world around me is caving in
Why do I feel sometimes that I am my only friend
Why am I in such despair
Why have I, all of a sudden it seems, started to care

So much to do
So much to say
I just want to be me
I do not want to do as you say

I want to be my own person
I want to serve my own goals
I want not to bend to this world
I will not conform
I refuse
But yet there is too much at stake
Too much to lose

If I bend to this cruel world’s ways
What will it do
What will become of me
I am becoming more and more serious and stolid everyday
Although it may not seem so, I am slowly dwindling away

That last line
It touched me
As I hope it has touched you
For I believe I may have well tapped my greatest fear
To lose myself to this world, as I am doing more so each day
Until my true being might disappear

If I resist I will be struck down
If I change I might well have been already
To be locked down, imprisoned as I am now
In a seemingly endless emotional torture
Or to be chained and put away
By the ever-looming shackles of society

To conform would be the easy way
But nay, as though it may be true, it is not the way for me
My way is full of grief, self-pity, and despair
My way is the way of the great
The thinkers, the poets, and all those who have truly achieved
Anything, anything at all worth mentioning, all the world-changers took this path

It is the less-trodden ground
It is not very well kept
But yet the grass is greener at the end of the road
It leads to wide-open pastures and still waters
Where I may drink and soothe my soul

I am weary and I am wary
Of many dangers lurking abound
I have faced many troubled times before
And as for now, though I may falter, I will stand my ground


Why

I am thirsty
There is clean water
I am hungry
There is plenty food
I am bored
There is a lot to do
I am lazy
I am sleepy
My life is easy
My bed is near
I am complaining
I am griping
But there is no one around to hear
But does it really even matter
Is what I am saying even true
I have all the things I need
But yet I am still searching for something more to do
Why do I act this way
Why do I not have the initiative to get more things done
Why do I so easily overlook
All the ways I could make things more fun
Why do I not look around
And see all I already have
Why do I take so much for granted
When I have so much more than others have
Why am I the way I am
Why do I do the things I do
This and many other things
No one can answer unto me or you
I wish I could tell
I wish I knew
Why things had to be this way
If I did
Then what I have done
May have done some more good
Why do I not see things
The way they should be seen
Why am I not focused
More on making a reality out of my dreams
Why do I wonder
Why do I care
Why do I want to know
If there are any like minded individuals out there
Why do I think
Think so horribly
About myself
And others
And this world
In all of its ways
Why do I stumble
Why do I fall
Why is it that in Pokemon
I had to catch them all
Why does the sun rise
Why do I not know what sound a yak makes
Why do I digress so
Why do I not think I have what it takes
Why is there a future
Why is there a past
Why can I just not be bothered
So that I can make the good times last
Why is the answer
And also the question
To answer all things
When you ask why
It starts a whole different kind of change
Why is life so troublesome
Why do I bother
Why do I care
Why am I getting so much sleepier
As I type in my chair
Why am I asking
Myself all of this
Why do I want to know
Is it really all that big
Why do airborne objects fall
Why is the sky blue
All the questions and more
I giveth unto you
Why is a question
A question that questions all things
What is your motive
Why is that as it does be
Why is this poem
Coming to a close
Why is the one question
The answer to which no one knows

wow You werent kidding
you really were bored, but these lyrics are to be adored
you seem to be hitting the right rhyme for each line
this is deep in meaning man, but not like azrael on skype
more like reeking of talent to be hyped.

Omg..i just coudlnt resist it..i read until the end..

But..this poem is soo awesome..and like barrangan said..ur talent deinetely need to hyped

MOAR POEM

God bless the USA
Land of the free and home of the brave
A nation filled with dreams and possibilities
A place where so many have fled to be safe
To start anew
To begin again
To escape wars, plagues, famines, and strife
So many people have come to this land to start a new life
This nation of America was founded by those that were oppressed
A people ruled by tyranny
A people that knew that the way they were being made to live was not the best
A people that wanted to live a new way
A people that were sick of it all and just had to break away
This nation was founded on the principles of equality
Of liberty, justice, and freedom for all
On the pursuit of happiness
Great and small
On the basis that the many
Would not be governed by the few
That people would have a voice politics
That democracy would be the way the things were done that were needed to do
Democracy means rule by the many
Democracy means a majority vote
Democracy means a voice for the masses
A voice that deserves to be heard
A voice that is now silent
A voice that today is taken in stride
What happened to you America
Why did you let democracy die
In this day and age
The many are governed by the few
The top one percent of the nation
Tells the other ninety-nine what to do
Why do we allow this
Why do we not try to rise above
Why do we sit by idly wishing to be heard
Wishing for a change to occur
When we are all just wasting our time
Why do we not take action
To make it known what we think
Why do we allow ourselves as a nation
To be brainwashed into thinking that everything is all OK
Why do we despair
When no one listens to our cry
Why do we put up with it all
When our founders fought for our rights
Why do we let it be done as it is now
Why do we all do as we do
When what we have was given to us
By those that also were governed by the few
By those that knew they were oppressed
By those that saw only darkness
And never the light of day
By those that wished for a difference
And fought for a change
We are in a time
And we are in a place
Where everything is again
How it was before on that day
That day in history
And that day in time
When the Englishmen set sail on that boat
To get away
To go
To start a new life
And to begin again
To escape the tyranny
Of the one that was called King
You see a King and his advisers
And the president and the cabinet now
Are one in the same
They both got things done as they wanted
And they both always got their way
They were both entities that either represented
Or today represent
The many that they were over
Whose voice made no difference
They were and are both systems
That are very systematic and that systematically oppress
The people that were and are ruled by them
Instead of doing for the people
What might be the best
The richer got richer
And the poor grew more and more in debt
The mighty got mightier
And the weak got squeezed until they had nothing left
The proletariat as it is called
They all wished for a change
Some of the lower classes in history rose up
And some ran away
The masses had a voice
And when it was ignored
That is when it later seemed to ring out more clear
Because when the people of a nation are unhappy
They eventually become a great force to fear
This nation is built upon unity
This nation is built upon fairness for all
This nation is founded by those that longed for better
By those that put their life on the line in a whole Revolutionary War
We fought against the British
We rose above and made a new way
We fought and we conquered
All of our demons
And we earned the right to be free
Now in this nation
Our worst enemy is ourselves
We let fools be voted into office
And we do not try to chase after betterment for our self
We are the many
That are ruled by the few
We are the oppressed peoples
But we are different from those of the past
Because we continue to allow the rulers to do what they want to do
We do not rise above
We do not try to break away
We continue to live this lie that is called the American Dream
We continue to comfort ourselves in the midst of this facade
We live a farce
We live a satire
We live in a land
A land of people with an overwhelming desire
A desire for real freedom
A desire for a genuine change
A desire much like the founders of this nation
That all came to America to get away
To get away from that which we have become
To start over
And not to be ruled by the few as it is now again done
To not live a lie
But to embrace the dream
The dream that they had
A dream of being able to be free
A dream that has
Long since passed away
With each new leader that takes office
That usurps the thrown in that place
In the big castle called the White House
In that house that is painted gray
Gray with all the dust the dream has collected
And with all the tears of those that have allowed it to all be thrown away
A White House that now represents
The rule that we once spurned
A dominant power of the few over the many
A thing that to get away from we had sojourned
A tyranny so great
And a tyranny so massive
That those of the past ran away and rose above it
And did not choose to be passive
A tyranny that ruled
With a stone rod and an iron fist
A tyranny that was still not as strong as that of today
Because that tyranny was still vulnerable
To those that did resist
Resistance seems to be futile
In this day and age
Or at least that is what they all
Want us to think and to say
They mask their evil intentions in goodwill
They hide their evil activities with publicity and fame
They say that the government is transparent
But we all know deep within
That you can not see through it to the slightest hint of day
All the policy and red tape
Has everything all strung together
Sewed and hemmed up tight
With a fine line
A thin thread
A tightrope that is walked
By those that are to blame
By those that try so hard to look good
And not present themselves in a bad way
By those that try so hard to keep us
In the dark that they all have us in
By those that do not care
That do not think the voice of the masses matters
That do not have the slightest fear
The slightest fear or inkling
Or shadow of a doubt
Of the power we are capable of
If we all were to really figure out
To figure out for ourselves
How naive we have all become
How we have allowed once again to take place
That which our founding fathers had ran from
We as a nation
We want a difference to be made
We long for a change
We know the way we are living now is not right
But yet we are not willing to try
To get back for ourselves what we let go down the drain
We are one nation
We say that we are under God
But in reality all I can see
Is the demons in office
We are ruled by the few
We allow one percent to hold all the wealth, strength, and power
We are satisfied to be stamped upon
We are content to be crushed and devoured
We are all sitting
Idly by and wallowing in our despair
But there has yet to come a time
To come an hour
Where we all rise up and fight
And are not scared
If we truly believed in a change
If we really wanted what was best
If we desired a good job to be done
We would all band together
And do it ourselves
We would fight for a nation
A nation that is not one big ironic sick joke
A nation that is truly united
And not divided by a ratio
Of ninety-nine to one
A nation where the voice of the many
Was a loud clarion vesper
That rang out from the land
A nation that was ruled by the many
A place that could become the real New World promised land
A nation in which the true majority vote
Was the tool used
And looked upon for the decisions that abound
And all happen to be at hand
A nation that is governed by the many
A nation whose citizens are all of one accord
A nation that sought the best for itself
And did not have to mask its malignant intentions and practices
By trying to seem like it looks out for the world
A nation that could be comprised of
The many that were ruled by the same
Instead of a nation that is ran by the few
In a system that is called politics
And treated as a game
We are the people
Whose voice is begging
And crying out to be heard
Who all want the same
All want those in power to recognize
Hear and comprehend our world
We are the people that are oppressed and thrown away
It is the solemn prayer of the nation
God bless the USA

Are you in anonymous? Lol

Barragan, I support the underlying intentions of anon's actions but I do not support most of the stuff they actually do. The stuff I speak of is very real though and if the Mayans are not right they are issues that will have to eventually be dealt with one way or the other.