Conspriracy In Silence...

Conspriracy In Silence...

A Poem by NightShade
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Laugh, damn it!

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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!
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Reportedly, his last words were "Argh, eeeeah, uuuhhh."

© 2011 NightShade


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The repitition of rise and fall with cultures through history and the cover-ups of actual truth have developed prosthetic hearts within hollow maniquies among those that have been mislead into a blind reality. This line: "claiming their pharmaceutical sweets will cleanse the palate of the excrement patty melt we've been masticating." The imagery and blunt truth impacts like a point blank shotgun blast to cognition. Exceptional.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Ouch . . . That's a heck of a way to go!

Posted 9 Years Ago


The ending encloses you with the horrific truth of evangelizing. Thank God my senses are clear. Sorry about the pun... Oh, and indeed did I laugh

Posted 9 Years Ago


I love how I can hear the voice of you in this poem. I like that you're not afraid to experiment with things that you don't see much in other poetry. I kind of found some dry-witted humor in there for some reason, but it was definitely another good one by you. You always have a eerie and abnormal way to catch my attention, and each poem is different. Your vocabulary, like I've said so many times, is very compelling. Your metamorphic terms are used in the oddest way but turn out to be brilliant in the end.

Posted 10 Years Ago


WOW this was amazing! I had to read it more than once to get the ful image and everything! im glad i stopped by your page! you truly are a great writer! I can't wait to not be busy so i can read more! Your work is absolutely awesome! Very cool :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


The repitition of rise and fall with cultures through history and the cover-ups of actual truth have developed prosthetic hearts within hollow maniquies among those that have been mislead into a blind reality. This line: "claiming their pharmaceutical sweets will cleanse the palate of the excrement patty melt we've been masticating." The imagery and blunt truth impacts like a point blank shotgun blast to cognition. Exceptional.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love this. Like Max Brooks's mind had sex with the mind of Ginsburg and they had a baby and this poem was born.

Posted 10 Years Ago


you do have a weird wonderful sense of humor...

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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